The Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife Changes to Take the Black Moonlight Script - Chapter 12

Shang Shiqian left her room and went downstairs.

The first floor was mostly dark, with only the strip lights embedded in the ceiling casting a faint glow over the living room.

Shang Shiqian wondered to herself: Why did the maids go to bed so early tonight?

Just as she was about to head back to her room, she suddenly heard movement from the bar area on the other side of the dining room.

Someone was there?

Shang Shiqian was startled, but then it occurred to her wasn’t her own experience of coming back from the dead far more terrifying than running into a thief or a ghost?

With that thought, she calmed down and went to turn on the lights.

The bright light revealed Wei Yixian sitting at the bar, drinking.

Wei Yixian seemed momentarily blinded by the sudden illumination, her eyes narrowing slightly as a cold smile played at the corners of her lips.

Hah, so she’s finally coming to seduce me?

Once Shang Shiqian recognized Wei Yixian, she was slightly surprised, but it also made sense. After all, aside from the owner of the house, who else would dare to casually drink from the liquor cabinet, where every bottle cost at least a million, as if it were plain water?

Still, she vaguely understood why Wei Yixian’s complexion remained unhealthy despite playing tennis every day for exercise… Drinking this much hard liquor every night would wreck anyone’s health.

“What are you looking for?” Wei Yixian spoke first.

She had deliberately cleared the area to give “Shang Shiyu” an opportunity, to see if this person would lose control and reveal her true intentions or, as the system had suggested, attempt to seduce her.

Unexpectedly, the person had indeed come, but she didn’t look the least bit prepared to sell her charms, “Shang Shiyu” was dressed in an ordinary set of pajamas, top and pants, and even the style was a rather dull black-and-white checkered pattern.

Wei Yixian couldn’t help but question the system: Is your seduction tutorial even effective?

If she compiled all the seduction attempts she’d endured over the years, it would probably be more instructive than that so-called tutorial.

Shang Shiqian replied, “I’m looking for your housekeeper.”

Wei Yixian: ?

Shang Shiqian clarified, “You know, the maid, the housekeeping staff or what you usually call the servants.”

Wei Yixian: …

She didn’t need “Shang Shiyu” to explain what a housekeeper was. She just wanted to know what kind of game “Shang Shiyu” was playing.

“What do you need them for?”

“To ask if they have a paper calendar.”

Wei Yixian froze for half a second, doubting her hearing. “What did you say?”

“I want a desk calendar. If there isn’t one, then a small wall calendar would do.”

Wei Yixian felt mocked.

Coming downstairs in the middle of the night to look for a calendar? Was this an insult to her intelligence?

Suppressing the fury bubbling inside her, she glared darkly at Shang Shiqian. “What do you need that for?”

“To keep track of my schedule.”

After hearing the system’s explanation about the original plot progression, Shang Shiqian had been thinking, if the course of events couldn’t be changed, then her mission would inevitably fail.

Without enough energy, the system could only keep her alive for a month at most… Oh wait, two days had already passed. She only had 28 days left.

So, she wanted to spend those 28 days doing the things she wished to accomplish and could realistically finish in a short time, leaving herself with fewer regrets.

Since she didn’t have a phone to note these things down in a digital calendar, she decided to ask the maids for a physical one.

But seeing Wei Yixian’s expression change as swiftly as a child’s face in March weather, she was utterly baffled: Had I overstepped by making such an unreasonable request? Surely Wei Yixian wouldn’t begrudge a simple calendar?

Faced with Shang Shiqian’s seemingly genuine demeanor, Wei Yixian’s anger suddenly clogged in her chest, unable to erupt.

This feeling of punching cotton was truly frustrating.

Rubbing her temples that throbbed slightly from the alcohol, she said, “We don’t have that kind of thing at home. I’ll have someone prepare it for you tomorrow.”

Then her thoughts stalled.

Why had she said “at home” to this stranger who might be a fraud?

As if subconsciously, she’d regarded this woman as family.

Wei Yixian shot Shang Shiqian a complicated glance, shifting blame: It’s this face, too deceptive.

Shang Shiqian noticed Wei Yixian’s softened tone and said sheepishly, “Thank you, sorry for the trouble… You should rest early.”

She turned to leave for bed but hesitated, deciding to meddle one last time: “Don’t drink so much. Waking up early for tennis with a hangover won’t be ideal.”

Wei Yixian stopped her: “Wait.”

Shang Shiqian looked back curiously.

“Can you drink? Join me for a couple glasses?”

Settling onto the barstool opposite, Shang Shiqian replied, “I’ve tried it, but I don’t enjoy it. Alcohol clouds my thinking, muddles my mind, and drains my energy.”

As a chess player, she needed razor-sharp focus during matches some games, like her 18-hour tournament in Japan (split over two days), tested physical endurance. Hence, she maintained disciplined health habits.

Though Wei Yixian saw this as a chance to intoxicate Shang Shiqian for information, recalling her exchange with the system, she ultimately refrained.

Tonight’s dialogue revealed one thing, “Shang Shiyu” knew nothing of her schedule, yet the system did.

This implied that without the system, “Shang Shiyu” was utterly ordinary.

The system, however, possessed extraordinary intelligence-gathering capabilities beyond current science.

Yet paradoxically, its intel was vague, often wildly inaccurate.

Take tonight: At a business dinner, Yin Zaishui had joined her table after switching seats. Did candlelight on the table qualify as a “romantic candlelit dinner”?

As for the “birthday gift,” her secretary had retrieved Yin Zaishui’s forgotten present from the office sofa hardly a deliberate acceptance.

The absurdity almost made her laugh.

But the origins of the system and “Shang Shiyu” were more complex than imagined.

With many secrets still buried, she couldn’t risk alerting them prematurely.

Wei Yixian downed a glass of alcohol in one gulp. Lowering her eyes for a brief moment, she raised them again with the characteristic haze of drunkenness. “Shang Shiqian,” she asked, “don’t you care where I went tonight?”

Shang Shiqian was startled had Wei Yixian recognized her?!

But noticing Wei Yixian’s drunken state and realizing the system hadn’t reacted at all, no increase in Heartbreak Points, no change in Love Points, she had a thought: “Could it be that Wei Yixiang is drunk and mistaking me for ‘myself’?”

With that in mind, she suppressed the impulse to admit she was Shang Shiqian and instead said, “I’m… Shang Shiyu.”

Wei Yixian scoffed inwardly. Of course she knew the person before her was “Shang Shiyu,” but by feigning drunkenness and pretending to mistake her for Shang Shiqian, she was giving “Shang Shiyu” another chance to approach her.

She had just reflected on it perhaps “Shang Shiyu” hadn’t resorted to seduction because she was the more assertive one in bed.

But whether she made the first move or “Shang Shiyu” did, if “Shang Shiyu” wanted to use this face to get close to her, now was the perfect opportunity.

“You’re lying. You look exactly like Shang Shiqian,” Wei Yixiang murmured, her voice low and laden with melancholy.

Shang Shiqian knew that even when drunk, some people retained fragmented memories of their actions once sober, so she didn’t dare say anything reckless.

Yet she couldn’t help but wonder: after eight years, with not even a single photo of her left here, why did Wei Yixian remember her face so clearly?

In the original story, her name wasn’t even mentioned clearly, she had held no significance in Wei Yixian’s heart.

Not that she blamed Wei Yixian, of course. Their marriage had been devoid of any emotional foundation.

In their year of marriage, she hadn’t paid much attention to Wei Yixian either, how could she criticize Wei Yixian for the same?

Instead, she felt a quiet joy. Someone still remembered her.

Yesterday’s confusion was soothed in this moment, as Shang Shiqian realized Wei Yixian was still the person, she remembered outwardly aloof and unapproachable, yet harboring a gentle kindness beneath.

System: Host, you’re utterly useless!

Shang Four: Huh?

System: Can’t you see she’s seducing you?

Shang Four: What makes you say that?

System: She’s giving you the chance to seduce her round it off, and it’s the same as her seducing you.

Wei CEO: ? Maybe you should stop summarizing things.

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