Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 7

What if she was just scaring herself?

Yan Qingqiu crumpled the booklet into a ball, preparing to throw it away. Then she thought about it. But what if it came in useful? After struggling for a long time, the driver walked over and said softly, “Brother Chen called just now and asked whether you want to go back for dinner. If you go back for dinner, you can eat together with Miss Song.”

Oh, right. Tonight, she still had to sleep together with Song Qingre!

It was too hot standing outside. Under the summer sun, the heat seemed as if it was going to split the sky open. If she stood there for another minute, she would be burned off a layer of skin. She hid inside the car.

The driver asked, “Miss, is your body all right?”

It was fine. She was just about to develop mental problems.

Yan Qingqiu shoved the little booklet into her bag. “Go home.”

Yan Qingqiu used her phone to search for information about A turning into O. No, B turning into O. No wonder the doctor had not prescribed her any medicine. This was what the internet said:

[A turning into O can still be saved. Just take some medicine to block it. But there’s nothing to be done about B turning into O. In medical terms, it’s called secondary development. In simpler words, it just means development came late. I heard this kind of O is very rare, possibly SSS-level.]

[In memory, the last SSS-level Omega was that songstress beauty from the previous century. But later, it was confirmed that SSS was only a gimmick. She was actually only S-level.]

[SSS + secondary development. That’s one fierce stack of buffs. What will happen during the heat period later?]

The doctor tricked me. He said it was very common!

Yan Qingqiu remembered that back then, she had also answered one question saying that she would differentiate into an ultra-rare SSS-level Omega in front of the white moonlight.

Differentiate in front of Song Qingre?

She was just about to ask the system when another trending topic attracted her gaze.

Trending topic: #Fu Ye had his dog head knocked crooked by his ex#

When she tapped in, she could see footage of Fu Ye with his neck crooked. It was simply too much. Yan Qingqiu could not hold back a pfft and laughed from the back seat.

Fu Ye’s neck was crooked, and his face was purple with anger. Yet he did not know what to do. He clenched his fist and slammed it hard against the table, completely incompetent and furious.

The comment section was even more interesting.

[I always thought that no matter what a handsome guy did, good or bad, scummy or loyal, I could handle it. Until I saw Fu Ye’s crooked neck. I instantly lost interest.]

[Can’t take it. If we’re talking about the most off-putting scene of the year, it has to be Fu Ye’s crooked neck.]

[Ahhh, wash my eyes.]

Yan Qingqiu read happily. During this time, her phone rang like crazy. She received many messages, all asking whether the trending topic was true.

Afraid of causing trouble, Yan Qingqiu did not reply. She only paid special attention to the contact “she” had pinned. If nothing was wrong, this was probably her best friend.

When the car arrived, she was still reading. The butler came over to open the door for her. He lowered his head slightly and said, “Sir called today.”

“Mm?” Yan Qingqiu withdrew her gaze and looked at the butler. “Who?”

“Sir, meaning your father. He called half an hour ago.” The butler leaned slightly forward. Yan Qingqiu lifted her skirt and got out of the car with his hand as support. For some reason she could not explain, Yan Qingqiu felt very uneasy. Was it because she had lived in an orphanage without parental love, and now that a father had suddenly appeared, she was afraid? Or was it because she was afraid of being exposed? Or was it something else? It was too complicated to sort out.

“What did he say?”

“It was about what happened online. Fu Ye seems to have called Sir and said that you hit him.”

“He actually went and complained.” Yan Qingqiu frowned angrily. She had been under the sun for too long today, and even the tip of her nose was covered in hot sweat.

The butler also added, “Yes. It was quite unexpected. Truly lacking gentlemanly manners. So what if you hit him a couple of times? He was the one wavering between you and Miss Song.”

Those words suited Yan Qingqiu’s heart. She glanced at him and said, “Did you say that to my dad?” How strange. The word “dad” could actually come out of her mouth. There was even a man’s appearance surfacing in her mind.

“I did. I sharply pointed this out. However, it seems this matter has had too great an impact and involves business matters. Master may still call you,” the butler said.

The Yan family was in the cosmetics business. This industry was highly competitive. Their family was an old brand, but they could not beat the newly rising internet-famous brands. Fu Ye’s family business was relatively large, a giant in this world that covered everything. He had invested in Father Yan’s project. If he withdrew his investment, it would have a considerable impact on the Yan family.

Yan Qingqiu hummed. She sat on the living room sofa. Not far away, a few roses were arranged in a vase on the coffee table. The butler’s way of doing things was very much to her liking. She thought for a moment and said, “What do you think my dad will say?”

“I’m not sure. But you hitting someone and forcefully kissing Miss Song was indeed a tiny bit excessive. Emotionally and logically, it does seem like your approach had some problems.”

Yan Qingqiu snorted twice. “When will Sir come back?”

“Probably in a week.”

Yan Qingqiu’s father had gone abroad to discuss a project and would not be back anytime soon. “We’ll talk about it then. One day at a time…”

“But he told me to stop your card,” the butler said.

Yan Qingqiu sat up straight, then quickly slumped down again. She touched her smooth fingernails. “I already spent it all.”

“Mm?” The butler was shocked. “That fast?”

“I already said one million isn’t enough to spend. I just bought some jewelry and clothes, things like that, and it disappeared all at once.”

“Then where are the things?”

“I threw them in Song Qingre’s office. Aiya, stop asking. So annoying.” Yan Qingqiu got up from the sofa, pinched her phone, and ran upstairs. After thinking about it, she sent Song Qingre a message, telling her to transfer the one million away first.

She suspected that Fu Ye had found out she wanted to keep Song Qingre and deliberately snitched, then made her father stop her card so that her attempt to keep Song Qingre would fail and affect Song Qingre’s work. This man was too hateful.

Yan Qingqiu paused, then shouted down to the butler, “Go clean up a guest room for Song Qingre to stay in tonight. At night, if the two of us sleep together… it’s very cramped.”

Yan Qingqiu squeezed her bag hard. Cramped was fake. The main thing was that she was about to become an O. What if, just what if, the two of them could not hold back and something like that happened? It would be hard to handle.

After entering her room, Yan Qingqiu took the two things out of her bag. The keeping contract was no longer important. The important thing was the booklet.

She flipped through the booklet over and over.

The more she read, the more uncomfortable she felt.

She searched another title: [Will an Omega die if their gland is cut out?]

Answer: Yes.

Yan Qingqiu’s eyes immediately reddened.

Boohoo.

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At eight o’clock in the evening, the lights in the courtyard were diligently shining. Tiny fireflies flew messily beneath the lamps. Yan Qingqiu had finished dinner and was lying on the bed. When she heard the sound of a car outside, she climbed up to look. They had agreed to eat together tonight, but Song Qingre had stood her up, saying she had work.

It seemed someone had sent Song Qingre back. Yan Qingqiu stared at the car. When she saw the assistant she had met today get out and open the door for Song Qingre, she immediately shrank back.

Song Qingre went upstairs quickly. Her fingers had just landed on the door, about to knock, when the butler came up and said, “The guest room has already been cleaned up. Miss Song, please stay in the room next door for tonight.”

Song Qingre turned her head and looked at him.

Her tone was very light. She said, “Qiuqiu doesn’t want me again?”

“Miss Song…” The butler’s voice abruptly stopped.

“All right. It is indeed inconvenient today. I also drank a little wine. She probably won’t like it.” Song Qingre blinked, a little moisture in her eyes. She agreed very easily and asked, “Which room is it?”

The butler pointed forward. Song Qingre turned and went over to open the door.

Yan Qingqiu leaned her ear forward and pressed it against the door. She heard rather unsteady footsteps. She pulled the door open slightly and smelled a faint scent of alcohol.

Even with the citrus fragrance suppressing it, it was still unpleasant enough to make her frown.

Yan Qingqiu stretched one foot out, preparing to go over and take a look. Then she hesitated and was just pulling back when she caught sight of the butler. The butler actually had not left and was still standing in the corridor. Sensing her gaze, the butler respectfully nodded to her.

No wonder the butler knew about the two of them kissing when they were seventeen or eighteen.

He was far too much like a ghost.

Yan Qingqiu shrank back into her room. She lay on her bed and opened her chat window with Song Qingre. The original “her” had also chatted with Song Qingre, but most of it had been hoping Song Qingre would leave Fu Ye and stop seducing Fu Ye. She had almost pointed at Song Qingre’s nose and cursed her.

“She”: [You’d better stay far away from Fu Ye. We’re already engaged now. If you don’t want to be a third party, you’d better not meet him. If you want to be a third party, then don’t blame me for being rude.]

“She”: [I’ve seen plenty of green tea women like you. It’s your ability if you can keep men hanging, but don’t blame me for turning hostile and beating you until even your parents don’t recognize you.]

Song Qingre had not replied with a single punctuation mark.

If she scrolled upward, there were even more messages like this. All of them hoped Song Qingre would have some self-respect and not “look for” Fu Ye, describing the female lead in a very unbearable way.

Yan Qingqiu propped her chin on her hand and took out the paper the butler had written. Looking at it, she actually felt a little sad. She slipped out of the room. The butler was still holding a lamp and patrolling in the living room. She clapped her hands, and the butler carried the lamp upstairs.

Yan Qingqiu said, “Go wake the head chef and have him make some rock sugar pear water to send to Miss Song’s room. Mm… if there’s some other tasty hangover soup, make a little of that too and send it to her.”

The butler answered yes. Yan Qingqiu added, “Don’t say I told you to do it. Just say it was left over at home. Remember?”

“It feels unnecessary to tell this kind of lie,” the butler said. “Aside from you being good to Miss Song, there’s no one else.”

“You, you hurry up and go!”

Yan Qingqiu went back to her room and closed the door.

She kept listening to the movement next door. The butler sent the soup and water over, but she did not hear Song Qingre speak. Lying there listening, she unknowingly fell asleep.

She slept very uncomfortably. Her body felt as if it was burning with fire. That heat burned from the back of her neck down to her ankles, making her entire body sweat damply.

“Mm…”

Her body twisted, and she kicked off the blanket.

Burning so hot, Yan Qingqiu had a dream. In the dream, she seemed to walk into some strange room. She heard barely suppressed soft panting, even more restrained than her own voice.

Her feet floated forward. In the dream, she could not see very clearly. The sound kept drifting into her ears.

“Qiuqiu, don’t come near me. Be good.”

“Silly, how could I die? My susceptible period just arrived.”

“All right, don’t be afraid. Even if my susceptible period has arrived, you still can’t secretly kiss me on the mouth.”

“Why are you crying?”

The woman on the bed… More accurately, she looked like a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl. She wore a very thin, cool dress, and her skin had been burned into a faint pink.

Yan Qingqiu did not know what to do. The other person, however, was much more mature than her. Her tired, dry eyes always revealed a smile, and the words she spoke always told Yan Qingqiu not to be sad.

She rolled off the right side of the bed and fell onto the floor. The hem of her nightdress rode upward, revealing fair legs and pink lace. The cool floor made her clear-headed for a moment. Her curved eyes opened slightly, then closed again.

Yan Qingqiu touched her eyelashes. They were wet.

She still felt rather sad.

That dream just now… was so real, as if it had truly existed.

Yan Qingqiu lay there for a long time. She was so hot she really could not stand it. She went to the bathroom to shower with cold water and soaked in cold water for twenty minutes. When she came out, she regretted it. Her body, after being rinsed with cold water, was even hotter than before. The entire room seemed to be burning.

There was nothing she could do. The doctor had not prescribed her any medicine either, saying that because she had a Beta constitution, inhibitors would be useless. If she really was becoming an O, using inhibitors once would cause major problems for her body in the future.

Yan Qingqiu pulled open the curtains and went to the balcony to stand in the wind. Very quickly, the scene below drew her gaze away. Someone was standing beneath the plum tree in the courtyard.

She wore a black camisole dress and leaned against the dry-branched plum tree. Beside her, the rose bush was blooming fiercely. Green leaves and petals covered an entire wall. The brown branches that had fallen to the ground wound closer, almost touching the withered roots of the plum tree.

In the dark night, if they were just a little bolder and more unrestrained, they would be as tangled together as in Song Qingre’s painting.

When Yan Qingqiu had eaten dinner, she had specially asked the butler about it. The butler said the plum tree in the courtyard had not bloomed for many years. Previously, “she” had kept clamoring to cut down this tree, but the butler had been delayed by other things in his hands.

Whether someone was sad or not could be seen. Song Qingre stood there without moving. No matter how one looked at her, she seemed sad. During this time, Song Qingre seemed to sense that someone was watching and turned her head. Yan Qingqiu instantly crouched down to hide.

Her heartbeat became chaotic at this moment.

By the time she dared to stand again, there was no one below. The plum tree and rose bush were still as they had been. As long as the rose bush worked a little harder, it should be able to touch the withered roots.

Her heart felt blocked and uncomfortable.

All these years, was “I” especially bad to her?