The Cannon Fodder Roles I Play All Become White Moonlights [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 11

Most residents in the tube-shaped apartment building had been neighbors for over a decade, and they were quick to gossip at the slightest stir, let alone when it involved such a striking pair as Fang Mo and Su Qingmeng.

Before long, Fang Tinglan heard from others that Fang Mo was in a relationship. She didn’t think much of it and casually mentioned to Fang Mo that she wanted to meet Su Qingmeng.

Fang Mo flatly refused, saying it wasn’t time to meet the family yet, but he indirectly confirmed the relationship. Fang Tinglan felt both curious and uneasy, so she decided to meet Su Qingmeng anyway. After finding out which building Su Qingmeng lived in, she waited by her door, timing her visit to coincide with Fang Mo’s return from work.

The streetlights and corridor lights in the tube-shaped building were mostly broken from years of neglect, with only a few still working. Fang Tinglan wasn’t afraid of the darkness on her way over, Fang Mo’s fierce reputation had kept troublemakers at bay all these years. However, her delicate physique left her breathless after descending from the third floor of one building and climbing to the sixth floor of another.

Leaning against the iron door of Su Qingmeng’s apartment, panting heavily, she was about to check the time on her phone when a man suddenly lunged from behind and grabbed her. “Heh, finally got you! Let that bastard show off in front of me! I’ve got his woman now!”

The man reeked of alcohol, making Fang Tinglan nauseous. Still catching her breath, she couldn’t even scream for help. She struggled with all her might, but her efforts were futile against the half-drunk man.

The man slapped Fang Tinglan across the face, stuffed a pre-prepared cloth into her mouth, and began dragging her downstairs. Just as he reached the first floor, he encountered a man and a woman entering the building.

The three of them locked eyes under the dim lighting. The man froze, the newcomers were Fang Mo and Su Qingmeng. So, who was the woman he had captured?

Su Qingmeng immediately started recording with her phone and asked sharply, “Who are you? You’re not from this building. Why are you dragging her like that? Let her go!”

“None of your damn business!” the man retorted, trying to bluff his way out regardless of who he had caught.

Fang Tinglan struggled and let out muffled cries. Fang Mo frowned and punched the man squarely in the face. The young man’s fist was hard and powerful, drawing blood with a single blow.

While the man was down, Su Qingmeng helped Fang Tinglan up and removed the cloth from her mouth. Finally able to breathe, Fang Tinglan looked from Su Qingmeng to Fang Mo and the groaning man, then let out a piercing scream.

The commotion drew attention, and someone called the police. All four were taken to the station.

At the police station, the man insisted he was just drunk and passing by, claiming Fang Mo had attacked him without reason and demanding compensation. When the police questioned Fang Tinglan, she hesitated for a moment and glanced at Fang Mo. The young man sat there, his expression cold and stern, his sharp phoenix eyes fixed intently on her, instantly reminding her of the person she despised the most.

She sobbed softly, “My… my son has violent tendencies. When he was young, he even attacked someone with a knife! We… we’ll pay…”

Fang Mo was already accustomed to such words, maintaining an expressionless face. However, Su Qingmeng noticed his tightly clenched fists and the bulging veins on the back of his hands. She reached out and enveloped his fist with her small hand, warm and accepting.

Fang Mo looked at her, this girl who claimed to be his girlfriend only for the money, as she recounted the entire incident to the police in an orderly manner. At the end, she even took out her phone and asked, “I didn’t recognize her as your mother at the time, so I recorded a video just in case. Officer, can this serve as evidence?”

Although the video was a bit dark, it clearly showed the man dragging Fang Tinglan down the stairs with a cloth stuffed in her mouth.

The police officer couldn’t help but ask Fang Tinglan, “Is this really your son?”

Even if a stranger had saved her, she should have been grateful, not turned around and blamed them.

Fang Tinglan opened her mouth but was too embarrassed to say anything. Yet, she didn’t think she was in the wrong, she believed raising Fang Mo to this age was the greatest kindness she could offer. She even began to resent Su Qingmeng. Suddenly, she remembered that the man had been waiting outside Su Qingmeng’s door and had originally targeted her. Without thinking, she blurted out, “That man mistook me for you! Did you seduce him?”

“Enough!” Fang Mo finally lost his temper. He stood up, looking down at Fang Tinglan with a coldness in his eyes that frightened her.

Fang Mo presented the evidence he had been collecting, proving that the man had been stalking Su Qingmeng for a long time. Combined with the video from Su Qingmeng, it was clear that the man had planned this for a while but had mistaken the target that night. Fang Mo’s actions could be considered self-defense.

By the time they left the police station, it was already 2 a.m. Fang Mo didn’t even glance at Fang Tinglan and said to Su Qingmeng, “I’ll walk you back.”

He escorted her to her door in silence, not saying a word the entire way. Only after watching her step inside did, he finally speak: “Lock the door.”

But Su Qingmeng suddenly hugged him.

Fang Mo felt as if his entire heart had been struck heavily. Warmth radiated from the girl, leaving him at a loss but unwilling to pull away.

Su Qingmeng didn’t offer any words of comfort. She just held him for a long time before softly saying, “It won’t be comfortable for you to go back now. Why not stay here and make do? It’s almost dawn anyway. We can go to school together.”

Her ordinary words struck Fang Mo with overwhelming warmth, shattering the fragile wall he had built around his heart. He didn’t dare look down at her or return her embrace, afraid that this warmth was nothing but an illusion.

Yet he heard his own hoarse voice reply, “Okay.”

Su Qingmeng didn’t rest for long, waking up at six as usual. When she stepped out of her room, she saw Fang Mo standing in the living room. The tall young man looked serious but was wearing an apron. She was momentarily stunned.

Fang Mo was also taken aback by her morning appearance. The usually calculating girl looked unexpectedly adorable, with a stray strand of hair sticking up cutely on her forehead. He averted his gaze, maintaining a serious expression. “Breakfast is ready. Let’s eat.”

After a simple wash, Su Qingmeng took a small bite of the pancake Fang Mo had made and couldn’t help but give him a thumbs-up, praising generously, “Senior, this is so delicious! If we ever lose our jobs in the future, we could set up a stall together at the school gate!”

Fang Mo’s lips twitched slightly as he replied calmly, “I won’t let you set up a stall.”

Su Qingmeng looked at him with a grin. “Doesn’t this feel like we’re an old married couple? Hubby…”

Fang Mo’s hand trembled slightly as he tried to keep a straight face. “Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Oh…” she deliberately drew out the syllable, then feigned innocence and asked, “Senior, why are your ears so red?”

Fang Mo stood up abruptly with a thud, turning his back to Su Qingmeng. “I’m going to clean the kitchen.”

Su Qingmeng lowered her head and chuckled. “Senior, you’re really so capable.”

Fang Mo walked away quickly, with the girl’s unrestrained laughter trailing behind him. Unconsciously, the corners of his lips curved upward.

Behind him, Su Qingmeng glanced at her phone, a message from Ling Yuanbai: he wanted to meet her that afternoon.

This time, Ling Yuanbai had chosen a teahouse instead of their usual KTV. The teahouse was quiet, with almost no one around, though the private rooms were separated by wooden lattice doors, offering little soundproofing.

Su Qingmeng arrived exactly on time, not a minute late. Ling Yuanbai was already waiting there. When he saw her, he asked, “Do you know how to brew tea?”

Su Qingmeng glanced at him. Though he was dressed as usual, she could tell his expression was off. Without pointing it out, she picked up the tea set and performed the entire process with fluid, precise, and graceful movements.

“Surprising. An orphan like you knows tea art,” Ling Yuanbai remarked idly, toying with his teacup.

Su Qingmeng had once spent half a year learning from a tea master for a role, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. She lowered her head with a light laugh. “If I want to marry into a wealthy family, I need to have some skills to show off.”

“You want to marry into a wealthy family?” Ling Yuanbai retorted. “Is that why you befriended Yaoqing? Because she comes from a rich family?”

Su Qingmeng gave him a dismissive look, as if to say he was stating the obvious. “If it weren’t for building a good reputation to marry a rich man someday, those photos in your hands wouldn’t be leverage. I thought you knew that. But Yaoqing is different, she’s a friend I genuinely want.”

“A genuine friend? You sold her the bag you got from me,” Ling Yuanbai sneered. “And what about Fang Mo?”

“Aren’t you the one who knows best about my relationship with Senior Fang Mo?” Su Qingmeng replied with a faint smile.

His eyes, hidden behind his glasses, held barely concealed anger. “I made you his girlfriend so you could work for me, not to defend him or let him stay overnight.”

Su Qingmeng paused in her tea brewing, setting down the teapot before quickly turning to look at the neighboring room. Sure enough, a blurry figure flashed past the door.

This was the conversation that, in the original plot, had been overheard by Lu Yaoqing, though with slight differences.

She turned back to look at Ling Yuanbai.

Ling Yuanbai also saw it. He furrowed his brow and called over the waiter to ask who had been in the neighboring room. Since this teahouse was his private property, the waiter respectfully replied, “It was Lu Yaoqing.”

Ling Yuanbai’s frown deepened.

Su Qingmeng, however, seemed unbothered. Leaning back in the traditional Chinese armchair, she chuckled lightly and said, “Young Master Ling, what should we do now?”

Many people addressed Ling Yuanbai as “Young Master Ling,” most with deference, but not Su Qingmeng, her tone carried a hint of mockery. Surprisingly, seeing her like this calmed him down instead. “I don’t mind. If you can’t be used, I can always find someone else. But you’re different, Su Qingmeng. Don’t forget your ‘Dean Mother.’”

A person with a weakness in someone else’s hands could never win, no matter how clever they were, even someone as sharp as Su Qingmeng.

He watched as anger ignited in her beautiful peach-blossom eyes and felt a sudden surge of pleasure. For once, a genuine, almost malicious smile touched his lips. “Yaoqing once had feelings for Fang Mo. She isn’t afraid of the Ling family, and she’ll definitely tell Fang Mo what she heard.”

He added coldly, “I’ve told you before, I’m not a philanthropist, Su Qingmeng. Think carefully about what you’ll do next.”