I Turned Out to Be the Dead White Moonlight of the Canary - Chapter 23

Three days later, Song Shi’an’s fever had completely subsided.

Her leg still needed to be immobilized for 4-6 weeks, meaning she wouldn’t be able to live independently for at least a month.

She could either hire a caregiver or return to her parents’ place, where they would take care of her.

But Song Shi’an didn’t want to go back. Not only would her mother nag her about quitting extreme sports, but she’d also force her to drink all kinds of overly nourishing soups.

However, hiring a caregiver and staying home all day seemed rather dull.

After some thought, Song Shi’an hesitantly asked Yan Sheng, “Would you like to stay here? Screenwriters just need to meet deadlines, right? You don’t have to go to the office every day?”

Yan Sheng had prepared herself to be sent away today, but to her surprise, Song Shi’an actually asked her to stay.

Song Shi’an watched as the visibly dejected woman brightened up in an instant.

Seeing her like that, Song Shi’an couldn’t help but smile. “Hiring a caregiver means explaining a lot of things—it’s a hassle. Since you don’t need to clock in at the office every day anyway, it’s more convenient.”

“You don’t have to cook. The housekeeper will come to prepare meals. Just help me out occasionally,” Song Shi’an added bluntly, as was her habit.

“If you need extra pay, that’s fine too.” Afraid Yan Sheng might think she was exploiting her, Song Shi’an quickly tacked on the offer.

“I want to help you, Sister. No need for extra pay.” At that moment, Yan Sheng was half-kneeling beside the sofa where Song Shi’an sat, her gaze so sincere it made Song Shi’an feel awkward and a little embarrassed.

“Alright, if there’s nothing else, you can go do your own thing. I’ll message you if I need anything. Haven’t you got a script to finish?” Song Shi’an simply couldn’t handle her overly earnest demeanor.

She also worried about asking too much of her. Besides, Yan Sheng seemed to genuinely enjoy her work, and Song Shi’an would feel bad if she delayed her progress.

Better to just let Yan Sheng focus on her own tasks.

Song Shi’an had a short temper with most people, but Yan Sheng was so well-behaved that she couldn’t find fault with her.

And the way Yan Sheng looked at her—always so clear and bright—was nothing like the gaze of a kept lover. It was more like that of a lovestruck college student.

Song Shi’an truly didn’t know how to respond to her.

Dating Yan Sheng was out of the question. She wasn’t ready for a relationship and only saw Yan Sheng as obedient, like a little pet—not someone she liked that much.

Yet she couldn’t deny how thoroughly satisfied she was with Yan Sheng’s performance in bed.

After some deliberation, she decided it was best to keep things as they were: let Yan Sheng stay, interfere as little as possible, and just ensure she remained obedient.

Song Shi’an wasn’t someone with high emotional needs. She didn’t require Yan Sheng to constantly dote on her.

Besides, their interests didn’t align. Having Yan Sheng around all the time would just bore her, which was why she told her to focus on her own work.

But she hadn’t anticipated Yan Sheng misinterpreting things—especially with that troublemaker Shijiu whispering in her ear.

See? I told you she’s just using you as a tool. She beckons you over when she needs help during her heat cycle, then tells you to scram when she doesn’t.

You two aren’t even in the same social class. You don’t share any hobbies—she plays piano, games, loves outdoor sports. And you? Introverted, a homebody, not into gaming, and even when you do play, you’re all thumbs. What could you possibly talk about? Listen to me, Xiao Yansheng, you’re really not compatible.

Just treat her as a cash cow since she’s treating you like a tool. Don’t overthink it.

Shijiu’s words weren’t entirely unreasonable. Yansheng knew that deep down, but hearing them still stung.

Please stop talking.

Seeing her stubborn resistance, Shijiu shook her head: No one can save a lovesick fool.

Yansheng quietly went upstairs, opened her laptop, but found herself unable to focus.

After some thought, she carried her laptop back downstairs.

Song Shi’an was sitting on the couch, having just turned on the gaming projector in the living room. She looked surprised to see Yansheng: “Why’d you come down? Weren’t you going to work on your script?”

Yansheng asked timidly, “Can I sit here and write?”

Song Shi’an gave her a puzzled look. Didn’t writers need quiet environments? How could she concentrate with gaming noises around?

When Song Shi’an didn’t respond immediately, Yansheng assumed she was unhappy about the disturbance.

Her heart sank involuntarily.

Seeing Yansheng’s downcast eyes and uneasy expression—though unsure why she seemed so hesitant—Song Shi’an responded flatly, “Sit if you want.”

“But my gaming might get noisy,” Song Shi’an added offhandedly.

Her tone was as cool and detached as ever.

Host, she’s obviously making excuses about the noise. She just doesn’t want you here but won’t say it outright.

Pursing her lips, Yansheng sat down anyway. Regardless of what Song Shi’an thought, she’d take the lack of direct refusal as permission.

Today, Song Shi’an didn’t pick any intense combat games. Instead, she logged into the same game Yansheng had seen her play before—just doing daily quests and clearing dungeon cooldowns.

Only during raids, when the team leader was giving commands, did it get slightly loud. Otherwise, it was fairly quiet.

Strangely, just having Song Shi’an nearby seemed to help Yansheng focus on her script.

Her productivity even improved significantly.

Before starting work, she’d informed Wen Lan about working from home. At first, Wen Lan was confused.

Yansheng simply explained that Song Shi’an had a fracture and needed her assistance.

Only then did Wen Lan recall the office rumors that had circulated since Yansheng’s first day.

Of course, she couldn’t refuse if the boss needed it.

Yansheng finished a major plotline that day, carefully reviewed it, cross-checked it with the original novel to ensure no details were missed, then sent it to Wen Lan and the original author.

Since she’d already written part of it earlier, she wrapped up before lunch.

While waiting for feedback, she set aside her laptop and sat quietly beside Song Shi’an, watching her play.

Song Shi’an glanced at her: “You’re done already?”

“Yeah.” Yan Sheng nodded.

Song Shi’an chuckled: “You’re pretty quick.”

Seeing her smile, Yan Sheng thought to herself that she probably hadn’t been displeased earlier—it was just her usual aloofness.

The housekeeper had already arrived and was cooking in the kitchen. Dinner wouldn’t be ready for a while, so Song Shi’an set down the controller in her hands: “Take me to the bathroom.”

Yan Sheng lifted her onto the wheelchair and pushed her to the bathroom.

Just like before, she helped her onto the toilet.

At least Song Shi’an wasn’t wearing any complicated pants at home.

After finishing dinner preparations, the housekeeper went to tidy up other areas. Yan Sheng ate with Song Shi’an, who then said she wanted to take an afternoon nap.

Yan Sheng settled her into bed, and Song Shi’an added after a moment’s thought: “Pick any room you like. If you need anything, just let the housekeeper know.”

It suddenly occurred to her that since she spent quite a bit of time here, and Yan Sheng would likely be staying over often, it wouldn’t be appropriate for her not to have her own space.

Hearing this, Yan Sheng’s eyes dimmed slightly, but Song Shi’an happened to be looking at her phone and missed the expression.

“Big sis, you rest now. I’ll leave you to it,” Yan Sheng said, sounding a bit dejected.

But Song Shi’an wasn’t particularly observant, and even if she had noticed, she wouldn’t have paid it much mind.

After leaving, Yan Sheng still chose the room next to Song Shi’an’s, where she could even see her balcony.

The room was fully furnished, with even the bedding already laid out.

Everything in the villa was regularly cleaned and replaced, including the guest rooms, even if no one stayed in them.

So Yan Sheng didn’t really need to add anything.

From upstairs, she could see the small garden below, complete with a swing and various flowers in full bloom.

Many details suggested that Song Shi’an must live here often.

This was a city villa, not as spacious as one in the suburbs, but still quite large by comparison.

It wasn’t close to the neighborhood where Yan Sheng currently lived—they weren’t even in the same district.

But this area was more residential, unlike the office-heavy surroundings of Yan Sheng’s current place, which lacked the same tranquility.

After looking around, Yan Sheng returned to her room. Lying in bed, she found herself unable to sleep.

These past few nights, she had slept beside Song Shi’an. Though Song Shi’an hadn’t held her like before, just being near her and breathing in her scent had made it much easier to fall asleep.

Now, alone in a room devoid of Song Shi’an’s presence, exhaustion weighed on her, but sleep wouldn’t come.

After tossing and turning for a while, she got up to work on her script.

In the afternoon, after Song Shi’an woke up, she had Yan Sheng wheel her to the game room, having apparently arranged to play with someone.

Having written part of the script earlier, Yan Sheng felt less pressured in the afternoon.

She worked at the desk in the game room while Song Shi’an played on the couch, occasionally cursing under her breath.

Competitive games always brought out Song Shi’an’s temper.

Without a nap, Yan Sheng grew drowsy as she wrote, and even coffee didn’t help.

After careful consideration, Yan Sheng felt she had pretty much completed today’s planned workload. It was already 4:30 PM, and neither Wen Lan nor the original author had responded to her yet.

So Yan Sheng simply turned off her computer and walked over to Song Shi’an.

Song Shi’an was completely absorbed in her game, passionately shouting into her headset, and didn’t have time to pay attention to Yan Sheng. Yan Sheng quietly sat beside her and watched her play.

After watching for a while, she couldn’t resist the drowsiness any longer and fell asleep hugging a pillow.

In the middle of her game, Song Shi’an suddenly felt a weight on her right shoulder. Turning her head, she saw Yan Sheng’s head resting against her.

She had actually fallen asleep just like that.

Coincidentally, Song Shi’an’s match ended right then. Looking at Yan Sheng’s sleeping face, she couldn’t help but think how adorable she looked.

She poked Yan Sheng’s cheek, and the sleeping girl unconsciously murmured, “Jiejie~”

Hearing her call her name even in sleep, Song Shi’an couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss her. The young alpha was still so sweet.

With her injured leg, it was rather inconvenient, so after that kiss, Song Shi’an didn’t do anything further.

Adjusting Yan Sheng’s position slightly, Song Shi’an told her gaming friends she was quitting and logged off directly.

Her friends thought she was angry and kept sending apologetic messages.

Song Shi’an responded with a “shut up” meme.

She wasn’t really angry, but with Yan Sheng sleeping beside her, continuing to play would inevitably make her lose her temper and start cursing, which might disturb Yan Sheng.

Returning to the desktop, Song Shi’an put down the controller and glanced at Yan Sheng curled up asleep beside her, baffled as to how she could fall asleep like that.

Wasn’t she tired?

Song Shi’an didn’t know if she was tired, but she could see Yan Sheng was sleeping soundly.

Now that she couldn’t leave, and not playing games was rather boring,

Song Shi’an simply opened a city-building game and started exploring maps and constructing houses.

It was pretty dull, but there wasn’t anything better to do.

While Yan Sheng was asleep, Yan Wuyou and Zhu Yuandong said they’d come visit. This time, Song Shi’an didn’t refuse.

Staying home all day was quite boring for her. The games she played were all the same old ones, and she was tired of them. There hadn’t been any new masterpieces released recently.

Some single-player classics she considered masterpieces had been played over and over multiple times.

Originally, she found this city-building game boring too—she wasn’t into construction games. But after playing it once with Yan Sheng, it didn’t seem as dull as she’d imagined.

By the time Yan Sheng woke up, Song Shi’an’s new house was half-built. She had even discovered a new island and become its owner.

Seeing Yan Sheng awake, Song Shi’an proudly showed off her new discoveries in a tone that seemed to beg for praise.

Still groggy from sleep, Yan Sheng nodded along to everything Song Shi’an said, occasionally offering a few compliments.

Looking at her like this, Song Shi’an thought she resembled a kitten—exceptionally soft and adorable.

It wasn’t until Song Shi’an handed her the controller that Yan Sheng, holding it unconsciously, began maneuvering another character.

After wandering around the island for half an hour, she finally fully woke up.

Then she started genuinely praising Song Shi’an.

Listening to her compliments, Song Shi’an felt particularly satisfied.

They played together for quite a while longer before the housekeeper came to call them for dinner.

Yan Sheng lifted Song Shi’an and placed her in the wheelchair, then pushed her downstairs.

The two of them were always quiet during meals. Song Shi’an had been accustomed to not speaking while eating since childhood, and when Yan Sheng noticed her silence, she didn’t dare to keep talking either.

After dinner, Song Shi’an said she wanted to take a walk outside.

Yan Sheng helped her change clothes and then changed her own before pushing Song Shi’an’s wheelchair for a casual stroll around the villa area.

The residential complex had a fairly large activity zone with complete sports facilities.

Surprisingly, quite a few people were out and about in the evening.

Yan Sheng pushed Song Shi’an along the lakeside, enjoying the leisurely atmosphere.

Although Song Shi’an couldn’t walk, as someone who wasn’t particularly homebound, she found comfort in getting some fresh air.

Yan Sheng, on the other hand, couldn’t quite understand this—if there was nothing to do, she could happily stay indoors indefinitely.

Many residents in the villa area were quite familiar with Song Shi’an, which wasn’t surprising since everyone living here was either wealthy or influential.

They essentially moved in the same social circles.

Most people simply greeted Song Shi’an and asked about her injury.

Song Shi’an would offer brief explanations before moving on.

After about half an hour of walking, Song Shi’an suggested heading back, and Yan Sheng turned the wheelchair around.

“Sis, which way do we go?” Yan Sheng had always been a bit directionally challenged. Even finding her way to Song Shi’an’s place had taken her several days of wandering around when she first arrived.

It had taken nearly two weeks before she became familiar with the route.

“You don’t remember after just this short distance?” Song Shi’an found it rather unbelievable.

Yan Sheng nodded sheepishly, “Yeah…”

“I’m sorry.”

Song Shi’an was merely surprised, not actually blaming her.

“I’m not scolding you, just surprised,” Song Shi’an explained casually. “And stop apologizing all the time.”

“Okay.”

Yan Sheng detected a hint of care beneath her stiff tone and immediately brightened.

“Thank you, sis.”

Song Shi’an thought this was unnecessary—what was there to thank her for?

Under Song Shi’an’s guidance, Yan Sheng started back.

They walked along the pedestrian path where few people were around, and Song Shi’an didn’t run into any more acquaintances.

The gentle breeze created a peaceful, timeless atmosphere.

Yan Sheng loved this feeling.

As they walked, a sports car suddenly pulled up beside them, its convertible top down.

A strikingly beautiful woman in the car looked at Song Shi’an, “Shi’an, what happened to your leg?”

“Had some bad luck skiing—got knocked over by someone,” Song Shi’an replied, her tone less cold than usual with this woman.

The woman chuckled, “That is unfortunate.”

“Your new secretary?” The woman glanced at Yan Sheng, eyeing her with interest.

“Yeah, something like that,” Song Shi’an replied, reluctant to outright say “lover.” After all, no one would phrase it so directly.

Even among the wealthy playboy circles, such things were left unspoken, though everyone understood perfectly well.

“I’ve been away on business these days—completely swamped. Didn’t even know you were injured. I’ll drop by tomorrow, just got back and I’m exhausted,” the woman told Song Shi’an.

“Sure,” Song Shi’an nodded slightly. “Yuan Dong and Wu You are coming over tomorrow too.”

“What a coincidence.”

“Gotta run now, bye.” With that, the woman drove off.

Yan Sheng didn’t ask anything and simply continued pushing Song Shi’an home.

Back at the house, Song Shi’an stretched lazily, “Thanks for the trouble.”

Yan Sheng shook her head, “No trouble at all.”

Once inside, Song Shi’an took her medicine and rested for a while. As had become routine over the past few days, Yan Sheng helped her bathe.

After his shower, there was still plenty of time left, so Song Shi’an decided to kill some time by playing games again.

However, after just half an hour of gaming with Yan Sheng, the original author of the short drama she was adapting replied to her message.

The response came as a voice message, and the sender sounded particularly excited.

Yan Sheng had intended to listen to it privately through the earpiece.

But the volume was turned up too loud.

The moment she tapped play, the word “baby” seemed to echo throughout the room.

Though it was a slight exaggeration, Song Shi’an definitely heard it.

He even glanced over casually without thinking.

Yan Sheng was instantly mortified.