Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 2

The thick heat of summer rushed toward her face. The blazing sun hung high overhead, and everything around her became dazzling beneath the strong light. Yan Qingqiu stood at the doorway, a thin layer of sweat forming on her forehead.

She really wanted to go back in time and slap herself awake.

But could this really be blamed on her? Who played games without doing some wild, ridiculous moves?

Clearly, the game had been baiting her. First, it used a beautiful woman to tempt her. Only after she fell for it did she let herself go and become reckless.

Afraid of wasting time, even though she was burning with anger inside, she did not dare think too much. She gave herself three seconds to adjust her breathing, then turned her head to look at the “very understanding” butler.

At the very least, she had to figure out the situation first, lest others say she had gone crazy.

A simple matter of knowing herself and knowing the enemy. If she was going to be killed, she would at least know who to run toward.

“What is my relationship with them?”

The butler was about to speak, but Yan Qingqiu cut in first. “Describe it at twice your usual speaking speed.”

The butler did not suspect her. After all, Miss often acted crazy. He sped up his speech and said, “Fu Ye is the fiancé you are about to marry. In the past, he was deeply devoted to Miss Song Qingre and often confessed his love to her from afar. Today, without telling you, he actually met Miss Song Qingre behind your back… You like him so much, yet he still wants to hold onto both the rose and the moonlight, refusing to cut off old ties. It is truly hateful.”

After the butler finished speaking, he felt slightly puzzled.

Why did Miss want to hear all this?

He turned his head to look and saw their young miss with a tense face, her fingers clenched tightly into fists. It looked as if she was building up her anger.

The butler said, “Miss Song only returned to the country a few days ago…”

“Song Qingre…” Yan Qingqiu murmured the name.

Even her name sounded like someone who was not easy to provoke.

“Wait here. I’ll go in now and knock his dog head crooked.”

“As far as I know, Miss Song Qingre seems to keep a Doberman,” the butler immediately imagined a little scene in his head: Fu Ye had failed to hide things properly, a few dog hairs had appeared at home, and their young miss had caught him.

The butler did not understand. “What are you going to do?”

There was already not much time left for Yan Qingqiu. She had no time to think.

As Yan Qingqiu walked, she asked the system: [Is there no shortcut?]

System: [At present, there is none. Back then, you did not seem to consider taking shortcuts. You wanted to personally handle both points.]

Wasn’t that right?

Beating up a scumbag and forcefully kissing a beauty—what normal person would dare to do that in real life? She had only wanted to enjoy herself in the game.

But now the game had become reality, and her life was on the line.

The butler watched as Miss charged in, full of heroic spirit.

Fu Ye had his back to her and did not notice her arrival at all. Instead, the beautiful woman kept looking at Yan Qingqiu. With every step she took closer, that stunning face grew clearer and clearer in her eyes.

There was a huge difference between reality and the game. A beauty in reality was alive. Every glance and smile was vivid and full of life. A few hours ago, Yan Qingqiu had been seduced by beauty and had badly wanted to see Song Qingre lose control. She had wanted to go further, wanted to toy with her body. Now, all she could think about was… she was still thinking about the woman’s lips.

With every step she took, a possibility flashed through Yan Qingqiu’s mind.

How could she touch Song Qingre’s lips?

Should she throw herself shyly and adorably into her arms and beg for a kiss…? But that would be too out of character. Would Song Qingre shove her away, then turn around and knock her dog head crooked instead, and from then on beat her every time she saw her?

“Is that so? Then, in your opinion, between me and her, who is better?” Song Qingre’s tone was calm, as if she had casually responded to Fu Ye’s words. Yan Qingqiu happened to hear it clearly.

But Fu Ye was so stirred by those words that his heart swayed. Without thinking at all, he looked at Song Qingre with sincere eyes full of affection and said, “You.”

“What about her?”

“Qingqiu…” Fu Ye dragged out his tone and said, “She’s still the same as before. Willful, immature. There has always been a place for you in my heart… Actually, you are different from everyone else.”

The implication in his words was quite obvious. The white moonlight was something one could only gaze at from afar and never reach, but once the white moonlight returned, what did a rose count for?

Was this not planting roses while gazing at the moon?

Scumbag. What a fine “different from everyone else.”

Fu Ye was still talking when he suddenly felt a chill beside him. Just as he was about to turn his head, a high heel struck him squarely on the forehead. He hissed, his head spinning. Yan Qingqiu gripped the high heel and smashed it onto his shoulder. What kind of idiot was this? She could not listen to another word. She felt no psychological burden at all hitting him.

“Yan—hiss… Qingqiu, listen to my explanation…” Fu Ye raised his hand to block the blows, but even his hand was struck painfully. “Let go.”

Yan Qingqiu raised her hand and smashed him many more times. The heat in her body surged wildly, making her burn hot. But unfortunately, Fu Ye’s neck was very straight, and his head did not look crooked at all. He even raised his hand and grabbed her wrist, his grip so strong that Yan Qingqiu felt her wrist was about to shatter.

“You misunderstood.” Fu Ye looked straight at her, as if he had done nothing wrong and was completely open and aboveboard, while the one at fault was Yan Qingqiu. “Stop making trouble here.”

“I’m hitting you because you deserve it, you dead scumbag!”

Yan Qingqiu swung the high heel at him again. When she tried to strike once more, her movements were restricted. Fu Ye was beaten until sparks seemed to burst before his eyes. He pushed her away with force, raising his hand as if he was about to slap Yan Qingqiu. Yan Qingqiu stood barefoot on the ground. She retreated and almost stumbled. She grabbed the table hard, and the high heel fell to the floor. When she lifted her head, she caught sight of the woman opposite her.

Song Qingre had seemed detached from the whole affair from beginning to end. Her fingers hooked around the coffee cup, her fingertip pressed against the white porcelain wall, lightly stroking it as if intentionally and unintentionally. The interest in her eyes seemed as though she were watching a good show.

Thinking of Mission ②, Yan Qingqiu took advantage of the momentum and tilted herself sideways, sitting down beside Song Qingre. A faint citrus fragrance floated over, teasing her neck, barely there yet present. It smelled so sweet.

Song Qingre did not move. After a few seconds, Song Qingre turned her head to look at her. Her appearance was exactly the words from the first question: “eyes rippling, red lips moist.”

So this was what it looked like in reality…

Yan Qingqiu hardened her heart, turned, and pressed closer to Song Qingre, directly leaning forward.

But at that exact moment, Song Qingre’s feather-like lashes fluttered slightly. Her fingers blocked the space between them, stopping Yan Qingqiu from moving any closer. Perhaps because she had been holding the coffee cup for a long time, Yan Qingqiu could feel the warmth of her fingers.

Yan Qingqiu’s cheeks suddenly flushed red.

So strange…

Song Qingre spoke, her voice puzzled. “Are you going to hit me too?”

Even though it was not as bewitching as in the game, a person’s voice would not lie. Yan Qingqiu immediately recognized it. The character in the game was probably not voiced by some voice actress, but by Song Qingre herself.

Her voice carried a somewhat lazy, alluring tone, making Yan Qingqiu keep heating up. She pressed Song Qingre downward and continued leaning in, saying in a gentler tone, “Move your fingers away.”

But to outsiders, she looked as if she were gritting her teeth and wanted to devour someone. Fu Ye could not tolerate her willfulness and shouted sternly at her, “Yan Qingqiu, stop! Who are you trying to threaten?”

Yan Qingqiu continued looking at Song Qingre. Those fingers were still blocking the space between them. Yan Qingqiu leaned down again, and her lips were able to touch Song Qingre’s fingers.

They touched…

Song Qingre raised her brow slightly. “Mm?”

Yan Qingqiu’s brows trembled faintly. She really could not do it. She was somewhat afraid of Song Qingre. After all, this woman could tempt people, and she could also personally kill players.

“My… hand hurts a little,” Yan Qingqiu said softly.

“Oh.” Song Qingre nodded.

“…”

Yan Qingqiu bit her lip, then leaned over again, as if deliberately using her lips and jaw to rub against that slender finger. Song Qingre’s gaze flickered slightly. Her body moved inward, her arm brushing against the booth seat with a faint sound. She responded to Yan Qingqiu’s gaze with great composure. Slowly, Yan Qingqiu’s ears turned red. They began to burn.

System: [Three minutes remaining. Friendly reminder: a kiss needs to last approximately two minutes to count as breathless.]

Time flowed by like water.

Yan Qingqiu could not think about how to complete the mission beautifully.

Looking at this female lead right now, she felt a little uncomfortable and really wanted to cry. Forget breathless—she had actually never kissed anyone before. She had never even been in love.

Yan Qingqiu glanced at Song Qingre’s nose.

Rather than pretending to be some coy little green-tea girl, she might as well act more domineering and directly pinch Song Qingre’s nose so she could not breathe, then forcefully kiss her. That way, Song Qingre would not be able to catch her breath, and would that not count as breathless?

“What are you thinking?” Song Qingre saw through her tiny movements. She placed her palm against Yan Qingqiu’s forehead and used a little force to push her away.

Yan Qingqiu’s series of movements just now looked completely different in Fu Ye’s eyes. Yan Qingqiu’s expression was too fierce. He immediately stood up and tried to pull Yan Qingqiu away and toss her aside, even attempting to stand in front and protect Song Qingre.

Yan Qingqiu raised her hand and swung again.

“Again?” Fu Ye turned his head to look at her, frowning. His tone cooled by several degrees. “Yan Qingqiu, my patience has limits.”

The café had an elegant layout and refined surroundings. A giant piano sat in the center. Because of Yan Qingqiu’s arrival, the piano music had stopped early. The commotion on this side made everyone’s breathing become cautious.

Yan Qingqiu raised her head slightly. Her lovely face was full of mockery. Combined with her actions just now, she looked spoiled, willful, unreasonable, and as if she could do whatever she wanted.

In reality, she was panicking like crazy inside.

Fu Ye, who had been beaten, clearly could not save face. The reminder in Yan Qingqiu’s mind rang out again, urging her to quickly do it again.

Fu Ye said in a low voice, “Don’t force me to break—”

“Break off the engagement!” Yan Qingqiu agreed before he could finish.

Fu Ye froze. For a long time, he did not react. “Do you know what you’re saying?” His brows furrowed hard, and he added, “Think it through yourself. In the future, even if you beg me or throw a tantrum, I won’t marry you.”

Yan Qingqiu did not listen at all. She kept looking at his face. Using the words of a novel, he was a rarely seen handsome man. Seeing him, the image of a domineering CEO finally had a face.

As expected of a scumbag. His head was incredibly tough, and his neck was incredibly stiff. No matter how she hit him, it would not go crooked.

Yan Qingqiu’s hand hurt from hitting him, and her palm kept burning.

Fu Ye took a step forward, wanting to grab Yan Qingqiu’s hand and take her away quickly so she would stop embarrassing herself here. Yan Qingqiu’s body instinctively hated contact with him, and she hid backward. “Don’t touch me.”

Fu Ye’s face turned dark. He chose to look at Song Qingre and said, “About the art exhibition, I’ll contact you later. I’m truly sorry about today.”

After speaking, he swept a glance over Yan Qingqiu. “I’ll have a proper talk with your parents. What I said just now was not wrong. You are simply unreasonable.”

After Fu Ye finished speaking, he straightened the cuffs of his suit and turned coldly. “Also, Yan Qingqiu, there will come a time when you beg me. Your family’s business… just wait.”

Yan Qingqiu was so angry. Cheating was already bad enough, but now he was even threatening her.

Her ears were full of notification sounds.

[Apologies, host. You have not passed Minor Mission ①.]

[Now entering countdown!]

[100s]

Even without the system reminding her, Yan Qingqiu already understood. After all…

When Fu Ye walked, his head had not tilted at all.

He really was hardheaded!

Yan Qingqiu was especially furious at this scumbag. Still, some reason remained, and she had not truly struck his head and neck with deadly force. If she accidentally killed him, even if she survived, she would have to go to prison.

System: [Host can try chopping his shoulder. Fu Ye’s weak point seems to be there.]

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

Every man for himself, or heaven and earth will destroy him.

Yan Qingqiu caught up in a few steps. Hearing movement behind him, Fu Ye stopped, putting on the full posture of someone waiting for her to beg him to change his mind. Yan Qingqiu gathered all the strength in her body and slightly stood on tiptoe. Finding the point the system had mentioned, she raised her hand and chopped down with her palm.

Afraid once would not be enough, she did it again. She chopped. She chopped hard.

Everyone in the café saw it. The usually spoiled and willful little princess of the Yan family looked as if she wanted to hack Fu Ye to death, swinging her hand and chopping at his shoulder with all her might.

When other couples argued, it was little fists pounding your chest.

When it came to Little Princess Yan, it was: I chop, I chop you to death.

Truly ruthless.

Even Song Qingre, who had been maintaining her attitude of watching a show, lightly curved her lips at this scene.

Unable to chop him down, Yan Qingqiu punched him.

Damn it, this was too infuriating. She had gotten carried away beating the scumbag.

Fu Ye, who had originally been standing straight, did not move. By the time he tried to turn his head and look back, his waist sank downward. Fortunately, he supported himself on the table beside him, but he still could not hold on. Then, little by little, his neck tilted down.

Not only did his cervical spine hurt, even his lumbar spine seemed unable to support him.

Under everyone’s gaze, his neck just… just tilted like that.

He tried to lift it, but his neck hurt so badly that he could hardly bear it.

“?”

No matter how handsome a face was, it could not withstand a crooked neck. Fu Ye looked at Yan Qingqiu in disbelief with his neck tilted. He wanted to say something, his lips moving. His gaze swept forward, only to find that everyone was looking at him in disbelief.

Yan Qingqiu’s breathing was rapid. Her mind was full of the system’s [Congratulations] and [Keep up the good work].

Song Qingre seemed to have finished watching the show and was getting up from the booth, preparing to leave. Yan Qingqiu hurriedly went forward and grabbed Song Qingre’s arm.

The two of them brushed past Fu Ye.

When Fu Ye looked at them, he pulled at his neck and narrowed his eyes in pain.

He blinked again, maintaining his crooked-neck posture as he looked over. Yan Qingqiu had not walked many steps before her body suddenly lost balance and tilted backward. Song Qingre reacted very quickly and reached out to support her waist.

But the moment Song Qingre helped Yan Qingqiu, Yan Qingqiu took the opportunity to push Song Qingre against the wall. Her hands gripped Song Qingre’s shoulders and moved forward. Beneath countless shocked gazes, she leaned in urgently and kissed Song Qingre’s lips.

Because Fu Ye’s neck was crooked, his line of sight was somewhat slanted and upside down.

Coincidentally, the light outside shone onto the entrance of Xitulanya Restaurant. The two women’s bodies were bathed in sunlight. Yan Qingqiu’s white dress brushed against Song Qingre’s black velvet.

Because of the excessive invasion of white, Song Qingre had to retreat. Her long legs caught the fluttering hem of Yan Qingqiu’s white dress.

This scene was beautiful beyond description.

Very beautiful.

But that was not the main point.

The main point was, Yan Qingqiu had gone too far!

She actually kissed Song Qingre?

Yan Qingqiu also felt that she had gone too far. Her heart pounded wildly, and under its high-speed vibration, her chest ached dully. If she left Song Qingre, she might die suddenly at any moment.

She did not want to die. She relied on this kiss to continue her life.

But if their lips separated, perhaps she would die.

Fortunately, Song Qingre did not push her away.

The citrus fragrance became even stronger. That thirst, that desire to bite into it with her teeth and draw out the juice, surged upward.

Even in the face of death, a person actually still had room for shame.

Yan Qingqiu was crying internally. On the surface, her face and ears were burning red. But her mouth’s feedback was: so sweet.

She breathed deeply, feeling as if her breath had warmed Song Qingre’s nose. Song Qingre’s eyes had not moved the entire time. Only when Yan Qingqiu’s breathing eased slightly did Song Qingre’s long, curled lashes flutter gently.

Kissing the white moonlight until she was breathless was much harder than knocking Fu Ye’s dog head crooked.

Song Qingre’s fingers climbed upward from Yan Qingqiu’s waist and landed on her chest, slowly and gently pushing her back. When there was a slight distance between them, her voice was very soft, her thin lips brushing against the bead of Yan Qingqiu’s lip.

When she spoke, it was as if she lightly sucked it.

It was itchy and numb. Song Qingre asked, “Are you still not going to separate?”

Yan Qingqiu’s heart hurt so much. She pressed forward again. “I don’t want to separate.”

Author’s Note:

In her heart: I really want to cry.

On her face: So embarrassing.

With her mouth: So sweet.

Hahahaha, today’s happiness ≈ kissing forever, never separating ≈ I really love watching beauties kiss ≈ Miss Song has another kind of fragrance on her too, hehe ≈

P.S. Don’t learn from Qiuqiu and chop people. She only chopped after finding the weak point the system mentioned. Don’t copy her. It’s dangerous.