After Accidentally Marking My Stepsister's White Moonlight (GL, ABO) - Chapter 5

Ye Wenjin froze, unsure how to react.

Even though she had been consumed by dark thoughts moments ago, believing it better to drag the Yin family down with her rather than run away, now that she was fully conscious and facing Jian Mo, her mind went completely blank. She didn’t dare entertain a single thought.

The distance between them was far too close, breaching all reasonable social boundaries. Even in her daily life, she had never been this close to anyone.

Realizing this, Ye Wenjin instinctively leaned back, wanting to put at least some space between them.

But she forgot she was on a bed—and that the wall was right behind her. Predictably, she knocked her head against it with a thud. “Ah—!”

It hurt so much!

Well, at least the pain knocked some sense back into her.

The woman beside her seemed to let out a soft laugh. Ye Wenjin paused, wondering if she had misheard.

But when she looked up, Jian Mo’s expression remained unchanged. Still, Ye Wenjin couldn’t help but swallow nervously.

Mainly because neither of them was wearing a stitch of clothing. Though she had covered her vital areas with the blanket, her movements had caused Jian Mo’s side to slip, barely concealing anything.

The atmosphere was undeniably charged, yet Ye Wenjin didn’t dare let her mind wander into inappropriate territory. Even lying down, Jian Mo exuded an intimidating aura that made it hard to meet her gaze.

Perhaps because Jian Mo hadn’t immediately demanded answers upon waking, Ye Wenjin found herself staring at her breathtakingly beautiful face—and before she knew it, the words tumbled out:

“P-Please… marry me!”

Only after speaking did she realize the sheer audacity of what she had just said.

That single sentence drained all her courage. Ye Wenjin immediately bowed her head, too afraid to look at Jian Mo again.

She had no idea why she’d blurted it out—as if bewitched. No matter how she looked at it, it was far too bold. And besides…

Jian Mo would surely refuse, right? After all, they were nothing more than one-night stands. Aside from having just presented as an Alpha, Ye Wenjin had no competitive edge whatsoever. In fact, becoming an Alpha wasn’t even an advantage for her.

Her body stiffened as she braced for the inevitable rejection. But the expected refusal never came. Instead, she thought she heard—

“Okay.”

The voice was slightly hoarse, the tone lazy. Yet that single word was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard, like a melody from the heavens.

Ye Wenjin couldn’t believe her ears. Dazed, she lifted her head to look at the woman now reclining against the headboard and stammered, “Y-You… agreed?”

She desperately wanted to ask why, but fear held her back. She didn’t dare push further, terrified that Jian Mo might say it was all a joke. All she could do was timidly confirm if it was real.

Their statuses were far from equal, but that didn’t matter. As long as she could escape the Yin family, nothing else was important.

She couldn’t stay there any longer. If this continued, Yin Yu would bleed her dry, leaving her with nothing.

And besides…

Ye Wenjin had to admit—when she heard Jian Mo agree to her proposal, she couldn’t contain her joy.

After all… if she married Jian Mo, she wouldn’t have to enter an arranged marriage. She wouldn’t have to sacrifice herself for the Yin family’s benefit.

Especially since the one agreeing to marry her was Jian Mo.

The unattainable white moon of her stepsister’s heart.

Just thinking about it filled Ye Wenjin with delight.

Wasn’t this, in its own way, a form of revenge?

Ye Wenjin lowered her eyes, looking somewhat innocent. She knew she couldn’t hide her thoughts, so she simply avoided letting the other person see them.

This was her only chance to escape the quagmire, and Ye Wenjin didn’t want to miss it, even though… she felt guilty for concealing her own sordid intentions. Yet she did it anyway.

Jian Mo didn’t say much, nor did she seem to notice the change in Ye Wenjin’s expression, merely asking, “When do you want to get married?”

Ye Wenjin naturally wanted it as soon as possible, but she hesitated, unsure whether she should say so.

Yet in that brief moment of hesitation, Jian Mo had already set the wedding date.

“Then it’ll be in a week.”

Ye Wenjin nodded without thinking. “That’s fine. You… can decide.”

Jian Mo’s brows furrowed slightly but smoothed out almost instantly—so quickly that Ye Wenjin thought she might have imagined it.

Afraid that the other woman might be dissatisfied, Ye Wenjin grew nervous, her heart pounding. “Ms. Jian… If there’s anything about me that displeases you, could you point it out? I…”

She was somewhat slow at sensing others’ emotions—so slow that her roommate Rong Yunshu often said she was too naive and easy to take advantage of. Others also whispered behind her back that she was a bit dull.

Ye Wenjin knew her shortcomings, so she feared that failing to grasp Jian Mo’s meaning might upset her.

Jian Mo’s expression was hidden in the dim light, making it hard for Ye Wenjin to discern, which only deepened her unease.

“Don’t call me Ms. Jian from now on. Use my name.”

Only then did Ye Wenjin suddenly realize a problem—she had addressed her directly as “Ms. Jian,” which meant Jian Mo must have realized she already knew who she was.

Would Jian Mo think she had deliberately approached her?

Ye Wenjin wanted to explain, but since Jian Mo had already agreed to marry her, it seemed she didn’t particularly care whether it was intentional or not.

Still, she couldn’t help but wonder—why had Jian Mo agreed to marry her in the first place?

Though curious, Ye Wenjin knew better than to pry. She simply resolved to be even more cautious around Jian Mo.

Even though the other woman had said to call her by name, Ye Wenjin hesitated before tentatively asking, “Can I… call you Sister?”

Unseen by anyone, Jian Mo’s fingers curled slightly beneath the blanket, though her expression remained unchanged.

She merely gave a slight nod. “You may.”

Ye Wenjin finally relaxed, but the current atmosphere between them was far too intimate. Only now did she belatedly feel a flush of embarrassment.

Especially when she noticed the scattered red marks on Jian Mo’s exposed skin—enough to make Ye Wenjin’s scalp tingle.

She had been… far too wanton!

Not daring to look any longer, Ye Wenjin hurriedly slipped out of the blankets to dress, but her movements froze when she saw the state of her clothes on the floor.

Flustered and at a loss, she scrambled for a solution, but before she could think of one, Jian Mo spoke.

“There’s a bathrobe in the bathroom. Go put it on. Someone will bring fresh clothes later.”

Ye Wenjin murmured an acknowledgment before bolting to the bathroom. Only after wrapping herself in the bathrobe did she finally feel at ease.

After a moment’s thought, she took the other bathrobe as well and placed it beside Jian Mo. “Sister, I… brought you a bathrobe.”

Jian Mo’s cool, beautiful face showed no change in expression. She merely gestured for her to set it down.

Ye Wenjin tactfully nodded and then turned to go wash up in the bathroom.

Although the two had already done everything, she knew her boundaries. After all, they were essentially strangers and needed to maintain some propriety.

As she washed up, chaotic thoughts swirled through Ye Wenjin’s mind. By the time she finally composed herself and stepped out, she found Jian Mo already dressed in a bathrobe, sitting primly on the sofa while making a phone call.

However, upon hearing footsteps, Jian Mo promptly ended the call.

“I’ll take you back after breakfast. I’ll pick you up again on Monday,” Jian Mo said succinctly.

Ye Wenjin looked puzzled. “Monday? Is there something scheduled?”

A flicker passed through Jian Mo’s eyes. “To get our marriage certificate.”

Ye Wenjin suddenly understood—of course, getting married required registering their union. Since it was currently the weekend and the civil affairs bureau wouldn’t open until Monday, they had to wait until then.

“Alright, I understand,” Ye Wenjin replied obediently.

While Jian Mo was washing up, there was a knock at the door. Ye Wenjin opened it to find someone delivering clothes.

She felt slightly uncomfortable, but reasoned this must be someone Jian Mo trusted, otherwise they wouldn’t have been sent with such personal items.

Fortunately, the person remained perfectly polite throughout, showing no unusual expressions.

Ye Wenjin changed into her new clothes first. To her surprise, they fit perfectly.

Her emotions were complicated.

Gently running her hands over the new outfit, Ye Wenjin was reminded of an old memory.

After Ye Shuyao brought her to the Yin household, she once received a set of clothes that turned out to be slightly too big.

At the time, she thought Ye Shuyao might have overlooked the sizing, but was still happy to have new clothes.

That was until she encountered Yin Feifei while wearing them, and learned the “new” clothes were actually hand-me-downs Yin Feifei had discarded. Ye Shuyao, thinking them still in good condition, had passed them along to her.

Ye Wenjin couldn’t describe how she felt in that moment. She didn’t argue with Yin Feifei or question Ye Shuyao, simply returning quietly to her room to change.

Those clothes were relegated to the bottom of her drawer, never to be worn again.

From that point on, Ye Wenjin stopped expecting anything from Ye Shuyao.

Because nine times out of ten, it would be something Yin Feifei had cast off.

Ye Shuyao behaved this way because of her frugal habits from harder times, yet refused to deprive herself now—spending most of her money on skincare and clothing, leaving little for Ye Wenjin.

Ye Wenjin didn’t blame her. After all, Ye Shuyao was her own person first, and a mother second.

But she wasn’t a saint either, able to accept this without resentment. Her original plan had been to move out after graduation. As for Ye Shuyao—she wouldn’t be taking her along, because only by staying with the Yin family could Ye Shuyao maintain the lifestyle she wanted.

Now, everything had changed.

The last remnants of affection for Ye Shuyao had evaporated when she tried to sacrifice Ye Wenjin in her stepsister’s place for an advantageous marriage.

Ye Wenjin considered herself compliant but wouldn’t tolerate such humiliation.

Perhaps proposing to Jian Mo had been the boldest—and most correct—decision she’d ever made.

Even if this path still led to an abyss, she would accept her fate.

But…

Ye Wenjin stared blankly at the perfectly fitting clothes on her body. Standing close, she could even smell the floral fragrance on the fabric. They must have just been washed – warm against her skin, still carrying residual warmth from the dryer.

Perhaps, Jian Mo wasn’t the abyss after all.