The Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife Changes to Take the Black Moonlight Script - Chapter 57.2

The moment Shang Xiaowu and Lingchu got home, they were ushered to wash their hands for dinner.

At the Shang family dinner table, the adults remained mostly silent, as usual. Only the two children couldn’t suppress their lively nature, one grabbing a spoon to eat baby food while reaching for dishes on the table, the other chattering nonstop about her day out with her aunt and meeting a new friend.

Shang Xiaowu had been a little nervous at first, but remembering that Shang Shiyu never removed her hat or mask, she relaxed, figuring her niece wouldn’t have seen her face.

Lingchu pulled out the black chess piece pendant. “Great-Grandma, Mommy, look! This is a gift from Auntie Shiyu!”

Both Shang Yufeng and Shang Shixing froze momentarily, clearly thinking the same thing.

Shang Shixing smiled and asked, “Did you thank her?”

“I did! I also invited her to come to the amusement park with us tomorrow. But she’s super busy teaching students Go. She said she’d play with me after some competition is over.”

“Oh, so she’s a teacher?” Shang Shixing directed this question at Shang Xiaowu.

“Uh, yeah. A Go teacher.”

Since Shang Shiyu was teaching Wei Yixian Go, it wasn’t entirely wrong to call her a Go teacher, right?

Shang Shixing pressed, “How come I’ve never heard of a Go teacher named Shiyu at East City University?”

The Phoenix Education Foundation collaborated frequently with East City University, and Shang Shixing knew at least a third, if not half, of the faculty there.

Especially the teaching staff related to Go, because the Treasure Pavilion was donated by the foundation, and the teaching tools and equipment in the Go Room were also donated by the foundation. The maintenance costs over the years have all been handled through coordination with the foundation.

She knew Weng Qizheng and several retired players who now taught at the school, but she had never heard of this person named Shiyu.

Shang Xiaowu sat on pins and needles: “She’s not a formally employed Go teacher.”

Shang Shixing didn’t press further. Instead, she turned to Shang Lingchu and asked, “Can you lend Mommy your gift for a look?”

Lingchu handed her the pendant.

Shang Shixing played with it in her hand for a moment before returning it to her daughter.

Then she said to Shang Xiaowu, “Go-themed pendants are quite rare, and few people buy them. It seems your friend really likes Go.”

Lingchu chimed in, “That’s right! Auntie Shiyu not only has a Go stone pendant but also a pendant with a jar carved with a kitten at the bottom, and even her bracelet is made of Go stones!”

Shang Shixing remarked, “Such unique pendants usually aren’t available in regular accessory or novelty shops. They must have been bought from the gift shop at the Go Museum.”

Shang Xiaowu played dumb: “Really? I didn’t even notice. Lingchu, your observation skills are amazing!”

Pleased by the praise, Lingchu happily took a big bite of her meal.

But Shang Shixing sensed something off about her sister’s reaction.

However, she was only wary of the friend who might lead Shang Xiaowu astray and didn’t think beyond that.

Based on these small accessories, she could essentially rule out “Shiyu” as a suspect.

Because players who genuinely love Go, rather than treating it as a tool for personal gain, wouldn’t resort to drugs.

Admittedly, drugs can provide a temporary surge of energy, making the mind feel sharp and allowing one to play for hours without fatigue.

But the side effects after the high wears off are far worse, including scattered focus and heightened anxiety.

In Xia Country, where drug enforcement is so strict, being caught with even a trace of powder means only one path: utter ruin.

Very few players who truly love Go would chase victory at the cost of such a fate.

–

Shang Shiqian didn’t hide the fact that Shang Xiaowu had brought Lingchu to see her from Wei Yixian.

But she didn’t bring it up deliberately either. It was just that after letting someone into her heart, she had gradually learned to share her life.

Finally, remembering Wei Yixian’s own reservations about the Shang family, Shang Shiqian asked, “Do you mind me associating with the Shangs?”

Wei Yixian replied calmly, “Before, I didn’t want you near them because I worried your presence might provoke their suspicion or hostility. But now that Shang Shidai has accepted you and hasn’t exposed you to the rest of the family, it suggests their attitude is more optimistic than I expected. Naturally, I don’t mind your interactions.”

“Aren’t you worried it might cause trouble for you?”

Given her family’s prejudice against Wei Yixian, Shang Shiqian suspected that even rational figures like her mother, aunt, and eldest sister would likely assume her appearance was Wei Yixian’s doing before confirming her identity.

Wei Yixian gazed at her. “You’re not trouble.”

Shang Shiqian froze, her heart fluttering like a startled deer, pounding faster.

She said, “Wei Yixian, it’s rare to hear such comforting words from you.”

Who would have thought that just a month ago, Wei Yixian was still the main target of her complaints to the system.

A month later, Wei Yixian’s domineering CEO syndrome had miraculously cured itself.

It was practically a medical marvel.

“Are you secretly mocking me in your head again?” Though he couldn’t hear her thoughts, based on the micro-expressions she made whenever she talked to the system, Wei Yixian was certain she was silently criticizing him again.

Shang Shiqian was startled, how did Wei Yixian know?!

She said, “Ah-Hang, paranoia is a disease.”

Wei Yixian scoffed. “So you are calling me sick.”

Shang Shiqian: ?

After a moment of contemplation, she reflected that mocking Wei Yixian with the system before had indeed been wrong. So she honestly apologized, “I’m sorry, Ah-Hang. I was wrong.”

Wei Yixian turned and went upstairs.

Knowing she had upset him, Shang Shiqian decided to make amends.

Remembering that Wei Yixian seemed to like claw machine plushies, she headed downstairs, planning to win a few more to give to him.

Since she had moved out, she hadn’t been to the basement level in a long time. Every day, she would come over in the evening for class, then return to her room to rest before heading to East City University early the next morning.

“Jimmy, turn on the living room lights.”

The lights in the basement entertainment lounge flickered on one by one.

Shang Shiqian froze when she saw the empty claw machine.

Wondering if Pu Feifei had temporarily cleared them out, she turned her head, only to see rows of plushies neatly seated on the sofa.

Each one was adorned with familiar accessories: some had a Go badge pinned to their chests, others wore black-and-white beaded necklaces, some clutched USB drives or folding fans, and one even held a ruler.

A pair of black-and-white Go-themed throw pillows were also placed on the single-seat sofa, completely clashing with the rest of the decor.

The five wobbly ducks Shang Shiqian had bought were nestled among the plushies.

Shang Shiqian was first stunned, then silent, and finally, she laughed.

–

In a private dining room at a restaurant near East City University.

Several administrators and faculty members from the student affairs office were clinking glasses with the scholarship coordinator from the Phoenix Education Foundation.

The coordinator had come to East City University today not only to oversee and assist in the selection process but also to discuss summer internship programs.

Every winter and summer break, East City University organized various social practice activities with funding from different sectors.

Among them, the Phoenix Education Foundation sponsored three types of programs:

1.

A two-week teaching volunteer program followed by two weeks of educational training.

2.

A one-month exchange program in Hong Kong.

3.

A one-month internship at either the Phoenix Group or the Phoenix Education Foundation.

Different programs were assigned to different departments, and due to limited spots, the foundation would conduct a secondary screening after the university’s initial selection.

The coordinator had just received the list from the university that day.

“We’ll do our best to finalize the list and send it to your school by next Wednesday, so it won’t delay your summer arrangements.”

By the time the dinner ended past nine in the evening, the coordinator and two colleagues from the Phoenix Education Foundation called a designated driver and got into the car back to the foundation’s headquarters.

Suddenly remembering something, the coordinator said to one of the colleagues, “Oh, right there’s a student named Chen Yixun. The chairwoman’s sister specifically asked to look out for her. Check if she’s on the list.”

The colleague, holding a stack of application forms, returned to the office and began flipping through them. Finally, in the pile from the School of Economics and Finance, they found Chen Yixun’s application.

“This student is part of our foundation’s scholarship program and has already been placed on the priority selection list.”

The director said, “Then arrange for her to intern at the foundation.”

A colleague marked Chen Yixun’s form and then remarked, “Director, let’s not work overtime tonight, shall we? After hearing that ghost story about the Treasure Pavilion today, I’m feeling rather spooked.”

In the vast office building, only their section still had lights on, it was eerily unsettling.

The director asked absentmindedly, “What ghost story?”

“Students say the chairman’s younger sister her spirit haunts the Treasure Pavilion.”

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