Quick Transmigration: Saving the White Moonlight in a Matriarchal World - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Studying Abroad – Senior, Part 2

Lin Qingchi found it amusing and deliberately raised her voice, asking, “Where’s Jiang Zhou? Fang Qiong’s had too much to drink. Call him to pick her up.”

The room fell silent once again.

After a while, Fang Qiong put down her glass, raised her hand to rub her forehead, and said, “He’s here. He just got upset with me and went to the restroom.”

“Is that so?”

Lin Qingchi didn’t seem to care about the answer. She casually muttered something about needing the restroom too, opened the door, and left without paying attention to anyone’s expression.

In the hallway:

“Where is he?”

【Ding-ding, on the third floor.】

Lin Qingchi spotted Jiang Zhou’s figure rounding the corner at the end of the hallway. With a quick pivot, she headed toward the stairs and ascended to the third floor.

Shen Yunzhou sat on the floor, leaning against the door. Scenes of Fang Qiong and Jiang Zhou’s interactions kept playing in his mind. He thought he wouldn’t care, wouldn’t be hurt, but now the pain cut to the bone.

It still hurt.

So much.

He had believed he loved less while Fang Qiong loved deeply. He thought if he couldn’t let go, surely, she couldn’t either. But…

Shen Yunzhou closed his eyes in agony.

What he believed was just his wishful thinking. It was all in his head.

Why did he even come back? There were no loved ones here, no one he cherished, just memories long discarded by others.

He should leave.

Tomorrow.

And never return.

Knock, knock.

The sound startled him. Shen Yunzhou’s eyes flew open, and he scrambled to his feet, rushing to open the door.

Lin Qingchi waved, “Hi.”

“…”

The smile in Shen Yunzhou’s eyes vanished instantly.

The disappointment on his face was so blatant that Lin Qingchi would’ve had to try very hard not to notice. Ignoring it, she lowered her eyes and brushed past him into the room.

“Nice room.”

She bypassed the sofa and stopped at the bed, commenting, “These roses aren’t bad either.”

Shen Yunzhou: “…”

He closed the door and approached, a slight frown of displeasure on his face. “Lin Qingchi.”

“Hmm?”

Lin Qingchi turned around, feigning surprise.

“Didn’t expect Zhouzhou still remembers me.”

Zhouzhou.

Shen Yunzhou froze.

In his sophomore year, during that scorching summer when school started, this junior had pinned him against the library wall, not too forcefully, just enough and softly bit him.

Since then, whenever they were alone, she never addressed him as “senior” or called him by his full name. Instead, she kept calling him “Zhouzhou.”

For a time, he had deluded himself into thinking Lin Qingchi liked him, until he overheard…

“What’s wrong? After all these years, you haven’t let anyone else call you that, have you?” Seeing him dazed, Lin Qingchi leaned in. “Senior, you’ve grown even more handsome than before.”

“…” Shameless!

“Please leave my room!”

Shen Yunzhou shoved her away and turned to open the door to send her out. But just as he took two steps, he suddenly felt something tighten around his waist. An arm encircled him, and he yelped in shock, “Let go!”

“No.”

“I’ll never let go.”

Hearing the teasing voice behind him, Shen Yunzhou clenched his teeth in frustration. Before he could react, his vision blurred, and in the next moment, he was dragged onto the bed.

“What are you doing?!”

Lying on the bed scattered with rose petals, Shen Yunzhou panicked completely as Lin Qingchi leaned over him.

“I’m not doing anything, just sleeping with you.”

Lin Qingchi pinned him down, deftly unbuttoning her shirt with one hand and tossing it aside. Under Shen Yunzhou’s shocked and angry gaze, she leaned in and bit his lips gently.

“Let me go! Are you crazy?!”

“Yes, I’ve been crazy for a long time.”

“…” Utter nonsense.

Click!

Shen Yunzhou froze, collapsing into despair.

“Lin Qingchi, you bastard!”

“Don’t you like it?”

“No, I don’t! Get off me!”

“Your body says otherwise.”

“…You’re lying!”

The corners of Shen Yunzhou’s eyes turned red, whether from shame, frustration, or anger, it wasn’t clear. His chest flushed a deep crimson.

Faced with such an expression, Lin Qingchi couldn’t have stopped even if she wanted to.

“Mm.”

A single tear slipped from Shen Yunzhou’s eye and trailed to the corner of his lips. Lin Qingchi tenderly licked it away, whispering, “Be good, Zhouzhou.”

And so, the night passed in indulgence.

At 7 a.m., Lin Qingchi was woken by her phone’s alarm. Before opening her eyes, she noticed the body in her arms was stiff.

She didn’t call him out.

Reaching for her phone, she saw a string of missed calls from Fang Qiong and a text from her assistant reminding her about a morning meeting with a CEO to discuss a collaboration.

Even though she knew Shen Yunzhou was pretending to be asleep, Lin Qingchi gently withdrew her arm, got out of bed, slipped on a robe, and went to the window to return the call.

“Qingchi, where are you?” Fang Qiong’s voice came through immediately.

“Just woke up. What’s up?” Lin Qingchi responded casually, her eyes fixed on the reflection in the glass. Shen Yunzhou was quietly getting dressed.

“Nothing, really. I just… wanted to know where you were last night.”

“I went back to Zijinyuan,” Lin Qingchi said, dragging her finger down the glass as she watched Shen Yunzhou sneakily pull on his pants.

“Back to Zijinyuan? But…” Fang Qiong tried to ask further, but Lin Qingchi cut her off, “I have something to do. Let’s talk later.”

After hanging up, Lin Qingchi turned and approached the frozen Shen Yunzhou step by step. She picked up his jacket from the side of the bed, helped him put it on, and fastened the buttons.

Shen Yunzhou held his breath, staring at the woman inches away. After a chaotic night, his thoughts drifted. Compared to their university days, she seemed taller, more beautiful.

Lin Qingchi didn’t look up. While fastening his cufflinks, she asked, “Do you have plans today? Want to come to my office?”

Shen Yunzhou’s breathing faltered.

Lin Qingchi continued, “I have an important meeting this morning. Come with me to the office, and we can head back home this afternoon.”

After adjusting his cuffs, she smoothed out his jacket and looked up at him. “Alright?”

Shen Yunzhou: “…”

Her tone was calm, almost coaxing, yet carried an undercurrent of control.

A dull ache bloomed in Shen Yunzhou’s heart. Under her gaze, he heard his own bitter voice escape his throat.

“Lin Qingchi, what am I to you?”

“Nine years ago, you toyed with me. Now I have nothing left, and you’re here again to tangle with me. What do you want? Are you helping someone else chase me again? Just… let me go.”

His eyes filled with sorrow and a resigned self-mockery. “I have nothing now. I just want to live quietly.”

“Lin Qingchi.”

He grabbed her hand.

“I’m begging you. Please… just let me go.”

Lin Qingchi’s heart clenched painfully.

Nine years ago, she and Fang Qiong had enrolled in Jinghua University together. On their first day, they saw Shen Yunzhou.

Lin Qingchi, who had always been groomed as the next heir of the Lin family, handled everything with composure. Yet the moment she laid eyes on Shen Yunzhou, she impulsively kissed him that very day.

Afterward, she deeply regretted it. When she found out Fang Qiong was interested in Shen Yunzhou, she wasn’t worried. Her instincts told her Shen Yunzhou wouldn’t like someone like Fang Qiong.

And she was right. After months of pursuing him, Fang Qiong still couldn’t melt Shen Yunzhou’s indifference. Lin Qingchi, however, kept her feelings hidden from everyone.