Stealing My Ex's White Moonlight - Chapter 11

A deathly silence hung in the air.

Cheng Yun opened her mouth, but no words came out. She felt something shatter within her.

The System stared in disbelief at this bizarre turn of events, its tone tinged with resentment. “Host, you did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t.”

“I strongly suspect you deliberately provoked Cheng Yun to make her witness this scene.”

Heh, how could this be considered deliberate? Shi Mi didn’t voice the thought, instead replying, “Don’t make accusations without evidence.”

The System dutifully warned, “You’re a supporting character, not the main villain. You can’t steal the White Moonlight, or you’ll be forcibly ejected from this world.”

The Original Host’s purpose was merely to enrich the渣女’s life story—a pure background character. Her final wishes were: to part ways peacefully and achieve a brilliant star path.

These two tasks could be completed independently, without affecting the main plot.

But Cheng Yun had gaslighted her for ten years!

Besides… Lin Wanqing.

Shi Mi dismissed the System’s warnings. Your Supporting Character Department’s previous Ace of Aces went to purify a villain—a pure background character—and ended up overthrowing the male and female leads, then eloping with the villain to be reborn together, laughing all the way.

The Ace of Aces’s reasoning was perfectly sound: By eliminating all the factors that drove the villain to darkness, aren’t I purifying him?

“Hmph, which eye of yours saw me steal the White Moonlight?”

The System finally understood what was strange: Shi Mi hadn’t stolen Cheng Yun’s White Moonlight; she had shattered their relationship.

Isn’t this violating the rules?

Shi Mi lazily yawned and strolled over to Lin Wanqing, leaning against her shoulder like a clinging vine. “See clearly now—who’s my sugar daddy?”

Lin Wanqing casually wrapped an arm around Shi Mi’s waist. “Do you have a problem with that?”

Cheng Yun glared at Lin Wanqing’s hand on Jiang You’s waist, wishing he could kill Jiang You on the spot. “Wanqing, what’s going on? How could you…?”

Lin Wanqing’s expression turned icy. “Miss Cheng, please maintain some decorum. We’re not close enough for you to address me by my first name.”

Cheng Yun froze.

We’ve worked on several dramas together—how can she say we’re not close?

“Besides,” Lin Wanqing continued, “I don’t need to explain my affairs to you, do I?”

Cheng Yun took a few steps forward. “Wanqing… Miss Lin, please let me explain. It’s not what you think… Jiang You is only getting close to you for her own purposes… We broke up long ago… She’s been clinging to me relentlessly… It’s true…”

What unexpected delight is this? Shi Mi immediately connected to the System. “Has the Original Host’s first wish—a peaceful breakup—been fulfilled?”

Faced with this chaotic plot twist, the System could only offer a helpless response: “No.”

“Oh, what a pity,” Shi Mi replied.

Cheng Yun seemed to have seized on something. “Exactly! Ever since I won Best Actress, she’s been threatening to expose me unless I provide her with film and television resources.”

“I couldn’t take it anymore and broke up with her. But she—she refused to accept it and kept clinging to me, refusing to let go.”

“Wanqing… Miss Lin, I’ll resolve things with Youyou as soon as possible…”

One had to admit, Cheng Yun truly deserved the Best Actress award. Her acting and delivery were so convincing that anyone unaware of the truth would likely believe her lies.

The two women and the System watched silently as she continued her performance.

Lin Wanqing: ? Are you seriously ill?

Shi Mi: ? Where the hell is my knife?

The System was dumbfounded. “In the original plot, the Original Host’s affair with Cheng Yun became a huge scandal. Cheng Yun’s explanation to Lin Wanqing was supposed to be… this? Why has it turned out like this?!”

Shi Mi: “Has this scumbag woman gone completely mad?”

The System explained, “The plot begins when Cheng Yun wins Best Actress and reunites with his White Moonlight, Lin Wanqing.”

It added, “The Original Host’s storyline was always just background filler.”

And further clarified, “Lin Wanqing is Cheng Yun’s obsession. Even though his character has deviated, his obsession remains.”

“Oh, I see,” Shi Mi replied.

As she spoke, Cheng Yun calmed down. “Wanqing, Jiang You’s approach to you is definitely malicious. You have no idea how much she’s loved me these past ten years—”

Ten years ago, after Youyou started dating Cheng Yun, she intentionally distanced herself from Lin Wanqing, and they gradually lost contact.

When they reunited, Youyou treated Lin Wanqing with indifference, her eyes fixed solely on Cheng Yun.

Ah, yes, Youyou loves Cheng Yun so much.

Each word felt like a needle prick. Lin Wanqing lowered her gaze, her fingertips trembling slightly.

As if hearing a colossal joke, Shi Mi sneered, “I love you?”

“I’ll show you what it means for me to love someone!”

With that, Shi Mi tilted Lin Wanqing’s chin and kissed her.

Warm, soft, and sweet.

Lin Wanqing’s eyes widened, her brain instantly starved of oxygen. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and her fingers, resting on Shi Mi’s waist, unconsciously curled, gripping her clothes tightly.

“Mmm…”

Lin Wanqing let out a soft moan, her legs going weak. Fortunately, Shi Mi wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her and preventing her from collapsing.

Shi Mi pulled back from her lips, then pecked them lightly again.

Lin Wanqing turned to Cheng Yun. “Love you? I’d rather touch you with a ten-foot pole!”

Cheng Yun stumbled back two steps, his face a mask of disbelief.

In their ten years of dating, they had held hands and shared hugs. But every time he tried to kiss her, Jiang You would turn her head, lower her eyes, and refuse any further intimacy.

Yet Jiang You had always been subservient, spending her own money to support him, and enduring his constant demands. No matter how he looked back, Jiang You had loved him to the core of her being.

So—she had refused to let him touch her because she found him disgusting?

Cheng Yun mechanically shifted his gaze to Lin Wanqing. Even his White Moonlight, Lin Wanqing, wasn’t rejecting Jiang You?

In fact, she seemed to be… enjoying it.

No!

Impossible!

Cheng Yun’s bl00d ran cold. He clenched his jaw so hard his teeth ached, his fingernails digging into his palms until they bled.

“Oh, and next time you come looking for me, bring fifty million yuan as a breakup fee. Otherwise, stay out of my sight. I find you—disgusting.”

Shi Mi’s eyes flashed sharply. “Get out!”

The System chimed in belatedly: “Host, you still have a mission related to Cheng Yun…”

Shi Mi snapped impatiently, “Didn’t I say this would be easy to resolve?”

The System fell silent.

Waaah, the Host is being mean to me!

The kiss was sweet and soft, and Lin Wanqing found herself unable to resist.

Her head was buried against Shi Mi’s shoulder, her chest rising and falling gently. Beads of sweat clung to strands of hair at her forehead, her eyes glistened brightly, and the faint scent of bamboo from Shi Mi’s body lingered around her nose.

I’ll show you what it’s like when I love someone!

Did Youyou kiss me just to make Cheng Yun jealous? Lin Wanqing bit her delicate red lip, the thought surfacing uncontrollably, her mind a chaotic blur.

Just as Lin Wanqing was about to push her away, Shi Mi’s arms tightened around her.

Shi Mi’s fingers threaded through Lin Wanqing’s smooth, dark hair, her warm breath brushing against her ear as she murmured in a seductive voice, “Don’t move. Let me hold you for a while.”

“You…” Lin Wanqing bit her lip, half a word catching in her throat. “It’s too late. I need to go home.”

Shi Mi’s fingertip twirled a strand of her hair. A flash of flower-shaped n1pple covers crossed her mind, and she suddenly felt like teasing her. “My cat can do backflips. Want to come see?”

Lin Wanqing looked puzzled. “How can a cat do backflips?”

Shi Mi chuckled. “Go up and see for yourself. The performance is spectacular—I guarantee you won’t want to go home.”

Lin Wanqing’s face flushed crimson as she realized what Shi Mi meant. She pushed her away and spat, “You… you pervert!”

With that, Lin Wanqing hurried away, her heels clicking against the floor. But then she stopped and turned back. “Here,” she said, handing Shi Mi a perfume gift bag. “Your favorite perfume.”

Shi Mi took the bag, her fingers deliberately brushing against Lin Wanqing’s palm.

“I thought about it carefully on the way back,” Shi Mi said, leaning closer. “It’s not the perfume that smells so good.”

“It’s the person wearing it.”

“My sugar mama.”

!!!

Lin Wanqing touched her lips, her heart brimming with happiness and sweetness, yet also a touch of shyness as she playfully punched the seat.

Uncle Liu, watching her through the rearview mirror, couldn’t help but feel concerned. What’s wrong with Miss Lin? Should I take her to the hospital?

Ahem, from today onward, I am Yoyo’s sugar mama.

She pulled out her phone and called Feng Zhimei.

Feng Zhimei answered the phone and immediately began to complain, “Director Jiang Yu is completely inflexible. His face darkened the moment he heard you weren’t coming in person, let alone discussing collaboration.”

“I kept smiling until my face ached…”

“Go to the mall tomorrow and buy a skincare set to pamper yourself. Use my card.”

Feng Zhimei perked up instantly. “I can still smile! Director Jiang Yu isn’t completely unreasonable. I think there’s still room for negotiation, plenty of it!”

“How did dinner with Jiang You go?”

Lin Wanqing teased, “Guess.”

“Did you finally manage to pin her down?”

Lin Wanqing pouted. “What do you mean ‘pin her down’? Can’t you use better phrasing?”

Feng Zhimei exclaimed, “Isn’t that what you’ve been wanting to do all along?”

Lin Wanqing was shocked. “How did you know? I thought I was hiding it so well!”

Feng Zhimei: …You might as well have written it on your forehead!

“So, you had some drinks with Jiang You, took her home, and found Cheng Yun waiting for her. After a brief confrontation, you stepped in as Jiang You’s sugar daddy and rescued her?”

“Mmm, that’s pretty much it.”

Feng Zhimei couldn’t help but wonder if Jiang You had deliberately provoked Cheng Yun and then used Lin Wanqing… No, I’m overthinking this, she told herself. I’ve met Jiang You—she’s simple and straightforward, not someone who schemes.

“So, what’s the plan?”

“Let’s leak Song Wei’s dirt. We need to make it explosive. Get a few top entertainment bloggers and video creators to write articles and make videos. Then buy some traffic and hire some online trolls to amplify it.”

“Got it. What about Jiang You? Should we push some resources her way?”

“Let’s wait until the Song Wei scandal blows over first.”

“Understood.”