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

It was so hot that she truly could not stand it. Yan Qingqiu spent the whole night half-conscious and dazed. That feeling really made her… not want to differentiate.

And she wanted even less to cut out her gland.

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

A small white tank top, paired with matching little hot pants. The cool style also made her look youthful. Leaving her naturally curly hair loose was too hot, so she still tied it up, using a pearl butterfly hair clip to hold it in place. Her pinky hooked the little blue curls behind her head. She did not particularly like this dyed curl. Her natural curls should have been yellowish, leaning toward a naturally noble temperament.

Yan Qingqiu kept looking at herself in the mirror. After that, she found a tape measure to measure her chest. She did not know if it was psychological, but it seemed a little bigger than yesterday. She found a piece of paper and wrote down today’s number.

The little booklet also said that pheromones would appear on the body, a scent that Alphas could smell. She lifted her arm and sniffed it. When she showered that morning, she had deliberately not used any fragrance and had not sprayed perfume, but she still could not smell anything. How strange.

When she opened the door, the butler was standing outside.

Yan Qingqiu was startled and stepped back. Just as she was about to speak, the butler respectfully handed her the paper in his hand. “Miss, today’s update.”

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

The butler said mysteriously, “Friendly advice: please read this one alone today, and do not read it in a public place.”

“!”

Yan Qingqiu’s eyes widened slightly.

Could it be… spicy?

Yan Qingqiu immediately stuffed it into her pocket.

Song Qingre was already awake. She sat at the dining table, preparing to eat. The knives and forks were arranged neatly. Her smile was very clean, clean like cold light tempered by winter.

She did not look like someone who had been hungover and sleepless all night.

Yan Qingqiu walked down. She could not help thinking of Song Qingre’s lonely expression yesterday. Although one night had passed, to Yan Qingqiu it felt like only an instant. In the blink of an eye, Song Qingre had become very happy.

Song Qingre propped her chin on both hands, the backs of her hands pressed against the skin beneath her jaw. “Good morning, Qiuqiu-jiejie.”

Yan Qingqiu did not hear clearly. “Mm?”

She sat opposite Song Qingre. “What is it?”

The head chef brought the food up. “Please have a taste.”

Breakfast had been prepared with great care. All kinds of high-end dishes filled the table. Yan Qingqiu ate with a spoon, and while eating, she noticed Song Qingre looking at her.

“What are you smiling at?” Yan Qingqiu asked back.

“Qiuqiu-jiejie, do you want porridge? I’ll serve you some?”

Yan Qingqiu was stuffing bread into her mouth and was suddenly choked. She grabbed a cup and poured milk down her throat. Being called Older Sister was not her kink, but being called Older Sister by a beautiful woman could take her life.

“You… are not allowed to call me that.” Yan Qingqiu lowered her voice and warned her.

“Mm? Hasn’t our keeping relationship not ended yet?” Song Qingre looked at her suspiciously.

Yan Qingqiu felt that if she said “it’s over,” Song Qingre would call her a living bodhisattva.

She said, “That kind of title is for bed. Why are you calling me that here? What if you call me that too much and it’s no longer exciting?”

“Oh… that’s true. I thought that next time, in bed, you would make me call you Master or something to humiliate me. If you like always being called Older Sister, that’s fine too.”

Song Qingre was doing this on purpose, right?

Being called Master or something really was a little exciting.

She thought again of the first game animation.

Song Qingre kneeling and calling her Master.

Yan Qingqiu lowered her head and ate. After filling her stomach, her mind was full of messy thoughts. If she had the chance, she absolutely had to use her status as a sponsor to command Song Qingre to call her Master. After eating, she sat dryly in the living room, trying to cool herself down.

According to the doctor, Song Qingre was an A, and Fu Ye was also an A. Their compatibility was zero. How could the two of them be together? Wouldn’t they feel sick just smelling each other when they met? Their days together would definitely be unbearable. How could they date?

This game’s arrangement had quite the bug. Or did it have some other intention?

After Song Qingre finished eating, she put on her suit, her movements elegant.

“What are you doing today?” Yan Qingqiu asked her. She had been thinking of going out today. “She” had a wide social circle, and quite a few wealthy sisters had been asking her out recently.

“I’m not that busy. Today, I’m going to work on the art exhibition. I have appointments with a few people, so I’ll have to leave soon. I’ll probably come back in the evening.” Song Qingre picked up the suit jacket from the chair and put it on. She then took another step forward, lowered her voice, and said to Yan Qingqiu, “I’m sorry I got drunk yesterday. Wait for me tonight.”

Yan Qingqiu: “!”

Goosebumps rose all over her body, and her ears burned hot.

Echoes spun in her mind. Do what? Do what? Do “it”?

By the time she came back to her senses, Song Qingre had already left.

Yan Qingqiu had a very strong premonition that she might have fallen into a trap. Yesterday, her head had been dizzy, and she had kept Song Qingre. Most likely, they would have to fulfill the keeping contract.

Then, wasn’t Plot Point 2 coming?

No wonder the system had not made a sound when she kept Song Qingre.

Damn it. She had fallen into the trap without realizing it.

She had to go out today. The second plot point was most likely “cutting out the gland.” This plot was about her differentiating in front of Song Qingre. As long as she separated from Song Qingre, it should not trigger this plot, and naturally, she would not have to cut out her gland.

It was also a good time to go to the bank and unlock the previous cards, then see if there was money inside. She could endure not spending money, but with this character’s identity here, it was impossible for her to stay at home forever. Besides, she might not be able to brute-force later missions and would still need to use the power of money.

“I’m going to wash my hair and get rid of this blue hair. Come with me.” Yan Qingqiu said to the butler. She truly did not like this color. She liked natural gold. It would be best if she could wash out the original color.

The butler was puzzled. “Didn’t you like it very much before? You specifically went to dye it.”

“I’m tired of it now.”

“That’s fine. I also think Miss’s natural color looks good. When Miss was young, her hair looked especially beautiful when the sun shone on it. Speaking of that, I suddenly remembered something that left a particularly deep impression.”

“…”

Watching the butler take out a little notebook and start writing, Yan Qingqiu felt her heart itch with curiosity.

Yan Qingqiu took the beauty salon card out of her bag. The driver took her to the place she most often visited. As soon as she got out and stood at the entrance, she heard someone call her.

“Princess Qiuqiu, what would you like to do today?”

Yan Qingqiu’s goosebumps all rose. Being called princess in this kind of place was really too much to handle. When she went in, she saw a beautiful woman with long hair. Her features were very standard, her figure was excellent, and she wore a red V-neck dress. She looked less like a stylist and more like a model.

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

The beauty held a curling iron and said, “I told you back then that your original color was the prettiest, but you refused to believe me. Come on, I’ll dye it back for you. The previous color has already been bleached clean.”

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

“Just my hair.”

Yan Qingqiu sat down and looked. The stylist’s name tag read “Ye Sichun.” Ye Sichun said, “You know, my eye for people is never wrong. The two from the Luo family also came today and specifically asked for me, but I didn’t do their hair.”

Yan Qingqiu’s hair was sprayed wet with a bottle. The stylist massaged her scalp and started washing her hair.

Just as she closed her eyes to pay attention, she heard someone speaking. A few people talked without any attempt to avoid others. They were deliberately showing off and wanted everyone here to hear.

“I heard the money for Song Qingre’s art exhibition came from Fu Ye. She really has no shame. Little Luo, what are you planning to do?”

“Fu Ye was deceived by her. I’ve already spread the word in the circle. Whoever dares to buy her paintings is going against me. When the time comes, I’ll just watch Yan Qingqiu fight her and sit back to watch the tigers fight.”

“You guys go spread the word too. Don’t let anyone buy Song Qingre’s paintings. Let’s see how long she can stay arrogant. She’s obviously a dead green tea, yet she insists on pretending to be a white moonlight.”

Oh.

So she was cannon fodder who, like “her,” had terrible taste and liked the scumbag male lead.

But Song Qingre really was the white moonlight, officially appointed.

“If Song Qingre’s art exhibition can open successfully, it’ll be a miracle. If I let her have an easy time, then my name isn’t Luo Xi.”

Yan Qingqiu grew angry listening to them. Song Qingre worked so hard for her studio. One moment she was being kept by Yan Qingqiu, and another she was socializing until she got drunk. These people still bullied her. They were truly shameless.

Yan Qingqiu could not stand the other party’s arrogant tone. A great big vicious supporting female character like her was sitting right here, yet these people actually wanted to steal her position.

She had just thought of standing up and snapping back when the stylist pushed her back down. Ye Sichun lowered her voice and said, “It’s almost done. Why are you running out?”

Ye Sichun said knowingly, “Let me tell you, if you go out now, you’ll have no style at all. Once I finish your hair, you’ll have plenty of chances to teach them a lesson.”

That sounded somewhat reasonable. The quality of her previous hair dye had been too good and had barely faded. Now, the stylist was bleaching her hair again before dyeing it. Going out with such messy hair would really be pointless.

“Don’t worry. I can make it look even better than before. From the beginning, I told you gold was so good and suited you. An arrogant princess. Oh, my noble princess. Just listen to her plan. When the time comes, set a trap and deal with her directly. Blind their dog eyes.”

Yan Qingqiu sat back down. The stylist’s words suited her heart so well that she felt the stylist was her best friend.

The other party arrogantly said a bunch more things, then went upstairs to get a facial. Yan Qingqiu’s hair took three hours to finish and became gold.

Ye Sichun said, “I adjusted the color based on your original shade. How is it?”

Yan Qingqiu was already fair-skinned, and now with a head of golden long hair, she looked even more beautiful. Ye Sichun did not tone down the color, making her entire person look truly noble.

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

“I’ll fix your bangs too.” Ye Sichun did not think too much and recalled, “I don’t know when your last blond hair was. When you came to me for hair, you had already dyed it red, green, purple, all kinds of colors. You were so rebellious. This is your first time dyeing it back. Princess, you really suit gold the most.”

Yan Qingqiu was thinking about the matter of dyeing hair and did not pay attention for a moment. The stylist also cut her some airy bangs. After all that styling, it was already evening. Yan Qingqiu checked the bank cards she had unlocked. All the cards added together had around 120,000 yuan. When she came out, she told the butler to go back first, saying she would not go home tonight and would go play at a friend’s house.

The butler replied okay. Yan Qingqiu carried the card and went to a hotel, struggling over whether to get a room. Right then, Song Qingre’s text came in.

[Off work.]

Yan Qingqiu’s head went dizzy, and she took out her ID card.

She did not want to die.

When she transmigrated, she had answered many questions. Now, for some questions, no matter how hard she tried to remember, she could not recall them at all. They must have been deliberately erased by the system.

It made her do a mission as dangerous as cutting out her gland. It definitely did not want her to live. What if later the system made her kill herself, and she had no way to resist? Wouldn’t she die?

Song Qingre’s call came again. Yan Qingqiu’s heart suddenly panicked. She first stuffed the room card into her pocket. As she went upstairs, she started thinking about how to answer. She might as well tell Song Qingre what she had heard today.

The call connected, and the other side spoke first.

Song Qingre said, “Aren’t we supposed to fulfill the keeping obligation today?”

Yan Qingqiu almost choked. Heaven and earth could testify that she had only been thinking a kiss would be enough. Although she had lustful thoughts, she did not have that kind of wicked courage. Besides… she had no actual experience either.

“What’s wrong? Not sleeping?”

“What are you in such a hurry for?”

Song Qingre pushed open the window with her fingers, and a creak came through. She looked toward the room next door. The light there was dark. The person had run away.

She said, “It’s not that I’m in a hurry. I just… I’m afraid you’ll go back on your word.”

“What would I go back on? The contract—pah, didn’t I give you the bank card?” Yan Qingqiu said.

“But you didn’t give me the password.”

She had forgotten that.

“The password is my birthday. Go try it yourself. November 22, the day of Minor Snow.” Yan Qingqiu paused as she spoke, nervous inside. She had seen the ID card. She and “Yan Qingqiu” had the same birthday. But now, she was not quite sure. What if when the household registration had been recorded, it had not been based on the ID card?

“Why aren’t you talking?” Yan Qingqiu deliberately asked coldly.

“Nothing. I just feel it’s very familiar. In the past, whenever you introduced your birthday, you always said you were born on the day it snowed. Later, you stopped saying it.” Song Qingre’s voice was gentle, making it feel warm to listen to.

Did I not say that?

Yan Qingqiu tugged at her collar. Talking with Song Qingre made her feel restless and hot.

“When’s your birthday?” Yan Qingqiu asked.

“February 14,” Song Qingre said.

“Valentine’s Day. Not bad. Anyone giving you a birthday gift that day looks like they’re confessing.” Yan Qingqiu was a little envious. That was truly a good birthday.

Song Qingre said, “Are you changing the topic?”

Yan Qingqiu asked back, “Do you want to be slept with by me that badly?”

“You even forced me to call you Master today. If I don’t complete this, what if one day, in broad daylight while I’m at work, you suddenly come make trouble and make me be intimate with you in front of everyone?”

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

But also, to be fair, that sounded very exciting.

Song Qingre continued, “The main thing is, I’m afraid you won’t keep your word and will suddenly ask me for one million. My studio has just opened, so I can’t take out that one million… So, let’s hurry up and fulfill this contract.”

That made even more sense. That Luo Xi person already wanted to ruin her. Song Qingre had no reason to act like a good person.

“Coming straight over when nothing is prepared would have no sense of experience!” Yan Qingqiu said seriously. “You’re too boring like this. I need my one million to be worth it. If I’m going to play with the body, it must be exciting. You have to prepare properly, and I have to play properly. Otherwise… I won’t acknowledge it.”

Song Qingre did not answer. “I knew you would be like this. When the time comes, I’ll wear a few pretty outfits.”

“Wear what? I like the way you look without clothes.”

Yan Qingqiu regretted it after saying that. She had exposed herself. But the other side made no sound, so she continued, “If you don’t serve me well, it won’t count. I’ll have to check again and again. I want to try all 101 styles… You, you think you can fool me like this? Little slave, I’m already tired of the whole calling me Master in bed thing. I’m very perverted. You think your three-legged-cat skills can satisfy me? I like playing a little more wildly.”

There was no sound from the other side. Song Qingre went silent. A moment later, she lowered her voice, so low it was almost a whisper.

“Then… give me a date. You can’t keep controlling me forever.”

“The day after tomorrow! Or the day after that! If you haven’t prepared properly by then, be careful. I’ll use force and won’t be polite to you.”

Song Qingre no longer continued this matter and changed the topic. “Which friend’s house are you at?”

“That’s none of your business.” Yan Qingqiu hung up and touched her chest with her hand.

Anyway, if Song Qingre was a normal person, she should run the moment she saw her. That way, the two of them would avoid each other, and the plot would most likely be avoided too. Yan Qingqiu lay down on the hotel bed. No matter what position she tried, she was uncomfortable. Maybe it was because many people had stayed in hotels before, but she kept feeling it was not as comfortable as home.

She was also worried about nighttime. What if it was like yesterday?

If she grew feverish, she would immediately soak in cold water and go home. She did not want to take off all her clothes here.

At night, unable to sleep, Yan Qingqiu took out the thing the butler had given her and read it. As she read, her little face flushed red. Butler, you’re way too good at writing!

She quickly crumpled the paper into a ball. She could not read anymore. If she kept reading, she would go into heat on the spot without even waiting for Song Qingre to tease her.

Fortunately, she had bet correctly. Staying at the hotel made that feeling much less intense, and her body could ease somewhat. Although her body was still hot, it was not so out of control that she wanted to take off her clothes.

It seemed the system was indeed doing something, forcing her into the plot.

If she could safely skip the plot, her chances of survival should increase by 1%. She absolutely could not die. Besides, what would happen if she skipped the plot?

Yan Qingqiu touched the back of her neck. It was a little damp, but not hot.

After that, Song Qingre indeed did not come to ask her. She was probably afraid of Yan Qingqiu. The two of them were not completely out of contact either. Song Qingre sent her messages every day.

Song Qingre: [3]

Song Qingre: [2]

Song Qingre: [1]

At first, Yan Qingqiu thought Song Qingre wanted to flush away the things “she” had sent before. Only when Song Qingre sent [0] did she finally understand.

[Qiuqiu, it’s 0. Which hotel?]

[Or do you not want to go to a hotel? Do you want to do it directly at home?]

[Or, with your perverted personality, are none of these enough to satisfy you?]

Yan Qingqiu burrowed into the quilt!

What hotel?

Yan Qingqiu was about to cry. Spare me. I don’t want seven days and seven nights.

Please.

Yan Qingqiu sent her a screenshot of the calendar and seriously circled it.

[Suitable for travel and work. Avoid weddings, funerals, and marriage.]

Afraid Song Qingre would not understand, Yan Qingqiu typed: [The Bodhisattva says today is good for working properly, and bedchamber matters are forbidden.] She wished she could directly highlight the last few words in red.

Song Qingre replied very quickly: [The almanac was written by the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan. What does it have to do with the Bodhisattva?]

Yan Qingqiu was dumbfounded. She did not reply, but the messages did not stop.

Song Qingre: [Oh, I understand. You like outdoor play.]

Author’s Note:

“Bedchamber matters forbidden” = outdoor battle.

Miss Song: Thank you. I just happen to like perverts.