Big Miss and White Moonlight, Stop Fighting! - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: You and I Don’t Have the Right

A sharp pain shot through her left palm, and it was only then that Jiang Qingyue realized her palm had been accidentally cut by the man’s dagger during their earlier encounter.

The security guards swarmed the man, quickly subduing him. The exhibition hall manager called the police right away, and the sudden commotion finally came to an end.

Everyone was unsure whether to stay or leave.

But the two women over there were completely oblivious to the situation. Jiang Qingyue tried to sound nonchalant, “It’s nothing, just a small scratch.”

It just so happened that Jiang Qingyue saved her, and the wound was on her left hand.

Wen Wuxin tried her best to stay calm, but her trembling hands betrayed her helplessness.

As Wen Wuxin struggled to find the right words, Jiang Qingyue’s uninjured hand gently rose. She carefully and tenderly used the back of her fingers to wipe away Wen Wuxin’s hot tears.

“Xin Xin, you’re going to break my heart crying like this.”

Perhaps to lighten the mood, Jiang Qingyue turned to look at the oil painting. Despite having seen countless paintings Wen Wuxin had made of her, she was still stunned.

After a few seconds, Jiang Qingyue snapped back to reality and smiled at Wen Wuxin again, her voice full of an excitement and pride she couldn’t hide.

“So I’m that beautiful in Xin Xin’s eyes? I’ll have my secretary order a white dress just like the one in the painting. If you like it, I’ll wear it for you every day.”

Wen Wuxin completely ignored her teasing and grabbed her uninjured arm. “To the hospital.”

Jiang Qingyue said helplessly, “Xin Xin, it’s just a small cut. Don’t be so nervous.”

“I said, to the hospital!” This was the first time Wen Wuxin had ever yelled at Jiang Qingyue.

Jiang Qingyue immediately put her hands up. “Okay, we’ll go now.”

In the VIP lounge at the hospital.

A nurse was carefully cleaning Jiang Qingyue’s wound. The injured woman looked relaxed, but Wen Wuxin, standing beside her, had a deep frown on her face.

Wen Wuxin’s lips were tightly pressed together, her eyes fixed on the wound in Jiang Qingyue’s palm.

It wasn’t until the nurse had finished bandaging the wound and left that Jiang Qingyue cautiously said, “I’m really fine now, Xin Xin, you…”

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Wen Wuxin tried to control her emotions, but her voice broke as soon as she spoke. “I don’t need your protection!”

Jiang Qingyue sighed and gestured to Wen Wuxin. “Sit down.”

Wen Wuxin sat beside her, sobbing.

Jiang Qingyue gently tidied Wen Wuxin’s slightly messy long hair and spoke softly, “Xin Xin, you’re a painter. No one’s hands are more precious than yours. How could I ever let your hands get hurt? I’m sorry I scared you.”

Jiang Qingyue placed Wen Wuxin’s hands together on her lap, then used her uninjured hand to gently rub the back of the other woman’s hand.

She was the one who was hurt, but she was also the one apologizing and trying to make things right.

A drop of hot tear, just like the ones from before, fell onto the back of Jiang Qingyue’s hand. Wen Wuxin said each word clearly, “To me, you’re the most important person. I don’t even have the courage to imagine what I would do if something happened to you to save me.”

Jiang Qingyue felt her heart melt. She said softly, “Xin Xin, I promise you, we will both live to a ripe old age.”

They were words of blessing, but they only made Wen Wuxin cry even harder. Her shoulders shook slightly, and the emotion and love in her eyes were so profound they seemed almost tangible.

“…You idiot.”

Jiang Qingyue laughed. “I’m an idiot, and you’re a little crybaby. Now, why don’t you go wash your face, little crybaby?”

Wen Wuxin sniffled and went to the restroom.

The moment the door closed, the woman who had been crying her heart out immediately became cold and expressionless.

Wen Wuxin stared blankly at herself in the mirror: her eyes and nose were red despite her makeup, her eyes were still moist, and she would occasionally let out a little sob.

“Heh.”

Wen Wuxin let out a laugh for some reason, but it was a chilling one.

She pressed the soap dispenser, and a thick, dark purple liquid was squeezed into her palm.

Wen Wuxin unhurriedly lathered the soap and then meticulously washed her hands three times. She had gotten some of the other woman’s bl00d on her hands when they were together.

The hands that were tainted with bl00d were once again clean and smooth under the running water. Wen Wuxin looked at her hands, her eyes holding an ambiguous meaning.

“Live to a ripe old age…?”

Wen Wuxin murmured to herself, then let out another sneer. “The two of us are the least qualified to hope for a long life.”

Taking a deep breath, Wen Wuxin fixed her appearance and, with the same expression she had before, opened the door again.

Inside the lounge, Jiang Qingyue happened to be putting her phone down. She teased, “What took you so long in there? Were you crying behind my back again?”

Wen Wuxin pouted. “Qingyue, please, don’t ever do that again.”

Jiang Qingyue smiled. “There won’t be a next time. By the way—”

Jiang Qingyue changed the subject, stood up, and came over to Wen Wuxin. She naturally put her arm around the other woman’s waist. “How about we hang that painting from the exhibition in our bedroom? That way, you can see two of me.”

Jiang Qingyue’s voice was charming and seductive. After saying this, her hand gently pinched the soft flesh on Wen Wuxin’s waist.

Wen Wuxin’s body stiffened. She lowered her head and eyes, her black hair covering the side of her face and the flash of disgust and hatred in her eyes.

“Whatever you want, Qingyue,” Wen Wuxin agreed softly.

Jiang Qingyue tucked the other woman’s black hair behind her ear and then kissed her on the cheek. “On second thought, no. I’d get jealous if I saw you looking at someone else.”

Wen Wuxin simply smiled without saying a word.

Jiang Qingyue pouted playfully. “Xin Xin, why aren’t you asking me why I’d be jealous of myself? I was waiting to answer you.”

Wen Wuxin’s response had nothing to do with what she just said. “I want to go home now.”

Jiang Qingyue had no choice but to drop it.

An hour later.

A white Rolls-Royce Ghost drove into a lush, green estate.

Wen Wuxin seemed to have completely forgotten what had happened at the art exhibition. She and Jiang Qingyue got out of the car, holding hands, and walked into the grand living room, laughing and chatting.

“Huh?”

Jiang Qingyue was surprised to see her mother, Jiang Qiange, there. And across from her was another middle-aged woman wearing a jade pendant.

Jiang Qingyue introduced Wen Wuxin. “Xin Xin, let me introduce you. This is Aunt He. Aunt He, this is the talented painter and the future hope of the art world, Wen Wuxin.”

Jiang Qingyue’s praise was over the top, and the person being praised accepted it with composure. Wen Wuxin politely greeted them, “Good evening, Aunt Jiang, Aunt He.”

A look of awkwardness appeared on the middle-aged woman’s face. She glanced at Jiang Qiange, but the other woman simply urged the couple to go rest.

“I heard about what happened at the exhibition, Wuxin. Don’t worry, the police are questioning the suspect, and they’ll give you an explanation. He Jing and I have some business to discuss, and it’s getting late. You two should go upstairs and rest.”

The two women intimately went upstairs.

He Jing looked on in astonishment. “Qian Ge, you actually…”

Everyone in their social circle had heard about Jiang Qingyue and Wen Wuxin’s relationship. And the fact that Wen Wuxin moved in two years ago had shocked everyone.

He Jing had assumed that even if Wen Wuxin moved in, she and Jiang Qiange would be at odds with each other. She never expected them to get along so well.

Jiang Qiange took a sip of her black tea and placed the teacup on the coffee table with a soft clink. “It’s their business. I’ll just let them be, as long as Qingyue is happy. Besides…”

Jiang Qiange didn’t finish her sentence, and He Jing didn’t press her for details.

The atmosphere in the bedroom was far less harmonious than it was in the living room.

Jiang Qingyue lightly cleared her throat and reached for Wen Wuxin’s back. “I’ll help you with the zipper.”

Jiang Qingyue’s thumb and index finger gripped the zipper pull, and the zipper slid down smoothly.

“Did you—”

Jiang Qingyue couldn’t help but ask, “Were you mad?”

After she said she wanted to hang the painting in the bedroom.

It was only on the way back that Jiang Qingyue realized the other woman might have been bothered by it. Even though Wen Wuxin was now wearing her usual smile, Jiang Qingyue could feel the subtle changes in her mood.

Wen Wuxin’s silence was her only answer.

Jiang Qingyue stood behind Wen Wuxin, looking at her smooth, bare back. Her slightly raised shoulder blades were like the wings of a butterfly in motion. She reached out and touched her, but there was no lust in her eyes.

“I’m sorry. I only said that to cheer you up.”

After a long pause, Jiang Qingyue spoke softly.

She regretted that her attempt at flirting had been so clumsy.

Wen Wuxin’s tone was normal. “No, I was happy. It’s just that whenever I think about your injury, I… I’m sorry. I’ll adjust my state of mind as soon as possible.”

Perhaps it was easier to lie when her back was to Jiang Qingyue and she didn’t have to look her in the eyes.

Taking off her dress completely, Wen Wuxin walked toward the bathroom. “I’m going to take off my makeup and shower first.”

It wasn’t until the hot water from the showerhead poured over Wen Wuxin’s face that she could finally breathe and let down all her guards.

Vigorously rubbing her face, Wen Wuxin kept muttering to herself.

“Soon… soon…”

She would soon find the truth and leave the Jiang family.

Sometimes she got so caught up in the act that she forgot she was acting.

Wen Wuxin, wrapped in a towel, pushed open the bathroom door. Water was dripping from her wet hair.

Jiang Qingyue stood up. “I’ll blow-dry your hair for you.”

Wen Wuxin shook her head. “It’s late. You should go shower first.”

By the time Jiang Qingyue came out of the bathroom, Wen Wuxin was already curled up on the soft bed.

Without makeup, Wen Wuxin’s cold aggressiveness was gone, and her slightly trembling eyelashes made her look a bit pitiful and innocent.

Jiang Qingyue sped up the process of drying her own hair.

When Wen Wuxin was in a daze, her eyes half-closed, the bed beside her sank, and someone lay down next to her.

That person put an arm around her waist. Before Wen Wuxin could react, she was pulled into the other woman’s embrace, her back against a soft chest.

“Xin Xin, are you sleepy?”

Wen Wuxin was very sleepy, but she responded with a kiss.

Her fair cheeks flushed crimson. After the kiss ended, both of their breaths were ragged.

Just as Jiang Qingyue was about to play with a strand of her hair, her phone rang at the most inappropriate time.

Wen Wuxin poked her on the shoulder. “Answer the phone first.”

Jiang Qingyue reluctantly got out of bed, walked barefoot to the table, and picked up her vibrating phone.

Seeing the name on the screen, Jiang Qingyue subconsciously frowned.

But she still answered the call.

“President Jiang…” A woman’s sobbing voice came from the other end of the line, her throat raw from crying. “They were forcing me to drink at this dinner party, and they were trying to give me away as a gift. I’m hiding in the bathroom and I’m too scared to come out.”

“President Jiang, can you come here? Please.”

The woman’s voice was so humble and pitiful, anyone who heard it would feel sympathy.

Jiang Qingyue resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She could have had her secretary or another subordinate handle this, but…

Thinking of He Jing, who was still talking to her mother downstairs, Jiang Qingyue changed her mind.

“Qingyue, what’s wrong?”

Seeing that Jiang Qingyue hadn’t answered, Wen Wuxin sat up in bed and asked in a soft, sleepy voice.

Wen Wuxin knew what was happening. She just didn’t understand why Jiang Qingyue was hesitating.

In the past, Jiang Qingyue would have left without a moment’s hesitation.

Jiang Qingyue looked troubled. “Someone called and asked me to go over now, but…”

Wen Wuxin smiled. “Go ahead. I’ll wait for you to come home.”

Jiang Qingyue forcibly suppressed the strange panic in her heart and smiled back at Wen Wuxin. “I’ll be back soon. If you’re sleepy, Xin Xin, go ahead and rest.”

Bang.

Jiang Qingyue, who had changed into her clothes, left the room without a backward glance.

Wen Wuxin’s expression, however, didn’t change at all. She curled up in bed again, let out a yawn, and a tear of a physical nature slid from the corner of her eye.

Apart from the lingering blush on her cheeks, there was no sign of emotion in her eyes.

Within a few minutes, Wen Wuxin was fast asleep.

When He Jing saw Jiang Qingyue appear again, she was confused. “Qingyue, you’re…?”

Jiang Qingyue shrugged. “My precious one was bullied, so I have to go out and support her.”

He Jing was even more confused. “But Wen Wuxin, she…”

Isn’t she at your house right now?

He Jing naturally assumed that the “precious one” Jiang Qingyue was referring to was a term of endearment for Wen Wuxin.

Jiang Qingyue looked as if she had just realized something and explained flatly, “They’re not the same person, but I love them both.”