Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 20.1

When Yan Qingqiu woke up in the morning, she began choosing clothes. Her taste was good, and the clothes Su Xingjie had sent over were beautiful. No matter what she casually tried on, the effect was stunning.

Yan Qingqiu tried on a dress, short sleeves with long pants, short sleeves with hot pants, and in between, she even tried on a formal outfit. She felt that every set was not quite right.

She even dug out the clothes the previous “her” used to wear. After transmigrating here, she had not worn much of the previous “her’s” clothing. They had all been left in the walk-in closet. What she wore were all the new clothes Su Xingjie had given her.

She held her phone and flipped through old photos, searching for the outfits the original “her” liked most. After trying on two sets, she still felt uncomfortable. Ai. In the end, she chose a light white dress and brushed her golden hair.

Yan Qingqiu cleaned herself up very neatly and applied a light layer of lipstick, reaching her most refined state. When she went downstairs, she lifted her skirt slightly. The hem was layered in waves, and she felt very good about herself.

Meeting Dad still had to be a little formal.

In Yan Qingqiu’s memory, the orphanage had been like this. Every time aunties and uncles came to adopt someone, they had to dress more prettily. That way, the uncles and aunties would like them, and then they would have a mom and dad in the future.

Only, Yan Qingqiu had never been taken away.

When the butler saw her like this in the living room, he nodded slightly at her and said, “Miss, Sir’s flight should arrive in the afternoon. You don’t need to be nervous.”

Yan Qingqiu hummed. “I know.”

Song Qingre had woken up quite early. She was sitting in the side hall on the first floor reading. She put down the book and looked at Yan Qingqiu. The way she admired someone carried an artistic feeling.

She praised her seriously. “Qiuqiu looks really beautiful.”

Yan Qingqiu swelled up inside, but did not express it directly.

Just now upstairs, she had admired herself in the mirror many times and also felt she looked very beautiful.

The butler asked, “Sir won’t arrive until noon. It’s still cool right now. Why don’t I take you out for a drive?”

Yan Qingqiu thought for a moment. “Sure.”

Yan Qingqiu went to the garage herself to choose a car. She picked a yellow convertible and sat in it, narrowing her eyes slightly to enjoy herself. The driver did not drive fast. He only drove around the villa district, then even circled toward the small mountain behind it, letting her feel the cool morning breeze.

“Miss has been quite lively lately. You also don’t keep talking about Fu Ye every time you open and close your mouth like before. Sir will definitely be very happy when he sees it.”

Song Qingre nodded as she looked at the car’s shadow and said in agreement, “I’m also very happy seeing it.” She also no longer had to worry that once Yan Qingqiu ran out, she would disappear.

The little hill behind was not tall and had some fruit trees planted on it. Yan Qingqiu had the driver take the car to the hilltop. Standing there, she shouted once, shouting until her whole body felt refreshed.

The driver said, “Miss is in a very good mood.”

Yan Qingqiu pressed her lips together. “It’s all right.”

She shouted again to vent. “Song Qingre, just you wait!”

Once she got addicted to shouting, she shouted again, “Annoying spirit!”

Ai, it was silly, but it felt so good!

Her golden hair became a little warmer under the orange sunlight. The hem of her skirt fluttered with the direction of the wind. She took a deep breath. Before her eyes were green mountains and one rose garden after another.

Yan Qingqiu leaned against the car and stayed there for a long time. When the driver took her back down, she was still looking at the scenery. She said, “This place is really beautiful. I can come here to run in the future.”

The driver agreed. “Of course. You can also come up the mountain for a picnic in your free time.”

Forget the game characters. Just living here alone was completely worry-free. She really could not understand why the original “her” only wanted love with all her heart.

If only she could live here.

She really hoped this place was the real world.

After looking at the scenery, Yan Qingqiu rode back. Just in time, she heard Song Qingre talking on the phone. Song Qingre had her back facing the door, her words carrying politeness.

Yan Qingqiu secretly listened, wanting to see whether she was calling the doctor. The good news was that Song Qingre was not calling the doctor. The bad news was that the caller was someone from the bar, and they seemed to be talking about her notebook.

Just listening made her angry. That bar was too awful. She had personally gone to ask for it, but they did not give it to her. Instead, they gave it to Song Qingre. Now they even dared call.

The woman on the other end asked why Song Qingre was not at the company and said she was too disloyal. Song Qingre explained to her that she had matters to attend to today and scheduled things for the day after tomorrow to discuss in detail. The two then chatted about other matters, talking and laughing.

Yan Qingqiu strongly suspected the two of them were laughing at her.

After Song Qingre hung up, she saw Yan Qingqiu had returned and still greeted her as if nothing had happened. Yan Qingqiu deliberately sat opposite Song Qingre.

Song Qingre continued flipping through the book in her hand.

Yan Qingqiu thought stubbornly: If you don’t speak, I won’t speak either. Let’s see who opens their mouth first. When she could not hold back anymore, she turned her head and glanced over.

Song Qingre held her cup and drank a sip of tea, while her other hand continued holding the book. She was absorbed in it. She did not even notice the water wetting the corner of her lips and falling onto her clothes. She was wearing a low V-neck black dress, making her chest look very full. Yan Qingqiu immediately thought of the correction from “bumped” to “bumping.”

Unable to endure it, Yan Qingqiu spoke first. Her voice cooled as she said, “You’re still going to do art design for their bar?”

The look Yan Qingqiu gave her seemed to say: You’ve been corrupted by money.

“Doing this kind of design doesn’t earn much money. At most ten thousand yuan. It’s just helping them match colors.” Song Qingre said, “I had no choice either. If I don’t help them with the design, how could I redeem your little notebook? I am an artist who originally had very noble qualities. Because of you, I now have to go design the walls and colors for a bar. Even my value has been lowered.”

The embarrassment began.

Fatal.

She admitted that the thing she wrote really could not be shown in public.

“Ai.” Song Qingre sighed.

After this speech…

Yan Qingqiu’s imposing air while looking for trouble weakened. She felt guilty. The person who had lost the notebook was her, but the one who had to bear the consequences was Song Qingre.

Come to think of it, Song Qingre must have felt very embarrassed too. After all, Song Qingre had been pressed against the steering wheel by her… Thinking about it, she wanted to laugh a little. What was going on?

But Song Qingre was not angry with her. She was warm and gentle. Yan Qingqiu could not help reflecting on herself. Was she being too much toward Song Qingre?

“Then, then I thank…” Yan Qingqiu really could not say it. It was not that her mouth was stubborn, but that she truly had no way to thank Song Qingre. What she wrote was basically a little erotic story about the two of them, right? Thanking her for saving back the little erotic story she had written?

Heavens, even the greatest literary masters of the last century were not as awkward as her.

“You don’t need to thank me either. I’m just curious and want to ask: what state were you in when you wrote that thing? Actually, I really can’t understand why you wrote that.” Song Qingre truly had not figured it out. Yan Qingqiu clearly acted like she had seen jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards whenever she saw her. She belonged to the type who had desire but no courage.

Yan Qingqiu swore to the heavens that she had written that entirely because she had been emotional at the time. She was just about to speak.

“Oh… so that’s how it is. I understand.” As Song Qingre thought about it, she suddenly had an expression of enlightenment.

Yan Qingqiu’s head hurt. Afraid others would hear, she lowered her voice and refuted, “No! What are you thinking!”

“Wasn’t it just because you thought it was fun and casually wrote it?” Song Qingre asked back. “I thought you were just childlike and didn’t mean it. Since it wasn’t like that, then I’ll have to argue with you about it.”

Song Qingre sat up straight and stopped reading the book.

Yan Qingqiu felt that she had fallen into a trap and was left speechless.

“That’s not it…”

Miss Song commented, “Although your writing is very good, you affected my image. I am an artist, you know. Since things have already reached this point, we can only do something to salvage it.”

Yan Qingqiu’s head grew dizzy from these few sentences, but her ears were cheap. The moment Song Qingre lowered her voice, she could not help wanting to eavesdrop.

Song Qingre said, “Look, your writing is actually very good. You can continue writing it in more depth. When the time comes, use some real examples. I can also paint along with it. This way, you write articles and I paint illustrations. Paired together, it will definitely shake the world.”

“My writing is good?” Yan Qingqiu became a little floaty.

“Quite spicy,” Song Qingre said.

Yan Qingqiu felt a little embarrassed. She floated. She felt like when she went back later, she could start driving a train. But she quickly reacted. Who was she trying to trick!

She had barely written any words, and she even annotated pinyin. What writing skill?

Yan Qingqiu came back to her senses again. Wait, had the topic not gone off track?

She really wanted to explain that she had not written that kind of “car” because her thoughts were too intense. It was completely because Song Qingre had teased her improperly in the car that day, so she had written it in anger after returning. It was venting. It was not real.

She was just venting!

Venting, with a muddled brain. It was normal to write a few wrong characters.

Song Qingre said very directly, “Look, when people vent, they usually curse others to die. When you vent, you write spicy things. I understand. Sometimes when I vent, I want to do this too.”

“…”

“I can understand that you want to press me against the steering wheel.”

“You’ve also thought about pressing me down?”

Song Qingre said seriously, “Not really. I don’t have as rich an imagination as you. But since you mentioned it, I can try it. It’s just that my car model isn’t very suitable. When the time comes, I’ll change to another car.”

Yan Qingqiu felt the topic had run away.

No, why had it jumped to this again!

Fortunately, Song Qingre jumped back. She said, “Here’s the thing… I suddenly have creative inspiration. I want to paint a spring scene inside a car. When the time comes, you can be my model.”

At first, Yan Qingqiu did not understand. Thinking that Song Qingre’s paintings were beautiful, and that she herself was also pretty, helping her was fine.

Song Qingre said, “Let’s join hands. You write, and I’ll draw the illustrations. I feel like we can earn quite a lot of money.”

“How much do you think we can earn?”

Song Qingre laughed and said, “Priceless.”

Yan Qingqiu was silent for a long time, feeling that it really did sound profitable. She said, “It’s not impossible.” Seeing the smile curve on Song Qingre’s lips, she asked, “How will we split the accounts?”

Song Qingre stood with a smile and tapped her on the head with the book. “Silly.”

Yan Qingqiu still did not understand what she meant and protected her head. But Song Qingre smiled and tapped her again. Yan Qingqiu quickly stood up to snatch her book. Song Qingre probably feared it would tear and did not fight back, directly letting go. After Yan Qingqiu snatched it, she pressed it to her chest and moved to the other end of the sofa, far away from her.

“Don’t damage my art album,” Song Qingre said. It was very expensive.

Yan Qingqiu took it and looked at it herself. She opened the first page and was slightly shocked. Inside was an oil painting, and the main character was a curvaceous nude woman.

The woman had golden hair and wore a ruby necklace on her chest. Her figure was graceful and her bearing magnificent.

Her fingers held a thin veil, partly revealing, partly concealing, yet not truly covering anything. It was exquisite.

“It’s beautiful, right?”