Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 15

Song Qingre’s voice was so seductive that Yan Qingqiu’s ears heated up. She held her phone for a long time, too embarrassed to keep writing. By the time she came back to her senses, ten minutes had already passed.

She pressed her fingers against her chest. Her heart was beating rhythmically because of Song Qingre’s words. After touching her heart, she listened to it again, and the fingers holding the pen tightened slightly.

Yan Qingqiu pressed the voice message button. “Human body painting.”

After sending it, she realized it sounded improper and immediately withdrew it.

Another message came from the other side.

“I heard it.”

Yan Qingqiu held the pen and continued recording it. Out of shyness, she simply wrote only the later sentence. But she kept feeling that it was not suitable. After repeatedly revising it, she still rewrote it according to the voice message.

This was much better.

Her brain fed back information to her: Hehe, so sweet.

After listening to voice messages the whole night, Yan Qingqiu woke up rather late. She ate a simple breakfast and received Su Xingjie’s call, saying she would take her to the company to try on clothes.

Yan Qingqiu had been a salted fish for so long that she had almost forgotten about the photo shoot. Fortunately, she had not accepted Su Xingjie’s money at the beginning. Otherwise, it would be another debt. She had just been about to have the butler send her there when Su Xingjie said she was almost there.

Su Xingjie was quite a good person. Not only did she pay for the photo shoot, she even picked her up and dropped her off. Yan Qingqiu was so moved she wanted to look around the house and find some treasure to give her.

Su Xingjie walked in with a smile and looked around. Everywhere she looked, she saw Song Qingre’s paintings. She asked, “Qiu-bao, which room does Song Qingre live in?”

Yan Qingqiu pointed to the door. “That one.”

“Beside yours?”

“Yeah.” Yan Qingqiu had already packed up. She carried her bag and asked excitedly, “Are we shooting today? I haven’t done any training. Will I cause trouble?”

“No.” Su Xingjie took her out, then turned her head and glanced back. Was there really nothing going on between her and Song Qingre?

“Qiu-bao, are you really not being coerced by Song Qingre?” Su Xingjie asked again.

“No…” If anyone was coercing anyone, it was her coercing Song Qingre!

Su Xingjie held the steering wheel and started the car. She turned her head to look at Yan Qingqiu, who was sitting in the passenger seat and fastening her seatbelt. “In the past, you used to burn Song Qingre’s paintings right in front of her. Why are you hanging them up now?”

Yan Qingqiu’s movements paused, and her heart began to feel uncomfortable. She needed to listen to Song Qingre’s voice message for a while to ease herself. She pretended not to care and asked, “Did I make a huge fuss when I burned her painting?”

“Of course. At that time, Song Qingre had just won an award. You burned it right in front of her and said she was a disgusting pervert. You cursed her very harshly. You even recorded it and posted it online. After that, she went abroad. What you did was pretty excessive… I’m not saying you were excessive. She, she really did deserve it!” Su Xingjie still defended her sister. She was just confused. Yan Qingqiu’s every movement these past few days had been off. Although she currently behaved as if she hated Song Qingre too, it was not as pure as before.

In the past, Su Xingjie had worried that Yan Qingqiu would stab Song Qingre to death with a knife. Now, she only worried that Yan Qingqiu would throw herself headfirst into Song Qingre’s arms and never be able to crawl back out.

Yan Qingqiu felt like she was about to get emo again.

Yan Qingqiu put on her earphones. She absolutely had to listen to Song Qingre’s voice message to calm down. Just as she tapped it open, a message appeared in the contact section of her phone.

A stranger named “FY” added you as a friend and left a message: [Meet me at Xitulanya Restaurant in Yuexiang Bay today. I have something to say to you.]

At first, Yan Qingqiu did not recognize who “FY” was. After thinking for a long time, she reacted. Fu Ye? Was he insane? Who would bother with you?

Yan Qingqiu directly added him to the blacklist.

The car arrived. Su Xingjie said seriously, “You’ve been so strange lately. It’s one thing that you don’t like Fu Ye anymore, but you’re even treating Song Qingre better. If I didn’t believe in science, I’d think your soul had been replaced by someone else.”

Knowing she was joking, Yan Qingqiu’s soul still shook. She patted Su Xingjie’s shoulder. “Sister, we must always believe in science.”

Even if it really was transmigration, that was still quantum mechanics!

Yan Qingqiu followed Su Xingjie into the building. Her phone rang. A text message came in: [If you don’t come, I’ll go find Song Qingre. Think carefully. You only have this one chance!]

Su Xingjie leaned over to look. The tone was too familiar, so she immediately knew who had sent it. Fu Ye had taken the initiative to invite Qiu-bao? Had the sun risen from the west?

“Very off-putting, right?” Yan Qingqiu asked. “Only a dog would go.”

Had the sun really risen from the west?

Su Xingjie nodded hard. “Off-putting.”

She took off her suit jacket and took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from her bag to put on.

She was dressed in a capable professional outfit. The thin white fabric at her chest looked somewhat tight, faintly outlining a firm and full curve. Underneath was a black short skirt that revealed her legs, which were long and fair.

Yan Qingqiu stared blankly from the side and could not help praising her. “Sister, you look really intoxicating like this.”

As they entered the company, employees all nodded and called Su Xingjie President Su when they saw her. Su Xingjie only nodded slightly, her expression cool.

To be fair, Su Xingjie was a beauty among beauties. Her long hair was tied high, with a curved strand left by the side of her face. The fullness at her chest was not exaggerated, but the just-right curve made people want to bury themselves in it.

Though Su Xingjie usually messed around with her, a supporting female character, in reality, she was very capable. Unlike Miss Yan, who was born into a wealthy family, Su Xingjie’s company had originally been on the verge of elimination. She had led the team to turn the tide and save the company. Currently, her position was said to be art director, but in reality, she was basically like an executive president. One could even say her authority was greater than the executive president’s.

After all: “What the hell does the president know about art?”

The photography set had already been built. A dozen people were waiting for them. Yan Qingqiu arrived late, but considering her identity, no one said anything. They all treated it as accompanying a little princess to play.

Su Xingjie introduced the people around her. The soft, pink-looking girl was called Qiangwei and was the company’s creative director. There were also several designers and art directors.

They skillfully pulled open the curtains. The glass display cabinets held high-end ready-to-wear and custom gowns for the new season.

Yan Qingqiu was arranged to go in for makeup and a change of clothes.

The entire process was quite fast.

It was just that no matter how they shot, the styling effect was still a little lacking. Yan Qingqiu was quite nervous, afraid of embarrassing Su Xingjie. Su Xingjie bit the tip of her pen. “The style isn’t suitable.”

Su Xingjie adjusted the style for her again and had people switch to a European palace-style set. Yan Qingqiu sat beside a table decorated with apples as red as fresh blood. Her hand propped her chin, and her smile was like that of an elegant vampire lady.

Only vampires could not live under the light, and the cold light fell across her lips.

A bitten apple rolled to her feet. She leaned forward, her slender fingers pressing against her rounded lips and wiping downward. Her lip line opened and closed as she sucked on the lines of her fingertip.

The photographer was unwilling to miss any instant. The entire set was filled with the rapid clicking of the shutter.

There were also a few color-clashing pieces, butterfly dresses with exaggerated red-and-yellow contrasts. The makeup artist wanted to draw black eyeliner on her, but looking at her golden natural curls and noble temperament, destroying even a little of it would reduce the artistic feeling. In the end, they moved over a fluffy table, like the kind of jumping platform a little cat would play on. Yan Qingqiu crouched on top and tilted her head to look at the camera, her eyes bright like amber. If she were a cat, she would be the noblest and most arrogant little cat.

“Thank you, Qiu-bao. Once the photos are retouched, I’ll send them to you. I’ll have someone send the clothes to your house too.” Su Xingjie was extremely satisfied. Looking at Yan Qingqiu, her eyes shone. If this were not her sister, she would want to sign her and hide her away for her own use.

“You’re giving me the clothes too? They’re very expensive, right?” Yan Qingqiu had seen marketing accounts say that celebrities only rented haute couture. This kind of dress would cost at least three or four hundred thousand.

“Not expensive. Don’t worry. All together, it’s only around one million. Besides, after you’ve worn them, giving them to anyone else wouldn’t be worthwhile. If you don’t want them, I’ll collect them myself.”

“I want them!”

Yan Qingqiu felt rather embarrassed. There were still washed apples on the table. The one she had bitten just now was quite sweet. She took one and cut it in half for Su Xingjie.

The two ate together. Su Xingjie occasionally directed everyone on how to dismantle the set.

Su Xingjie said, “Come on, I’ll take you somewhere else. There are also bags and shoes. Take whatever you want. Don’t be polite.”

Yan Qingqiu was so moved she did not know what to do. She said seriously, “Sister, I—I’ll definitely spend money on you too when I have money in the future.”

Su Xingjie’s cheeks flushed slightly. “This is the first time I’ve heard you say that.”

After leaving the photography studio, Su Xingjie took her to another floor. Clothes were everywhere in the company.

Someone nearby was shooting. The model with a sexy figure had every move perfectly standard. To be honest, others shot far better than her. Yan Qingqiu asked curiously, “Right, Xingxing, do you have a video camera I can use here?”

“Yes. The company has a few idle ones. What do you need a video camera for?”

Of course Yan Qingqiu had something to do.

Wasn’t that cheap thing Fu Ye trying to step on two boats at once?

To deal with a male lead halo like Fu Ye’s, she could not take the normal route.

Su Xingjie listened to her talk endlessly and was still confused. But if you yourself are clear-headed, isn’t that enough? Why do you have to pull Song Qingre out of the fire pit too?

Su Xingjie frowned and said, “Why don’t you come to my house today? My house was renovated some time ago. The day after tomorrow, there’s also a model show. I need to pick models. Didn’t you think photo shoots were pretty fun? Why not stay at my house for two days? I’ll take more sets of photos for you. Just treat it as taking artistic portraits.”

Yan Qingqiu was quite tempted. It was just that she had not collected Song Qingre’s money yet. She stopped and said, “Wait a moment. I’ll send a message to tell my family.”

Su Xingjie tilted her neck and looked over, seeing Yan Qingqiu type.

Yan Qingqiu: [I’m not going home today. I’m staying at Xingxing’s house. Don’t forget that thing between us. Remember to return it on time.] With someone beside her, it was not good to directly talk about paying money back. After all, the matter involved human body painting.

Song Qingre: [I’m not going home today either.]

Yan Qingqiu: [Suit yourself. You don’t go back every day anyway.]

Song Qingre: [Fu Ye invited me to eat at Yuexiang Bay today.]

Yan Qingqiu: “!”

Fu Ye, that cheap bastard!

·

On the second floor of Xitulanya Restaurant in Yuexiang Bay.

Two people had arrived early. Ye Sichun held a teacup and lightly tasted it.

“How rare. You’ve been back for so long, and this is the first time you’ve invited me out to eat.” After saying that, Ye Sichun looked downstairs and saw a career woman Omega with an excellent figure walking in arm-in-arm with a blond beauty. “Oh, isn’t that my princess?”

As she spoke, she sensed the gaze across from her darken significantly.

She smiled and stopped talking, only observing.

Song Qingre took a sip of tea.

“She hurt you that badly before,” Ye Sichun said. “She burned your painting, remember? Back then, you were hospitalized for three months and almost died.”

Song Qingre propped her chin on her hand, her gaze looking outside through the glass window. “But she told me to call her Qiuqiu-jiejie.”

Ye Sichun did not understand what that meant. Song Qingre was one year older than Yan Qingqiu. When the two were on good terms, Yan Qingqiu rarely called her “jiejie,” but Song Qingre always referred to herself as her older sister.

It was just that Song Qingre’s gaze looked wrong. Very deep. It fell on Su Xingjie, dark and unfathomable. “You hate her?”

“Not to that extent.”

Song Qingre said, “I just hate everyone around her.”

Her red lips moved slightly, as if casually saying, “She said she would like anyone before she liked me.”

Ye Sichun said unhurriedly, “Luckily, she only treats me as a hairstylist. But that little sister beside her is quite pretty. An Omega, right?”

The two continued looking down and saw the blond girl busily helping the Omega wipe the table and even helping her scald the bowls and plates.

Ye Sichun propped her chin and said, “Aren’t you afraid she’ll misunderstand? After all, you did invite me out for afternoon tea.”

“What’s wrong with a misunderstanding? It should be even bigger.”

Ye Sichun looked over again. Song Qingre had already stood up. “I’m going down for a bit.”

Ye Sichun looked downstairs again. Su Xingjie seemed to have gone to get something, leaving Yan Qingqiu alone. Ye Sichun propped her hand up and continued watching.

She and Song Qingre were not long-time friends who talked about everything. She had simply known Song Qingre for as long as Yan Qingqiu had gotten haircuts.

Downstairs, Song Qingre walked to the blond girl’s side. Her fingers tapped the table. “Miss Yan.”

After listening to her voice all night, Yan Qingqiu’s ears went numb the moment she suddenly heard it in person. She raised her head, not wanting Song Qingre to know that she had deliberately come. “What? No, why are you here?”

Song Qingre lowered her head slightly and said beside her ear, “I want to settle Fu Ye early so I can pay my debt.”

Yan Qingqiu’s body trembled. “Don’t, don’t say it so sexily.”

Song Qingre answered yes. Yan Qingqiu looked around. Su Xingjie had not returned yet. She said, “Let’s go talk in the restroom.”

Their conversation was too spicy. Others would misunderstand.

Not long after the two left, Su Xingjie returned with coffee and milk. She stood in place and looked around in confusion. Not seeing Yan Qingqiu, she asked the server, “Where is the young lady who was just sitting here?”

The server honestly said, “A young lady came to look for her just now. She said something about repaying a debt, like asking her to pay back money, then they left together…”

·

Song Qingre walked ahead. Her upper body wore a soft white chiffon blouse, and underneath were black suit pants. The simple outfit was not much different from the elites who came here, yet she was clean and carried a unique noble aura.

They did not actually go to the restroom. They went to a small balcony-like viewing area. Yan Qingqiu thought that she really was old-fashioned. She only knew to suggest the restroom.

The two stood in the corridor. Song Qingre closed the small door beside them so only the two of them could talk.

“I brought 170,000 today. Calculate how much money is still missing,” Song Qingre said.

Yan Qingqiu first calculated it mentally, then took out her phone to calculate. “Last time I paid you back—no, you paid me back ten thousand. One hundred eighty thousand…”

Song Qingre helped her remember unhurriedly. “There was also the handicraft work. Three times, with different degrees. Is that easy to calculate? The first time almost included the full set, the second time was hugging and holding, the third time touched until there was water…”

Yan Qingqiu looked at her in shock, her cheeks pink. She had been thinking of casually naming a price to let Song Qingre off lightly. She had not expected her to actually… Yan Qingqiu closed her eyes and negotiated the price, tapping on the number keypad. Through gritted teeth, she said, “398, 298, 198. Added together, 894.”

“There were also kisses. The first time, you forcefully kissed me. The second time, you called me Qiuqiu-jiejie and sat on my lap, kissing until you couldn’t breathe. The third time, you pinched my nose and kissed me until I nearly suffocated. The fourth time, we kissed back and forth on the sofa until our mouths were almost swollen.”

“And that time in the car… pinching the chest, measuring with a tape.”

Yan Qingqiu’s face and ears turned red as she continued calculating. She had never imagined that all of this would cost extra!

“498, 598… 998! Altogether, 5,382! Then, 185,382!”

Song Qingre lowered her head and glanced at the number. She frowned and said, “Tsk, it still hasn’t reached 200,000. Why is it so hard to repay? Yesterday, human body painting was priced at 10,000. You also know my paintings are expensive. When the time comes, you can choose the pattern however you like. You can choose whether it’s with a paintbrush or a writing brush, Chinese painting or oil painting, whether you like cream or pigment… Mm, why is there still 618 missing? Why don’t you order another Qiuqiu-jiejie kissing package? I’ll add a little extra benefit for you…”

Before Yan Qingqiu’s brain could turn the corner, Song Qingre’s hand landed on her lips and rubbed them, smearing away a bit of the lipstick she had applied before coming. She bent slightly, her lips pressing against her thumb. The two thin lips were separated only by one finger. Her low voice poured into Yan Qingqiu’s ear. “I’ll use my lips to touch up your makeup. Do you want it? Nod, and we’ll count it toward the debt. Please.”

Yan Qingqiu swallowed. Her whole person was dizzy and dazed.

So exciting. She wanted it so badly.

She swallowed again and was just about to nod when, with a bang, the door was pushed open.

Outside the door, Su Xingjie had leaned against it and listened for a while. When she pushed the door open and saw the two people who were “kissing,” she went even more stupid.

Repaying money? And human body painting? The ultimate humiliation!

Song Qingre, an artist, was actually this perverted!

Her force was very strong and startled Yan Qingqiu.

“Don’t agree to her!” Su Xingjie angrily took a fountain pen out of her bag, then pulled out a stack of checks from inside and made a motion to sign one. “I knew you haven’t been normal lately, Qiu-bao. You must have been coerced by her. Say it. How much do you owe? I’ll pay it back.” As she spoke, afraid it was not enough, she took out a gold card from her bag and held it between her fingers, taking out her entire fortune. As long as it was not a debt of hundreds of billions…

Gritting her teeth, she could still pay it.

“Wait, this matter is a misunderstanding.” Yan Qingqiu sharply sensed that something was wrong. She turned her head, wanting to leave, but Song Qingre’s finger, which was on her lips, pressed down harder, the pad of her finger pressing against the bead of Yan Qingqiu’s lip.

Su Xingjie saw this and felt something was even more wrong. She rushed over, pulled Yan Qingqiu away, and blocked her behind her. “Don’t be afraid of her. You have me. Do you have no shame, Song Qingre? You actually want human body painting? Pervert! Lust demon! I’m embarrassed for you! You’re an artist, and I even pitied you this morning.”

Yan Qingqiu stumbled repeatedly and finally managed to steady herself. She reached out and patted Su Xingjie’s shoulder. “Sister, no, Xingxing, don’t be impulsive. There’s a misunderstanding. There’s a misunderstanding. There really is a misunderstanding…”

Song Qingre’s emotions did not fluctuate. She lowered her eyes, folded her hands, and took a tissue to wipe the lipstick from her fingertip. She pressed her lips tightly together. Then, looking at the furious Su Xingjie and the twisted expression on Yan Qingqiu’s face, she sighed and bit her lip hard.

“Qiu-bao, don’t be afraid. You have me. Do you have any sense of shame, Song Qingre? It’s just some money owed to you, yet you’re making her sell her body. Did you come back just to take revenge on Qiu-bao?”

“It is true that we have a debt dispute, but it is absolutely not what you think. Don’t misunderstand her.” Song Qingre sighed, her expression seeming painful as she closed her eyes. She said, “I’m the one who owes her money.”

Su Xingjie’s movement of holding the card paused. “What?” She felt that something had gone wrong somewhere. She looked at Song Qingre, whose closed lashes trembled slightly.

Su Xingjie did not dare believe her words. She still felt there was something wrong with her ears. Staring at Song Qingre, she asked, “Qiu, Qiu-bao, is this… is this a misunderstanding?”

Yan Qingqiu felt even more pain. Her mouth hurt, her heart hurt, and her face hurt the most. She closed her eyes. “No… no misunderstanding.”

Su Xingjie trembled all over, feeling that both her facial features and worldview had suffered an impact. She turned her head once to look at Yan Qingqiu. Unable to see clearly, she turned her head again to look.

Song Qingre glanced at her. “Of course, if you help me repay the debt, I don’t mind.”

“No, you two just now, what human body, kisses, what… If you owe money, why is she the one being controlled by you!” Su Xingjie looked at Yan Qingqiu, then at Song Qingre. She did not believe it!

Song Qingre nodded. “Don’t keep humiliating me. Yes, yes, she covets my body.” She closed her eyes and repeated again, “I am being kept by her. I’m her mistress. Saying it like this… how fallen.”

Yan Qingqiu slowly opened her closed eyes and saw an idiom on her friend’s face: greatly shocked.

And so, she closed them again fiercely.

Author’s Note:

I’m her mistress. So painful. So fallen.

I suddenly thought of a riddle: Su Xingjie learns that Miss Song is Qiuqiu’s mistress. Guess the idiom.

Answer: greatly shocked.

Feels like another fierce top’s status is not safe. Sorry, I really like this kind of mistress Miss Song.

If you like funny stories, I recommend The Gem Merchant and Miss Diamond. It’s super good. YYDS!