Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Spouse of the Disabled Beauty - Chapter 11

In Theater 3 of the Universal Cinema on the sixth floor of the Pearl Shopping Mall, the cinema hall, which could accommodate over 600 people, was currently empty and silent. The lights had been extinguished, and the movie screen was looping a video. It was just after noon; thick smoke suddenly billowed from a villa complex built along the lake. Men and women were screaming, crying out for help. However, most of the neighbors were not home, so there was no one to hear their pleas. A young couple desperately pulled their young child into their arms as the fire forced them toward the windows on the third floor.

In the same villa district, a girl had just woken up from her nap. The thick smoke drifted toward the window of her bedroom; she startled awake, pulled open the window, and saw a plume of smoke rolling toward the sky in the distance.

Without a second thought, she ran out.

As the “movie” on the screen reached the moment the girl rushed into the fire, the side door of the enclosed theater was suddenly pushed open. A figure appeared at the entrance, gasping for breath. At the same moment, the girl on the screen reached the third-floor window, and the outdoor surveillance captured her face clearly.

It was identical to the face of the person currently standing at the theater entrance.

“Truly heroic, isn’t it?” A voice rang out from the corner of the back row of the theater. The tone was cool and highly recognizable.

The woman speaking raised her head slightly, her gaze fixed steadily on the movie screen.

“Which day was this again? Two years ago? Three years ago?”

The woman tilted her head slightly, looking toward the newcomer at the theater door, her smiling eyes sparkling like stars. “You should still remember, right, Zhou Miao?”

Zhou Miao: “…”

She glanced at the screen and saw her three-year-younger self pulling a child out of the fire. The flames had spread too quickly; she couldn’t return to the burning villa, so she could only hold the sole surviving child, clutching him tightly.

Her face felt hot, as if it had been scorched by the fire, but at that moment, she couldn’t care less.

As the memories from three years ago reappeared before her eyes, Zhou Miao felt the veins in her temples dancing.

She glared fiercely at the woman in the back row: “Song Yunran, what exactly did you do to Xiao Shu?!”

Everything had happened too strangely. Three years ago, she had saved a child named Xiao Shu in the Mirror Lake Villa District. This child was the only survivor of a family of three in that fire. For three years, they had been in frequent contact. The child was very polite and would take the initiative to greet her every holiday to show his gratitude for her life-saving kindness.

But, just today, that child had actually said those kinds of things.

When she heard those words, Zhou Miao was shocked—shocked and at a loss.

Chat?

Pearl Shopping Mall, 6th Floor, Universal Cinema, Theater 3.

I am Song Yunran.

After receiving those three messages in succession, Zhou Miao recalled seeing Song Yunran when she was making her entry registration at the guard booth. She understood.

“Song Yunran, you’re the one who made Xiao Shu turn into that!” Zhou Miao said indignantly.

“Like that?” Song Yunran, sitting in the back row, smiled slightly. The darkness of the theater hid most of her body, but the light reflected from the screen effectively conveyed the curiosity on her face. “What has he turned into?”

She didn’t deny at all that she had seen Xiao Shu and had done something to the child.

Zhou Miao was not a person who got angry easily; her relatives and friends all said she was easygoing, cheerful, and didn’t hold grudges. But at this moment, she was provoked—provoked by Song Yunran.

Song Yunran saw that the person at the door would not respond to her curiosity. She lowered her eyes with regret and simply said, “It seems I’ve done quite well as a ‘confidante sister.'”

“Confidante sister?”

“Ah, isn’t today the anniversary of that child’s parents’ death? I happened to pass by and chatted with this poor child who had been on the news, offering him some consolation,” Song Yunran explained.

Pass by?

Console?

Zhou Miao was furious: “You did it on purpose! You deliberately induced a child to feel resentment!”

Song Yunran stopped smiling.

She moved her finger, and the lights in the theater came on.

“Zhou Miao, do you really think so?” Song Yunran put the remote for the lights aside and asked calmly, “Do you believe I instigated that child?”

“I didn’t,” she said. “I merely guided him to say what was in his heart. He has held it in for so long; it hasn’t been easy for him.”

Zhou Miao subconsciously denied it: “Those words couldn’t be his true feelings.”

Song Yunran gave a low laugh and asked, “Really?”

That laugh was very, very soft, yet it struck Zhou Miao’s chest as heavily as a fist. It was like a devil’s whisper, tempting Zhou Miao to waver as well.

Really?

Really?

Truth or lies Zhou Miao herself became uncertain. Did that child really think of her that way?

The human heart is the hardest thing to fathom and the best thing not to question. Once shaken, it can never return to its original conviction.

Her complexion quickly turned unsightly.

At this moment, Song Yunran set that topic aside and brought up something else: “Zhou Miao, I’ve noticed you are quite fond of helping others. Do you have some kind of hero complex?”

Zhou Miao’s brow furrowed, displeased by the term “hero complex.”

“Or perhaps…” Song Yunran continued, her pace slowing, “Zhou Miao, is it that you can only avoid hating your mother who sacrificed herself to save a stranger and abandoned your young self by molding yourself into a hero and forcing yourself to understand the meaning of a hero’s existence?”

Song Yunran smiled slightly, but Zhou Miao’s expression changed instantly. Her gaze was like an arrow, shooting sharply toward Song Yunran.

Zhou Miao didn’t have a mother. Her mother had sacrificed herself to save a stranger when she was very young. At that time, everyone was praising her mother’s greatness, and only she hid her small emotions.

“I don’t want Mom to lie there coldly receiving other people’s praise. I want her to be alive, to hear her tell me stories.”

These were words she had never said to anyone else.

Song Yunran enjoyed every bit of the emotional change in Zhou Miao.

Silence stretched between the two.

As the minutes and seconds ticked away, Zhou Miao’s heart went from pounding wildly to slowly calming down. She looked up at the woman in the back row. That woman was stunningly beautiful; the lighting seemed to add a mesmerizing effect, making her look like a siren of the sea.

And she was the kind of siren who truly knew how to bewitch the human heart and manipulate human emotions.

Very dangerous.

The fact that Song Yunran could seize power in the Song family was definitely not due to having a good temper.

Thinking of this, Zhou Miao closed her eyes to speed up her composure.

Song Yunran had definitely investigated her, which was why she could reach straight into her heart. But the investigation wasn’t thorough enough, which was why she was able to escape through the gaps in the other woman’s net.

Zhou Miao did indeed do so-called good deeds because she wanted to understand her mother, but to this day, it was no longer just to understand her mother, but because she truly wanted to do them.

Casting aside the last trace of negative emotion in her heart, Zhou Miao returned to her normal self. She sneered: “Song Yunran, what are you doing? You have such a huge mess in the Song family to deal with, yet you’re suddenly paying attention to my private affairs. Could it be that you’ve fallen for me? What exactly do you want?”

Song Yunran looked at her.

She could see that her actions today had only caused limited damage to Zhou Miao, but that was her purpose.

She had originally only wanted to give Zhou Miao a warning; otherwise, she wouldn’t have acted so hastily.

She didn’t beat around the bush with Zhou Miao and said directly: “What I want is for you to stop seeing Xu Luo from now on.”

Zhou Miao: “…”

Huh?

All this grand posturing for this trivial matter?

“Pfft!” Zhou Miao laughed until she was leaning back and forth, gloating. “What is this? Song Yunran, you couldn’t have fallen for Xu Luo, could you?”

Song Yunran showed a look of confusion. Love?

Zhou Miao said: “If you don’t like her, why would you investigate me? If you don’t like her, why won’t you let me see her? Isn’t this just jealousy?”

A look of realization dawned on Song Yunran: “Ah, so you call this love?”

She stroked the armrest of her wheelchair. “Oh, so it turns out I like her.”

Zhou Miao: “…”

This was not the reaction of someone who liked another person.

“Madwoman,” she cursed under her breath. “Song Yunran, you are a madwoman.”

Song Yunran said: “You are the first one to call me that. Everyone says I am dignified and polite. Perhaps you should reflect on why you are so out of step with the crowd?”

Zhou Miao: “…”

Truly a madwoman!

Song Yunran entered the villa and saw someone lying on the living room sofa. That person was lying quite freely, exposing her belly, with one leg kicked high up onto the backrest. Her right hand hung down toward the floor, still clutching a piece of meat jerky. At this moment, a fat orange cat was sitting nearby, helping itself to a buffet from the jerky in her hand.

As soon as Song Yunran entered the house, the fat orange cat was startled and quickly fled into the yard.

Without sparing a glance for the cat, Song Yunran went straight to the sofa.

“Luo Luo?”

The sleeping person gave no reaction, her mouth slightly open, sleeping very contentedly.

Song Yunran stared at her for a while, moved slightly, and picked up a beautifully packaged box from her lap. She opened the packaging, revealing a cherry cake inside.

“I brought a cake back for you,” she said, as if reporting. After finishing, she asked again, “Want to try the flavor?”

The sleeping person naturally could not answer.

Song Yunran waited for a moment, smiled, and picked up a cherry, placing it between those slightly parted lips.

The lips were pale, and the cherry was a vivid, dripping red; the two contrasted with each other, looking a bit…

Song Yunran’s train of thought stalled for half a second.

“Mmh…”

Xu Luo woke up smelling the sweet fragrance. Before she even opened her eyes, she felt something in her mouth. She subconsciously rolled it in and chewed, biting into a mouthful of sweet and sour juice.

“Hmm?”

She spat out a green stem.

It turned out to be a cherry.

“Does it taste good?” An inquiry came from in front of her. She flicked her eyelids open and saw Song Yunran sitting not far in front of her.

Xu Luo realized she realized the cherry she was eating had been fed to her by the person in front of her.

She found it a bit hard to accept.

She was afraid it might be poisoned.

While she was wondering whether it was better to spit it out or not, Song Yunran handed the cake box to her and said, “I brought this back from a cake shop in the city center. The cakes there shouldn’t be inferior to the desserts at the Grand Imperial Hotel.”

Before the handed-over cake could be taken, Song Yunran pulled it back.

“I just saw a cat eating the meat jerky in your hand, Luo Luo. It wouldn’t be convenient since your hands aren’t washed, right?” Song Yunran gave a solution: “So how about I feed you?”

Feed her?

Xu Luo leaned her head back and rejected the proposal with earnest words: “I feel like this isn’t good.”

“What’s not good about it?”

“I’ve been an adult for so long and I’m letting you feed me…” Xu Luo said, “I feel like I’m bullying you.”

Ripples of emotion appeared in Song Yunran’s eyes: “I’ll let you bully me.”

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