Stealing My Ex's White Moonlight - Chapter 14

Yang Xiaoyan skipped along, humming a little tune. Sister Wanqing is calling for me! This time, I’ll definitely find a way to get into her bed.

Xu Yan followed behind, a flicker of malice in her eyes. Hmph, enjoy your little moment of happiness now. Soon you’ll be crying so hard you won’t even be able to make a sound!

“Sister Wanqing, I’m here!”

Lin Wanqing’s expression remained impassive, though the corner of her lips twitched slightly. “I don’t like talking to people I have to look up to.”

Realizing something was off about her tone, Yang Xiaoyan reluctantly crouched down, her voice cautious. “Sister Wanqing, what’s wrong?”

Lin Wanqing pressed her hand firmly onto Yang Xiaoyan’s shoulder, forcing her to her knees. Confusion clouded Yang Xiaoyan’s eyes. What’s happening?

When she saw Xu Yan’s smug smirk, she immediately understood Xu Yan was behind this. Having grown accustomed to throwing her weight around under Lin Wanqing’s protection, she snapped, “Xu Yan, did you do something?!”

As she tried to rise, Xu Yan slapped her across the face. “Miss Lin told you to kneel!”

The pent-up resentment Xu Yan had been harboring exploded with the slap, sending Yang Xiaoyan sprawling to the ground. Stars swam before her eyes as she instinctively looked to Lin Wanqing for help.

The woman who had always been gentle with her now stood cold and unyielding.

Why?

Lin Wanqing picked up a glass of water from the table and slowly poured it over Yang Xiaoyan’s head, her face twisted with disgust. “What do you think you are, daring to point fingers at my people?”

Though Yang Xiaoyan was scheming, she was still just an eighteen-year-old girl, unaccustomed to such humiliation. She burst into loud, ugly sobs.

Lin Wanqing frowned.

Xu Yan dragged Yang Xiaoyan out, sneering, “You’re just a receptionist who caught Miss Lin’s attention for a few days. Don’t even dream of getting into her bed. The cruelty of the wealthy elite will crush you before you even know what hit you.”

“What a mood killer,” Lin Wanqing muttered, glancing at the mirror. She hadn’t noticed Shi Mi standing behind her, watching with a faint smile.

Their eyes met in the reflection. Lin Wanqing looked away, turning to face her. “Did you see all that?”

Shi Mi leaned closer, her face inches from Lin Wanqing’s. “A truly spectacular performance.”

What is she getting at…? Lin Wanqing blinked, wondering if Shi Mi was teasing her.

Shi Mi was too close; her warm breath brushed Lin Wanqing’s cheek. Lin Wanqing instinctively leaned back a little. “I didn’t expect Yang Xiaoyan to cause you trouble. Don’t worry, it won’t happen again.”

Shi Mi chuckled. “Of course not. Now that the rightful owner has returned, she’ll have to make way.”

Lin Wanqing stammered, remembering how Youyou had once been cold and distant. Coincidentally, Yang Xiaoyan bore a five or six-point resemblance to Youyou from high school, so Lin Wanqing had given her a few pointers.

Caught off guard, Lin Wanqing felt embarrassed and didn’t know what to say.

“Ahem,” Feng Zhimei cleared her throat, pressing a fist to her lips. “Excuse me, ladies. Sorry to interrupt.”

Shi Mi straightened up.

A stylist wheeled in a garment rack draped with two evening gowns—one black, one white—covered by dustproof bags. A basket hung beside them, filled with various accessories.

“Change into these. Once you’re ready, I’ll send in the makeup artist and stylist.”

Feng Zhimei turned to leave, but the stylist remained rooted in place. Feng Zhimei frantically gestured with her eyes, but the stylist looked utterly confused. “Wanqing’s gown is very fitted. She can’t reach the zipper herself. I need to help her with the zipper…”

Feng Zhimei yanked her away. “We don’t need your help with the zipper!”

Once they were alone in the dressing room, Shi Mi walked over and locked the door.

Lin Wanqing’s heart fluttered nervously. Why is she locking the door? There’s a changing room inside.

“Which gown is yours?”

“The black one… I’ll change first.”

Lin Wanqing stood up hastily, grabbed the black gown, and hurried into the changing room. Being near Youyou felt suffocating; she always felt like she was about to suffocate.

After removing her clothes, she picked up two petal-shaped br3ast petals. The memory of that night when her dress had slipped flashed through her mind, and her cheeks flushed crimson.

The evening gown for the cocktail party was a deep V-neck, backless black dress, fastened at the back with two delicate silver chains that crisscrossed. The zipper was short, extending only from the hips to the waist.

Lin Wanqing could reach the zipper, but she couldn’t pull it up. After several attempts, her face flushed crimson, she called out, “Youyou, are you there?”

Shi Mi entered, her pupils contracting to pinpoints. Despite having traversed countless worlds and weathered countless storms, her heart skipped a beat at the sight before her.

Lin Wanqing stood barefoot on the dark gray carpet, her hands covering her chest. The zipper remained undone, and the two silver chains had slipped off her shoulders, exposing her entire back.

The meager fabric at the back of the dress, barely covering her hips, threatened to fall away completely, revealing the sheer black lace of her thong.

Her small face was flushed, her eyeliner winged upward, radiating a seductive allure.

Lin Wanqing bit her lip. “Help me with the zipper…”

The stark contrast between her snow-white skin and the jet-black fabric struck Shi Mi’s mind like a shock. Her gaze darkened as she reached out to fasten the silver chains.

The moment her fingertips brushed Lin Wanqing’s skin, a wave of goosebumps erupted across her flesh.

“Are you cold?”

“…No.”

Shi Mi drew Lin Wanqing closer, wrapping her arms around her waist and pressing her against her chest, savoring the softness of her body. “Then why are your ears so red?”

Lin Wanqing rested her chin on Shi Mi’s shoulder, panting slightly as if starved for air. “Hurry up and zip me up,” she gasped.

“Mm-hmm.”

Shi Mi’s gaze drifted down Lin Wanqing’s back. The evening gown clung to the curve of her hips, the unzipped fabric parting to reveal the black lace beneath.

Her voice deepened, “How did you know I liked black lace?”

Flustered, Lin Wanqing playfully punched her. “Just zip me up already!” she urged.

“Wear it for me in bed sometime, okay?” Shi Mi’s voice brushed against Lin Wanqing’s heart like a feather, instantly flushing her cheeks crimson.

Lin Wanqing was the heiress of the Lin Clan, born with a silver spoon in her mouth and the apple of Old Master Lin’s eye. Everyone treated her with utmost respect—no one had ever dared to be so flippant with her.

Yet, she found herself strangely unmoved by Shi Mi’s words.

Vaguely, she recalled Xu Yan’s relayed message: Mm, my bedroom skills are just that good. She really loves it.

Pah! Who loves it?! Lin Wanqing gritted her teeth. “You pervert!”

Shi Mi stopped teasing her, zipped up the dress, and tucked a strand of hair behind Lin Wanqing’s ear. “What kind of pervert acts like this? Hmm?”

Lin Wanqing remained silent, her face still flushed as she fled the room.

Just as Shi Mi was about to retrieve her own evening gown, Lin Wanqing returned, clutching a white dress. Her cheeks were still flushed as she thrust it into Shi Mi’s hands. “Here.”

“Aren’t you going to zip me up?”

Lin Wanqing glared at her. “Figure it out yourself.”