Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 6

Song Qingre walked over exactly as instructed. Her thin black blazer fitted her gracefully, hugging her waist with structural dart lines. It featured a plunging V-neck, and her hair was pinned up, revealing a fair neck and beautifully defined collarbones. A peek of the white shirt she wore underneath was visible where the blazer met. The black-and-white contrast gave her an incredibly sultry allure.

The aura she carried as she approached was overwhelming, enough to make anyone want to back away. But Yan Qingqiu had paid the money and possessed plenty of wicked courage. Relaxing her grip on her long dress, she said, “You, sit on my lap.”

“Alright.”

The black blazer pressed against Yan Qingqiu’s legs, pinning down the white rose chain on her hem. The office window had been open the entire time, letting the light stream in, but only now did the light feel glaringly intense.

A beam of light hit the corner of Yan Qingqiu’s eye. She leaned back to avoid it, and as Song Qingre’s lips drew close, Yan Qingqiu tilted her head, not forgetting her original intent: “Call me ‘Sister’ first.”

“But I’m older than you,” Song Qingre said. “It’s a bit hard to say out loud.”

Being so close, her words felt like they were whispered directly into the other’s ear.

Yan Qingqiu replied, “You must. Otherwise, what did I keep you for? I just like you dressing like an elite, calling me ‘Sister,’ and needing me to kiss you.”

“So you like this kind of flavor?”

Not necessarily—she liked everything.

She had caught sight of Song Qingre’s blazer draped over the back of the chair earlier, and she wasn’t about to let the aesthetic go to waste.

Wearing the blazer, Song Qingre exuded an irrepressible air of forbidden desire, combined with the undeniable allure unique to an artist. Right now, the top two buttons of her shirt were undone.

Yan Qingqiu didn’t even dare look down. If her lips moved forward just an inch, she would be kissing her chest.

“Say it,” Yan Qingqiu demanded, giving her no room to back out. Having spent the money, she was going to be as willful as she pleased.

“Qiuqiu Sister,” Song Qingre said, her red lips parting slightly.

Yan Qingqiu felt her bones melt. For a moment, she didn’t know what to do with her, her fingers pinching tightly against the woman’s arm.

Yan Qingqiu watched as Song Qingre pulled back. She reached out and pinched Song Qingre’s jaw, her fingertips tracing back and forth over it repeatedly.

She said, “Kiss me harder next time.”

She was almost out of breath, her mind a blank expanse of white, like someone suffering from severe hypoxia on the verge of fainting.

Suddenly, a sharp pain flared on her thin lips.

Yan Qingqiu leaned back against the sofa, feeling a bit dazed.

Song Qingre leaned over to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Are we good?”

Yan Qingqiu felt they were good. She called out to the system in her mind.

“Hmm?” Song Qingre narrowed her eyes at her.

Yan Qingqiu bit her lip, completely dazed from the kissing.

The system spoke: [Friendly reminder: The task requires YOU to kiss her until she’s breathless, not the other way around.]

“I said… it’s not enough.” Yan Qingqiu looked at Song Qingre again. This million was worth every penny. She pressed the woman into the sofa and deepened the kiss.

This time she didn’t just kiss. She reached out experimentally to pinch Song Qingre’s nose. Song Qingre grabbed her wrist, but when Yan Qingqiu frowned, Song Qingre released her grip. Yan Qingqiu used one hand to pin Song Qingre’s arm and the other to pinch her nose shut.

The moment she pressed down, Song Qingre arched her body upward. Their two bodies collided, making their chests ache with a dull thud.

Song Qingre was like a fish on a chopping board, completely at her mercy. She let out a muffled groan, swallowing her breath back down her throat as her body shifted upward. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson from the lack of oxygen.

At that moment, Yan Qingqiu brushed against her lips.

Song Qingre kept her eyes closed, so Yan Qingqiu patted her cheek gently.

Song Qingre’s eyelashes fluttered open, and she parted her mouth to gasp for air. “Qiuqiu, why do you always want to pinch my nose? It feels like from the very first time you kissed me, you wanted to kiss me to death—kiss me until I suffocated.”

Her fingers wound around the back of Yan Qingqiu’s neck, gently kneading that small patch of skin as if holding her life force in her hands.

Yan Qingqiu’s cheeks burned. What made her blush even harder was the system notification ringing in her head, confirming the task was cleared.

Meeting Song Qingre’s bright eyes, she panicked.

Song Qingre hooked her arm around her neck and pulled her into her embrace, turning her body to the side. Yan Qingqiu let out a soft groan. Song Qingre’s fingers rested on her thin lips, and she lifted her leg to pin Yan Qingqiu’s waist, pressing her deep into the corner of the sofa and blocking out the sunlight streaming through the window.

With nowhere to retreat, Yan Qingqiu could only lean against Song Qingre.

Song Qingre asked, “Are you hiding something from me?”

Yan Qingqiu didn’t answer.

“No lying.”

Yan Qingqiu panted, not daring to move.

Song Qingre traced her thin lips with her fingertip. “Qiuqiu, want to kiss more?”

“Mmh…”

The two were interrupted because Fu Ye arrived. His company was only a thirty-minute drive away. Upon arrival, he charged straight inside. Song Qingre only had her secretary and assistant present, and the two women couldn’t hold him back.

Sheng Huajian already disliked him immensely. Unable to block him, she snapped furiously, “What else would they be doing? Of course they’re inside kissing!”

“What?”

For a moment, Fu Ye didn’t know which part of him had been cuckolded. He froze right where he stood.

Having completed her task, Yan Qingqiu was ready to leave. She stood up and smoothed her skirt, preparing to walk out, but Song Qingre reached out and tugged at her clothes.

“What is it?” Again?

“Eat before you go. Aren’t you hungry?” Song Qingre asked.

She actually was a little.

Yan Qingqiu walked over to the desk. Song Qingre pulled out the chair, inviting her to sit at her executive desk. In her original world, Yan Qingqiu was a miserable corporate slave whose workspace was just a small cubicle crammed together with a crowd of people.

This chair was softer than her previous bed.

The food container insulated well; everything inside was still hot. The chef back home had prepared quite an array: hot soup, noodles, and small dim sum pastries. Yan Qingqiu ate the thin-skinned pork buns and drank some soup. After finishing, she secretly observed Song Qingre. Song Qingre ate methodically and unhurriedly, showing no signs of anger.

Logically speaking, anyone would feel humiliated being “kept” like a sugar baby.

She was so quiet and compliant—what did she mean by this?

Song Qingre used a tissue to dab her lips. “Should I go buy some mouthwash?”

“No need, too much trouble,” Yan Qingqiu said.

Song Qingre replied, “It’s no trouble. Keeping it in the office is good anyway; we’ll need it sooner or later.”

Yan Qingqiu thought to herself: Don’t tell me you expect me to deliver meals to you every day. Delivery fees are very expensive.

She had the maid pack up the food container and carried it out of the office.

Song Qingre didn’t come out to see her off.

Yan Qingqiu walked out feeling like she was floating on a spring breeze. In her hand, she clutched a contract—the sugar baby agreement Song Qingre had drawn up, complete with two copies.

It was written in detail. Song Qingre would kiss her until she was breathless, and the two would play with the “flesh.” Of course, the contract wasn’t worded that bluntly; the meaning was expressed quite tactfully.

Fu Ye was sitting on a chair in the waiting room. When Yan Qingqiu’s gaze swept over him, she merely snorted and completely ignored him.

She tilted her chin up and walked past without a backward glance.

Fu Ye couldn’t understand or accept this. Yan Qingqiu used to be pathetically in love with him. No matter how horribly he treated her or how coldly he spoke, she would always wait for him. A single glance from him would make her ecstatic.

When she hit him last time, he simply thought she was throwing a tantrum to prove her existence, and that she would eventually come back to apologize and beg for his forgiveness.

Now, she wouldn’t even look at him.

An unknown part of his heart twinged with pain, making him want to chase after her. He took a half-step forward when Sheng Huajian knocked on the door and said, “CEO Fu, you may go in now.”

Fu Ye furrowed his brows and pulled his foot back. Yan Qingqiu stepped into the elevator, and as the doors slowly closed, they obscured her beautiful face.

In the past, Yan Qingqiu was cold and arrogant to everyone else, and she had gradually grown icy toward Song Qingre, too. She only softened her edges for him, always sweetly calling him “Brother Fu.”

Recalling it now brought a wave of loss.

Pushing the door open, he found Song Qingre sitting in the office with her long legs crossed. The gaze she directed at him held a freezing smile, her vivid, slightly swollen thin lips pressed together.

In the elevator, Yan Qingqiu flipped through the contract. It was written in very plain, understandable language. She asked the system: [Can I enjoy my life now?]

Song Qingre’s work was so exhausting, and she had almost been plotted against by that scumbag. Yan Qingqiu was very worried she would have to engage in corporate warfare later; she knew she wasn’t built for that.

System: [Currently, there is no need for that. Rest assured.]

Yan Qingqiu wanted to relax but didn’t quite dare. Having finally transmigrated into a game as a wealthy young miss, she wanted to be a couch potato, lounging at home to eat and drink while spending a million a month everywhere.

Wasn’t it great to just coast through life? Sob. She didn’t want to be a hardworking overachiever at all.

Yan Qingqiu: [If the plot forces me to work in the future, please notify me in advance.]

System: [Minor detail, you can rest assured about that!]

Yan Qingqiu had never really liked the system, but for this reassurance, she added $0.01$ to its favorability rating.

Looking at the one-million-yuan figure on the contract, she felt a little sad again. The one million hadn’t even warmed up in her hands before she handed it straight to Song Qingre.

But thinking about it, it was quite sweet… very worth it. If there was ever another opportunity like this, she would gladly sell everything just to keep Song Qingre one more time.

Arriving at the main entrance, Sheng Huajian came running out to catch up with her. Holding something in her hand, she said, “Miss Song gave this to you. Her art exhibition is next Saturday; please come and attend.”

Yan Qingqiu took the card and got into the car.

Around midday, the car headed to the hospital.

Yan Qingqiu wanted to get a comprehensive physical exam to avoid any transmigration side effects, and specifically to check her brain to see if she could get rid of the system.

This thing… she simply didn’t trust it down to her core.

Her transmigration was clearly a trap. The system had bound itself to her brain without her consent, threatening her with death if she failed tasks. It was incredibly troublesome. To put it harshly, it was no different from kidnapping. Whether she lived well or not in her original world, pulling her over here out of nowhere meant it harbored no good intentions.

She still had a bit of money in her phone’s payment apps; she could pay using facial or fingerprint recognition. A few thousand yuan would last her a long time.

The driver opened the door for her, asking in confusion, “Why didn’t you let Brother Chen arrange this? You could go straight to our designated family doctor. Going now means you’ll have to line up.”

“I just want to check myself in.” Yan Qingqiu kept a card up her sleeve. After all, she had transmigrated; some details might not align, and letting others know would be too dangerous. She couldn’t leave landmines everywhere.

She went in to line up by herself, spending three hours completing several tests. All of them stated her body was perfectly healthy and in excellent shape.

The last item was the one Yan Qingqiu anticipated most—a specialized gland exam to test what her pheromones smelled like.

The doctor held up the scan, looking at it repeatedly, then looked back at her.

“Are you certain this is your test report?”

Yan Qingqiu nodded. “Is there an issue?”

“…Well, let’s do this: go down and take another test. Give this slip to the examining doctor; no need to line up.”

Yan Qingqiu nervously took the doctor’s slip back downstairs, then returned to sit before him, gripping her fingers tightly.

The doctor said, “You’re a Beta, correct?”

“Huh? I’m an Alpha.”

“The report indicates you’re a Beta; you don’t possess any glands. But your ID states you’re an Alpha. Could there have been an error when you originally registered?”

Yan Qingqiu had researched what glands felt like—there was supposed to be a small protrusion at the back of the neck. “But I can smell pheromones. Just today, I smelled an Alpha’s pheromones that were incredibly fragrant, like citrus.”

The doctor replied, “Alphas cannot smell each other’s fragrance; they repel one another…”

“We repelled too! When I smelled her scent, my body felt incredibly hot at night.”

“Pfft,” the doctor chuckled and said, “Then that’s even more incorrect. Repulsion means finding the smell nauseating. How could you like that scent? Let’s do this: ask the other party if they wore perfume. If they didn’t, come back for another checkup. Usually, these machines don’t make errors…”

“What if it isn’t an error?”

“If it isn’t an error, you might be an Omega undergoing secondary differentiation.”

“!”

Yan Qingqiu bolted up from her chair, pointing at herself. “Doctor, take a good look at me. I’m 24 this year. Can someone my age still undergo secondary differentiation?”

The doctor glanced at her and said, “At your age, there is still room for development.”

“This might seem rare to you, but it’s common practice for us. Some Alphas find out they’re pregnant after marriage, and subsequent exams reveal they underwent secondary differentiation into Omegas. Oh, right,” the doctor comforted her, “things haven’t reached that stage yet. It’s highly possible the other party just wore perfume, and you’re merely experiencing a bit of endocrine disruption and hormonal imbalance. Oh, and if you’ve had a sex life recently, pay close attention. If it truly is secondary differentiation, you are highly susceptible to pregnancy during this phase.”

“Huh?”

Yan Qingqiu couldn’t snap out of it.

Holding her medical report, she walked out in a complete daze, holding it up against the sunlight.

She mostly understood what was going on now. With her character’s personality, she had likely manifested as a Beta initially but refused to accept her fate, pretending to be an Alpha during registration.

But… Yan Qingqiu still didn’t want to give up. She doubled back with her slip to get a brain scan, wanting to see if it was caused by the system. There was clearly a system inside her head, yet no matter how the doctors checked, they concluded her brain was completely normal.

Unsure if the system did it on purpose, it suddenly popped up at this exact moment: [Congratulations Host! Plot unlocked by 5%, currently accumulating 35%! Host is moving so fast, you’ve already surpassed 99% of people! This time you have ample time to prepare for the next plot point!]

Congratulations my foot.

Don’t think I don’t know what that second plot point entails!

Yan Qingqiu clutched her medical report in one hand and a booklet titled Precautions for Secondary Differentiation into an Omega in the other, her head spinning under the blazing sun. What could be more depressing than thinking you were an Alpha, only to find out you were actually a Beta?

She flipped a page to read: > [Secondary differentiation is exceedingly rare and generally presents the following symptoms: 1. Breast enlargement and hypersensitivity to odors; 2. A libido significantly stronger than before, with peak periods occurring at night; 3. Pain and scorching heat at the back of the neck…]

Terrible. Every single one matched. It was a lock.

Meaning she couldn’t even pretend to be an Alpha as a Beta anymore—she was turning into an Omega, about to differentiate.

Under the scorching sun, Yan Qingqiu clutched the handbook, sweating profusely from the heat. She couldn’t figure out which form was the ultimate state. The original world was so much better; there were only two states: either a regular human or a pervert.

Her neck hurt terribly.

How depressing, she wanted to cry. She would honestly rather just be a pervert.