Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Spouse of the Disabled Beauty - Chapter 6

“Naughty?”

She certainly wasn’t going to accept that description!

Xu Luo snapped out of her momentary trance, her sense of self-preservation kicking in. She slightly increased the distance between herself and the “dangerous object” in front of her.

“I didn’t put that basin there!” she defended herself. “Song Yunran, believe me. I’m not a child; I wouldn’t play a prank like that.”

Song Yunran smiled brightly and said, “Yesterday, from my room on the third floor, I saw Luo Luo arguing with a cat in the courtyard.”

“Uh…” Xu Luo thought that incident was a secret known only to God, the earth, and herself.

It was a bit embarrassing.

But what did that have to do with the situation they were facing now?

“Therefore, my Luo Luo is just a cute little baby,” Song Yunran said, linking the two events with a single sentence.

Though the words sounded sweet, she was effectively convicting Xu Luo, assuming the basin was her doing.

Xu Luo understood the implication; she was being framed!

She suddenly looked toward the ventilation opening at the end of the hallway.

“What are you looking at, Luo Luo?” Song Yunran followed her gaze but saw nothing.

Xu Luo said indignantly, “Checking to see if it’s snowing!”

The injustice she was suffering was so great that if it didn’t snow in midsummer, it would be a disservice to her grievance! (Note: A reference to the Chinese play The Injustice to Dou E, where snow falls in the sixth month to prove innocence.)

Song Yunran: “…”

“Pfft!”

Song Yunran actually laughed. This was different from the standard, fake smile she usually wore; in this instant, she was genuinely amused by Xu Luo. Realizing this, her body stiffened, and the expression on her face cooled by several degrees.

“It’s a bit chilly. I’m going in to change my clothes,” she said suddenly. “Luo Luo, you should go wash up and change too, so you don’t catch a cold.”

Her words were still considerate, but upon careful listening, her tone was slightly faster and carried a hint of forceful authority that brooked no refusal.

With that, she entered the room and closed the door.

The moment she stepped inside, Song Yunran wiped the last traces of her smile completely from her face. Her expression turned grim, and she slowly rubbed the armrest of her wheelchair with her right finger.

She didn’t call anyone to clean up the water in the room, nor did she find dry clothes for herself. Instead, she stopped in the middle of the room and remained motionless.

After a long time, she drove her wheelchair forward and pulled a stack of documents from a hidden compartment in a drawer equipped with a mechanism.

They were Xu Luo’s records, containing a collection of seemingly unimportant, trivial information. To destroy someone, rather than using grand gestures, the trivialities of daily life often provided more unexpected inspiration.

Xu Luo had to die.

Song Yunran had decided this the first time she saw contempt in Xu Luo’s eyes.

She flipped through the documents. Over the past week, she had looked at this person’s files with unusual frequency. Clearly, there were many others she needed to deal with, and this minor character shouldn’t have been at the top of the list. Yet, a voice in her heart urged her to be faster to resolve this person as quickly as possible.

Song Yunran was never an impatient person; she was better at endurance than anyone. But facing Xu Luo, she felt a sense of urgency, as if she didn’t eliminate this person soon, the other would… would pierce through her armor and crush her instead.

Song Yunran gripped the documents tightly.

Outside, Xu Luo stared at the closed door and bit her nails.

What kind of rhythm was this? Was she being framed and then denied the right to appeal?

Xu Luo’s eyes widened as a belated sense of grievance washed over her. She touched her neck, feeling the scythe of the Grim Reaper moving a bit closer.

Furious at being made a scapegoat, Xu Luo stormed back to the living room, grabbed her phone, and blacklisted all her “lackeys” numbers one through four. She would never go near any of the original host’s cronies again what bad luck!

In reality, Xu Luo wasn’t actually taking the fall this time. Song Yunran had surveillance installed in her room. She had discovered someone tampering with her room while she was at the company. Initially, she thought Xu Luo had conspired with outsiders, but Xu Luo’s hurried trip upstairs to ruin the trap had cleared her of suspicion.

It was precisely because she knew Xu Luo was innocent that she had quickly understood the “snow in the sixth month” allusion and laughed.

Unaware of this, Xu Luo angrily blocked the lackeys. Still feeling unsatisfied, she showered, changed, and stomped out to the courtyard to lie under the Michelia tree. The fragrance of the flowers healed her “shattered” heart, and she felt revived.

With her health bar full, she leisurely started playing games on her phone.

When a match ended, a friend request popped up with a message: [Xu Luo, why did you suddenly delete me? I haven’t told you yet I put a camera in Song Yunran’s room. She got soaked, didn’t she? Ha! A scene like that should be recorded for permanent collection! Xu Luo, remember to go retrieve the footage! Also, add me back!]

Xu Luo: “…”

She sat bolt upright, her head throbbing with rage.

She added the lackey’s new account and, with fingers flying, used every insult she had ever learned. Before the other party could reply, she blocked them again. Then, she looked sorrowfully toward the third floor.

A dark and windy night is perfect for murder and arson. Xu Luo wasn’t going to kill or burn anything; she was getting out of bed in the middle of the night for no other reason than to retrieve the recording from Song Yunran’s room.

Tomorrow was Sunday. Barring any surprises, Song Yunran wouldn’t go out, and she would likely stay in her room handling company business. That meant Xu Luo wouldn’t be able to go up and get the camera. The longer the camera stayed there, the higher the chance of it being discovered. To successfully retrieve it, a little risk was worth it.

She had to get that damned camera back. After all, “dark history” is only safe when it’s in your own hands!

Stepping out of her room in the dark and using the moonlight to guide her upstairs, Xu Luo took every step with extreme caution. The lights in the hallways of the second and third floors were voice-activated; she didn’t trigger a single one and reached Song Yunran’s door smoothly.

Squeak—

She pushed the door gently and slipped through the narrow gap.

The room was silent, with only the moonlight creeping through the window, spreading a thin layer of gold across the floor. Xu Luo looked at the bed. There was a mound under the covers; the person on the bed was sleeping soundly, unaware of the intruder.

Wasting no time, she began her search. Hard work paid off, and she found the camera on the bookshelf.

“Mmm…”

A sudden sound made Xu Luo almost drop the camera she had just secured. She instinctively looked toward the large bed by the window.

No movement. It was just sleep-talking.

Xu Luo calmed her racing heart and tucked the camera into her pocket, patting it protectively. Everything had gone smoothly so far, which made Xu Luo who had prepared plans A, B, and C feel a bit unadjusted. Without lingering in the high-risk area, she hurried to leave.

“Ugh, mmm…”

The sleep-talking sounded again, much clearer than before clear enough that the pain accompanying it was audible.

Huh?

Xu Luo, already at the door, turned back in confusion.

“Nngh…”

The sound came again, and the person on the bed rolled over. In the moonlight, that figure on the bed was… trembling?

Xu Luo: “…”

What was wrong with Song Yunran?

She looked at the door right in front of her she only needed two more steps to leave then looked back at the bed. The person there was clearly suffering. Gritting her teeth, Xu Luo turned back.

She came to the bedside; the dangerous person was right under her nose.

“Song Yunran?” she whispered, leaning closer.

Her response was a groan full of pain.

Xu Luo leaned in further to investigate. Just then, a pair of hands suddenly shot out from the bed, hooking around her neck with a speed she couldn’t dodge.

“Whoa!”

She was pulled down hard, falling onto the bed and ending up in a “human sandwich” with the person on the bed.

Feeling like her heart had jumped out of her chest, Xu Luo’s breath hitched for two seconds before she could process who she was, where she was, and what she was doing. Once she regained her senses, she quickly tried to get up.

In the process, her face accidentally brushed against Song Yunran’s.

So hot.

That was the sensation on Xu Luo’s skin.

Surprised yet not entirely shocked, she touched Song Yunran’s forehead to confirm sure enough, she had a fever. Was it because she got splashed with cold water and caught a cold?

How delicate.

Xu Luo had never caught a cold from such a trivial thing; she biasedly labeled people who did as “delicate.” She extracted herself from Song Yunran’s arms, turned on the bedside lamp, and searched the room for a first-aid kit. Finding it, she took out fever reducers and returned to the bed.

“Hey, delicate baby, get up and take your medicine,” she said, lightly patting the patient.

The patient was incoherent from the fever and gave her no response. Xu Luo curled her lip and placed the pill near the patient’s lips quite considerate of her.

Now there was a response, and a big one! The patient’s brows furrowed deeply, her lips pressed tight, and she struggled to move away, as if Xu Luo’s hand filled with the great love of humanity was the claw of a predatory beast.

Xu Luo stared, then paused as she thought of something. She looked down at the beauty on the bed, whose face was as pale as paper.

Song Yunran seemed to have been ill for a while; she was covered in sweat, strands of hair clung to her cheeks, and her face was pale yet flushed with an unhealthy feverish glow. Under the light, she possessed a messy, fragile beauty.

Song Yunran was not someone who couldn’t endure hardship; during the days she was paralyzed by Madam Song’s heavy injury, she had taken countless pills without ever complaining. Now, even though she was nearly unconscious from the fever, she still stubbornly refused to be fed medicine. There was only one explanation: she was on guard against others.

She didn’t have an environment where she could relax and trust someone. She was a pitiful person, too.

Xu Luo temporarily forgot the anti-human things this person did in the original novel. Perhaps a moment of sentimentality had numbed her brain. She recalled Song Yunran feeding her coffee.

Xu Luo was a quick learner she put the pill in her own mouth and leaned down.

“Mmm—”

Holding the person beneath her to prevent escape, Xu Luo transferred the pill.

“So bitter!” Xu Luo stuck out her tongue, shaking her head at the bitterness.

On the bed, Song Yunran’s brows remained knitted, but her pale lips had been pressed into a thin shade of red from the encounter.

Even better looking. Xu Luo judged fairly.

Having administered the medicine, Xu Luo felt she had reached the passing mark for the conscience of an ordinary citizen and could make a graceful exit. However, when she saw the patient’s sweat-soaked pajamas, she couldn’t bring herself to walk away.

I really am too kind! she thought.

“Song Yunran, you need to change your pajamas in this state. Nanny Fu is old; it’s not right to disturb an elderly person in the middle of the night. I certainly can’t do such a thing, so…” Xu Luo reasoned with the delirious person. “So, I’ll help you change. You don’t mind, right?”

Song Yunran didn’t mind. She wasn’t in a state to have an opinion.

So Xu Luo got to work. She stripped Song Yunran’s top in a few motions. As a woman herself, she didn’t feel anything special, though she did take a moment to mentally compare their figures.

Taking off the top went smoothly, but when it came to the pants, Song Yunran suddenly grabbed her hand. The grip was extremely tight, as if she were using all her strength to desperately protect herself from being violated.

Xu Luo: “…”

She naturally understood why Song Yunran was doing this.

“Feverish as you are, and you’re still worried about this and that…” she grumbled quietly.

Despite her words, she didn’t use force to strip her. Instead, she turned around and switched off the bedside lamp. The room instantly fell into darkness.

“Song Yunran, I can’t see anything now.” She poked the person on the bed and waited for a reaction.

As if she had heard the words, the sick Song Yunran visibly relaxed and stopped resisting.

Xu Luo clicked her tongue and changed the other woman’s pants in the dark. This was not easy. There’s a reason humans have eyes; without them, everything takes twice the effort. After several mistakes and touching goodness knows where, Xu Luo finally got the pants on.

She didn’t even know if they were on backward…

“I really am a modern-day ‘Red Scarf’ (Good Samaritan)!” She wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and exhaled deeply.

The motto of the Red Scarf is to burn oneself to serve others. Xu Luo felt she had burned enough; if she didn’t leave now, she’d be ashes. She hurried to depart.

But just as she moved to leave, she was hooked again by the hands that had trapped her before. She was pulled down onto the bed.

History repeated itself.

Xu Luo: “…”

“This… this won’t do!” Xu Luo’s inner actress emerged. “Let me go, I’m going to be drained dry!”

The beauty on the bed frowned, annoyed by the noise. She rolled over to press against Xu Luo and buried her head in Xu Luo’s neck.

Xu Luo felt like her throat was constricted; she couldn’t make a sound. The body pressing against her was as hot as a furnace. Dealing with a frail patient, Xu Luo’s patience and tolerance were pushed to their peak. Through this, she realized she probably had some sort of “pity for the weak” condition.

In the end, she didn’t push the little furnace away.

She remembered a plot point from the book. It described how Song Yunran lived with her mother when she was a child. The two were homeless in the dead of winter. It started to snow, and her mother held little Song Yunran tightly in her arms, not letting a single snowflake land on her.

Song Yunran later mentioned in her memories that it was the most beautiful snow she had ever seen in her life.

“Song Yunran—”

In the darkness, Xu Luo wrapped her arms around the other’s waist and squeezed. Their posture was already intimate; now they were inseparable. Moonlight stole in, enveloping the two figures and adding a touch of beauty to the scene.

Xu Luo sniffed the hair of the person in her arms and spoke in a voice as gentle as the moonlight—

“How about you call me ‘Mom’?”

As the words left her mouth, she felt a chill on her neck.

Hiss, is the air conditioning in this room set too low?

At 4:00 AM, Song Yunran’s fever broke. Xu Luo woke up groggily, checked the other’s temperature, and after getting a safe reading, yawned and climbed out of bed.

She walked out of the room with a hunched back. At the door, she looked back. On the large bed, Song Yunran looked quite lonely lying there like a thin sliver.

She walked back and tucked Song Yunran’s favorite rabbit into her arms.

Xu Luo left.

She didn’t know that the moment she walked out, the person on the bed slowly opened her eyes.

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