After The Cannon Fodder Died, She Became The Female Lead’s White Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 9

The day she first woke up, Shen Sijin had deliberately left her in the yard to get soaked in the rain.

At that time, this man had climbed over the wall, seen her, and his eyes had gone wide. He had approached her, trying to grope her.

Fortunately, Shen Sijin had seen him and directly grabbed a large hammer, broken the man’s leg, and thrown him out.

Later, Che Gulai found out that the man was a mentally ill person from not far away. His parents and elderly relatives had all died, and his wife had run off with someone else. As a result, he thought every woman was his wife, and he especially liked climbing into Shen Sijin’s yard, always believing his wife was hidden there.

And Shen Sijin was also a lunatic, having beaten him half to death several times. The man would be quiet for a long period.

Now he was back again. The man saw Che Gulai and said maniacally, “Wife.”

Che Gulai’s gaze was cold as she watched him.

The puppy barked frantically nearby. The man stumbled and ran toward her, constantly shouting “Wife.”

Seeing that he was about to pounce on her, Che Gulai stood up. The man missed, and he fell face-down onto the stool, sprawled on all fours like a frog.

Che Gulai crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes scanning the area for any potential weapons.

The man quickly got back up, his expression wronged. “Wife, why did you leave me? I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

He then tried to grab her hand. Che Gulai disgustedly dodged him and tripped him. The man fell to the ground again.

She was utterly irritated and just wanted to quickly get rid of this mentally ill person. She wanted to go into the kitchen, but the man suddenly gripped her not-yet-fully-healed ankle.

Che Gulai’s ankle flared with pain. The man gave it a pull, and she was half-kneeling on the ground. The man was very strong, and Che Gulai’s ankle hurt terribly.

The puppy kept barking and tried to bite the man’s hand. The man didn’t seem to feel the pain, continuously clutching Che Gulai’s ankle.

Che Gulai stood up and fiercely stomped on the man’s hand with her other foot, her gaze as cold as the ice on a snow-capped mountain.

The man kept whimpering “Wife,” then suddenly turned vicious, yanking Che Gulai to the ground. Che Gulai wasn’t paying attention and fell hard.

The man grabbed her wrist, tearfully calling her “Wife,” but then his face abruptly changed. He switched to choking her neck, his expression ferocious as he demanded why she had left him.

The difference in strength between a man and a woman was vast. Che Gulai’s strength was no match for this lunatic in front of her. She felt herself suffocating, and a dull pain shot through her nasal cavity and throat.

I’m not going to die at the hands of this psycho, am I?

Damn it.

Che Gulai’s hatred for this world once again reached its peak.

Every person, every event, is an affront to her, utterly repulsive.

Why is she constantly surrounded by lunatics like this?

Just as she was about to run out of breath, the man’s expression froze. He quickly clutched the back of his head and rolled to the side.

Shen Sijin stood there holding a rolling pin, her hands trembling. She hadn’t fully realized what she had done in her muddled state.

Che Gulai gasped for air, coughing violently. Shen Sijin recovered from her panic and immediately rushed to help Che Gulai up.

“Are you alright?” she asked frantically. “I’m sorry, I came too late.”

Che Gulai’s face was bright red, her eyes reddened from coughing. She tightly gripped Shen Sijin’s wrist, gulping in air.

Shen Sijin gently patted her back, soothing her.

She had taken some medicine that morning, but her body was still very uncomfortable. Her head felt heavy, and she desperately wanted to sleep. In her hazy consciousness, she heard the dog barking and a man’s voice. Afraid that something was wrong, she struggled to leave her room and went to Che Gulai’s, only to find she wasn’t there.

She panicked a little, stumbled down the stairs with the help of the railing, and then saw this scene. The man was the one she had met last time. She hadn’t realized he was mentally ill. If she had guessed earlier…

She felt extremely guilty, believing it was her fault for not protecting Che Gulai. Her eyes became moist, and she apologized sincerely, “I’m sorry.”

Che Gulai felt a little better. Her gaze suddenly met a pair of moist eyes.

Those eyes were wet, sincere, filled with the most genuine apology, like the eyes of the little yellow dog—free of any falseness, the purest and most beautiful eyes.

Che Gulai had never encountered such clear eyes before.

She was apologizing, believing it was her fault, that she hadn’t protected her.

Why is she crying?

Doesn’t this woman hate her the most?

Shouldn’t this woman be the happiest when she’s in a state of disarray?

Shen Sijin helped her up. Seemingly sensing danger, she quickly shielded Che Gulai behind her, but was then kicked out of nowhere. Che Gulai frowned, picked up the rolling pin from the ground, and smoothly and coldly smashed it onto the man’s head. The man’s head was struck for a second time, and he finally passed out.

Shen Sijin clutched her stomach, cold sweat breaking out from the pain, but she still forced herself to call the police. Che Gulai leaned against a tree, silent and expressionless, the red marks on her neck clearly visible.

She looked angry.

Shen Sijin glanced at her secretly, off and on, wanting to speak but not daring to. She also stood in silence, while the little yellow dog sat obediently beside Shen Sijin.

Half an hour later, Shen Sijin’s stomach still hurt, and she was dizzy. She desperately wanted to just fall asleep, but she pinched her palm to keep herself awake.

Finally, the police arrived and took the man away.

After the police left, Shen Sijin could no longer hold on. She pressed her stomach and crouched down. The medicine she had taken hadn’t taken effect yet, and her head was still spinning.

Che Gulai walked up to her.

Shen Sijin was crouched on the ground, reaching out and grabbing the hem of Che Gulai’s skirt.

“Che… Gulai, you—”

She was in too much pain to speak.

Che Gulai stood, looking down at her with cold eyes. For a split second, her heart softened.

But a heart that had been frozen for too long could no longer register any emotional changes.

Even now, she still thought Shen Sijin was being insincere.

The brief moment of frozen hesitation and pity had retreated like the tide, and now only frigid coldness remained.

She looked down from above, her expression indifferent.

Shen Sijin was still ill, and the recent actions had depleted all her strength. She couldn’t hold on any longer. Closing her eyes, the hand gripping the skirt let go, and she collapsed onto the ground.

Che Gulai was slightly surprised, not understanding why Shen Sijin had fainted. She crouched down and saw that her face was very red. She reached out a finger and touched her cheek.

Hot as boiling water.

She has a fever?

No wonder she seemed so unwell these past two days. She has a fever and didn’t even know it, foolishly trying to be strong.

“Idiot,” Che Gulai spat out the two words in a cold voice, her expression dark and complicated.

She ultimately behaved like a decent person, carrying Shen Sijin into the house. Shen Sijin was too thin; she was very light. Although she was slightly taller than Che Gulai, she had no meat on her bones. Che Gulai didn’t expend much effort carrying her to her room.

After dropping the person onto the bed, a slight pain shot through Che Gulai’s not-fully-healed body. She panted slightly, looking at the girl curled up on the bed.

She couldn’t understand Shen Sijin’s current attitude, which was completely different from before.

Could a person really change that much?

Che Gulai didn’t believe it. Human nature was inherently evil. Selfishness and wickedness were innate human instincts. Kindness and sincere emotions were like rotten apples on the street, utterly worthless and fundamentally corrupt.

She didn’t believe in goodwill without any expectation of return, and a person’s hatred couldn’t simply vanish into thin air.

Che Gulai knew how much Shen Sijin hated her, just as she hated Shen Sijin.

In Che Gulai’s eyes, Shen Sijin’s current kindness was nothing more than a clown’s act, all feigned insincerity.

To be honest, she was past the age where a little kindness could move her emotionally.

Che Gulai was cold and ruthless, a stone on a snowy mountain.

A stone cannot be melted.