Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Marked by the Villain (GL) - Chapter 41

As Fu Qingyun cut the loops of tape with the scissors, Ruan Jiyan bit her shoulder.

“Hiss… that hurts…”

“Now you know it hurts.”

Ruan Jiyan glared at Fu Qingyun. She leaned back in the chair, waiting for Fu Qingyun to pick her up and take her to the shower. The water stains on the leather chair glistened. Fu Qingyun glanced at the mess, then carried Ruan Jiyan into the bathroom.

The floor was a mess. Fu Qingyun ran the hot water and had Ruan Jiyan sit inside. She thoughtfully scrubbed the other woman’s back and massaged her. Ruan Jiyan’s skin was fair and tender; even a slight squeeze from the tape left red marks.

Fu Qingyun looked at Ruan Jiyan’s body, covered in marks, and felt a pang of sympathy again, as if the events of a few moments ago had nothing to do with her.

“Does it hurt? Let me rub it for you.”

“Hmph.”

Ruan Jiyan let out a cold snort from her nose. Fu Qingyun knew she was deliberately playing angry, so she pinched the soft flesh on her waist and chuckled, “Big Sister was wrong.”

This person had been so cooperative and immersed in the moment, yet now she was acting completely different. She truly said one thing and meant another.

“Tell me, what did you do wrong?”

Ruan Jiyan’s voice had a slight nasal tone and was a little hoarse.

“I shouldn’t have tied you up,” Fu Qingyun said with her back to Ruan Jiyan, the corners of her mouth curled up: “I shouldn’t have used those little toys on you, and I shouldn’t have touched you…”

In reality, Fu Qingyun was being wronged. Ruan Jiyan had insisted on trying things they hadn’t done before, but now that they had done it, Fu Qingyun was left to take the blame.

“Stop talking…”

Fu Qingyun agreed, but she also noticed something: Ruan Jiyan hadn’t called her “Sister.” Ruan Jiyan usually used “Sister” constantly, no matter what she was doing, but today, she barely heard it.

She thought about it for a moment. Ruan Jiyan called her “Sister” constantly when she was being affectionate. She called her even sweeter names when she was on the phone with others. Once, when she was talking to Tang Ruowan, Ruan Jiyan suddenly leaned over and sweetly called her “Sister,” startling Tang Ruowan so much that she almost dropped her phone.

Tang Ruowan, whose mind was full of “young people these days,” quickly hung up.

Since then, Ruan Jiyan always asked who Fu Qingyun was talking to before answering the phone, so as to avoid such awkward situations.

“You’re not allowed to do that again next time.”

Although she was satisfied, Ruan Jiyan felt she couldn’t lose face. She said this, trying to cover her tracks, but Fu Qingyun pinched her waist from behind.

“Oh really?”

Fu Qingyun held the other woman’s slender, fair waist with both hands. This position was dangerous, but she didn’t intend to do anything to Ruan Jiyan right now.

“Who was it who kept telling me to go faster? My hands are tired and sore. Who was it who said they weren’t satisfied or comfortable enough?”

Ruan Jiyan’s face was flushed red. She shot a resentful look back at Fu Qingyun: “Sister, you’re bullying me again.”

“Heaven is my witness, I am not.”

“Yes, you are!”

“Alright, alright, it’s all Big Sister’s fault.”

Fu Qingyun finally had her fill of teasing Ruan Jiyan. She laughed out loud: “Do you want to soak in the tub a little longer?”

“Yes.”

Fu Qingyun had a date tomorrow, but her purpose for going was purely to observe and act as an accomplice. Song Nanyan had a blind date, but she wasn’t interested, so she asked Fu Qingyun to pretend to be her ambiguous partner.

Fu Qingyun told Ruan Jiyan about it. The other person immediately refused without hesitation.

“No,” she clutched Fu Qingyun’s arm and shook her: “If she needs a female companion to act, she can hire one. Why does it have to be you?”

“Nanyan and I are closer…”

“No matter how close, I forbid it.”

Seeing Ruan Jiyan wouldn’t budge, Fu Qingyun had to call Song Nanyan.

“Alas, it seems your little girlfriend is more possessive than usual. I won’t pressure you. I’ll find someone else.”

Song Nanyan was always uninterested in the blind dates her mother arranged. None of the Omegas were her type, and they all dreamed of a future as the wife of the Song family patriarch.

The person she was meeting tomorrow would likely be similar to the ones before. She had no hope left.

She hadn’t listened to a word when her mother introduced her. She didn’t even know the name of her blind date tomorrow. She planned to just placate the situation and leave.

The next day, Fu Qingyun secretly drove out with Song Nanyan while Ruan Jiyan was at school. The moment Song Nanyan saw her, she called her “henpecked.”

“What are you doing here? Your little girlfriend actually let you out?”

“I snuck out while she was in class. Is the fake girlfriend you hired reliable?”

Song Nanyan held a cigarette between two fingers, and a costly lighter in the other. She looked incredibly arrogant.

“When did you learn to smoke?”

“I didn’t,” Song Nanyan leaned close to Fu Qingyun’s ear and whispered: “I heard that most Omegas dislike Alphas who smoke, so I got a few cigarettes.”

How scheming. Fu Qingyun was dumbfounded by Song Nanyan’s move.

“Don’t give yourself away,” Fu Qingyun corrected Song Nanyan’s posture of holding the cigarette between her middle and ring fingers: “You look like a beginner.”

Fu Qingyun, the gossip maniac, didn’t want to miss such a stimulating blind date scene. So, after repeatedly promising Ruan Jiyan that she wouldn’t be Song Nanyan’s fake girlfriend, she snuck out just to enjoy the historical scene that was about to unfold.

“I found this professional companion service online. It costs a thousand yuan a day. The price is fair; no one gets ripped off.”

A thousand yuan a day. That’s easy money. Seeing Song Nanyan acting like a clueless rich person, Fu Qingyun regretted refusing her request.

“This is Ling Da,” Song Nanyan introduced, pointing to a fiery, glamorous woman with bright red lipstick who was slowly walking in: “This is my friend Fu Qingyun. I’ll introduce you.”

“Miss Fu.”

From the moment Ling Da walked in, her eyes were glued to Fu Qingyun, which made Fu Qingyun feel strange and gave her goosebumps.

As a representative of the exemplary Geek (Ji, in Chinese context), Fu Qingyun just lightly greeted her and then sat down at the adjacent table.

She had pre-ordered a medium-rare steak, ready to watch the show.

This restaurant was part of the Fu family’s business. Fu Qingyun hadn’t realized it at first, but when the waiter and the front desk manager affectionately called her “Miss,” Fu Qingyun figured it out.

So, this is the life of the wealthy. What should I do? I don’t want to go back now.

“Clack, clack, clack—”

The crisp sound of measured high heels approached, getting closer. Song Nanyan and Fu Qingyun looked up simultaneously.

The person who walked in was wearing a dark cyan qipao, elegantly walking in high heels, with light makeup. Jiang Yunting froze the moment she saw who her blind date was.

“Miss Song?”

Song Nanyan also froze. The ladies’ cigarette held between her two fingers dropped instantly.

Fu Qingyun sat by the side, watching the scene unfold. She bit into the slice of steak she had just cut, thinking these two must know each other, or they wouldn’t have reacted like this.

“Miss… Miss Jiang…”

Song Nanyan instinctively tried to hide the cigarette, but the other woman caught her in the act.

Jiang Yunting saw this, sat across from her, and smiled faintly: “Miss Song and I truly have a connection.”

“Yes, we do.”

Song Nanyan, usually quick with words, was now stammering. Fu Qingyun watched her reaction from the side, using the steak to stifle the laughter that was about to burst out.

Song Nanyan’s gaze fell on Jiang Yunting. She truly hadn’t expected the blind date she hadn’t paid any attention to to be Jiang Yunting, whom she had immediately bonded with at the hospital.

“I can’t believe it’s such a coincidence to run into you here.”

“I’m here for a blind date with you,” Jiang Yunting smiled gently: “Miss Song, shall we begin now?”

Song Nanyan was already impressed when she first heard Jiang Yunting’s name, even though the other woman was in a hospital gown and limping at the time. Now, it seemed the name truly matched the person. Jiang Yunting’s dark cyan dress enhanced her cool temperament, making her mysterious and irresistible.

“Ah…”

Song Nanyan handed the menu to Jiang Yunting, politely saying, “Order whatever you want. I’m paying.”

She said this and then glanced at Fu Qingyun, who was eating steak. Fu Qingyun rolled her eyes. Song Nanyan said she was paying, but she would likely leave without paying in the end.

Jiang Yunting didn’t mention the cigarette, and Song Nanyan regained the feeling of immediate connection they shared. The two chatted happily.

But as they talked, Song Nanyan felt like she had forgotten something important. She couldn’t remember what it was. Just as she was about to speak, a woman with large, wavy hair rushed in frantically.

“Nanyan, I finally found you!”

Fu Qingyun was completely stunned by Ling Da’s exaggerated and affected acting. The steak on her fork almost dropped to the floor.

At this moment, Song Nanyan also finally remembered what crucial thing she had missed: Ling Da’s existence.

She desperately shook her head and waved her hands at Ling Da, but Ling Da, acting professionally, hugged her and recited her lines: “How could you be so cruel as to leave me and our child outside and come here on a date by yourself?”

“Miss, you have the wrong person.”

Ling Da thought this was new dialogue added by her employer, so she improvised: “I would recognize you even if you were burnt to ashes!”

Jiang Yunting showed no signs of shame or discomfort at the sight. She stared at Ling Da’s abdomen and smiled: “Miss Song, you have a child?”

Fu Qingyun, who enjoyed a good spectacle, almost spat out her red wine.

“I’m not… I don’t…”

Song Nanyan frantically pushed Ling Da away: “I don’t know her…”

“Cough, cough, cough, cough—”

Hearing Song Nanyan’s violent coughing, Fu Qingyun looked over and saw the other woman mouth a single word:

Save me.

“Miss, you must be drunk.”

Fu Qingyun gave her an “OK” sign, then got up immediately and helped Ling Da up. Amidst the other woman’s struggles, she led her out. The farce was over.

“That… Miss Jiang, I’m so sorry…”

Song Nanyan knew her impression in Jiang Yunting’s mind had plummeted into negative territory. She spoke with extreme embarrassment:

“I apologize. I ruined this date.”

Jiang Yunting’s face remained composed. She smiled faintly and said: “It’s alright. I was forced to come too.”