After Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Cold Film Queen - Chapter 69

Zhu Songning stood frozen in place.

She didn’t say a word. In Shen Qingyu’s eyes, she had likely been scared witless.

For someone who usually seems so smart, I didn’t expect her to be such a coward, so easily spooked.

How boring.

Shen Qingyu’s hand landed on Zhu Songning’s shoulder. Immediately, as if receiving a massive shock, Zhu Songning’s body shuddered.

“Hey,” Shen Qingyu tapped her shoulder lightly. “Move aside, please. My driver is here. Let me through.”

Zhu Songning snapped back to reality instantly: “Okay.”

Shen Qingyu brushed past her, her long hair once again sweeping against Zhu Songning’s arm. By the time Zhu Songning turned to look, Shen Qingyu was already at the door, pushing open the heavy door that Zhu Songning had slammed shut earlier.

“Goodbye… girlfriend.”

Zhu Songning hurriedly added the address.

Hearing those words, Shen Qingyu nearly tripped over the threshold on her way out.

Whether or not it was Zhu Songning’s imagination, the speed of Shen Qingyu’s departure seemed to quicken.

She looked a bit flustered.

No sooner had she left than Luo Chuanhe snuck back inside.

“How did it go? Don’t be sad, it’s normal to be rejected when confessing—”

“She agreed.”

Zhu Songning felt as if the card against her chest was burning hot.

“It’s okay… Wait, what did you say?!”

Luo Chuanhe was about to continue her rehearsed comfort, but her tongue suddenly slipped.

“No way? What did you say Shen Qingyu agreed to?”

Zhu Songning gripped the straps of her backpack tightly. Her bag was heavy, but at this moment, it felt as if that weight had transferred from her hands to her heart, making it feel strangely heavy.

Yet, it also felt somewhat full and swelling.

“Shen Qingyu agreed to date me.”

Zhu Songning repeated it solemnly.

Luo Chuanhe’s jaw practically hit the floor.

“Are you sure you’re talking about the Shen Qingyu? The one who has occupied the #1 spot in the grade since she arrived? The one who won the ‘School Beauty’ title at Sucheng No. 1 High for two consecutive years by a landslide? The cold, arrogant heiress who wears designer brands from head to toe?”

Zhu Songning: “………”

Does she have that many titles?

A minute later, Zhu Songning furrowed her brows and forcefully grabbed Luo Chuanhe’s ear: “Spill it! When did you defect?! Whose side are you actually on?!”

“Ahhh! Ouch!”

Luo Chuanhe let out a piercing wail as she was dragged out of the school gates by Zhu Songning. As they exited, they happened to see the two Shen sisters getting into their car.

Zhu Songning reacted quickly, letting go of Luo Chuanhe and jumping up to wave at Shen Qingyu.

Shen Qingyu saw her too.

Zhu Songning saw her bite her lower lip, hesitate for a moment, and then give a tiny, subtle wave back.

Then, she quickly climbed into the car.

Shen Qingmu followed Shen Qingyu’s gaze and saw Zhu Songning and Luo Chuanhe. Her expression was surprised, but she still nodded politely in greeting.

Today, Luo Chuanhe was like a live wire—or rather, Shen Qingmu was her personal fuse.

“Look at that face of hers. What’s with the ‘aristocratic nod’? Does she think she’s some important world leader or CEO? I don’t know why she spends every waking moment acting like that.”

She ruthlessly critiqued Shen Qingmu once again.

Then, she remembered the situation between Zhu Songning and Shen Qingyu.

Looking at her friend—who was clearly a romantic novice—she felt deeply worried.

“Are you sure you are the one playing with her feelings? Don’t go falling for her yourself.”

The charm of the “School Beauty” was no joke.

Zhu Songning shook her head calmly: “I won’t. My heart only has room for studying and grades.”

The night was deep, like a sheet of black velvet. The city lights on both sides of the road were linked together like flowing threads of gold.

The ink-blue Bentley cruised steadily down the road, the engine emitting a low hum.

Shen Qingyu leaned against the back seat, staring out the window, her fingertips unconsciously tapping against the glass. The city lights cast fragmented reflections on the pane, and the streetlamps retreated one by one, making her eyes seem a few shades deeper.

“You seem pretty happy today?” Shen Qingmu looked at her. “What? Did you make a new friend at school?”

“Happy?”

Shen Qingyu withdrew her gaze from the window.

“Which eye told you that? I didn’t realize your eyesight had deteriorated so much. Do I need to get you a pair of glasses?”

Shen Qingmu picked up on the faint sarcasm in her tone.

However, she had long since grown accustomed to Shen Qingyu’s daily barbs; this kind of verbal jab had zero attack power against her.

“Both eyes saw it,” Shen Qingmu shrugged. “Deny it all you want.”

“By the way, the new mall the Shen family opened in Sucheng has its ribbon-cutting tomorrow. Want to go?”

Shen Qingmu asked her.

“Pick out some new clothes. Autumn is coming soon.”

In recent years, the global climate had worsened. They called it “autumn,” but it didn’t really feel like it; it was essentially a one-click jump from summer straight into winter.

Shen Qingyu remembered her “agreement” with Zhu Songning. Then she thought that a “goody-two-shoes” like Zhu Songning probably wouldn’t actually show up to such a frivolous date.

The words circled her tongue: “…I’ll go.”

The Next Day.

The weather was nice, a perfect day for an outing.

Unsurprisingly, Shen Qingmu was stood up by her own sister.

Sitting in the empty back seat of the car, Shen Qingmu lonely imitated Shen Qingyu’s pose from the night before, gazing melancholically out the window.

[Shen Qingmu]: Sigh. (Photo of the sky at a 45-degree angle) Your ’empty-nest’ older sister.

[Yu-Yu]: I’ll cover your expenses today.

Shen Qingmu suddenly felt refreshed and invigorated.

“Driver, let’s go!”

She had to leave before Shen Qingyu changed her mind.

[Shen Qingmu]: Love you, sis! See you tomorrow (Heart emoji)

The Xinghai Hotel, located in the most glittering heart of Sucheng, was undoubtedly at the very top tier of the city’s hotels.

The moment Zhu Songning stepped into the lobby at the time agreed upon with Shen Qingyu, she felt as if she had broken into an entirely new world. The marble floor was as smooth as a mirror, and attendants in sophisticated uniforms greeted her with welcoming smiles.

“Hello, Miss.”

Zhu Songning showed the room card Shen Qingyu had given her to the attendant.

A flicker of shock crossed the attendant’s face before he quickly regained his composure, his attitude becoming even more respectful.

“This way, please.”

Escorted all the way to the top-tier suite, Zhu Songning stepped out of the elevator and stood before the door corresponding to her card for a long time. Her hand gripping the card tightened and loosened repeatedly as she stared at her shoes and the carpet.

She looked up at the room number one last time to ensure she hadn’t made a mistake. Finally, as if making a monumental decision, she swiped the card.

With a beep, the door automatically clicked open a crack.

Zhu Songning pushed the door open.

The space inside was vast, filled with the same incense scent as the rest of the hotel, but there seemed to be something else mixed in. It smelled a bit like jasmine tea—initially a hint of bitterness, followed by a lingering sweetness.

As Zhu Songning walked further in, the sound of running water became clearer. Just as she reached the innermost area, the sound stopped.

Finding no sign of Shen Qingyu, Zhu Songning instinctively gripped her backpack straps, rolling them up and letting them go.

She called out tentatively: “Shen Qingyu? Shen Qingyu—”

Before she could finish her second call, the door in front of her suddenly swung open.

A wave of billowing steam rushed out the moment the door opened.

Shen Qingyu stepped out from the midst of that mist.

Her long hair was still soaking wet, dripping with water. A drying towel was draped half-over her head, and droplets fell from the tips of her hair, splashing onto the carpet and quickly forming damp spots.

Post-bath, her skin appeared as white as jade—smooth and delicate. A snow-white bathrobe was wrapped around her, cinched at the waist by a belt. The V-shaped neckline dipped low, her chest disappearing into the folds of the fabric.

“What? Are you trying to summon a ghost?”

Shen Qingyu looked displeased. As she spoke, she lowered her head to dry her hair.

“You… you were just showering?”

Zhu Songning’s pupils shrank. Seeing the bathrobe loosely hanging on her, she immediately spun around to face the other way.

“Put your clothes on properly!”

This pure?

Shen Qingyu hadn’t expected such a strong reaction. She lazily pulled the neckline tighter before telling her to turn back around.

If she’s this innocent, how did she have the nerve to come to a hotel to find me?

Does she even understand what it means when someone hands you a room card?

Yesterday, Shen Qingyu had assumed that after such a blatant “insult,” Zhu Songning would surely back off. But now, she seriously doubted whether Zhu Songning’s extreme denseness would even allow her to process that layer of meaning.

“You can’t even handle this?”

Shen Qingyu found a sofa and sat down, leaning back languidly and looking up at her with a raised chin.

“So, what did you come here for today?”

“You told me to come find you today, and that you’d agree to date me,” Zhu Songning answered honestly.

Shen Qingyu was momentarily choked by her words.

“And do you know why I asked you to come here today? What I want to do?”

Zhu Songning thought about it seriously, then shook her head.

Shen Qingyu beckoned her over with a finger.

Confused, Zhu Songning nonetheless leaned in. She crouched beside Shen Qingyu, still wearing her precious backpack.

Shen Qingyu looked at her and suddenly smiled.

“I asked you here because I want to do—”

She dragged out the last word, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

Zhu Songning slapped her forehead in a sudden realization.

Shen Qingyu watched as the girl began rummaging through her backpack, pulling out two sets of exam papers and two pens. She solemnly placed them into Shen Qingyu’s palm.

“I get it now, Student Shen. You want to do some practice problems with me, right?”

At this point, Zhu Songning looked quite proud of herself.

“Luckily, I anticipated this and came prepared.”

This had been Zhu Songning’s plan all along. She had been looking for an opportunity to secretly observe how Shen Qingyu solved problems. As the saying goes: Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

Shen Qingyu’s smile froze.

Then, she laughed again. Laughed out of pure exasperation.

She snatched Zhu Songning’s exam papers, stood up, and slammed them down on the desk.

“Fine.”

Shen Qingyu pressed her down into the chair in front of the desk. Her voice sounded like she was speaking through gritted teeth.

Zhu Songning tried to get up: “There’s one chair missing. I’ll go grab another one.”

Shen Qingyu pushed her back down: “No need.”

Before Zhu Songning could react, Shen Qingyu sat directly on her lap.

The bathrobe was already short, and the movement caused it to ride up, revealing her thighs. The collar also shifted, making the neckline she had just tightened become loose and sloppy again.

Like a cat, Shen Qingyu nestled into her embrace, her head resting against the side of Zhu Songning’s neck. It made Zhu Songning’s neck go stiff and her back turn rigid.

The damp hair and the water droplets followed the line of Zhu Songning’s clothes, soaking a patch of the fabric across her chest.

“Didn’t you want to do it? Then we’ll do it like this.”

Shen Qingyu shoved a black pen into Zhu Songning’s hand.

No matter how dense Zhu Songning was, she finally sensed that something was wrong. The sensation of Shen Qingyu rubbing against her was itchy—an itch that traveled straight to her heart.

“Shen Qingyu… which kind of ‘do’ are you talking about?”

Zhu Songning asked.

“Are you… after my body?!”

The “Natural Airhead” counters the “Seductive Type,” and the “Direct Type” counters the “Tsundere.”

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