I Turned Out to Be the Dead White Moonlight of the Canary - Chapter 7

Yan Sheng’s makeup skills were excellent, and Song Shi’an’s features were easy to work with—naturally deep and attractive, requiring only slight embellishment to look stunning.

While applying makeup for Song Shi’an, Yan Sheng found the process incredibly smooth and finished quickly. She even picked out a few lipsticks that would complement the black off-shoulder gown Song Shi’an was wearing today.

After comparing the recommendations, Song Shi’an selected one.

Yan Sheng carefully applied it for her.

Once done, Song Shi’an examined herself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

“Very nice.”

Only then did Yan Sheng’s tense expression relax, breaking into an easy smile. “Sister is naturally beautiful—anything would look good on you.”

Song Shi’an hooked a finger under her chin and chuckled lightly. “So good at flattery? Seems like you do this often?”

Yan Sheng quickly shook her head. “No, I mean it.”

She did compliment people frequently—working part-time jobs meant sweet-talking made things easier—but praising others and praising Song Shi’an were entirely different.

Song Shi’an laughed softly. “Alright, just teasing you. Hurry up and get yourself ready.”

Yan Sheng obediently sat down beside her.

Song Shi’an lazily scrolled through social media on her phone.

She casually took a selfie and posted it online—she really was pleased with today’s makeup.

Song Shi’an had registered an account to share snippets of her daily life out of boredom. It all started when she once came across a post by a wealthy second-generation heir who had shared a photo of a hotel.

Someone commented that the hotel belonged to the poster.

Song Shi’an stared at the photo for a while before replying: “Funny, I didn’t know my family’s hotel changed ownership.”

The poster’s fans immediately swarmed her with insults.

Originally, Song Shi’an had only intended to retaliate, but the marketing manager of one of her subsidiary companies seemed to sense a business opportunity.

Not only did they have her post the operating license to prove ownership, but they also publicly revealed her identity as the company’s owner online—though without disclosing her as Song Shi’an, since the hotel was registered under her aunt’s name.

The Xun family’s empire was vast, spanning numerous industries beyond her mother’s focus on smart manufacturing. The hotel sector fell under her aunt’s management.

Even the most resourceful netizens couldn’t uncover Song Shi’an’s true identity, only knowing she was a well-connected heiress.

As for that short video company—though she had funded its creation, Song Shi’an had barely visited twice.

She’d stumbled upon a content creator she liked while idly browsing videos, but the creator had low visibility and little support from their agency.

Later, when the creator clashed with their company and faced exorbitant breach penalties, Song Shi’an—on a whim—formed a new company and poached them overnight.

Paying compensation was out of the question. Song Shi’an hired lawyers instead, ensuring the other party was bankrupted by the lawsuit.

The company remained largely untouched afterward, yet surprisingly thrived, becoming a leader in the short video industry within three years.

Song Shi’an rarely interfered, and since the company wasn’t under the group’s umbrella, neither the Song nor Xun families bothered with it.

But ever since then, Song Shi’an had been relentlessly pursued by the marketing manager to manage her social media account.

“Managing” essentially just meant occasionally posting snapshots of her daily life.

Song Shi’an initially didn’t want to agree, but the marketing manager happened to be her former senior from university, and they had a decent relationship. If she refused, the woman would just keep pestering her.

In the end, Song Shi’an had no choice but to comply.

The moment her photos were posted, they immediately garnered numerous comments.

Song Shi’an couldn’t be bothered to reply, and her fans had long grown accustomed to her aloof demeanor—only getting a response or two when she happened to be in a good mood.

Closing the social media app, Song Shi’an, for once, didn’t idle around. Instead, she picked up her tablet and began checking the stock market.

By the time Yan Sheng finished applying her makeup and turned around, she saw Song Shi’an completely absorbed in her task.

For a moment, Yan Sheng hesitated to disturb her—there was something undeniably captivating about Song Shi’an’s focused expression.

When Song Shi’an finally looked up to check if Yan Sheng was ready, her gaze immediately met Yan Sheng’s eyes, which were fixed intently on her.

The simple makeup accentuated Yan Sheng’s gentle, adorable charm, making it hard to believe she was typically the aggressive alpha type.

Song Shi’an was quite pleased with how she looked.

After placing the tablet into her handbag, she walked over to the vanity and opened the jewelry box, selecting a pair of earrings.

Bending down, Song Shi’an fastened them onto Yan Sheng’s ears, her delicate fingers brushing against the soft earlobes, causing Yan Sheng’s ears to flush red involuntarily.

Seeing the faint pink hue, Song Shi’an couldn’t help but chuckle softly. She hooked the braid she had woven earlier between her fingers, lifting the strands slightly before pressing a kiss behind Yan Sheng’s ear.

Yan Sheng’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest.

“Jiejie~” she called out nervously.

Song Shi’an playfully nipped at her ear.

“Sweetheart, your pheromones are about to spill out. That’s not very polite,” Song Shi’an teased.

Yan Sheng instantly tensed up. “Jiejie, I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to. I might still not have full control yet.”

[Idiot, she’s messing with you. There’s no pheromone leakage at all.] Shijiu’s voice suddenly chimed in.

The tiny figurine-like Shijiu reappeared on Yan Sheng’s shoulder, clicking its tongue. [Pathetic. Getting flustered like this just because an omega teased you.]

Its tone dripped with exasperation, as if scolding an underperforming student.

Yan Sheng pressed her lips together. It wasn’t like she wanted to react this way—she just couldn’t help the embarrassment.

“Alright, let’s go. Any later and we’ll hit traffic.” They had woken up at noon, and after breakfast and all the fussing, it was already past four.

Any further delay would indeed land them in rush hour.

Yan Sheng obediently stood and followed Song Shi’an out.

At the elevator, Song Shi’an glanced at her. “What, no experience being a pet for the first time?”

Yan Sheng froze for a second before awkwardly stepping forward to loop her arm through Song Shi’an’s. “S-sorry.”

She really wasn’t used to this—after all, she’d never even been in a relationship before, and the whole situation felt both awkward and overwhelming.

Song Shi’an let her cling without protest.

[Pfft! Why don’t you say it’s your first time sugar-dating someone, huh? Don’t bully my little Yan Sheng!] Shijiu huffed, crossing its arms.

It even mimed punching and kicking at Song Shi’an in midair.

Seeing its antics, Yan Sheng couldn’t suppress a small smile.

Thanks, Shijiu

“What are you thanking me for? I might have been wrong earlier—your dear sister probably isn’t new to this. With how smoothly she handled everything, I doubt this is her first time keeping someone.”

Shi Jiu promptly poured cold water on Yan Sheng’s enthusiasm.

Sure enough, the slight upward curve of Yan Sheng’s lips fell again, her eyes lowering with a faint trace of disappointment.

“Listen, you can’t actually fall for her. Playing along is one thing, but she’s an omega and a supporting character. Once she reunites with the female lead, Cheng Yunchang, she’ll probably fall head over heels for her again.” Shi Jiu nagged Yan Sheng relentlessly.

Yan Sheng couldn’t help but argue, “But I’ve already presented as an alpha. There’s no way I’d still like Cheng Yunchang now.”

Shi Jiu faltered—that was true. In this world, alpha-alpha or omega-omega relationships weren’t mainstream, and society hardly approved of them.

Frustrated, it scratched its head. [“Ugh, what do we do? The plot’s gone completely off the rails.”]

“Don’t overthink it. Let things unfold naturally—it can’t be worse than me dying early.” Yan Sheng tried to console it.

Shi Jiu fell silent again. “You really know how to comfort someone.”

By then, Yan Sheng had followed Song Shi’an to the parking lot.

Song Shi’an lazily settled into the backseat, summoning the autonomous driving system.

Yan Sheng obediently climbed in after her.

The flashy sports car merged into the street traffic, the two sitting side by side in awkward silence.

Yan Sheng didn’t know what to say, and Song Shi’an had never actually kept someone before, so she wasn’t sure how to make conversation either.

The car was filled with an eerie quiet as Song Shi’an idly played a game on her phone.

The vehicle was well-equipped, so Yan Sheng busied herself browsing rental listings online.

The place she lived in now was too shabby. If she was going along with Song Shi’an’s arrangement, she couldn’t keep staying in that old, dilapidated, rotting house.

Between rounds of her game, Song Shi’an glanced at Yan Sheng’s outdated phone and frowned slightly—it was clearly a budget model.

Just imagining Yan Sheng pulling out this phone in front of people like Zhu Yuandong made Song Shi’an cringe at the inevitable mockery.

Among the wealthy elite, there was an unspoken competition—whose lover was more attractive, more polished, who spoiled theirs more lavishly to flaunt their wealth and generosity.

Though Song Shi’an didn’t see the point, her pride as the young mistress of the Song family wouldn’t allow Yan Sheng to carry around such an eyesore of a phone.

In her mind now, Yan Sheng was essentially a human pet she was keeping.

After a moment’s thought, she rummaged through the car’s storage compartment and tossed Yan Sheng an unopened phone. “Change it. That one’s hideous.”

Yan Sheng blinked, staring at the device in her hands, surprised Song Shi’an had even noticed.

“Agh! Xiao Yan Sheng, she’s insulting you!”

Yan Sheng: “……”

“If this is an insult, I’ll take more.”

“No! Where’s your dignity? Your self-respect?”

Yan Sheng couldn’t understand the logic. She’d already accepted being a kept woman—wasn’t it a bit late to bring up pride now?

Expecting both easy money and respect seemed contradictory.

Besides, Song Shi’an hadn’t even insulted her, had she?

“Thank you, jiejie,” Yan Sheng ignored the system and thanked Song Shi’an sweetly instead.

Song Shi’an glanced again at the information on her phone.

“Stop looking,” she said coldly.

“Hmm?” Yan Sheng didn’t react immediately.

“The apartment—stop looking. I have two vacant ones you can move into directly. They’re close to where I live, convenient for whenever I need you,” Song Shi’an declared matter-of-factly.

Yan Sheng paused, lightly biting her lip in hesitation before leaning in to kiss Song Shi’an’s lips.

“You’re so good to me, sis.”

Her repeated use of “sis” still pleased Song Shi’an greatly.