Big Miss and White Moonlight, Stop Fighting! - Chapter 15
Chapter 15: Eat Me
Jiang Qingyue tilted her head, a guess forming in her mind.
Seeing that the other woman didn’t speak, Wen Wuxin took the initiative to remove the canvases.
Even Jiang Qingyue was a little taken aback.
The woman in a formal dress holding a glass of champagne with an elegant smile, the woman in a white dress sitting on a park bench, and even the seemingly naive young girl in a school uniform—all these paintings, regardless of size or category, were of her.
Wen Wuxin brought out the lines she had prepared.
“Although it sounds absurd, four years ago, when I saw you on TV, it was love at first sight.”
That was when Jiang Qingyue had just turned eighteen. At her coming-of-age ceremony, she made her first official appearance in the public eye—
And was then sent abroad for four years by her mother to study.
Wen Wuxin looked at the paintings, her fingertips tracing the frames. “I knew we were like two parallel lines that would never intersect, but I really…”
“Wanted to connect with you so badly, Qingyue.”
“So these paintings are the dreams I wove for myself. I was willing to drown in them.”
“I used to wonder, if you weren’t the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, if we had known each other since we were children, what would our story be like? What would you look like in a school uniform at fifteen or sixteen? What would you look like in your twenties…”
Wen Wuxin said softly, “And now, the dream has come true. I don’t ask for any kind of future with you; I just want to—”
She looked at Jiang Qingyue earnestly. “Enjoy the present with you.”
Jiang Qingyue was stunned for a while. She pursed her lips, then turned her back to Wen Wuxin and began to admire the paintings.
“Xin Xin, you’re an amazing painter. Even though you never met me when I was fifteen or sixteen, you painted me exactly how I was.”
Wen Wuxin said softly, “Is that so?”
The lazy, casual smile returned to Jiang Qingyue’s face. “Yes. I never knew my Xin Xin had a one-sided crush on me for so long. How about you don’t paint today? I’ll just pick a painting I like and take it with me.”
“No.”
Perhaps realizing her refusal was too blunt, Wen Wuxin tried to make her tone less stiff. “…The imaginary you and the real you are different. I want to paint the real you properly, Qingyue.”
Jiang Qingyue said gently, “Okay.”
Her submissive indulgence was less sincere than her earlier scolding.
Now, the flustered one was Jiang Qingyue. But she was better at hiding it than Wen Wuxin, managing to maintain a composed expression.
She probably knew that Wen Wuxin liked her, but she didn’t know the other woman’s affection was so sincere and passionate.
Jiang Qingyue hesitated.
Maybe she should have chosen someone else. She just wanted to have a transaction with the other woman; she didn’t want the other woman to offer her a sincere heart.
Following Wen Wuxin’s instructions, Jiang Qingyue sat on the soft beanbag chair. The sun had already warmed the chair, and Jiang Qingyue relaxed against it. “Is this okay? Should I sit up straighter?”
Jiang Qingyue’s peach blossom eyes, which looked so full of passion, sparkled but also held a hint of coldness that made people afraid to meet her gaze.
Combined with her perky nose and full red lips, it added to the beauty and a hint of aggression of her already stunning face.
But at this moment, the great beauty smiled lazily and charmingly. She winked at Wen Wuxin and smoothed her black hair. “Why aren’t you saying anything, Xin Xin?”
Wen Wuxin finally snapped back to reality. She looked away and said softly, “You know the answer.”
“What?” Jiang Qingyue pretended not to hear.
Wen Wuxin finally answered her first question. “This is fine. You don’t have to sit up straight. It’s good.”
Even though she was a model, Jiang Qingyue’s posture was very comfortable. The sun was warm, and she couldn’t see the painting Wen Wuxin was working on. She could only hear the occasional sound of the pencil rubbing against the paper.
Unconsciously, Jiang Qingyue’s eyes closed.
Wen Wuxin noticed this but didn’t wake her up. She continued to paint as usual.
Her hands didn’t stop moving, but Wen Wuxin’s gaze drifted away from the paper.
She looked at the utility knife not far away, and the pencil in her hand paused for a moment.
If I stabbed the person’s carotid artery with the utility knife, bl00d would gush out, and life would quickly drain away.
Dark thoughts occupied Wen Wuxin’s mind. The black and white painting in front of her also turned crimson. Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
Snap.
Her right hand was gripping the charcoal pencil too hard, and the lead broke. Wen Wuxin took a deep breath, suppressing the terrifying thought.
She was going to get her revenge, but before that, she had to find the truth first.
Now was not the best time to act.
When Jiang Qingyue woke up, she saw Wen Wuxin holding a utility knife. Her expression was normal as she touched the bracelet on her wrist, gently rubbing the pearl.
If anything went wrong, she would immediately press the button on the pearl, and the bodyguards outside would come in to save her as quickly as possible.
“Are you done? Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep.”
Wen Wuxin shook her head. She sat back down on the stool with the utility knife in her hand, and with her left hand, she held up the broken charcoal pencil and waved it at the other woman. “The lead in the charcoal pencil broke. I need to sharpen it again.”
The other hand on her wrist left, and Jiang Qingyue smiled. “Okay. You’re so silly, Xin Xin. You didn’t even wake me up when I fell asleep.”
She was still a little scared. She didn’t know where her guard had gone. She had fallen asleep completely defenseless in the home of someone she didn’t even know that well.
Wen Wuxin sharpened the charcoal pencil as she replied, “You must be very tired from work, so I didn’t wake you up. Besides, you look very beautiful when you’re sleeping.”
The sleeping Jiang Qingyue looks even more like that person.
Jiang Qingyue’s cheeks were flushed, and she wasn’t sure if it was from the sun.
“Mmm…”
Separated by the easel, Jiang Qingyue couldn’t see Wen Wuxin’s movements. She could only hear the other woman’s soft cry and furrowed brows.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
The charcoal pencil and utility knife both fell to the floor. Wen Wuxin covered her left hand. “It’s nothing. Just wait a moment.”
Jiang Qingyue no longer hesitated. She stood up and quickly walked over to Wen Wuxin. Without the easel blocking her view, she saw the crimson on Wen Wuxin’s left index finger.
Wen Wuxin looked a little embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I’m usually very careful, but I accidentally cut my hand just now.”
Jiang Qingyue grabbed her wrist. “Where’s your first-aid kit?”
Wen Wuxin pursed her lips. “It’s in the cabinet next to the one with the health supplements, under the coffee table.”
Jiang Qingyue found a bandage inside, tore off a few pieces of paper towel to place under her index finger. “Sit down.”
They sat side by side on the sofa. Jiang Qingyue squeezed the base of Wen Wuxin’s index finger. “For a minor cut like this, which is usually a superficial vein or capillary bleed, applying pressure to the area for five to ten minutes should stop the bleeding effectively.”
Wen Wuxin tried to pull her hand back. “I’ll do it myself…”
“Don’t move.”
Jiang Qingyue was firm. She stared intently at the wound.
Wen Wuxin looked at her black eyes and asked softly, “Are you very knowledgeable about first aid, Qingyue?”
Jiang Qingyue paused. “I wouldn’t call it first aid knowledge. It’s just common sense.”
She then smiled and teased, “I know our great painter Wen is obsessed with her art, so it’s normal for you not to know about these things.”
Wen Wuxin just continued to stare into her eyes, not saying anything.
After Jiang Qingyue had done a simple dressing for the wound and put on a bandage, and then wiped the charcoal off Wen Wuxin’s hand with a wet wipe, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Wuxin then spoke. “Your eyes are very beautiful.”
Jiang Qingyue finally met Wen Wuxin’s gaze, and she realized their position was a little too intimate.
Just as she was about to subtly move back, Wen Wuxin leaned in. Jiang Qingyue’s red lips parted slightly, and she unconsciously locked her eyes on the other woman’s slightly pale lips.
But Wen Wuxin only leaned forward and buried her head in the other woman’s neck and shoulder, then rubbed against her slightly.
“Qingyue,” she said softly, “thank you.”
Like a little cat.
That was the only thought in Jiang Qingyue’s mind.
She rubbed the other woman’s back. What was originally meant to be a gesture of comfort took on a different connotation as Wen Wuxin shivered.
Wen Wuxin finally lifted her head. She moved back slightly, putting some distance between them. There was a hint of moisture in her bright eyes. “Qingyue…”
Jiang Qingyue grabbed Wen Wuxin’s chin and bit her lower lip with a little force.
“Mmm…”
Wen Wuxin frowned but didn’t push her away.
Jiang Qingyue quickly let go. She didn’t hide her embarrassment. “I’m sorry. You’re so cute, so cute that I want to eat you.”
Even though the words were a little aggressive, Wen Wuxin’s eyes curved into a smile.
“Okay,” Wen Wuxin said. She pointed her uninjured right hand to the setting sun outside the living room window. “Eat me before the sun goes down.”
The atmosphere became even more romantic. Jiang Qingyue took the other woman’s hand. “Not on the sofa.”
Wen Wuxin tilted her head. “The bedroom is behind you, to the left.”
Indulging in lust during the day was not a very glorious thing to do.
But Jiang Qingyue couldn’t care less. The moment she opened the bedroom door, she had only one thought.
I’m so glad I listened to Zhou Wen and clipped my nails last night.
Her coat fell to the floor in a heap. The season was still a little chilly, and the exposed shoulders felt a draft. Wen Wuxin unconsciously shrugged.
Jiang Qingyue kissed the index finger on her hand. “Don’t be afraid, Xin Xin.”
She was so calm and composed that it was impossible to tell she was also completely inexperienced.
Wen Wuxin placed her hands on the other woman’s shoulders. “I’m not afraid, Qingyue.”
Jiang Qingyue, come to hell with me.
…
“Xin Xin.”
It was already eight o’clock in the evening when Jiang Qingyue woke her up. Wen Wuxin rubbed her eyes sleepily. “Sister Qingyue.”
Jiang Qingyue suddenly leaned in. “What did you call me?”
Wen Wuxin’s eyes finally cleared up. She bumped her shoulder against the other woman’s. “You’re so annoying.”
Jiang Qingyue looked wronged. “Xin Xin, why are you acting like you don’t know me? You were so…”
Wen Wuxin was quick to cover her mouth. Her fair face was flushed red.
Buzz, buzz.
Both of their phones rang at the same time. Jiang Qingyue got out of bed and went to the living room.
“President Jiang, the entertainment news has been released as you requested.”
Jiang Qingyue hung up the phone and then saw the link her secretary had sent her. She clicked on it.
[The eldest daughter of the Jiang family, Jiang Qingyue, and the young genius painter Wen Wuxin’s romance has been exposed!]