I Turned Out to Be the Dead White Moonlight of the Canary - Chapter 29

As usual, Yan Sheng helped Song Shi’an clean up. Song Shi’an said she didn’t feel like going out today—she was tired and wanted to sleep for a while.

 

The obedient canary naturally accompanied her patron to bed.

 

When Song Shi’an woke up, Yan Sheng was still asleep. She always seemed to sleep so soundly.

 

The phone on the bedside table kept lighting up, as if someone was constantly sending her messages.

 

Song Shi’an merely flipped the phone over without checking the messages.

 

Then she picked up her own phone and saw a message from Yan Wuyou.

 

It wasn’t anything particularly important—just an invitation to a horse race in a couple of days.

 

Song Shi’an thought it had indeed been a while since she’d gone out, so she agreed.

 

She usually enjoyed watching horse races or other competitive events in her free time.

 

Yan Wuyou occasionally attended these events too and often invited Song Shi’an along.

 

After all, Song Shi’an and Zhu Yuandong knew a bit more about horse racing than she did.

 

After chatting casually for a while, Yan Wuyou offhandedly asked: Where’s your little Sheng Sheng?

 

She sometimes teased Song Shi’an like this, and Song Shi’an never denied it.

 

[Sleeping,] Song Shi’an replied bluntly.

 

[Oh, no wonder she didn’t reply when I asked if she wanted to watch the fireworks show tomorrow night,] Yan Wuyou remarked casually.

 

Reading that, Song Shi’an felt an odd twinge in her chest.

 

Why invite her but not me? Song Shi’an joked half-heartedly.

 

Song Shi’an, since when have you been so sensitive? Since when do you care about such artsy things? I was thinking of inviting Sheng Sheng to an art exhibition too. Jealous?

 

Yan Wuyou couldn’t help but laugh at Song Shi’an’s message.

 

Song Shi’an replied with a cold expression and a “get lost” emoji: [If you take her away, won’t I be bored at home alone?]

 

[Just play video games by yourself,] Yan Wuyou continued to tease her.

 

Song Shi’an had no comeback and sent a string of ellipses.

 

[Fine, just go together. It’s not like little Yan Sheng would go with me alone if you didn’t come.]

 

Yan Wuyou sent another voice message: “For the record, I’m not interested in your little Yan Sheng. While I don’t mind OO relationships, she’s really not my type. I just wanted her advice—you know who I like.”

 

“Look at you, all sour.”

 

Song Shi’an responded with a string of question marks.

 

When was I sour?

 

This counts?

 

Yan Wuyou couldn’t be bothered to argue. Whether she was jealous or not, Song Shi’an knew the truth herself.

 

“The fireworks show is tomorrow night. I booked a private booth with the best view, right across from the lake island. I’ll send you the address later.” Yan Wuyou’s voice message dripped with disdain for Song Shi’an.

 

Who kept a lover the way Song Shi’an did?

 

But as for whether Song Shi’an truly cared—Yan Wuyou wasn’t so sure.

 

It really did seem like she was just keeping a pet.

 

Normally, Yan Wuyou wouldn’t care, but now that she and Yan Sheng were somewhat friends, she could see Yan Sheng’s feelings clearly. It was hard not to sigh for her.

 

Having grown up with Song Shi’an, Yan Wuyou knew exactly what kind of person she was.

 

Yan Sheng woke up groggily to find Song Shi’an already gone from the room. Annoyed at herself for sleeping so soundly, she quickly got up and checked her phone—Yan Wuyou had sent her several messages.

 

After reading them, she hurried out of the room.

 

She found Song Shi’an already downstairs by herself.

 

Yan Sheng went down and approached her, whispering, “Sister, why did you get up on your own?”

 

“Just testing the results of my training. Not bad,” Song Shi’an replied casually.

 

Though Yan Sheng’s care was comforting, she still wanted to try moving around independently.

 

“I thought you were mad at me,” Yan Sheng murmured, leaning against her.

 

Song Shi’an pinched her cheek lightly. “Why would I be mad at you?”

 

Yan Sheng blinked innocently and shook her head. “I don’t know.”

 

“Then why do you keep overthinking things?” Song Shi’an poked her teasingly.

 

Yan Sheng nodded obediently. “It’s my fault for overthinking. Please don’t be angry, sister.”

 

“Mhm.” Song Shi’an responded indifferently, not mentioning Yan Wuyou’s invitation.

 

“Sister, Wuyou-jie asked if I want to watch the fireworks show tomorrow night. Do you want to go?” Yan Sheng, just as Yan Wuyou had predicted, brought it up herself.

 

“Do you want to go?” Song Shi’an countered.

 

Yan Sheng seemed surprised by the question.

 

“Don’t worry about me. Do you want to go?” Song Shi’an repeated.

 

Yan Sheng nodded eagerly. “I do. Wuyou-jie said a famous pyrotechnician and her team are performing this time. I’ve seen their other shows online—they’re amazing.” She gazed at Song Shi’an hopefully.

 

“Then go if you want to,” Song Shi’an replied coolly, popping a grape into her mouth.

 

“But… what about you? Are you going?” Yan Sheng asked expectantly.

 

“If I don’t go, will you skip it too?” Song Shi’an teased.

 

Yan Sheng nodded softly. “Yes. If you don’t go, I won’t either. I don’t want to leave you alone at home.”

 

Song Shi’an chuckled. “You don’t have to accommodate me so much. I told you I won’t interfere with your normal social life.”

 

“I don’t have any special demands. Just be there for me during my heat cycles. Now that I can move around on my own, you can go back to work if you want. You don’t have to stay with me every day.”

 

It suddenly occurred to Song Shi’an that Yan Sheng, being several years younger, might find staying home all this time boring.

 

But Yan Sheng gripped her hand anxiously. “Sister, did I do something wrong?”

 

[Little Yan Sheng, isn’t it better if she lets you go?] Shijiu couldn’t understand.

 

Song Shi’an frowned. “Why would you think that?”

 

“Then why are you pushing me away?” Yan Sheng’s eyes reddened, tears welling up.

 

Song Shi’an sighed at the sight of her crying and wiped her tears with a tissue. “When did I say I was pushing you away? I just meant you’re free to do what you want. You don’t have to stay by my side all the time. As long as you follow the contract terms, I’ll transfer your monthly allowance as agreed.”

 

Yan Sheng shook her head. “I want to stay with you.”

 

Hearing her trembling voice, Song Shi’an softened. She lifted Yan Sheng’s chin and kissed her lightly. “Then stay. Why are you crying?”

 

Yan Sheng seemed overly dependent on her, to the point where Song Shi’an couldn’t understand—do all alphas become this reliant on omegas who accompany them through their differentiation phase?

 

She was aware that some alphas go through a dependency period, but it seemed to affect only a very small percentage.

 

Moreover, none of the alphas in her circle had ever experienced such a phase.

 

It looked like she’d have to take Yan Sheng for a check-up sometime, just in case. If the dependency was severe, it would need treatment.

 

After all, Song Shi’an wasn’t sure she was willing to take care of Yan Sheng for the rest of her life.

 

When the housekeeper came to call them for dinner, she happened to see Yan Sheng crying and couldn’t help but glance curiously.

 

Yan Sheng quickly wiped her tears away.

 

Today, Song Shi’an didn’t feel like going out, nor was she in the mood for gaming after dinner, so Yan Sheng suggested they binge-watch a drama together.

 

Song Shi’an didn’t object, and Yan Sheng picked a popular series with two female leads that had been trending recently.

 

She’d seen many recommendations for it on social media and wanted to give it a try.

 

The show revolved around a cultural relic restorer and a lawyer—two people who would normally have nothing in common but crossed paths due to a lawsuit.

 

The lead roles were played by two well-known actresses in the industry.

 

The plot was praised as compelling, and the acting was said to be excellent.

 

The story began with their meeting, devoid of the awkwardness and hostility typical of romantic dramas.

 

Song Shi’an rarely watched TV, but this series was surprisingly engaging, and before she knew it, they had finished three episodes.

 

Though the leads hadn’t developed strong feelings yet, the chemistry between them was warm and comforting.

 

By the time they finished the third episode, it was almost Song Shi’an’s usual bedtime. Yan Sheng asked if she wanted to head upstairs to sleep.

 

“Not tired yet. Didn’t you say the next episode has the scene where they start falling for each other?” Song Shi’an replied lazily.

 

“I think so.” Since Song Shi’an wasn’t ready for bed, Yan Sheng queued up the next episode.

 

As they watched, she peeled grapes and pomegranates, feeding them to Song Shi’an.

 

Song Shi’an hated grape skins but loved the fruit itself.

 

Yet she didn’t recall ever mentioning this to Yan Sheng.

 

Normally, the housekeeper would wash the fruit but never peel it, since peeled grapes don’t keep well.

 

But from the very beginning, Yan Sheng had always done this—though she never peeled grapes for herself.

 

During the opening theme, as Yan Sheng fed Song Shi’an a grape, Song Shi’an suddenly nipped at her fingertip.

 

Yan Sheng froze, her cheeks flushing.

 

“Jiejie…”

 

“Hmm.” Song Shi’an ate the grape and pulled her into an embrace.

 

“I don’t remember telling you I like grapes, or that I insist on them being peeled,” Song Shi’an murmured.

 

Yan Sheng’s heart raced.

 

Song Shi’an scratched her chin lightly. “Was our meeting really a coincidence, Xiao Yan Sheng?”

 

“And was it really just luck that you happened to be entering differentiation without any prior signs? I thought there were usually some symptoms beforehand.”

 

Hearing this, Yan Sheng panicked.

 

She shook her head frantically and clung to Song Shi’an. “Jiejie, I didn’t—”

 

“Didn’t what?” Song Shi’an pressed.

 

“I didn’t investigate you, and I really didn’t approach you on purpose.” She sounded on the verge of tears again.

 

But Song Shi’an remained silent, her gaze cool and assessing.

 

“Jiejie, please believe me. I really didn’t.” Yan Sheng was desperate—she couldn’t bear the thought of Song Shi’an misunderstanding her.

 

Song Shi’an couldn’t help but sigh as she watched her cry anxiously, “Crying over this too? Are you made of water?”

 

“Not made of water, then.” Though not entirely convinced in her heart, she still couldn’t bear to see her cry.

 

“I really didn’t do it.” Yan Sheng sat up, looking at Song Shi’an with a hint of grievance.

 

Song Shi’an hooked a finger under her chin and planted a soothing kiss.

 

“Alright, it was my mistake for misunderstanding you. What compensation would you like?” Song Shi’an asked gently.

 

Yan Sheng shook her head again. “I don’t want anything. I just want you to believe me.”

 

Song Shi’an found herself puzzled once more. It seemed Yan Sheng had never asked her for anything.

 

All these days, she had been by her side, taking care of her meticulously without ever requesting anything in return.

 

Even when it came to things Song Shi’an liked, whether she herself liked them or not, Yan Sheng would diligently try to learn about them.

 

She had even trusted Song Shi’an enough to follow her lead in buying some stocks.

 

Song Shi’an could sense how hard she was trying to find more common ground between them.

 

Though she still couldn’t understand why Yan Sheng was putting in so much effort while seemingly asking for nothing in return.

 

But seeing her cry now, she couldn’t help but soften.

 

“Alright, alright, I believe you. Be good now. If your eyes get swollen from crying, how will you go out tomorrow? Don’t you still want to watch the drama?”

 

With a few more comforting words from Song Shi’an, Yan Sheng finally stopped crying.