Big Miss and White Moonlight, Stop Fighting! - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: There’s really no Information About Her

Wen Wuxin wasn’t curious about the secret. She had more important things to do.

On the second day of moving into the Jiang family’s main residence, the news headline “Mistress becomes a legitimate partner” appeared on major news platforms. Although the Jiang Group immediately issued a clarification, the parties involved didn’t care. They only cared about two things:

Being lovey-dovey with Jiang Qingyue, and painting…

Or so it seemed.

Perhaps because of the car accident, Jiang Qingyue no longer had the same heavy sense of guardedness towards Wen Wuxin. She could even be described as indulgent. Not only did she agree to all of her requests, but she also introduced her to influential people in her career, paving the way for her artistic journey.

But it wasn’t enough. Wen Wuxin didn’t want these things. She was waiting for the right moment, and now, the time had come.

Half a year after she moved into the Jiang family’s main residence, she finally found a legitimate reason to enter Jiang Qingyue’s study.

Knock, knock.

Jiang Qingyue, who was working overtime in her study, looked up and pressed a switch on her desk. The door automatically opened. “Just put it on the desk and… Xin Xin?”

Wen Wuxin was holding a cup of hot tea. Her hair was a little messy, her lips were chapped, and she looked like she wasn’t in good condition.

“Qingyue,” she said, only to find that her voice was terribly hoarse. “I finally finished.”

Lately, Wen Wuxin had been preparing for her art exhibition, and she hadn’t even been as clingy to Jiang Qingyue.

But Jiang Qingyue was very supportive. After all, this was Wen Wuxin’s career, and she certainly hoped that her painter would shine in the field of art.

However, Wen Wuxin’s current appearance made Jiang Qingyue feel a pang of heartache and regret. She quickly stood up. “I told you not to work so hard. Even if you’re preparing for an exhibition, you don’t need to put so much work on yourself. Look at you now, I wouldn’t be surprised if you fainted any second.”

Wen Wuxin smiled weakly and handed the hot tea to Jiang Qingyue.

But Jiang Qingyue didn’t take it. She backed away. “You should drink it to soothe your throat. I’m almost done. Later, we can take a bath together before bed to relax.”

Her painter was extremely precious, and if she didn’t relax and rest properly, Jiang Qingyue was genuinely afraid that Wen Wuxin would close her eyes in the next second.

Wen Wuxin bit her lip. “Actually, I…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I wanted to finish my work tonight and take a picture to send to Professor Zheng Lu, but before I send it, I need to do some editing on the computer. I just found out that my laptop is broken… Can I borrow your computer?”

Wen Wuxin’s words were somewhat foolishly naive. The information on the computer in Jiang Qingyue’s study was top-secret business information, and she should never let anyone else touch it.

But, Wen Wuxin wasn’t “anyone else.”

Rather than finding a more clever and foolproof excuse, “foolish naivety” was often more effective in winning over Jiang Qingyue.

So Jiang Qingyue agreed without hesitation. “Sure, go ahead and use it.”

Wen Wuxin nodded. “Thank you, Qingyue. When you’re done with your work, I’ll…”

“You go first.” Jiang Qingyue pushed Wen Wuxin into the office chair and began to massage her shoulders. “I’m not in a hurry. You should hurry up and finish so you can rest.”

The pressure on her shoulders was just right, relieving muscle soreness without causing too much pain.

Wen Wuxin, who was being served so attentively, didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed. Their physical contact had been so frequent lately that her sensitivity threshold had increased significantly.

Wen Wuxin hummed in response and began to process the photos. Jiang Qingyue pointed to one of the oil paintings of a Border Collie next to a meteor. “This little dog is so cute. I’m pre-ordering it. I’ll buy it no matter the price.”

Wen Wuxin paused. “There’s actually something cuter.”

Jiang Qingyue finished massaging her shoulders and leaned against the desk, saying lazily and casually, “What is it? I’ll buy that too.”

Whether it was buying things for Wen Wuxin or buying Wen Wuxin’s paintings, Jiang Qingyue felt a strange sense of satisfaction, as if earning all this money was finally worth it.

“Pfft.”

Wen Wuxin couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “It’s not in these photos. I didn’t take a picture of it, and that painting isn’t for sale.”

Jiang Qingyue was intrigued. “What is it? Is it in your art studio right now?”

Wen Wuxin nodded but didn’t tell her what it was.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll go look for myself. I want to see what you think is the cutest thing. It can’t possibly be a plate of fried mushrooms, right?”

Jiang Qingyue left while muttering to herself. The large study was now left with only Wen Wuxin.

The smile on her lips faded, and Wen Wuxin quickly began to check the contents of the computer.

Jiang Qingyue really had no defenses against her. She hadn’t even closed the contract page she was just reviewing.

Wen Wuxin wasn’t sure if she truly had no defenses against her or if she was testing her.

However, she wasn’t interested in these business secrets.

Wen Wuxin kept clicking the mouse. The study was a certain distance from her art studio. On top of that, Wen Wuxin was sure that Jiang Qingyue would stay in the art studio for a considerable amount of time. She was confident that she could find what she was looking for.

Time ticked by. The light from the computer screen made her face look even paler. Wen Wuxin’s lips were tightly pursed, and her eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

There was nothing. There was absolutely no information about Jiang Qingyue, or Jiang Qingyue.

Even though Jiang Qingyue had shown an attitude of believing that her sister was dead in front of Wen Wuxin, Wen Wuxin had never completely let go of her worries.

She didn’t dare to gamble. What if Jiang Qingyue was just pretending not to know about Jiang Qingyue’s whereabouts?

Keeping track of time in her mind, Wen Wuxin cleaned up her tracks and closed the pages.

When Jiang Qingyue scanned her fingerprint to enter the room, she saw Wen Wuxin sending an email to Zheng Lu.

“Xin Xin~” Jiang Qingyue’s cheeks were flushed. Without waiting for Wen Wuxin to finish what she was doing, she ran over and bent down to hug her. “How could you compare me to a puppy?”

Although her words were of reproach, her tone wasn’t at all. In fact, it was filled with a bit of showing off and pride.

She had just gone to Wen Wuxin’s art studio, and the first thing she saw was a charcoal drawing of her taking a nap in the car. Jiang Qingyue immediately realized that she was the subject of the painting that Wen Wuxin said was cuter than a puppy.

However, before Jiang Qingyue could appreciate the painting, she saw the colored pencil drawings, watercolors, and oil paintings next to it. The subject of every single one was her.

There were paintings of her sleeping in bed and paintings of her sleeping on the lawn. Every single one was vibrant and breathtakingly beautiful.

Wen Wuxin rubbed against Jiang Qingyue. “Can’t I say that, Qingyue? If not—”

“You can. If it’s you, you can do anything. I love all these paintings. But…” Jiang Qingyue started to laugh as she spoke. “In all these paintings you’ve made, why am I always sleeping with my eyes closed? Do you really think of me as someone who’s very sleepy? I’m so misunderstood.”

Jiang Qingyue believed that for 24 hours a day, except when she was with Wen Wuxin and could be a little lazy, she was always trying to squeeze two minutes out of one. Not to mention sleeping in or napping.

“You really do love to sleep, Qingyue,” Wen Wuxin closed the page and said something shocking in a flat tone. “You love to sleep with me.”

Jiang Qingyue didn’t blush. She even pinched the soft flesh on Wen Wuxin’s waist. “Don’t you love to sleep with me too, Xin Xin?”

Wen Wuxin pushed the other woman away. Her ears were red. “I’m done. You can get back to work.”

Jiang Qingyue stopped her. “Don’t go. I’ll be done in a minute. We can go take a bath together, and then we’ll ‘sleep’ together.”

Jiang Qingyue deliberately put emphasis on the word “sleep” and didn’t forget to add, “It’s just sleeping, don’t overthink it.”

Wen Wuxin was stunned, then she moved closer to Jiang Qingyue. Her right hand was about to wrap around Jiang Qingyue’s waist, and Jiang Qingyue also moved forward. “We can do it now if you want.”

If it had been five years ago, Jiang Qingyue would never have imagined she could be so blinded by lust.

But Wen Wuxin had a magic that could make anyone lose their mind.

But Wen Wuxin just took out a lip balm from the other woman’s pocket without changing her expression. “Qingyue, you should get back to work. I’ll wait for you here. My lips are a little dry. I’ll use your lip balm. I hope you don’t mind, Miss Jiang?”

Although it was a request, Wen Wuxin had already acted first.

She opened the cap, gripped the base with her thumb and index finger, and the white balm came up as she twisted it. After adjusting the balm to a suitable height, she started to apply it to her lower lip.

A faint rose scent filled her nose. Wen Wuxin pursed her lips and smiled. “This scent suits you very well, Qingyue.”

Jiang Qingyue was already sitting in her office chair with her left hand on the keyboard and her right hand on the mouse. She looked like she was about to get back to work.

But her eyes were fixed on Wen Wuxin’s every move.

After Wen Wuxin spoke, she didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she stared at the other woman’s dewy pink lips.

“…You’re seducing me.”

Those four short words made Wen Wuxin laugh softly. “I’m so wronged. Qingyue, I just used your lip balm. How is that seducing you?”

Jiang Qingyue pouted, completely unaware that she was being unreasonably whiny. “If you weren’t seducing me, why would you use my lip balm? Xin Xin, you’re so bad.”

Wen Wuxin felt helpless inwardly, but the gold standard was that the benefactor’s needs were the most important.

Since she thought so, it wouldn’t hurt to admit it. She wouldn’t lose anything.

The person who was suddenly branded as a “bad woman” just smiled. “Fine, then let’s just say I’m seducing you, Qingyue.”

Jiang Qingyue pulled the standing Wen Wuxin into her arms. She buried her upper body in Wen Wuxin’s embrace and rubbed against her. Jiang Qingyue said vaguely, “Xin Xin, do you not like the scent of this lip balm?”

Wen Wuxin was about to deny it, but Jiang Qingyue went on without her. “I’ll get a camellia-scented lip balm later. You’ll like that more, right?”

Looking down at the woman who was hugging her waist, Wen Wuxin answered an unrelated question. She said softly, “Qingyue, hurry up and finish your work. That way, we can have a ‘simple’ good night’s sleep.”