Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 25.1

Song Qingre held the car key, the pad of her finger pressing against the grooves until marks were left on her skin.

After Yan Qingqiu finished speaking, she kept waiting for Song Qingre’s answer, but there was no response from the other side. She could only hear the sound of the car starting. Because the car’s performance was too good, even the engine sound faded away in an instant.

It was quiet.

Yan Qingqiu listened more carefully and could only feel that the car was moving very fast, speeding all the way. Yan Qingqiu panicked a little. Why wasn’t Song Qingre responding?

She bit her finger. What was Song Qingre hinting at again?

Yan Qingqiu poked the screen with her finger, but just before she touched it, she withdrew it again.

Fatal.

A moment later, she gathered her courage and tried to break the deadlock. In a tiny voice, she asked, “Master, did you hear what I said?”

Yan Qingqiu grabbed the pillowcase and twisted it hard, twisted it until her fingers hurt. She had not even done anything yet, but her whole body was already covered in hot sweat.

Why wasn’t she speaking?

Was I not sultry enough?

“Master is driving. Don’t disturb me.” Song Qingre’s voice gave a cold command.

“Oh.” Yan Qingqiu burrowed around on the bed for a while, then lay there motionless.

Feeling that something was wrong, she changed her words. “Okay, Master.”

She heard a hiss.

Yan Qingqiu wanted to say something, but pressed her lips tightly together.

She could not speak.

“I almost ran a red light.” Song Qingre’s tone carried a faint sigh.

Yan Qingqiu bit her lower lip and kept biting. “Sorry, Master.”

The fingers gripping the steering wheel went slightly numb. It was unknown which nerve had been teased, but it felt numb and itchy, even making her gland heat up along with it.

The car stopped along the way. The window opened, and the wind outside blew in, easing much of the restless heat. The person sitting in the car took deep breaths.

Forty minutes later, the courtyard lights turned on. The butler opened the door downstairs. The butler asked, “Miss Song, have you eaten? I had the head chef save you a meal.”

Song Qingre got out of the car. She handed the car key to a servant and entered first. When she was about to enter the living room, she stepped back, lifted her head, and looked toward the second floor. The shadow on the window instantly crouched down with a whoosh.

A few seconds later, only a few fireflies remained circling the lamplight.

Song Qingre curved her lips.

“Thank you, Uncle Dong.”

The butler went in to bring out the meal. Song Qingre washed her hands clean, sat at the table, and began eating.

Upstairs, Yan Qingqiu paced back and forth barefoot on the floor. Several times, she opened her door to check the movement outside. Song Qingre still had not come up. She was still eating. Yan Qingqiu returned to sit on the bed. On the bedside table was the essential oil they would use today. Afraid that one bottle would not be enough for her, the maid had thoughtfully prepared many bottles.

She picked up one bottle and sniffed it. Laughable.

From now on, shouldn’t she be the one massaging Song Qingre?

She did not seem to have Song Qingre’s excellent handiwork.

As she thought this, Yan Qingqiu’s ears keenly caught the sound of footsteps coming upstairs. She got up and walked over, pressing her ear to the door. She felt the footsteps stop. Yan Qingqiu’s heart thumped wildly. It seemed Song Qingre had stopped outside her door.

Should she open the door?

Yan Qingqiu felt that since she had already called her Master, hesitating now would seem insincere. A person had to be braver. She held the doorknob, gently turned it once, and opened—

No one. She looked to the left and met Song Qingre’s gaze as Song Qingre was taking out her key to unlock her own door. In an instant, Yan Qingqiu swiftly burrowed back into her room and directly shut the door.

She moved so fast that Song Qingre worried she might have caught her neck.

Fatal.

Yan Qingqiu’s heartbeat went wild. She leaned against the door and slowly slid down to sit on the floor.

Song Qingre should have gone in, right? Definitely. She should have gone in.

Yan Qingqiu braced her hands and was about to stand when the door was suddenly knocked twice.

That sound fell into her ears like it was knocking against her body.

“Do you still want a massage today…”

Massage? Massage?

Yan Qingqiu looked at the essential oils on the bedside table. She closed her eyes and said calmly, “Yes.”

She worked hard to straighten her body, so as not to make herself look cowardly. She said, “Then wear less.”

Outside, there was a soft “mm.” Song Qingre stood for a while, then her footsteps grew farther and farther away. Soon, Song Qingre returned to her own room.

Yan Qingqiu stood there for a while, then went over and placed the essential oil bottles on the bed. After that, she took clothes and went to bathe again. Just now, she had sat on the floor, and it was not very clean.

Half an hour passed. By now, it was already late.

Song Qingre had washed her hair too. She wiped it with a handkerchief and reached out to open the door. Yan Qingqiu was standing at the entrance.

Yan Qingqiu did not know how long she had been there. Song Qingre was surprised and was startled by her. Song Qingre looked at her in confusion.

Yan Qingqiu was very good at getting into character. “Master, Customer Service 298 is here to serve you.”

Perhaps because she was too nervous, the fingers holding the wooden box had turned white from pressure.

Fortune’s wheel truly turned. Yan Qingqiu, did you ever think you would have a day like this?

Usually, Miss Song always had her hair pinned up. Today, her wet hair had fallen down, clinging to her collarbones. Droplets gathered one by one at the tips of her hair, each drop falling onto her collarbone.

There was a curved strand in front of her forehead, covering her brows and eyes. Because it was wet and too heavy, it slid down along the side of her nose.

“Master, do you need service?”

Yan Qingqiu’s fingers went numb. The essential oil bottles in the box she was holding kept knocking together, making crisp clinking sounds.

“Mm.” Song Qingre moved slightly backward. Yan Qingqiu walked in step by step. With a little more force, it felt as if the people downstairs could hear.

The lights in her room were not bright, making the room look dim and hazy. Song Qingre changed the lighting once, and now the room became very bright. “I turned on the lights when I came in.”

“Mm, it’s fine.” Yan Qingqiu placed the essential oils on the bed. She looked at Song Qingre, who was still wiping her hair with the handkerchief, and naturally asked, “Do you need me to help dry your hair?”

Song Qingre took down the handkerchief, removed the hair stuck to it, then draped the handkerchief over the chair.

Yan Qingqiu went to the bathroom to get the hair dryer. Song Qingre sat at the edge of the bed. When Yan Qingqiu came back, she got onto the bed and knelt behind Song Qingre, holding her hair and beginning to blow-dry it. From the crown of her head to the ends, then from the ends back to the crown. She asked, “Do you want me to dry your bangs?”

Song Qingre turned around. Yan Qingqiu’s hand passed over her forehead, preparing to hook up her hair. Just as she moved a little, Song Qingre’s lips shifted slightly and said, “Touch me.”

“Ah?” Yan Qingqiu’s fingertip brushed across her brow bone and rubbed hard. She swallowed, and even her throat rolled. Song Qingre sat sideways. Even though the lamplight fell on her, the two of them were too close, making one side of her face bright and the other shadowed.

Song Qingre’s eyes looked at her. Yan Qingqiu could see herself in those eyes, looking very cramped. At the same time, she could also see the complete Song Qingre. Song Qingre was ordering her.

Touch her, touch her.

Yan Qingqiu lowered the hand holding the hair dryer, and her other hand began tracing Song Qingre’s brows. She could not describe the brow shape. She only felt that the curve was not large. She touched the tail of Song Qingre’s brow, then touched her cheek, as if outlining her features. She touched her thoroughly once.

Song Qingre’s eyelids lowered, her eyes closed. “Call me Master.”

One sentence placed heavy shackles around Yan Qingqiu’s wrists.

“Master.”

After stroking back and forth twice, Song Qingre’s outline became concrete beneath her hand. Yan Qingqiu sensed her coldness, and it was also as if she had probed the craving hidden deep inside.

Her palm covered the side of Song Qingre’s face. Feeling the coldness, Yan Qingqiu’s palm was very warm. She gathered her palm and pinched lightly.

Yan Qingqiu thought.

If she kept touching her, would Song Qingre make her fulfill the duties of a slave?

For example: do some technical work like fucking her master.

Thinking this, she secretly used the hair dryer to blow Song Qingre’s bangs, bit by bit. Song Qingre did not order her to stop, nor did she order her to do anything shameful. Yan Qingqiu blow-dried Song Qingre’s hair until it was half dry.

When she turned off the hair dryer, Song Qingre stood up and took a bottle of essential oil from the box. She poured the oil into her palm and rubbed her hands together.

Yan Qingqiu glimpsed this scene and panicked. Her finger pushed hard upward against the switch. One word appeared in her mind: lubrication.

Although she had no experience, she knew the steps.

“Lie down,” Song Qingre said, her gaze landing on the bed.

For convenience while blow-drying Song Qingre’s hair, Yan Qingqiu had been kneeling on the bed the whole time. Hearing this, she licked her lips and said, “Isn’t this a little fast?”

Song Qingre’s fingers were rubbed until they were moist. She pinched her knuckles. “It’s not early anymore. It’s already midnight.”

Yan Qingqiu swallowed. She held the hair dryer like she was holding a gun, unsure whether to aim it at herself or someone else. “But I haven’t even gotten the money yet. Isn’t this too rushed? And… I think there should at least be some foreplay first. Like kissing, touching…”

Song Qingre stepped forward, almost touching nose to nose with her. Her breathing was urgent. “Then shall we kiss now?”

“No, no, no…” Yan Qingqiu pushed her once and stood up, thinking this was too fast. At least get the money first before going further. She pressed the hair dryer against Song Qingre’s chest.

Song Qingre looked straight at her, desire seeming to fill her brown pupils. Suddenly, she laughed. “What are you thinking? Didn’t we agree on a massage?”

“Then, then who massages whom?”

“I’ll massage you,” Song Qingre said. “The money hasn’t reached your account yet, so for now, I can still listen to you. If you don’t want a massage…”

“Massage.” Yan Qingqiu did not hesitate at all and directly lay down. Only after lying down did she panic a little. Had she lain down too quickly? What if Song Qingre thought she had that kind of intention?

Just as she was about to say something, she felt cool fingers slip into her tank top and touch her back. It was still the familiar touch. Yan Qingqiu’s thoughts drifted wildly. She thought, today she would learn the technique so she could work later.

Tomorrow and the day after, she would massage Song Qingre too. She did not know how many years and months it would take to pay things back by earning 298 yuan a day like this.

Boohoo.

Thinking this, Yan Qingqiu felt both pleased and sad. When she was about to fall asleep, she forced herself to stay awake and asked, “You don’t necessarily have to sell the house. I’ll think of another way. That house was left to you by your parents… Don’t sell it yet. Really.”

Song Qingre’s lips had just opened slightly when Yan Qingqiu added, “I haven’t even gone inside to look yet…”

The fingers paused, then pinched her shoulder.

“Pinch toward the middle. My gland is a little itchy.”

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When Yan Qingqiu woke up in the morning, she lifted her back, failed to get out of bed, and heavily collapsed onto the mattress again. A thin blanket was draped over her waist. After two movements, the thin blanket slid down, revealing her narrow waist.

When she turned her head, her cheek pressing against the back of her hand, Song Qingre was sitting neatly dressed by the bed.

Yan Qingqiu woke up instantly. For a moment, she did not know what to do. She turned over and looked at Song Qingre. Song Qingre also looked at her. “Awake?”

The window was open, and the wind outside blew in.

Yan Qingqiu nodded. She sat up in bed. Thinking of yesterday’s events, her heart drummed. How should she address her?

Should she say good morning?

“Why aren’t you speaking?” Song Qingre asked her.

“Master…” Yan Qingqiu’s voice was low and hoarse. “Good morning.”

She knelt on the bed, her fingers clutching the hem of her clothes. She wanted to say something harsh, but she was too embarrassed. She had already called her that. Making money was most important. Make money!

“Tell me your plan first. I’ll help you think of a way,” Song Qingre said warmly. She held a tablet, the stylus in her hand drawing on it.

Yan Qingqiu first calmed herself and cleared her mind, then told Song Qingre all the things she had thought of before. She rubbed her face, feeling that she would have to talk for a long time, and got off the bed. “Wait for me. I’m going to brush my teeth. I’ll be right back.”

She ran very fast, went to the room next door to get her toothbrush and rinsing cup, then entered Song Qingre’s washroom and thoroughly tidied herself up. When she came out, she took facial cream and sat on the bed, applying it to her face. She dotted the white cream onto her cheeks.

“What do you think? Tell me.”

“You look quite pretty like this,” Song Qingre said.

Yan Qingqiu’s fingertips paused. She seemed to think of something, pressed her lips together, and said, “I’m not talking about this. I’m talking about the method. What do you think of my method? Is it feasible?”

“Not very feasible. Weibo’s sales-driving traffic is no longer high,” Song Qingre said. “If you do a lottery with my painting as the prize, you’ll definitely lose money. You’d be better off putting my painting on a trading platform and letting everyone bid together. That would earn more.”

“I can do livestream sales. It’s just… my dad’s company won’t give me goods. I don’t have permission.” Yan Qingqiu said softly, “And my dad only allocated me one million yuan’s worth of goods for reform. If I sell the original goods, they definitely won’t sell. That’s far from enough.”

The company was not Yan Fu’s alone. There were so many people above and below. It was impossible for everyone to spend real money and silver to play along with her. Moreover, she was the one who had caused this matter. No one believed her, and she did not dare make guarantees either.

Song Qingre said, “You can buy the goods.”

“Buy?” Yan Qingqiu had thought of this too. The problem was that she had no money.

“How much money do you need?” Song Qingre asked.

Yan Qingqiu did not dare ask for too much, lest Song Qingre sell the house.

“Uncle’s company doesn’t dare provide you goods because there is no precedent. You can give him a deposit. For however much you sell, you split the profits with him. Afterward, since you don’t run away with the goods, they can return the deposit to you.”

This method was pretty good.

She definitely would not run away with the goods. Right now, she could help as much as she could sell, and that way, she would not feel pressured either.

Song Qingre added, “These goods must be reformed according to your method. Both sides bear the risk. But if money is earned, they must share profits with you. This way, you also earn more than simply signing a livestream contract.”

Yan Qingqiu did not understand any of this. In the real world, she had not worked in this industry at all. Speaking of it, she was embarrassed. When she used skincare products, it was only when winter came and her face felt too dry, so she casually bought a small one- or two-yuan packet and wiped it on her face.

She repeated Song Qingre’s words once. Song Qingre gave her the tablet. Song Qingre had already drawn the process for her. Each line was written clearly, and even the risks had been planned out. Only one worst-case outcome was not written…

“The worst-case outcome…” Song Qingre said, “The worst-case outcome is that you don’t sell well, and the money I lent you goes to your dad to help him through the crisis. Then I become your creditor.”

Song Qingre sighed. “I may have to be your master for a very long time.”

Yan Qingqiu’s face was about to change color. She turned around and pretended to wipe the facial cream on her face. She painfully reflected, scolding herself inwardly: serves you right for having such a cheap mouth back then!

“Under the premise that you don’t sell the house, how much money can you lend me?” Yan Qingqiu asked.

“How much do you want?”

“One hundred million!”

If she wanted to become rich, she had to first fight for one damn hundred million.

“All right. One hundred million.”

Yan Qingqiu’s eyes widened slightly. She agreed this quickly?

Yan Qingqiu looked at her suspiciously. “You have that much money? You’re not secretly going to sell the house, are you?”

“No. I can still take out one hundred million. Before my parents passed away, they left me some money. I’ve also earned some myself over the years.”

One hundred million was called some?

Yan Qingqiu felt something was wrong. She stared at her and asked, “Then why were you selling the house?”

“Mm. If you hadn’t thought of a way, I would have bought Uncle’s company. If I couldn’t buy it, then I would have injected funds and become a shareholder. Calculating it that way, the capital flow would be relatively large and couldn’t be mobilized immediately. Uncle’s company is also urgent. Selling the house would get money faster,” Song Qingre said.

She spoke calmly, but Yan Qingqiu was stunned. Buy it, buy the company… Song Qingre did not say the rest. She looked straight at her.

Some words were not artistic enough once said aloud, but the things she did not finish saying were another kind of heartbeat.

“Then if I sell the goods and earn money, and also pay back your money, you won’t want anything?” Yan Qingqiu looked at her and said softly, “Why don’t I share the money with you?”

“No need. I’ll just congratulate you on your success.” Song Qingre only looked at her, speaking gently, as if she had no desires or demands.

Yan Qingqiu was almost moved to tears. She could barely hold back from saying, “Good person, even if I pay back your money, please still let me become your captive.”

The two got off the bed. Song Qingre took her to look at the paintings. Yan Qingqiu stood on the balcony and looked at those painting boards one by one. Her heart was moved, and she could not help frequently looking at Song Qingre. She had prepared so thoroughly.

On the painting board:

A golden-haired girl moved like the wind. Her head was lifted, her eyes closed. Between her brows was a cinnabar-red dot. Her blue dress spread across the entire canvas, and flower beds bloomed over the skirt. The three-story villa tilted as if gazing up at her, holding up the sun’s golden radiance to crown her.

“There’s more.” Song Qingre took out several more painting boards from behind.

A golden-haired girl alone wore a crown. She lifted her head and bathed in the light, then closed her eyes beneath the light. Every inch of her skin was delicate like real flesh.

It made one really want to touch it.

Yan Corporation’s packaging was very simple. It was blue packaging with several patterns of peony-like flowers on top. In the last century, it had been extremely popular. Every time it was released, it would be snatched up immediately. But now, it seemed especially rough.

Song Qingre had drawn two versions. One was realistic and looked exactly like Yan Qingqiu. The other was romantic and abstract, with a strong artistic feeling.

At that time, Yan Qingqiu had even deliberately been mischievous and refused to let Song Qingre paint her. She ran from the flower garden to the swing, then from the swing upstairs. She had not expected Song Qingre to still paint it, and so beautifully at that.

“I’ll choose…” Yan Qingqiu felt very embarrassed. She looked at each one, but every painting was beautiful. Even the realistic one looked good to her. So this was how dazzling she looked when facing the light. Every strand of hair was like golden sunlight, and the light had spread a dazzling layer of gold over her.

“They’re all yours,” Song Qingre said.

“This many?” Yan Qingqiu was shocked.

“There are more inside.” Song Qingre looked indoors. Yan Qingqiu put down the painting board and entered the room. In the bedroom, there were several more painting boards covered with cloth. She opened them one by one.

There was a golden-haired girl opening a window, a golden-haired woman standing beneath a curtain of rain, herself lying on the sofa with shadow falling over her pink toes, and herself lying on the floor with sunlight illuminating half her body.

The person looking at her could see every fine hair on her body, as well as the delicate texture of her skin.

Yan Qingqiu did not know what to say. She almost wanted to ask Song Qingre: did you know something was going to happen and paint so many in advance?

The answer was clearly no.

Painting required inspiration.

Song Qingre did not only paint people. She painted rain, and she painted houses.

This was different from her previous style. When Yan Qingqiu had visited the exhibition before, very few of Song Qingre’s works had been this bright. Her paintings had one common feature: when she painted mountains, the mountains were upside down; when she painted rain, the rain slanted; even the snow flying across the sky was twisted and changed colors.

Yan Qingqiu remembered that there was one painting she had only exhibited and not sold. It was a stretch of white, with a few protruding black dots like ink casually splashed onto it.

Yan Qingqiu had even sighed that this was art? Then she could paint too. Later, when she searched on Baidu, she discovered that what Song Qingre had painted was snow, snow flying everywhere across the sky, except at a certain moment, the snow had turned black.

Black like dried blood.

When Yan Qingqiu wanted to look again at those few ink dots and distinguish the color, the exhibition was over. From the bottom of her heart, she admired Song Qingre. Artist. Amazing.