Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Marked by the Villain (GL) - Chapter 16

“I didn’t…”

Fu Qingyun offered a weak explanation: “She accidentally bumped into me, and I just steadied her.”

“Oh.”

Ruan Jiyan took a bite of the top of the ice cream from Fu Qingyun’s hand. The cold, sweet flavor melted fully on her tongue.

“Sister is so kind. Strangers can just casually ask for your WeChat.”

“What?”

Fu Qingyun finally understood what Ruan Jiyan meant. So she saw that girl asking for her WeChat, which is why she was being so passive-aggressive?

“Did you give her your WeChat?”

Ruan Jiyan insisted on an explanation.

“No.”

“But she’s quite good-looking, an excellent Omega.”

Ruan Jiyan bit into the ice cream, glanced at Fu Qingyun, and then turned her head away.

“Are you so sure that if she asks for my WeChat, I’ll definitely give it to her?”

The corners of Fu Qingyun’s lips curved. Ruan Jiyan was a twenty-year-old girl, yet she was still as sensitive as if she were in adolescence.

She had already promised to be responsible for the other party. Ruan Jiyan probably believed that responsibility meant the complete reservation and unrestrained favoritism of a partner—a point Fu Qingyun had overlooked.

“I have already promised you that I will always be responsible for you.”

Fu Qingyun gently wiped away the sugar residue clinging to Ruan Jiyan’s lip with her soft fingertip. Her phoenix eyes were filled with tender affection: “So, please believe me. I don’t just do this for anyone.”

The gentle words struck Ruan Jiyan’s heart. She felt a sour taste and couldn’t quite articulate her feelings. She twisted her face away awkwardly: “How do you expect me to believe you…”

It was indeed difficult to truly connect with someone like Ruan Jiyan. She lacked a sense of security, so she often became highly possessive toward people who treated her well, afraid that person would overlook her due to the arrival of others.

Fu Qingyun guessed Ruan Jiyan was like this, so she decided to appeal to her emotions. Even if Ruan Jiyan spoke hurtful words, she should treat her with the patience and attitude one would show a patient.

“I’ll promise you, okay?” Fu Qingyun raised her other hand and smiled: “From now on, I am your exclusive bodyguard. You can ask me to do anything.”

This was the most Fu Qingyun could offer Ruan Jiyan. Beyond this, she didn’t know what other value she had for Ruan Jiyan.

Since her original intention was to please Ruan Jiyan and subtly redeem her, she might as well be direct about it.

“Just a bodyguard?”

Ruan Jiyan asked on a whim.

“And a cook.”

Fu Qingyun said with utmost sincerity, “I know this is far from enough, but I want to do more things for you, so I can atone for the sin I committed against you.”

Ruan Jiyan had no idea what kind of medicine Fu Qingyun, this rich Fu family young miss, had taken. There were countless Omegas more beautiful and with better backgrounds than her, yet this person insisted on clinging to her. She couldn’t fathom her true motives.

Fu Qingyun, whose kindness was once again mistaken for malicious intent, had no idea Ruan Jiyan considered her heartfelt words to be insincere affection. She was just delighted that she was about to move Ruan Jiyan, when the ice cream in her hand melted and plop—it fell to the ground.

“How about I buy you another one?”

Ruan Jiyan had only taken two bites before it dropped. Looking at the lightly dressed Fu Qingyun, a mischievous idea sprung into her mind: “Alright then, but this time I want cherry flavor.”

“Okay,” Fu Qingyun stepped back into the queue, and Ruan Jiyan stood by her side.

“You should go back inside first. Don’t wait here.”

This temperature was nothing to Fu Qingyun, but Ruan Jiyan was delicate and frail. She worried the constant cold wind would make her sick.

“I’ll wait with you.”

Just as Fu Qingyun was about to reach the front of the line, her phone rang. She checked it, and it was the “Yunjin” who had sent her gifts a few days ago.

Fu Qingyun didn’t want to answer, knowing this Alpha had ill intentions toward her, but a voice in her head prompted her to pick up.

“Hello.”

A woman’s voice came through, mixed with loud party music.

“Yun’er, where are you? I’ve got a few top-quality ones this time. Do you want to come tonight…”

“No, thank you.”

Fu Qingyun spoke coldly, “Don’t contact me about this kind of thing in the future. I’m not interested.”

She hung up the phone and turned to see Ruan Jiyan’s scrutinizing gaze.

“It seems you’re busy tonight,” Ruan Jiyan lowered her head, turned, and ran: “Sorry for bothering you.”

“Ruan Jiyan!”

“Miss, your ice cream.”

Fu Qingyun took the ice cream and ran after Ruan Jiyan.

The memories of the previous life flashed vividly in Ruan Jiyan’s mind. She remembered this was the day she escaped from Fu Qingyun, only to be hit by the out-of-control truck nearby.

Although the truck wasn’t huge, it left her half-crippled. In her dying moments, Ruan Jiyan was saved by a stranger Alpha, which preserved her life.

She had just reached the intersection when the truck, which haunted her nightmares, drove toward her.

Whether it was a conditioned reflex or not, Ruan Jiyan stared at the recklessly charging truck and subconsciously took a few steps forward.

When faced with a known danger, even with mental precaution, some eccentrics still want to experience it again.

Ruan Jiyan was such a person.

She involuntarily closed her eyes, gradually losing herself amidst a flurry of screams.

“Ruan Jiyan!!”

Fu Qingyun threw the ice cream away. She dashed toward Ruan Jiyan with the speed of a hundred-meter sprinter, grabbing the person’s wrist and pulling her forward with all her might in the nick of time.

A sharp pain shot through her ankle. Fu Qingyun’s face turned pale. She tightly hugged the person in her arms, falling backward uncontrollably.

Her head hit the ground hard, but her two arms safely shielded Ruan Jiyan in her embrace.

With a loud BOOM, the truck collided with a small car, followed by a deafening explosion. The car instantly burst into raging flames.

“Call 911!” (or 119 in Chinese context)

“120! 120!!”

Death narrowly missed Ruan Jiyan. She was shaking all over, her limbs cold. When she saw Fu Qingyun, who was underneath her, beads of cold sweat on her forehead, Ruan Jiyan seemed to snap back to reality. She struggled to prop up her numb body, murmuring: “Fu Qingyun… Fu Qingyun…”

“Hiss…”

It hurt.

Her head hurt, and her ankle hurt too.

“Ruan Jiyan, are you alright?”

Fu Qingyun didn’t have time to tend to her own injuries. Sitting on the ground, she kept comforting the terrified Ruan Jiyan over and over:

“Ruan Jiyan, Jiyan,” Fu Qingyun held her close, her voice soft and gentle: “Don’t be afraid. You’re safe now. Be a good girl. Sister is here.”

Ruan Jiyan’s face was pale, her lips colorless. She stared blankly at Fu Qingyun, her pupils slightly unfocused.

“Fu Qingyun… I’m fine…”

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Fu Qingyun repeated in Ruan Jiyan’s ear, enduring the excruciating pain of her sprained ankle: “Sister is here, no need to be afraid, no need to be afraid.”

“Mm.”

Ruan Jiyan buried her entire face in Fu Qingyun’s shoulder, sobbing softly over and over, refusing to look up until she had soaked Fu Qingyun’s clothes.