After Transmigrating as the Supporting Female Lead, I Got My HE with the White Moonlight - Chapter 2

Rong Bailu was a woman of her word; the next day, she truly dragged Gu Xiaoting to the cafe.

Gu Xiaoting glanced around and suddenly burst into laughter. The scumbag was really low-effort—this was the exact same cafe where he met her yesterday, and today he was using it to meet his heart’s desire, his “White Moonlight.” It was hilarious.

“Jiaojiao, what are you laughing at?”

Gu Xiaoting waved her hand, laughing uncontrollably, her shoulders trembling slightly. Rong Bailu looked at her hesitantly, worried she had been pushed over the edge by the shock.

Gu Xiaoting ignored her and looked downstairs. She spotted the scumbag at a window seat, meticulously dressed and holding a bouquet of fiery red roses. The color was stunning; even from a distance, one could see their flame-like vibrancy and elegance.

He was a completely different person compared to yesterday. To her, he was thirty minutes late; for the White Moonlight, he arrived early and had even changed his clothes—though that might be because of the coffee she threw on him. He even brought flowers.

One must know that the original owner had never received flowers from him. Even the gifts she got were the leftovers rejected by the White Moonlight from across the ocean.

Gu Xiaoting’s gaze swept across the room indifferently.

“—She’s here.”

As Rong Bailu spoke, Gu Xiaoting’s gaze suddenly froze. She stared at the entrance, her phoenix-like eyes narrowing slightly.

The glass door of the cafe was pushed open, and a woman walked in beneath a wind chime adorned with pure white feathers.

She was an absolute beauty. Like a lotus swaying in the middle of a pond—snow-white, translucent, clean, and pure. The tips of her petals seemed to hold a drop of dew; she was delicate yet full of life. The woman had a slender waist that looked like it could be encircled by a single hand. Her raven-black hair fell loosely, and her features were like a painting. Her eyes were classic phoenix eyes, long and narrow, half-hidden by long lashes.

She truly looked like someone who had stepped out of a masterpiece.

Gu Xiaoting clearly heard a short gasp from beside her. She stood up, her high heels clicking lightly on the marble tiles as she walked toward the woman at the door.

Rong Bailu’s hushed exclamation was left behind: “Jiaojiao, where are you going? The guy named Jiang just went to the restroom!”

Gu Xiaoting walked out while the woman walked in; the two met face-to-face in the aisle.

The woman paused, looked up at her, and stepped aside to let her pass, a faint, clear smile gracing her lips. “You go first.”

Her voice was exquisite, like the song of an oriole in a valley or the crisp sound of fine jade clinking together.

“Big Sister…” Gu Xiaoting’s eyes suddenly curved, and the corners of her lips hooked up into an overly brilliant smile. “Sister, I accidentally lost my phone. Could I borrow yours to make a quick call?”

The woman looked slightly startled.

Gu Xiaoting blinked. “I promise it’ll be quick. It’s an urgent call. Please, Sister, is that okay?”

The woman recovered, her lips curling into a phantom smile. Her deep black pupils held a hint of amusement as she handed over the phone. “Sure.”

Gu Xiaoting dialed a few numbers and hit call. A slight vibration came from her own side pocket, but she ignored it without blinking. She waited a moment longer before returning the phone with a look of regret.

“It seems she’s not available. Thank you, Sister. You’re so kind.”

Gu Xiaoting’s hand fully gripped the phone, and as she released it, her fingers brushed against the inside of the woman’s wrist—a fleeting touch.

The woman stared at her retreating back, subconsciously recalling the sensation of that touch. The smooth, delicate skin had grazed her hand; they were so close she could even smell the rose perfume wafting from the girl’s wrist.

…Quite an interesting girl.

Yan Muhuai composed herself and took her seat. Across from her, Jiang Chengwei immediately presented the large bouquet of roses. Her expression remained indifferent as she casually set them aside without a word.

“Xiaohuai, you just returned to the country, so there are surely many things you aren’t familiar with. If there’s anything you don’t understand…”

“Mr. Jiang.” Yan Muhuai cut him off. Her voice was as cold and clear as her expression—gentle, yet carrying an air of undeniable refusal. “‘Xiaohuai’ is a nickname my family uses.”

The meaning was clear: Jiang Chengwei wasn’t worthy of calling her that. He wasn’t qualified.

Jiang Chengwei choked for a moment but smoothly changed the form of address and started a new topic.

On the other side, Rong Bailu asked in shock, “Jiaojiao, what did you just go up there for?”

The arc of Gu Xiaoting’s lips hadn’t faded. She lowered her head to play with her phone boredly. “Nothing.”

Rong Bailu hissed, “That woman is that bastard Jiang’s White Moonlight! Why did you go up to her?! What if she wanted to do something to you?”

Gu Xiaoting suddenly looked up and stared at her. Rong Bailu’s voice faltered; meeting those glass-like eyes, she subconsciously lowered her voice. “W-what is it?”

“You said the woman I just met is Jiang Chengwei’s White Moonlight?” As Gu Xiaoting spoke, her gaze drifted toward the window, where the bouquet of roses was visible.

Once she looked away, Rong Bailu breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. “Yeah.”

As soon as she said it, she couldn’t help but think that Jiaojiao’s eyes just now were terrifying. In the moment she was stared at, she felt a bizarre sense of dread. It was as if someone had dropped a piece of ice down her collar, and the melting water was slowly trickling down her spine—chilling her to the core.

Rong Bailu shuddered and dismissed the unrealistic thought.

Gu Xiaoting had seen enough. She withdrew her gaze before the person by the window could notice. After a long moment of quiet reflection, she suddenly spoke.

She asked, “Do you think Jiang Chengwei’s White Moonlight has a chance of being gay?”

The just-recovered Rong Bailu: “…?”

She instinctively thought it was a joke and was about to snap back when she was caught off guard by Gu Xiaoting’s eyes. Those eyes were filled with seriousness and sincerity, along with a hint of distress—she was actually considering the possibility of this.

Rong Bailu: “Jiaojiao! What kind of crazy things are you thinking?!”

Gu Xiaoting looked innocent. “Nothing much.”

Rong Bailu looked toward the distance suspiciously and immediately began to shake with rage. “He even gave flowers to that vixen! Bah! He never gave you flowers when he was with you. That dead scumbag!”

Gu Xiaoting nodded perfunctorily. “I was never ‘with’ him. Let’s go, Rong Bailu. Time to head back.”

Yan Muhuai checked the time. “Apologies, I have something else to attend to. I’ll be going now.”

Jiang Chengwei hurriedly stood up to follow. Yan Muhuai prepared to settle her bill, only to be told that someone had already paid for her.

“Yes, a young lady already paid for you. Also, she asked me to pass this along to you.”

Yan Muhuai took the item from the waiter. Looking down, she found it was a fragrance testing strip—a thin piece of paper with an exquisite pattern printed on it. She pinched the paper with her fingertips and then nodded with a light smile. “Thank you.”

Beside her, Jiang Chengwei’s eyes were glued to her. He was about to follow her out when a hand suddenly stretched out to block his path.

The waiter flashed a standard eight-tooth smile. “Pardon me, sir, please settle your bill first.”

Jiang Chengwei: “???”

He was incredulous. “Didn’t you say someone paid for our table?”

The waiter replied, “She only paid for that lady just now, not for you.”

Jiang Chengwei: “…”

Because of this delay, by the time he stepped out of the cafe, Yan Muhuai had already gotten into her car and left.

Inside the car, she took out the testing strip and brought it to her nose. Her nasal cavity was instantly filled with a strong rose scent, as if a real rose was in full bloom—fragrant and intoxicating.

It was the same scent that had been on the girl earlier.

Inexplicably, Yan Muhuai thought of the bouquet of roses she had left on the empty seat; they didn’t seem as intense as the fragrance on this strip.

That night, just after she finished washing up, a friend request popped up on her phone. The name was just a period, and the profile picture was blank.

Yan Muhuai casually accepted and sent a “Hello.”

[I’m the person who borrowed your phone during the day. I don’t know if Sister still remembers me. Thank you so much for earlier.]

[You’re welcome. But how did you get my account?]

[Sister has her phone number linked; it’s very easy to find you.]

[I see. Is there something I can help you with?]

There was no new message from the other side for a long time. Yan Muhuai didn’t pay much attention until she received a voice message right before bed. She tapped it, and a woman’s voice came through the speaker.

“I really want to thank you properly, Sister. I wonder if you could give me the chance? If so… I’ll take you out to have some fun, or maybe to dinner? Is that okay, Sister?”

The voice wasn’t overly loud; it was as passionate and bright as its owner’s personality. The background noise was a bit chaotic, and her voice was slightly lowered, making it stand out exceptionally in the bustling environment.

It was as if a hand had suddenly grown out of the air and gently rubbed Yan Muhuai’s ear, causing her to visibly daze for a moment. Especially that word—”Sister” (Jie Jie). It sounded like a spoiled plea, like a murmur, graceful and soft.

The person herself was as intense and brilliant as a rose, yet her voice could be as soft as a “good girl.”

What a truly interesting person.

Thinking this, Yan Muhuai moved her fingers and agreed.

[Okay.]

The other side replied instantly: [I still don’t know Sister’s name.]

[Yan Muhuai.]

Another voice message arrived.

“Then can I call you Muhuai from now on? My name is Gu Xiaoting. ‘Gu’ as in ‘scruple’ (Guji), ‘Xiao’ as in ‘free and easy’ (Xiaoyao), and ‘Ting’ as in ‘graceful’ (Ting Ting Yu Li). You can call me whatever you like, Sister.”

Yan Muhuai thought: That is indeed a good name.

“A restaurant? Why are you asking me that? Isn’t your usual place Jizhou?”

“It’s nothing.” Gu Xiaoting hung up, opened a map to search for the address, and found “Jizhou” in the history records.

Jizhou was a family property of Rong Bailu—a private restaurant open only to those in the inner circle. The original owner and her friends went there often.

Having settled on the place, she exited the app and checked her messages. There was no reply; Yan Muhuai had likely already gone to sleep.

Gu Xiaoting leaned close to the microphone and let out a low, soft laugh. The sense of lingering affection in her voice was almost overflowing; anyone hearing it would feel half their body go weak.

“Well then, goodnight, Sister. See you tomorrow.”