I Turned Out to Be the Dead White Moonlight of the Canary - Chapter 15

Yan Sheng watched curiously as Song Shi’an didn’t say anything and even told her, “This shop allows photography. Feel free to take pictures—there are no restrictions.”

Some shops prohibit photography, mainly of their interior decor, but this one didn’t mind. In fact, it often became famous for its decorations.

Though some dismissed it as just another trendy spot, Song Shi’an genuinely liked it, and the food had always been excellent.

The owner was the head chef, and every cook hired had to undergo training before being allowed to handle orders independently.

This ensured consistent quality.

Hearing this, Yan Sheng still took out her phone.

As Song Shi’an watched her take photos, she sensed a youthful energy from Yan Sheng.

Though there wasn’t much of an age gap between them, Yan Sheng was just… different.

While snapping pictures, Yan Sheng suddenly turned her camera toward Song Shi’an, who was gazing out the window.

She quickly took a shot and, satisfied with the result, saved it to her phone without sending it to Song Shi’an.

In that photo, Song Shi’an looked softer, without her usual sharpness.

By the time Yan Sheng finished taking pictures, their food arrived.

The portions were surprisingly generous, defying Yan Sheng’s stereotype of upscale restaurants.

She had once worked as a waitress at a high-end place where the food was great but the servings were tiny.

Song Shi’an picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of sushi. “Eat. Do I need to invite you?” she said coolly when she noticed Yan Sheng hadn’t started.

Yan Sheng nodded obediently. “Mm, I know.”

The sushi tasted genuinely good—nothing like the stalls outside.

Later, rice and stir-fried dishes were served.

The spread had a fusion of Eastern and Western flavors, yet every dish was delicious.

It had been a long time since Yan Sheng indulged so freely.

Song Shi’an sipped her lemon water, watching the girl across from her glow with happiness like a cat that had just gotten a treat.

Unconsciously, her lips curved into a smile. Yan Sheng was so easy to please.

“You like it?” Song Shi’an asked casually.

Yan Sheng nodded, her eyes bright with delight.

“I love it. Thank you, sis~”

Song Shi’an didn’t understand the gratitude. “I was going to eat anyway. No need to thank me.”

With or without Yan Sheng, she would’ve had this meal.

But Yan Sheng shook her head again. “It’s different.”

To her, the fact that Song Shi’an had brought her along, with those subtle gestures of care—and without any condescension—was more than enough to make her happy.

Song Shi’an shook her head, baffled by her logic.

“Let’s go. Rest a bit before heading to the office this afternoon.” After finishing and lingering for a while, Song Shi’an wiped her hands unhurriedly, picked up her phone, and stood.

Yan Sheng hurried after her.

Today, Song Shi’an was dressed more casually, unlike the elegant qipao she wore when they first met.

Her style was relaxed now, yet she still looked effortlessly stunning, her long hair loose and exuding a lazy, carefree charm.

After getting in the car, Song Shi’an named a residential area, and the vehicle automatically drove to the underground garage.

Yan Sheng noticed it was very close—they arrived in less than ten minutes.

When they entered, she had caught sight of the community’s name.

It was the most expensive neighborhood in the city.

She followed Song Shi’an upstairs to a spacious single-floor apartment with one elevator per household.

“You’ll live here from now on. It’s a twenty-minute walk to the company, or even faster by car, though you might not get far during morning rush hour.” After entering, a robot helped bring out the shoes they needed to change into.

Yan Sheng changed her shoes and followed inside. Song Shi’an glanced at the time—it was still early.

“I’m taking a nap. I told the company we’d be there at 3 PM. If I don’t wake up, go by yourself—I’ve sent you the address.” Song Shi’an spoke indifferently before retreating to her room.

“Pick any room you like. The place is yours—use it however you want.”

With that cold remark, Song Shi’an shut the door, leaving Yan Sheng standing alone in the vast living room, slightly at a loss.

“Hello, guest! Do you need any assistance?” A domestic robot approached Yan Sheng.

The robot had a cute, youthful appearance—not hyper-realistic, but more like a stylized anime character.

Yan Sheng politely shook her head. “No need, I’ll just look around.”

“No problem! I can accompany you, give you a tour, and answer any questions you might have.” The robot’s voice was pleasant, and Yan Sheng quite liked it.

“Then, thank you.”

The entire floor was indeed massive, with dedicated gaming, work, and leisure zones.

Many small company offices probably weren’t even as big as Song Shi’an’s home.

Though spacious, the place didn’t feel empty—every area was thoughtfully zoned, making the living spaces feel lived-in.

Yan Sheng had never seen a place this large before and was curious, exploring every corner but touching nothing.

After the tour, she felt drowsy. Song Shi’an had told her to pick any room, so after some thought, Yan Sheng chose the guest room next to Song Shi’an’s.

The guest room was huge—bigger than the cramped studio she used to rent.

It had a small balcony and a full bathroom.

Once she picked the room, the domestic robot came to make the bed for her.

Curious, Yan Sheng asked, “What’s your name?”

“I’m Yaya.”

Yan Sheng: “…”

Song Shi’an was a bit… casual with names.

Robots like Yaya were already on the market, but they were first-generation models and prohibitively expensive—far beyond what most people could afford.

So they weren’t common yet.

The robots used in hotels or shopping malls weren’t as advanced as Yaya.

Yaya even brought her a set of disposable loungewear.

After changing, Yan Sheng lay down and quickly fell asleep, exhausted.

She only woke when her phone rang.

She had slept for quite a while.

After freshening up with a quick touch-up, she headed to the living room.

To her surprise, Song Shi’an was already there.

Seated on the couch, she was on the phone, seemingly discussing travel plans.

When she noticed Yan Sheng, Song Shi’an ended the call after a few words.

Seeing Yan Sheng, Song Shi’an stretched lazily. “Let’s go.”

“Sis, you’re up so early.” Yan Sheng walked over, and Song Shi’an pulled her into an embrace.

Song Shi’an didn’t quite understand why, but she found herself rather fond of holding her.

“Woken up by a phone call.”

“Are you going on a trip?” Yan Sheng asked curiously.

“Yeah, we planned to go skiing earlier.” Song Shi’an gazed at her lips—the lipstick was applied beautifully today.

“You don’t need to come along. Go to work if you want.” Song Shi’an kept her as a lover mainly to have someone accompany her during her feverish periods.

Other than that, she didn’t expect Yan Sheng to be by her side all the time. After all, Song Shi’an was used to being single and wasn’t quite accustomed to having someone around.

Besides, she sometimes enjoyed extreme sports, and Yan Sheng’s physique probably couldn’t keep up.

Hearing that she wasn’t needed, Yan Sheng felt an inexplicable pang of disappointment.

“Okay.” But she knew Song Shi’an disliked disobedience, so she obediently agreed.

After a quick tidy-up, they headed out. The commute to the company was indeed short.

The company wasn’t located in an office building but in a small standalone structure.

The area used to be an old, dilapidated building. On a whim, Song Shi’an bought it, and Zhu Yuandong helped redesign and rebuild it.

Before starting the company, she hadn’t known what to do with the space, so it sat idle. Its unique design eventually made it a local hotspot for photos.

Later, when she founded the company, she decided to set up the office there.

The spacious layout was perfect for shooting.

It even had a small photography studio.

For a short video company, it was more than sufficient.

As soon as they entered, the receptionist greeted Song Shi’an respectfully, “President Song, you’re here.”

The receptionist was surprised to see Song Shi’an today—and even more so when she noticed Song Shi’an holding Yan Sheng’s hand.

“Is Manager Zhao in the office?” Song Shi’an asked casually.

“Yes, Manager Zhao is waiting for you.”

“Good.”

Song Shi’an led Yan Sheng straight to the third-floor office.

Everyone else was whispering about the relationship between Yan Sheng and Song Shi’an.

Even Manager Zhao was curious.

After introducing Yan Sheng and stating their purpose, Manager Zhao had someone take Yan Sheng to complete her onboarding.

As Yan Sheng reached the door, she overheard Manager Zhao ask Song Shi’an, “You’re this invested? Seems like you really like her.”

“Not really. She’s just very obedient.”

Yan Sheng lowered her eyes, suppressing the faint ache in her heart.

Song Shi’an treated her well, but there was always a cold detachment.