Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 5

Yan Qingqiu sat up and checked her body. Her skin was as fair as ever, with no extra bite marks. It just felt sticky.

She held her face in her hands and rubbed hard, finding it extremely hard to talk about.

If she had been alone, it would not matter. The main issue was that Song Qingre had been lying beside her. Did Song Qingre see everything when she got up?

She could no longer be human. She could no longer be human.

Yesterday, Song Qingre…

Did they—could it be that she had slept with Song Qingre yesterday? Why did she have no memory of it?

Yan Qingqiu took two steps back and examined herself more carefully. Her own fingers landed there and touched. After rubbing her neck twice, she only felt a small bump. Other than that, there was very little sensation.

She did not have much impression of what happened yesterday. She had slept very deeply all night.

Yet her muscle memory vaguely told her that this spot had been especially hot yesterday, so hot it felt as if it was about to burn.

They were both Alphas, so they repelled each other… But that was way too yuri-repellent.

Yan Qingqiu quickly went to the bathroom to shower. As she scrubbed her body, she felt that something was wrong. It was too slippery. She found clothes and put them on, then crouched on the floor with her face burning red as she washed her underwear.

Had the two of them interacted together yesterday?

Or had she moved around alone?

Her head hurt.

Yan Qingqiu washed the clothes clean and took them to the balcony to hang up. Then she went to gather the other clothes for the maids at home to wash. She asked, “Where are Song Qingre’s clothes? Why didn’t I see them?”

“Miss Song’s clothes were taken out to be washed early this morning. We also advised her several times, but Miss Song was too polite,” the maid said.

Yan Qingqiu pointed at the pajamas on top from yesterday. “Take this piece of clothing to wash. After washing it, dry it. I need to take it with me. Can you finish it within half an hour?”

“Yes.”

“Hurry.” Yan Qingqiu urged her. She had woken up early today. There were still three hours before the mission point, so she did not have to be too anxious. She called the butler over.

The butler was wearing a silver tailcoat today, only with an extra pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. He respectfully handed Yan Qingqiu a piece of paper. “This is what I wrote yesterday. It’s only the things that left a relatively deep impression. There are still some things I can’t recall in such a short time.”

“It must be true. There cannot be even half a false word.”

Yan Qingqiu reminded him repeatedly.

“I know,” the butler said.

Yan Qingqiu originally wanted to look at it first, but another matter was more important. She took out her card. “Yesterday, I entered the wrong password for my bank card online and accidentally locked it. Go unlock my card.”

“You need your ID card and household registration booklet, and you have to go in person to handle it,” the butler said.

“That troublesome?”

“If you’re not in a rush, I can have this month’s allowance transferred to another card for you first,” the butler said.

Yan Qingqiu’s eyes brightened slightly. Allowance. She had never had anything like allowance. In the real world, Yan Qingqiu had been alone with no family, growing up in an orphanage. Just the words “allowance” were enough to excite her. “Did it increase this month?”

“No. It is still one million.”

“!”

One million. Rich woman. Rich woman!

Yan Qingqiu hummed, feeling extremely excited inside. “Why so little? The seasons are about to change soon. I need to buy new clothes and bags. Tell them to transfer a little more to me. I’ll reluctantly use this one million for now.”

“All right. I will tell Sir,” the butler said.

“Drive me to find Song Qingre. First confirm whether she is at her studio.”

The butler went to make a phone call and also asked, “Then will you have breakfast at home?”

Yan Qingqiu’s brain spun. “Pack it up. I’ll take it and eat with her.”

If she went straight to find Song Qingre, Song Qingre might not necessarily see her. But if she brought breakfast, surely she would have to meet her, right?

The people at home worked quickly. Yan Qingqiu waited twenty minutes, and everything was ready. She got directly into the car and went to the studio.

In the car, Yan Qingqiu opened the note the butler had given her and read it. The first time she read it, her eyes widened slightly. The second time, they widened a little more.

Yan Qingqiu unfolded the paper again and reread it.

[I still remember that time when heavy snow was falling and plum blossoms were blooming. Miss’s cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were wet. Miss Song sat beside her, holding candy and coaxing her, but Miss tilted her head away and refused to eat it.

Miss Song coaxed her twice more, but Miss still would not listen. In anger, she covered her ears and ignored her. The two of them sat beneath the plum tree. Both were already adults, yet under the scenery, they looked small, their cheeks reddened by the wind. Miss Song took off her scarf and wrapped it around Miss, but Miss took it off and threw it onto the ground.

Miss Song was not angry either. She picked the scarf up again, shook the snowflakes off it, and helplessly wrapped it around her once more. She gathered Miss’s hands, which were red from the cold, into her palms and gently rubbed them. “Qiuqiu, don’t be like this.”

Miss ignored her, her eyes wet again.

Miss Song looked back at her too.

Of all things in heaven and earth, within those black pupils, there seemed to be only each other’s reflection. The snow, the plum blossoms, and the roses buried in the snow were all merely background.

It was extremely cold outside at the time. I thought that since Miss had this kind of temper, I should call them inside to talk. If the two of them got frostbite, the loss would not be worth it. I walked over and was just about to speak when I heard Miss sobbing with grievance and say, “Yesterday, we clearly agreed to kiss on the mouth. Today, it’s still only kisses on the cheek. Even kissing the eyes has no meaning anymore. I want to kiss on the mouth.”]

Yan Qingqiu: “!”

Kiss on the mouth! Judging from the description above, these two should have been around sixteen or seventeen at the time. At that age, they definitely had already awakened to such things. They definitely knew the meaning of kissing on the mouth. And Yan Qingqiu still wanted to kiss Song Qingre on the mouth. This…

Moreover, the information she saw yesterday was clearly a love triangle. Yan Qingqiu liked Fu Ye, and Fu Ye liked Song Qingre.

Yan Qingqiu asked the system: [Has the plot progress advanced? Is this true or false?]

The system, which had always been cold and expressionless, was silent for a few seconds this time before saying: [According to our system’s judgment, this has not been counted into the plot. As for whether it is true or false… I am not too sure either.]

The butler probably was not lying, right? He had no reason to write this kind of thing for Yan Qingqiu to read. It could not be that he had shipped them so hard that he got dizzy and started writing nonsense, right?

Yan Qingqiu thought about sending the butler a message to ask, but she did not know where to begin. Whether this happened or not, shouldn’t she herself know best?

Besides!

The butler’s writing was pretty good. Did they kiss in the end or not?

Yan Qingqiu sent the butler a message: [When I get home tonight, give me Chapter Two. Don’t write random nonsense, and don’t put on any filter. I want the truth. Very truthful.]

Butler: [Please rest assured. I only write what I personally witnessed. However… didn’t we agree on one update a day?]

Yan Qingqiu: “!”

A miscalculation. She should have said ten updates a day.

Yan Qingqiu: [There’s no beginning or end. Write more words next time.]

There was not much traffic today, and they arrived in a little over ten minutes.

Yan Qingqiu folded the paper and put it in her pocket. Song Qingre’s studio was not large. At present, she had rented one floor of an office building. Yan Qingqiu had already searched everything clearly. Song Qingre had majored in art overseas.

But as for painting, if one interacted with current online media, one might earn quite a lot. If one purely took the artistic route, without much money in hand, it was very hard to gain a foothold in the art world.

Song Qingre could be considered an artist with relatively strong fame in the past two years. She was just lacking a bit of marketing. This time, she had probably returned to hold an art exhibition in order to expand her connections.

Yan Qingqiu did not see many paintings on her way up. The studio looked quite simple. She stood at the entrance, and someone who looked like an assistant invited her to sit in the reception room first, saying that Song Qingre was still busy and asking her to wait a little.

Yan Qingqiu sat on the sofa. When she raised her head, she saw a painting on the wall.

A plum tree and roses were twisted together, intertwining. The rose thorns pierced into the bark, as if they had stabbed through its skin. It was a winter scene. Logically, it should have been pure and flawless, yet somehow, looking at it, it seemed twisted and gloomy.

The assistant said, “This is one of our Miss Song’s paintings. Not bad, right?”

Yan Qingqiu stood up, preparing to move closer and look. The system in her mind began reminding her: [Host, please note that there is still one hour left.]

Yan Qingqiu withdrew her gaze. “I want to see her now.”

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At this moment, in the office, the secretary was talking to Song Qingre. Song Qingre leaned back against her office chair, her brows faintly furrowed, her mood gloomy.

The secretary said, “The studio location has basically been chosen. Right now, the issue is still stuck on rent. That President Fu from last time called and said he could help us pay one million.”

Song Qingre’s red lips moved slightly, her voice extremely cold. “He really knows how to think.”

“If he were sincere, he would directly tell the other party to lower the rent a little. But he insists on saying he’ll help us pay in advance. Once he pays it, we’ll have to return the money to him.”

The assistant knocked on the door. “Miss Yan is here.”

Song Qingre nodded slightly, and her somber face slowly softened.

The secretary asked, “He might call later. Should I put him through?”

Song Qingre revealed a smile. She said, “Put him through.”

“Are you talking about the call, or Miss Yan?”

“Both.”

The secretary nodded.

Soon, the office door was pushed open.

A woman wearing a black-and-white puff-sleeved dress walked in. She carried a small pearl bag in her hand, and a rose pearl chain hung at her waist. The long black fishtail skirt floated gracefully, covering her long legs. Her ponytail was tied high. As she walked in, she carried a kind of unruly pampered air.

Her eyes were naturally cold and proud no matter what she looked at. Her noble, delicate appearance made her seem very hard to provoke.

After entering, she sat down on the sofa. She waved her hand, and the maid behind her placed the food box on Song Qingre’s office desk.

Song Qingre leaned back against the chair and asked, “Is something the matter?”

“Are you that busy?” Yan Qingqiu asked back.

Song Qingre looked at the food box. Seeing the food inside, she said, “Thank you, Qiuqiu. I’ve been busy with the art exhibition recently and really haven’t had any free time.”

The door that had just closed was knocked on again. The secretary pushed it open and said softly, “President Fu’s call has been put through…”

“I originally thought he was helping us negotiate the price down. Now I think he just wants to use this to pressure you, while also gaining a good reputation for himself. Afterward, he can use this money to restrict your freedom. If we had negotiated ourselves, we could at least lower it by ten thousand or so. If we tightened things a little more, it’s not like we couldn’t gather the money…” When Sheng Huajian said this, her brows were tightly furrowed. “He also said he wants to come see you this afternoon.”

“See me?” Song Qingre’s brows creased. She let out a shallow breath. “Let me think about it…”

Yan Qingqiu frowned and stared at Song Qingre. Song Qingre sighed softly, her expression very helpless. She answered the call, moving her body forward and propping her jaw on her hand. Her temperament looked gentle, but at this moment, her face was full of exhaustion, making one’s heart ache.

Yan Qingqiu politely did not disturb her business discussion. In reality, she pricked up her ears to listen. Hilarious. She would just listen and see what this crooked-necked dog man wanted to do.

Fu Ye’s voice was very clear. “Do you have time to meet this afternoon? I had someone ask about the venue you mentioned last time. If you want to take it, aren’t you short on funds?”

“Qingre, how about I help you pay first?”

His tone was warm and gentle, but underneath it was an anxious urging.

Song Qingre said, “There’s no rush. I’ll wait a little longer. The current price is too high…”

“If you wait any longer, someone else might take it.”

“There’s really no rush. Let’s wait a little longer. If you help me pay, and later I don’t have enough funds, what would I use to repay you? Let’s leave it at that for now. I still have a guest here. We’ll talk later.” Song Qingre placed the landline receiver down, but as it lowered, the pad of her finger lifted slightly, stopping the call that should have been hung up.

“He’s coming to see you with his crooked neck?” Yan Qingqiu snorted coldly. She had basically understood. Wasn’t this exactly the sort of move a domineering CEO often pulled?

Taking advantage of your hardship to step in, tripping you up behind the scenes while appearing to be your benefactor on the surface. She dared to guarantee that as long as Song Qingre accepted Fu Ye’s money, Song Qingre would definitely fall into a pit and be easily controlled by Fu Ye in the future.

She really could not understand why so many clever female leads immediately lost their intelligence the moment they met the male lead.

Yan Qingqiu sat on the sofa opposite her, lifted her skirt slightly, and asked, “How much money are you still short?”

“Not much.” Song Qingre did not seem to want to mention this matter. She opened the food box and glanced inside. Everything prepared was food she liked. “The food is still warm. Shall I take you out to eat?”

“Say it!”

“How much money do you need?” Yan Qingqiu asked.

Song Qingre’s fingers paused. She closed the food box again, interlaced her fingers, and pushed the remaining warmth on them back and forth until it turned cold. As if it were very hard to say, she answered, “One million.”

Yan Qingqiu’s heart startled. One million. One million was not a small number. In her original world, she had worked herself to death and only saved around ten or twenty thousand yuan.

“You wouldn’t sell yourself for one million, would you? Fu Ye is not exactly a decent person.”

“You can’t really say that. With one million, once the exhibition opens, selling a few paintings should be enough to earn it back,” Song Qingre said.

“What if they don’t sell?” After Yan Qingqiu said that, she felt that she was being too much of a jinx and changed her words. “What if Fu Ye goes back on his word? That person never keeps his promises.”

Song Qingre raised her brows slightly. “Mm… It’s not that I haven’t considered what you’re saying.”

The secretary beside her added, “It’s just that we’re very short on funds right now. If the venue can’t be opened up and we can’t invite any prominent people over, we’ll lose even more. We already lost money overseas—”

“Huajian,” Song Qingre cut her off.

Yan Qingqiu bit her lip and said, “I’ll give it to you…”

“You’ll give it?” Song Qingre frowned and shook her head. “No need. Keep it for yourself to spend.”

Yan Qingqiu took out her own card. The allowance that had just been transferred in. One million. She stood up, pinched the card, and slapped it onto the table. “Take it and spend it.”

When she threw it out, she was generous. But when she turned around and no one could see her, she closed her eyes for a moment. Her heart still hurt quite a bit. Her lipstick kiss mark was even printed on it.

Song Qingre’s eyes were clearly somewhat surprised. Yan Qingqiu definitely had to interfere in this matter. Setting everything else aside, what if Song Qingre fell into the hands of that scumbag?

Although she herself was not exactly a good thing either.

“What do you want?” Song Qingre looked at her very directly.

Yan Qingqiu thought that her request would definitely be simpler than Fu Ye’s.

“One million to keep me?” Song Qingre asked back.

With Song Qingre’s education, earning one million a year should not be a problem. One million to keep her for a year did seem not quite enough. What about one million a month?

Yan Qingqiu actually did want to keep her. Song Qingre was so good-looking. She had the guilty desire. After all, in reality, she would never have had such a chance. She thought about it and first looked at Song Qingre’s expression.

Song Qingre sat behind the chair, neither cold nor smiling. Her expression was very quiet, with a faint sense of anger without needing to show it. Yet between her brows and eyes, there was also a bit of indulgent teasing.

It was really hard to tell what she meant.

Yan Qingqiu asked, “If I keep you, would you be unwilling inside, and then, just…” Kill me!

“Mm?”

“Keeping you for one day should be fine!” Yan Qingqiu raised her voice. Her courage instantly grew. She said, “My request is very simple. Besides, am I not better than him? You’ll take money from a stinky man, but you don’t dare take money from a fragrant woman?”

Song Qingre did not agree. Nor did she show emotion.

“Think it through yourself. Once you miss this chance, there won’t be another like it.” Yan Qingqiu added fuel to the fire. As long as Song Qingre agreed, her mission could pass.

One million to buy her life was worth it.

“Tell me your request.”

Yan Qingqiu said, “As long as you can kiss me until I’m breathless, this money is yours.”

“Mm?” Song Qingre raised her brow slightly. “That’s all?”

Her eyes were suspicious. “You’re spending one million just to buy a kiss?”

Her suspicion was not unreasonable. These two had not had such a good relationship before.

Yan Qingqiu knew clearly in her heart that one million for a kiss clearly did not make sense.

She had the guilty desire, but unfortunately, she was afraid.

Song Qingre asked, “You only want a kiss? Don’t other people play with the body and soul too? You’re so strange. What’s your reason for doing this? Could it be that someone deliberately made you do this to set a trap for me?” Her string of questions made Yan Qingqiu panic. She propped her jaw on her hand, leaned forward slightly, and looked straight at Yan Qingqiu. “Qiuqiu, lying is not good.”

Yan Qingqiu felt as if both her heart and her whole person had been seen through, and she was very surprised.

Song Qingre was so smart.

Cough. Then there was no helping it. Then she, she could only play along a little.

Yan Qingqiu coughed once and lifted her head. “Fine, you saw through me. I really did… take a fancy to you. Then, then I’ll play with your body a little too.”

Song Qingre made no sound.

Yan Qingqiu thought to herself, cleverness can be defeated by cleverness. Song Qingre, you’re too stupid. Originally, I only wanted to kiss you, but you insisted on dragging yourself into it.

“Think it through yourself.”

Yan Qingqiu hinted, “Last night…”

Song Qingre raised her hand, as if refusing her, but the secretary beside her misunderstood and directly collected the card on the table. Song Qingre’s brows moved slightly. She told the secretary to draw up a contract so that from then on, the person and the money would both be settled.

Then she looked at Yan Qingqiu and asked, “Kiss first?”

Song Qingre parted her long legs slightly, the tip of her black leather shoe tapping the floor. “Then come here. Sit on my lap and kiss me. Today… I’ll let you do as you please.”

Yan Qingqiu’s eyes widened slightly. She looked at the secretary who was tidying things at the side. The secretary was equally shocked.

Song Qingre could be this flirtatious too?

This fast? She was not even prepared yet.

Yan Qingqiu said, “There are still people here. Do you have no shame?”

“Ah… I saw you discussing it so happily just now, so I thought you liked it when there were people around. Huajian, you go out first. Bring in the contract for keeping me later.” Song Qingre spoke gently, pushing the documents over. Her arm brushed against the landline from before.

Huajian tidied up the things. She was too curious and glanced at Yan Qingqiu, the corner of her mouth twitching.

Yan Qingqiu looked at Song Qingre’s legs. They were even and very long. Today, she wore a white shirt, and underneath was a pair of black suit pants, straight and neat, revealing her ankles.

Yan Qingqiu had just stood up when she sat back down again. She had already spent one million, so she had to enjoy herself. She also slightly parted her long legs, leaned back a little, narrowed her bright eyes slightly, and once again displayed that arrogant, spoiled energy of someone who looked down on everything. She said, “Come here. Sit on my lap and kiss me.”

After thinking about it, her gaze fell on the suit jacket hanging over the chair behind Song Qingre. She said, “Put on the suit jacket. Make yourself look proper. Later, you also have to call me Older Sister.”

Mm. Preferably with tongue.

Author’s Note:

So shy, shy, shy.

Call me Older Sister = I am the fierce top.

Randomly appearing butler: What a pity I’m not there in person. Otherwise, I’d write it down, write it down!