I Turned Out to Be the Dead White Moonlight of the Canary - Chapter 6

Song Shi’an: Not alone.

When Xun Yanru saw this message from her niece, she immediately perked up, the previously lazy posture in her office chair completely gone.

Had the sun risen from the west? Her niece, who had always refused to get close to omegas, was actually willing to spend her heat cycle with someone?

Auntie: Has that stone head of yours finally opened up?

Lover? Girlfriend?

Male or female? What do they look like?

Xun Yanru was genuinely curious. Despite Song Shi’an’s usual carefree demeanor, she always had sharp-tongued excuses whenever someone tried to introduce her to an omega.

Over time, people in their circle stopped making introductions—no one wanted to endure her biting remarks.

Even those who secretly admired her didn’t dare confess. While her family background and looks were undeniably attractive, few could stomach her sarcasm.

Xun Yanru had even thought it wouldn’t be surprising if Song Shi’an one day got jumped and beaten in a sack for that mouth of hers.

But now, Song Shi’an was telling her she hadn’t spent her heat alone. How could she not be shocked?

[Just keeping for fun.]

Seeing Xun Yanru’s barrage of questions, Song Shi’an replied bluntly.

To her, Yan Sheng was merely an object of interest right now. Though she felt some fondness, she was well aware it was no different from the affection one might have for a pet.

I’m telling your mom you’ve taken up keeping lovers.

Xun Yanru acted as if she’d uncovered some earth-shattering gossip.

Song Shi’an sent her a “get lost” sticker in response.

Just then, the delivery robot arrived outside. Yan Sheng went to open the door, and the robot politely entered, even setting up their plates for them.

“Please enjoy your meal, honored guests. This humble one takes its leave.” The robot’s programmed speech was oddly charming.

“Alright, take care,” Yan Sheng couldn’t help but reply politely.

“No, I’ll leave quickly!” The little robot proudly lifted its nonexistent neck.

Yan Sheng watched as it backed out arrogantly, accidentally bumping into itself, then making a crying face at her.

It was so absurdly cute that Yan Sheng burst out laughing.

“Even if you’re leaving quickly, do it properly,” Yan Sheng teased.

“Got it, got it!” It even waved at her before leaving.

Hearing the commotion, Song Shi’an emerged from the bedroom just in time to see Yan Sheng closing the door with a bright smile.

Song Shi’an eyed her. “How childish—getting so much joy from a robot?”

“It’s adorable! There’s something hilariously cocky about it.” Yan Sheng’s eyes sparkled as she saw Song Shi’an sit down, then obediently took her place beside her.

Song Shi’an glanced at the dishes—mostly her favorites—but didn’t dwell on it. She was long accustomed to being catered to.

They ate together. Having just weathered a wave of heat that morning, Yan Sheng was enjoying a rare moment of clarity.

But neither of them knew how long this lucidity would last.

Heat cycles during differentiation couldn’t be suppressed with inhibitors—doing so would cause severe side effects.

Generally, the differentiation of secondary genders occurs between the ages of 18 and 20, marking adulthood, so some people choose to have companions during this period.

Song Shi’an idly turned on the game console in the living room, then glanced at Yan Sheng and asked, “Do you know how to play?”

Yan Sheng shook her head after a moment’s thought. “Sorry, sis, I don’t.”

As an orphan, she’d never had the chance to play such games.

“No worries, give it a try.” Song Shi’an picked out a two-player game and handed one controller to Yan Sheng.

Clutching the controller, Yan Sheng looked lost. Noticing her confusion, Song Shi’an patiently explained the button layout.

But when it came to actually playing, she was still clumsy—remembering the controls and executing them were two entirely different things.

Strangely, Song Shi’an didn’t get annoyed. There was something oddly endearing about Yan Sheng’s fumbling.

What made it cute was that Yan Sheng wasn’t the type who couldn’t learn—she remembered what Song Shi’an taught and picked it up after a few tries.

Still, beginners always had their own charming quirks.

Normally, Song Shi’an was quick to lose her temper while gaming, especially if her teammates were bad and refused to listen.

But the girl beside her, though inexperienced, was obedient.

After an hour of playing together, Yan Sheng gradually got the hang of it.

Their coordination brought a unique kind of fun.

Then Song Shi’an caught the scent of mint pheromones again.

Turning, she saw Yan Sheng’s face flushed deep red, her gaze hazy like she was drunk.

Song Shi’an set down her controller and lifted a strand of Yan Sheng’s hair, revealing the swollen, red gland on her nape—even her neck was damp with sweat.

She’d clearly been holding back for a long time, to the point her pheromones had condensed into glistening droplets.

With a teasing touch, Song Shi’an brushed her fingers over the gland. “Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me you were suffering this much?”

The moment she touched it, Yan Sheng melted into her arms like liquid. “Mmm… you were playing…”

Song Shi’an had been engrossed, and Yan Sheng hadn’t wanted to interrupt.

A soft chuckle escaped Song Shi’an. “How about sitting on my lap yourself?”

Yan Sheng burned with embarrassment, yet the waves of heat tormenting her body left her no choice.

Her nape wasn’t the only place damp with sweat.

Biting her lower lip, shame kept her from moving.

Song Shi’an didn’t rush her, leisurely loosening Yan Sheng’s robe instead.

Then she nipped lightly at her neck. “Don’t want to?”

Her own breathing had grown heavy, and Yan Sheng’s last thread of restraint snapped.

Obediently, she climbed onto Song Shi’an’s lap, arms wrapping around her neck.

The following days passed in a haze of fleeting clarity and indulgence.

Several times, Yan Sheng found herself staring at Song Shi’an’s gland, the urge to bite nearly overwhelming—but Song Shi’an forbade it, and she didn’t dare. Instead, she endured her instincts, letting Song Shi’an toy with her as she pleased.

Her obedience pleased Song Shi’an immensely. Had Yan Sheng been any less compliant, Song Shi’an would never have patiently guided her through her differentiation period.

Once it ended, Song Shi’an handed her a contract.

“Have you thought it through?” This was the arrangement they’d discussed on the first day—whether Yan Sheng would agree to be her lover.

Yan Sheng looked at the contract before her, picked up the pen beside her without hesitation, signed her name, and pressed her thumbprint.

Song Shi’an lifted her chin with satisfaction and kissed her lips: “Good girl.”

“Remember to send me your bank account details later.”

The contract stated a monthly allowance of 300,000 yuan, and Song Shi’an wasn’t one to break promises.

Yan Sheng lightly bit her lip, hesitating for a long moment before nodding: “Okay, sister.”

Song Shi’an raised an eyebrow: “Is 300,000 too little?”

Yan Sheng quickly shook her head. It wasn’t that she thought it was too little—it was that she felt it was too much. The moment she signed, she realized she had completely fallen into depravity.

“No, no.”

Song Shi’an studied her flustered expression, sensing no deceit: “Then what is it? I won’t interfere with your work. Just be there when I need you. Of course, if you’d prefer an employment contract with a salary transfer, that’s fine too. Social insurance and housing fund included—I don’t mind.”

She was just recalling some online jokes about how being a kept lover didn’t come with benefits.

Yan Sheng’s lips parted slightly: “Huh?”

She hadn’t considered any of this.

Song Shi’an chuckled softly: “So if you want it, it’s possible.”

“You wrote scripts for short dramas before, right? Like a part-time screenwriter during college?” Song Shi’an casually asked, recalling the details from her file.

“Yeah, I did some freelance work because the pay was better.” Yan Sheng watched her uneasily, unsure why she was asking.

“If you need work, you could join my company. Though right now, we only focus on short videos—short dramas. You could write scripts for them.” Song Shi’an suggested.

Mostly, it was for her own convenience—having Yan Sheng at her company meant she could summon her anytime.

Wait, the villainess is being this nice? Nineteen suddenly piped up again.

I told you, sister isn’t a villain. Yan Sheng immediately retorted in her mind.

You’re just bewitched by her beauty. Pathetic.

“If possible, I’d like that.” Yan Sheng’s clear eyes met Song Shi’an’s. She truly was willing—writing scripts for short dramas was better than scraping by on odd jobs.

“Alright, I’ll take you to get onboarded tomorrow.” Song Shi’an stretched lazily, her gaze shifting to her phone as a new message popped up.

Zhu Yuandong asked if she was coming to her estate tonight. Song Shi’an thought about her new pet—she hadn’t taken her out yet.

[I’ll be there.]

She replied succinctly before turning back to the girl beside her, still wrapped in a bathrobe. Her old clothes had long been discarded.

Song Shi’an messaged her personal assistant to send over an outfit.

A robot delivered the clothes, which Yan Sheng retrieved herself.

“Open it and change. You’re coming with me later.” Song Shi’an lounged on the sofa, playing a game as she spoke.

Yan Sheng unfolded the dress—an exquisitely crafted gown.

The pea-green dress had no excessive embellishments, but its fine craftsmanship and simple design exuded an air of luxury, unmistakably expensive at first glance.

“Sister… this is… too extravagant.” Yan Sheng had never worn anything so lavish before, and she froze in apprehension.

Song Shi’an scoffed lightly, “These are just some dust-covered clothes from my wardrobe that I don’t particularly like. They seemed suitable for you, so I had them sent over. If you don’t like them, just throw them away—though that would mean you’d have to find your own clothes again.”

Facing Song Shi’an’s somewhat teasing gaze, Yan Sheng had no choice but to take the clothes and change in the bathroom.

The dress had a slit that reached just above the knee, revealing a glimpse of Yan Sheng’s fair, slender legs when she wore it.

Gentle yet alluring.

The girl stood timidly before Song Shi’an, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes brimming with anticipation, as if waiting for his opinion.

The pale blue color accentuated her delicate features, and as Song Shi’an looked at her, he felt once again that he hadn’t misjudged her.

“Do you know how to do makeup?”

Yan Sheng nodded immediately. “Yes.”

She had worked part-time as a makeup artist during her school days.

“Come here, then. Do my makeup.” It wasn’t that Song Shi’an couldn’t do it himself—he was just lazy.

Relieved to have something to do, Yan Sheng relaxed noticeably.