Stealing My Ex's White Moonlight - Chapter 20

The nanny van pulled smoothly to a stop in front of the Meihong Five-Star Hotel in Film City.

Feng Zhimei turned to Jiang You and said, “Go change first, Jiang You. I’ll wait for you both downstairs.”

The two women, masked and wearing sunglasses, exited the van one after the other.

The Meihong Five-Star Hotel was owned by the Lin Group. The 42nd-floor penthouse suite, spanning nearly 400 square meters, was priced at a staggering 100,000 yuan per night. Yet, for now, it served merely as Lin Wanqing’s temporary residence during filming.

The entrance hall featured obsidian-studded floors that gleamed like mirrors. To the left stood a console table adorned with two colorful cloisonné lamps, while to the right was a compact walnut-colored cloakroom.

Beyond the entrance hall lay a spacious living room with floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of Film City.

The penthouse suite was meticulously cleaned daily by housekeeping staff, maintaining an immaculate, dust-free environment.

The walk-in closet, spanning twenty to thirty square meters, overflowed with clothing. Lin Wanqing selected a black top and pants and handed them to Shi Mi.

She pointed with her slender finger. “The bathroom is over there.”

As Shi Mi turned, Lin Wanqing sensed something amiss. She stared intently, then grabbed Shi Mi’s arm, her gaze fixed on her left calf. Her voice trembled slightly. “Your leg—”

“Hmm? What’s wrong?”

Before Shi Mi could react, Lin Wanqing had already pulled a tissue from the box, crouched down, and gently pressed it against the wound. Bl00d seeped through the tissue, staining her fingertips.

So cold.

Shi Mi glanced down. A jagged, bloody gash stretched from her ankle to her knee, beads of bl00d welling up and trickling down, a terrifying sight.

It must have happened when she climbed over the guardrail earlier, her pants snagging on something sharp and tearing, slicing her calf.

She hadn’t felt much pain, or she would have noticed sooner.

Lin Wanqing’s eyes darkened with fury. “You’re hurt.”

Shi Mi lowered her gaze, noticing Lin Wanqing’s curled lashes trembling slightly. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, a clear sign of tension and anger. A warmth bloomed in Shi Mi’s chest.

Lin Wanqing pulled her to the sofa. “I’ll get the first-aid kit. Let’s clean up your leg.”

She retrieved the kit and knelt beside Shi Mi, examining the wound closely. Shredded fabric clung to the gash like silken threads.

Frowning with concern, Lin Wanqing carefully removed the debris with tweezers.

Beneath her worry, rage simmered.

Song Wei deserved to die.

First, she bullied Youyou on set, then threw water and slapped her. Now, she’d committed this vile act—leaking Youyou’s address to entertainment reporters.

Those entertainment reporters were like rabid dogs, willing to do anything for clicks—smearing reputations, spreading rumors, staking out homes, and snapping invasive photos. Once they latched onto a target, they wouldn’t let go until they’d torn a piece of flesh.

If Lin Wanqing hadn’t arrived in time, she shuddered to think what might have happened to Youyou.

At that thought, Lin Wanqing clenched her teeth, itching to drag Song Wei out and give her a beating right then and there.

Shi Mi leaned her elbow on the table, propping her cheek in her hand, and gazed at Lin Wanqing with a light, airy look.

Watching Lin Wanqing’s expressions shift—her brow furrowing with concern one moment, her jaw tightening with anger the next—Shi Mi felt a warm glow spread through her chest. This minor injury suddenly seemed insignificant.

Lin Wanqing was wearing a gray-blue shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing a glimpse of the delicate white lace-trimmed lingerie beneath. The thin straps and tight jeans accentuated the curves of her hips.

Lost in her thoughts, Lin Wanqing unconsciously curled her toes.

“Does it hurt?” she asked anxiously.

Shi Mi smiled. “It does.”

Lin Wanqing pouted and gently blew on the wound.

“Madam Patron is so kind to me,” Shi Mi teased. “Your breath warms my heart and makes the pain vanish instantly.”

Lin Wanqing, rarely bashful, replied with a mix of embarrassment and pride, “Of course I’m kind to you. Who else would be your Madam Patron?”

She wrinkled her nose, her shy yet smug expression utterly adorable.

Shi Mi’s heart softened. “Madam Patron is so good to me, of course I’ll serve her well. How about warming her bed and giving her a bath?”

Xu Yan’s words suddenly flashed through Lin Wanqing’s mind: My bedroom skills are top-notch, she absolutely loves them. Her cheeks flushed slightly. “Hmph! Dream on! You’re lucky enough to be my little errand girl—fetching tea, rubbing my legs and shoulders, that’s about it.”

As she spoke, she cut off half of Shi Mi’s pants, disinfected the wound with iodine, and sprinkled Yunnan Baiyao powder on it.

Shi Mi’s eyes curved into crescents, her voice light and airy. “Being your errand girl is fine too. I’ll work hard to warm Madam Patron’s bed soon.”

Lin Wanqing’s face flushed again. “Warm my bed? Pfft! I don’t want that.”

“Hmm? I seem to remember someone used to love snuggling into my bed, saying it was so warm and cozy… that they loved it, loved it, loved it. Don’t you like it anymore?”

My bedroom skills are top-notch, she absolutely loves them. Xu Yan’s words echoed in Lin Wanqing’s ears again, her earlobes slowly turning red. She whined softly, “Aiya, you’re so annoying! Stop it, stop it!”

After finishing the bandaging, Lin Wanqing looked up to find Shi Mi propping her chin on her hand, staring intently at her.

Is there something on my face? Lin Wanqing touched her cheek and asked.

“No.”

Lin Wanqing looked puzzled. “Then why are you staring at me like that…?”

Shi Mi leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against Lin Wanqing’s face.

Half of Lin Wanqing’s face tingled. Her dark, luminous eyes seemed to possess an inescapable magic, piercing right through her.

Sometimes when Shi Mi spoke to her, sometimes when she simply looked at her, Lin Wanqing always felt… hot.

Yes, hot.

Burning, burning hot.

Lin Wanqing’s heart pounded. Biting her lip, she whispered, “W-what are you doing… getting so close?”

Shi Mi reached out and gently pinched Lin Wanqing’s cheek, her touch neither too firm nor too light. “What could I possibly be doing?”

Her fingers were so soft against Lin Wanqing’s skin, it always felt…

“Who knows what you’re up to?”

Shi Mi reached out and tugged at Lin Wanqing’s collar.

“You’re showing too much.”

“Ah!”

Lin Wanqing frantically clutched her collar.

“The little flower pasties you wore last time were quite cute too. This time it’s…”

It would have been better if Shi Mi hadn’t said anything. Now Lin Wanqing was both embarrassed and furious, ready to explode. Her face flushed through several shades of red as she slapped a hand over Shi Mi’s mouth. “Don’t say another word!”

Shi Mi blinked and gently blew a breath.

Lin Wanqing’s palm felt like it was burning. But Shi Mi wasn’t finished yet. She extended her tongue and lightly touched the center of Wanqing’s palm.

The soft, damp sensation sent a jolt through Wanqing, and she jerked her hand back as if electrocuted.

“I remember someone used to sleep without a bra for comfort. When she couldn’t take it off herself, she’d ask me to unhook it…”

Wanqing’s neck flushed crimson. “That’s different!”

“How is it different?”

Wanqing stomped her foot. If she continued arguing about this, she’d go mad. She grabbed a pillow from the sofa and threw it at Shi Mi.

Shi Mi caught it effortlessly.

“It’s just different! You’re so annoying!”