The Cannon Fodder Roles I Play All Become White Moonlights [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

“Qingmeng?”

Su Qingmeng was momentarily blinded by the sudden glare of lights piercing her eyes. Having been in darkness for so long, the return of brightness felt strangely uncomfortable.

“Qingmeng? Qingmeng?” The voice that had called her earlier repeated twice more, tinged with evident concern.

Finally adjusting to the glow of the crystal chandelier, she squinted slightly, taking in her surroundings and the man seated opposite her.

She found herself in a Western restaurant, facing a young man of above-average looks. Dressed in branded clothing and sporting a watch worth over a hundred thousand, his handling of the cutlery was far from polished, a clear sign of a nouveau riche heir rather than someone from old money.

His gaze drifted restlessly, suggesting some fondness for the original host of this body, though not to the point of obsession. Su Qingmeng discreetly gathered information from her surroundings.

Chen Li was momentarily stunned by her gaze. He had always known Su Qingmeng was beautiful, and she had always acted gentle and demure around him, which made it easy for him to indulge in a flirtation with her despite having a girlfriend.

But the Su Qingmeng before him, while still wearing the same face, now had a dazzling brilliance in her eyes that he had never seen before. Even the arch of her brows exuded an enchanting charm, as if a faint star had suddenly transformed into the sole moon in the sky, instantly capturing everyone’s attention.

She lifted a hand to lightly brush back her hair, yet the gesture felt like a heavy strum on the strings of his heart. His pulse quickened, his mind went blank, and without further thought, the impulsive words spilled out: “Qingmeng, I like you.”

Su Qingmeng blinked. She knew nothing about this world yet, and here she was, suddenly being confessed to. Fortunately, as an actress for many years, her quick improvisational skills were her most praised trait.

She slipped into character in an instant.

Su Qingmeng lowered her head, her cheeks tinged with a delicate blush. Her slender fingers hooked a stray strand of hair, tucking it behind her ear. It was a simple gesture, yet she executed it with such allure, seemingly unintentional yet irresistibly seductive, as if shyly silent.

Chen Li’s heart swayed even more, and he couldn’t resist reaching out, wanting to grasp her hand.

“Chen Li! So, you really did sneak out to meet this green tea bitch!”

A sharp female voice abruptly cut between them, followed by a hand snatching the red wine from the table and splashing it toward the pair.

Su Qingmeng nimbly stood up in the same instant, dodging the spray.

Chen Li, however, was caught completely off guard. Half his face was drenched in red wine, leaving him in an instant state of disarray. Furious, he stood up and shouted, “Cui Minmin, what are you doing!”

Su Qingmeng only needed one glance at the enraged Cui Minmin to grasp the situation. She subtly positioned herself behind Chen Li and gently urged, “Perhaps there’s some misunderstanding? Why don’t we all sit down and talk it over calmly?”

“Misunderstanding, my ass!” Cui Minmin slammed the wineglass onto the floor and lunged forward. She had intended to strike Su Qingmeng, but with Chen Li shielding her, she redirected her fury toward him, landing a hard slap across his face.

A sharp sting spread across Chen Li’s cheek. Forgetting all decorum, he retaliated by slapping Cui Minmin back.

Watching a man and a woman tangled in a brawl, Su Qingmeng took a few more steps back, grabbed the small bag hanging on the chair, and was about to make her escape as someone stepped in to mediate. Unexpectedly, several aggressive women charged straight toward her.

Cui Minmin hadn’t come alone, she’d brought a group of helpers. A few of them immediately tried to grab at Su Qingmeng’s delicate dress.

Su Qingmeng feigned a look of helplessness, but just as they thought they had her cornered, she abruptly shoved a nearby table toward them. Seizing the moment they stumbled back, she skillfully kicked off her high heels and turned to flee.

Her pursuers were momentarily stunned by her maneuver, and by the time they cursed and gave chase, she had already put some distance between them.

Unfamiliar with the layout of the Western restaurant, Su Qingmeng couldn’t find an exit with her pursuers hot on her heels. She had no choice but to duck into a small room at random.

The room was cramped and dim but meticulously tidy. A folding bed stood against the wall, and a neatly folded blanket rested on a nearby shelf. It seemed someone occasionally rested here, as a Western restaurant server’s uniform hung on the rack as well.

As Su Qingmeng scanned her surroundings, she heard the clamor outside. Her pursuers hadn’t spotted her yet but were still combing every corner.

She shrank deeper into the shadows behind the shelf and let out a soft sigh. It had been a long time since she’d been in such a sorry state.

Smoothing her disheveled hair, she cautiously extended her hand into a sliver of light. The fragmented glow illuminated her fingertips, revealing a healthy pink hue. No matter what, as long as she was alive, things could be alright, Su Qingmeng clung to that thought.

Quietly setting aside her inner reflections, she called out to the system, “System, are you there? What’s going on right now?”

After a long pause, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in her ear: [The current environment is unstable and unsuitable for transmitting the plot to the host. Please find a stable environment before contacting the system again.]

“Weren’t this environment chosen by you?” Su Qingmeng retorted indifferently.

[The entry point into the mission world is uncontrollable.] The system’s voice remained flat.

Su Qingmeng paused, deciding not to press further. She remained still in the corner, pulling out the phone from the original owner’s bag and opening WeChat. First, she checked the Moments feed. The latest post was titled, “New dress, love it,” featuring a photo of a girl wearing the exact same white dress she had on now and bearing a face identical to her own.

Su Qingmeng stared at the photo for a long moment before navigating to the contacts list. The original owner had quite a few WeChat friends, including a label titled “Backups” with around twenty people, among them was Chen Li, the man from earlier.

Scrolling through the chat history, she noticed the original owner’s conversations with these twenty individuals all treaded the line of ambiguity. She maintained a gentle demeanor while dropping vague, suggestive remarks. With Chen Li, for instance, she often brought up topics about his girlfriend, subtly undermining her in passing.

The subtle manipulation was unmistakable.

Creak!

The sudden sound of the door opening jolted Su Qingmeng to alertness. She immediately tucked away her phone and stood frozen in the corner, not moving a muscle.

The one who entered was a tall, slender young man. The dim light in the room cast a haze over his features, yet Su Qingmeng could vaguely make out his sharp jawline and high-bridged nose.

Unaware of her hiding in the shadows, the young man casually closed the door and, with his back to Su Qingmeng, removed his shirt. Though he appeared lean, his exposed torso was defined by refined muscle, far more striking than any of the pretty boys Su Qingmeng had encountered before.

As he continued to undress, Su Qingmeng hesitated but eventually made a faint sound. Though barely audible, it immediately caught the young man’s attention. He paused in the act of removing his trousers and turned around, asking, “Who’s there?”

His voice was cool and detached, like droplets of spring water falling on mountain rocks, carrying an inherent sense of distance.

Su Qingmeng stepped out of the shadows, facing him directly, and finally got a clear look at his appearance. His pale complexion was accentuated by deep, well-defined features, and his slightly upturned phoenix eyes held no discernible emotion, exuding an icy aloofness that kept others at bay.

While most would retreat in the face of such coldness, Su Qingmeng responded with a sweet smile. She raised a slender finger to her crimson lips and softly whispered, “Shh.”

Noises could still be heard outside the door, faintly calling her name. Before the young man could speak, Su Qingmeng covered his mouth with her hand.

Her soft body pressed almost entirely against his upper torso, separated only by the thin fabric of her dress, allowing them to feel each other’s warmth.

With one hand still on his lips and the other resting on his shoulder, she rose onto her toes and leaned close to his ear. “Don’t go out, and don’t speak. Please, just save me, okay?”

Su Qingmeng’s voice was naturally sweet, and with her deliberate cadence, her breath brushed against his ear, adding an unexpected layer of intimacy.

In the dim light, ambiguity flourished…

The young man, caught off guard, froze momentarily. By the time he regained his composure, Su Qingmeng had already released him, her warm touch retreating along with her presence.

She took two steps back, maintaining a proper social distance as if she hadn’t been the one pressing against him moments before.

Lowering her head, Su Qingmeng allowed the light seeping through the door crack to softly illuminate her slender neck, making her appear all the more pitiable. “If they find me, they’ll really beat me to death…”

The young man’s eyes darkened slightly. Ignoring her, he retrieved a waiter’s uniform from a nearby rack and cast a cold glance in her direction.

Su Qingmeng, however, acted oblivious, meeting his gaze with wide, innocent eyes.

Time stretched as they stared at each other, until finally, a flicker of embarrassment and irritation crossed the young man’s eyes. Expressionless, he commanded, “Turn around.”

“Huh?” Su Qingmeng feigned confusion, her eyes filled with bewilderment. Only when he hastily draped the shirt over himself did she seem to understand. Turning away, she murmured softly, “Sorry… It’s so dark in here, I didn’t notice…”

The young man paid her no mind. In the quiet, confined space, the faint rustling of clothing and the subtle sound of breathing filled the air. His hands paused briefly as he glanced sideways at the girl who remained with her back to him. That soft chuckle he thought he heard must have been his imagination.

After a while, Su Qingmeng finally asked, “Can I turn around now?”

The young man still ignored her. After changing his clothes, he walked straight out, but fortunately, he closed the door behind him.

Su Qingmeng heard someone asking the young man if he had seen her, to which his cold voice replied indifferently, “No.” Then she heard someone asking for his phone number, but he gave no response.

As he left, the women who had been searching for her also followed him away.

No more sounds came from outside.

[Don’t complicate things or add unnecessary scenes for a cannon fodder character.] The system spoke up at this moment, with a hint of reproach.

“I’m just staying true to the original character’s personality. Wasn’t the original host a master of manipulation?” Su Qingmeng asked with a laugh. “Was that guy just now an important character?”

The male lead, the second male lead, or the antagonist? After all, only by having more interactions with important characters could it be considered adding scenes.

[…] The system fell silent for a moment, neither refuting Su Qingmeng’s words nor answering her question.

“I don’t know the plot right now, nor do I know what to do next. Should I just improvise?” Su Qingmeng asked again. Still receiving no response from the system, she took its silence as tacit approval.

When the young man returned to the small room, he turned on the light and saw the slender girl curled up on the floor. She had her eyes closed, her head resting on her knees, as if she had fallen asleep.

The sudden brightness made Su Qingmeng open her eyes. A hazy mist veiled her bright gaze, like a pond of spring water shimmering with scattered sunlight, radiant and gentle. Even someone as cold as the young man found himself locking eyes with her for a long moment before finally looking away.

“Why are you still here?” he asked.

“Can you help me up? My legs are numb…” Su Qingmeng said pitifully.

However, the young man noticed the cunning in her eyes. He remained cautious and did not move, simply standing there and watching her quietly.

Su Qingmeng pouted at him, a mix of annoyance and cuteness, then slowly pushed herself up using the wall. She lifted her leg and wiggled her bare foot, saying in a coquettish tone, “I don’t have any shoes.”

The young man glanced down and saw her fair, delicate toes, tinged with red from crouching for so long, giving them an unexpectedly adorable appearance.

But he didn’t forget the slyness that always lingered in Su Qingmeng’s eyes. It wasn’t the kind of romantic interest others showed because of his looks.

She was merely using her natural appearance to her advantage, simply wanting his unconditional help.

The young man remained unmoved.

Su Qingmeng tentatively asked, “I left my shoes in the restaurant earlier. Can I go back and get them now?”

“They were thrown away,” the young man finally replied. He glanced at Su Qingmeng, then retrieved a pair of men’s sneakers from a corner and tossed them at her feet.

As if having achieved her goal, Su Qingmeng reined in the cunning in her eyes and obediently slipped her feet into the shoes. The oversized sneakers only made her ankles appear even more slender, clashing starkly with the ethereal, pure white dress she wore that day.

Yet she showed no sign of embarrassment. Instead, she smiled cheerfully, stretched her foot out toward the young man, and playfully wiggled the sneaker-clad foot, a gesture that was both mischievous and strangely intimate.

The young man averted his gaze almost immediately after a single glance. “Turn around. I’ll take you out after I change.”

Su Qingmeng knew when to stop and turned around. He moved quickly, and within two minutes, he said to her, “Let’s go.”

He led Su Qingmeng through the restaurant’s back door, which opened into a narrow alley. There were no streetlights, and the darkness was absolute.

Instinctively, Su Qingmeng grabbed the corner of his clothes. Unaccustomed to such closeness, he was about to push her away when he heard her say, “It’s too dark here, and my shoes don’t fit well. Sorry…”

Her voice was soft and carried a hint of grievance. The surroundings were indeed pitch black, making it impossible to see her eyes clearly. The aloof young man hesitated for a moment before silently allowing her action.

They walked in silence until they reached a place with light. Before he could say anything, Su Qingmeng immediately let go of his clothes, causing him to pause briefly.

Under the dim light, the girl’s eyes curved into a charming smile. “Thank you. What’s your name? I’ll have the shoes delivered to the restaurant.”

His gaze involuntarily lingered on her eyes before he quickly regained his composure, suppressing this rare moment of distraction. “Fang Mo.”

“Um… sorry you had to witness that embarrassing scene, but I really wasn’t the one intruding…” Su Qingmeng couldn’t help but explain, but Fang Mo’s gaze was so cold that she trailed off mid-sentence. The brightness in her eyes dimmed for a moment, evoking a faint sense of pity in him.

This time, there was no trace of her earlier playfulness in Su Qingmeng’s eyes as she thanked Fang Mo sincerely once more.

Her earnest expression stirred an unusual feeling in Fang Mo’s heart.

He ignored this peculiar sensation and watched as Su Qingmeng turned to leave. Wearing oversized shoes, she walked extremely slowly, her delicate figure swaying in the darkness as if she might need support at any moment…

But none of this had anything to do with him. He wasn’t a particularly compassionate person, and there would be no further interaction between them. Fang Mo thought coldly.

Yet, to his surprise, he encountered Su Qingmeng again at the entrance of the alley near his home.

When Su Qingmeng saw him this time, she was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting him to live in the same area. Then her eyes lit up, and she smiled sweetly, showing no trace of awkwardness. Instead, she approached him without hesitation, calling his name intimately: “Fang Mo.”