Flirting Recklessly With the White Moonlight Will Get You Marked - Chapter 13

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Song Qingre was very close to her. Yan Qingqiu’s leg slipped off a few times, so she lifted it up and scooted closer to the edge of the bed. Song Qingre recalled.

“Speaking of which, during the first two days after you got back, you kept taking off your clothes while sleeping… Is something wrong?”

Yan Qingqiu stopped resisting. She was also curious about what had happened those two days.

Song Qingre said, “I have a way to make you feel as comfortable as those days again.”

Afraid she wouldn’t feel warm enough at night, Yan Qingqiu had deliberately dressed very lightly to rest—wearing a small tank top and shorts, twisting and turning, all her skin exposed.

Song Qingre’s youthful fingers tapped on the pillow and said, “It’s not like I haven’t helped before. You kept taking off your clothes and crawling onto me in the middle of the night. Don’t you really not remember?” She leaned down, squinting at Yan Qingqiu’s expression.

Yan Qingqiu avoided her gaze: “…No.”

“Don’t you want to clearly feel it this time?”

Yan Qingqiu pressed her forehead against the pillow, groaned softly, and the fire burning in her throat went out as she exhaled.

Adult struggles are often just for show.

She lay there motionless; others could immediately understand.

Song Qingre got up and sat down on the other side. Her fingers first rested lightly on Yan Qingqiu’s shoulder. Feeling the heat from her body, she gently brushed her fingertips over it and said, “Don’t tense up for so long, press your head down.”

The person lying on the bed groaned softly as her head slowly lowered. The golden hair that had fallen over her shoulder was brushed aside. Cool fingers landed on the back of her neck, kneading the soft spot there.

“Have you been to the hospital?” Song Qingre asked.

Yan Qingqiu wanted to say yes, but afraid of getting caught faking, she pretended not to hear, her forehead still pressed to the pillow.

Another half hour passed. Song Qingre’s voice was gentle as she asked, “Are you really in heat?”

Sweat formed in the stifling heat, and she was about to fall asleep.

Yan Qingqiu mumbled, “Otherwise?”

“I’m different from you,” Song Qingre said.

Yan Qingqiu was startled inside but luckily buried her head deep into the pillow to hide it. She calmly asked, “What does being ‘in heat’ feel like for you?”

Suddenly, it felt like she was touched.

Like a feather gliding, tracing the outline.

So comfortable.

And yet, also like nothing, becoming empty and strange.

Song Qingre crossed the boundary, but… but she liked it.

She touched me, she touched me…

The slow passing of time and the comfortable feedback from her body made her close her eyes and fall asleep. During that time, her neck felt cool. She reached back to touch and felt something stuck to her neck. She quickly tried to grab it—doctors had said she wasn’t a real alpha, so she couldn’t use some medications carelessly.

“What are you panicking about? That’s a cooling patch.”

Song Qingre’s voice sounded behind her.

She was shocked and turned her head to look in her direction. Song Qingre was standing by the window, scattered white moonlight falling on her shoulder. She pinched a syringe against her slender neck; her eyes red, like an abandoned beast without reason.

Their heat cycles were indeed different.

Her thumb pressed against the tail of the syringe; the needle pierced a spot on the neck. She injected the liquid into the gland. As her brows furrowed tightly, the syringe emptied.

She didn’t look at Yan Qingqiu.

Yan Qingqiu’s eyes landed on her profile. She was gentle but cold, silently standing by the window. After a moment, she wiped away the oozing bl00d with a tissue.

Yan Qingqiu’s heart rippled slightly.

“Go to sleep early.” Song Qingre’s hand holding the syringe drooped. She walked from the window area outward, her shadow elongated by the light reaching the door.

The door opened and closed; after she left, Yan Qingqiu continued staring in that direction.

Feeling heavy and strange.

At this moment, she was thinking, if she did something with Song Qingre—what would it mean to her, and to Song Qingre?

But… she really wanted to do it.

It was killing her.

…

The weather remained as hot and stifling as ever. The gardener had already sprayed the courtyard early in the morning until it was wet, improving the comfort level of the villa. A few birds looking to cool themselves had landed on the fence wall, chirping all morning.

Yan Qingqiu was full of energy and vitality.

It was the last day of the art exhibition. Yan Qingqiu thought to visit again to calculate how much money Song Qingre had made from sales, so she could then ask her to pay her back.

Yan Qingqiu asked the system: [How much longer until the next plot point?]

System: [This plot point hasn’t been triggered yet. Host, don’t worry, just get through safely. Oh, by the way, here’s some good news, your plot exploration progress is already at 42%, and you only need 8% more to get a reward.]

Yan Qingqiu was not anxious about exploring the plot. She currently had no desire to explore further; what if she discovered that someone was a pervert or learned about a plot involving gland removal?

Haha, no need.

Getting the remaining 8% naturally would be good enough.

Yan Qingqiu grabbed a few packaged cosmetics. The butler was just finishing a phone call and turned to her, saying, “The master just called.”

Yan Qingqiu stopped in her tracks, feeling uneasy—

“Why did he call?”

“To ask if you were broke. Why did you go to the art exhibition to quarrel and still not win the argument? How embarrassing,” the butler said frankly.

Yan Qingqiu was annoyed. What was so hard about telling her directly? Why did he have to let the butler deliver the message? Worse, this had been spread around; it was definitely Luo Xi’s doing.

The butler added, “The master said to give you two million to spend first. Is that enough?”

Yan Qingqiu’s eyes slightly brightened. Having money immediately made her angry mood disappear. She huffed, “Dad still loves me. Two million can be used for now.”

When the butler handed over the card, he saw Yan Qingqiu biting her lip, looking so happy that she might fly away. The butler said, “You should thank the master yourself. He must care about you. Try to upset him less from now on, okay?”

“Got it.” Yan Qingqiu took the card and was about to kiss it, but then remembered that last time she kissed it, it didn’t warm before she handed it over.

Hmm~ Not lucky.

The butler handed her a piece of paper and said, “An update is done.”

Yan Qingqiu pinched the paper and rushed out the door, saying she’d reward him. She was full of smiles, lively and cheerful, truly uplifting.

After the car left, the butler snapped back to reality and called to schedule a home visit from the family doctor. Miss Song had specifically said she was doing a physical examination in the morning.

Upon arrival, Su Xingjie, whom Yan Qingqiu had arranged to meet, also showed up.

Su Xingjie looked her up and down suspiciously and said, “Did you come today to buy paintings for Song Qingre again?”

“No.”

Su Xingjie breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Qingqiu said happily, “I came to buy paintings myself.”

Su Xingjie’s mood was complicated, she didn’t quite guess it but sort of did. She said, “Alright then, I prepared money. When you go inside, just buy whatever you want. Song Qingre’s paintings are quite valuable; buying one or two is okay.”

She pulled out a card from her bag, “There’s a million here for you to use first.”

“!”

Is this a group favorite?

Yan Qingqiu felt a bit embarrassed. She looked around and whispered, “My dad gave me two million; I can use it freely. We can buy whatever we want when we go inside.”

But what are you after?

Su Xingjie looked at her with even more suspicion.

Yan Qingqiu said, “No need to give me money. No gains, no rewards.”

Su Xingjie whispered, “You weren’t like this before,” back when they used to spend money on each other. Yan Qingqiu had no idea how much she had taken from her.

The two stood at the door discussing money being unsafe, talking as they walked.

Su Xingjie said, “How about this—you keep the money, and I’ll do a new seasonal shoot. You come help me shoot.”

Yan Qingqiu was tempted; “But I have no photography experience.”

“You’ll be the model. I’ll give you fifty thousand as a deposit first.”

Yan Qingqiu couldn’t hide her shock, models make that much money?

Su Xingjie pinched her hair, twirling a strand between her fingers. “Yes. The day after tomorrow, come to my company and shoot a set of promotional photos. Take this money now. After you buy the paintings—you’ll be broke, right?”

Having a wealthy best friend spoiling her felt like a dream. Yan Qingqiu was tempted but still firmly shook her head, refusing the money. “Take the photos first before paying me. For now, forget it. My dad gave me money, but if you want me to help you with the shoot—I can go. Work is important; you don’t need to change anything for me.”

Su Xingjie was confused; she didn’t understand what Yan Qingqiu meant.

She didn’t realize that fifty thousand was a big sum to someone like Yan Qingqiu, whose previous monthly salary was just three thousand. She wouldn’t dare to spend it in advance. Yan Qingqiu had once borrowed five hundred from someone due to difficulties and had to repay it from next month’s salary, barely having a normal life for one or two months afterward. If something bad happened then, she wouldn’t even have enough to eat.

Su Xingjie thought for a moment and asked, “Is Song Qingre still living at your house?”

Yan Qingqiu nodded. “My dad forced her to stay. It’s so annoying.”

Su Xingjie was surprised. Knowing Yan Qingqiu’s previous temperament, she should have kicked Song Qingre out directly.

“You know what, when you come to my company—stay a few days at my place. We haven’t hung out for a while. I’ll cover your expenses. As for the matter with Fu Ye and Song Qingre. Wait until your dad comes back to talk about it. You’ve offended quite a few people recently. I’m worried you’ll get beaten up when going out, especially Luo Xi. I asked around, she spent five million here.”

Su Xingjie counted on her fingers and sensed someone was staring at her, a cold light flashing. At first, she thought it was Luo Xi hearing, but when she turned around—it was Song Qingre.

Song Qingre stood upstairs on the second floor, smiling at them. Under her long eyelashes, her eyes gleamed coldly. The smile on her face actually carried a strong warning message.

If it weren’t for these two being mortal enemies before fighting tooth and nail over men, she suspected Song Qingre was telling her: “Stay away from my woman.”

Yan Qingqiu reappeared, and people at the exhibition were quite surprised.

She hadn’t come yesterday; everyone thought she chickened out.

Yan Qingqiu strode back boldly, like a triumphant return.

Everyone then looked at Luo Xi. Luo Xi had originally not planned to come today, but since Fu Ye was there, she reluctantly followed.

This time, their confrontation was even fiercer than before.

This time Yan Qingqiu held a card in her hand, chin raised—looking down on everyone. Fu Ye kept staring at her and had a secretary come talk to Yan Qingqiu.

“Miss Yan, our president said that since it’s the last day of the exhibition and the media are all here today—you’d better not cause any trouble. Just pick a painting you like and take it. All the purchases will be registered under his name. If you don’t have enough money, just name the price.”

“…” Another one giving me money?

Unfortunately, Yan Qingqiu didn’t appreciate it and only said a few words to them.

The secretary’s face became strange as he left. Fu Ye acted arrogantly, “Does she realize she was wrong? Is she going to apologize to me?”

“No, Miss Yan told you to get lost. She says you’re a toad who jumped out of a well, dreaming of swan meat but without reflecting in the mirror. Seeing you disgusts her. Looking back on the days she liked you, she wants to slap herself. Anyone who likes you is crazy. You should get your IQ tested in a hospital. Men cheating with three or four women will end up split apart and doomed. Men scheming to force the exhibition to fail deserve gland removal. You should go bankrupt, bankrupt, bankrupt. And then she said something to Miss Luo…” The secretary said dramatically, taking a breath. “Luo Xi, your love-brained self deserves to be cheated on by a scum. A man no dog would want is what you got!”

“Enough!”

Fu Ye was furious, headache coming—yet couldn’t help but glance at Yan Qingqiu.

This woman was playing the teasing game of desire and withdrawal again. He’d had enough!

These days Luo Xi is very worked up. Someone close to her saw clearly she was being played. At first, she didn’t believe it; after hearing this, she almost vomited bl00d.

Now knowing Yan Qingqiu had tricked her and she was clear-headed, it was too late. She couldn’t go around telling everyone she was duped by Yan Qingqiu.

What was worse, she kept seeing the blonde b1tch in the crowd buying and buying—acting much more generous.

Yan Qingqiu bought, Luo Xi will buy more. The media was finding material. Besides Song Qingre’s paintings, the young ladies of the Luo and Yan family’s buying paintings had also become a highlight.

Song Qingre hadn’t planned to sell all her paintings at the opening. Some had to be kept for status and future studio promotions.

So they ended up buying those the others didn’t want to sell.

Yan Qingqiu swaggered home, already planning what to write for her social media post.

Song Qingre was busy finishing the exhibition and handling contracts. Hearing from an assistant about the two ladies’ battle, she said, “Go and give that ‘Blonde’ painting to Miss Yan.”

“That was not for sale?” the assistant asked.

“Just give it to her. The exhibition’s sales were good thanks to her.”

Not only had many paintings sold, but many had been auctioned off at several times the previous price. That’s art—once unnoticed, like roadside straw; once stirred up, it can reach sky-high prices.

The staff were ready to leave when she added, “Just say it was bought by her.”

Back home, Yan Qingqiu had the butler hang all the paintings on the walls. She took many photos, sat on the sofa—and started editing her post.

“Just got home and found the whole house covered with paintings, I was speechless. Why does my dad always hang museum stuff on the walls? It’s not trendy at all. I told the butler to take them all down and replace them with new ones. The butler argued that one painting is worth over a hundred million. If I weren’t thinking that he graduated from Harvard and knows martial arts, I’d want to send him to art school for further study. Buying paintings is just for fun. Money is one thing I’m never short of in this life. I just want to be immersed in modern oil painting. Annoying, he even uses billions to measure art.”

Very catchy. She had to take a photo.

After posting, she immediately got a like.

From Song Qingre.

Song Qingre also commented: “Right, @Butler Dongshu.”

Yan Qingqiu’s face flushed, toes curling into the ground. She felt Song Qingre was doing it on purpose. Immediately, she typed: “Please pay me back.”

After sending, she thought it wasn’t a great idea. Since they were in the same circle, if someone saw it… it’s better to send a private message.

Shouldn’t Song Qingre have contacted her first?

But after thinking over and over…

Yan Qingqiu figured out she was a living bodhisattva.

Fortunately, a message came from the other side at the same time with a transfer notification: [Song Qingre transferred you 10,000 yuan]

Yan Qingqiu quickly accepted the money, her bodhisattva aura dimming quite a lot.

Song Qingre: “Should we continue the last conversation about how to repay you? If you don’t want the money, you can still take me this or that way—I’ll do whatever you want.”

Yan Qingqiu definitely didn’t want to drag this out. Keeping Song Qingre as a sugar mommy was a trap. Almost two weeks had passed!

Actually, money wasn’t the problem. The problem was, she felt her body was getting worse and worse.

“You probably also know all the paintings sold at the exhibition are through contracts. Some payments come quickly, some slowly, and some still need to be settled. I’ll take 20% of the profit from payments received and return it to you. If there’s money, I’ll give you 200,000 yuan. In special cases; 100,000 yuan. So pretty much… The fastest is within a week.” Song Qingre sent a voice message.

Her voice was very soothing.

Gentle and soft, Yan Qingqiu listened twice in a row.

Yan Qingqiu asked, “What if you can’t pay?”

If her body allowed, she would definitely make Song Qingre serve her. Thinking about how she hid from Song Qingre because of the gland thing was really a loss. If this plot point passed, she could package her one more time.

Song Qingre was silent for a moment. Then, through her phone she sent a message—her smile a bit flirtatious: “I can do some handiwork part-time to offset the interest.”

“!”

That’s good. The handiwork didn’t go wrong yesterday.

Song Qingqiu’s tone lowered a bit, sending through the phone: “You can calculate how much the handiwork can offset; I’ll deduct it here first.”

Yan Qingqiu never enjoyed massages before. She had walked past some blind massage shops advertising on the way home from work. Although Song Qingre’s technique stayed at the surface and didn’t go deep, it definitely had the charm and skill of a top-class massage therapist.

Yan Qingqiu gave the highest price: “198!”

Fearing she might get proud, she added: “Don’t be arrogant!”