Big Miss and White Moonlight, Stop Fighting! - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: No, a Harmonious “Colleague” Relationship.

“President Jiang.”

The pure-looking female singer smiled a little awkwardly.

In contrast, Jiang Qingyue’s posture was much more relaxed. She rested her arm on the back of the sofa, propping her head up with her right hand, and gave the singer a nonchalant glance.

“Do you want to go directly to a producer for your second album, or do you want to participate in a competition show to build up your popularity first?”

A knock on the door interrupted the singer.

Jiang Qingyue gave a look, and the singer quickly got up. “I’ll get it.”

As she opened the somewhat heavy door, the singer was stunned.

Having just met Jiang Qingyue, she knew who the person in front of her was.

Although it was a little out of place, the thought of why is my colleague so pretty inexplicably popped into the singer’s head.

The truth would be hard to hear, as they were both lovers who couldn’t be seen, but since they were both lovers, wouldn’t it be okay to call them colleagues?

The singer’s mind had already drifted far away when a cold voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Excuse me, is President Jiang inside?” Although it was a question, Wen Wuxin’s tone was very certain.

The singer awkwardly stepped aside. “Yes.”

Wen Wuxin walked into the room, and the singer closed the door. For a moment, the room with the three of them was incredibly quiet.

Wen Wuxin had on light makeup today, but even with makeup, it couldn’t hide the fatigue in her eyes.

But she seemed to think her disguise was perfect. She even turned and said thank you to the singer, then gently placed the black-cloth-wrapped frame on the table.

“President Jiang, I’ve brought the painting for you.”

Jiang Qingyue didn’t know where the anonymous anger in her heart was coming from. She adjusted her posture and said unhurriedly, “Open it and let me see.”

Wen Wuxin slowly lifted the canvas. Jiang Qingyue then looked at the singer standing by the door. “What are you standing there for? Are you going to be a lookout?”

She patted the spot next to her. “Come sit here.”

The singer was taken aback but quickly came to her senses.

From the time they met to the time they became lovers, there had been no other intimate gestures besides that night they held hands and walked on the street. Even sitting next to the other person made the singer’s heart race.

But since the sugar daddy had spoken, she had no reason to disobey.

So the singer sat next to Jiang Qingyue and was immediately held by the waist by the other woman. “Perfect. You can also admire our great painter’s work with me.”

…Rich people are way too into these games.

The singer didn’t know whether to be embarrassed for herself or for Wen Wuxin standing opposite her. She could only nod. “Okay, President Jiang.”

Wen Wuxin’s hand gripped the black cloth tightly. Her fingertips were turning white from the excessive force.

Oh no, my colleague isn’t going to smash the frame on me, is she?

The singer’s mind went into a frenzy. She was ready to raise her hands in defense at any moment, but then she saw Wen Wuxin let go.

The cold beauty let out a breath, as if she was trying her best to endure something.

Wen Wuxin finally lifted the black cloth layer by layer. Her hands were trembling slightly.

Her lips were slightly parted, and she was panting softly. The warm, honey-colored lip gloss covered her originally pale lips.

Not only were her hands and feet feeling weak, but Wen Wuxin was also starting to feel dizzy and lightheaded. She forcefully maintained her composure, using the last of her strength to lift the frame.

“President Jiang,” her voice was so soft that a slight breeze could have carried it away. “Are you satisfied?”

Looking at the person who seemed about to collapse at any moment, Jiang Qingyue didn’t say anything. She looked at the singer next to her. “What do you think?”

It was a sketch. Although it was black and white, one could feel the radiant beauty in the painting basking comfortably in the sunlight, which made one’s mood unconsciously better.

But the singer was in no mood to admire it. She could only nod repeatedly. “It’s very beautiful. President Jiang in the painting is very pretty.”

Jiang Qingyue hummed. “Put it on the table.”

Wen Wuxin slowly put it down. Her eyes were unfocused as she stared at the two people in front of her. “The painting has been delivered. I won’t bother you two anymore.”

She even put on a polite smile, nodded slightly to the two people opposite her, and then turned to leave.

The moment Wen Wuxin turned around, Jiang Qingyue let go of the singer’s waist, and the singer very consciously moved to the side.

Wen Wuxin seemed to be in a hurry to leave, as she didn’t even close the door all the way.

Just a few seconds after she left, a muffled thud was heard from outside the door, followed by the gasps of surprise from the crowd, which traveled through the crack in the door to Jiang Qingyue’s ears.

This time, Jiang Qingyue didn’t have to say anything. The singer immediately stood up. “I’ll go take a look.”

The singer’s footsteps were hurried, and Jiang Qingyue followed behind her. They opened the door and saw Wen Wuxin being held in someone’s arms.

Her hands hung limply, and her head was resting on the waiter’s chest. Even though her eyes were about to close completely, she was still frowning slightly, weakly saying something that only she could hear.

Jiang Qingyue felt like her heart had been squeezed. She rushed over and took the other woman into her arms, only to find that Wen Wuxin’s body was frighteningly cold.

The singer also came over. “Did she have a low bl00d sugar episode?”

After a moment of chaos, Wen Wuxin finally managed to open her eyes.

She was lying on a soft leather sofa, and her mouth was filled with a sickly sweet taste. Wen Wuxin then realized she was holding a milk candy in her mouth.

“Are you awake?”

A female voice interrupted Wen Wuxin’s thoughts. She looked in the direction of the voice and saw a grim-faced Jiang Qingyue.

When Jiang Qingyue smiled, she was radiant and charming. When her face was stern, she was so intimidating that people didn’t dare to look at her for too long.

Wen Wuxin struggled to sit up, the panic in her eyes almost turning into a physical presence.

Jiang Qingyue pressed down on her shoulders. “Lie down for a bit longer. Dinner will be here soon.”

Wen Wuxin grabbed Jiang Qingyue’s wrist. She was so weak that she couldn’t even hold on tightly, her hand just lying limply on the other woman’s wrist.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect this to happen. I’ve disrupted your time.”

It was a deeply apologetic tone, without any hint of resentment.

“Where is she now?” Seeing that Jiang Qingyue wasn’t speaking, Wen Wuxin’s tone became more urgent. “I’ll go apologize to her, President Jiang. I’m so sorry.”

Wen Wuxin’s chest heaved violently, and her vision became blurred again. She didn’t know if it was because of tears or if the emotional distress was making her eyes go black again.

Jiang Qingyue also noticed. A crack finally appeared in her cold, perfect mask. She was a little annoyed, but more than that, she was helpless.

“Relax. Take a deep breath. Also, you don’t need to apologize. Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling so bad earlier?”

When Wen Wuxin was showing her the painting, Jiang Qingyue had noticed the other woman’s discomfort, but she had thought it was just her hands shaking due to emotional fluctuations.

Wen Wuxin just smiled and pursed her lips in silence. Her light brown eyes, under the light, looked like fragile glass.

The two were stuck in a silent stalemate until the waiter bringing food broke the tension.

Helping Wen Wuxin sit up, Jiang Qingyue said in a bad mood, “Eat.”

Seeing that Wen Wuxin wasn’t picking up her chopsticks, she frowned. “Don’t you want to eat? Do you want to faint again?”

Even if Wen Wuxin could handle it, she couldn’t.

Wen Wuxin finally picked up her chopsticks but didn’t pick up any food. She said softly, “I want to eat fried mushrooms.”

Jiang Qingyue was so annoyed she almost laughed. “At a time like this, you’re still thinking about your damn fried mushrooms. Is that stuff even nutritious? Is it filling?”

Wen Wuxin lowered her head at the scolding. Her lips unconsciously turned down, a sign of her uncontrollable grievances.

But in the end, she said nothing, just started picking up food. “I’m sorry.”

Jiang Qingyue’s face was cold. She stood up, walked quickly to the door, and pushed it open forcefully.

The waiter at the door smiled. “What do you need, President Jiang?”

Jiang Qingyue didn’t know she could announce a dish name so furiously.

“Bring another plate of fried mushrooms!”

When the steaming fried mushrooms were brought to the table, Wen Wuxin finally showed a genuine smile.

Jiang Qingyue had a headache looking at her. She couldn’t understand what was so charming about ordinary fried mushrooms.

But seeing Wen Wuxin eat happily, she could only let it go.

After watching the other woman finish her meal, Jiang Qingyue stood up. “Let’s go. I’ll take you home.”

Wen Wuxin was hesitant. “But her…”

Jiang Qingyue smiled without warmth. “You scared her away.”

“Don’t let me hear you apologize again.” Seeing that Wen Wuxin was about to apologize again, Jiang Qingyue added coldly.

It was late at night, and the temperature difference between day and night was huge. Jiang Qingyue called the manager over, said something in his ear, and the man immediately ran off.

A few minutes later, the man returned with a light brown cashmere coat. “President Jiang, this is the coat you left at the club before.”

Jiang Qingyue took it and then looked at Wen Wuxin’s pitifully thin tweed jacket. “Put this on. Don’t catch a cold.”

Wen Wuxin didn’t take it. She smiled. “I want the one you’re wearing, Qingyue. It feels warmer.”

The name “Qingyue” made Jiang Qingyue’s lips curve into an involuntary smile. She let out a soft snort.

“Spoiled.”

Although she said that, her hands didn’t stop moving. She took off her white long trench coat. “I never realized you were so troublesome.”

Jiang Qingyue was only half a head taller than Wen Wuxin, and their overall body shapes were similar. The trench coat fit Wen Wuxin perfectly.

Clutching the coat tightly, Wen Wuxin lowered her head and sniffed it.

“It smells like Qingyue.”

Jiang Qingyue cleared her throat. She quickly put on the cashmere coat. “It’s late. Let’s go.”

An hour later.

She had only intended to drop her off at the entrance of her apartment complex, but Jiang Qingyue didn’t know why she had followed the other woman upstairs.

“I’ll leave after I’ve dropped you off at your door.”

Jiang Qingyue’s attempt to hide her intentions was obvious.

Wen Wuxin didn’t expose her. She took out her key, inserted it into the lock, and turned it. The door opened.

“Qingyue,” Wen Wuxin said with a slight head tilt and a smile. “I’m home. Thank you for taking me.”

She held out her pinky finger and hooked it with the other woman’s. “When will we see each other again?”

After hooking her pinky, Wen Wuxin retreated toward the living room. Although Jiang Qingyue could have easily broken free from the fragile hold with a little force, she followed Wen Wuxin step by step, unwilling to part.