After Losing My Memory, I Marked My Cold White Moonlight - Chapter 1

“It’s just a dinner with investors. Why are you making such a big deal out of it? Which rising star in the industry doesn’t attend these dinners? Are you really that special? Do you even want resources for the second half of the year?” The manager’s face flushed red with anger, his neck bulging. Everyone else obediently followed orders—why was Luo Ning the exception? “Anyway, whether you like it or not, you’re going to this dinner—”

“And what if I don’t?” Luo Ning sneered, turning her head to reveal a face so stunning that any investor would willingly pay any price for it.

The most striking feature of her exquisitely beautiful face was her eyes. A teardrop mole adorned the corner of one eye, as if fragments of starlight had been scattered across her irises, making it impossible to tell whether the sharp glint in them defiance or unshed tears was. An alpha, yet she possessed a pair of heartbreakingly tender, melancholic eyes—utterly out of place for her dynamic.

Such a unique appearance was exceedingly rare among alphas. And precisely because she was an alpha, it didn’t evoke pity—instead, it stirred a hidden, destructive urge in people, a desire to make her cry, to break her.

Yet, despite her delicate, fragile looks, she carried an untamable wildness and an explosively arrogant temper, leaving people baffled at how such contradictory traits could coexist.

The manager continued his relentless pressure: “Why won’t you listen to reason? Do you really think others don’t attend these dinners? Take Lin Yuan, for example—a reigning Best Actress. Doesn’t she attend dinners too? The investors just want to have a meal with you, nothing else.”

Luo Ning casually picked up a vase, her smile brimming with defiance, her eyes blazing like fire. “Just a meal? Do you even believe that yourself? Fine, let’s see which investor it is.”

The manager paled in terror, trembling as he called for assistants and waiters. “Quick, stop her!”

Before anyone could react, Luo Ning—with her long legs—easily outpaced the crowd, barging into private rooms one by one like an avenging deity.

The first few rooms were empty. The one directly ahead had its door slightly ajar, faint laughter drifting out from inside.

Luo Ning pushed open the heavy door.

Inside, a group of well-dressed alphas stood around an omega with keen interest. The omega had her back to the door, one knee on the ground, half-kneeling.

The heel of her high heels pressed slightly into the plump curve of her backside, her waist impossibly slender, her long, wavy hair cascading down her back.

A smirking alpha stood beside her, holding a glass of wine as if about to pour it into her mouth. The surrounding crowd egged them on, too engrossed to notice Luo Ning at the door—all eyes were fixed on the omega.

The omega in the center sat with her back straight, her head slightly raised to reveal a delicate jawline, her eyes lowered, long lashes casting shadows beneath them. From behind, Luo Ning couldn’t see her expression, but she radiated an icy detachment—even in this humiliating position at the heart of the commotion, she remained aloof and unyielding.

Amber wine poured down in a thin stream, tracing an arc through the air before slipping between slightly parted red lips, gliding over a flushed tongue…

Luo Ning’s heart pounded violently, her glands aching as if she were in the throes of a rut. A tremor surged from the depths of her soul, plunging her into a dreamlike trance—followed by a splitting headache.

Her grip loosened. The vase fell to the floor.

“Ancestor, this isn’t our private room! Get her out of here!” The agent and assistant finally caught up, grabbing Luo Ning’s arm to pull her away.

The waiter rushed to close the door of the private room. Luo Ning, enduring her headache, glanced back just as the omega inside also turned her head coldly. Their gazes met through the narrowing gap of the door before it shut completely, like the maw of an abyss swallowing everything whole…

Luo Ning’s heart pounded violently. It was Lin Yuan—how could she? Her mind was in chaos. Why would Lin Yuan attend such a dinner? Were the rumors spread by those gossip accounts true?

But Lin Yuan shouldn’t be that kind of person. Yet, Luo Ning couldn’t quite define what kind of person Lin Yuan should be—only that this didn’t seem like her.

She couldn’t put her feelings into words—somewhere between upset and suffocated…

The dinner was ruined, and the private club even revoked her VIP membership. The atmosphere in the van on the way back was unbearably tense.

The agent was seething. If not for Luo Ning’s popularity, which manager would want to handle someone with her attitude? She never cooperated—did she think resources just fell into her lap?

Luo Ning had been stone-faced ever since leaving the club, not saying a word, looking even angrier than the agent.

The driver turned on the radio, where a late-night hostess was lamenting: “Rising to fame with her irreplaceable, unique beauty, yet mired in controversy over diva behavior, poor acting, and fan manipulation—how much longer can Luo Ning’s star power last?”

The driver quickly changed the channel, landing on an interview segment. A reporter was asking: “Film Empress Lin, is it true that you were secretly meeting with the heir of Shengxing Group? Are the rumors of you interfering in the marriage of Hai Shi Communications’ CEO Cui accurate? Among all those tycoons and magnates, who is your true destined one?”

A cool, slightly husky voice replied, “That seems unrelated to today’s promotion.”

The reporter pressed on: “Or are those all in the past, and the young actor you spent three hours with in private your new flame?”

Before the reporter could ask another question, someone announced the Q&A session was over.

The assistant, sensing the awkward tension, tried to lighten the mood: “Oh, was that from Lin Yuan’s new movie press conference? That reporter was probably sent by some rival—couldn’t be from our side, right? Haha.”

He snickered lewdly. “Who’d have thought someone as icy and restrained as Lin Yuan would play so wild in private? Bet her neck’s covered in bite marks…”

The agent sneered. “What resources could Lin Yuan’s pathetic little agency even offer? If she didn’t cozy up to those rich guys, where would she get all those film roles? Think the entertainment industry is easy? For an omega raised in a breeding institute to climb this high, she should thank her lucky stars—otherwise, she’d just be some plaything.”

The agent deliberately used Lin Yuan’s dealings with tycoons as a warning to Luo Ning. Even a Film Empress had to socialize—what right did a mere pop star like Luo Ning have to put on airs?

With her attitude, she’d get a rude awakening when facing investors and sponsors.

The agent silently plotted. He’d make sure to settle this score eventually—to remind Luo Ning who was really in charge. A dark smile crept across his face.

The assistant, seeing the agent join in on the topic, recalled Lin Yuan’s appearance and got so excited his nostrils flared: “Tsk tsk tsk, with looks like Lin Yuan’s, even one night would be like striking gold in your ancestors’ graves. Just imagine that icy omega losing herself in passion on the bed…”

Luo Ning snorted coldly, cutting off the assistant’s lewd fantasy.

Mistaking Luo Ning’s reaction for disdain toward Lin Yuan, the assistant suddenly remembered the scene he’d just witnessed and said, “Oh right, that omega in the private room earlier couldn’t have been Lin Yuan, could it? Looked just like her.”

Luo Ning didn’t answer. The assistant, taking the silence as encouragement, grew even more animated: “It must’ve been her. The back view was identical to Lin Yuan’s. One versus many, huh? Heh, I’ve heard these rich folks can get pretty twisted when it comes to that sort of thing—”

“Enough! All of you shut up!” Luo Ning suddenly turned her head, her eyes shimmering with what seemed like unshed tears, the corners flushed a deep red that made the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye stand out like a freshly fallen teardrop.

The assistant froze. If not for the icy tone, just seeing Luo Ning’s crimson-tinged eyes would have made him think she was crying—crying over Lin Yuan’s scandal.

He shook his head, dismissing the absurd thought.

There was no way Luo Ning would cry over Lin Yuan. While it was natural for alphas and omegas to be drawn to each other, these two were like opposing magnetic poles, their relationship as incompatible as fire and water—even their fans were at each other’s throats.

Luo Ning was fastidious and short-tempered, looking down on those who schmoozed for resources or even sold themselves. She must despise omegas like Lin Yuan the most.

Crying over Lin Yuan? Impossible. Must’ve been a trick of the light.

The agent shot the assistant an impatient look and signaled the driver to turn off the radio. In this era of mass entertainment and social upheaval, finding a channel that wasn’t about celebrity gossip was surprisingly difficult.

Silence settled over the car, each occupant lost in their own thoughts.

The highway stretched into pitch-black darkness, the heavy rain reducing visibility to near zero. Through the headlights, all that could be seen was the relentless barrage of raindrops hurling themselves against the windshield.

The weather was putting everyone on edge for no good reason.

Luo Ning put on her headphones. A movie clip was playing on her phone—waves of muffled sobs and gasps, the voice cool yet slightly hoarse.

An image flashed through Luo Ning’s mind: wine-slicked red lips and a glistening tongue. She shifted uncomfortably.

“What’re you watching?” The assistant, having just been yelled at, now sidled up shamelessly. The sounds coming through the headphones sounded vaguely familiar, as if he’d just heard them somewhere. “All that ‘no, no’ stuff.”

Luo Ning slowly looked up, casually turned down the volume, and raised an eyebrow at the assistant with visible irritation. “Your phone’s been buzzing forever. Aren’t you going to check it?”

The assistant hastily pulled out his phone and dismissed the call, throwing Luo Ning a guilty glance and forcing an awkward laugh.

If it weren’t for the hefty salary and bonuses that came with being Luo Ning’s assistant, he wouldn’t bother catering to this young diva. So many demands! But leaking her schedule alone could net him tens of thousands in star coins—annual earnings starting in the millions made it worth the hassle.

The assistant’s phone vibrated again, a flicker of panic crossing his face. But the dim interior of the car hid it from Luo Ning’s notice.

Suddenly, Luo Ning’s phone rang.

She frowned at the unfamiliar number and answered, “Hello, who is this?”

No one spoke on the other end.

Luo Ning ended the call in frustration.

Less than a second later, the phone rang again—the same number. Frowning, Luo Ning stared at the digits, lost in thought. Had her number been leaked? She’d had it for years.

Could it be someone from her past?

“Maybe it’s a stalker fan. You should just block it,” her assistant suggested obsequiously. The manager shot the assistant a dark look, signaling them to shut up.

Yet, for some reason, Luo Ning felt the number was eerily familiar, though she couldn’t place it.

Before she could answer this time, the call disconnected on its own. Then, the van she was riding in jolted violently, sending her phone tumbling under the seat.

“What’s going on?” the manager barked, gripping the passenger seat handle to keep from being thrown forward.

“A car just hit us—on purpose, I think,” the driver, Gu, replied, his hands clenched on the wheel, sweat beading on his forehead.

They looked out the window. A white SUV was tailing them aggressively, matching their speed no matter how they accelerated or slowed down.

“Call the police! What are you waiting for?” Gu shouted.

The assistant, face pale with fear, fumbled for their phone, but their hands were so slick with sweat that it slipped under the seat.

The white SUV grew even more frenzied, pressing their van toward the emergency lane.

“Stop the car! Let’s just stop! If it’s fans chasing us, let them see Luo Ning. It’s not like they’ll do anything,” the assistant babbled in panic. If they wanted Luo Ning, just give her to them!

“No, we can’t stop—this is a highway! And if those people try anything, we’ll have nowhere to run. Let me see if I can shake them off,” the driver said, tightening his grip on the wheel and flooring the accelerator.

The white SUV on their left refused to relent, even swerving sharply to the right. In an instant, Luo Ning’s van was forced onto the emergency lane, its side scraping against the guardrail in a shower of sparks.

The driver fought to steady the wheel and control their speed, but the white SUV seemed to have lost all reason. Without warning, it veered violently right again, slamming into Luo Ning’s van. The impact sent their vehicle careening through the highway barrier, tumbling down the hillside in a chaotic roll…

Breaking News Headline: Severe car crash on Nanqiao Expressway—four injured transported to hospital.

Live Update: Popular star Luo Ning involved in accident, currently receiving treatment at Nanqiao Hospital. Condition unknown.