Stealing My Ex's White Moonlight - Chapter 10

Inside the car, Lin Wanqing glanced at her legs and nodded. They’re quite sturdy, perfect for hugging.

But should I intervene?

Should I step in and explain everything?

And then watch them reconcile and make up?

If I don’t explain, Youyou will get hurt.

Lin Wanqing suddenly remembered that day ten years ago when she and Youyou had parted ways. Cheng Yun had suddenly chased after her, asking for her contact information.

His intentions were clear.

She warned Cheng Yun sternly, then hesitated about whether to tell Youyou. But when she pictured Youyou’s blissful, radiant smile, she decided to keep it a secret.

Lin Wanqing, Lin Wanqing, you were always too soft-hearted. That’s why you pushed Youyou into the abyss.

Lin Wanqing made up her mind: she would rather die than intervene.

Cheng Yun gripped the doorknob, afraid to open it.

At that moment, she desperately wished the car would start and drive away, or that Jiang You would step forward to stop her.

But neither happened. It was as if everyone was waiting to see her humiliated, grinding her dignity into the dirt.

When did Jiang You betray me?

How long has this been going on? Why didn’t I notice anything?

Who is she with?

These thoughts flashed through Cheng Yun’s mind in rapid succession, driving her to the brink of madness.

Shi Mi sneered, “Afraid to open it?”

Cheng Yun regained some composure. “Jiang You, don’t try to provoke me. I’m just trying to save you some face. Let’s not make your two-timing any more embarrassing than it already is!”

“Oh, really?” Shi Mi advanced, her steps relentless. “Need some help?”

Her confident tone, showing no fear of confrontation, made Cheng Yun momentarily doubt herself. Had she misjudged Shi Mi?

Just as Cheng Yun began to waver, she caught the scent of alcohol on Shi Mi’s breath. In the past, Shi Mi’s world had been small; she never stayed out late, let alone drank.

As these thoughts swirled in her mind, Cheng Yun’s resolve crumbled again. Shi Mi’s ambiguous smile only deepened her unease.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Shi Mi clicked her tongue. “I was so foolish back then. I regret it so much now.”

What? Regret? Were all those vows of eternal love and sweet words just an act?

A chill ran down Cheng Yun’s spine. Then Shi Mi added, “Clinging to power gets you more resources. Why wouldn’t I?”

She really went out drinking with others? Even if I didn’t want her anymore, she had no right to let anyone else touch her without my consent.

“Jiang You!” Cheng Yun roared, his voice trembling with fury. “You’ve been plotting this all along, haven’t you? How dare you?”

After a moment of stunned silence, Shi Mi burst into laughter. “Best Actress Cheng, we’re all adults here. Stop acting like a child.”

“If you’re here to pay me off, I’d be delighted. Otherwise, get lost.”

System: Cheng Yun’s anger level has reached 100%. Provoking him will only bring you trouble!

 “I know,”  Shi Mi replied calmly.

Each word struck Cheng Yun like a dagger. Flames danced in his eyes as he glared at the tinted car window. Jiang You was acting so brazenly only because of the powerful figure backing her.

The odds of a third-rate actress like Jiang You hooking up with a Capital tycoon were astronomically low. At most, she might snag a top-tier actor to secure some film or TV roles, or perhaps orchestrate a publicity stunt with a fake romance.

As for this Business Car, even some of the actors Cheng Yun knew could afford one.

Would such a powerful figure risk offending the Best Actress for a mere third-rate actress?

Of course not.

If Jiang You were abandoned, she’d come crawling back, begging for mercy, wouldn’t she?

With this thought, Cheng Yun twisted the car door handle. “Jiang You, let’s see if your backer can protect you now!”

The door clicked open, and a pair of glossy, diamond-studded stilettos touched the ground. A water-green dress, slit to mid-thigh, revealed glimpses of long, pale legs.

Slender fingers gripped the door frame, followed by a breathtakingly beautiful face.

Cheng Yun staggered back two steps, his face frozen in shock.

How could it be her?

Ten years ago, Cheng Yun first met Lin Wanqing.

Lin Wanqing’s every smile and frown were deeply etched into her memory. Completely forgetting she already had a girlfriend, Cheng Yun recklessly pursued her, desperate to get her contact information.

Lin Wanqing sternly warned her to treat Jiang You well.

After entering the entertainment industry, long-buried memories resurfaced. Sitting in the audience, Cheng Yun watched the woman on stage accepting an award—radiant yet aloof, noble and untouchable. Her heart fluttered anew.

Following the awards ceremony, Cheng Yun joined the crowd offering congratulations. Lin Wanqing responded with a distant smile, her demeanor cool and detached.

Lin Wanqing didn’t remember her.

For a moment, Cheng Yun felt a flicker of relief. Could this mean Lin Wanqing also doesn’t remember I was Jiang You’s girlfriend?

After all, over the years, Cheng Yun had been subtly brainwashing Jiang You, insisting they belonged to different social strata and should avoid excessive contact with Lin Wanqing. Jiang You had complied, and their connection gradually faded.

Countless thoughts swirled in Cheng Yun’s mind. Fueled by Song Wei’s relentless pursuit, her ego swelled, and she grew increasingly convinced that Jiang You was beneath her. She began neglecting Jiang You.

I want to be with Lin Wanqing.

The idea took root and blossomed in her mind.

But what was happening now?

When had these two reconnected?

Did Jiang You know about this all along?

Was she doing this on purpose?! Leading me on a wild goose chase!

Deliberately embarrassing me in front of Wanqing!

Destroying my image in the goddess’s eyes!

Cheng Yun’s mind went blank. At that moment, she felt like a pathetic clown.

Inside the car, Lin Wanqing cupped her face, her eyes sparkling like stars.

Waaah, the old Youyou is back! So fierce!

That’s right, she should tear off that scummy woman’s hypocritical mask!

So what if she’s a sugar baby? So what if she’s clinging to a sugar daddy?

If Youyou wants to cling to my leg, I’m willing.

Lin Wanqing thought bitterly, Thank goodness I have money.

“Miss, should we leave?” Uncle Liu suddenly asked.

Lin Wanqing hesitated. Clearly, Youyou and Cheng Yun’s relationship had soured beyond repair. Whether she intervened to explain or not was irrelevant; they could never reconcile.

The main issue was whether Youyou would even want her involved, especially in this bizarre role as a “sugar daddy.”

Cheng Yun had been trying to confirm this, and Youyou hadn’t stopped her—did that mean she was willing?

Come to think of it, if Cheng Yun found out that Youyou’s sugar daddy was actually her, it would be a spectacular slap in the face.

Lin Wanqing immediately changed her mind. “We’re not leaving,” she told Uncle Liu.

Cheng Yun opened the door.

Lin Wanqing stepped out of the car, her movements graceful, noble, and coldly elegant.

Lin Wanqing looked down at Cheng Yun. “Am I qualified enough?”