Big Miss and White Moonlight, Stop Fighting! - Chapter 9
Chapter 9: Her Lips Look So Soft
Jiang Qiange put down her teacup, and it was clear she was starting to think seriously.
“This is actually a good plan,” Jiang Qiange said, laughing to herself.
“But the problem is, you don’t like women. You can fool outsiders with this, but you can’t fool a lover who spends every day with you—”
“If you’re determined to find a woman to be your lover, that is,” Jiang Qiange added cautiously.
Jiang Qingyue was unconcerned. “Lovers don’t spend 24/7 together, and besides, I can just keep changing them. It’s true that I don’t like women, but the thing is, I don’t like men either, and I’d even go as far as to say I hate them.”
Jiang Qiange was still a little worried. “Have you ever been in a relationship in the years you were abroad?”
Jiang Qingyue snorted. “What’s the point of that? Will it help me get rid of my rivals and live a peaceful life?”
Jiang Qiange sighed. “What if you’re not convincing? You have no experience at all.”
Jiang Qingyue stretched. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll learn. So it’s settled. I’ll have someone investigate that woman from today. If there’s no problem, I’ll use her to practice.”
On the other side.
Back in her rented apartment, Wen Wuxin immediately put the gift box on the coffee table and went into the studio, which used to be a study.
An easel held a painting of a woman in her twenties, and this woman’s face was identical to Jiang Qingyue.
Wen Wuxin didn’t sit in a chair. She slowly knelt down beside the painting.
“Qingyue, I met her.”
Wen Wuxin’s original plan was to meet Jiang Qingyue at a dinner party a month later, but she hadn’t expected to run into her at the store today while picking up a birthday gift for her teacher.
This was a much better opportunity than an encounter at a dinner party, and Wen Wuxin couldn’t miss it.
Fortunately, she had seized it.
Maybe because her obsession was too deep, fate couldn’t stand it anymore and decided to give her a hand.
Buzz, buzz.
Wen Wuxin’s phone vibrated. She unlocked the screen and saw a new message on WeChat.
[Are you free tomorrow? Want to grab a meal together?]
Wen Wuxin immediately replied with a “Yes.”
Although she didn’t know why Jiang Qingyue was so interested in her, it was a good thing for Wen Wuxin.
As long as she could find the truth, she didn’t care if the road ahead was an abyss.
On the other side, Jiang Qingyue was lying in bed, looking at the other woman’s quick reply, and her resolve was even more firm.
She clicked on another WeChat profile picture and sent a message.
[What are you doing?]
After a while, the person replied, [I just got my girlfriend to sleep. She was complaining about her horrible boss for several hours.]
[Find a place. I need to call you.]
[? A late-night call is a no-go. My girlfriend is very possessive, and I don’t want to do anything that would make her misunderstand.]
Jiang Qingyue resisted the urge to curse and typed a line of text furiously.
[I met a very interesting girl today. I think I might like her a little. You’re experienced, so teach me how to pursue a girl.]
They talked on the phone for a long time.
The call ended with the woman on the other end saying, “Jiang Qingyue, you’re about to experience our lesbian hate. Good luck.”
Taking a sip of the water on her nightstand, Jiang Qingyue yawned. “There’s no such thing as love or hate. I’m not that free…”
She just wanted to eliminate the hidden dangers, get her revenge, and then be able to sleep peacefully every night.
The next day.
Jiang Qingyue was chatting with Wen Wuxin on WeChat during breakfast. They agreed on a place for lunch.
Wen Wuxin’s jacket today was a beige trench coat with a soft silhouette, which softened her cold demeanor.
And Jiang Qingyue was as bright and charming as Wen Wuxin had seen her yesterday.
“I’m sorry, Miss Jiang.”
Jiang Qingyue let out a soft laugh. “That’s not a good opening line.”
Wen Wuxin said softly, “The painting isn’t finished yet. I can’t give it to you today.”
If she had to rush, Wen Wuxin could have finished the painting in one night, but if she gave the painting away, she wouldn’t have a good excuse to ask the other woman out again.
The restaurant they went to was a high-end Western restaurant. Jiang Qingyue opened the menu. “No rush. What would you like to eat?”
Wen Wuxin, on the other side of the table, didn’t even open her menu. She looked at the waiter next to her. “Caesar salad, filet mignon medium-rare, and cream of pumpkin soup.”
“For wine, anything is fine. It’s up to you, Miss Jiang.”
Jiang Qingyue was taken aback, then said playfully, “I didn’t realize you had such a decisive side, Miss Wen. Do you come to this restaurant often?”
Wen Wuxin shook her head. “I order these at any Western restaurant.”
The coldness in the beauty’s eyes disappeared for a moment, and her gaze became gentle and distant.
“Miss Jiang doesn’t know, but I’m a nostalgic person.”
Jiang Qingyue had also finished ordering. The waiter took the menus away, and she tilted her head slightly. “Shouldn’t artists love freedom and innovation?”
Wen Wuxin stared into Jiang Qingyue’s affectionate peach blossom eyes. “I’m just a student learning how to paint.”
Jiang Qingyue smiled. “Miss Wen is too humble. Your first sold painting was worth a million. You are a widely recognized young painter with the highest commercial value in the industry.”
Seeing that Wen Wuxin was silent, Jiang Qingyue continued, “I’m sorry, Miss Wen. You’re so interesting that I couldn’t help but look you up.”
So, of course, she also knew that she was now an orphan.
Wen Wuxin’s expression didn’t change. “If there’s anything you want to know, Miss Jiang, just ask me directly. I’ll tell you everything I know.”
Wen Wuxin was an orphan whose parents had died in an accident a few years ago. She had no one to rely on, which made her the easiest person for Jiang Qingyue to manipulate.
“I do have one more question for you.” Jiang Qingyue looked at the other woman.
Wen Wuxin smiled faintly. “Please ask.”
“Do you like women or men?”
The tone was very calm, but the content was explosive.
Wen Wuxin resisted the urge to let her lips twitch. She didn’t know how to answer the question.
She had never liked any woman or man. If she had to name someone who was a very important person to her among her peers, that person was a woman.
But Wen Wuxin didn’t know Jiang Qingyue’s intentions. She was worried that she wouldn’t give the answer the other woman wanted, so she could only adapt to the situation. “Why are you asking, Miss Jiang?”
Jiang Qingyue smiled. “I like women.”
Even though she had only made that decision yesterday.
Wen Wuxin’s mind filled with doubt. According to her previous investigation, there was no evidence that Jiang Qingyue liked women.
No, wait. Wen Wuxin suddenly remembered that while Jiang Qingyue never said she liked women, she also never dated men, or rather, she never dated anyone at all.
This made the meaning of her words ambiguous and interesting.
Countless thoughts flashed through Wen Wuxin’s mind, but in just a second, she replied softly.
“What a coincidence, so do I.”
Two excellent actors, both feigning sincerity, had just clicked.
The waiter brought the food over at that moment, and the topic of sexual orientation came to an abrupt halt.
The Western meal was quite pleasant. Jiang Qingyue picked up her napkin to wipe her mouth, then leisurely reapplied her lipstick.
“Miss Wen, would you like to go for afternoon tea? I have something I’d like to discuss with you.”
Wen Wuxin, of course, wouldn’t refuse.
The two sat in the back of a black Bentley, and Jiang Qingyue’s thoughts began to drift, recalling what her friend had told her last night.
Do women’s bodies really have that much charm?
Jiang Qingyue, who had lived a life of not liking either women or men, had never thought about something like this before.
She crossed her legs, her pointed toes facing Wen Wuxin, who was sitting next to her. Wen Wuxin seemed a little tired and was resting with her eyes closed.
While the other woman’s eyes were closed, Jiang Qingyue blatantly scanned her from head to toe.
Not bad. Her skin was fair and delicate. The hands of a painter were also beautiful. Her legs were straight and slender. Wen Wuxin’s features were actually very soft, especially when her eyes were closed. She looked just like a sleeping doll.
But when she opened her eyes, the overly cold gaze made her seem unapproachable.
Jiang Qingyue’s eyes finally settled on the other woman’s slightly parted lips.
Wen Wuxin’s lips had a soft curve and a very light color. The faint apricot-colored lip gloss she was wearing made her look even more quiet and fragile.
I wonder if those lips are soft? They look pretty soft. What do I do? I kind of want to kiss them.
Realizing what she was fantasizing about, Jiang Qingyue’s body stiffened. She uncrossed her legs and sat up straight, turning to look out the window, her pupils constricted.
A flash of panic crossed the bright and beautiful face of the woman. She said to herself, Oh my god, what if I actually do like women?