Stealing My Ex's White Moonlight - Chapter 19

Ten years of youth wasted on a dog, two slaps aren’t enough.

Zeng Mei was furious. Having an artist with too many ideas wasn’t always a good thing. What kind of childish nonsense was this? A petty spat between kids?

Still, the lines were quite neat. Ugh, now’s not the time to be thinking about that.

Shi Mi: “What are you standing around for? Get the PR team on it!”

Zeng Mei contacted the PR team and returned a moment later with a strange expression. “Lin Wanqing bought you traffic. Did you two plan this?”

Shi Mi nodded.

So I’m the only one who didn’t know?

“Then why did you call me?”

“Strength in numbers, right?”

Zeng Mei: “……”

Within an hour of Shi Mi’s Weibo update, the hashtag #ChengYunAndJiangYouTenYearsOfLove swiftly climbed to the top of the trending topics and went viral.

Her Weibo comments surged to 50,000, with the tone shifting dramatically as users rallied to Jiang You’s defense.

I was too afraid to speak up because of Cheng Yun’s fans’ attacks. I knew there would be a twist to this story. Why would a girl suddenly attack someone for no reason?

Only after their breakup did I learn they’d been together for ten years. This is the most tragic romance ever. My heart aches for Jiang You.

Where are Cheng Yun’s fans now, the ones who were shouting for her to get out of the entertainment industry?

As a casual fan, I visited the set once. Jiang You’s personality seemed quite nice.

Cheng Yun is no real woman. He let Jiang You endure this online bullying without clarifying anything. Breaking up was the right move.

Cheng Yun’s Weibo account was flooded with messages.

Most were from fans demanding the truth about the situation, while others were from onlookers who relished the drama and eagerly stirred the pot.

Sister Cheng Cheng, say something!

Are you really dating Jiang You? I don’t believe it! If it’s true, I’m unfollowing you immediately.

The ultimate scum woman! Wasting ten years of that girl’s youth.

I refuse to believe it. Just because someone claims they dated for ten years doesn’t make it true. Where’s the proof? I could just as easily claim I’m already married to Cheng Yun.

Disgusting! Jiang You is shamelessly riding Cheng Yun’s coattails for clout. Sister Cheng Cheng, we believe in you! The Cheng Family Army will always love and support you!

Cheng Yun, at the center of the public storm, saw the Weibo post immediately. Her mind raced, replaying Lin Wanqing’s bashful expression over and over.

The two of them…?

Impossible! There must be some misunderstanding! Cheng Yun gritted her teeth. Her White Moonlight could only be hers. What right did Jiang You—with her humble background, plain looks, and low education—have to even be in the picture?

That year, she had confessed to Jiang You in a moment of madness.

The first few days of their relationship were fine, but the novelty soon wore off. Jiang You clung to her constantly, making Cheng Yun feel like she was the only thing that mattered. A little coaxing was all it took to soothe Jiang You’s occasional moods, and before long, Cheng Yun simply stopped caring.

She had considered breaking up midway through, but Jiang You kept showering her with money.

Who could refuse that?

Now things were different. Cheng Yun had never forgotten Lin Wanqing. As Best Actress, wouldn’t it be demeaning to stay with Jiang You, a nobody in the industry?

Besides, after all these years, she was frankly bored.

But when she finally broke up with Jiang You, the latter used some underhanded tactics to quickly entangle herself with Cheng Yun’s White Moonlight.

Damn it!

Liang Yu held her breath, unsure of Cheng Yun’s intentions. After all they had shared, shouldn’t they part with dignity? Why drag things into court?

She felt suffocated.

“Sister Cheng, Jiang You has responded. We can’t just sit here and wait. She definitely has evidence of your relationship. We have to admit that…”

Cheng Yun abruptly cut her off. “Jiang You and I broke up long ago, didn’t we? She kept harassing me, begging to get back together. When I refused, she turned violent. And throughout our relationship, she constantly demanded large sums of money from me…”

Liang Yu’s mouth twitched. Isn’t this just fabricating facts, painting Jiang You as a gold-digging opportunist?

She hated this situation and tried to reason with him. “Jiang You will never admit to these baseless claims.”

“Who cares about the truth? We just need to rally the loudest support.”

Just then, Song Wei called, her voice dripping with concern. “Sister Cheng, are you okay?”

Cheng Yun’s expression softened considerably. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have to endure so much…” Song Wei said, her tone self-reproachful, but her face bloomed into a triumphant smile. Seeing Jiang You being dragged through the mud and verbally abused, she nearly wanted to set off firecrackers in celebration.

“Weiwei, it’s not your fault. Jiang You went too far.”

“But won’t her smear campaign against you backfire?”

“Don’t worry, my PR team isn’t just sitting around doing nothing.”

“That’s good.”

Song Wei hung up, her face flashing with cold calculation. Remembering the humiliation of being doused with cold water and choked, she thought, This little scandal isn’t enough.

Those entertainment reporters are like cold-blooded snakes, their forked tongues darting out as they stare you down. And I can only cower at home like a turtle, trembling with fear, unable to sit still.

Jiang You, you’ll taste that feeling too.

She dialed a number. “Hey, Brother Chao, ha ha, I just wanted to ask about Jiang You, who’s been so hot lately. It’s nothing big, but it might be a little helpful to you…”

Shi Mi, wearing slippers, returned home from grocery shopping when Zeng Mei called.

Zeng Mei peered anxiously through the window at the paparazzi swarming below. “Where are you right now?”

Shi Mi glanced around. “On my way back.”

“Don’t come back yet! Someone probably leaked your address to the paparazzi. They’re all over the place. Find somewhere to hide…”

“Hide? I can’t hear you—the signal’s bad… Hello? Hello?”

“I said!” Zeng Mei shouted, her voice resonating with frustration. “Don’t come back! Find somewhere to hide! It’s all paparazzi down there!”

“What? I—”

As Shi Mi spoke, she rounded a corner and saw the dense crowd of paparazzi below, armed with cameras and microphones. Without hesitation, she grabbed her bag of groceries and bolted.

“Jiang You’s over there!”

“Chase her!”

“Hurry, after her!”

The entertainment reporters split into groups, relentlessly pursuing her.

The scenery blurred past as Shi Mi sprinted. In her haste, two tomatoes and a potato tumbled out of the bag.

A ripe tomato rolled under a reporter’s foot. He stepped on it, and sticky tomato juice squished between his toes.

“Damn it!” he cursed.

Using her familiarity with the neighborhood, Shi Mi nimbly weaved through the narrow alleys, evading the reporters hot on her heels.

Even so, she couldn’t shake off the paparazzi.

Shi Mi turned a corner and spotted the paparazzi ahead, cameras in hand. She slammed on the brakes, spun around, and sprinted back the way she came, but they were hot on her heels.

To her left was the main road, but a guardrail blocked her path, trapping her completely.

The paparazzi were panting heavily, exhausted, while Shi Mi moved with effortless grace, showing no signs of fatigue.

The tomato-splattered reporter leaned against his knees, gasping for breath. His sticky, tomato-juice-covered toes squirmed in discomfort.

How can she look so unfazed? he wondered. We’re paparazzi, running ten kilometers a day to stay in shape, and we’re dying here. Her stamina is insane.

He almost called out, “Hey, let’s just sit down and talk. No more running!”

Instead, he watched as Shi Mi braced one hand against the guardrail, twisted sideways, and effortlessly vaulted over it, landing lightly on her feet.

The tomato-splattered reporter’s eyes widened in disbelief. That guardrail must be at least 1.5 meters tall! How did she just flip over it like that?

Still reeling from the shock, he saw his colleagues scrambling over the guardrail, continuing their pursuit.

Fvck, is this some kind of cop movie? he thought. Why are we pushing ourselves so hard…?

Gritting his teeth, the tomato-splattered reporter steeled his resolve and hauled himself over the guardrail. He spotted a black van speeding toward them, its door sliding open to reveal Lin Wanqing’s anxious face.

As the nanny van slowed beside Shi Mi, Lin Wanqing reached out her delicate arm. “Youyou.”

Shi Mi gripped her hand, planted her feet firmly on the ground, and with a powerful leap, flung herself into Lin Wanqing’s arms.

Their eyes met.

Lin Wanqing let out a silent sigh of relief.

“What are you doing here?” Shi Mi asked.

Lin Wanqing’s expression turned frosty. “Song Wei leaked your address to the paparazzi.”

Song Wei did this? No wonder so many reporters had suddenly started staking out her house.

Shi Mi’s face also darkened. It seemed the last lesson hadn’t taught her enough.

Feng Zhimei, driving, chimed in, “We have our own people among the paparazzi. When we got the tip, we tried calling you, but couldn’t reach you. We contacted your manager and learned you were being targeted.”

Shi Mi checked her phone and saw two belated missed calls. The poor signal in the alley must have prevented her from receiving them earlier.

Feng Zhimei continued, “Wanqing and I were already on our way to Film City when she insisted on coming here. She was worried about you. Luckily, we arrived just in time.”

Oh, Sister Zhimei, why are you saying all this?

Despite her thoughts, Lin Wanqing subtly puffed out her small chest.

Shi Mi’s lips curved into a smile, her heart warming. She gazed at Lin Wanqing and said, “My sugar mama really spoils me.”