Flirting Recklessly With the White Moonlight Will Get You Marked - Chapter 15
15:
Song Qingre’s voice was hoarse, making Yan Qingqiu’s ears warm. She held her phone for a long time, embarrassed to continue writing. When she came back to her senses, ten minutes had already passed.
Her fingers pressed to her chest, feeling her heartbeat rhythmically beating because of Song Qingre’s words. After touching her heart, she played the voice message again, tightening her fingers while holding the pen.
Yan Qingqiu pressed “voice message”: “Figure drawing.”
After sending it she realized it sounded improper, so she immediately retracted it.
More messages came.
“I heard that.”
Yan Qingqiu held the pen and continued taking notes. Too shy, she simply wrote down the last sentence, but it felt inappropriate so she revised again and again, finally redoing it according to the voice message.
Much better this way.
Her brain sent her feedback: hehe, really sweet.
Having listened to the voice messages all night, Yan Qingqiu woke up late. She ate breakfast simply and then got a call from Su Xingjie, saying she would take her to the company to try on clothes.
Yan Qingqiu had been a couch potato for too long and almost forgot about the photoshoot.
Fortunately, she hadn’t accepted money before; otherwise, it would’ve become a debt. She was about to ask the butler to send her when Su Xingjie said she was almost there.
Su Xingjie was quite nice, not only giving money and arranging the photoshoot but also providing car rides. Touched, Yan Qingqiu wanted to dig up some treasure at home to repay her.
Su Xingjie smiled as she walked in, looking around at all Song Qingre’s paintings everywhere. She asked, “Qiu-bao, which room does Song Qingre stay in?”
Yan Qingqiu pointed to her door. “That one.”
“Next to you?”
“Yes.” Yan Qingqiu, having tidied up, was excited, carrying her bag, and asked, “Are we shooting today? I didn’t do any training. Will that be troublesome?”
“No”, Su Xingjie said—taking her out the door and casting a glance back, “Are you really unrelated to Song Qingre?”
“Qiu-bao, were you really not coerced by Song Qingre?” Su Xingjie asked again.
“No… if anyone was coercing, it would be me coercing Song Qingre!”
Su Xingjie started the car, glanced at Yan Qingqiu wearing the passenger seatbelt, and said, “You used to burn her paintings right in front of her. Why did you put them all up now?”
Yan Qingqiu paused, uncomfortable inside. She needed to listen to Song Qingre’s voice messages a bit longer. Pretending not to care, she asked.
“Did I cause a big fuss by burning her paintings?”
“Of course! Song Qingre had just won an award. You burned her painting in front of her, called her a pervert and disgusting—said horrible things. You even recorded and posted it online. After that, she went abroad. That was pretty extreme… not saying you were too much, but she really got what she deserved!” Su Xingjie still defended her best friend but was puzzled by Yan Qingqiu’s strange behavior these days. Although she still seemed disgusted now, it was different from before.
Before, Su Xingjie worried Yan Qingqiu might stab Song Qingre to death; now she worried Yan Qingqiu would fall headfirst into Song Qingre’s arms and not be able to get up.
Yan Qingqiu felt she was about to get emotional again.
She put on headphones to listen to Song Qingre’s voice messages to calm down. Just as she opened one, a new message popped up from an unknown contact:
“FY added you as a friend and left a message:
“Meet me today at Yuexiangwan Xitulanya restaurant. I have something to tell you.”
At first, Yan Qingqiu didn’t recognize who “FY” was. After thinking for a while, she realized it was Fu Ye? What a lunatic! Who would listen to you?
Yan Qingqiu immediately added him to the blocklist.
When they arrived, Su Xingjie said seriously, “You’ve been so strange lately. If you don’t like Fu Ye then fine, but now you’re even nicer to Song Qingre. If I didn’t believe in science, I’d think someone replaced your soul.”
Knowing she was joking, Yan Qingqiu was still shaken. She patted Su Xingjie’s shoulder: “Sister, we must always believe in science.”
Even if it’s time travel, it’s quantum mechanics!
Yan Qingqiu followed Su Xingjie into the building. Her phone rang with a text message:
“If you don’t come, I’ll go find Song Qingre. Think carefully; this is your only chance!”
Su Xingjie leaned over to see it. The overly familiar tone made her immediately guess who sent it. Fu Ye actively inviting Qiu-bao? The sun must be rising in the west.
“Gross, right?” Yan Qingqiu said. “Only dogs would go.”
Was the sun really rising in the west?
Su Xingjie nodded hard. “Totally gross.”
She took off her blazer, pulled out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from her bag, and put them on.
Wearing professional clothes that looked sharp and tidy, the white thin fabric at her chest was a little tight—subtly outlining a firm curve. Below was a black short skirt showing her long, fair legs.
Yan Qingqiu stood there stunned and couldn’t help but praise, “Sis, you’re really something.”
They entered the company. Employees greeted Su Xingjie respectfully as “President Su.” She only nodded coldly.
To be honest, Su Xingjie was a beauty among beauties. Her long hair was tightly tied, a stray wisp curved by her face—her chest’s fullness perfectly balanced and inviting.
Though she hung out with Yan Qingqiu, a minor supporting female, Su Xingjie was very capable. Unlike Yan Qingqiu from a wealthy family, the company was about to be eliminated. She saved the company with her team. Now she was the art director, but her authority was nearly that of an executive president—actually higher.
After all: “The president doesn’t know sh1t about art.”
The shooting sets were ready, with more than a dozen people waiting. Yan Qingqiu was late but, given her status, everyone said nothing, treating her like a little princess.
Su Xingjie introduced people nearby—a young, delicate-looking girl named Qiangwei, the company’s creative director, plus several designers and the art director.
They skillfully pulled back curtains to reveal glass display cabinets filled with new season high-end ready-to-wear and custom dresses.
Yan Qingqiu was sent inside for makeup and wardrobe change.
The whole process was quite fast.
But the styling didn’t seem quite right. Yan Qingqiu was nervous, afraid of embarrassing Su Xingjie. Su Xingjie bit the pen’s tip.
“The style doesn’t fit.”
She adjusted Yan Qingqiu’s style again, changing the set to a European palace. She sat by a table decorated with red apples like fresh bl00d, supporting her chin, smiling like an elegant vampire lady.
But vampires can’t live in the light; the cold light hits her lips.
A bitten apple rolled at her feet. She leaned forward, long fingers pressing her round lips, wiping them, the lip line parted—licking her fingertip lines.
The photographer seized every moment, and the shutter clicked constantly.
There were several color-block dresses, bold red and yellow butterfly skirts. The makeup artist wanted to draw black eyeliner, but with Yan Qingqiu’s blonde natural curls and noble temperament damaging the elegance just ruined the artistic feeling. In the end, they brought a fluffy little table that looked like a cat’s playground. Yan Qingqiu squatted on it, tilting her head, eyes bright like amber. If she were a cat, she’d be the highest-class, most arrogant little kitty.
“Thanks, Qiu-bao. Once the pictures are retouched, I’ll send them to you. I’ll have someone deliver the clothes to your home,” Su Xingjie said happily, seeing the sparkle in Yan Qingqiu’s eyes. If not for her sisterhood, she’d want to sign her and hide her for herself.
“Are the clothes mine too? They must be expensive”. Yan Qingqiu remembered celebrity marketing posts saying stars often rent high couture, and these dresses cost at least 300,000-400,000 yuan.
“Not expensive, don’t worry. The total is about a million. Besides, wearing them once or twice isn’t worth reselling. If you don’t want them, I’ll keep them myself.”
“I want them!”
Yan Qingqiu was a little shy. The table still had washed apples; she had just bitten one that was quite sweet. She cut one half and gave it to Su Xingjie.
They ate together, and Su Xingjie occasionally directed the crew on clearing the set.
Su Xingjie said. “Come, I’ll show you around other places. There are bags and shoes. Take whatever you want, don’t be shy.”
Yan Qingqiu was so touched she didn’t know what to say. “Sister, when I have money, I’ll definitely spend it on you too.”
Su Xingjie blushed slightly, “That’s the first time I’ve heard you say that.”
After leaving the studio, Su Xingjie took her to other floors. The company was full of clothes everywhere.
Nearby, a camera was filming a very sexy model performing every pose perfectly. Frankly, she was much better at shooting than Yan Qingqiu. Curious, Yan Qingqiu asked. “By the way, Xingxing, does your company have cameras we can use?”
“Yes, we have a few idle ones. Why do you need them?”
Obviously, she had things to do.
That damned Fu Ye wanted to play both sides.
To deal with Fu Ye’s male lead aura, one couldn’t take a regular path.
Su Xingjie listened to her rambling but was puzzled: “Why drag Song Qingre into this fire if you’re clear-headed?”
She frowned, “Come to my place today. I recently renovated, and there’s a model show the day after tomorrow. I’m picking models. You said you liked photography. Stay with me for a couple of days. I’ll have you shoot several sets. It’ll be like artistic photos.”
Yan Qingqiu was tempted, but without Song Qingre’s money, she stopped and said. “Wait, I’ll text home.”
Su Xingjie tilted her head watching as Yan Qingqiu typed.
Yan Qingqiu: “I won’t go home today, staying at Xingxing’s. Don’t forget our thing, remember to repay on time.” Since this involved figure drawing, people wouldn’t say “pay back” directly.
Song Qingre: “I’m not going home either today.”
Yan Qingqiu: “Do as you like, you don’t go home every day anyway.”
Song Qingre: “Fu Ye invited me to Yuexiangwan for dinner today.”
Yan Qingqiu: “!”
That bastard Fu Ye!
…
Yuexiangwan Xitulanya Restaurant, second floor.
Two people arrived early. Ye Sichun sipped tea delicately.
“Rare to get you to eat with me for the first time since coming back.”
Then she looked downstairs and saw a stunning Omega professional woman holding the arm of a blonde beauty walk in. “Ah, isn’t that my princess?”
She noticed the gaze opposite turned dark.
She smiled and kept silent, just observing.
Song Qingre sipped tea.
“She hurt you so badly before,” Ye Sichun said. “Burning your paintings and all. You were hospitalized for three months, and almost died.”
Song Qingre supported her chin and looked out the window. “But she made me call her Sister Qingqiu.”
Ye Sichun didn’t quite understand. Song Qingre was one year older than Yan Qingqiu. When the two were close, Yan Qingqiu hadn’t called her “sister,” but Song Qingre always called herself her sister.
Just seeing her gaze was off, deep and falling on Su Xingjie—she asked, “Do you hate her?”
“Not that much.”
Song Qingre said, “I only hate everyone around her.”
Her red lips moved slightly as if casually saying. “She said whoever she likes will never like me.”
Ye Sichun calmly said, “Luckily, she only used me like a proxy, but her younger sister is quite pretty. An Omega, right?”
They continued looking downstairs, noticing the blonde girl busily helping the Omega wipe the table and even ironing bowls.
She supported her chin and said, “Aren’t you afraid people will misunderstand? Originally, you invited me for afternoon tea.”
“What’s so bad about a misunderstanding? It should be bigger.”
Ye Sichun saw her stand up. “I’m going down.”
Looking further, Su Xingjie seemed to be fetching something, leaving only Yan Qingqiu. She supported her hands and kept watching.
She and Song Qingre weren’t close longtime friends. The length of Song Qingre and Yan Qingqiu’s acquaintance matched the number of times Yan Qingqiu had cut her hair.
Downstairs, Song Qingre walked to the blonde and tapped the table—saying. “Miss Yan.”
After listening all night, Yan Qingqiu’s ears tingled when she heard her. She raised her head, not wanting Song Qingre to know she had come deliberately. “What? Why are you here?”
Song Qingre slightly lowered her head and whispered. “I want to settle things with Fu Ye early, then repay debts.”
Yan Qingqiu’s body trembled. “Don’t say it so… sexy.”
Song Qingre replied with a “good.” Yan Qingqiu looked around; Su Xingjie hadn’t returned. She said, “Let’s talk in the restroom.”
Too flirtatious. Others would misunderstand.
Soon after they left, Su Xingjie came back with coffee milk, standing in place confused, not seeing Yan Qingqiu. She asked a waiter. “Where did the lady who was just sitting here go?”
The waiter replied truthfully, “A lady came to find her, said something about repaying debts and wanting her to pay, then they left together…”
·
Song Qingre walked in front, wearing a soft white chiffon blouse and black trousers. Her simple attire resembled the elites here but clean and elegant with a unique noble temperament.
They didn’t go to the restroom but to a small balcony for viewing. Yan Qingqiu thought she was old-fashioned, always assuming restroom trips.
The two stood in the corridor as Song Qingre closed the small door beside them; it was just the two talking.
“I brought 170,000 yuan today. Calculate how much is left.” Song Qingre said.
Yan Qingqiu did rough math and pulled out her phone calculator: “Last time I paid you… no, you paid me 10,000 yuan. 180,000…”
Song Qingre slowly reminded her, “There were handiworks too, three sessions with different levels. Easy to calculate? First was almost full service, second was cuddling, third you touched my wetness…”
Yan Qingqiu looked at her in shock, blushing. She’d planned to casually give a price to be lenient but hadn’t expected this. She closed her eyes to negotiate, tapping the calculator keys and gritting her teeth: “398, 298, 198, 894.”
“There was kissing, first time you forced a kiss, second time you had ‘big sister Qingqiu’ sit on your lap and kissed until you couldn’t breathe, third time you pinched my nose and kissed until I almost suffocated, fourth time we kissed back and forth on the sofa till our mouths were swollen.”
“And that time in the car… pinching br3asts, measuring with a ruler.”
Yan Qingqiu was red-faced and embarrassed, still calculating. She hadn’t expected those to cost extra!
“498, 598… 998! A total of 5,382! Then 185,382!”
Song Qingre glanced down at the number and frowned: “Tsk, still not 200,000 yuan. Why is it so hard to repay? Yesterday, the figure drawing was priced at 10,000 yuan. You know my paintings are expensive. When you choose later, you can pick the patterns, choose brush or pen, Chinese painting or oil painting, choose cream or pigment… Hmm, you’re still 618 short. How about you add another ‘Sister Qingqiu kisses’ package? I’ll give you more benefits.”
Before Yan Qingqiu could think it through, Song Qingre’s hand wiped her mouth, smudging her lipstick, creating a flaw. She leaned in slightly; lips touched her thumb, only separated by a finger’s width. Her low voice whispered in Yan Qingqiu’s ear.
“I’ll use my lips to touch up your makeup. Want that? Nod and it counts as debt payment. I beg you.”
Yan Qingqiu held her breath, feeling dizzy and dazed.
So exciting, so tempting.
Just as she was about to nod, bang—the door was pushed open.
Outside, Su Xingjie leaned in, eavesdropped—and saw two people “kissing.”
Yan Qingqiu was even more stunned.
Repaying money? With figure drawing? An insult!
Song Qingre, an artist—behaves so perverted!
Her strength startled Yan Qingqiu.
“Don’t agree with her!” Su Xingjie angrily pulled a pen out of her bag, then a stack of checks, ready to sign. “I knew you were acting weird recently, you must be coerced by her. Tell me, how much do you owe? I’ll pay for it.” She feared it was not enough and pulled out a gold card with her fingers, willing to put out her entire fortune as long as it wasn’t billions.
She gritted her teeth but could pay it.
“Wait, this is a misunderstanding.” Yan Qingqiu sensed something wrong and wanted to leave. But Song Qingre’s finger pressed hard on her lip, holding her back.
Su Xingjie realized it was worse, rushed over, pulled Yan Qingqiu aside.
“Don’t be afraid of her. I’m here. If she wants to get paid for figure drawings, that pervert and s3x fiend! I’m embarrassed for you! You’re an artist, and I was feeling sorry for you this morning.”
Yan Qingqiu staggered but barely stood firm. She patted Su Xingjie’s shoulder.
“Sis—no, Xingxing don’t get upset, it’s a misunderstanding, really a misunderstanding…”
Song Qingre showed no emotional fluctuation. Lowering her gaze, she folded the tissue wiping lipstick on her fingertips. Biting her lip tightly, she looked at the furious Su Xingjie and the distorted face of Yan Qingqiu’s—sighed, and bit her lip hard.
“Qiu-bao, don’t be scared. I’m here. Do you still have any shame, Song Qingre? Just owed a little money, and you let her sell herself. You only came back to seek revenge on Qiu-bao, right?”
“We do have debts involved, but it’s definitely not what you think. Don’t misunderstand her”. Song Qingre sighed with a painful expression and closed her eyes. “It’s me who owes her money.”
Su Xingjie paused with the card in hand. “What?” Something felt wrong. She looked at Song Qingre, whose closed eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Su Xingjie couldn’t believe her ears and stared at her: “Qiu, Qiu-bao, this… is there a misunderstanding?”
Yan Qingqiu was more distressed; her mouth and heart ached the most. She closed her eyes.“No, no misunderstanding.”
Su Xingjie shuddered all over, feeling her senses and worldview were shocked. She turned to look at Yan Qingqiu. Not seeing clearly, she looked back at Song Qingre.
Song Qingre glanced at her, “Of course. But if you help me repay, I wouldn’t mind.”
“No, you two just… what figure drawing, kissing… You owe money, why is she controlling you!” Su Xingjie looked between Yan Qingqiu and Song Qingre, unable to believe it!
Song Qingre nodded, “Stop humiliating me. Yes, yes, she is after my body.” She closed her eyes and repeated, “I’m supported by her; I’m her mistress. Saying it like that… is really depraved.”
Yan Qingqiu slowly opened her eyes and saw shock on her friend’s face, expressed with one phrase: greatly shocked.
Then she shut her eyes tightly again.