I Turned Out to Be the Dead White Moonlight of the Canary - Chapter 9

Many of those who had been minding their own business turned their attention to Song Shi’an and Yan Sheng.

As an S-class alpha, Song Shi’an was already eye-catching enough with her wealth and good looks.

But today, what drew attention wasn’t her, but the girl by her side.

The girl held Song Shi’an’s hand, looking somewhat nervous.

Yet her features were exceptionally delicate.

Some recognized Yan Sheng—after all, many here had frequented Zhu Yuandong’s bar.

One even whistled at her upon seeing her.

Yan Sheng pressed her lips together, embarrassment spreading through her.

She had always been uncomfortable with attention, especially when the gazes fixed on her carried hints of amusement and teasing.

Sensing her tension, Song Shi’an squeezed her hand in return and shot a cold glance at the alpha who had openly flirted with Yan Sheng.

“Got nothing better to do?”

With just that one question from Song Shi’an, the person wiped the smirk off their face and awkwardly asked, “Shi’an-jie, why are you only arriving now?”

“With a beauty in tow, of course she’d be late,” a girl in a blue tank top teased, glancing at Song Shi’an.

This one wasn’t particularly intimidated by Song Shi’an. Leaning lazily against the pool table with a cue in hand, she raised an eyebrow at her. “Shi’an, care for a game?”

Song Shi’an led Yan Sheng over. “Sure. What brings you here today?”

This was the youngest daughter of the Yan family. With two older sisters and an older brother, all alphas, their mother had desperately wanted an omega—fortunately, the last one finally was.

Though nowadays, with enough money, children didn’t need to be born the traditional way—just provide the genes.

Still, Song Shi’an couldn’t quite understand why anyone would fixate on a single gender.

Not that it mattered—she respected it regardless. After all, it wasn’t her money being spent, nor her responsibility to raise the child.

The child would grow in an incubation pod, and once ready, the parents could take them home to raise normally.

The only thing consumed in the process was the parents’ wealth.

Song Shi’an’s lack of understanding didn’t stop Yan Wuyou from being the most doted-on in the Yan family.

Yan Wuyou had called Song Shi’an over, but her gaze lingered on Yan Sheng.

“Shi’an, heard you got tricked by that Sheng family kid and went into sudden heat?”

Zhu Yuandong, the blabbermouth, had already spilled Song Shi’an’s business in their trio’s group chat.

Yan Wuyou, Song Shi’an, and Zhu Yuandong had grown up together and were always close.

During Song Shi’an’s last birthday, Yan Wuyou had been abroad attending some “dear sister’s” art exhibition and couldn’t make it back.

This time, for Zhu Yuandong’s estate opening, Zhu Yuandong had threatened her life if she didn’t return, so Yan Wuyou reluctantly left her “dear sister” behind.

“That blabbermouth Zhu Yuandong,” Song Shi’an muttered coldly, visibly uncomfortable.

Yan Wuyou laughed. “What, are you two the only sisters? Can’t tell me?”

Song Shi’an released Yan Sheng’s hand and picked up a cue. “Weren’t we playing?”

She bent down and broke without another word.

Yan Sheng watched from the side, not really understanding—this was all unfamiliar to her.

Noticing Yan Sheng’s confusion, Yan Wuyou nudged Song Shi’an. “Aren’t you going to teach her?”

Song Shi’an turned her head: “You don’t know how?”

Yan Sheng obediently nodded: “I don’t understand.”

Shijiu, who had somehow gotten her hands on some snacks again, floated in front of Yan Sheng while munching away and said, What’s so hard about this? It’s really simple.

She then proceeded to offer an explanation to Yan Sheng.

But Yan Sheng continued to gaze expectantly at Song Shi’an, who found it slightly irritating: “Go read the rules yourself. It’s not that difficult.”

“Okay.” A flicker of disappointment flashed in Yan Sheng’s eyes, but she obediently didn’t pester Song Shi’an further.

Stupid straight girl, always bullying our Sheng Sheng. If you won’t teach her, why even ask?

Little Yan Sheng, if she won’t teach you, I will. Shijiu affectionately patted Yan Sheng’s head.

Though her figurine-like body was adorable, the expression on her face was also full of warmth.

Yan Sheng felt touched. Though Shijiu was unreliable most of the time, she was still very kind to her.

Yan Wuyou, watching from the side, couldn’t help but shake her head.

“You’re going to hurt her feelings like this,” Yan Wuyou couldn’t resist saying to Song Shi’an.

Song Shi’an retorted in confusion, “I’m the one supporting her—shouldn’t she be the one trying to please me? Why should I have to cater to her emotions instead?”

Yan Wuyou was momentarily speechless. She hadn’t expected that even after Song Shi’an had triggered the girl’s differentiation period, spent her heat cycle together, and helped her through her own differentiation period, all she wanted was to keep her as a sugar baby.

But thinking about it carefully, this was exactly the kind of thing Song Shi’an would do.

She never cared about anyone’s feelings, which was why she had remained single for so many years.

Back in her student days, she had dated an older student for about a month before breaking up.

The reason? She found comforting someone too troublesome.

“Song Shi’an, you heartless jerk, now you’re copying those sleazy alphas by keeping a sugar baby,” Yan Wuyou said with exaggerated disdain.

“Oh please, as if I could ever compare to you. You date three people a year,” Song Shi’an shot back, not believing herself to be anywhere near Yan Wuyou’s level.

Yan Wuyou gave her a resentful look: “Is that my fault?”

Song Shi’an paused—well, it really wasn’t.

Yan Wuyou was great in every way except for her terrible taste in people. Every time, she would pursue someone with full enthusiasm, only to be dumped in the end.

Either that, or she would later find out the other person never actually liked her and was only after her looks and money.

She had a natural talent for attracting scumbags.

Song Shi’an and Yan Wuyou continued chatting while playing, while the others present also did their own thing.

Yan Sheng didn’t know anyone else, so she just held a drink and followed Song Shi’an around, with Shijiu kindly explaining things to her.

Luckily, Yan Sheng had good comprehension and rarely needed Shijiu to repeat herself.

After that round ended, Zhu Yuandong arrived.

She came with the estate manager and some staff members.

Song Shi’an set down her cue: “That’s enough. Zhu Yuandong is calling us over.”

Yan Wuyou also stood up, casually picking up a glass of wine.

Yan Sheng followed Song Shi’an toward the banquet hall. Seeing how nervous she looked, Song Shi’an subtly extended her hand, and Yan Sheng immediately went to hold onto it.

Though today was just a gathering of acquaintances, they still had to go through the formalities of an opening ceremony.

Zhu Yuandong wore an elegant long dress, looking very different from how Yan Sheng had seen her before—much more solemn and dignified.

Yan Wuyou and Song Shi’an took their seats first, while the others gradually settled in as well.

Yan Sheng didn’t quite understand why the opening had to be held at night.

Perhaps the thought processes of the rich second generation are just different.

But the opening ceremony was still quite formal. Yan Sheng sat beside Song Shi’an, noticing that those around them had respectfully stopped their earlier antics.

When the ceremony concluded, Zhu Yuandong descended from the stage, and the manor’s staff filed in, each carrying a plate of exquisite dishes.

The food was arranged neatly on flowing water, evoking the ancient tradition of floating wine cups along a winding stream.

One had to commend Zhu Yuandong’s design—it was truly ingenious.

The manor’s cuisine was also excellent, at least Yan Sheng found it thoroughly satisfying.

Zhu Yuandong, the host, eventually joined them. She glanced at Yan Sheng and then at Song Shi’an: “Song Shi’an, you’ve practically stolen my employee. Shouldn’t you compensate me for that?”

Song Shi’an casually served Yan Sheng another dish. “Last time you took my car out and wrecked it, did I ask you for compensation?”

Though self-driving technology was now highly advanced, some racers still preferred manual control.

Zhu Yuandong was one such racer. The last time she went racing, her opponent, unable to accept defeat, deliberately crashed into her car.

“Must you bring up old grievances?” Zhu Yuandong grumbled unhappily.

Yan Wuyou chuckled. “You know how she is—she might not say much, but she remembers everything.”

“Fine, fine. I know when I’m outmatched.”

Zhu Yuandong then turned to Yan Sheng. “Your name is Yan Sheng, right?”

Yan Sheng nodded nervously. “Yes, hello, boss.”

Zhu Yuandong laughed. “Relax. Given how possessive Song Shi’an is, I doubt she’ll let you keep working at the bar. Consider me your former employer—your final paycheck’s already settled.”

“Let me toast you.” Zhu Yuandong raised her glass, smiling warmly at Yan Sheng.

Not wanting to refuse, Yan Sheng clinked her glass with Zhu Yuandong’s and drank.

Soon, others approached to congratulate Zhu Yuandong on her grand opening, and she accepted every toast with enthusiasm.

Today was a day of genuine joy for her. This manor was her own creation, from the design to securing the land.

Though her mother had initially opposed the project, it was her elder sister’s intervention that finally won approval.

As the gathering wound down, guests gradually dispersed to enjoy other activities.

Someone invited Song Shi’an and the others to try archery. With nothing else planned, Song Shi’an agreed, while Zhu Yuandong stayed behind, drawn into drinking and card games. Yan Wuyou accompanied Song Shi’an.

The archery range was elegantly designed, complete with live classical music, transporting visitors to an ancient shooting ground.

Yan Sheng, unfamiliar with archery, could only watch from the sidelines.

After a while, someone teased, “Shi’an, what’s this sudden change of heart? The girl’s pretty, sure, but what’s so special about her?”

“To think she’s the one who caught your eye—after you turned down so many omegas?” The speaker’s tone carried a sleazy, scrutinizing edge.

Yan Wuyou frowned slightly, displeased. “What, is it an honor for an omega to be liked by an alpha?”

The man faltered, remembering Yan Wuyou was also an omega, and quickly apologized. “Miss Yan, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I’m done playing.” Song Shi’an threw down his bow, curling his lips into a cold smirk as he glared at the person. “If you can’t speak properly, shut your filthy mouth.”

“Don’t show your face around me unless necessary. I might not be able to stop myself from punching you. Keep wandering around, and I’ll find an Alpha to fvck you—let’s see how honored you feel then.” Song Shi’an looked thoroughly displeased, his gaze sharp enough to kill.

The person wisely kept quiet and left under Song Shi’an’s icy stare.