Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 8

The heat was truly unbearable, and Yan Qingqiu spent the entire night drifting in and out of a daze. That sensation made her really… not want to differentiate.

And she definitely didn’t want to cut out her glands.

In the morning, Yan Qingqiu carefully picked out an outfit for herself.

A small white tank top paired with a matching pair of hot shorts. The breezy style gave off a youthful vibe. Her natural curls were too hot to leave down, so she gathered her hair and secured it with a pearl butterfly hair clip. Hooking her pinky around a few stray blue curls at the back, she realized she didn’t really like this dyed, permed look. Her natural curls should have a golden tint, which would project a more natural, aristocratic elegance.

Yan Qingqiu checked herself out thoroughly in the mirror. Afterward, she found a measuring tape to check her bust size. She wasn’t sure if it was just psychological, but it seemed slightly larger than yesterday. She grabbed a piece of paper and jotted down today’s measurement.

The handbook had also mentioned that her body would secrete pheromones—a fragrance that an Alpha could smell. She raised her arm and sniffed, having deliberately avoided using scented body wash or perfume during her morning shower, yet she still couldn’t smell a thing. How strange.

When she opened her bedroom door, the butler was standing right outside.

Yan Qingqiu jumped in fright and took a step back. Just as she was about to speak, the butler respectfully handed her a piece of paper. “Miss, today’s update.”

“Oh.” Yan Qingqiu reached out to take it.

The butler said mysteriously, “A friendly suggestion: please read this alone today, and do not look at it in public.”

“!”

Yan Qingqiu’s eyes widened slightly.

Could it be… smut?

Yan Qingqiu immediately shoved it into her pocket.

Song Qingre was already awake, sitting at the dining table preparing to eat. Her cutlery was neatly arranged, and her smile was clean—clean like the sharp reflection of winter light.

She showed absolutely no sign of a hangover or a sleepless night.

As Yan Qingqiu walked down, she couldn’t help but recall the woman’s lonely expression from the previous night. Even though a whole night had passed, to Yan Qingqiu, it felt like an instant—in the blink of an eye, Song Qingre had become perfectly cheerful again.

Song Qingre propped her chin in her hands, the backs of her hands resting against her jaw. “Good morning, Qiuqiu Sister.”

Yan Qingqiu didn’t catch it clearly. “Huh?”

She sat across from Song Qingre. “What did you say?”

The head chef brought out the dishes. “Please enjoy, Miss.”

The breakfast was prepared with great care, featuring an array of high-end dishes. Yan Qingqiu ate with her spoon, and while eating, she noticed Song Qingre staring at her.

“What are you smiling at?” Yan Qingqiu countered.

“Qiuqiu Sister, would you like some porridge? Shall I ladle some for you?”

Yan Qingqiu was busy stuffing bread into her mouth and suddenly choked. She grabbed her glass and poured milk down her throat. Being called “Sister” wasn’t her kink, but being called “Sister” by a beautiful woman could absolutely end her life.

“You… you are not allowed to call me that,” Yan Qingqiu warned in a hushed, intense voice.

“Hmm? Has our sugar baby relationship already ended?” Song Qingre looked at her suspiciously.

Yan Qingqiu felt that if she said “it’s over,” Song Qingre would probably call her a living Bodhisattva. Instead, she said, “That kind of address is meant for the bed. Why are you calling me that out here? If you say it too much, what if it isn’t stimulating enough later?”

“Oh… right. I thought next time in bed you’d make me call you ‘Master’ or something to humiliate me. But if you like being called ‘Sister’ all the time, that works too.”

Song Qingre was doing this on purpose, wasn’t she?

Calling her ‘Master’ or something actually sounded a little stimulating.

She thought back to that initial game animation. Song Qingre had been kneeling, calling her “Master.”

Yan Qingqiu lowered her head to eat, filling her stomach while her mind swirled with indecent thoughts. If she ever got the chance, she would definitely use her status as a financial backer to command Song Qingre to call her Master. After finishing her meal, she sat idly in the living room to cool her internal fire.

According to what the doctor said, Song Qingre was an Alpha, and Fu Ye was also an Alpha. Their compatibility rating should be 0%. How could those two be together? The moment they met, the clash of their scents would make them want to vomit. Life would definitely be miserable, so how could they date?

This game’s setup had quite a major bug—or was there a deeper, hidden motive?

After finishing her meal, Song Qingre put on her suit jacket with elegant movements.

“What are you doing today?” Yan Qingqiu asked her. She herself was thinking of heading out today; “she” had a wide social circle, and several wealthy socialite friends had been constantly inviting her out recently.

“I’m not terribly busy. I’m heading to set up the art exhibition today. I have a meeting with a few people, so I have to leave shortly. I’ll likely be back in the evening.” Song Qingre picked up her blazer from the chair and put it on. She took another step forward, lowering her voice as she murmured, “I’m truly sorry about being drunk last night. Wait for me tonight.”

Yan Qingqiu: “!”

Goosebumps erupted all over her skin, and her ears turned scalding hot.

The echo vibrated wildly in her brain. Wait for her? For what? To get ‘busy’?

By the time she snapped out of it, Song Qingre had already departed.

Yan Qingqiu had a very strong premonition that she had walked right into a trap. Having blindly agreed to “keep” Song Qingre yesterday while her head was spinning, they would most likely have to fulfill the terms of the contract.

Then… wasn’t Plot Point 2 right around the corner?

No wonder the system hadn’t uttered a single peep when she offered to keep Song Qingre.

Dammit, she had fallen into a snare without even realizing it.

She absolutely had to go out today. The second plot point was most likely “cutting out the glands.” This plot required her to differentiate in front of Song Qingre. As long as she stayed away from Song Qingre, she shouldn’t trigger this plot branch, and naturally, she wouldn’t have to cut her glands.

It was also a perfect time to go to the bank to unlock those cards from before and see if there was any money inside. She could restrain herself from spending wildly, but given her character’s identity, it was impossible to stay cooped up at home forever. Besides, she couldn’t brute-force the upcoming tasks without utilizing her financial superpower.

“I want to go wash my hair and get rid of this blue dye. Accompany me,” Yan Qingqiu told the butler. She truly detested this color; she preferred natural gold and hoped the original shade could be restored.

The butler was puzzled. “Didn’t you love it before? You went out of your way to dye it.”

“I’m tired of it now.”

“Fair enough. I also think Miss looks best with her natural color. When you were a child and stood in the sun, your golden hair looked incredibly beautiful. Speaking of which, I just remembered another very vivid memory.”

“…”

Seeing the butler pulling out his little notebook to jot things down made Yan Qingqiu’s heart itch with curiosity.

Yan Qingqiu took out her salon membership card from her bag, and the driver drove her to the establishment she frequented most. The moment she stepped out of the car at the entrance, someone called out to her.

“Princess Qiuqiu, what are we doing today?”

Yan Qingqiu instantly got goosebumps. Being called “Princess” in a public place like this was hard to stomach. Walking inside, she saw a standard beauty with long hair and an excellent figure, wearing a red V-neck dress. She looked less like a hair stylist and more like a model.

“I want to wash my hair back to its original golden color.”

The beauty, holding a curling iron, said, “I told you back then that your original color looked best, but you refused to believe me. Come on, I’ll dye it back for you. The previous color has already been completely bleached out anyway.”

As she spoke, she pulled out a chair for her. “Are you sitting or lying down? Want a facial?”

“Just the hair.”

Yan Qingqiu sat down and glanced around. The stylist’s name tag read “Ye Sichun.” Ye Sichun remarked, “My judgment of people is never wrong. Those two from the Luo family came today and specifically demanded my services, but I completely ignored them.”

Yan Qingqiu’s hair was spritzed wet with a water bottle, and the stylist gently massaged her scalp before starting the wash.

Just as she closed her eyes to relax, she heard voices nearby. A few women were speaking completely without filter, deliberately raising their voices so everyone in the salon could hear.

“I heard Fu Ye provided the money for Song Qingre’s art exhibition, and he didn’t want a dime back. Little Luo, what do you plan to do?”

“Fu Ye was tricked by her. I’ve already put the word out in our circle: anyone who dares to buy a painting from her is making an enemy out of me. When the time comes, I’ll just sit back and watch Yan Qingqiu tear her apart—letting two tigers fight while I watch from the mountain.”

“You guys go spread the word too. Don’t let anyone buy Song Qingre’s art. Let’s see how long she can maintain that arrogant act. She’s clearly a massive green tea b*tch, yet she insists on playing the pure White Moonlight.”

Oh.

Turns out they were just cannon fodder socialites who lacked vision and liked that scumbag, just like “she” used to.

But unfortunately for them, the woman was the White Moonlight—officially designated by the plot.

“It’ll be a miracle if Song Qingre’s exhibition even opens. If I let her have an easy time, my name isn’t Luo Xi.”

Hearing this made Yan Qingqiu furious. Song Qingre was dedicating everything to her studio—she was being kept by her one second and drinking herself to exhaustion at business dinners the next, yet these people still had the shameless audacity to bully her.

Yan Qingqiu couldn’t stand their high-and-mighty tone. As a massive villainous female supporting character standing right here, these people actually wanted to steal her spotlight.

Just as she was about to sit up and retaliate, she was pressed back down by the stylist. Ye Sichun whispered, “It’s almost done, why are you running off?”

Ye Sichun added knowingly, “Let me tell you, stepping out right now will totally ruin your aura. Once I finish your hair, you’ll have plenty of opportunities to teach them a lesson.”

That made some sense. Her previous dye job was of such high quality that it had barely faded. Right now, the stylist had to re-bleach and dye her hair; confronting them with a messy bird’s nest on her head would indeed be pointless.

“Don’t worry, I can make it look even better than before. I said from the start that gold is fantastic and suits you perfectly—an arrogant princess. Oh, my noble princess, just listen to her scheme, and when the time comes, set a trap to deal with her directly, blinding their dog eyes.”

Yan Qingqiu settled back into her chair. The stylist’s words perfectly aligned with her thoughts; she almost felt like the stylist was her best friend.

After bragging extensively, the group went upstairs for facials. Yan Qingqiu’s hair took a full three hours before finally transforming into gold.

Ye Sichun said, “I adjusted the tone based on your original base color. How does it look?”

Yan Qingqiu was naturally fair-skinned, and now with a head of long golden hair, she looked even more stunning. The stylist hadn’t toned the color down too much, making her entire presence radiate noble elegance.

“Do you remember when I dyed it blue? When was the last time I had golden hair?”

“Let me trim your bangs a bit.” Ye Sichun didn’t think much of it, recalling, “I don’t know about your last golden hair phase. By the time you came to me to get your hair done, you had already cycled through red, green, purple—all sorts of rebellious dyes. This is the first time you’ve ever dyed it back. Princess, gold truly is your color.”

While Yan Qingqiu was contemplating the hair-dyeing timeline, she stopped paying attention for a second, and the stylist skillfully gave her wispy air bangs. By the time the entire transformation was complete, evening had already arrived. Yan Qingqiu checked her unlocked bank cards; all of them combined added up to about 120,000 yuan. She stepped out and instructed the butler to head back, telling him she wouldn’t be returning home tonight and was going to hang out at a friend’s place.

The butler agreed. Clutching her cards, Yan Qingqiu headed toward a hotel, agonizing over whether she should check in, when Song Qingre’s text message suddenly popped up:

[Off work.]

Yan Qingqiu’s head spun, and she fished out her ID card.

She didn’t want to die.

When she first transmigrated, she had answered many questions, but now when she tried her hardest to recall them, she couldn’t remember them at all. The system must have deliberately erased them.

Forcing her to execute a perilous task like “cutting out the glands” meant it definitely didn’t want her to live. If the system commanded her to commit suicide later on and she had no way to resist, wouldn’t she just die?

Song Qingre’s phone call came through next, and Yan Qingqiu’s heart instantly panicked. She shoved her room card into her pocket first, and as she headed upstairs, she began frantically brainstorming a response—she might as well just tell her what she had overheard today.

She picked up the call, and the voice on the other end spoke first.

Song Qingre said, “Aren’t we supposed to fulfill our sugar baby obligations today?”

Yan Qingqiu almost choked. Heaven and earth as her witness, she had only intended to clear the task with a single kiss. While she possessed a lewd mind, she absolutely lacked the wicked courage—and besides… she had zero real-world experience.

“What’s wrong? Aren’t we sleeping together?”

“What’s the rush?”

Song Qingre pushed open her window with a soft creak. She glanced at the bedroom next door; the lights were completely dark. The bird had flown the coop.

She murmured, “It’s not that I’m rushing. I’m just… I’m just afraid you’ll go back on your word.”

“What do I have to go back on? The contract—pooh, didn’t I already give you the bank card?” Yan Qingqiu said.

“But you didn’t give me the PIN.”

She had completely forgotten about that.

“The PIN is my birthday. Try it yourself—November 22nd, the day of the Light Snow solar term.” Yan Qingqiu paused as she spoke, feeling nervous. She had checked her ID card; she shared the exact same birthday as “Yan Qingqiu,” but she wasn’t entirely certain if the registration matched her actual birth date perfectly.

“Why are you silent?” Yan Qingqiu asked, deliberately making her voice sound cold.

“It’s nothing. I just found it incredibly familiar. In the past, whenever you introduced your birthday, you always used to say you were born on the day it snowed. You stopped saying that later on.” Song Qingre’s voice was gentle, carrying a comforting warmth.

Did I stop saying that?

Yan Qingqiu tugged at the collar of her shirt. Talking to Song Qingre always made her feel flustered and hot.

“When is your birthday?” Yan Qingqiu asked.

“February 14th,” Song Qingre replied.

“Valentine’s Day. Nice. Anyone giving you a birthday gift on that day basically sounds like a love confession.” Yan Qingqiu felt a bit envious; that truly was an excellent date for a birthday.

Song Qingre remarked, “Are you trying to change the subject?”

Yan Qingqiu countered, “Are you really that eager to be slept with by me?”

“You even forced me to call you ‘Master’ today. If I don’t get this over with, what if you suddenly decide to cause trouble during broad daylight while I’m at work, forcing me to get intimate with you in front of everyone?”

To be fair, Song Qingre’s concern made perfect sense.

But to be fair, that also sounded incredibly stimulating.

Song Qingre continued, “The main thing is I’m afraid you won’t keep your word and will suddenly demand the one million back. My studio just opened, and I can’t spare that amount right now… so, let’s just fulfill this contract quickly.”

This logic made even more sense. That woman named Luo Xi was already plotting to ruin her; she had no reason to act like a saint.

“Coming straight over when nothing is prepared completely ruins the experience!” Yan Qingqiu said seriously. “You’re being far too boring. I need to make sure my one million gets its absolute money’s worth. I intend to play with the flesh, so it must be stimulating. You need to prepare thoroughly, and I need to enjoy myself. Otherwise… I won’t honor the deal.”

Song Qingre didn’t protest. “I knew you would be like this. I’ll make sure to wear some nice clothes when the time comes.”

“What’s the point of wearing anything? I prefer the way you look without clothes.”

The moment the words left her mouth, Yan Qingqiu regretted it—she had completely exposed herself. But since the other side remained silent, she doubled down: “If your service isn’t up to par, it won’t count. I will inspect you over and over, and I want to try all 101 positions… Did you honestly think you could smooth things over with me like this? Little slave, I’m already tired of the whole ‘calling me Master in bed’ routine. I’m incredibly perverted. Did you think your amateur skills could satisfy me? I happen to like playing rough and wild.”

There was no sound from the other end. Song Qingre fell silent for a long moment before murmuring in an incredibly low, muted whisper:

“Then… name a date. I can’t just remain under your control indefinitely.”

“The day after tomorrow! Or the day after that! If you aren’t prepared by then, watch out because I might just brute-force you and get nasty.”

Song Qingre didn’t push the matter further, changing the subject instead: “Which friend’s house are you staying at?”

“None of your business.” Yan Qingqiu hung up the phone, pressing her hand against her chest to feel her rapid heartbeat.

In any case, if Song Qingre was a normal person, she should logically run far away from her now. This way, by mutually avoiding each other, they would almost certainly dodge the plot branch. She flopped down onto the hotel bed, but no position felt comfortable. It was likely because countless people had stayed in this hotel room before; it just didn’t possess the ease and comfort of home.

She was also deeply worried about the night. What if a fever hit her like it did yesterday?

If she started heating up, she would immediately soak in cold water and head home; she absolutely did not want to strip naked in this place.

Plagued by insomnia during the night, Yan Qingqiu couldn’t fall asleep, so she pulled out the pages the butler had written for her. Reading the words made her small face turn beet red. Butler, your writing is way too vivid!

She quickly crumpled the paper into a ball. She couldn’t read any more; if she kept reading, she wouldn’t even need Song Qingre to seduce her before she triggered her own heat cycle right then and there.

Fortunately, her gamble paid off. Staying in the hotel made the physical sensations far less intense, allowing her body to find some relief. Although she still felt flushed and warm, it didn’t escalate to the point where her body felt out of control or made her want to strip off her clothes.

It seemed the system truly was playing tricks, trying to force her into the plot.

Safely skipping the plot branch should increase her survival probability by at least 1%. She absolutely could not die. Furthermore, what would happen if she successfully bypassed the plot?

Yan Qingqiu touched the back of her neck; it felt slightly damp, but not scalding.

Over the next couple of days, Song Qingre indeed refrained from seeking her out, likely having been thoroughly intimidated by her declarations. The two weren’t completely out of touch, though; Song Qingre would fire off a text message to her every day.

Song Qingre: [3]

Song Qingre: [2]

Song Qingre: [1]

Initially, Yan Qingqiu assumed she was just trying to bury the unhinged texts that “she” had sent previously. It wasn’t until Song Qingre sent a single digit that she finally understood.

Song Qingre: [0]

Song Qingre: [Qiuqiu, it’s 0. Which hotel are we going to?]

Song Qingre: [Or do you prefer not going to a hotel, and want to do it directly at home?]

Song Qingre: [Or is it that given your perverted nature, none of these options can satisfy you?]

Yan Qingqiu practically dove into the depths of her blankets!

What do you mean, ‘which hotel’?!

Yan Qingqiu wanted to cry. Spare me, please, I don’t want seven days and seven nights.

I beg of you.

Yan Qingqiu took a screenshot of the digital calendar and fired it back to her, drawing a very precise circle around the notes for the day:

[Auspicious for traveling and working | Inauspicious for weddings, funerals, marriages, and bedroom matters]

Fearing she wouldn’t comprehend, Yan Qingqiu typed out: [The Bodhisattva says we must work diligently today, and that bedroom matters are strictly prohibited.] She desperately wished she could highlight those last few words in bold neon red.

Song Qingre’s reply came almost instantly: [The yellow calendar was written by the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan. What does it have to do with the Bodhisattva?]

Yan Qingqiu was utterly dumbfounded. Before she could formulate a response, the incoming messages kept scrolling.

Song Qingre: [Oh, I see. You prefer doing it out in the wild.]