I Turned Out to Be the Dead White Moonlight of the Canary - Chapter 8

Song Shi’an gave a slight nod. “Mm, I’ll send you the address and password later.”

Yan Sheng thanked her sweetly once more.

She quickly switched phones and transferred the data over.

By the time she finished, they still hadn’t arrived—the navigation showed another ten minutes or so.

Yan Sheng sat quietly beside Song Shi’an, watching her play a game.

It was an MMORPG that Yan Sheng wasn’t familiar with, having never played it before.

But she made a mental note to look into it when she had time later.

Song Shi’an seemed to be battling someone—Yan Sheng wasn’t sure about the gameplay, but the opponent didn’t appear to be an NPC.

The victory screen that popped up confirmed her suspicion.

Glancing at the time, Song Shi’an closed the game and lazily picked up her phone. Zhu Yuandong had been spamming her messages, urging her to hurry.

Not that Song Shi’an had bothered to check them until now.

After replying with a quick “almost there,” she set her phone down and turned to Yan Sheng. “You’re interested?”

Yan Sheng wasn’t sure if she was interested—she just found Song Shi’an’s focused expression while gaming captivating.

“I’ve never played, so I don’t know if I’d like it,” Yan Sheng answered honestly.

Song Shi’an chuckled softly. “I’ll take you through it sometime.”

“As a screenwriter, you might enjoy the storyline. It’s an old game, but the plot is decent.”

“Okay, thank you, sis.” Yan Sheng leaned in and kissed the corner of Song Shi’an’s lips.

Song Shi’an wasn’t quite used to this. She straightened up slightly. “Aren’t you worried about smudging your lipstick?”

Yan Sheng checked her reflection on her phone screen and replied earnestly, “Nope, it’s fine.”

Of course Song Shi’an knew that—she was just making conversation.

Truthfully, she wasn’t accustomed to someone casually kissing her like this. But then again, since she was the one keeping Yan Sheng, refusing such gestures would feel like a loss.

Fortunately, they had arrived at Zhu Yuandong’s estate.

“Let’s go.” Song Shi’an slipped her phone into her bag and stepped out of the car, bag in hand.

Yan Sheng followed, and the attendant at the entrance bowed slightly upon seeing Song Shi’an, offering a warm smile. “Miss Song.”

“Mm. Is your boss here yet?” Song Shi’an asked casually.

The attendant looked momentarily confused. “The boss hasn’t arrived…”

Song Shi’an: “…”

Typical. Rushing her like crazy while still being late herself.

“Never mind.” Song Shi’an handed over the car keys and strode inside.

Yan Sheng caught up and took her hand.

Song Shi’an glanced back, still unaccustomed to the gesture, but allowed Yan Sheng to hold on.

Their arms brushed against each other as Yan Sheng’s soft, delicate fingers intertwined with hers. As they walked, Song Shi’an absentmindedly squeezed Yan Sheng’s hand.

It was just so small and soft—it fascinated her.

Yan Sheng’s fingers looked slender and elegant, yet they felt plush and almost boneless in her grip.

Yan Sheng let her play with her hand, though her ears turned slightly pink with embarrassment.

But when Song Shi’an’s fingertips began tracing slow circles on her palm, Yan Sheng couldn’t help but whisper, “Sis…”

“Hmm?” Song Shi’an responded indifferently, “What is it?”

“It tickles.” Yan Sheng looked at her innocently—the way Song Shi’an was tracing circles on her palm was unbearably ticklish.

“Oh.” Song Shi’an’s reply remained as aloof as ever, though her fingers stilled.

The estate was vast, and it took them some time walking before they officially entered its grounds.

An internal shuttle arrived to take them to the guest quarters. Yan Sheng followed Song Shi’an into the vehicle.

As they passed through the estate’s scenery, Yan Sheng couldn’t help marveling inwardly.

Even Shijiu was impressed, praising the estate’s exquisite design, which took on an especially serene and timeless charm after nightfall.

As the shuttle moved deeper inside, it felt like transitioning from tranquil woodlands gradually into the human world.

The shift was so seamless that when they finally reached the bustling guest area, the high-tech architecture and designs didn’t feel jarring at all.

[This designer is truly incredible. How did they even pull this off?] Shijiu had been gushing nonstop in Yan Sheng’s mind.

“You like it?” Song Shi’an asked casually after they disembarked, having noticed Yan Sheng’s absorbed gaze throughout the ride.

Yan Sheng turned to her, her peach-blossom eyes sparkling—no words were needed to convey her delight and fondness for the place.

“Mhm!” Yan Sheng rarely responded to her with such enthusiasm.

To Song Shi’an, Yan Sheng in this moment resembled a little fox, thoroughly pleased after getting exactly what it wanted.

Warm golden light spilled over her, soft and comforting.

“Zhu Yuandong oversaw and designed this personally. If you like it, you can come stay here sometime.”

Yan Sheng gave Song Shi’an a puzzled look. She found Song Shi’an perplexing—on one hand insisting she remain only as a lover, yet displaying this odd tenderness and indulgence toward her.

What she didn’t know was that the young miss of the Song family was simply acting out of habit. Surrounded by spoiled heirs who all behaved this way, she could only mimic their patterns.

Sigh, the Zhu family is still thriving now,  Shijiu suddenly remarked.

Yan Sheng was confused: [You mean they won’t be later?]

Oh, that’s because you haven’t seen the later plot yet. What I’ve shown you is only the first part—this novel has over a million words.

Yan Sheng: “……”

How do I unlock the rest?

You can right now. You never asked, so I didn’t offer. Shijiu shrugged.

Yan Sheng was momentarily speechless.

But the synopsis didn’t mention the Zhu family going bankrupt.

The synopsis only covers the two female leads. Didn’t you notice even Song Shi’an isn’t in it?

Wait, no—she is, just labeled as the ‘vicious supporting character.’

Yan Sheng sighed inwardly. This system was truly capricious, making things up as it went.

The Zhu family eventually collapsed after Zhu Yuandong’s sister allied with the antagonist, crossed Cheng Yunchang, and caused their capital chain to rupture. Their massive conglomerate fell apart.

That’s it? Just like that? Yan Sheng struggled to imagine this flourishing Zhu family crumbling one day.

It’s a novel—don’t overthink it. Besides, real corporate wars aren’t exactly logical either. Shijiu was remarkably unfazed.

“Done looking? Let’s head up.” Song Shi’an had been waiting patiently while Yan Sheng studied the courtyard.

To be honest, Yan Sheng thought Song Shi’an had quite a good temper.

“Okay, sis.” Yan Sheng walked over and took Song Shi’an’s hand, growing increasingly comfortable with the gesture.

Song Shi’an led her inside, all the way to the lounge on the third floor.

It appeared to be a lounge specially reserved for Song Shi’an.

This was Song Shi’an’s first time here too, so she showed Yan Sheng around.

Half of this floor belonged to the suite, which consisted of three rooms—two bedrooms and a living room—with a spacious terrace outside.

The bathroom featured one-way glass walls and even had a soaking tub.

Song Shi’an was quite pleased with the suite’s design, grudgingly forgiving Zhu Yuandong for rushing her earlier.

The two stepped out onto the terrace, where a gentle breeze made the air pleasantly cool.

Song Shi’an settled onto the terrace sofa, where an assortment of teas had been prepared.

Yan Sheng obediently sat across from her as Song Shi’an brewed the tea herself and turned on the outdoor projector.

Song Shi’an took out her phone to snap some photos but wasn’t satisfied with any of them.

Yan Sheng also took a few shots and showed them to her: “Sis, how about these?”

Song Shi’an examined the photos—her image in them looked elegant and refined.

The later shots had a hazy, artistic quality she couldn’t replicate herself.

“How are you so good at this?” Song Shi’an’s opinion of Yan Sheng rose another notch as she admired the photos.

“I did some part-time work at comic conventions before, so I picked up a bit about photography,” Yan Sheng replied earnestly.

Song Shi’an studied her, then crooked a finger. Yan Sheng, puzzled, moved to sit beside her.

The moment she did, Song Shi’an wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing her into the sofa, tilting her chin up with a fingertip before surprising her with a rare, proactive kiss.

“Sweetheart, is there anything you can’t do?” Song Shi’an was genuinely curious.

Yan Sheng’s heart pounded nervously. “Not everything—there’s plenty I can’t do, like gaming. I’m not very good at that.”

Amused, Song Shi’an kissed her again. “Well, you’ll have to learn properly then.”

“Take a few more shots for me—I’ll use them for Zhu Yuandong’s promotion,” Song Shi’an said, handing her phone to Yan Sheng.

Yan Sheng obliged, snapping several more photos.

As she returned the phone, she couldn’t help asking, “Sis, you do promotions for others too?”

Song Shi’an sighed. “Not by choice. But she offered free use of this room and future visits if I helped promote it.”

Yan Sheng considered this—it was indeed tempting.

“Add me and send those photos,” Song Shi’an said, pulling up her personal QR code for Yan Sheng.

Sometimes this little fox was so oblivious—she couldn’t even take the initiative to add her patron.

Yan Sheng obediently added her and sent the photos.

Pleased with the results, Song Shi’an casually sent Yan Sheng a 10,000-yuan red packet.

Yan Sheng was flustered. “Sis, the red packet isn’t necessary.”

Busy replying to messages without looking up, Song Shi’an replied coolly, “It’s a tip. I don’t lack the money.”

The warmth in Yan Sheng’s heart faded again as she dutifully accepted the tip.

After tea, Zhu Yuandong arrived.

It was the estate’s opening day, and the guests were all Zhu Yuandong’s friends.

Song Shian led Yansheng into the gathering area where quite a few people had already arrived.

The entire space was filled with upbeat music, with people engaged in various activities—some drinking, others playing basketball or cards, all kinds of entertainment.

The moment Song Shian entered hand-in-hand with Yansheng, they immediately drew many eyes.

After all, it was rare for Song Shian to bring someone to such gatherings, especially arriving while holding hands.