The Cannon Fodder Roles I Play All Become White Moonlights [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 21.2

The young man lowered his gaze, lost in thought. But when Su Qingmeng’s hands brazenly gripped his waist, his face stiffened again. “Let go.”

“No way. I’m afraid you’ll make me fall,” Su Qingmeng declared without a hint of shame, even wrapping her arms around his slender waist. “If we fall, we fall together.”

“……” Yang Dongming was unwilling to admit that the moment Su Qingmeng pressed close, his heart nearly exploded. Though her hands weren’t hot, he felt as if his entire body had been scalded. His mind grew hazy, and his limbs moved almost involuntarily.

The bicycle sped along, swaying violently, which frightened Su Qingmeng into holding on even tighter. She muttered, “Are you even capable? Slow down, slow down! There’s someone ahead, you’re going to hit them!”

Yang Dongming didn’t hear her and nearly collided with a man and woman walking toward them. Fortunately, the tall man reacted swiftly, reaching out to grab the handlebars and bring the bicycle to a halt.

“Dongming? Sister-in-law?” Jiang Lingfeng was somewhat surprised by the pair on the bicycle.

[Su Qingmeng, on her way to work, encountered Jiang Lingfeng and Qiao Jihong walking side by side. Her eyes first lit up, then filled with a hint of jealousy. She recognized Qiao Jihong as a nurse on the island, quite popular among the single men there, but Su Qingmeng was determined to win Jiang Lingfeng for herself. She decided to abandon the bicycle, regardless of whether she’d be late for work, and squeezed herself between Jiang Lingfeng and Qiao Jihong. To her dismay, she found that Qiao Jihong and Jiang Lingfeng were discussing ocean currents, a topic she couldn’t understand at all. Nevertheless, she forced her way into the conversation, telling Jiang Lingfeng, “I have a willow-like waist.”]

[Host, please complete this segment of the plot.] The system suddenly chimed in.

Su Qingmeng smiled. It was rare for her and the system to be on the same page.

So, she jumped off the bicycle and said to Yang Dongming, “You ride the bicycle to school. I’ll follow Commander Jiang to the troupe.”

Yang Dongming looked at her and saw her shamelessly wedge herself between Jiang Lingfeng and Qiao Jihong, forcibly widening the gap between the man and woman. The look in her eyes as she gazed at Jiang Lingfeng was so blatant that even someone as young as him could see her intentions.

His grip on the handlebars tightened, and he pressed his lips together. How had he ever thought Su Qingmeng was decent? He must have been kicked in the head by a donkey!

Feeling an inexplicable frustration, the young man couldn’t be bothered to say anything more to Su Qingmeng. He twisted the handlebars and rode off.

“Commander Jiang, Dongming took the bicycle. Could you take me to the cultural troupe, please?” Su Qingmeng leaned against Jiang Lingfeng’s arm, smiling brightly.

It was Qiao Jihong who spoke first. “Comrade, we’re heading to the hospital, which is in the opposite direction of the cultural troupe.”

“That’s fine. I’ll wait until Commander Jiang is done and have him take me over,” Su Qingmeng insisted, clinging to Jiang Lingfeng.

Jiang Lingfeng wanted to say it wasn’t convenient, but considering Su Qingmeng was Old Yang’s widow and there were outsiders present, he didn’t want to embarrass her. He could only acquiesce silently.

What had been a pair walking together suddenly became a trio.

Su Qingmeng was curious why Jiang Lingfeng wasn’t in a car. Again, Qiao Jihong answered first: “Someone was injured. The chief had Xiao Zhang take the injured to the hospital first, and he’s accompanying me on foot.”

Su Qingmeng, who had been entirely focused on Jiang Lingfeng, finally turned her attention to Qiao Jihong. Qiao Jihong was slightly shorter than her but sturdier in build. Her oval face was fairer than most people on the island, though she appeared much darker standing next to Su Qingmeng. Unlike the reserved demeanor typical of the era, her gaze was bold and direct.

The two women exchanged a glance and instantly understood that their mutual target was Jiang Lingfeng. Qiao Jihong smiled generously, using her eyes to convey to Su Qingmeng: May the best woman win.

“I just heard the chief call you ‘sister-in-law.’ Who are you?” Qiao Jihong genuinely didn’t know Su Qingmeng. She had transmigrated into this body when Jiang Lingfeng came to have his stitches removed and had no memories of the original owner. It had only been a few days since she had familiarized herself with her surroundings.

“This is Comrade Su Qingmeng, the wife of the former division commander,” Jiang Lingfeng briefly introduced. “Then, sister-in-law, please come with us to the hospital for now.”

Qiao Jihong fell into thought. She knew about Old Yang, but he was already in his forties, wasn’t he? The Su Qingmeng before her seemed no more than twenty years old. Observing how enthusiastically Su Qingmeng was behaving toward Jiang Lingfeng, Qiao Jihong had already formed an impression of what kind of person she was and felt a slight sense of disdain.

She believed that with Jiang Lingfeng’s upright character, he would never be interested in someone like Su Qingmeng.

Unperturbed, she continued her earlier conversation with Jiang Lingfeng, discussing the ocean currents near the Southern Frontier Islands. Before transmigrating, she hadn’t been a nurse but had worked in urban planning at a large corporation, majoring in geography.

Jiang Lingfeng, as a naval division commander, was naturally well-versed in such topics. The two of them went back and forth in conversation, leaving no room for Su Qingmeng to interject.

Su Qingmeng glanced at Jiang Lingfeng, who was staring straight ahead, and then at Qiao Jihong, who kept looking past her at Jiang Lingfeng. She pouted, her slender fingers subtly brushing against Jiang Lingfeng’s palm from time to time.

Only when Jiang Lingfeng could no longer tolerate it and looked at her did she smile sweetly and say, “What kind of ocean currents are you talking about? But when it comes to willow waists, mine is the most standard.”

Jiang Lingfeng paused, his gaze inadvertently falling on her slender waist. The fastened belt accentuated her curves, it was indeed a very delicate willow waist.

Qiao Jihong couldn’t help but chuckle. “Comrade Su, we’re talking about ocean currents, not willow waists.”

Su Qingmeng didn’t seem embarrassed by Qiao Jihong’s laughter, her smile unwavering. “I was just joking. Honestly, your conversation is so boring. Isn’t this common knowledge for anyone on the island with sailing experience? Talking about this is nowhere near as interesting as discussing waistlines. My waist is 1.6 chi. What about yours, Comrade Qiao?”

Qiao Jihong opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words. She thought she was already quite thick-skinned for this era, but Su Qingmeng seemed to be on par with her, not only shameless but also lacking in emotional intelligence. Who would openly announce their waist measurement in front of someone they liked? It was practically saying, “Look at my tiny waist!”

Jiang Lingfeng couldn’t possibly be the kind of shallow man who only cared about a slender waist, could he? She stole a glance at Jiang Lingfeng and cleared her throat. “Comrade Su, there’s a male comrade present.”

Su Qingmeng looked up at Jiang Lingfeng with an innocent, naive expression, like a forest spirit. “Is this something we shouldn’t discuss in front of a male comrade?”

Jiang Lingfeng had devoted all his energy over the years to training troops and improving equipment, with little experience in matters between men and women. Still, he vaguely felt that this topic was inappropriate to discuss in his presence.

Suddenly, he recalled something Old Yang had said to him over drinks: “Xiao Jiang, everyone says Xiao Su has a bad temper, but the truth is, she’s just inexperienced in the ways of the world. When a man has weathered life’s storms, he finds her kind of innocent ignorance incredibly precious.”

At the time, Jiang Lingfeng had only felt that Old Yang was lacking in character, remarrying less than half a year after his first wife passed away, and to a girl twenty years his junior. But now, he thought Old Yang had been right about the first part: Su Qingmeng was somewhat naive about the ways of the world. As for the latter part, he reserved judgment.

He didn’t answer Su Qingmeng’s question, and the three of them fell into a prolonged silence.

Qiao Jihong tried several times to steer the conversation back, but Su Qingmeng kept derailing it until it was impossible to continue. Qiao Jihong massaged her temples, thinking that Su Qingmeng was what people in her time would call a “conversation killer”, a stunning beauty cursed with an unfortunate talent for ending discussions.

By the time they reached the hospital, however, Qiao Jihong’s impression of Su Qingmeng had softened. She didn’t particularly mind a beautiful airhead.

After checking on the injured and confirming there was nothing serious, Jiang Lingfeng instructed Xiao Zhang to take Su Qingmeng to the cultural troupe. Su Qingmeng blinked in surprise. “Aren’t you coming with me?”

“I’m not going,” Jiang Lingfeng replied bluntly.

Just then, the hospital phone rang, for Jiang Lingfeng. He frowned as he listened, hesitated for a moment, then turned to Su Qingmeng. “Dongming got into a fight at school. The school wants a parent to come.”

Technically, Su Qingmeng was now Yang Dongming’s only guardian. But she was still young, would she even know how to handle her stepson? Jiang Lingfeng studied her, his gaze weighing her reaction.

Su Qingmeng’s peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of anger in them. “That little rascal! I’m going to the school right now!”

She took two steps, then turned back, looking pleadingly at Jiang Lingfeng. “Could… could you come with me? Just to give me some courage?”

Jiang Lingfeng almost laughed. She really was just a young girl after all. But whether Su Qingmeng went or not, he had to go, Old Yang was gone, and he couldn’t abandon his friend’s son.

With Jiang Lingfeng by her side, Su Qingmeng stormed into the school. As they reached the homeroom teacher’s office, they saw a middle-aged woman pointing at Yang Dongming’s nose and shrieking, “Even if Old Yang were still here, a bastard like you wouldn’t be allowed to bully my son! And now that he’s gone, who do you think you are, throwing your weight around?”

Ignoring the teacher present, the woman slapped Yang Dongming hard across the face. The blow left a bright red mark on his pale skin, and his light-colored eyes blazed with fury. He looked ready to lunge at her, but several young male teachers held him back.

Before anyone could react, a slender figure dashed forward and landed a resounding slap on the woman’s face.

The noisy office fell into stunned silence.

Even Jiang Lingfeng was taken aback.

Su Qingmeng planted her hands on her hips. “Even if Old Yang is gone, Old Jiang is still here! Who do you think you are, throwing your weight around?”