Big Miss and White Moonlight, Stop Fighting! - Chapter 41
Chapter 41: She’s Mine
And the way Jiang Qingyue and Jiang Qingyue interacted was very subtle.
It wasn’t that the crowd hadn’t smelled a hint of gunpowder in the air, but they still felt that something was off.
Jiang Qingyue nodded slightly. “Good morning, everyone. Over the years, I’ve also learned about relevant professional and management knowledge. But I also know that what’s on paper is ultimately different from practical experience. I hope you can all guide me in the future.”
After speaking, Jiang Qingyue bowed.
The crowd began to applaud again. Everyone had their first impression of the eldest miss who had suddenly come back from the dead.
She was a tough character.
Although her speech and demeanor were natural and polite, the aura of a person in a high position couldn’t be faked.
Two of the board members exchanged glances. They both understood what the other was thinking.
It seems that even though the eldest miss hasn’t returned to the Jiang family name, she is still a powerful competitor to Jiang Qingyue.
…
“Hello?” Wen Wuxin put down her paintbrush and answered the call.
“Xin Xin, do you miss me?” Jiang Qingyue asked playfully from the other end of the line.
Wen Wuxin smiled. “Guess?”
Jiang Qingyue pretended to cry. “Xin Xin, you can’t be secretly seeing other people outside.”
Wen Wuxin felt extremely wronged. “I didn’t…”
Jiang Qingyue interrupted her. “In the picture you sent me, there’s a bouquet of flowers on the far left. Xin Xin, how could you accept flowers from someone else? The flowers in the glass flower room at home will get jealous!”
Wen Wuxin laughed helplessly. “First of all, that bouquet of sunflowers was given to me by a little girl who looked to be five or six years old. Secondly, I don’t think the flowers in the glass flower room are the ones getting jealous.”
It was a strange story. Wen Wuxin was sitting across the street, painting the scene in front of her, when a little girl suddenly ran up to her and shyly gave her a bouquet of flowers.
Wen Wuxin thought she was a flower girl, but the little girl just ran up to her, looked at her face, mumbled “You’re so pretty, big sister,” and ran away.
The little girl came and went in a hurry, but as a painter, Wen Wuxin immediately remembered the little girl’s innocent face.
It felt vaguely familiar.
But the painting wasn’t finished yet, so Wen Wuxin put the bouquet of sunflowers to the side, took a picture for Jiang Qingyue, and continued to paint.
Jiang Qingyue reluctantly accepted Wen Wuxin’s explanation. She muttered, “Whatever. If you really are cheating on me, just don’t let me find out. And even if you do, you can’t do it with Jiang…”
Jiang Qingyue stopped talking. Wen Wuxin also pretended not to understand what she was implying and just joked, “Really? There’s a bar in the ancient town. I heard a lot of pretty girls go there. Should I go check it out tonight?”
Jiang Qingyue let out a whimper. “You heartless woman! You bad woman!”
Such a sincere accusation, as if she had forgotten all the lovers she had sought out before.
Wen Wuxin’s heart was completely calm, but on the surface, she comforted her. “Okay, okay, stop messing around. Qingyue, I won’t do that. I’m going back to painting. I’ll hang up now.”
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Qingyue’s face changed instantly, and none of her playful demeanor from before could be seen.
Knock, knock.
The heavy door was knocked on. Jiang Qingyue cleared her throat. “Come in.”
The secretary pushed up her slightly-sliding black-rimmed glasses and said respectfully, “President Jiang, President Zhou suddenly said she wanted to see you. She’s already downstairs.”
Jiang Qingyue hummed. “Bring her in.”
Before long, Zhou Wen walked into the president’s office, looking around.
“What are you looking at?” Jiang Qingyue flipped through the folder in her hands without looking up.
Zhou Wen gave a small laugh. “Where’s your sister who came back from the dead? I was arguing with the old farts in the company this morning, but as soon as I heard the news about you, I rushed over.”
Jiang Qingyue snorted. “You’re well-informed. What, are you going to defect to my supposed sister and stop cooperating with me?”
Zhou Wen said “Aiya.” “How would I dare, President Jiang? I just…”
“Just say what you want to say.”
Zhou Wen rolled up her sleeves and looked at her red and blue watch dial. “Now that your sister is back, President Jiang will definitely split some of the corporation’s business with her. Will it involve the parts you were managing before?”
Jiang Qingyue said nonchalantly, “Even if I give it to her, does she have the ability to manage it? My mom wouldn’t do something so muddle-headed.”
Zhou Wen lowered her hand. “Alright, I have things to do at my company. I have to go back first. I’ll come find you again tomorrow and give you a project to see if you can do it.”
This was also the Zhou family’s intention.
Jiang Qingyue hummed. “Thanks.”
Seeing the other person’s carefree attitude, Zhou Wen sighed. “I think you’ve become a fool from being in love for the past few years.”
“Wait,” Zhou Wen said, and then turned to leave. Jiang Qingyue called out to her. “…I have a question.”
Zhou Wen clicked her tongue. “Hurry up and say it. Don’t be so slow.”
Jiang Qingyue touched her nose. “You said before that my initial attraction to Xin Xin was a physical one.”
Zhou Wen said bluntly, “What, does your body not love her body anymore? Impossible.”
With a slight blush, Jiang Qingyue retorted, “Now… I like her both physically and psychologically. But what I want to ask is, since my sister and I are twins, and my attraction to Xin Xin is a physical one, will my sister also…?”
The two of them fell into a brief silence.
Zhou Wen thought for a moment before saying slowly, “Don’t even say it. Don’t even say it, because it’s very possible.”
Jiang Qingyue’s face instantly became very ugly.
Zhou Wen saw this and comforted her. “But even if it’s a physical attraction, what’s the big deal? Your sister won’t have any intimate contact with your great painter.”
If they don’t have any contact, what’s the point of a physical attraction?
Jiang Qingyue looked like she wanted to say something but held back.
Zhou Wen was very good at reading her expression. She immediately took out her phone and made a call. “Yes, the meeting is postponed until this afternoon.”
Sitting down on the leather sofa next to her, Zhou Wen crossed her legs and patted the spot next to her. “Come over and talk.”
She could already smell the scent of a juicy drama.
“…That’s what happened.”
By the time Jiang Qingyue finished talking about Wen Wuxin and Jiang Qingyue, Zhou Wen had gone from being calm and composed to being completely dumbfounded.
“Wait, you…” Zhou Wen had lost her ability to form sentences. “Huh?”
Jiang Qingyue covered her face with both hands, and her muffled voice came through her fingers. “I’m really afraid she’ll steal Xin Xin away.”
“Is there a possibility,” Zhou Wen said with a fake smile. “That Wen Wuxin doesn’t actually like you right now either?”
Jiang Qingyue rubbed her face hard. “Don’t say such sarcastic things.”
Seeing the other person’s head-in-the-sand attitude, Zhou Wen sighed. “The point right now isn’t about their grudges. President Jiang secretly had someone else raise your sister without anyone knowing. Then, after your sister’s car accident, she took her abroad for treatment and schooling. Jiang Qingyue, you should understand that Jiang Qingyue’s competitiveness is no less than yours.”
Seeing that Jiang Qingyue was still covering her face, Zhou Wen felt disappointed. “I can persuade our Zhou family to stand with you this time, but what about after the welcome back party? If everyone starts to waver, you won’t be able to hold onto your position as the heir of the Jiang family!”
Jiang Qingyue couldn’t hear her. She finally put her hands down, her eyes slightly moist. “In terms of business, I can compete fairly with Jiang Qingyue. But Zhou Wen, do you understand? In love, there’s no such thing as fairness. Love is where the winner is.”
Her full red lips trembled. Jiang Qingyue clenched her hands. “I thought I was the winner.”
Zhou Wen really wanted to hold her forehead. “You two are about to start a fight here, and you’re still thinking about romance? Why are you thinking so much? Right now, you’re the one who’s getting engaged to Wen Wuxin. No matter what kind of past she and your sister had, that’s all in the past.”
Even though her words of comfort were powerful, Zhou Wen herself was unsure.
After hearing Jiang Qingyue’s description, even though she still didn’t know much about Jiang Qingyue, she could pretty much see through Wen Wuxin’s thoughts.
To be able to endure humiliation and even sacrifice her self-respect to stay by Jiang Qingyue’s side for three years, no matter how good Jiang Qingyue was to Wen Wuxin materially, it was impossible for Wen Wuxin to have fallen in love with her.
Jiang Qingyue had jumped into the trap she had set herself.
Seeing that Jiang Qingyue still looked like she couldn’t get over it, Zhou Wen patted her on the shoulder. “Alright, cheer up. You also have to keep an eye on your sister. I have a feeling she’s going to cause trouble at the welcome back party.”
Jiang Qingyue hummed softly.
Zhou Wen didn’t try to persuade her anymore. She stood up and prepared to leave.
She sighed in her heart. It seems that Wen Wuxin really has some tricks up her sleeve. In just three years, she was able to turn Jiang Qingyue, a person with a hot exterior and cold interior who was focused on her career, into a complete romantic.
…
In the grand and opulent hall of the Jiang family’s main residence.
A few days had passed, and the day of Jiang Qingyue’s welcome back party had arrived.
The servants had already cleaned the hall spotlessly. Flowers, drinks, and everything else had been arranged perfectly. All the servants had changed into their uniforms and were standing on both sides of the hall, waiting for the guests to arrive.
Upstairs, in Jiang Qingyue’s bedroom.
Her makeup was already done: her jet-black, straight hair fell to her waist. She was wearing a slim-fitting, dark green velvet dress. A necklace inlaid with diamonds and emeralds hung around her fair, jade-like neck. Her hands were covered in a pair of very form-fitting black gloves that perfectly matched the curve of her arms.
Even a quick glance was enough to be stunning.
Lifting the hem of her dress with her right hand, Jiang Qingyue walked to the vanity table by the bed and opened a drawer.
In the drawer, there was a photo album that was neither large nor thick.
Jiang Qingyue slowly opened the album. Inside, there were only pictures of Wen Wuxin: her confident and elegant look at an art exhibition, her cold and aloof look as she rejected others at a banquet, and…
Pictures with Jiang Qingyue.
In every picture of the two of them, Wen Wuxin was smiling very happily.
Through the protective film, Jiang Qingyue gently caressed Wen Wuxin’s face. The face of the other person in the photos had already been hollowed out.
After looking at the photos meaninglessly for a long time, a knock on the door finally interrupted her thoughts.
Her consciousness returned. Jiang Qingyue looked at the woman in the photo and murmured to herself.
“She’s mine.”
Jiang Qingyue, who had quickly adjusted her state, put the photo album back. She opened the bedroom door and saw three people standing outside the door.
Jiang Asheng, Jiang Qingyue, and Wen Wuxin.
All three of them were wearing formal attire. Ignoring Jiang Asheng and Jiang Qingyue, who were also dressed grandly, Jiang Qingyue’s eyes were only on Wen Wuxin.
Perhaps it was a coincidence, but her painter was also wearing a light green slip dress with a green as the main color. The soft fabric had a faint golden sheen, making Wen Wuxin look more graceful and a little less distant.
And compared to the solemn and reserved Jiang Qingyue, Jiang Qingyue, who had the same face, was still in a red dress. Her permed hair made her look even more charming.
Wen Wuxin was originally standing behind Jiang Qingyue, but who knew that Jiang Qingyue would walk straight toward her.
Grabbing Wen Wuxin’s hand, Jiang Qingyue rhythmically scratched her palm—
This was an unspoken understanding between the two of them from a long time ago.
Whenever Wen Wuxin was nervous, Jiang Qingyue would scratch her palm and then smile and say, “Don’t be nervous. You can do it.”
And now, Jiang Qingyue was also smiling at Wen Wuxin, her eyes filled with a tenderness that Wen Wuxin couldn’t be more familiar with.
“Xin Xin, you’re so beautiful.”