Big Miss and White Moonlight, Stop Fighting! - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: They’re All Gifts From Me to You

The flickering candlelight softened Jiang Qingyue’s face, which was usually so beautiful it was almost aggressive.

Wen Wuxin covered her mouth and giggled. “Qingyue, you’re so romantic.”

Jiang Qingyue rested her cheek on one hand and stared at Wen Wuxin. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” Wen Wuxin’s answer was quick and full of joy.

“What do you love?” Jiang Qingyue pressed.

Wen Wuxin bit her lip, her voice a little shy. “I love… this candlelight dinner.”

Jiang Qingyue let out a soft laugh and stood up. “Xin Xin, wait for me for a moment.”

Five minutes later.

Clack, clack, clack.

The sharp sound of high heels on the floor echoed. Wen Wuxin turned to see Jiang Qingyue pushing open the glass door. “Do you like it?”

She asked the same question again.

In the five minutes she was gone, Jiang Qingyue had changed into the red dress she had chosen at home before they came to the island.

It was an off-the-shoulder gown that hugged Jiang Qingyue’s voluptuous curves. The train of the dress was long and trailed on the floor, and a slit on the left thigh revealed a flash of her long, fair leg.

Jiang Qingyue leaned against the door frame, her body in a languid pose, and tilted her head toward Wen Wuxin.

Wen Wuxin’s eyes were full of admiration, and she nodded emphatically.

“Very, very beautiful.”

“Then can I be your muse?” Jiang Qingyue gave her a seductive wink.

She didn’t really need to ask the question because she knew she was already the muse for the other woman’s art.

In Jiang Qingyue’s blind spot, Wen Wuxin clenched her left hand into a fist, but she quickly relaxed and smiled. “Qingyue, you have always been my muse.”

Only then did Jiang Qingyue sit down.

The steak was top-quality Wagyu beef flown in from abroad. The meat was firm, tender, and juicy. Even a five-star chef would have nothing to complain about.

But Wen Wuxin ate without tasting the food.

Jiang Qingyue didn’t notice. She took a sip of the juice in her glass. “Mmm, this is pretty good.”

Wen Wuxin asked, “Why aren’t we drinking wine tonight?”

Because I’m afraid that if I get drunk, I won’t be sober enough to say what I want to say.

But Jiang Qingyue, of course, couldn’t tell her the truth. She just teased, “Drinking every day isn’t good for your health.”

Wen Wuxin didn’t argue with her nonsense. Although the meal was quiet, the two of them finished it in a very harmonious atmosphere.

The staff removed the dining table and quickly set up a two-person hanging wicker chair.

Soft white cushions and pillows were placed on the swing. Jiang Qingyue sat down and beckoned for Wen Wuxin to join her.

The sun on the island was as hot during the day as the moonlight at night was gentle.

The cool, soft moonlight shone on the two women. The swing swayed back and forth in small motions, and Jiang Qingyue rested her hand on the other woman’s waist. “Did you have fun today?”

Wen Wuxin leaned against Jiang Qingyue’s shoulder. “Yes.”

Jiang Qingyue suddenly felt a little emotional. “If you count the time, we’ve known each other for three years now.”

Wen Wuxin didn’t say anything. She wasn’t sure what the other woman’s words meant.

Jiang Qingyue was always surrounded by lovers who came and went like a stream, with no one staying longer than three months.

Wen Wuxin was the only exception.

Could it be that today, the one and only exception was about to be broken?

At times like this, Wen Wuxin became calmer. She carefully considered her behavior around Jiang Qingyue recently and couldn’t find anything wrong.

The other woman was probably not going to break up with her, so Wen Wuxin rubbed against Jiang Qingyue’s neck and shoulder and whispered shyly, “I want to be with you for many more three-year periods.”

Jiang Qingyue was clearly pleased. She didn’t even realize how gentle her voice was. “Three years isn’t enough. I hope you’ll be with me for—”

Bang!

Brilliant fireworks exploded in the sky above the lonely island. The magnificent colors were reflected in both of their eyes.

Jiang Qingyue didn’t say anything else. Her full red lips formed three words without making a sound.

[For a lifetime]

Wen Wuxin stood up, her back to Jiang Qingyue, and watched the brilliant fireworks display that was prepared just for her. No one knew what she was thinking.

The more beautiful something is, the more fleeting it is. After the fireworks show ended, Wen Wuxin was still standing at the railing in a daze.

Jiang Qingyue tickled her palm. “Is my baby mesmerized?”

Wen Wuxin noticed that Jiang Qingyue had been calling her by more and more different nicknames lately.

Wen Wuxin turned her hand to hold the other woman’s hand. Jiang Qingyue’s palm was a little damp. No matter how calm the woman seemed, her body was still honestly nervous.

“Qingyue, I’m really, really happy.”

Wen Wuxin gazed at the other woman. “This fireworks show is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. Thank you for preparing this for me.”

Jiang Qingyue gestured with her chin toward the outside of the villa. “Then, do you like this?”

Wen Wuxin looked in the direction Jiang Qingyue was pointing, but she could only see darkness.

Recalling the layout of the villa, the backyard should be down there.

They hadn’t had a chance to explore the backyard yet, so Wen Wuxin was honest. “I haven’t been to the backyard yet. Should we go tomorrow? But I’m sure I’ll love it, too.”

Jiang Qingyue was completely amused. She felt a burning sensation in her teeth, and as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she acted on it—

She hugged Wen Wuxin from behind and bit her on the fair, elegant shoulder.

“Xin Xin is always so cute,” Jiang Qingyue said, and then she kissed the teeth marks she left as if to comfort her. “I wasn’t talking about the backyard. I meant this island. Do you like it?”

“The fireworks and the island are all gifts from me to you.”

Spending lavishly for a loved one. Jiang Qingyue felt that saying something like this made her incredibly charming. She had no doubt that Wen Wuxin would be swept off her feet by her red dress the next second.

“Is Qingyue a puppy? Biting people really hurts,” Wen Wuxin said, ignoring the question.

Jiang Qingyue, who was easily pleased, said, “Does Xin Xin like the gifts given by a puppy?”

Wen Wuxin smiled helplessly. “I do, I really do. But Qingyue, this is too much. I can’t—”

Jiang Qingyue reached around from behind and covered Wen Wuxin’s mouth and nose with her hand. She could feel the other woman’s shallow breaths.

“I have money, and I love spending it on you.”

Wen Wuxin’s whole body shook with laughter. “What kind of rich CEO line is that?”

The shaking of the woman in her arms was contagious, and Jiang Qingyue released her and held out her hand.

“My beautiful lady, may I have this dance with you?”

Wen Wuxin was a little embarrassed. “But there’s no music…”

As soon as the words left her mouth, music began to play from a speaker that appeared out of nowhere.

It was the classic waltz “Waltz No. 2.”

…The staff was so sneaky, yet so perfectly timed.

Wen Wuxin smiled and placed her hand in the other woman’s palm.

Their dance steps were in perfect sync. The striking red and the subtle white of their long dresses bloomed into the shape of flowers as they danced. From a distance, they looked like two blooming flowers, a red rose and a white camellia.

When the dance was over, both of their bodies felt a little warm.

Jiang Qingyue was starting to forget what she was going to say next when Wen Wuxin blinked. Even though it was just the two of them, she spoke in a whisper.

“Shall we go to the bedroom?”

Jiang Qingyue’s breathing hitched, and her mind went blank.

Their eyes met, and then one of Jiang Qingyue’s hands intertwined with Wen Wuxin’s while the other lifted her dress, and they rushed toward the bedroom.

Bang.

The door was slammed shut. Wen Wuxin wrapped her arms around Jiang Qingyue’s neck and lightly kissed her on the cheek.

Jiang Qingyue let out a low laugh. She caressed the other woman’s slender arms. “How is it that your body is so hot, but this kiss is so cold?”

Wen Wuxin’s demeanor was always cold. Besides the occasional passion that could be found in her paintings, people had no way of knowing her true, proactive side. They could only catch glimpses of it from rumors.

But Jiang Qingyue knew very well how the seemingly cold and quiet painter could be so…

…possessive, in a pathological way, when she was in her arms, pleading and whining.

Wen Wuxin’s breathing was unsteady. “Jiang Qingyue!”

It was a full-name complaint, and it was also an unconscious whine.

Jiang Qingyue’s hand went straight for the zipper on the back of the other woman’s dress. “Alright, alright, I won’t tease my baby anymore.”

Wen Wuxin pinched the back of Jiang Qingyue’s neck. “Why are your nicknames for me so… um… so strange lately?”

Jiang Qingyue’s hands roamed her body, and Wen Wuxin bit her lip, not wanting to reveal anything.

Wen Wuxin’s silent consent encouraged Jiang Qingyue to take it a step further. “Don’t you like these nicknames? Then what should I call you?”

Leaning in close to the other woman’s ear, Jiang Qingyue whispered seductively, “…Wifey.”

…

Wen Wuxin was slightly curled up, her back to Jiang Qingyue, and fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Qingyue looked completely satisfied, yet she also despised her own behavior from a moment ago.

Beauty is a distraction, and it’s an even bigger one.

The crucial thing was that she didn’t even feel regret, and she was repeatedly distracted by it.

She had planned to give Wen Wuxin the engagement ring tonight, but with just a few words from the other woman, Jiang Qingyue had thrown all her plans out the window.

Jiang Qingyue was also a little tired, but she didn’t close her eyes. She leaned against the headboard, looking down at the sleeping Wen Wuxin. She reached out and took a strand of the other woman’s hair, wrapped it around her finger several times, then suddenly released it, and the hair instantly sprang back to its original state.

Wen Wuxin’s hair was soft and fine, but it was surprisingly not prone to tangling and was very smooth. Jiang Qingyue became addicted to playing with it.

“Tsk.”

After playing with her hair for nearly half an hour, Jiang Qingyue suddenly realized that she had been distracted by beauty, or rather, beautiful hair, again.

She tiptoed out of bed and went to the other side of the bed, directly in front of Wen Wuxin—

Wen Wuxin had been facing away from her. Jiang Qingyue didn’t dare turn her over for fear of waking her, so she took the initiative to go to the sleeping beauty herself.

She reached out and traced the other woman’s eyebrows and eyes in the air. Jiang Qingyue muttered to herself.

“Wen Wuxin, did you put a spell on me?”