Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 11

Dealing with a love-struck brain like that was incredibly easy. Yan Qingqiu’s performance was so flawless and vivid that it was impossible to tell she was setting a trap for Luo Xi.

Luo Xi was gloating, hurling a barrage of obnoxious insults at her.

Yan Qingqiu let the anger get to her head, her fists clenching tighter and tighter.

Su Xingjie gripped her wrist and pulled her back. “Alright, Qiu-bao, let’s just ignore her. Don’t start a fight.”

If Su Xingjie hadn’t held her back, Yan Qingqiu would have probably rushed forward to tear Luo Xi’s face apart. Luo Xi deliberately slammed her card into the hands of a nearby staff member. “Go, put a label on this painting and stick my name on it.”

The assistant looked at Yan Qingqiu, then at Luo Xi, completely at a loss. Neither of these two was someone they could afford to offend.

“Xiao Xue, go ahead and tag the painting for Miss Luo. I’ll handle things here.” Song Qingre walked over and stood between them, placing a hand on Yan Qingqiu’s shoulder. Yan Qingqiu instinctively trembled slightly and leaned into her embrace. Seeing that she was about to embarrass herself again, she immediately tilted her head and barked a threat at Luo Xi: “You just wait.”

Luo Xi wasn’t about to wait for her. She pointed out several paintings in one breath—buy, buy, buy. She didn’t care about a mere million or so at all.

Song Qingre patted her shoulder. “Alright.” With that, she wrapped her arm around Yan Qingqiu’s shoulder, forcing Su Xingjie, who had been holding Yan Qingqiu’s wrist, to let go.

Song Qingre took Yan Qingqiu’s hand and led her away from the scene.

Su Xingjie frowned from the sidelines, sensing that something was off.

There were too many onlookers, so Song Qingre’s secretary and assistant stepped up to smooth things over. “There’s nothing we can do, really. It’s mostly because Qingre’s paintings are too wonderful, so everyone loves them.”

“Yes, the paintings on display today are all masterpieces. We never expected everyone to start arguing over them. This is truly our fault.”

The painting was definitely taken by Luo Xi, but how to appease the other one? It wouldn’t be good to offend either of these two.

Tsk.

The incident where Song Qingre was force-kissed wasn’t a secret in their social circle. When it happened, it trended instantly and blew up, becoming even more viral than Yan Qingqiu beating Fu Ye’s head crooked. However, someone had bought out the media, causing the topic to flash across the trending page only briefly.

Yan Qingqiu was led to a sofa further inside. Song Qingre knelt slightly before her and said, “Alright, don’t cry. Shall I take you to see the other paintings?”

Hearing her speak, Yan Qingqiu actually felt a wave of genuine grievance. If she had the money to buy out this entire place, she wouldn’t have to suffer like this…

“No need, I’m not angry at all.”

She had gotten too immersed in the acting, and tears actually began to spill out.

Yan Qingqiu immediately tried to salvage her pride: “I did it on purpose.”

“Mm, you’re smarter than her.”

Song Qingre smiled faintly, leaning down to grab a tissue to hand to her. When Yan Qingqiu didn’t take it, Song Qingre lowered her head and gently wiped the tears away for her.

Her tone and movements were so tender that Yan Qingqiu’s heart thrashed violently, as if she had just downed several cups of coffee. It was a bit too sweet; Song Qingre was simply too gentle.

Yan Qingqiu felt like she was doomed. She was about to start getting lustful again.

“Which painting do you like? I’ll give it to you as a gift, how about that?” Song Qingre lowered her voice. “Take your pick.”

Yan Qingqiu’s eyes lit up slightly as her gaze swept across a painting on the nearby wall. She said smartly, “How about this: I’ll take one of your paintings to write off that one million yuan, and we’ll call it even.”

“Huh? If it’s like that, then no.” Song Qingre shook her head and said, “Money is money, and art is art. I’m giving you a painting out of gratitude, not to make money off of you. We artists have integrity; you’re being insulting.”

“I—how is this an insult? This is a reciprocal exchange of courtesy.” Yan Qingqiu was so flustered by her words that she started to stammer. “This way we clear the debt and coexist peacefully.”

“Oh, you gave me a million yuan, helped me sell my paintings, and then… well, it couldn’t be that you just wanted me to kiss you that day? You’re running a charity here.”

Song Qingre furrowed her brows and let out a heavy sigh. “Alright, since you’ve sacrificed so much, I might as well offer myself to you. Tonight, you can do whatever you like with me.”

“…”

Yan Qingqiu pursed her lips, looking at her sexy outfit today. She swallowed hard and said, “No need. You should just return the money. Let’s maintain a strict financial and physical relationship.”

The moment she finished speaking, she heard a chuckle.

Song Qingre hooked her lips. “Fine, then think about what gift you want and let me know. Consider it my thanks.” Her voice dropped low. “I know you were helping me just now.”

Yan Qingqiu wasn’t stupid; helping someone should come with returns.

She didn’t decline. This was just like getting a free gift during a mall sale—you’d be a fool not to take it. Who knows, it might save her life one day.

She nodded. “Go attend to your business. I want some quiet.”

“Who is ‘Quiet’?” Song Qingre countered.

Yan Qingqiu didn’t expect her to pull out such an old pun. It was cheesy, but it made her really want to laugh.

Su Xingjie walked over and saw Yan Qingqiu being coaxed into a smile, her eyes sparkling. She had listened to their exchange in a complete daze. What was this about the flesh and the soul?

Song Qingre lifted her eyes to look at Su Xingjie. Su Xingjie felt a slight chill run through her body, but she braced herself and said, “We still need to buy paintings. Go attend to your work; I’ve got her covered here.”

Song Qingre’s assistant also approached, saying that several bosses were looking for her to explain the artwork. Song Qingre stood up and said, “Alright, then I’ll trouble you to look after Qiuqiu. If you need anything, just call me. Xiao Xue, go fetch two glasses of water.”

After Song Qingre left, a staff member delivered the refreshments: two drinks, one a citrus sparkling water and the other a white tea. The staff member handed the citrus sparkling water to Yan Qingqiu.

Su Xingjie held a perfectly ordinary cup in her hand, staring at the triangular glass goblet in Yan Qingqiu’s hand, which even came with a glass straw.

“?” Talk about double standards.

While they browsed, Su Xingjie kept her eyes glued to that glass.

Two paintings hung in the most prominent spot of the exhibition center, completely devoid of price tags. One was of falling snow—a vast expanse of white with a few scattered black dots in the center. Looking at it, Yan Qingqiu had only one thought: Is this what art is? If it’s just this, I could draw it too!

The other painting was one Yan Qingqiu recognized—it was the one featuring the rose bush and the plum tree.

She stared at it, spellbound.

A nearby staff member took the initiative to introduce it to her: “This piece was created by Miss Song during her university years, and it’s also her earliest work. She said it represents the most memorable scene in her life. It later clinched three gold awards.”

Yan Qingqiu inquired about the price, but the staff member shook their head, saying it had no price and wasn’t for sale.

During this time, they ran into Luo Xi again. Luo Xi bought four paintings in one breath right in front of her, practically walking with a gust of wind. Luo Xi was ecstatic; by buying the paintings, she felt like a deity superior to Song Qingre, and since Yan Qingqiu had been scolded into submission by her earlier, it felt like an absolute victory.

Yan Qingqiu clicked her tongue, shaking her head internally.

Such a fine girl, why does she have to be a brainless romantic?

After circling around twice more, Yan Qingqiu pulled out a calculator to tally up the prices, calculating how much money Song Qingre had made and whether she could afford to repay her the one million yuan. It looked like Song Qingre had pulled in about three million today.

One million to settle the debt, one million to cover Song Qingre’s costs, and one million in profit—that should be enough, right? But what if her studio needed capital to operate…

Sigh, it’s still not enough.

As she was calculating, she realized it was getting late. The two went to the makeup room. Su Xingjie held her lipstick, observing Yan Qingqiu, and said softly, “Bao’er, the way Song Qingre treats you is a little bit unusual.”

Yan Qingqiu denied it, “Not at all.”

Yan Qingqiu hadn’t brought a bag today. In the real world, she rarely wore makeup; with her meager salary, one or two lipsticks for work were more than enough.

Su Xingjie pulled out an unopened lipstick to give to her. Yan Qingqiu caught sight of a measuring tape inside her bag and said, “Let me borrow that for a second.”

“You want to measure your bust?” Su Xingjie had tailored plenty of clothes for her in the past and knew her measurements inside out. “I know your exact size. I—isn’t it just…” She gasped in shock. “Heavens, you’re having secondary development! You’ve suddenly grown this much? You’re almost catching up to me.”

Hearing those words terrified Yan Qingqiu. She lowered her eyes to look at Su Xingjie’s figure, seeing how arrogant her claim of “catching up” truly was.

She was too embarrassed to admit that today, whenever she came into contact with Song Qingre, her chest would ache with a tight, swollen sensation, becoming exceptionally sensitive.

It had actually grown two centimeters larger than before. Oh god…

Just then, the door opened.

Song Qingre stood at the entrance, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the two of them.

Yan Qingqiu instantly snapped her gaze back and stood straight.

Song Qingre looked at them, her lips curving into a smile. She didn’t speak; she merely picked up a lipstick to touch up her lips. After finishing her makeup, the gaze she directed at them turned even more complex, and she gave Yan Qingqiu a nod.

Once she left, Su Xingjie whispered to Yan Qingqiu, “Was she looking down on you for having a small chest? Or was she saying: ‘You actually dare to fool around behind my back, you’re dead meat’?”

Yan Qingqiu was stunned: Sister, was it really that obvious?

Su Xingjie read her expression perfectly and said, “It’s incredibly obvious. In the past, whenever she looked at us, her eyes wouldn’t even wander—she treated us like thin air. Now, not only is her gaze lingering, but when she looks at you, she checks out your chest first. When she looks at me, she only looks at my face. This is definitely a double standard.”

“What if your chest is just small?”

Su Xingjie looked down at herself and said, “Bao’er, did you forget? I’m an Omega; I’m naturally larger than you Alphas by birth.”

“Since you understand so well, I won’t hide it from you anymore.”

“Are you and Song Qingre going to bury the hatchet?” Su Xingjie still remembered the incident where she force-kissed Song Qingre, sensing that it went far deeper than that. “It couldn’t be that you’ve caught feelings for each other, right?”

“—No, why are you being so wild with your words the moment you open your mouth?” Yan Qingqiu pulled this self-proclaimed expert closer. Naturally, she couldn’t mention her saintly behavior, as that would completely ruin her character’s identity. Instead, she brought out the standard villainous persona: “Of course it’s to ruin Song Qingre, to bring her completely under my control so she can never escape my grasp, and to toy with her brutally.”

“You’re being far too cruel.” Su Xingjie warned her earnestly, “If you ever fall into her hands one day, you’ll be beaten to death.”

“Don’t speak such depressing words.” Yan Qingqiu rolled up the measuring tape and handed it back to her. Su Xingjie pulled the door open, her footsteps pausing slightly, and then she tilted her head to look at Yan Qingqiu.

Yan Qingqiu frowned and took two steps forward, instantly spotting Song Qingre. Her toes dragged against the floor as she nimbly braced herself against the doorframe, managing to stand firm before her body could go completely limp.

Song Qingre hadn’t played by the usual rules; she hadn’t left after stepping out. Song Qingre glanced toward her, an ambiguous smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Are you having fun?”

What did that mean?

Yan Qingqiu instantly found it difficult to breathe. Her mind raced, and she said with complete composure, “I’m having fun. I don’t have any other hobbies; I just happen to like big chests.”

After saying it, Yan Qingqiu felt absolutely ecstatic.

As an Alpha, Song Qingre definitely wouldn’t be as large as an Omega. When the time came, she could just say, “Song Qingre, you’re completely outside my preferences. Let’s terminate our sugar baby contract.” Wouldn’t the problem be resolved effortlessly then?

The art exhibition lasted for a total of three days, and today’s session concluded at dusk.

Yan Qingqiu walked straight out of the exhibition hall. Failing to see her family car, she frowned and called the butler. He picked up quickly, saying, “Didn’t Miss Song say you wanted her to drive you back? She even said that if she didn’t drive you today, you’d give her a hard time.”

It certainly matched her usual tone.

But she hadn’t said that at all! Butler, you’re being way too unprofessional!

As she was thinking, Song Qingre walked over. After a long day of work, she looked quite exhausted. Twirling her car keys in her hand, she said, “Mm, I was the one who told Uncle Dong. Let’s head back together. It’s a perfect time for us to discuss the contract.”

Su Xingjie was quite shocked. She knew Song Qingre was staying at Yan Qingqiu’s estate, but she hadn’t expected her to stay for two whole weeks. Sensing something was amiss, she asked, “Do you want to come stay at my place instead?”

Yan Qingqiu was just about to nod.

Song Qingre got into her car, turning on the headlights. The window rolled down, revealing half of her face as she said, “It’s like this: I received several transfers today. Can I pay you back to void the clauses of the contract? I prefer not to be toyed with by you…”

“Deal.” Yan Qingqiu snapped up the offer instantly. “Xingjie, I’m going to discuss some matters with her.”

Yan Qingqiu opened the car door. She lowered her head to fasten her seatbelt, intending to say something more, but Song Qingre immediately accelerated and drove off.

As long as the two of them finalized the contract matters, it would be fine.

However, intuition told her that Song Qingre was angry.

Was she angry because she had just said she liked big chests?

Surely not…

The car began to speed rapidly, only slowing down later as the sky outside gradually turned dark.

Song Qingre said, “The art exhibition was quite busy, so I haven’t had the chance to thank you properly yet. I appreciate your help with today’s matters.”

Her tone carried a profound exhaustion beneath its gentleness. “I know about Luo Xi’s scheme, and Fu Ye knows it too. But Fu Ye wanted to make sure my paintings wouldn’t sell so that I’d be easily controlled by him in the future.”

The male lead was truly disgusting, and being the female lead was quite difficult.

Midway through the drive, the car pulled to a stop.

Yan Qingqiu had been admiring the scenery. She tilted her head to look at Song Qingre. Song Qingre kept her hands on the steering wheel, her fingertips tapping against it gently.

“What’s wrong? Why did you stop driving?”

She caught the sound of Song Qingre letting out a soft sigh.

“Sigh. Originally, I thought you appreciated art and intended to gift you a few pieces. I never expected your tastes to run like this. This was my mistake; I should have anticipated it. Given how intense your libido is and how perverted you are, I still can’t match up to you.”

“?”

Yan Qingqiu was completely lost in a haze, but as the mist cleared, comprehension dawned on her heart, and she instantly felt a wave of foreboding.

Song Qingre pulled open the glove compartment, and several measuring tapes tumbled out.

“Sigh.”

Yan Qingqiu’s body began to tremble. She could only shrink backward, shaking off the measuring tapes that had fallen on her. “You—you’re an artist, can’t you maintain a bit of integrity?”

“Art is something that refuses to feel shame on the surface; it only feels shame within the heart.”

Yan Qingqiu blinked.

Good grief, she couldn’t understand a thing. “What does that mean?”

“Even though my flesh is being toyed with by you, my heart remains pure.”

“I… that’s not it.” Yan Qingqiu felt even dazier, pointing at the contract resting on the center console. “Didn’t you say you were returning the money? Why are you dragging rewards into this again?”

“Yes, but we can’t conflate returning the money with rewards,” Song Qingre said.

There was something wrong with that logic. Just as Yan Qingqiu was about to scrutinize it, she was interrupted again.

“Qiuqiu, the atmosphere has already been built up to this point.” Song Qingre narrowed her eyes, sizing her up from head to toe as her fingers rubbed against the steering wheel. Her gaze landed on Yan Qingqiu’s face, and she said seriously, “Could it be that… you’re actually impotent?”