After Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Cold Film Queen - Chapter 38

Shen Qingyu tilted her head up, the white blindfold wrapping around her eyes.

The action was casual, as if she were just tidying loose strands of hair, yet it precisely blocked her vision.

The moment darkness fell before her eyes, the breathing of both of them became softer, and a little more ragged.

Zhu Songning watched her reaction, seeing the slight curve of her lips remain.

“I can’t see anything now, Ningning.”

Shen Qingyu’s tone seemed to carry a hint of vexation.

“I can only listen to you. Whatever you tell me to do, I’ll do…”

Before she could finish her sentence, their positions instantly flipped.

She went from straddling Zhu Songning to being pinned underneath her.

Her body lay flush against the soft duvet, her face buried in Zhu Songning’s pillow, with the Alpha’s fervent body heat behind her.

The bell jingled loudly.

Zhu Songning’s fingertips lightly touched her chin. Due to the loss of sight, every touch was infinitely amplified, becoming a more acute sensation.

She couldn’t see her; she could only feel her scent, her temperature, omnipresent.

Even the subtle shifts in the surrounding airflow strained her nerves, like a string about to snap.

“Sister, your body seems to behave differently from what you show on the surface, doesn’t it?”

Zhu Songning moved closer, her pheromones spilling out, the floral scent enveloping her.

“You speak so lightly, yet you’re getting a little restless…”

Zhu Songning lowered her head, her nose touching the slightly protruding gland on the back of the Omega’s neck.

The tea scent belonged to the Oriental fragrance family; its essence leaned towards a kind of allure.

While other scents might beckon you directly, this one, while pulling at you, would deliberately keep you at a certain distance.

This was the feeling Shen Qingyu’s pheromones gave her.

A mysterious, unsettling scent.

And… a faint bitterness.

Just like love.

But what did it matter?

Just as moths always bravely rush into the flame for that tiny bit of light.

The sweet aftertaste following the tea scent was enough to neutralize the bitterness of the top note.

She lifted Shen Qingyu’s neck, making her look up. The white blindfold covered her eyes; the golden silk pattern on it, along with her pristine white hair, made her appear noble and immaculate.

And yet, the flush on her cheeks, her half-open, panting mouth, and her body, hanging limply, were the messy, disordered strokes and colours in the whole picture.

Dragging the celestial fairy down to the mortal world.

A vigorous heartbeat resonated against Zhu Songning’s chest.

She felt everything about herself slipping out of control, consumed by primal impulse and chaos.

Her hand, with its long and strong fingers, was stained with a touch of moisture at the tips.

Fresh fruit was arranged on Zhu Songning’s table, given to her by the director when the film crew left during the day.

A box of fresh cherries.

They looked incredibly tender and had already been washed once.

She picked one up and fed it to Shen Qingyu.

Watching the Omega bite it with those cherry-coloured lips.

She picked another one for herself.

Her fingernail lightly broke the skin, and the pulp inside split open. The juice was abundant, and the closer it got to the center, the deeper the colour of the pulp, which was thread-like, enveloping the cherry pit.

It looked bright red and tempting.

Pure yet fragile, it would seep out sweet juice and splatter, landing on the back of her hand, with just a light press.

Deep red and light red mingled, stirring up a simple thirst in Zhu Songning.

The bell rang all night.

…

After a full day of relaxation, preparations for the stage should be put on the agenda.

Fortunately, Shen Qingyu had indeed given Zhu Songning a lot of inspiration yesterday, and everything was going smoothly.

During lunch, she received a message from Luo Chuanhe.

Luo Chuanhe: Bestie, D.D.

Luo Chuanhe had asked for a leave of absence yesterday after rehearsal, saying she had something to attend to outside the training base.

Zhu Songning was aware of this.

She said she was going to meet an online friend.

The Instagram blogger she had been obsessed with before.

For some reason, the blogger had always been very distant and never replied to private messages.

But surprisingly, they had been much more friendly towards Luo Chuanhe lately.

They even planned dinner together.

Zhu Songning looked at the restaurant name—a long string of foreign words—and then Googled the price.

Sure enough, it was another “Assassin” restaurant (slang for overpriced).

The other person supposedly booked the restaurant, and Luo Chuanhe excitedly took all her savings and went to the date.

What was it?

Sending her a message now—she hadn’t been tricked out of all her savings, had she?

[Zhu Songning]: How many digits do you have left in your balance? Do you need your bestie to help you out?

Zhu Songning clicked to open it, her pupils widening.

It was a cheque for five million.

[Zhu Songning]: Bestie, where did you strike it rich last night?

Luo Chuanhe: …It’s a long story. Let’s talk in person.

Zhu Songning informed Shen Qingyu and met Luo Chuanhe at a nearby coffee shop.

She looked utterly listless and exhausted.

Sickly.

“Did you go commit a robbery?”

Zhu Songning took a sip of coffee, frowning, and nonchalantly added a lethal amount of sugar packets into it.

“You said it was a date; did you go rob a bank behind your bestie’s back?”

Luo Chuanhe looked at her mournfully: “I mean, if I had a friend, what should she do if she accidentally slept with her online friend?”

Zhu Songning abruptly spat out her coffee.

“You slept with them?”

Zhu Songning was shocked.

This progress! She had been directly surpassed overnight.

Why, though?

She reflected deeply.

“I said, I have a friend!” Luo Chuanhe cleaned up the table for her with a look of distaste. “It’s just that, last night, I drank a bit too much, got carried away, and then…”

Zhu Songning remained in shock.

So, others could wrap up her and Shen Qingyu’s story of dozens of chapters in just one chapter?

Was she the one who wasn’t good enough?

Damn it.

“And then?”

Zhu Songning took the cheque from her hand, holding it up to the light for inspection; it was a real cheque.

“This… she left this for me.”

Luo Chuanhe was crestfallen.

“When I woke up, I only saw a cheque pressed under my phone; the person was gone, and I couldn’t reach them by phone.”

Wow.

A one-night stand.

This wasn’t being tricked out of money; it was being tricked out of her body.

“Do you know their name? Or what they look like?”

Luo Chuanhe shook her head: “Yesterday, she kept wearing a mask, and she mostly watched me eat during dinner. Later, at the bar, the lighting was too dim…”

“But I always felt that her eyes looked very familiar.”

Zhu Songning hadn’t expected so much to happen in just one night.

“But I think she might be a Beta,” Luo Chuanhe mused. “She didn’t seem to have a gland; I gnawed at the back of her neck for a long time yesterday, but couldn’t mark her.”

Zhu Songning: “…”

Haha, well, you were persistent.

After comforting her for a while and promising to help her find the person, Luo Chuanhe finally let her leave.

When she returned to her dorm room, Shen Qingyu was fiddling with the plush toy, her back turned to her.

On her own desk, however, was a stack of countless red booklets and quite a few car keys.

She looked closely and realised they were stacks of real estate title deeds.

Was she seeing things?

She closed the door and opened it again; the items inside hadn’t changed at all.

They were real; she wasn’t dreaming.

Shen Qingyu, sitting on the carpet and holding the rabbit, looked back at her: “You’re back?”

Zhu Songning stood in front of her, pointing at the towering pile of title deeds and car keys on the desk: “What is this?”

Shen Qingyu tossed the rabbit plush aside, stood up, and leaned towards her.

The fresh and fragrant scent of her shower gel rushed into Zhu Songning’s nose.

Zhu Songning was all too familiar with this scent. Every time Shen Qingyu finished showering first and she entered the bathroom afterward, it would be filled with this aroma.

Along with the lingering, steamy vapour.

“Ah, these,” she casually grabbed a handful and placed them in Zhu Songning’s arms.

Zhu Songning hastened to catch the full load.

“They’re all for you.”

Zhu Songning looked up, bewildered.

“Didn’t I say last night that I would give you whatever you wanted, Ningning?”

Shen Qingyu raised her chin slightly.

“Take all of these.”

“A reward for a good puppy.”

Zhu Songning was stunned for a moment.

How could the sweet talk said in bed last night be taken seriously?

Besides, what she wanted, what she yearned for, had already been obtained in the gushing spring of feeling.

At this moment, she suddenly had an impulse to take a photo and send it to Luo Chuanhe.

Good besties should secretly get rich together.

She has her five million, and I have a stack of title deeds from my sister.

We both have bright futures.

Looking down at the things she was holding, she reluctantly tore her gaze away.

These items, along with the smiling face of Shen Qingyu, baked her brain until it was warm and fuzzy, making her dizzy.

Like a dream.

After a while, Zhu Songning finally calmed down.

She put the things back on the table: “I don’t need them.”

“Although I did get together with you for the money at first.”

Zhu Songning told her seriously.

Not entirely.

She also considered it for the convenience of future missions.

But the existence of the system couldn’t be explained to her, so she had to omit part of the truth.

“But I genuinely don’t mean to take your money.”

She absolutely couldn’t be like Luo Chuanhe—gaining money but losing the person.

She still knew what was more important.

“I understand what you mean.”

Shen Qingyu stared at her, carefully scrutinizing Zhu Songning, her fingers gently stroking her brow and eyes.

She had always known, and she was waiting.

The thing she was best at was waiting, like an excellent hunter who only strikes when the time is ripest, and when they strike, it’s a direct hit.

Whether it was when she reclaimed the head of the Shen family or concerning… Zhu Songning.

Only the latter was harder to endure.

The situation with the Shen family was controllable, but Zhu Songning was a living person with her own subjective consciousness.

She had too much to worry about, needing to consider various real-world factors as well as Zhu Songning’s own thoughts.

For someone with strong control like her, this was agony.

So, she simply put all her chips down.

Playing an open hand at the table.

“I simply want to give them to you.”

Shen Qingyu’s eyes curved into crescent moons, and she spoke softly to her.

“It’s me who wants to be good to you, even better.”

That way, whether it was for her kindness, her money, or her person, Zhu Songning would stay by her side.

Zhu Songning sensitively detected that something was off.

“What’s wrong with you today?”

She asked Shen Qingyu.

Shen Qingyu didn’t speak, but her gaze fell upon a mango cake on the table.

Oh, why did she buy her favourite flavour of cake?

Zhu Songning’s “Thank you” was about to leave her lips when she saw the card on it.

‘Let’s talk.’

The signature was Lu Conghuan.

Zhu Songning’s thank you instantly turned into a curse word in her head.

And behind that cake, there was an even larger, more expensive, and more exquisite-looking mango cake.

With such an intense style, Zhu Songning didn’t need to think twice to know that it was the cake Shen Qingyu bought.

The entire cake screamed with a lavish, golden, nouveau riche style.

Zhu Songning: “How did you two buy the same thing? What a coincidence, haha.”

“It’s no coincidence.” Shen Qingyu was still smiling, but her dark eyes were bottomless. “I saw it and deliberately had someone send mine over.”

The room was silent for a moment, the wind still blowing outside the window, and a gust of wind whistled inside Zhu Songning’s brain.

“I’ll eat yours.”

Her answer was resolute and extremely geared towards survival.

She acted immediately, tearing open Shen Qingyu’s cake box to reveal the delicious cake inside.

She took a huge spoonful directly in front of Shen Qingyu and stuffed it all into her mouth.

“Mmm! It really is sweet!”

In truth, she couldn’t even taste the sweetness, she was too nervous, her taste buds were almost failing.

Shen Qingyu watched her silently for a few seconds, her eyelashes fluttering.

“Which is sweeter, the cake or me, baby?”

She reached out and wiped the cream off the corner of Zhu Songning’s mouth.

The colour was snow white, tinged with a faint yellow from being near the mango.

“B-both… are very sweet.” Zhu Songning looked blankly, then instantly snapped back to alertness. “But, you’re definitely sweeter!”

“Oh, is that so.”

Shen Qingyu washed her hands at the sink, dabbed a little cream on her finger, and then slowly extended her tongue to lick away the sweet cream from her fingertip.

“Then, Ningning, would you like to try a sweeter way to eat it?”

“A more interesting way to eat it?”

As she spoke, she leaned against the table, accidentally knocking over the other small, plain cake.

Zhu Songning had no time to worry about that.

Her brain was about to run out of oxygen!

What way to eat it?

No, why wasn’t she being clearer?

Her heart was turning the same colour as that mango!