Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

"Serve the food quickly!" Qingyuan said.

The maids outside filed in carrying dishes, and the table was filled with all kinds of vegetarian and meat dishes.

"This is longevity noodles that Miss specially instructed the kitchen to make for you. You must finish it." Qingying opened the food box in her hand, took out a bowl of longevity noodles, and placed it on the table.

The longevity noodles are steaming hot and fragrant, with thin white noodles sprinkled with bright green scallions, which is very appetizing.

Song Zhaoming's eyes flickered slightly as he stared at the longevity noodles on the table, lost in thought for a long time.

"What are you thinking about?" Qingying waved her hand in front of Song Zhaoming's eyes.

Song Zhaoming: "It's nothing. I just didn't expect Miss to remember my birthday."

“Miss is not feeling well today, otherwise she would have liked to come and join in the fun. Never mind, you two have a good chat, Qingyuan and I will go back and keep Miss company,” Qingying added.

Song Zhaoming's heart sank, and he pressed, "What's wrong, Miss?"

Qingying: "It's an old problem, chest tightness and shortness of breath. I just took some medicine and I'm asleep now."

Song Zhaoming couldn't help but clench his fist. "You should go back now. Miss can't be left alone. I'll go thank her again tomorrow."

Qingying: "Okay, happy birthday. Qingyuan and I will be going now."

Qingyuan followed up with, "Happy birthday."

After the two women left, only the bodyguards who usually mingled with them remained in the room.

Several people joked with Song Zhaoming: "Miss really cares about you. Not only did she personally choose you to accompany her to Baima Temple, but she also specially instructed us to celebrate your birthday."

"Indeed! This is the first time I've ever seen a young lady care so much about a servant."

......

Don't say that three women make a drama; three men can put on a great show too.

Several people surrounded Song Zhaoming, talking all at once, saying whatever came to mind without any restraint.

Most of them were military personnel, not bound by the rules of aristocratic families. Moreover, the Xie family had never put on airs in front of them, so they spoke somewhat without restraint.

The group was talking animatedly, but Song Zhaoming kept his eyes down and remained silent.

But upon closer inspection, one can discern Song Zhaoming's ramrod straight back and slightly reddened ears.

"Alright, alright, what are you all saying? You're getting more and more outrageous! What kind of person is Miss? It's not for you to just gossip about!" Guard Li spoke up to stop them.

“You all know how kind-hearted Miss is. If you dare to talk nonsense again, get back here right now!” Guard Li said with a serious expression.

The guards were deflated, looking like wilted eggplants, and they all sat down and gathered around the table.

"Let's eat!" Guard Li said, his tone less stern than before.

Everyone felt a little more relaxed and started picking up food and chatting again.

Song Zhaoming, the central figure in this topic, has always maintained a calm demeanor; to outsiders, he appears composed.

In reality, Song Zhaoming's heart was already in turmoil.

From the moment that bowl of longevity noodles appeared, Song Zhaoming was in a detached state.

He felt as if he were in a fantasy world, where everything around him seemed unreal, because he didn't believe he could have such care and warmth.

Even though he genuinely felt their concern for him, Song Zhaoming still couldn't believe that his soul and body were separated.

Even more unbelievable was that Chu Yun actually remembered his birthday and even specially arranged for someone to celebrate it for him.

He said it casually, but she took it to heart.

Song Zhaoming did not miss the guards' teasing. He pretended to be calm, but in reality, he listened intently to every word they said.

Perhaps... Lin Chuyun really does have a special place in his heart.

Song Zhaoming's heart softened again and again, and her ears, which were already red, turned even redder.

He picked up the longevity noodles from the bowl, gently bit into them, and slowly put them into his mouth, savoring the blessing Chu Yun had given him.

"Zhaoming, you can't bite through the longevity noodles! You have to eat them all in one go to live a long life!" Guard Li instructed.

"Guard Li, you don't need to worry about that. Zhaoming knows that longevity noodles must be eaten in one go!"

"That's right, that's right, hurry up and eat!"

......

Song Zhaoming lowered his head and nodded vigorously.

In a daze, a surge of heat was about to well up in his eyes. He sniffed and forcefully pushed the heat back down.

He seemed to have never experienced such a lively atmosphere before.

So this is what it feels like to know that someone cares.

My heart feels warm, peaceful, and comfortable.

Even the voices that he usually found noisy sounded pleasant at this moment.

*

After the guards finished drinking, they helped each other back to their rooms.

Song Zhaoming had also drunk a little wine. After sending them back, he wanted to take a walk in the courtyard to sober up.

Somehow, as he walked, his steps became uncontrollable, and before Song Zhaoming could react, he was already standing at the door of Chu Yun's room.

The lights in the room were off, so she must have gone to sleep.

Song Zhaoming stood in front of the door for a long time, his eyes fixed on the door, as if he wanted to see the person he missed the most and wanted to see the most at this moment through the door and window.

"Thank you," Song Zhaoming murmured to himself.

Just then, the door opened, and Chu Yun's face came into Song Zhaoming's view. The two looked at each other, one surprised and the other flustered.

The girl wore a moon-white coat, and her long, jet-black hair fell over her shoulders. She possessed a natural, unadorned beauty, like a celestial being descended from heaven, untouched by the world.

"What are you doing here?" Chu Yun asked in surprise.

Song Zhaoming snapped out of his daze, "I drank some wine and was taking a walk in the courtyard to sober up when I happened to walk this way."

Chu Yun chuckled, "I see."

"Why did Miss wake up?" Song Zhaoming asked.

"I slept a lot today, so I couldn't fall asleep at night. After waking up, I wanted to come out for some fresh air," Chu Yun explained.

"Since you're here, stay and talk to me," Chu Yun said again.

Song Zhaoming readily agreed, "Okay."

Chu Yun smiled and took a few steps forward. When she arrived at the steps, she wanted to sit down.

“Miss, please don’t sit down yet,” Song Zhaoming said.

Chu Yun looked at him. "What? Do you think what I'm doing is improper?"

Song Zhaoming shook his head, "No, the steps are cold. Miss, your body can't take it if you sit on them like this. I'll go to your room and get you a soft cushion."

After saying that, he made a gesture as if to turn around.

"Don't bother, it's fine for us to just stand here and talk for a while." Chu Yun stopped him, her tone faster than usual.

Song Zhaoming looked at Chu Yun and tentatively asked, "Miss, are you unhappy?"

"No, I know you care about me, how could I blame you?"

“I just don’t want to be treated like a fragile vase all the time. Perhaps it’s because of my illness these past few days that I’ve been reminded of some things. When I was a child, whenever I got sick, I couldn’t go anywhere. Everyone around me wanted to hold me in their hands and keep me indoors, not letting me suffer any wind or rain.”

"I really want to see the world like a normal person, to go for a walk in spring, go boating in summer, go hiking in autumn, and have a snowball fight in winter."

"Instead of being careful in everything I do, taking medicine all the time, and causing my family to worry about me all the time."

Chu Yun's tone grew increasingly desolate as she spoke.

Song Zhaoming felt a pang of sympathy and blurted out, "They're doing this for your own good."

He didn't know how to comfort people. As soon as he spoke, without even looking at Chu Yun's expression, Song Zhaoming could tell that his words of comfort were a bit awful.

He wanted to make amends, "What I mean is..."

"I understand, I get everything you're saying. I was just expressing my feelings on a whim. You don't need to comfort me. I know I'm already very lucky," Chu Yun chuckled.

"It's late, you should go back and rest early," Chu Yun said again.

Song Zhaoming's lips moved, but in the end he only said one word: "Okay."

Chu Yun wrapped her clothes tighter around herself and went back to her room.

Song Zhaoming bit her lip and turned to leave.

"Happy birthday, Song Zhaoming!" A voice suddenly rang out from behind.

Song Zhaoming turned around and saw Chu Yun looking at him as well, with a faint smile on her face, her eyebrows and eyes curved like the moon in the sky, clean and holy.

At that moment, Song Zhaoming thought he would never forget that smile for the rest of his life.