I, A Loyal Dog, Awaken to My Fate as Cannon Fodder - Chapter 22

Shen Yinan was dressed simply, wearing a carved silver ring on her index finger and a string of Buddhist prayer beads around her wrist.

She had styled her hair briefly; because she had naturally slight curls, it required frequent maintenance.

Looking at the surreptitious Cheng Wanqiu, she called out a greeting, “Miss, I’m leaving now.”

Cheng Wanqiu nodded repeatedly, happily seeing Shen Yinan off.

“Go on, go on, have a good time.”

The way she looked in Shen Yinan’s eyes suggested that she found her to be in the way and was chasing her out.

So, the eldest miss really is on the phone with Luo Yejun?

Am I bothering them?

“Miss,” Shen Yinan said uneasily, “Young Master Luo is not a good person.”

Cheng Wanqiu looked at a loss, unsure of how to respond, and could only nod. “Mm-hmm, I know.”

It was obvious at a glance that she was just being perfunctory. Shen Yinan looked at Cheng Wanqiu gloomily, an inexplicable irritability rising within her.

“I might be back a bit late, I hope you don’t mind, Miss.”

Shen Yinan saw Cheng Wanqiu pause noticeably; the other girl did care about her.

But the words she heard the next second were:

“Oh, you go have fun.”

Cheng Wanqiu couldn’t help but care, but her nerves were taut. Her logic told her that showing Shen Yinan clearly how much she cared would be “lowering” herself.

She wasn’t some lowly thing; there was no need to care about a dog—she should be more magnanimous.

She saw the unnatural twitch at the corner of Shen Yinan’s lips; the little dog had been stung by a cold sentence.

Inwardly, she couldn’t help but feel a wicked sense of secret satisfaction.

Shen Yinan spoke again, “I’m leaving.”

This little dog clearly craved her master’s attention, yet put on an act of not caring.

Hearing Shen Yinan say this, Cheng Wanqiu nodded again.

The little dog Shen’s heart was wounded once more, a piercing pain like ten thousand arrows hitting her heart directly.

She feigned composure, secretly gritting her teeth.

“Remember to close the door.”

The corners of Shen Yinan’s eyes twitched slightly. Under that gaze, she responded with a “Fine.”

Maintaining her usual flat expression, she closed the dormitory door with extremely light movements.

With a crisp click, the lock engaged.

Inside the dormitory, a burst of laughter erupted. Cheng Wanqiu had held it in until she was almost in tears.

Little dog Shen was simply too cute.

“Oh, Shen Yinan, you’ve exposed too much. Are you really that jealous?”

After the laughter died down, the dormitory fell silent again.

Cheng Wanqiu looked at her phone, her expression gradually shifting from laughter to seriousness.

In less than two months, Father Shen wanted another 5 million. Had something happened to the Shen family?

Or…

Cheng Wanqiu was not brainless; she couldn’t help but suspect that the Shen family was testing her.

She didn’t dare think too deeply—if that were the case, what did the Shen family consider Shen Yinan to be?

Outside the school gate, Shen Yinan saw her senior sitting in the back seat of a black Maybach.

The other woman saw Shen Yinan too. Rolling down the window, the senior rested one arm on the car door, wearing sunglasses.

“Get in, Shen Yinan.”

The moment the window rolled down, everyone looked on with envy.

The senior’s reputation was immense; she was the only daughter of an overseas wealthy businessman, with an older brother who studied medicine.

Furthermore, the senior was about to go abroad to study.

This news was known to the whole school, and Shen Yinan knew it too.

The moment she opened the door and sat in the car, a very stuffy, unbreathable scent rushed into Shen Yinan’s nose.

It was the heavy fragrance of rambler roses.

Pure white rambler roses are holy, with pale yellow stamens that attract bees.

You Mingzhi particularly liked this pure white flower. Her love was without moderation; if she liked something, she wanted traces of it to be everywhere around her.

Her body also bore this floral scent. She didn’t think much of it, but those who got close would feel suffocated.

“Shen Yinan, little Yinan, Yinan baby—”

You Mingzhi grabbed one of Shen Yinan’s arms, rubbing her head against it back and forth.

“Taking you out is the best choice. Last time I brought you, my group of girlfriends almost had their jaws drop.”

She prattled on, “Oh my, I won’t be able to leave you in the future.”

Shen Yinan gave a skin-deep smile. Having practiced thousands of times in front of the mirror, she already knew which angle of a smile made people feel comfortable and which made them feel cold.

Her smile was enchanting, as gentle as a mountain stream.

Toward her senior, Shen Yinan didn’t feel a single thing. It was like serving her boss; she was a machine, all her movements pre-calculated and flawless.

“Senior, don’t drink too much this time,” Shen Yinan said nonchalantly in a low, magnetic voice as she removed You Mingzhi’s sunglasses.

Looking at that cool, ascetic face, You Mingzhi’s eyes overflowed with sweetness.

You Mingzhi said coquettishly, “Don’t I still have you?”

She leaned her head on Shen Yinan’s shoulder and asked casually.

“Shen Yinan, how come you never get drunk?”

Shen Yinan didn’t answer. There was no need to answer such an ambiguous question.

“Senior, if you feel motion sick, just lean on me and sleep for a bit. I’ll wake you when we arrive.”

You Mingzhi had severe motion sickness; Shen Yinan had discovered this the first time they interacted.

It was these inadvertent little details that made You Mingzhi absolutely crazy for Shen Yinan.

“Mm, okay. I feel very at ease when I’m with you.”

The driver didn’t dare let his eyes wander or even look in the rearview mirror.

Because You Mingzhi was notoriously domineering; if she took an interest in something, no one else was allowed to look at it more than once.

Otherwise, their eyes would be gouged out—a wealthy young mistress was definitely capable of doing such a thing.

About 20 minutes later, the car stopped in front of a bar.

Shen Yinan pulled her numb arm out and gently shook You Mingzhi’s head.

“Senior, we’ve arrived at the bar.”

She saw You Mingzhi slowly open her eyes; the 20-minute drive had taken quite a toll on her.

Her face was full of haggardness, and her lips were colorless.

“Shen Yinan, give me my bag.”

You Mingzhi ordered, her head leaning weakly on Shen Yinan’s shoulder.

Shen Yinan answered calmly, “Alright.”

It was a Chanel designer handbag, very small. She handed it to You Mingzhi, but You Mingzhi only took out a glass bottle of perfume.

The scent of rambler roses in the car was already heavy, but You Mingzhi felt the scent had faded to the point she couldn’t smell it.

She picked up the perfume and sprayed it all around. The concentration of the fragrance reached a level where it felt like one could get poisoned just by smelling it.

Shen Yinan’s respiratory tract was irritated, but she suppressed the urge to cough.

After spraying the perfume, You Mingzhi took a deep breath, and her spirit recovered a bit.

She stretched and drawled, “Let’s go, Shen Yinan.”

Only then did the weight on Shen Yinan’s shoulder vanish, and her numb arm was finally liberated.

Drinking with the senior was nothing, but encountering Cheng Wanqiu alone at the bar made this loyal dog’s heart fill with an intense sense of guilt.

Looking at Cheng Wanqiu’s back under the dim lights of the bar, she looked particularly lonely, sitting alone at the counter with a cocktail mixed by the bartender.

She liked drinking cocktails with lemon and mint leaves; wherever she went, she would ask the bartender to mix one for her.

Shen Yinan stepped out of the booth and looked from a distance.

A hurried voice came from behind her, “Shen Yinan, go get the wine quickly!!!”

The few people behind her were already drunk, swaying in the booth.

Shen Yinan naturally didn’t pay them much mind, her eyes fixed on Cheng Wanqiu, who was drinking alone at the bar.

A bar is a place of mixed influences, and this wasn’t some quiet lounge.

The heavy scent of smoke and alcohol floated in the air. Hot beauties twisted their waists and danced on stage, with men and women all over the floor below.

“Miss, are you alone?”

Cheng Wanqiu was a “one-glass” drunk; she knew it herself.

She didn’t dare drink alone outside, but if Shen Yinan was there, she felt safe enough to drink boldly.

Shen Yinan—she had seen her long ago.

From the moment she entered the bar.

Cheng Wanqiu looked up at the blurry, yellow-haired man. Frowning, she said coldly:

“Scram.”

The man was not only not upset but actually became interested.

“Yo,” he said, poking his cheek with his tongue, “this woman’s got quite some personality.”

The man prepared to forcibly pull Cheng Wanqiu’s arm. “Come with me, I’ll take you somewhere fun.”

Just as he finished speaking, his wrist was seized by a powerful force.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

It wasn’t an inquiry, but a cold warning.

“You motherfu—”

Before the yellow-haired man could finish, he felt a piercing pain in his wrist. There was a crack as the bone sounded, and his wrist hung at a bizarre angle.

The man screamed “Aaaaah!”

But in the noisy bar, this bit of screaming was nothing; no one cared.

Shen Yinan glared at him fiercely. “Scram, now.”

The yellow-haired man, snot and tears flowing, clutched his wrist and whimpered, fleeing in a panic.

Cheng Wanqiu saw all of this in a daze, and a playful smile appeared on her face.

She didn’t know what happened afterward; she was drunk and only remembered Shen Yinan supporting her to a hotel.

The sky was dark, and the night clouds blocked the moon. A City felt oppressive and hot—a sign that rain was coming.

Shen Yinan carried Cheng Wanqiu on her back to the hotel suite; at this moment, she was like a virtuous little dog.

Listening to the murmurs from Cheng Wanqiu’s mouth: “Shen Yinan, why are you with another woman?”

“Is that senior better than me?”

“Does that senior treat you as well as I do?”

Knowing these were just Cheng Wanqiu’s sleep-talk, Shen Yinan still answered them one by one, unhurriedly.

“I’m not with another woman.”

She knelt down to take off Cheng Wanqiu’s shoes.

“She isn’t as good as you, Miss.”

Shen Yinan neatly arranged the shoes she had removed, then helped Cheng Wanqiu out of her overcoat.

“Miss is the best.”

Unfortunately, Cheng Wanqiu didn’t hear any of this.

Shen Yinan tucked the blanket around Cheng Wanqiu, looking at that clean forehead, those red lips, and that sexy swan-like neck…

She shook her head, suppressing bad thoughts.

But a little person in her mind said, Stealing a kiss won’t hurt, Miss is already asleep.

The demonic little person whispered incessantly, It’s impossible to have Miss in this lifetime; a stolen kiss now could make up for the regrets of this life.

The phrase “stolen kiss” grew louder and louder. Shen Yinan’s hand trembled. Even if she were given ten times the courage, she wouldn’t dare use her lips for a stolen kiss.

The limit of what she could do was use her index and ring fingers to lightly touch the corner of Cheng Wanqiu’s lips.

The momentary heat made her lose her senses; her mind went blank for a short while.

In her ears was a heart that felt like it was about to jump out of her throat—thump-thump.

And this was just touching with a finger, not even a real kiss.

Withdrawing her hand, the residual warmth on her finger hadn’t dissipated. Shen Yinan pressed her finger against her own lips.

She felt the temperature of Cheng Wanqiu’s lips, recalled the softness felt by her finger, and the fragrance she could smell when she leaned down.

At this moment, Shen Yinan’s tears were nearly bursting forth. She… had “stolen a kiss” from Miss.

She was satisfied for this lifetime!!!

Cheng Wanqiu only felt someone use a hand to wipe the corner of her lips, very gently; that touch was cool.

She had no idea that such a simple action of wiping her lips was, to Shen Yinan, a “stolen kiss.”