Big Miss and White Moonlight, Stop Fighting! - Chapter 16

Chapter 16: I Am Willing to Give My Life for You

On Wen Wuxin’s end, she received a call from her teacher, Zheng Lu.

Before Wen Wuxin could speak, the other person’s voice came through the phone like a rapid-fire of questions.

“Wuxin, what’s going on with you and that girl from the Jiang family? It’s all over the news. When did you two start dating? I remember Jiang Qingyue just came back to the country not long ago. How did you two get to this point?”

Wen Wuxin blinked, her voice a little slow. “Teacher Zheng, what are you talking about?”

Zheng Lu sighed. “Didn’t you see the message I sent you on WeChat?”

Wen Wuxin bit her lip. “I was resting and didn’t look at my phone.”

Although Zheng Lu didn’t understand why someone would be resting at six or seven in the evening, she still patiently told her to look at it now.

Wen Wuxin didn’t hang up the phone. She clicked on the link Zheng Lu sent her, and her face instantly turned pale.

How did someone take pictures of what happened between me and Jiang Qingyue that day?

When Jiang Qingyue returned to the bedroom, she saw a pale and utterly flustered Wen Wuxin.

Upon seeing Jiang Qingyue, Wen Wuxin turned around without thinking. She tried to suppress her trembling and feigned composure. “Teacher Zheng, I have something to do right now. I’ll explain everything to you later. Don’t worry. Goodbye.”

Hanging up the phone, Wen Wuxin tightly clutched the phone to her chest. She turned around to face Jiang Qingyue, her lips mumbling, unsure of how to speak.

“…I’ll have the PR department handle this,” Jiang Qingyue said calmly.

Wen Wuxin lowered her head. “I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have let you take me to the amusement park.”

Jiang Qingyue wasn’t angry. She just said faintly, “Saying these things is meaningless now. We already had our three rules, and you should know that I won’t publicly admit we’re in a relationship. In fact, we’re not.”

Wen Wuxin took a small breath. “I know, President Jiang.”

Her voice inexplicably dropped a few degrees. Jiang Qingyue said unhurriedly, “I’ll send you the links to three houses right away. Choose one.”

A warm tear fell from the corner of her eye, tracing her jawline before landing on the back of the hand she was clutching to her chest. Perhaps due to the intense emotion, Wen Wuxin didn’t even answer; she just let out a sob.

By the time Jiang Qingyue reacted, her body had already moved to Wen Wuxin’s side, and she reached out to wipe away the tears spilling from the corners of her eyes.

“Let’s end our relationship here,” Jiang Qingyue felt her throat tighten. She had changed her plan. “It’s better for you.”

Wen Wuxin’s vision was blurred by tears. She just shook her head desperately, her slender body trembling with her sobs.

“No…” Wen Wuxin sobbed. “I don’t need you to announce that we’re in a relationship. If you want to announce that I’m just your lover, that’s fine too. I’m fine with anything. I’m fine with anything…”

Her phone fell to the floor, and Wen Wuxin grabbed the other woman’s sleeve. “Don’t abandon me.”

Jiang Qingyue sighed. “Are you really okay with that? Even with the gossip, even if your art career is ruined?”

There was a hint of determination in Wen Wuxin’s voice. “Yes. Qingyue, you don’t know how important you are to me.”

Gripping the other woman’s wrist tightly, Wen Wuxin said, word for word.

“Qingyue, whether you need it or not, I can—”

“Give my life for you.”

For the first time in her twenty-two years of life, Jiang Qingyue fled in a panic.

She repeatedly assured Wen Wuxin that their relationship wouldn’t end before she could finally and with great difficulty, pull away and leave.

Bang.

Wen Wuxin looked at the front door that had just closed. The profound sadness and fear in her eyes instantly vanished.

“You want to use me as a test subject,” Wen Wuxin said with a slight nasal tone and a sneer. “Since you chose me, don’t think you can get rid of me.”

She knew this incident wasn’t an accident. There were no such coincidences. This was just Jiang Qingyue’s test.

She figured Jiang Qingyue also needed to use her to build her image and become part of her shield.

Wen Wuxin walked into the studio and looked at the unfinished sketch from earlier today, saying slowly.

“Jiang Qingyue, how can you still be so pathetic after all these years, only knowing how to let others be your shield?”

“It’s a pity, but this time, it probably won’t go your way. I’m not your shield.”

I am the cold blade that will take your life.

Her phone vibrated again, and Wen Wuxin received three links from Jiang Qingyue.

[Tell me which one you like, and I’ll have my secretary handle it tomorrow and give it to you.]

[Don’t worry. Even if I give you this, our relationship won’t end.]

Wen Wuxin’s reply was unrelated to the message.

[I’ll finish the painting tomorrow. When can we meet again? I want to give it to you in person.]

After a long time, Wen Wuxin finally received a perfunctory reply.

[Let’s talk about it later.]

Placing her phone aside, Wen Wuxin began to sharpen her charcoal pencil again. As night fell, she had to finish the painting she hadn’t completed in the afternoon.

Buzz, buzz.

Not long after, Wen Wuxin’s phone vibrated again.

[Eat a little something tonight, or you’ll upset your stomach.]

Wen Wuxin looked at the message coldly, replied with “Okay,” but didn’t leave the studio for even a second.

The next day.

After the small class professional course was over, Zheng Lu ignored the curious stares of the surrounding students and grabbed Wen Wuxin’s arm, walking her to her office.

“What’s going on?” Zheng Lu asked urgently.

Wen Wuxin smiled faintly. “I was the one who was pestering her. She also told me we couldn’t be lovers, and I agreed.”

In just a few words, the information was overwhelming. Zheng Lu almost choked on her breath. She was speechless for a few seconds before she asked in an ungraceful tone, “Why?!”

In Zheng Lu’s eyes, Wen Wuxin was a student with both talent and diligence, and she was very protective of her reputation—

Even in her freshman year, someone wanted to buy Wen Wuxin’s painting for a high price, but she firmly refused.

Zheng Lu was so anxious that she couldn’t wait for an answer. She frowned. “Are you in some kind of financial trouble? Tell me, your teacher. I’ll help you if I can.”

Just open your mouth.

Wen Wuxin shook her head.

“It’s not about money.”

Her eyes were serious. “Teacher Zheng, I like her. I like her very, very much.”

Zheng Lu’s face twitched. “Let’s not talk about how you met her or why you inexplicably fell for her. Fine, even if you really like her, do you have to abandon your own dignity because you like someone else?!”

“Do you have any idea,” Zheng Lu took a deep breath, “how much this kind of news will affect your future career? What will people think of you? How will they slander you? Do you know that?!”

“The gossip is terrifying!”

Zheng Lu’s earnest advice seemed to have no effect on Wen Wuxin. She just kept shaking her head. “I’m sorry, Teacher Zheng. As your student, I’ve caused you trouble too. I’ll try to minimize our contact from now on. After I graduate, if anyone asks, I’ll say that you and I…”

The usually elegant and reserved Zheng Lu stomped her foot anxiously. “That’s not what I meant, you…”

The older woman helplessly raised her hands. “I’m so fed up with you. Forget it. Just focus on your painting. As for everything else,” she gritted her teeth, “you’re still young. It’s okay to suffer a little.”

On the other side.

Looking at the public relations draft handed to her by the PR manager, Jiang Qingyue carefully read it before nodding slightly. “Post this draft.”

The general content of the draft was to clarify that Jiang Qingyue and Wen Wuxin were not in a relationship and that Jiang Qingyue had no plans to get married or be in a relationship for the time being.

The secretary stood to the side. After the PR manager left, she stepped forward. “President Jiang, this afternoon…”

Jiang Qingyue raised her hand, and the other person fell silent.

“Use my name to buy Wen Wuxin’s previously sold paintings at a high price, and release this news. Then, have some paparazzi take pictures of me buying things for Wen Wuxin, and release those.”

The secretary was completely baffled by her boss’s confusing instructions.

“President Jiang, you…”

Jiang Qingyue sighed. She leaned back in her office chair, her head tilted back, and continued with her eyes closed. “Then, secretly have people pay attention to Wen Wuxin’s social circles. If anyone starts to spread rumors and slander her, deal with the rumors immediately.”

The secretary’s mind spun again and again, and she finally understood what the person in front of her was thinking.

“Is President Jiang trying to protect Miss Wen?”

Jiang Qingyue said faintly, “I wouldn’t call it protecting. I’m just still interested in this little lover and don’t want to have a messy situation with her.”

The secretary replied with a forced smile, then began to report on the next tasks.

Half a month later.

In a luxury store that had been booked out.

When Wen Wuxin put on the last light purple dress, Jiang Qingyue didn’t hesitate. “I want this one too.”

The saleswoman was beaming. “Yes, yes.”

Letting the people with her carry the large and small shopping bags, Jiang Qingyue walked out of the door with Wen Wuxin’s hand in hers, swaggering.

“Qingyue,” Wen Wuxin gently squeezed the other woman’s palm. “That painting…”

Half a month had passed before she finally brought up the topic herself.

After the scandal, every time Jiang Qingyue contacted her, it was to take her shopping. Wen Wuxin was also very compliant, showing no dissatisfaction or other thoughts, and she hadn’t mentioned the painting she was going to paint for her.

Jiang Qingyue’s red lips curved upwards. “My memory is terrible; I completely forgot about that. Fine, come find me at Star River Club tomorrow night.”

Star River Club, the Jiang family’s newly opened high-end private club in recent years.

Wen Wuxin smiled. “Okay.”

After returning home, Wen Wuxin scrolled through her phone, looking at the news she had saved.

There was the PR draft from the Jiang family clarifying Jiang Qingyue’s relationship with her, the news of Jiang Qingyue buying her previously sold paintings at a high price, and the news of her spending a fortune shopping with her, and…

The scandalous news of Jiang Qingyue holding hands with a female singer who had debuted a year ago, walking on the streets at night.

Jiang Qingyue had never mentioned this to her, and Wen Wuxin naturally wouldn’t bring it up either.

Casually putting her phone aside, Wen Wuxin opened the studio door and carefully framed the sketch that she had done earlier.

Placing the framed painting on the coffee table in the living room, Wen Wuxin went back to the studio and picked up her paintbrush.

When she was flustered, Wen Wuxin would always sketch the face of that person.

The woman’s features gradually became clear, and Wen Wuxin’s restless heart slowly calmed down.

“Tomorrow,” she said in a barely audible voice, “I’ll do my best.”