After Transmigrating as the Supporting Female Lead, I Got My HE with the White Moonlight - Chapter 5

Steam rose steadily, soon filling the bathroom with a thick mist.

Clang.

Gu Xiaoting emerged from the bathroom. Lacking the patience to find a hairdryer, she gave her hair a cursory rub with a towel and left it at that, reaching for her phone.

On her WeChat Moments, Gu Xiaoxiao had posted a new update. The original owner had saved Gu Xiaoxiao’s contact as “Little Sister Xiaoxiao” and even set her as a “Star Friend,” ensuring she’d be notified the second a post went up. But no matter how much the original owner had poured her heart out to her, the girl remained an ungrateful white-eyed wolf.

Gu Xiaoting didn’t check the replies; she simply scrolled down to the post from half an hour ago.

[Little Sister Xiaoxiao]: Sis had her heart broken… she looks so sad. I’d better not make her angry lately, and it’s probably best not to look for her; she’s scary when she’s mad.

But I can’t be like that! I have to comfort her! I want her to know that even if she isn’t good enough for Brother Chengwei, I’ll always be on her side!

Fighting!

(Followed by two crying emojis)

A wave of “Green Tea” (manipulative) energy hit Gu Xiaoting in the face. She raised an eyebrow and spotted Jiang Chengwei’s comment below.

[Jiang Chengwei replied]: Stay away from your sister, don’t let her hurt you.

Gu Xiaoting let out a cold laugh. She tapped on Gu Xiaoxiao’s profile and deleted her with a clean, decisive stroke, then did the same to the scumbag. Returning to her feed, she refreshed it; the nauseating post was instantly overwritten and cleared.

She spun around, sat on the edge of the bed, and checked her other messages. Rong Bailu was asking her out. After thinking it over—having nothing else to do—she figured there was no harm in going out to play.

Since she was heading out, she had to dry her hair. Gu Xiaoting found the hairdryer and got it to a semi-dry state. She picked out a knee-length red dress and headed downstairs barefoot, carrying her high heels.

Her movements were casual, the heels clicking together and drawing the attention of everyone in the living room. Gu Xiaoxiao was sitting by Mr. Gu’s side. Seeing her come down, her eyes darted around as she intentionally called out, “Sis, where are you going? Not to Brother Chengwei’s house, I hope? You’ve already broken up; it’s probably not great to go disturb him this late.”

Mr. Gu let out a heavy snort.

In their social circle, everyone knew that the eldest Gu daughter had spent three years chasing a man, throwing away her dignity, refusing to come home, and arguing with her father multiple times. Consequently, Mr. Gu grew to dislike his eldest daughter more and more.

To be precise, he only ever recognized Gu Xiaoxiao, his younger daughter. The eldest was talentless, weak-willed, and taciturn—and in recent years, she had caused such a scandal that he felt he had lost all face. In the original book, after Gu Xiaoxiao revealed the truth about the swap, he hadn’t even bothered to verify it before kicking the original owner out on the spot.

Because of this, it was hard for Gu Xiaoting to feel any goodwill toward this family.

She shook her head, stepped onto a chair to change into her shoes, and slid her ankles in. They fit perfectly. She then stepped into the other one. Once both were on, she straightened up and flashed a smile toward the sofa.

“How could I? The one who likes picking up other people’s trash is Gu Xiaoxiao, not me. Why would I go chasing after a piece of garbage?”

As the words fell, the living room became quiet enough to hear a pin drop. The servants and the butler had vanished the moment she spoke, leaving her to face the other three from a distance.

Gu Xiaoxiao was young and couldn’t keep her cool; she stared at Gu Xiaoting with dark, hateful eyes, looking as if she wanted to pounce and tear her mouth apart. However, catching sight of Mr. and Mrs. Gu out of the corner of her eye, her expression shifted instantly. She threw herself into Mrs. Gu’s arms, sobbing, “How can Sis say that about me? I’m doing this for her own good. Brother Chengwei never liked her, I just wanted her to give up sooner…”

Mrs. Gu’s face showed disapproval. She held the girl protectively and sighed softly. “Tingting, you’re going too far. You should apologize to Xiaoxiao; she has been far too patient with you.”

The gentle, lovable sister who has endured her wicked, ill-tempered older sister for years. What a lovely story.

Mockery flashed through Gu Xiaoting’s eyes, but her smile remained impeccable. “I don’t believe I’ve done anything wrong. From my earliest memories until now, the person who truly needs to apologize is Gu Xiaoxiao.”

She imitated Mrs. Gu, letting out a soft, fragrant sigh. “But since I’m so magnanimous, I suppose I’ll just have to forgive her. After all, intelligent people never argue with the mentally deficient.”

As she finished, she tapped her temple with her pinky finger, looking utterly helpless for them.

Gu Xiaoxiao: “…”

Her face contorted for a split second, and she had to grit her teeth to hold back. What did Gu Xiaoting mean? Who was she calling a ‘moron’? What was that gesture? How dare she treat me like this?! This crazy woman must have lost her mind from the breakup!

Gu Xiaoting checked the time. Not wanting to waste any more energy on them, she turned and left without another word.

The place Rong Bailu had chosen was a bar in the city center. The sign at the entrance featured cursive English that translated to “Violet.”

When she entered, Rong Bailu was chatting with a young female bartender. “Jiaojiao, over here!”

It was past 9:00 PM. The sky outside had darkened, and the bar’s lighting had shifted accordingly. Laser lights from the stage swept across the room, casting a kaleidoscope of colors that made one dizzy.

The original owner and Rong Bailu were regulars at Violet; almost everyone there knew them, and even those who didn’t had heard of Gu Xiaoting. Tonight’s bartender was new. Having heard countless rumors about the name “Gu Xiaoting”—and having Rong Bailu talk her ear off all afternoon—she was naturally curious.

Seeing her in person now, the bartender couldn’t help but stare.

The lady who just walked in sat on a high barstool. Her fingers gripped the stem of a glass, her right hand gently swirling it so the liquid inside swayed like a sunset over a restless ocean. Her posture was lazy, showing little real interest in her surroundings. Her features were cold and refined—she should have been an unattainable ice beauty—yet the cocktail in her hand created a deceptive illusion of fiery passion.

The bartender was a young girl; after a few glances, her heart skipped a beat. She thought dazed, Rong Bailu was right, Jiang Chengwei really is blind. Gu Xiaoting’s current appearance… even as a woman, she felt a slight itch in her heart—part jealousy, part envy, and entirely captivating.

With this thought, the bartender became even more convinced that Jiang Chengwei was a fool. Giving up such a flower-like beauty to chase some “White Moonlight”? Hilarious.

Despite her thoughts, the bartender shifted slightly to the side, feeling a sudden sense of inferiority in the presence of such a superior “kind.”

Gu Xiaoting noticed her movement out of the corner of her eye and let out an abrupt, curved smile. A young girl’s thoughts were the easiest to guess—they were transparent before her. The bartender’s thoughts were written clearly on her face, making it hard not to laugh.

Rong Bailu was already drunk, slumped on the counter and mumbling to herself. Gu Xiaoting’s gaze drifted further toward the stage, where a rock singer was belting out a song. The raspy, smoky voice combined with the thumping bass was invigorating.

Having been in this book for nearly a month, it was only now that she realized she truly had a new life. A moment later, she thought: Why am I thinking about this? Drink while there’s wine to be had. Why come to a bar and get philosophical?

The bartender had served her seven or eight rounds. Hearing her list off a string of strong spirits made the girl’s heart tremble. Just as she was about to mix the next one, a hand waved her off.

That hand was pale and clean, the fingertips like white scallions or tender tofu. It gripped the slender stem of a glass, pressing down on the bartender’s hand.

The bartender froze. She looked up; the lady’s eyes were misty, the corners of her lids flushed with a lingering crimson. Her pupils, which had looked clear even under the lasers, were now blurred with a deep, dark texture.

“Are you… drunk?”

Gu Xiaoting didn’t speak. She simply pursed her red lips slightly toward the girl—lips made wet and shimmering by the alcohol—and let out a soft, “Shhh.”

The bartender stood dazed as she heard her say: “Noisy.”

Gu Xiaoting turned away, her gaze scanning the bar aimlessly until it caught on a specific corner. She looked directly at a figure standing there.

The lights in the bar were dim and that spot was near a corner, so the person’s face was unclear. One could only make out a blurred silhouette—tall, seemingly a woman. A piece of light gray fabric fluttered from the shadows as if blown by a draft, like a delicate flower.

From across the room, Gu Xiaoting could still feel the person’s gaze fixed on her, unmoving.

In the distance, a light swept over, happening to fall on the person’s face. The snow-white skin seemed to glow; her features were like a painting, her gaze deep and far-reaching.

Beside her, Rong Bailu’s slurred voice drifted over. “Jiaojiao, what are you looking at… eh? There’s nobody there…”

“I have things to do. I’ve called your driver.”

Gu Xiaoting slid off the barstool and navigated through the crowd, her eyes fixed forward. She dodged a few drunkards trying to lean in and eventually reached a shadowed corner. There were no lights here; everything looked dark and gray.

Gu Xiaoting took two steps forward and bumped into someone.

Her body tilted to the side, and she leaned against the wall, looking up. Her face still wore that half-smile, but her pupils were clearly clouded by the alcohol.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?”

She looked over. The person she had just bumped into stood in the shadows. At the end of the hallway was a window that wasn’t fully closed; the night wind blew in, rustling a light gray skirt out from the darkness.

Gu Xiaoting’s pupils reflected the figure. She was truly a bit drunk, her head heavy and muddled; she couldn’t quite explain what she was doing. The curve of her lips seemed fixed, unable to be pulled down. Being drunk made her smile carry a lazy, scattered air, while the light in her eyes was full of captivating affection.

She spoke carelessly.

“Isn’t that right? Sister Huai.”