Quick Transmigration: Saving the White Moonlight in a Matriarchal World - Chapter 5

“You didn’t give me a chance.” 

“What?” 

“I said, I wanted to tell you, but you didn’t give me a chance.” Lin Qingchi finally pierced through the fog and said, “Did you forget? Back then, you kept avoiding me. To avoid me, you even quit a part-time job.” 

Shen Yunzhou’s face turned pale. 

That’s right. 

Eight years ago, just a few days after the photo incident, he heard those rumors. He began avoiding Lin Qingchi, refusing to exchange a single word with her. 

But now— 

She’s blaming him?! 

What right did she have to blame him?! 

Years of suppressed resentment, anger, and bitterness surged to the surface. Shen Yunzhou gritted his teeth and spat, “That was because you toyed with me first! You were shameless! You jerk!” 

“When did I ever toy with you?” 

Lin Qingchi feigned confusion. “Since this morning, you’ve been accusing me of messing with you. When did I ever do that?” 

Shen Yunzhou: “…” 

Frustrated and caught off guard, he blurted out before he could think. 

“You’re messing with me right now!” 

“If you didn’t want to admit it, why didn’t you refute me this morning? And now you deny it!” 

“You forced me in the library and kept approaching me in private afterward, wasn’t it all to help Fang Qiong pursue me?!” 

“I did as you wanted. I dated her, I fell for her, what more do you want?! And now… now that Fang Qiong doesn’t like me anymore, you show me my photo just to torment me.” 

Shen Yunzhou’s emotions boiled over, his words firing like a machine gun. By the time he finished, he was trembling all over. 

The once-proud and resilient Shen Yunzhou had been crushed by a relationship gone wrong, leaving him insecure and broken. 

He couldn’t believe it, or rather, didn’t want to believe it, that eight years ago, he had been wrong… That he wasn’t deluding himself, and Lin Qingchi had indeed liked him. 

It was he who hadn’t given Lin Qingchi a chance to explain. 

From last night until now, Shen Yunzhou had been completely passive, overwhelmed by the whirlwind of revelations that turned his world upside down and left him in agony. 

Lin Qingchi felt a pang of heartache. But she knew that if she stopped now, once Shen Yunzhou calmed down, he would surely run away again. 

So she had to lay it all bare. 

“I didn’t.” 

Lin Qingchi said, “I approached you because I wanted to get close to you. It had nothing to do with anyone else, and certainly nothing to do with Fang Qiong.” 

“Nine years ago, I overthought everything, hesitated, and held back. I didn’t fully convey my feelings to you… Zhouzhou, I’ve liked you. I’ve liked you since nine years ago.” 

Shen Yunzhou: “…” 

What he had never dared to dream of, what he had assumed was just wishful thinking, was real. 

Shen Yunzhou lowered his head, a bitter smile on his lips. 

“Liked me?” 

“Lin Qingchi, it’s too late.” 

Lin Qingchi’s heart skipped a beat. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him tightly. “It’s not too late. It’s never too late. Trust me.” 

Shen Yunzhou shook his head, tears welling up before finally spilling over. “It’s too late. I fell in love with Fang Qiong. I can’t undo it.” 

Lin Qingchi denied it immediately. “You didn’t fall in love with her. If you truly loved her, why wouldn’t you let her touch you even once throughout your entire relationship?” 

Shen Yunzhou froze, his tears inexplicably stopping. 

Seeing his lack of rebuttal, Lin Qingchi pressed on. “If you really loved her, you wouldn’t have come to bed with me last night.” 

Shen Yunzhou: “…” 

Shen Yunzhou, now furious and embarrassed, snapped, “You forced me! You pinned me down-“ 

“Why didn’t you run when I let go of you in the middle of the night? Instead, you held onto me willingly,” Lin Qingchi said softly, cutting him off. 

Shen Yunzhou: “…” 

He wanted to bang his head against the wall! 

Lin Qingchi sighed, gently patting his back and coaxing, “Zhouzhou, get some sleep, okay? You’re exhausted.” 

They had only stopped around 3 or 4 a.m. the night before. She had woken up at 7, but Shen Yunzhou… she wasn’t sure if he had woken up earlier or hadn’t slept at all. 

Lin Qingchi could sense that he hadn’t truly relaxed since last night. Everything that needed to be said or done had been addressed. Now, he needed a good sleep to clear his mind. 

Though Shen Yunzhou was still visibly frazzled, Lin Qingchi clearly saw through his turmoil. Without waiting for his answer, she released him, took his hand, and guided him back to the bedroom. 

“Sleep now. I’ll leave once you’ve fallen asleep.” 

Lin Qingchi sat by the bed, tucked him in, and kept her gaze fixed on him until he closed his eyes. 

This was Lin Qingchi’s bedroom. The pillows and quilt carried her scent. Shen Yunzhou thought he wouldn’t be able to sleep, but within a few minutes, he drifted off into a deep slumber. 

Even in his dreams, he could still catch Lin Qingchi’s familiar yet foreign scent, a fragrance that brought him immense comfort. 

In his dream, he returned to eight years ago. This time, after hearing those words, he didn’t bury his head in the sand. Instead, he directly confronted Lin Qingchi. 

The misunderstanding was cleared. 

He didn’t avoid Lin Qingchi, nor did he agree to Fang Qiong’s pursuit a year later. After graduation and entering the workforce, they dated for two years and built a small home together. 

In this home was his only family Lin Qingchi, the woman in designer clothes and luxury cars, who was still willing to share a humble bowl of tofu pudding with him. They got married. 

Lin Qingchi respected and understood him. With her support, he worked tirelessly and built his own business empire, one that rivaled anyone else’s success. 

Sixty years passed, and when they both grew too old to walk, Lin Qingchi was still holding his hand, staying by his side until the very end. 

It was a beautiful dream. 

But compared to reality, it was worlds apart. 

[“Qingchi, you’re giving him such a beautiful dream. When he wakes up and realizes the difference between the dream and reality, won’t it hurt more?”] 

005’s voice rang in Lin Qingchi’s head. 

“The pain will help.” 

[“Why? Aren’t you here to save him? Shouldn’t you make him happy?”] 

“You wouldn’t understand even if I explained.” 

[“Beep! Are you underestimating me, the great system?”] 

Lin Qingchi remained silent. She took off her glasses, placed them on the table, pinched the bridge of her nose, and leaned back against the chair for a brief nap. 

Twenty minutes later, her phone buzzed. She opened her eyes, took half a minute to steady herself, and answered the call on speaker. 

“Boss, it’s almost time.” 

“Hmm. Pick me up at Zijinyuan.” 

“Understood. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” 

Lin Qingchi hung up, glanced at the time in the corner of her computer screen, 4:00 a.m. 

A flight at 6:00 a.m., heading to Italy. 

In the original timeline, Lin Qingchi’s counterpart had left the country on this very day. She had stayed abroad for ten years, and by the time she returned, she had lost everything. 

Now, Lin Qingchi was also leaving. But she wouldn’t stay in Italy for a decade. 

Shen Yunzhou was still asleep. Lin Qingchi left a note under a photo frame, packed her things, and quietly headed downstairs. 

5:20 a.m. 

Shen Yunzhou opened his eyes. 

The bedroom was silent. At some point, the curtains over the floor-to-ceiling windows had been drawn. Sitting up, Shen Yunzhou noticed a note. 

“Wait for me at home.” 

Just four words. 

Holding the note, Shen Yunzhou got out of bed, walked downstairs, and passed through the living room to the front hallway. There, he spotted the keys Lin Qingchi had left behind. 

Turning his gaze away, Shen Yunzhou walked to the door, gripped the handle, and twisted it gently. 

With a soft beep, the door slowly opened before him.