I Turned Out to Be the Dead White Moonlight of the Canary - Chapter 10

After that person left, Song Shi’an glanced at Yan Sheng sitting beside her, unsure how to explain that she hadn’t actually meant it that way.

Though she was the one paying to keep Yan Sheng.

But Song Shi’an genuinely didn’t think Yan Sheng should feel honored.

After all, Yan Sheng was good-looking and met her criteria—that was why Song Shi’an had this idea in the first place.

Even though she’d stubbornly told Yan Wuyou that since she was the one supporting Yan Sheng, it was only right for Yan Sheng to please her.

But in a way, Song Shi’an felt this wasn’t much different from hiring an employee. On some level, both parties were equals—after all, an agreement could only be reached if the conditions were suitable.

If other playboy heirs heard Song Shi’an’s thoughts, they’d definitely laugh at her.

Their views were different from hers. In their eyes, lovers were just playthings.

They threw money around to find some amusement to please themselves.

Of course, even though Song Shi’an thought this way, it didn’t stop her from being unable to voice these thoughts now.

It was Yan Wuyou who approached Yan Sheng first, smiling as she said, “Sheng Sheng, want to join us?”

Yan Sheng shook her head sheepishly. “I don’t know how.”

“No worries, I’ll teach you.” Yan Wuyou was in a good mood.

She was always patient with omegas—as long as they weren’t the brainless, utterly foolish kind.

“Come on, join us. Sitting around is boring.” Yan Wuyou extended the invitation again, even reaching out to pull her up.

Yan Sheng glanced at Song Shi’an. Meeting her gaze, Song Shi’an said nothing, turning instead to pick up a bow and arrows from the rack before starting to shoot on her own.

Seeing that she wasn’t acknowledging her but also hadn’t forbidden it, Yan Sheng smiled at Yan Wuyou. “Thank you.”

Yan Wuyou tugged her up. “Ah, don’t mind her. She’s just a silent gourd—hardly says two words on a normal day.”

Yan Sheng wouldn’t hold it against Song Shi’an. She was well aware of her own position.

Song Shi’an was the benefactor—there was no reason for her to accommodate Yan Sheng in the first place.

Theirs wasn’t just a simple superior-subordinate relationship.

Yan Sheng gave Yan Wuyou a bashful smile. “I know. Big sister is actually very nice.”

Yan Wuyou wasn’t sure if she meant it, but she couldn’t be bothered to dig deeper.

She just handed Yan Sheng the lightest bow. “Want me to teach you?”

Yan Sheng politely accepted with thanks.

Yan Wuyou was surprisingly patient when teaching.

Song Shi’an continued shooting arrows by herself, occasionally glancing at Yan Sheng and Yan Wuyou.

Around Yan Wuyou, Yan Sheng seemed much more relaxed, less reserved.

She even appeared livelier overall.

Yan Wuyou guided her hands-on, showing her how to apply force and adjust her stance.

Watching Yan Wuyou about to hold Yan Sheng’s hand to demonstrate the proper feel, Song Shi’an felt an inexplicable irritation creeping up—seeing the two of them together made her feel like the outsider.

Fortunately, Yan Sheng awkwardly declined. Even if everyone thought she was an omega, she knew the truth—she wasn’t an O but an A, and she had to consciously uphold propriety.

Yan Wuyou shot Song Shi’an a teasing look. “What are you staring at? If you won’t teach her, can’t I teach my friend?”

Song Shi’an arched a brow. “You two are friends now?”

“If sharing a couple of drinks makes people friends, then why wouldn’t we count?” Yan Wuyou joked half-heartedly.

Yan Sheng chimed in shyly from the side, “Miss Yan is really nice.”

Song Shi’an inexplicably walked over to her and pressed his hand over hers, asking, “Still want to learn?”

“Yes,” Yan Sheng replied obediently.

After Yan Sheng shot her first arrow, Song Shi’an teased her a couple of times before walking away.

“Practice more,” he said, then pulled Yan Wuyou over for a competition.

Yan Sheng practiced on her own for a while.

Later, Zhu Yuandong came over, slightly drunk, and urged them to join the fun.

“What are you all doing here? Come downstairs and play!” Zhu Yuandong grabbed Song Shi’an’s arm.

Downstairs, there was a dedicated game room. As Zhu Yuandong dragged Song Shi’an along, Yan Wuyou casually took Yan Sheng’s hand.

The moment her wrist was held, Yan Sheng tensed up.

Before, casual touches from alphas or omegas never bothered her. But now, after her differentiation, even the slightest contact felt awkward and embarrassing.

Little Yan Sheng, you’re overthinking it. There’s no need to be so nervous. Alphas and omegas can still be friends. Yan Wuyou is being perfectly respectful—she’s just holding your wrist.

You’re just too tense because you’ve just differentiated. Shijiu comforted her.

Yan Sheng only murmured a soft, Mhm.

Downstairs, the private room was filled with people. Song Shi’an and Yan Wuyou followed Zhu Yuandong to their seats, while Yan Sheng instinctively sat beside Song Shi’an.

Noticing how others were casually embracing, Song Shi’an casually wrapped an arm around Yan Sheng’s waist.

Only then did Yan Sheng relax slightly, feeling the warmth of her hand resting there.

The tabletop games were nothing new—what made them fun were the playful bets among friends.

Song Shi’an sat quietly, her expression indifferent, while Yan Wuyou effortlessly mingled with everyone.

At the moment, she was leaning against Zhu Yuandong, chatting with another omega girl.

Someone poured drinks for Yan Wuyou and Song Shi’an but deliberately ignored Yan Sheng beside her.

Some still looked at Yan Sheng with mocking eyes.

The alphas’ gazes carried a teasing curiosity—wondering how long Song Shi’an, who had never kept an omega by her side, would stay interested.

Meanwhile, some omegas watched with veiled jealousy and faint disdain.

They had never had a chance with Song Shi’an, an S-rank alpha, and had consoled themselves with the thought that no one else did either.

But now, seeing an omega with nothing but a pretty face take that spot, resentment simmered.

Confused by their stares, Yan Sheng asked Shijiu why everyone was looking at her so strangely.

Shijiu explained: This is just how the omega competition works in this world. In the original story, even after you got together with Cheng Yunchang, these people still looked at you the same way.

Think of it like this—if you were a fan of a celebrity, watching her stay single for years while you adored her, only for her to suddenly announce a girlfriend one day, wouldn’t you feel crushed? Shijiu offered an analogy.

But Yan Sheng still didn’t quite get it: It’s not the same. Sister doesn’t rely on their money anyway.

But that intense affection is the same. Even unrequited love can make people lose their cool—what’s so strange about that?

Think about it—what if you pursued your goddess for ages, and she treated all her suitors the same, then suddenly one day, someone you’ve never seen before, seemingly no different from the rest of you, becomes her girlfriend? Wouldn’t you lose your cool too?

Yan Sheng thought about it and had to admit—yeah, she’d probably be a little upset.

Tsk, no idea what went wrong. Song Shi’an was pretending to be an Alpha—that wasn’t in the original story at all. Nineteen had checked everything but still couldn’t figure out the issue.

Song Shi’an glanced at the drink in front of her but didn’t take it. Instead, she lazily said to Zhu Yuandong, “Zhu Yuandong, pour two glasses.”

Zhu Yuandong was busy bickering with Yan Wuyou when she heard Song Shi’an’s order. She shot her an annoyed look. “You two just love bossing me around, huh?”

Despite her grumbling, she still poured the drinks.

“Hope you choke on it.”

Song Shi’an raised an eyebrow at her drunken state. “I think you’ll be the one choking first.”

“Ugh, whatever.”

Yan Sheng watched as Song Shi’an handed her a glass and obediently took a sip.

“Alright, are we playing or not? Deal the cards,” Zhu Yuandong snapped, pulling out a cigarette.

Yan Wuyou’s icy gaze landed on her, and Zhu Yuandong immediately tucked the cigarette away under that stare.

“Fine, no smoking. It stinks,” Zhu Yuandong declared, and no one dared to argue.

In these rich kids’ circles, friendships weren’t about equality—it was all about family status.

“Shi’an-jie, is Miss Yan playing?” The dealer, at least, had some tact and asked first.

“She is.” Song Shi’an had long lost interest in these drinking games, finding them hollow and boring.

“Jiejie…”

“I’ll teach you.” Song Shi’an took a sip of her drink before setting it down.

Once the cards were dealt, Yan Sheng picked hers up and gave them a confused look. Before she could figure them out, Song Shi’an commented, “Not bad. Good luck.”

For several rounds, Yan Sheng’s luck held, and she never had to face a penalty.

She was a quick learner, too, and soon didn’t need Song Shi’an’s guidance.

But luck doesn’t last forever. Eventually, Yan Sheng drew a terrible hand.

When it came time for her punishment, most of the group looked eager, already brainstorming ridiculous dares.

“Can you swim?” A clearly drunk male omega eyed Yan Sheng with disdain.

“No,” she answered softly.

“Perfect. There’s a pool outside—go soak for ten minutes. No changing clothes.”

Yan Sheng was wearing a dress—one that would turn sheer the moment it got wet.

This was deliberate humiliation.

Nervously, she glanced at Song Shi’an, silently asking for help.

Song Shi’an lazily flicked her lighter open, then gestured for the guy to come closer.

Surprised, he shuffled over.

“Shi’an-jie, what’s up?”

Without a word, Song Shi’an upended a bottle of alcohol over his head. “Don’t move.”

Her voice was ice. He froze, letting the liquor drench him completely.

“Alright, wasn’t there supposed to be a punishment? Why aren’t you going?” Song Shi’an was the first to stand up.

Seeing she had no objections, the group noisily followed her out.

Yan Sheng continued to gaze at Song Shi’an with pleading eyes.

Song Shi’an whispered in her ear, “Sweetheart, when playing with these people, even if I lose, I have to accept defeat.”

Yan Sheng bit her lower lip tightly and finally stepped into the pool under everyone’s watchful eyes.

After she went in, Song Shi’an crooked her finger at the male omega again.

The male omega happily approached, “Shi’an jie.”

Song Shi’an still told him not to move.

Then she flicked open a lighter and set his clothes on fire.