After Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Cold Film Queen - Chapter 39

Zhu Songning’s eyes shifted slightly.

Her gaze swept from top to bottom, over her head, her smooth forehead, and finally settled on her bright red lips.

The distance was so close she could reach out and touch them.

The familiar pheromones in her body began to collide again.

It had been a full three years since she transmigrated to this world. Excluding the first three months when she needed to adjust, she had managed to control herself very well for the past two years, and her desires were quite faint.

She didn’t consider herself a highly-sensual person.

But ever since she met Shen Qingyu, she had repeatedly broken her abstinence, gradually becoming insatiable.

Every time she touched her, it was like a current running through her body, making her tremble and feel excited because of her.

Shen Qingyu was locked under her gaze and instinctively wanted to retreat, but her waist was suddenly encircled by a pair of arms.

Zhu Songning put one arm around her waist and used the other hand to cup her hand, pressing it onto the table.

The table was a little too high, so Shen Qingyu had to stand on her toes to sit on it properly, with only her toes touching the floor. She was forced to lean her body weight against Zhu Songning.

She felt a slight burn from the Alpha’s body heat.

“Why are you so hot?”

Shen Qingyu frowned, wanting to reach out to check Zhu Songning’s forehead, but her half-extended finger was suddenly bitten.

Perhaps “suckled” would be a more accurate verb than “bitten.”

Zhu Songning kissed her fingertip without any rhythm. When Shen Qingyu drew her finger back a little, Zhu Songning’s head followed her finger.

Until she licked away the trace of cake cream remaining on Shen Qingyu’s finger.

The Alpha looked at her, her gaze subtly resting on her lips.

“What did you mean by a ‘different way to eat’ earlier?”

“Shen Qingyu.”

She quickly swallowed, gulping down the cream in her mouth.

She had seriously gotten the wrong idea.

So much so that now, thinking about it, she felt an unbearable, clawing discomfort.

“Why don’t you call me jiejie anymore?” (older sister)

Shen Qingyu saw the faint pink blush on her ears, making the Alpha’s earlobes appear translucent and rosy.

Shen Qingyu withdrew her hand and embraced her.

Her fingers slowly and deliberately slid down her back, and the tip of her finger poked her tailbone.

“Mmm—”

Zhu Songning’s body gave a sudden jolt.

Shen Qingyu’s pheromones enveloped her, and her eyes briefly unfocused due to the Omega’s sudden assault.

“That depends on how you interpret it,” Shen Qingyu said, her voice laced with a smile. “Whatever you’re thinking, I can be that meaning.”

What was she thinking?

What did she mean?

Did it even need to be said?

Having reached this stage, what more needed to be expressed?

The Alpha’s pheromones, having received permission from their owner, surged out.

Cake got smeared onto Zhu Songning’s hand. Her finger slid between Shen Qingyu’s lips and teeth, pressing against her firm teeth.

Shen Qingyu’s teeth were quite straight, with the exception of one sharp canine tooth on each side, which grated against her finger, causing a slight pain.

Shen Qingyu, whose teeth were being rubbed by the finger, was also having a hard time. Because Zhu Songning’s finger was too forceful, her lips and teeth couldn’t close, and she could only allow the saliva, stimulated by the sensation, to produce more and more, which Zhu Songning greedily took.

The sweetness of the cake exploded in her mouth. Zhu Songning saw her eyes clouded with mist, looking at herself like a pitiful kitten, brimming with moisture.

Unable to bear it any longer, she held the person tighter, steadying the Omega’s unstable body, and kissed her.

Breath and saliva were thoroughly exchanged in their mouths. Shen Qingyu’s lips were like petals, soft and rosy, and as she ground them, her eyelashes fluttered with the invasion of her tongue.

Body temperature climbed steadily, and the buttons at the neckline were undone.

Sweet, fragrant cream was smeared on the soft skin. In Zhu Songning’s eyes, Shen Qingyu’s cheeks were flushed, more intoxicating than the sweetest wine, and her red lips were glistening from being suckled.

She lowered her head and kissed away the cream on her neck.

And the person who was usually so proud was now softly nestled in her arms, a pair of hands hooked over her shoulders, her somewhat sharp nails scratching down her spine following her rhythm.

She wondered if she was leaving any marks.

Could this count as another form of marking?

Was she, too, being marked by Yuyu?

Just a different kind, unlike the pheromone-based one—a physical form, imprinted on her body.

Zhu Songning clearly remembered the color and shape of her manicure, a beautiful nude pink, the same color as Jiejie’s current skin.

Did the cake have alcohol in it, or else why would she feel dizzy after only eating a few bites of cream?

“Stop licking… Zhu Songning!”

The Alpha’s face was buried in her collar. Hearing the protest, she looked up blankly.

“Jiejie, aren’t you enjoying it?”

The indoor lights were bright. Shen Qingyu was like a swaying tree branch, bent and then straightened by the wind, biting her lip tightly, her toes curling and then straightening. Floating without support, she could only let the waves drench her.

Her sleepy eyes were teary, shimmering like a spring tide.

Finally, when Zhu Songning’s tongue rolled up the last bit of cream, she let out a moan.

…

In the following days, even though Zhu Songning and Shen Qingyu were together every day, they were so busy they barely had time for anything else.

Practicing songs, learning choreography, preparing costumes and props, and communicating with the staff about stage design and other general affairs.

Zhu Songning felt a momentary sense of returning to her original world.

Working every day, so tired she could fall asleep the moment she touched the bed.

Perhaps because of the thorough preparation, Zhu Songning didn’t feel very nervous on the day of the formal performance.

The backstage lighting was cool-toned. The curtain hung low, like a silent wall, separating the trainees inside from the hundreds of eager eyes waiting under the stage.

Footsteps, conversations, and the sound of props colliding came from all directions, only to be swallowed by the thick velvet curtain, leaving only the sound of her own heartbeat booming in her ears.

Given Shen Qingyu’s status, their performance was naturally scheduled as the finale.

Luo Chuanhe and her group had drawn the first slot. After saying goodbye to Zhu Songning, she and the other trainees from her group went on stage.

Through a gap in the stage, she saw Luo Chuanhe pull up her hoodie. As soon as the spotlight shone, she seemed like a radiant contestant. With a “dong” sound of the drum beat, she raised the microphone and ignited the entire venue.

Intense rhythm, clean-lined rap.

And the brilliant girl on stage.

Zhu Songning recalled Luo Chuanhe’s ending in the book.

In the novel, all the plots and characters existed to pave the way for the protagonist’s success, and Luo Chuanhe was the stepping stone for the main attack’s ascent.

Her downfall and failure served to highlight the protagonist’s brilliance.

But this time, it seemed a little different.

Even side characters have the opportunity to showcase their youth in the field they love.

Zhu Songning couldn’t quite describe the feeling as she listened to the thunderous applause from the audience after their performance.

She subconsciously looked toward the audience below and thought she saw a somewhat familiar face.

Squinting, she saw Shen Qingmu’s silhouette.

She was wearing a mask, concealed within the crowd.

If Zhu Songning’s vision hadn’t been so good, it would have been difficult to spot her.

Why was she here?

To watch Shen Qingyu’s performance?

Zhu Songning’s heart suddenly tightened.

It felt like a primary school student performing at a New Year’s Eve party, and she was about to perform on stage with her crush, while the crush’s parent was sitting in the audience.

However, judging by her expression, it seemed she quite liked Luo Chuanhe’s group’s performance?

Does Qingmu-jie like this kind of explosive performance?

She wouldn’t normally seem like the type to enjoy this.

A few more groups passed, and soon it was the turn of the group before Zhu Songning’s—Xu Zhe’s group.

Unsurprisingly, they chose a girl group style stage, which was Lu Conghuan’s specialty.

The stage arrangement was flawless, a very popular style.

Especially since Lu Conghuan and Xu Zhe’s outfits used similar elements, coupled with their overt and subtle interactions.

In the live broadcast, where close-ups were magnified infinitely, even a single glance was enough to create buzz.

The controversy over Xu Zhe’s padded popularity didn’t cause much of a stir online a while ago. Most of it was suppressed by Yuanhe Entertainment with huge sums of money, and even that search term was blocked.

An overwhelming amount of other marketing poured out, with various true and false claims about Xu Zhe—her prestigious foreign university education, her wealthy background, being a prominent North City young lady, and the niece of a movie queen—being spread by marketing accounts, quickly creating a very appealing persona.

Coupled with Lu Conghuan’s cooperation as a mentor, she controversially gave Xu Zhe the major C-position part in this performance.

They really went all out.

Zhu Songning sighed deeply with emotion.

Just as the group before them finished and Zhu Songning was preparing to go on stage, she was informed that a half-hour commercial break would be inserted before their performance.

Zhu Songning: “?”

The director pleaded earnestly: “Do you know this is the first time Actress Shen has performed a singing and dancing stage since her debut? Do you know how much massive traffic this is?”

Zhu Songning was indignant: “That’s still not a reason to sell half an hour’s worth of ad space!”

“That’s too much, Director!”

Then, remembering the money Shen Qingyu generously gave her last night, Zhu Songning stared intently at the director.

The director fearfully took a step back: “What are you going to do? You little rascal, don’t you dare… dare use force!”

Zhu Songning was speechless for a moment. She furtively glanced around. Seeing that Shen Qingyu wasn’t looking their way but was talking to Shen Qingmu on the other side of the backstage area, she lowered her voice and said to the director:

“Then remember to pay Director Shen!”

She couldn’t let others make a huge profit using Shen Qingyu’s name while Jiejie didn’t get any of it.

That’s not fair.

“…” The director was exasperated, “No, do you know how much I paid her in appearance fees to have her film here?!”

“That’s a separate matter,”

Zhu Songning said seriously.

The appearance fee did not include having the producer participate in the stage collaboration.

Besides, Jiejie always spends money lavishly. She has to earn her the money she deserves!

She would also keep the houses and cars she gave her safe.

At that moment, Shen Qingyu finished her conversation and was walking towards them. Zhu Songning immediately withdrew her claws and obediently squatted beside the director.

“Hello, Mentor Shen.”

The director glared at her: You’re faking it! You fraud!

“Mm.” Shen Qingyu slightly nodded and greeted the director, “I’ll take the person now. Call me when the recording starts in half an hour.”

The director was also obedient: “Understood.”

Zhu Songning followed closely behind Shen Qingyu and entered her private lounge.

“Are you nervous?”

With no one else around, Shen Qingyu’s tense expression relaxed, and she looked at her gently.

The audience recruited for this first public performance was much larger than last time. Ningning had never seen such a grand event before, so it was inevitable for her to be nervous.

Zhu Songning was about to say “not nervous,” as the industry she used to work in was similar, and she had seen audiences many times larger.

However, seeing Shen Qingyu’s concerned eyes, the words on her lips took a sudden turn.

“…Nervous, terribly nervous.”

Shen Qingyu poured a cup of warm honey water from the thermos, uncapped it, and handed it to her: “Drink some.”

Since there would be singing and dancing later, honey water was good for the throat. She had specially arranged for it to be prepared.

Zhu Songning took the cup from her hand but didn’t drink the water, nor did she let go of her hand.

The Alpha’s finger rubbed Shen Qingyu’s finger through the cup, and a tingling sensation quickly spread throughout her body.

“Jiejie, I don’t want to drink this water. I want to drink—”

Zhu Songning’s mouth moved but made no sound, she just formed an ambiguous shape with her lips toward Shen Qingyu.

Wants to drink—

Your water.

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