Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 13

Song Qingre was very close to her. Yan Qingqiu’s legs slipped down several times, and she lifted them back up again, shifting inward and curling up at the edge of the bed. Song Qingre recalled, “Speaking of which, during the first two days after I came back, you kept taking off your clothes in your sleep… Did something happen to you?”

Yan Qingqiu stopped struggling.

She was also curious about what had happened during those two days.

Song Qingre said, “I have a way to make you feel as comfortable as you did during those two days.”

Afraid that she would burn through the night, Yan Qingqiu had specifically dressed very lightly when resting: a small tank top and tiny shorts. As she twisted around, her skin was all exposed.

Song Qingre’s pale, slender fingers tapped against the pillow. “It’s not like I haven’t helped you before. You kept taking off your clothes in the middle of the night and crawling onto me. You really don’t remember?” She leaned down, narrowing her eyes to look at Yan Qingqiu’s expression.

Yan Qingqiu avoided her. “…No.”

“Don’t you want to clearly experience it once?”

Yan Qingqiu pressed her forehead against the pillow and let out a muffled groan. The fire caught in her throat died down, and she breathed out.

An adult’s struggle was only symbolic.

Once she lay there limply and did not move, anyone could immediately understand.

Song Qingre got up and circled from this side to the other side of the bed before sitting down. Her fingers first rested on Yan Qingqiu’s shoulder. The moment they touched, she felt the heat of Yan Qingqiu’s body. Her fingertips teased lightly, neither too gently nor too heavily. “Don’t stay tense for so long. Lower your head.”

The person lying limp on the bed let out a muffled sound. Her head slowly, slowly lowered. The golden hair scattered over her shoulders was brushed aside, and cool fingers landed on the back of her neck, kneading that soft patch of flesh.

“Have you gone to the hospital?” Song Qingre asked.

Yan Qingqiu wanted to say yes, but she was afraid someone would discover she was pretending to be an Alpha, so she simply pretended not to hear. Her forehead stayed pressed against the pillow.

Another half hour passed. Song Qingre asked in a gentle voice, “Is your susceptible period really here?”

She was sweating from the heat and about to fall asleep.

Yan Qingqiu said dully, “What else could it be?”

“It’s different from mine,” Song Qingre said.

Yan Qingqiu’s heart jolted. Luckily, her head was buried in the pillow and hidden tightly. She calmly asked, “What are you like when you go into heat?”

Suddenly, it felt as if she had been touched.

Like a feather brushing past, tracing her outline.

So comfortable.

But it also seemed as if there was nothing there, making everything feel empty and strange.

Song Qingre had crossed the line, but… but… she liked it.

She’s touching me. She’s touching me…

Time passed slowly. The comfort her body felt made her narrow her eyes and drift to sleep. During that time, her neck felt cool. She reached back to touch it and felt that something was stuck to the back of her neck. She quickly tried to take it off. The doctor had said she was not a real Alpha, so there were some medicines she could not use casually.

“What are you panicking for? That’s a cooling patch.”

Song Qingre’s voice sounded from behind her.

Yan Qingqiu was shocked. She turned her head and followed the sound. Song Qingre stood by the window. Scattered white moonlight fell on her shoulders. She held a syringe, touching her long, slender neck. Her eyes were red, like a beast that had abandoned reason.

The way they went into heat really was different.

Her thumb pressed against the end of the syringe. The needle pierced a certain part of her neck, and she injected the liquid into her gland. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and as her brows furrowed tightly, the liquid emptied out.

She did not look at Yan Qingqiu.

Yan Qingqiu’s eyes fell on the outline of her side profile. She was gentle yet carried coldness, standing silently by the window. A moment later, she used a tissue to wipe away the seeping blood.

Yan Qingqiu’s heart rippled faintly.

“Sleep early.” Song Qingre’s hand holding the syringe hung down. She walked from the window toward the outside. Her shadow was stretched long by the light, extending all the way to the door.

The door opened and closed. She left, but Yan Qingqiu was still staring in that direction.

It felt stuffy. So strange.

At this moment, she was thinking: if she used this body to have something happen with Song Qingre, then to her, to “her,” and to Song Qingre, what would that count as?

But… she really wanted to do it.

Fatal.

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The weather was as hot and stifling as ever. The gardener had sprayed the courtyard early in the morning until everything was damp, raising the villa’s comfort level by another degree. A few birds greedy for cool air perched on the fence wall, chirping for the entire morning.

Yan Qingqiu was full of energy, her whole body vigorous.

It was the last day of the art exhibition. Yan Qingqiu thought she should go again and calculate how much money Song Qingre had earned, so that later she could make Song Qingre pay her back.

Yan Qingqiu asked the system: [How long until the plot point?]

System: [This plot point has not been triggered yet. Host, please don’t be nervous. Just pass through it safely. Oh, right, let me tell you some good news. Your current plot exploration has accumulated to 42%. You only need 8% more to obtain a reward.]

Yan Qingqiu was not anxious about exploring the plot. Right now, she had no desire to explore. What if she discovered that so-and-so was a pervert, or discovered the plot where she had to cut out her gland?

Heh. No need.

It would be very good if she naturally obtained the remaining 8% plot progress.

Yan Qingqiu picked up her bag and put in a few cosmetics. Downstairs, the butler had just hung up the phone and turned to tell her, “Sir called just now.”

Yan Qingqiu stopped walking, panic rising in her heart. “Why did he call?”

“He asked whether you had no money to spend, and how you could go to the art exhibition and argue, yet still lose. Embarrassing,” the butler said honestly.

Yan Qingqiu felt unhappy. Could this father not say things directly? Did he have to make the butler pass on the message? What made her even angrier was that this matter had actually been spread around. It was definitely Luo Xi’s doing.

The butler continued, “Sir said he’ll give you two million to spend first. Is that enough?”

Yan Qingqiu’s eyes brightened slightly. The moment there was money, she immediately stopped being angry. She hummed. “Daddy still loves me. I’ll reluctantly spend this two million for now.”

When the butler handed the card over, he saw Yan Qingqiu biting her lip, looking so happy she could almost fly. The butler said, “You should thank Sir yourself. Sir definitely cares about you. In the future, anger him less, understand?”

“I know.” Yan Qingqiu took the card. Just as she was about to kiss it, she remembered that last time, she had kissed the card, and before it even warmed in her hand, she had directly given it away.

Mm~ unlucky.

The butler also handed her a piece of paper. “The update is ready.”

Yan Qingqiu pinched the paper and jogged out the door. While running, she said she would give him a reward. Her whole body was brimming with smiles. She was so happy and lively that it was truly healing.

Only after the car left did the butler return to his senses and call to make an appointment for the family doctor to come over. When Miss Song left in the morning, she had specifically said it was for a physical examination.

When Yan Qingqiu arrived, Su Xingjie, who had agreed to meet her, was already there.

Su Xingjie walked closer and looked her up and down suspiciously. “Did you come today to help Song Qingre sell paintings again?”

“No.”

Su Xingjie breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Qingqiu said happily, “I came to buy paintings.”

Su Xingjie’s feelings were very complicated. It was as if she had guessed correctly, yet also as if she had not. She said, “Fine. I prepared money. Later, when you go in, buy whatever you want. Song Qingre’s paintings are still quite valuable. Buying one or two is fine…”

She took a card from her bag. “There’s one million in here. Use it first.”

“!”

Was she being doted on by everyone? Was this what it was?

Yan Qingqiu felt a little embarrassed. She looked left and right, saw no one, then lowered her voice and said, “My dad gave me two million. I can use it however I want. Later, when we go in, we can buy whatever we want.”

But what are you after?

Su Xingjie looked at her even more suspiciously.

Yan Qingqiu said, “You don’t need to give it to me. I can’t accept a reward without doing anything.”

Su Xingjie said softly, “You weren’t like this before.” In the past, the two of them spent each other’s money all the time. Yan Qingqiu had taken who knew how much money from her.

It was not safe to talk about money while standing at the entrance, so they talked as they walked.

Su Xingjie said, “How about this? I’ll still give you this money. Later, I need to shoot a set of seasonal new clothes. Come help me shoot it.”

Yan Qingqiu was a little tempted. “But I don’t have any photography experience.”

“As the model. I’ll give you five hundred thousand as a deposit first.”

Yan Qingqiu could not hide the shock in her eyes. Being a model made this much money?

Su Xingjie pinched her hair, hooking a strand between her fingers. “Yes. Come to my company the day after tomorrow. We’ll shoot a set of promotional photos then. Take the money first. After you finish buying paintings, won’t your hands be empty?”

Having a rich bestie like this doting on her felt like a dream. Yan Qingqiu was very moved, but when Su Xingjie gave her money, she still firmly shook her head and did not take it. “Give me the money after the photos are taken. Forget it for now. My dad gave me money. But if you still need my help with the shoot, I can go. Work is important. Don’t change anything just because of me.”

Su Xingjie was lost and did not understand what she meant.

How could she know that five hundred thousand was not a small amount to Yan Qingqiu, a former corporate slave whose monthly salary had been three thousand? She did not dare take it and spend in advance. In reality, if Yan Qingqiu had encountered difficulty and borrowed five hundred from someone, she would have had to repay it from next month’s salary, and then for the following one or two months, she would not be able to live normally. If she was unlucky and encountered something else, she would not even have enough to eat.

Su Xingjie thought for a moment and asked, “Song Qingre is still living at your house?”

Yan Qingqiu nodded. “My dad allowed it. So annoying.”

Su Xingjie looked at her in surprise. According to Yan Qingqiu’s previous personality, if she hated Song Qingre, shouldn’t she have directly kicked her out?

“How about this… When the time comes, come to my company, then stay at my house for a few days. We haven’t played together in a long time either. I’ll cover your expenses. As for matters between you, Fu Ye, and Song Qingre, wait until your dad comes back to discuss them. You’ve offended quite a few people these past two days. I’m afraid you’ll get beaten up when you go out, especially by Luo Xi. I asked someone about it. She spent five million here.” Su Xingjie held up five fingers and then felt someone staring at her, the cold light chilling. At first, she thought Luo Xi had heard her. When she turned her head, she discovered it was Song Qingre.

Song Qingre stood on the second floor, smiling at them. Beneath her long lashes, her eyes were tempered with cold light. Her face looked smiling, but in reality, the warning meaning was extremely strong.

If not for the fact that these two used to be mortal enemies who had fought over a man until both were badly hurt, Su Xingjie would suspect Song Qingre was saying to her: Stay away from my woman.

Yan Qingqiu’s reappearance shocked everyone in the exhibition.

She had not come yesterday, so everyone had thought she had chickened out.

Yan Qingqiu strode forward, looking arrogant as if she had returned for revenge.

Everyone immediately looked at Luo Xi again. Luo Xi originally had not planned to come today, but Fu Ye was here, so she could only dress herself up and reluctantly come along.

When the two met this time, the sense of conflict was even stronger than last time.

This time, Yan Qingqiu held a card in her hand, her chin raised. She did not put anyone in her eyes. Fu Ye had been staring at her the whole time and had his secretary come over to speak with Yan Qingqiu.

“Miss Yan, our president said that on the last day of the exhibition, the media is here, so you’d better not cause trouble today. If there’s any painting you like, just take it. Put everything under his name. If the money isn’t enough, just give a number.”

“…” Another person sending money?

Unfortunately, Yan Qingqiu did not accept his kindness. She only sent a few lines back to them.

The secretary returned with a strange expression. Fu Ye put on a lofty air. “Does she know she was wrong? Did she say she wants to apologize to me?”

“No. Miss Yan said for you to get lost. She said you’re a toad that jumped out of a well, that you want to eat swan meat without even looking in the mirror, that just seeing you makes her feel sick, and that when she thinks back to the days she liked you, she wants to slap herself. Whoever likes you has something wrong with their brain, and you’d better go to the hospital to test your IQ. A man stepping on three or four boats at once will sooner or later split himself apart, be torn apart by cars, and suffer heavenly punishment. A disgusting man who even thinks of using the exhibition to pressure someone should have his gland cut out. You deserve to go bankrupt, bankrupt, bankrupt. She also said she has something to give Miss Luo…”

The secretary was full of emotion as he spoke. He took a breath and continued, “Luo Xi, you love-brained fool, you deserve to be deceived by a scumbag. A man even dogs don’t want is only wanted by you!”

“All right, enough!”

Fu Ye was furious, so angry his head hurt. Yet he could not help looking at Yan Qingqiu.

That woman was playing hard-to-get again. He had had enough!

These past two days, Luo Xi had been rather fired up. People around her had clearly told her she had been tricked. At first, she did not believe it. Now, after hearing this, she almost spat blood.

Now that she knew she had been tricked by Yan Qingqiu, even if she had woken up, it was too late. She could not possibly go around saying that Yan Qingqiu had tricked her.

Even worse, no matter where she went, she could see that blond bitch in the crowd buying, buying, buying. Every move she made was more grand than Luo Xi’s.

If Yan Qingqiu bought, then Luo Xi had to buy even more. The media was looking for material, and aside from Song Qingre’s paintings, the two young ladies from the Luo and Yan families buying paintings had also become a highlight.

When Song Qingre opened the exhibition, she had never intended to sell all the paintings. Some paintings had to be kept as the face of the studio, so that when the studio opened in the future, there would be things to use for publicity.

So the two of them bought until the studio refused to sell anymore.

Yan Qingqiu swaggered home, already thinking of the caption she would post on Moments.

Song Qingre had been busy with the exhibition wrap-up and contracts the whole time. Hearing the assistant talk about the battle between the two young ladies, she said, “Go give that painting, Golden Hair, to Miss Yan.”

“Isn’t that one not for sale?” the assistant asked.

“Just give it to her. The exhibition’s sales were this good thanks to her too.”

Not only had many paintings been sold, several had even been bid up and taken away at several times their original price. Art was like this. When no one cared, it was worse than roadside straw. Once people started arguing over it, it could reach a sky-high price.

The staff member was about to go down when she added, “Just say that she bought it.”

When Yan Qingqiu returned home, she had the butler hang all the paintings on the wall. She took many photos, sat on the sofa, and began editing her caption.

[I just got home and found the whole house covered in paintings. I’m speechless. Why does my dad always hang museum stuff on the walls? It’s not trendy at all. I told the butler to take them all down and replace them with new ones. The butler even argued with me, saying one of them is worth hundreds of millions. If not for the fact that he graduated from Harvard and knows martial arts, I’d really want to send him to art school for further study. Buying paintings is just for fun. The thing I lack least in this life is money. I just need some modern oil paintings to cultivate myself. So annoying. He actually used a few hundred million to measure art.]

She was extremely caught up in it. She even had to take a photo.

After posting, there was immediately a like.

It was Song Qingre.

Song Qingre also commented: [You’re right, @Uncle Dong · Butler]

Yan Qingqiu’s face heated up, her toes curling against the floor. She felt that Song Qingre had done it on purpose. She immediately typed below: [Please pay me back.]

After sending it, she felt it was not quite right. Everyone was in the same circle. What if others saw it? Emmmmm… Better to private message.

Shouldn’t Song Qingre be the one taking the initiative to find her?

But after calculating again and again…

Yan Qingqiu figured it out. She was a living bodhisattva.

Fortunately, the other side sent a message. At the same time, there was also a transfer notification above it: [Song Qingre transferred 10,000 yuan to you.]

Yan Qingqiu immediately tapped to accept the payment, and the bodhisattva light around her lessened greatly.

Song Qingre: [Should we continue the topic from before and talk about how I’ll repay the debt? If you don’t want money, you can still do this and that to me. I’ll obey you.]

Yan Qingqiu definitely did not want to drag things out. Keeping Song Qingre was a pit. Now, almost two weeks had passed!

Actually, money was not the problem. The problem was that she felt her body was becoming increasingly unwell.

“You should know too. The paintings sold at the exhibition all go through contracts. Some money arrives quickly, some comes slowly, and some payments still need to be settled. How about this: once the payments arrive, I’ll take out 20% of the profit and pay you back. If there’s money, I’ll pay you two hundred thousand. In special cases, I’ll pay you one hundred thousand. Calculating it all, more or less… I can pay you back within a week at the fastest.” Song Qingre sent a voice message.

Her voice was so attractive.

Warm and gentle. Yan Qingqiu listened to it twice in a row.

Yan Qingqiu asked, “Then what if you can’t pay it back?”

If her body allowed it, she would definitely, definitely make Song Qingre serve her. Thinking about how she had been hiding from Song Qingre all this time because of her gland, it really was too much of a loss. If she could get past this plot point and keep her again, that would be great.

Song Qingre was silent for a moment. “I can do some handicraft work on the side to offset the interest.”

“!” This was good. Yesterday’s handicraft work had not gone wrong.

Song Qingre’s tone lowered a little more. Through the phone, her laughter was somewhat teasing. [You can calculate how much that kind of handicraft work can offset. I’ll deduct it on my side first.]

Yan Qingqiu had never enjoyed a massage before. In the past, when she passed by blind massage parlors on her way home from work, she had seen the advertisements. Although Song Qingre’s finger technique only stayed on the surface and did not go deep inside, it absolutely had the charm and skill of a gold-medal technician.

Yan Qingqiu gave the highest price: [198!]

Afraid Song Qingre would become arrogant, she added: [You’re not allowed to be proud!]

Author’s Note:

I’ll say it on Little Qiu’s behalf. What she actually wanted to send was: “not especially deep handiwork skills.” I made it more tactful because she’s rather shy. Hahahaha.

The one million doesn’t need to be repaid. She can work it off until old age.

And so, in order to repay the debt, Miss Song goes to a certain someone’s room every day to do handicraft work.

A one-hour massage for 198 should count as very high, right? After all, she didn’t use any particularly special techniques! I’m serious!