Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 24.2

He interlaced his fingers, pinching until the webbing between his thumb and index finger turned white.

Yan Qingqiu walked over from the doorway and sat at the side. “Dad, don’t hide it from me. I know everything.”

Yan Fu breathed out. He definitely would not be angry at his daughter. “He actually dared to force you. He simply doesn’t want to live.”

Yan Fu did not hear his daughter answer, so he could only say, “I can still scrape together one hundred million. Later, I’ll sell a few houses and give him the money. From now on, we won’t have any dealings with him again. This matter has nothing to do with you. Don’t take it to heart. Eat and drink as usual.”

This matter was indeed something “she” had done. Yan Qingqiu had transmigrated here without any information at all. She really had not expected the two families to have such a relationship.

But transmigrating in was already a pit.

The system’s mission was to knock the scumbag man’s dog head crooked. Their conflict had been established from the very beginning.

This setup—no immortal could break it.

“Can you really scrape it together?” Yan Qingqiu asked worriedly.

“Who is your dad? Don’t worry.” Yan Fu said.

Yan Qingqiu looked at Song Qingre. Song Qingre did not speak. Yan Qingqiu’s heart only drummed anxiously. She kept feeling that it was very dangerous. She wanted to bear it together with everyone, but everyone treated her like a little princess, making her feel extremely guilty. She was too embarrassed to continue enjoying this kind of material life.

Yan Fu smiled. “Hurry and go sleep. I told you not to go out when it rains, yet you still keep running outside every day. Go back and take a hot bath.”

Yan Qingqiu hummed softly and obediently went upstairs. Her heart kept worrying about this matter, and even while soaking in the bath, she was unhappy.

When she came out, Song Qingre was sitting by her bed, holding one bottle of essential oil and one bottle of soothing medicine. Yan Qingqiu draped a handkerchief over her hair and wiped it. A maid came and knocked on the door.

“Miss, do you want me to help blow-dry your hair?”

“No need. I’ll do it myself.” Yan Qingqiu lay on the bed. Song Qingre took the hair dryer and first helped her dry her hair. Yan Qingqiu was too lazy to get up and did not stop Song Qingre either.

Yan Qingqiu took out her small notebook from under the pillow and wrote in it: [Hero saving beauty, deduct 100,000.] Feeling that this was not sincere enough, she added: [Good after-sales service, bonus 10,000.]

Song Qingre reminded her, “You still haven’t deducted the massage.”

[Essential oil massage, 298.]

Song Qingre said, “The essential oil is very expensive.”

“The essential oil is from my own house. At most, you count as in-home service.”

“That seems right too. Qiuqiu is so good at calculating. So good at living carefully.”

She said it in a very amusing way, but Yan Qingqiu could not laugh.

Song Qingre brushed aside her hair and looked at the red-bean-sized little point at the back of her neck. After being teased, it had now become hard and swollen.

“Today, Fu Ye actually wanted to touch my gland…”

Song Qingre curled her finger and touched it once.

“Be gentler. Annoying.”

Her finger touched lightly. Yan Qingqiu pressed against the bed and breathed hard. How was this soothing medicine? It was like chili pepper, stimulating her gland. She did not want to lose composure, so she quickly grabbed her phone to divert her attention.

“What are you doing?” Song Qingre asked.

“I’m placing an online order for a funeral band to go cry mourning at Fu Ye’s front door, and send funeral wreaths to his house. I’ll disgust him to death.”

Yan Qingqiu searched frantically through the shopping app. Unfortunately, she did not see this kind of service. Just as she was about to switch apps, she saw a trending topic pop up on Weibo.

#Su Xingjie Publishes All Models’ Physical Examination Reports#

#ER Statement: Refusing Illegal Models#

#Fu Ye Publicly Coerces Omega and Is Sent to Police Station#

“Xingxing is pretty good!”

Yan Qingqiu quickly clicked into the trending topics. At seven that evening, Su Xingjie had published the models’ physical examination reports, stating that they had not released a statement because they had immediately been busy screening the other models. She had also been openly targeted by Fu Ye releasing pheromones to forcibly lure an Omega!

The internet was now all scolding Fu Ye and supporting ER.

Yan Qingqiu quickly stood up. This was an opportunity. As long as the Yan family now accused the Fu family of being untrustworthy, could their family turn things around?

Yan Qingqiu hurriedly got up and prepared to find Yan Fu, telling him to seize the chance. When she turned her head, Song Qingre had left at some point. Yan Qingqiu muttered that she had not even gotten her massage yet, but when she lifted her arm and sniffed, it was incredibly fragrant. So Song Qingre had already massaged her.

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Song Qingre returned to her room. She closed the door and answered a call.

Xiao Fu: “Boss, the examination report is out.”

“What does it say?” Song Qingre asked.

Xiao Fu said, “If there are no other partners or sexual experience, and the two people have pure feelings, then basically, it’s destiny.”

After saying that, she heard no response from the other side.

Xiao Fu asked tentatively, “Boss?”

“Take photos of the report and send them to me. I’ll look.”

Xiao Fu hung up and carefully photographed the examination report she had gotten from the hospital, then sent it to Song Qingre.

Song Qingre opened the pictures. It was written very clearly on them.

Compatibility: 99%.

One percent higher than hers. One percent.

She gripped her phone hard. If what she held were paper, it would already have been crumpled. A moment later, only when the screen cracked did she suddenly return to her senses and loosen her fingers.

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ER’s statement was very effective and directly saved their reputation. Netizens cursed the Fu family from top to bottom, and even the artists invested in by the Fu family suffered.

You terminated the contract without even asking first? You have no spirit of cooperation at all. This heat-chasing is too obvious. Block them, block them. Get out of the entertainment industry.

ER also released harsh words, saying they would pursue those artists’ liability for breach of contract, and called on peers in the industry to be wary of these backstabbing artists, as well as investigate internal models and employees. Finally, they apologized to everyone for only giving a response now.

At this point, who would still scold ER? Looking around, what other company could stand its ground so firmly that it would cut off its own arm? They were practically heartbroken for them, all right? They loved Su Xingjie to death. They liked this cool and dashing director-jiejie the most.

As for the scumbag who bullied jiejie, Fu Ye was cursed wildly. People even crazily tagged the capital prison, telling them to make him step on a sewing machine.

However, the Yan family’s attempt to ride this wave of popularity did not work well. Yan Qingqiu’s wild pursuit of Fu Ye was not only known in the circle; it was no secret online either.

Rather than the quality of the Yan family’s products, people preferred watching Yan Qingqiu publicly target her crush because of her father, then fall out with her father before continuing to lick Fu Ye like crazy.

A love-brain like Yan Qingqiu was truly a hopeless Liu Adou who could not be helped up. Everyone told her to learn from Su Xingjie, wondering how two sisters could be so different.

After reading the netizens’ comments, Yan Qingqiu wished she could drag everyone to the entrance of ER and let them watch how jiejie had cursed Fu Ye.

Su Xingjie called her and asked if she needed her help explaining. She could release the surveillance footage. She was very worried about Yan Qingqiu and wanted to clarify things for her online.

“Don’t for now. Right now, your side has the advantage. If netizens think we teamed up to frame Fu Ye, then it’s over.”

Yan Qingqiu sighed. “Earn more money, sister. If there’s a place I need you later, I’ll definitely come find you. I won’t be polite.”

If one day she was forced into a corner, she still wanted to ask Su Xingjie to borrow some money.

After hanging up, Yan Qingqiu browsed the trending topics for a while longer.

Was this the effect of a vicious supporting female character? Whatever she did would turn into a bad thing. Then what if she tied herself to Song Qingre and rubbed a bit of the female lead’s halo?

Thinking this, she went downstairs while calling Yan Fu.

Today, the sky had cleared, and the summer heat had dispersed. The wind blowing over was thoroughly cool. Song Qingre sat in the living room painting. The wind blew through her hair. All the disputes outside seemed to have nothing to do with her, making her very pleasing to look at.

The call connected. Yan Qingqiu pressed speaker.

At this moment, Yan Fu was in the office holding a meeting.

Yan Fu looked at the people around him and signaled for them not to speak.

Once the call connected, a rather sweet and soft voice came from inside. Everyone froze slightly. In the past, whenever Yan Qingqiu called Yan Fu, her temper was so explosive it was as if she wanted to directly fire cannons and blow up the company. She and Yan Fu were like lifelong enemies. In private, everyone said she had reincarnated into the Yan family to seek revenge.

“Dad, I just thought of something. Can you help me design a product? Just create packaging according to my preferences. I’ve been using the essential oil at home these past few days and think it smells especially fragrant. I saw that the essential oil doesn’t have packaging. Can you let me design one myself? I want something a little different!”

This suggestion was a little unreasonable, but it also hit exactly what several executives were thinking. It was time for them to change the outer packaging. The traditional packaging was too low-end. Taking it out as a gift made it look like an unlicensed product.

At the same time, they were also afraid. What if, at this time, Yan Qingqiu took the product and ran off to Fu Ye? That would be adding frost to snow.

Everyone hinted to each other that they absolutely had to stop this later.

The voice on the phone was sweet. “Please, Dad~ Just give me a batch of inventory. I won’t use it recklessly. I’ll be obedient.”

“All right. When the time comes, come to the company and get it.”

Yan Fu hung up and had everyone continue discussing follow-up matters.

Everyone froze, speechless.

As soon as his words fell, his phone rang again.

Yan Fu thought his daughter had called again. But when he opened it and looked, his kind expression instantly tightened, and he nearly smashed the phone.

Fu Ye had sent him a message, asking concisely: [Has Qiuqiu become an Omega?]

Yan Fu did not reply. The other side said: [As long as you agree to let me marry her, I’ll stop and help you save Yan Corporation.]

Fu Ye not only wanted their one hundred million back.

Now, he had also started playing ruthless with the Yan family, privately contacting several partners to cancel orders with Yan Corporation. At present, the Yan family’s goods were all piled up in warehouses. The things that could be sold for money could not be sold, and the research institute’s new products had to be halted.

The Yan family’s situation grew more dangerous by the day. The atmosphere in the meeting became increasingly serious. Everyone began advising Yan Fu to think carefully. The company was not his alone. What if that useless daughter of his ran off to the Fu family with the products?

“Why not agree to the wedding date? Your daughter has always wanted to marry him anyway.”

“That’s right. Stop being stubborn.”

Yan Fu, who was usually refined and courteous, grew angry. Pointing at the other person’s nose, he cursed, “Get out. Get out. What my daughter is like is not up to you to criticize.”

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After Yan Qingqiu hung up, she looked at Song Qingre.

“You told Uncle?” Song Qingre asked.

Yan Qingqiu stuffed her phone into her pocket and hummed. She sat on the sofa, her eyes wandering everywhere, before finally fixing on Song Qingre. Then she shifted closer to Song Qingre. Recently, she had seen some rumors online about the Yan family’s situation. She really wanted to help.

She had another idea, but it was not very easy to say.

Looking at Song Qingre, she was rather nervous and uneasy. She pinched her palm hard.

Song Qingre sat on the sofa, her long legs crossed. Seeing her nervousness, her fingers tapped against the cover of her book. “If you have an idea, just go ahead and do it boldly. If you never try, you’ll never know whether it will work.”

“But at such a critical moment, I can’t make mistakes.” Yan Qingqiu sighed. “I feel like I made too many mistakes in the past. If I make another mistake, there’ll be no way to make up for it.”

Song Qingre lifted her eyes to look at her. Hela smiled and asked, “Are you afraid there’s no way out? Or do you not have confidence?”

Yan Qingqiu was too embarrassed to say both.

Yan Qingqiu was thinking of having Song Qingre design the new packaging. Song Qingre’s paintings were amazing. During the days of her art exhibition, she had dominated the trending topics for several days.

She still had the money her dad had given her last time, and she had not spent it all. Song Qingre also still owed her several hundred thousand. It was completely possible to seek cooperation with her.

The problem was, if too few people bought it, then it would be a loss.

The plan was still only a rough idea. She would first release news and borrow Miss Song’s popularity for the design, then set up a prize. Buyers could enter a lottery, and the prize would be Song Qingre’s painting. She did not know whether it could boost sales.

She was just afraid no one would buy it… and they would lose a painting too.

“I’ll think about it more.” Yan Qingqiu turned and went upstairs. She had to think of an easier way to boost sales. Hateful. Why was her brain so inadequate!

Watching her run upstairs and downstairs, the butler’s heart ached. “Ai, lately, seeing Miss unable to eat or sleep properly makes me feel uncomfortable too. It’s all Fu Ye’s fault, telling Miss about this matter.”

Song Qingre held the book and said warmly, “Perhaps she isn’t that ignorant of worldly affairs. Perhaps she’s very smart.”

The butler nodded. “Yes. Miss was very clever when she was little. It’s just that after growing up, she became love-brained, so she became less clever.”

Yan Qingqiu returned to her bed. She lay down and rolled from the head of the bed to the foot. She was just a low-level employee who only knew overtime and working for others. She did not understand business decisions at all. How could she make up for the loss?

Use your brain, use your brain!

Mainly, there was not enough time. If only there were more time.

One hundred million. She really wanted to whip this body.

How did you dare do such a thing? Why did you make the family go bankrupt? Dad gave you one million in allowance every month. If the family goes bankrupt, there won’t be a single cent left, only debt. Are you stupid? Are you dumb?

Yan Qingqiu almost began to suspect that “she” had later been swapped and was not the biological daughter of this family.

Could there be some real-and-fake daughter plot?

Please don’t. That would be too melodramatic.

Yan Qingqiu adjusted her plan again. In the afternoon, she prepared to go to the company and look at the products. Empty thinking was useless. She changed into a relatively formal outfit, a shirt with jeans.

When she went downstairs, Song Qingre had already gone out.

For the next few days, she ran to Yan Corporation every day. She did not understand anything, and if those ideas could not match actual operations, they would only be empty talk. Now, after running around the company and using Yan Corporation’s products, she had some confidence. Her family’s brand really was amazing, especially the essential oil!

No wonder her dad did not want to change. This quality alone was enough.

At night, the butler drove her back.

Coincidentally, they saw someone standing at the entrance of the neighboring Song house. The visitor was also wearing a suit. She looked over a few more times and had the butler stop the car. Curious, she asked, “Is that Song Qingre’s relative?”

“Probably not.”

The butler knew the Song family’s relatives. None of them looked this shabby.

The person over there noticed them and took the initiative to come over and ask, “Does Miss Song Qingre live here?”

The car window lowered. He saw a very beautiful woman. The woman lifted her eyes and looked him up and down. Her starry eyes stared at him closely. There was no sense of contempt in them. It was more like she was very wary of him.

She felt he was a bad person.

“What for?”

“It’s like this. I’m a real estate agent.” Cai Wenxuan passed his business card through the car window. The other party was too beautiful. He was even afraid his business card had bacteria and would dirty her hand.

Yan Qingqiu became even more suspicious of his motives. She did not take it, and the business card fell to the ground. She asked, “What exactly are you doing here?”

“Miss Song commissioned us to sell the house a few days ago.”

The butler was also shocked and turned to look at him. “Your joke has gone too far. Miss Song has no need for money. Why would she sell the house? What exactly are you here for?”

Cai Wenxuan was very afraid of being misunderstood. It would be bad if security drove him out later, so he hurriedly said, “I don’t know the exact details either. Miss Song did contact us a few days ago to sell the house. Originally, we estimated the house to be around three hundred million, but Miss Song said it was urgent, and she could let it go for two hundred million. Today, a buyer contacted us wanting to buy it, so I came over directly. But I can’t get through to Miss Song’s phone.”

“You can go back first. She’s busy today and didn’t bring her phone.” Yan Qingqiu had the butler drive back and no longer paid attention to Cai Wenxuan outside.

After returning home, she went upstairs to the second floor. The butler looked at her, wanting to speak, then pressed his lips together. After waiting a while, he saw Yan Qingqiu standing by the window, occasionally standing on tiptoe to look toward the neighbor’s house.

Yan Qingqiu called Song Qingre. Song Qingre indeed did not answer. Yan Qingqiu ground her teeth. By ten at night, Song Qingre still had not come home.

Yan Qingqiu took a bath and lay on the bed, her fingers poking at the essential oil.

Yan Qingqiu could not hold things in her heart. She always wanted to figure this out clearly, so she simply called again. This time, the call connected.

The other side was quite noisy. Chaotic sounds mixed together—jiejie and meimei, gege and didi, let’s have a drink together.

It did not fit at all with Song Qingre, that quiet artist.

Yan Qingqiu held the phone, confirmed that there was not something wrong with her phone, then frowned and asked, “Where are you?”

“At a bar, working on a design. I’ll change places.” Song Qingre spoke for a while with two people beside her. She covered the phone receiver and walked out of the bar, then looked at the time and realized it was already ten-thirty.

“Sorry. I got off work a little late today. Once I get home, I’ll massage you?” Song Qingre’s tone was warm. “Please don’t deduct money.”

Yan Qingqiu said very directly, “Someone came to view your house today. Are you planning to sell it?” She could not understand. Even if someone had to sell a house, it should not be Song Qingre’s turn.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

She waited to hear the other side speak. The other side’s breathing was light, but there were no words. Yan Qingqiu continued, “Did you hear me?”

“I heard,” Song Qingre replied.

“Why are you selling the house?”

This time, Song Qingre paused for a long time again. The electric current carried her voice. Clearly, she had not said anything yet, but Yan Qingqiu felt her ears heating up. She knew the answer, yet still asked. She could not explain what she wanted to hear.

“It’s not like anyone lives there anyway. It’s full of weeds inside. Selling it is fine.”

Yan Qingqiu frowned. “What kind of joke are you making? Even ghosts wouldn’t believe that.”

At night, neither of them could see the other. The two seemed to be in a stalemate. Yan Qingqiu leaned against the headboard. She had not turned on video. When the screen dimmed, she saw her own face. It was truly red.

Song Qingre did not seem very willing to talk about this. “There are some things you only need to know in your heart. Once they’re said out loud, they aren’t artistic enough. I’m about to drive, so I’ll hang up.”

Yan Qingqiu’s heartbeat sped up, as if the person on the other end of the phone were looking at her. Her fingers gripping the bedsheet gradually heated.

“I understand,” she said softly.

“Mm?”

Yan Qingqiu’s thin lips moved. “Drive.”

“Mm.” Song Qingre prepared to hang up. She took her car key. Suddenly, the key that was about to be inserted was thrown off course by one sentence, failing to enter the slot.

Yan Qingqiu said, “From today onward… I am your…” She clenched her fist and pounded the bed. “Little slave!”

She paused, then called her softly, “Master.”

Author’s Note:

With one sentence from you, I’d want to smash pots and sell iron for you.