Big Miss and White Moonlight, Stop Fighting! - Chapter 14
Chapter 14: Not Blame, But Heartache.
Jiang Qingyue’s lips parted slightly, and she was speechless for a long time.
Zhou Wen snorted. “There’s no point in talking to someone as stubborn as you. I have to get back to work. I’m hanging up.”
Jiang Qingyue didn’t know why she was so restless. She paced back and forth in the huge bedroom and unlocked her phone again.
The next morning.
The secretary, who was initially unhappy about Jiang Qingyue’s sudden late-night assignment, happily worked overtime after receiving a bonus.
“President Jiang,” the secretary said with a professional smile, placing a paper folder on the desk. “These are the three properties I selected based on your requirements. There are villas and large apartments. Please have a look.”
Jiang Qingyue opened the folder, glanced at a few pages, and closed it. “Okay, buy them all.”
She didn’t know which one Wen Wuxin would like, so she might as well buy them all and let her choose.
Jiang Qingyue felt she was being generous for a sugar daddy.
Jiang Qingyue’s work efficiency in the morning was surprisingly high, and the secretary was also busy. Finally, when the clock struck noon, Jiang Qingyue finished all her work for the day.
“I have something to do this afternoon, so I won’t be at the company. You can also take the afternoon off as compensation for working overtime last night.”
After giving her instructions, Jiang Qingyue quickly went to the parking lot.
She declined the driver’s offer to take her, drove a spare company car herself, and headed to Wen Wuxin’s apartment.
Just as she was about to insert the car key into the ignition, her phone vibrated.
“I know,” she said in a cold tone. “You guys wait outside her place. If something seems off, I’ll contact you immediately.”
The call ended, and Jiang Qingyue’s hands rested on the steering wheel. The image of those moist, light-brown eyes involuntarily flashed in her mind.
Closing her eyes, Jiang Qingyue rested her forehead on the steering wheel and sighed for some reason.
…
“Xin Xin!”
Not long after Jiang Qingyue knocked, the door was opened. She looked at the somewhat dazed woman in front of her, her voice as sweet as honey.
Wen Wuxin was both surprised and confused. She wanted to reach out to greet her, but she hid her hands behind her back instead. “Um, the slippers are on the second shelf of the shoe cabinet, the light yellow ones. I’m not sure if the size is right.”
Jiang Qingyue immediately found the slippers. “They fit perfectly. Xin Xin, what’s wrong with your hands?”
Wen Wuxin’s ears turned red, and she mumbled awkwardly, “I’m in the middle of making batter for fried mushrooms…”
She brought her hands forward, and her originally slender and long fingers were covered in flour.
Wen Wuxin hadn’t expected Jiang Qingyue to arrive so early. When she saw who was at the door through the peephole, she was genuinely flustered for a moment. But she quickly composed herself. However, her hands were messy and inconvenient, so she had opened the door with her elbow.
Jiang Qingyue laughed. “My apologies, I was a little sudden. But it’s perfect, as I haven’t had lunch yet. I hope you don’t mind preparing an extra set of tableware, Xin Xin?”
Wen Wuxin bit her lip. “How about we order takeout? My cooking isn’t very good.”
Jiang Qingyue put her hands on the other woman’s waist and pushed her forward. “I have faith in your cooking skills.”
“Mmm,” Wen Wuxin’s eyes turned red. The tingling sensation on her waist made her words a little slurred. “Don’t touch me there… I’m ticklish.”
“Oh really?”
Jiang Qingyue smiled and lightly pinched the soft flesh on her waist again. After feeling the other person tremble, her red lips curved into a grin. “It seems Xin Xin is indeed ticklish.”
Despite what she said, Jiang Qingyue didn’t let go.
Wen Wuxin bit her lip tightly. When they reached the kitchen, Jiang Qingyue finally let go. Her voice was filled with disbelief.
“Are fried mushrooms the only dish you’re having for lunch?”
On the kitchen counter, there was only a bowl of mushrooms that had not yet been mixed with the batter. There were no other ingredients.
Wen Wuxin was a little flustered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were coming to my place for lunch.”
Jiang Qingyue opened the refrigerator and found that there was nothing inside but a few bottles and jars of drinks.
Her face turned dark. She walked to the living room and made a phone call. It rang only once before it was answered. The sound of shuffling footsteps came from the other end of the line.
The bodyguard was already on standby. “President Jiang, we’re at the door. Should we force our way in?”
“Go to the supermarket and buy groceries.”
The bodyguard: ?
Jiang Qingyue’s words were concise. “Buy some meat, eggs, and milk. Be back in half an hour.”
Wen Wuxin washed her hands in the kitchen. She stood awkwardly at the kitchen door. “President Jiang…”
Jiang Qingyue didn’t even look up. “Why aren’t you calling me Qingyue?”
Wen Wuxin walked over quickly. Her movements were hurried, but she couldn’t say what she wanted to say for a long time.
“I’m sorry. The next time you come, I will definitely prepare a feast that suits your taste.”
After a while, Wen Wuxin finally said this in a soft voice.
Jiang Qingyue let out a laugh, but there was only coldness in it. “Do you think I’m blaming you for not being a good host?”
Wen Wuxin bit her lower lip and didn’t say anything.
Jiang Qingyue poked her forehead, her expression showing her frustration.
“Am I blaming you for not being a good host? I’m heart… I’m blaming you for not taking care of yourself!”
Jiang Qingyue didn’t know why she felt a lump in her throat. She continued in a very fast tone. “Is this how you normally eat at home? How can you get enough nutrition? Even painting requires physical strength. Your health is more important than anything else. If you keep wasting your body like this, what will happen in the future…”
Wen Wuxin retorted softly, “No, I get enough nutrition on a normal day.”
She squatted down and pulled open the drawer of the coffee table. A variety of health supplements came into view.
“I have multivitamins, fish oil, CoQ10…”
Jiang Qingyue’s expression was unreadable as she casually opened a few bottles and found that most of the pills had already been taken.
“Wen Wuxin,” Jiang Qingyue said, using her full name. “You’re going to make me faint with anger.”
Wen Wuxin also looked a little wronged. She unconsciously pouted and squatted pitifully by the coffee table, hugging her shins and not saying a word.
The two were at a stalemate for a while. After a long time, Wen Wuxin finally let go of her shins. Her voice was soft and gentle. “Qingyue, I’m sorry.”
Just as Jiang Qingyue was about to speak, the doorbell rang. Wen Wuxin had been squatting for too long and swayed a little as she stood up.
Jiang Qingyue, not allowing any protest, helped her to the sofa and then went to open the door herself.
The bodyguard at the door was holding two large bags of groceries. “President Jiang.”
Jiang Qingyue gave him a look. After she took the groceries, the bodyguard, being very perceptive, immediately closed the door.
“Xin Xin,” Jiang Qingyue’s tone had softened a lot. “I’m not trying to blame you. I just hope you can take better care of your body. I’ll do the cooking.”
Wen Wuxin stood up, ignoring the tingling in her legs. “I can’t let you do that. I’ll…”
Jiang Qingyue’s hands were full, so she just shook her head. “A painter’s hands are very precious. I’ll handle the cooking.”
“I just don’t get it. What’s so great about fried mushrooms…” She muttered to herself as she walked to the kitchen. “Wouldn’t you get tired of just eating that?”
Wen Wuxin followed her, silent.
An hour later.
Three dishes and a soup—braised chicken legs with scallions, tofu with shrimp and eggs, yam with stir-fried wood ear mushrooms, and pork liver and spinach soup—were placed on the table.
The food was still steaming. Wen Wuxin looked like she wanted to say something but didn’t.
The reason was that these dishes were a little too down-to-earth. Wen Wuxin had thought that a rich heiress like Jiang Qingyue, who had never done any housework, wouldn’t eat these things, let alone make them.
Jiang Qingyue smiled. “What, are you surprised that I can cook these?”
Wen Wuxin nodded honestly.
Jiang Qingyue didn’t explain. She just said gently, “I was too harsh just now. I’m sorry. I just want you to eat properly.”
The white steam blurred Jiang Qingyue’s features. Wen Wuxin was stunned when she heard her words. She stared blankly at the woman sitting opposite her.
“Xin Xin, eat well and grow up strong.”
Another gentle female voice rang in Wen Wuxin’s ears. Her pink lips parted slightly, and she wanted to respond but couldn’t.
“…Xin Xin.”
“Xin Xin!”
By the time Wen Wuxin came to her senses, the woman who had been sitting opposite her was now by her side. A paper towel with a faint fragrance wiped her face. Jiang Qingyue’s voice was tense.
“Why are you crying without making a sound? You suddenly spaced out, and then tears started falling one after another. You wouldn’t say anything when I asked you. You scared me to death.”
Wen Wuxin struggled to find her voice. “…I’m sorry.”
Jiang Qingyue was truly at a loss. She was ready to throw her hands up in surrender. “I should be the one apologizing. I really shouldn’t have been so mean to you just now. Please don’t take it to heart, okay?”
Wen Wuxin touched the ends of her hair and finally just smiled.
“Qingyue, I’ll eat well from now on.”
Jiang Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief. “If you find cooking troublesome, I can hire a chef to deliver food to you every day.”
Wen Wuxin avoided the topic. She smiled. “After lunch, let’s go to the studio. I’ll paint you.”
After lunch, even though she was a guest, Jiang Qingyue insisted on washing the dishes.
“If you ever find cooking troublesome, come to my company and have a meal with me,” Jiang Qingyue said softly, putting the last clean dish away.
Wen Wuxin once again avoided the topic. She took a paper towel and dried Jiang Qingyue’s wet hands, then led her to a door.
Opening the door, the hot sunlight streamed over them. Jiang Qingyue unconsciously squinted.
This room had originally been a study with excellent lighting, but Wen Wuxin had converted it into a studio. The room was filled with easels, and the walls were covered with various types of paintings. The original bookshelves were also filled with all kinds of tools for painting.
The paper on the easel was still a blank page. Wen Wuxin gestured to the paper.
“Qingyue, do you want a sketch or an oil painting?”
Jiang Qingyue looked around and found that many of the paintings were covered with black cloths.
She said a little nonchalantly, “Either is fine. But why are so many of the paintings covered? Is there some secret that you don’t want me to see?”
Wen Wuxin lowered her eyes, her tone calm. “I don’t want you to see them.”
Jiang Qingyue became interested. “Why?”
Wen Wuxin looked up and smiled at Jiang Qingyue.
“Because I’m afraid of scaring you.”