Quick Transmigration: Saving the White Moonlight in a Matriarchal World - Chapter 6

Shen Yunzhou left Zijinyuan. 

After waking up from a beautiful dream, his mind cleared, chaotic as it was, neither Fang Qiong nor Lin Qingchi were people from his world. 

In his thirty years of life so far, the only person who had truly been there for him was his grandmother. She was the one who loved him most in the world, but she passed away six months ago. 

He hadn’t even seen her one last time. 

And it was all because of his decision eight years ago to agree to a relationship with Fang Qiong. If he hadn’t agreed, Fang Qiong’s mother wouldn’t have sent his grandmother to a nursing home. 

Two months after his grandmother passed, that lady from the Fang family finally informed him with a show of magnanimity. She withdrew her bodyguards, returned his documents, and let him return to his home country. 

But what was the point? 

He thought he had found love, only to watch it shift away. 

His only family was reduced to ashes. 

As for friends… Shen Yunzhou had none. 

He had nothing left except a body that was no longer young. Lin Qingchi wanted it, so he gave it. As for anything else, he didn’t want to give or even think about it. 

“Yunzhou, want to grab lunch together?” A woman in a professional suit with short, sleek hair and a carefully applied makeup look tapped on his desk, asking cheerfully. 

“No thanks, I’ve ordered delivery,” Shen Yunzhou replied casually, his eyes glued to the computer screen as his fingers flew over the keyboard. 

“Why do you always eat takeout?” The woman frowned, waited a moment, and then stomped away in her eight-centimeter black heels, clearly displeased. 

“Hey, Yunzhou,” a male colleague at the next desk leaned over conspiratorially. “Ever since you joined the company, Manager Wang keeps asking you to lunch. Is she trying to chase you?” 

“No,” Shen Yunzhou replied flatly. Glancing at the time on his screen, he added, “You should be heading to the manager’s office with the proposal.” 

“Ah, shoot! I’m late! Dead meat!” 

At 6 p.m., Shen Yunzhou saved his finished proposal, shut down his computer, said goodbye to a colleague still working overtime, clocked out, and took the elevator downstairs. 

As he stepped out of the building, he froze. 

On the side of the road stood a couple by a red sports car, familiar faces: Fang Qiong and Jiang Zhou. 

Seeing their intertwined fingers, Shen Yunzhou lowered his gaze, unsure of what he felt inside. 

They noticed him, too. 

Neither of them moved. 

“Looking for me?” In the end, it was Shen Yunzhou who walked over and broke the silence first. 

“I have something to discuss with you,” Jiang Zhou said. He deliberately flaunted his clasped hand with Fang Qiong, his eyes brimming with contempt and disdain. 

Shen Yunzhou glanced at him indifferently and turned to walk forward. 

“Let’s go somewhere else.” 

Jiang Zhou gritted his teeth in frustration. “What’s with the act?” 

“Let’s go,” Fang Qiong said, suppressing the pain in her eyes and keeping her face expressionless. 

Seeing her like this, Jiang Zhou felt displeased. He dropped his glaring at Shen Yunzhou’s back and obediently followed Fang Qiong, trailing behind Shen Yunzhou. 

The three of them sat down in a café. 

“Speak. What’s this about?” Shen Yunzhou didn’t touch the coffee in front of him. Instead, he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, meeting their gaze levelly. 

Jiang Zhou was so frustrated that his teeth hurt. Stirring his coffee too forcefully, he splashed some onto the table and sneered, “You took millions from the Fang family. Why are you working at such a small company?” 

“That’s my business,” Shen Yunzhou replied calmly. “What does it have to do with you?” 

“You—!” Jiang Zhou fumed. 

“If that’s all you wanted to say, I don’t see any reason for us to continue this conversation.” 

Shen Yunzhou made to leave. 

“Wait!” Fang Qiong’s voice was slightly urgent, but she composed herself within a second, her tone returning to indifference. “I have something to ask you.” 

Jiang Zhou looked at her in confusion. 

Shen Yunzhou sat back down. “If you have questions, ask them all at once.” 

“Hey!” Jiang Zhou glared at him, furious. Shen Yunzhou was the one who disappeared after taking millions, and now he was the one to reappear, acting all aloof and indifferent. 

“I only have one question,” Fang Qiong said, her heart feeling like it was being pricked with needles. “Did you ever truly like me? You must have known I could give you so much more, far more than two million.” 

For a brief moment, it felt like the air around their private table had frozen. 

Jiang Zhou’s expression turned dark, but like Fang Qiong, his eyes stayed locked on Shen Yunzhou’s face, unwilling to miss any flicker of emotion. 

“I…” Shen Yunzhou’s gaze flicked to the car parked across the street. The words caught in his throat, and after a moment, he stood up. 

“Don’t go!” 

Fang Qiong grabbed his wrist. 

“Answer me first.” 

“Fang Qiong!” Jiang Zhou shot to his feet, his eyes fixed on Fang Qiong’s hand clutching Shen Yunzhou’s wrist. 

The commotion quickly drew the attention of other patrons in the café. 

Shen Yunzhou almost found it laughable. 

Did it matter whether he had liked her or not? 

“Let go.” Shen Yunzhou’s expression turned cold. He forcefully shook off Fang Qiong’s hand, looked her straight in the eye, and spoke without hesitation, “If you really want an answer, here it is, no!” 

No? 

No. 

Shen Yunzhou left. Fang Qiong remained frozen, as though the shock had rendered her incapable of thought. 

Jiang Zhou’s face was livid with rage. 

She had claimed that she had moved on, claimed she only loved him now. So what was this broken, despondent act supposed to mean? 

Liar! 

Jiang Zhou stormed out, leaving Fang Qiong behind. 

Two minutes later, he came back. 

Jiang Zhou looked as if he had seen a ghost. “He, he got into Lin Qingchi’s car!” 

“?!” Fang Qiong’s face was a mix of confusion and disbelief. Suddenly, a realization dawned on her, and she whipped her head toward the window. 

Parked directly across the café was a silver Pagani. The driver’s side window was half-open, revealing a man and a woman sitting extremely close, almost as if they were kissing. 

“It’s really Lin Qingchi,” Jiang Zhou said, now staring at the scene as well. “Are they…kissing? Ah! She rolled up the window.” 

Bang! 

Fang Qiong stood so abruptly she bumped into the table. She brushed past Jiang Zhou and dashed out of the café, only to find nothing across the street. 

“Sorry I’m late,” Lin Qingchi said, driving the car. Her eyes darted to Shen Yunzhou, catching him wiping his lips with a tissue. Her gaze darkened slightly. 

Her look was so piercing it felt like it might burn a hole through him. Shen Yunzhou tried to feign indifference, but the intensity made it impossible. He turned his head to avoid her eyes. 

Once he was sure his lips were clean, Shen Yunzhou tucked the tissue away and said, “You didn’t mention how long you’d be gone. No need to apologize.” 

“Yet you were waiting for me,” Lin Qingchi replied with a smile. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have run out the moment you saw my car.” 

“…Wishful thinking.” Shen Yunzhou muttered the words under his breath. When he saw the familiar car, his body had moved faster than his mind. By the time he realized it, he was already in the car. 

“Fine, it’s my wishful thinking,” Lin Qingchi said lightly, unbothered. 

The ride continued in silence. 

Neither brought up the incident at the café. Lin Qingchi didn’t ask, and Shen Yunzhou didn’t offer. 

Shen Yunzhou stared at the villa before him. As expected, they had returned to the Zijinyuan. 

“Let yourself in,” Lin Qingchi said, remaining in the car. “The housekeeper hasn’t been around lately. I’ll go to the market and pick up some groceries.” 

“…Alright.” 

Standing at the door, Shen Yunzhou watched the car until it disappeared around the corner. Turning back, he was relieved to find he still had his key. He unlocked the door and stepped into the courtyard.