Flirting Recklessly With the White Moonlight Will Get You Marked - Chapter 19
19(1):
As Yan Qingqiu was descending the stairs, she nearly slipped and tumbled down upon hearing those words.
Clutching the handrail, she stared at Song Qingre in disbelief.
What?
What did she just say?
Song Qingre was still simmering pear water, the aroma growing richer. Yan Qingqiu’s throat was already dry, and the scent made it itch uncontrollably.
She pulled back the leg that had almost missed a step, her pink slippers lightly brushing the edge of the stair. She tried to use her brain to quickly decipher a solution, but the lingering effects of last night’s alcohol hadn’t worn off, and her head was still throbbing.
It… it shouldn’t leak out, right?
Yan Qingqiu kept questioning herself, replaying everything that happened yesterday. Her eyes traced from the door to the staircase she was standing on, then to the room she’d just come out of—replaying, frantically replaying.
It wasn’t like she remembered nothing. Bits and pieces of memories surfaced.
And then it hit her: I think I tried to seduce Song Qingre.
Just… let it all end.
Song Qingre had her back to Yan Qingqiu, not delving further into the topic, her attention fixed on the simmering pear water. Yan Qingqiu cautiously descended the stairs. Song Qingre turned off the stove, took a small bowl, and ladled some pear water into it.
She turned around, and the two faced each other.
Song Qingre looked gentle as always, her lips curved in a faint smile. Yan Qingqiu, on the other hand, had checked herself in the mirror that morning—her face was haggard from the hangover, her eyes swollen. Compared to Song Qingre, Yan Qingqiu looked like she’d spent the night digging tunnels.
Song Qingre placed the pear water on the table and said softly, “Drink this while it’s hot.”
Yan Qingqiu swallowed hard, her throat aching as if sand were scraping its walls. She coughed once, the pain sharp. This was exactly what she needed, and Song Qingre was being far too considerate.
Song Qingre leaned against the table, her body slightly turned. A white bunny nibbling a carrot adorned the black apron tied around her waist. Her shadow stretched long in the morning light, exuding a soft, warm, and cozy aura.
Yan Qingqiu slowly shuffled over, sat on a chair, and began sipping the pear water. It was sweet and soothing. She used a spoon at first, and as she drank, memories started to resurface.
She recalled last night how Song Qingre had gently fed her hangover soup. She’d been too dizzy then, everything blurry, but she remembered Song Qingre’s gentle voice and those soft hums.
After a couple of sips, she held the bowl and drank directly, soothing her throat. It felt much better. She licked her lips, and Song Qingre went to ladle another bowl for her.
This time, Song Qingre untied her apron and sat across from Yan Qingqiu. She didn’t speak, but her gentle demeanor was like that of a kind teacher softening a naughty child, urging them to confess later.
Yan Qingqiu’s heart sank, and she practically wanted to lick the bowl clean to avoid the moment.
God, what did I do yesterday?
Yan Qingqiu, usually quick-witted, felt clumsy and slow in this moment.
No matter how she stalled, the pear water eventually ran out. Her throat felt much better, and she finally spoke, “Um, whatever I said yesterday was just drunken nonsense. I wasn’t thinking straight, my words were slurred, so don’t take it seriously.”
Song Qingre didn’t respond, her bright eyes simply gazing at Yan Qingqiu.
Yan Qingqiu’s heart raced under that gaze. If Song Qingre had scolded her harshly, it might’ve sparked her sensitive nerves, and they could’ve argued.
Yan Qingqiu would’ve let Song Qingre win, maybe even let her slap her to settle it. But this gentle, water-like demeanor? She couldn’t handle it.
“It seems…” Song Qingre sighed softly, “I’ll just have to bear it silently.”
Yan Qingqiu’s mind went blank, though she tried to stay calm. “This whole thing… I don’t really remember…”
Song Qingre cut her off, repeating her exact words from last night, “Your lips are so hot, so soft.”
Yan Qingqiu nearly choked. Those didn’t sound like words Song Qingre would make up, because, when sober, that’s exactly what Yan Qingqiu had been thinking.
She looked at Song Qingre, who hadn’t worn lipstick today but still had strikingly red lips. Song Qingre bit her lower lip lightly and murmured, “What should we do about this?”
Yan Qingqiu’s heart pounded. Did I kiss her?
No way.
Though embarrassed, she thought, If I kissed her and didn’t feel anything, what a waste.
“I don’t think you were that drunk. You could’ve pushed me away. You could’ve called for help. There’s a butler at home!” Yan Qingqiu didn’t believe she was some super-strong drunk.
As she spoke, she inwardly cursed herself. Yesterday, she’d passionately scolded Fu Ye, and now here she was, debating consent and dodging responsibility.
But then it clicked, and Yan Qingqiu felt enlightened. She said directly, “Heh, you, an Alpha, couldn’t push me away? Heh.”
So how could I possibly be an Omega? Caught you slipping, didn’t I?
Song Qingre didn’t say anything more. Yan Qingqiu felt smug, thinking she’d won this round.
She cut a piece of pear with a knife, ate it, and her throat felt less itchy. Thinking she could brush this off was a joke.
Song Qingre spoke, “No explanation, then?”
“Explain what?” Yan Qingqiu chewed the pear. “You trying to scam me or something?”
“It’s just… you forced me to kiss you,” Song Qingre said. “Although you said you were fierce and had been with lots of women, carrying the scent of Omegas all over you.” She continued, “Then I resisted with all my might, and then…”
Yan Qingqiu vaguely recalled saying something like that. Her eyes widened. There’s more?
“And then, when I pushed you away, you said, ‘Baby, come here, let me tell you a secret.’ And then you said you’re an Omega…”
Yan Qingqiu was utterly dumbfounded. How does this absurd storyline even connect?
“Even if you’re an Omega, you can’t just do that… Even if I’m an Alpha, I’m an Alpha who’s never been toyed with like this. Are you just going to let this slide?” Song Qingre asked, her tone low, like someone who’d been used and discarded.
She looked at Yan Qingqiu with a hint of resentment. “You even offered to show me your Omega traits. Thankfully, I have some integrity and refused.”
Yan Qingqiu denied it fiercely, “You refused me, so you didn’t see anything! I might’ve just misspoken. Isn’t it normal to ramble when drunk?”
“Oh, I thought the same at that time. I almost lost control and sneaked a peek…” Song Qingre said, blinking.
“…”
Yan Qingqiu was speechless, stunned. Can’t you just say it all at once? Why drag it out so dramatically?
She lowered her head, refusing to admit anything. Deny, deny, deny. Song Qingre must be baiting her, but baiting her meant she already had suspicions—deep suspicions. This is bad…
Yan Qingqiu slowly raised her head. She hadn’t fully differentiated yet, so what could Song Qingre do even if she suspected something? If Song Qingre had the guts, she could try turning her into an Omega right now.
She doubled down, “You believed me after a couple of sentences? You’re too easy to fool. Actually, I just said that to trick you into bed, to sleep with you.”
“Really?” Song Qingre’s eyes lit up. She sat up straight, resting her chin on her hand. “Can you really handle it, Miss Omega?”
Yan Qingqiu swallowed hard. This time, she didn’t take the bait. She sneered, “Heh, see? You believed me after a little teasing. So gullible, so dumb. Even if I said I was an Omega yesterday, I was lying. Haha, what a joke.”
Song Qingre’s lips twitched slightly, and she smiled. “Yeah, because when Qiuqiu says something, I have to believe it. What if it’s true?”
Yan Qingqiu’s heart sank further, and she didn’t dare meet her gaze.
But at least the issue was resolved, brushed off for now.
Yan Qingqiu swore she’d never drink recklessly again.
They hadn’t had breakfast yet. Yan Qingqiu had drunk a lot the previous night and fallen asleep quickly. It was just past seven now, and the butler was setting the dining table.
The two women sat across from each other, eating quietly.
Each focused on their own portion. Yan Qingqiu held her chopsticks, sneaking glances at Song Qingre. Though Song Qingre didn’t bring up the Omega topic again, her expression remained unreadable, occasionally meeting Yan Qingqiu’s eyes.
Song Qingre was eating steamed egg, her natural elegance and gentle demeanor like jade. She said, “I ran into Fu Ye at the bar yesterday. If I hadn’t been there, you and Su Xingjie would’ve been taken away by him.”
“Both of us were taken by him?” Yan Qingqiu was shocked.
“Obviously,” Song Qingre countered.
Yan Qingqiu felt a wave of dread. Male leads like Fu Ye were terrifying—when drunk, they’d inevitably cause chaos with everyone around, always leading to a one-night stand.
It wasn’t that she disliked all male leads, but Fu Ye didn’t seem like a good guy. He was the type to eat from his bowl while eyeing the pot, completely unreliable. She wiped her mouth and grabbed her phone to call Su Xingjie, checking if she was okay.
Su Xingjie was still dazed, the sound of rustling sycamore leaves echoing in her ears all night. She hadn’t slept well and was on her way to the office, rubbing her temples. “I’m fine. Song Qingre sent me home yesterday. She called me when you got home, too. How about you? You okay?”
She still wasn’t entirely at ease with Song Qingre, always feeling she was dangerous.
“Oh…” Yan Qingqiu stole a glance at Song Qingre, surprised by how thorough she’d been. “I’m fine too…”
“Really? Your voice sounds off!” Su Xingjie said with concern. “It’s like you’ve shouted yourself hoarse!”
Yan Qingqiu raised her voice slightly, “I’m fine, really. I just drank too much yesterday and took a cold shower. My throat’s sore.”
Cold shower… damn, I’m remembering things I shouldn’t. Her words carried a hint of a sigh.
Su Xingjie didn’t understand. Why the sigh? Was she that regretful?
She was about to say something when Yan Qingqiu cut her off, saying she needed to eat, and hung up. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
Song Qingre continued, “I’ll say something I probably shouldn’t, but you should avoid Fu Ye in the future. He’s not exactly clean.”
“Got it,” Yan Qingqiu replied.
“And when you go drinking, let someone at home know. Su Xingjie’s an Omega. If something happens, both of you could be in danger.”
“Okay, got it.”
Yan Qingqiu agreed to everything Song Qingre said, unlike before when she’d argue back. When Song Qingre finished, Yan Qingqiu couldn’t help but add stubbornly, “Pfft, I’m not that dumb. I know all this.”
Song Qingre said calmly, “You were staring at me so blankly yesterday, you looked pretty dumb.”
“!”
Yan Qingqiu suspected that if the butler wasn’t around, Song Qingre would’ve said, “You begging me to kiss you yesterday looked pretty stupid.”
She lowered her head and glanced at the butler in the corner, furiously scribbling something. Her eyes widened, her whole body on alert. If I had fur, it’d be standing on end right now. Is he writing that I’m whipped?
She didn’t dare tell the butler to stop. Thinking of something she cared about yesterday, she said, “You’re not much better. I saw you drinking with him yesterday.”
“Alright, I’ll listen to you from now on. I’ll ignore him when I see him,” Song Qingre replied.
Yan Qingqiu felt a tiny bit better.
Realizing Song Qingre had sent both her and Su Xingjie home, she knew she should say thank you. Her mouth opened, but she didn’t know how to start.
Song Qingre finished eating and wiped her mouth with a napkin, about to head to work. Yan Qingqiu thought of a way to settle the score, she’d deduct 100,000 yuan for Song Qingre driving her home.
Yan Qingqiu got up from her chair. “Where’s my bag?”
The butler fetched it for her. Yan Qingqiu rummaged through it, pulling out only a pen. Her brows furrowed. “Where’s my notebook?”
The butler, confused, offered to help. “I hung your bag by the door when you came back yesterday.”
Yan Qingqiu searched again but still couldn’t find her little notebook. She vaguely remembered taking it out at the bar, then feeling sick from the alcohol and stuffing it back in. Did she not put it back properly?
“Your ledger?” Song Qingre asked.
“Yeah,” Yan Qingqiu nodded. “I think I dropped it at the bar.”
“I know someone at the bar. I’ll call and check for you. Don’t worry,” Song Qingre said warmly.
She was about to make the call when Yan Qingqiu quickly stopped her. “No need! I might not have brought it out yesterday. Maybe I left it in my room.”
“Hm?” Song Qingre looked puzzled.
Yan Qingqiu continued, “It’s just a notebook. I can buy a new one. No need to bother.”
Song Qingre nodded. “I remember all the accounts. If you forget anything, you can check with me.”
Yan Qingqiu’s lips moved slightly, but she just nodded and said, “Okay.”
Song Qingre went out to the courtyard. The butler followed, exchanging keys with her, saying Yan Qingqiu had dirtied her car when she threw up yesterday, and he’d have it washed later.
As soon as Song Qingre left, Yan Qingqiu immediately told the butler to grab the keys and drive her to the bar. The butler was confused. “Didn’t you say you didn’t lose it?”
“Don’t ask so many questions. Just take me there,” Yan Qingqiu said, glaring at him. The butler, clueless, felt unfairly targeted.
He grabbed another set of keys, opened the car door, and let their dramatic young miss get in. Then he heard her muttering, “It’s all because you didn’t give me any candy or drive me around. It’s killing me with all this angst.”
Though the butler didn’t understand, he dutifully drove her to the bar.
Unfortunately, when Yan Qingqiu asked at the bar, both the front desk and the bartender said they hadn’t found her notebook.
Yan Qingqiu gestured repeatedly, “It’s a palm-sized notebook. I was at table 3 yesterday. Think again.”
The bartender asked, “Is there something important in it? If it’s really important, you should report it to the police, and we can check the surveillance for you.”
Reporting a notebook to the police didn’t seem worth it.
Yan Qingqiu asked, “Can’t you just check the surveillance?”
“Well… I’d need to ask the manager. This is a bar, after all. We can’t just show surveillance to anyone. Every industry has its rules. Please understand.”
Yan Qingqiu tried a few more times, but they wouldn’t budge. Unhappy, she grumbled to herself, I’m never coming back here. Doesn’t even seem like a proper bar.
Making a big fuss over a notebook wasn’t ideal. She was about to leave but couldn’t let it go. She added, “If you find it, call me. I’ll write my number down for you.”
The bartender smiled, “No need. Who doesn’t know Miss Yan?”
His teasing grin made Yan Qingqiu think he was mocking her about drinking over Fu Ye. She felt uneasy, didn’t linger, and stormed out in her high heels.
Outside, she sighed twice. Bad luck, bad luck!
Are NPCs in this game world low-quality? Don’t they know to turn in lost items?
“Forget it. Take me to the supermarket. I’ll buy another notebook!”
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Meanwhile
Song Qingre returned to the office, still handling matters with Boss Zhang.
They’d contacted several lawyers to draft a letter. The desk phone rang, it was her assistant. “Miss You from Sisyphus called. She said she found something you might’ve lost. Should I transfer the call?”
Song Qingre thought for a moment, realizing it was probably Yan Qingqiu’s notebook. She nodded. “Tell her I’m busy now. I’ll go pick it up later.”
After hanging up, her colleague Sheng Huajian continued, “Boss Zhang is willing to take the painting. Should we still work with the media?”
“He’s trying to take our territory, so we’ll take a bite out of him. Use his shamelessness to boost our studio’s reputation. Now we’re the ones giving him trouble.”
Sheng Huajian understood, Boss Zhang had met his match.
Song Qingre finished her work and drove to pick up the item. She knew You Liyin, the bar owner’s sister, from their school days. You Liyin had studied painting briefly, showed promise, then got bored and switched to vocal music. Later, she found that boring too and moved to opera. She could learn anything but never mastered anything fully, a true eccentric.
When Song Qingre arrived, You Liyin was waiting at table 3, eyeing her up and down with a smirk. “Miss Song, you’re quick.”
Song Qingre sat across from her politely. “Thanks for keeping it safe.”
“No big deal. I saw your name written all over it, so I had it saved.” You Liyin said, “Someone came looking for it today, but I didn’t give it to them.”
“Hm?” Song Qingre guessed who it was. She reached for the notebook, but You Liyin held onto it. “Hey, what’s the rush? Let’s chat. I need your help with something.”
Song Qingre straightened up. You Liyin ordered drinks, but Song Qingre declined, saying she had to drive back to the office.
They’d been close in school, in the same class.
You Liyin held the notebook, asking, “Do you know who wrote this? It’s pretty interesting.”
Song Qingre figured she’d seen the contents and might think Yan Qingqiu was in financial trouble. “Just for fun.”
You Liyin clicked her tongue. “Fun? It’s a bit much.”
“It’s fine,” Song Qingre said with a smile.
You Liyin sighed. “I remember back in high school, that little neighbor girl of yours used to come looking for you all the time. Didn’t you two have a falling out?”
Song Qingre nodded, smiling. “We’re about to make up.”
“You haven’t read it yet, have you?” You Liyin raised a brow. “You should take a good look.”
Song Qingre thanked her, her lips curving into a smile.
The two friends chatted for a bit. You Liyin shared some anecdotes. After graduation, she’d often see Yan Qingqiu at the bar. She’d call Song Qingre to pick her up, and classmates who saw them thought they had something going on, given how often they stayed in touch post-graduation.
“By the way, our bar’s changing its style soon. Come by and give us some advice,” You Liyin said. Her brother loved Song Qingre’s artistic style and had even pursued her back in the day, with You Liyin playing messenger for his love letters.
Song Qingre agreed. You Liyin handed over the notebook. “If we’re doing this, we’ll need a contract. I’ll send someone to your place tomorrow. Don’t back out, Miss Song.” She grinned. “The notebook’s got some juicy stuff.”
“Naturally,” Song Qingre said, tucking the notebook away.
She came and went quickly, driving back to the studio where other tasks awaited. You Liyin didn’t keep her, just watched her leave with a sly smile.
Back at the studio, Song Qingre was swamped. They’d taken on more orders recently, and the team was short-staffed. After meeting with the lawyers, she finally had a moment to breathe. She was about to text Yan Qingqiu about finding the notebook but paused. Looking at Sheng Huajian, she said, “Have Xiao Fu bring me a coffee. Unless it’s urgent, don’t disturb me.”
“Got it.”
Flipping through Yan Qingqiu’s notebook, Song Qingre recalled high school. You Liyin had mentioned a memorable moment from their last Christmas in school. Everyone was exchanging apples, and Song Qingre, being popular, received a ton.
Yan Qingqiu, wanting to stand out, showed up with a giant grapefruit, calling for her from below the classroom building. Blushing, she hid her face behind the grapefruit, which had a huge smiley face drawn on it in the snow.
Song Qingre remembered seeing online posts mocking childish writing, like “big eyes, red cheeks.” It always resonated with her because she vividly recalled a girl with big eyes and red cheeks—not like an apple, but a grapefruit.
It was pretty funny.
The first page of the notebook had Yan Qingqiu’s name.
Her handwriting wasn’t bad—neat and orderly, the same as it had always been. But it was clear she wasn’t great with fountain pens, with ink smudges everywhere. The notebook was filled with notes about Song Qingre.
[Song Qingre’s fountain pen: 30,000 yuan!] Next to it was a poorly drawn pen. Further down, more notes:
[All the pens in the holder are black. Black suits Song Qingre so well.]
[Song Qingre likes meat, huh? She kept eating tender beef, but she can’t handle spice—drinks water after a little spice.]
[This Xitulanya restaurant is way too expensive. One meal, 3,000 yuan! Song Qingre ate strawberries, 10 of them, maybe 70 yuan, but Xitulanya charged 300! Why don’t they just rob us!]
[Strawberries are sweet. Eating 600 yuan’ worth of strawberries with tears: >_<]
[Oh my, Song Qingre, Song Qingre… so intimate, so seductive. Song, send me to intimacy and seduction.] The word “me” was blacked out. Song Qingre held the notebook to the light for a while to make out the word.
There were several more pages. You Liyin’s odd expression must’ve come from reading this part, hence her nudge to check it out.
The notebook was small, but this page was packed with tiny handwriting, densely filled.
It read: [1. That day, Miss Yan and Miss Song had lunch together. Miss Song picked up the steak and cut it for Miss Yan, as gentle as ever. Their eyes locked with affection. One more second, and they’d have headed to a hotel for a passionate night. Miss Yan said, “Qingre…” Miss Song replied, “How bold, calling me ‘darling’!”
2. Unable to resist, Miss Yan pinned her against the steering wheel in the car. Miss Song trembled like a sieve, tears streaming down. Yan Qingqiu, merciless, said fiercely, “Baby, you’re such a crybaby…”
3. The car nearly collapsed. The black Maybach rocked on the road all afternoon. Miss Yan kissed the gland on her nape, “Citrus-scented baby, so sweet. Do you like it? Say it if you do…”]
Song Qingre stared at the notebook for a long time, a bit dazed. It took her a while to calm down.
After some thought, she picked up a pen and corrected “sieve” to “chaff” and considered changing “collapsed” to “ruined,” but that didn’t seem right either. In context, she changed “collapsed” to “caved in.”
Noticing some blank space at the bottom, she added a sentence.
That afternoon, the studio staff noticed that the usually composed Miss Song was smiling more than usual, occasionally hiding her face behind files, less meticulous than usual.
Because she was in a good mood, Song Qingre worked efficiently and returned home early. Yan Qingqiu was tinkering in the kitchen. Song Qingre didn’t call out to her, heading upstairs first.
When Yan Qingqiu emerged from the kitchen, she saw Song Qingre lounging on the sofa, legs crossed, flipping through a financial newspaper.
Yan Qingqiu tiptoed over for a peek and saw she was reading the stock section, something Yan Qingqiu couldn’t make heads or tails of.
Dinner was at home. The butler mentioned to Song Qingre that Mr. Yan was coming back early.
Song Qingre nodded, glancing at Yan Qingqiu.
The butler whispered mysteriously, “Miss is very concerned. She’s been excited since she heard.”
Yan Qingqiu overheard: Excited? I’m too scared to make a move.
When she wasn’t busy, Yan Qingqiu had chatted with Su Xingjie, digging up details about her past.
She’d been head-over-heels for Fu Ye, shamelessly causing a stir in their social circle and embarrassing her father. Their relationship was terrible because she refused to change. Her father was frustrated, unable to mold her.
Su Xingjie said Yan Qingqiu had even wanted to marry Fu Ye, but her father opposed it, landing him in the hospital from stress. Still, he didn’t relent. Yan Qingqiu planned to move into Fu Ye’s villa, but her father had her dragged back and locked up for days. She went on a hunger strike until he reluctantly agreed to an engagement.
Now, her sudden breakup seemed… odd. Hearing this, Yan Qingqiu thought, If I were her dad, I’d break her legs.
No hesitation.
Whether to kill her wasn’t the point. The point was, parents know their kids best. If she didn’t play her part well, what if her identity was questioned?
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Song Qingre, unaware of her inner turmoil, said, “I’ll clear a day to arrange things. I’ll treat Uncle to dinner. I’ve been staying here a few days, so it’s only right.”
The butler was about to speak when Yan Qingqiu wiped her hands and cut in, “No need to worry about it. He’ll be tired when he gets back. We’ll eat at home.”
Song Qingre considered it and nodded. “You’re right. I didn’t think it through. Let the head chef make some of Uncle’s favorite dishes. Let me know if you need help.”
Yan Qingqiu had no intention of letting her help, she’d already set the menu. The butler made arrangements, telling the staff to clean the villa tomorrow. Then he remembered something and returned to Yan Qingqiu. “By the way, Miss, the medical team is coming for a checkup tomorrow.”
“Medical team?”
Yan Qingqiu’s neck went cold before she’d done anything. “Why a medical team?”
She instinctively looked at Song Qingre, suspecting she was up to something. Song Qingre remained calm, glancing at the butler.
The butler, puzzled, said, “Don’t we always have checkups every two quarters? It’s been six months since the last one. It was scheduled for today, and Sir mentioned it this morning.”
Yan Qingqiu swallowed hard. She didn’t know, probably arranged before she transmigrated. She quietly retracted her gaze. Her dad’s issue isn’t even settled, and now a medical checkup? So sudden!
“Forgetting’s not a crime, is it?” She glanced at the door. Song Qingre was still reading the paper, but Yan Qingqiu was sure she wasn’t absorbing a word, just pretending to watch her reaction.
Song Qingre hadn’t dropped her suspicions and was looking for chances to test her.
“Can’t they not come?” Yan Qingqiu bit her lip, whispering, sneaking glances at Song Qingre.
“With so much going on, who has time? Dad will be tired. Won’t this disturb him?”
The butler said, “The money’s paid. You skipped the last checkup entirely. Sir is back now, so be good. His work hasn’t gone smoothly this time. It’s just a day, and Miss Song will get checked too. It’ll all be done when Sir’s home, so he won’t have to arrange doctors later.”
“She’s getting checked too?” Yan Qingqiu froze. So Song Qingre will be watching me the whole time?
The butler nodded. “You’ll go first, then all the staff. Once Sir’s rested, he’ll get a full checkup too. How’s that?”
Yan Qingqiu was even more stunned.
God, if they find out, I’ll die of embarrassment in this villa.
She bit her lip, glancing at Song Qingre, frustrated but unable to show it. “Fine, arrange it.”
With that, she racked her brain for a plan. Run away? Impossible, her dad was coming back. If she ran, he’d be furious.
She stood, circling Song Qingre. Song Qingre acted like she didn’t see her, even flipping the paper in front of her.
Infuriated, Yan Qingqiu “accidentally” stepped on Song Qingre’s leather shoe. Song Qingre lowered the paper, looking at her.
Yan Qingqiu, unapologetic, said, “Oops, my bad.”
Song Qingre, legs crossed, lifted her foot slightly. She just said, “Oh,” and added, “You don’t want the checkup, so you’re taking it out on me?”
She was odd—sometimes emotionally intelligent, saying all the right things; other times, knowing someone was mad but saying harsh things that cut deep.
“Who said I don’t want the checkup?”
“I thought you were scared of someone finding out a secret, so you didn’t want it,” Song Qingre said bluntly, glancing at her shoe, now smudged with white dust. She clearly couldn’t stand it, looking twice.
Yan Qingqiu gritted her teeth. Who has a secret?
Fuming, she felt a tingling on her leg. Looking down, she saw Song Qingre’s leg extended, the tip of her leather shoe brushing up her calf in a straight line.
Looking at her, Song Qingre said softly, “Qiuqiu, my bad.”
The tingling wasn’t strong, but it made Yan Qingqiu’s whole body feel weak and itchy.
Her shoe tip was hard, hooking her calf.
Song Qingre raised a brow, her expression asking, What’s wrong? Yan Qingqiu bit her lip, determined not to crack, but she was so angry. She turned and marched upstairs, moving so fast she nearly bumped into the butler, who dodged just in time.
The butler, confused, looked at Song Qingre on the chair. She’d stopped reading, her fingers pressing the paper on her lap, chuckling at Yan Qingqiu’s retreating figure.
Song Qingre wiped her shoe with a tissue, saying, “Alphas like us have such unstable emotions. We should get checked every day.”
It was like she was saying Yan Qingqiu wasn’t an Alpha.
Yan Qingqiu was in a powerless rage, slamming her fist on the door.
One day, I’ll get her back. Tolerate for now, and the world opens up. Take a step back, and the anger grows.
She opened the door and slammed it shut with a bang.
But… What now?
They only told her now, probably to stop her from running. They waited until her dad was coming back to say it. She couldn’t just run around when he was about to arrive. So vicious. Too vicious.
Yan Qingqiu suspected even the butler had been swayed by Song Qingre.
She calmed down and stepped out to check. Opening the door, she saw Song Qingre passing by.
Song Qingre looked at her, “Hm?”
Yan Qingqiu slammed the door again, grabbing her phone.
Meeting “Dad” felt oddly like a daughter-in-law meeting her in-laws for the first time. She even started thinking about what to wear and how to speak.
She paced her bedroom, checking her phone’s chat history. “She” and her dad barely talked, mostly “Dad, give me money,” “Dad, I’m going to see Fu Ye,” “Dad, I want to move out,” “Dad, I love him like my life.”
Probably because she was such a troublemaker, her dad rarely responded, usually just saying, [Wait till I’m back. We’ll talk!]
Yan Qingqiu agonized, typing a few words in the chat, checking them carefully.
Yan Qingqiu: [Dad, you’ve worked hard. Come back safely.]
So embarrassing.
She sat on the floor, covering her face. So awkward. She deleted “Dad,” but after deleting it, she felt oddly sad. She couldn’t explain why. Maybe because she’d been an orphan so long, she’d never experienced the fatherly love others talked about.
After a while, she kept “Dad” in the message. A smile might soften things, right?
She’d called him Dad!
Would he reply?
She knew he might not, but she couldn’t help hoping.
Waiting, waiting, wishing for a new message.
She wanted to send another but didn’t dare. Since transmigrating, she hadn’t contacted “Dad.” She punched the bed, then tapped the pillow. Under it, a corner of her notebook peeked out.
Isn’t this my notebook? She pulled it out, confirmed it was hers, and pouted, feeling better. At least I got my notebook back. That’s a good sign.
Searching high and low, only to find it by chance.
Her mood lifted. She changed her dad’s contact name from “Old Man” to “Dad.”
She kissed her notebook.
After, Yan Qingqiu grabbed clothes to shower, reassuring herself. For the checkup, she’d order the doctors not to leak anything as the patient. Would they dare be so unethical?
As for her dad, she’d play it by ear and act her part. First time meeting family—stay calm, don’t be too dramatic. She took a deep breath, lying on the bed, still wanting to cry.
What a mess.
She couldn’t sleep, worried about the checkup and meeting her dad. She flipped over, looked at her notebook, and got up to grab a pen…
Yan Qingqiu picked up a pen, intending to strike off the entire 100,000 she had previously let slide.
She had to make Song Qingre pay it back—every last penny, until she was bankrupt.
She was using the fountain pen she’d “borrowed” from Song Qingre. She yanked off the cap and flipped through the notebook. Her eyes landed on a correction: “sieve chaff had been changed to sieve chaff – correct idiom. She paused, closed the book, then opened it again. Jolting was corrected to be bumpy. Then… on the last line, in a neat, slender gold script, a sentence was written:
[“Sister Qiuqiu, nooo, don’t~ I’m so scared, you’re so bad~ I just love strong, enduring omegas like you the most~”]
A few minutes later, Yan Qingqiu buried her face in the pillow and cried.
Fvck! Goddammit!
She hadn’t been able to sleep all night. After reading this…
She felt like she wouldn’t sleep for days.