Stealing My Ex's White Moonlight - Chapter 27

Lin Huanhuan’s sudden kneeling brought most of the crew to a standstill, their eyes fixed on the scene.

It was just a light step on her foot. What kind of grudge requires a kneeling apology for forgiveness?

Their gazes toward Shi Mi were tinged with unease, yet Shi Mi remained utterly composed, as if she were born to receive such a gesture.

The scene was both bizarre and commonplace, leaving anyone who considered intervening feeling helpless. A wave of sympathy washed over them for Lin Huanhuan.

Has Huanhuan been kneeling for long? Her knees must be killing her.

Lin Huanhuan’s knees indeed throbbed painfully, but she couldn’t be sure if Shi Mi had calmed down. Since she hadn’t been told to rise, she endured the pain.

I’ve already bowed deeply in public and knelt to apologize. Why is she acting like nothing happened?

With so many people watching, shouldn’t she be magnanimously forgiving me by now?

Could it be that my efforts weren’t convincing enough?

Should I kowtow to really sell it, just in case she whispers in Cousin Wanqing’s ear later? Otherwise, this whole bowing and kneeling act will have been a complete waste of time.

As Lin Huanhuan pondered this, the sliver of light before her suddenly dimmed.

She looked up and saw him propped up on the rocking chair, his elbow resting on the armrest as he supported his chin, gazing down at her.

Lin Huanhuan’s heart jolted when she saw the bright, calm eyes beneath the brim of his hat. “I’m sorry! I was wrong about what happened earlier!” she blurted out.

Her voice trembled with emotion, and she instinctively moved to kowtow. But he stopped her with a detached tone: “Don’t embarrass your cousin.”

Embarrass?

Lin Huanhuan froze.

So… so… she had been embarrassing herself all along?

Did Cousin Wanqing feel the same way?

As if her soul had fled, she allowed Chang Bing to pull her to her feet. Her legs were numb from kneeling; without Chang Bing’s support, she would have collapsed.

Chang Bing guided her to the rest area. Only after they sat down did Lin Huanhuan snap out of her daze. “Am I really that embarrassing?” she asked blankly.

Chang Bing crouched down, carefully brushing the dirt off her clothes. She looked up at Lin Huanhuan, her voice soft but firm: “In my heart, Sister Huanhuan will always be the best.”

Lin Huanhuan suddenly smiled, poking Chang Bing’s forehead with a finger. “You don’t know a thing.”

Lin Wanqing was so deeply immersed in her role that she was completely unaware of everything happening around her. When the Director finally called “Cut!” she emerged from her performance, still savoring the moment. Her first instinct was to look for Shi Mi.

She spotted Shi Mi standing there, watching her with a radiant smile.

Overwhelmed with joy, Lin Wanqing lifted her skirt and rushed toward her, though she couldn’t explain why she felt compelled to run when Shi Mi was standing right there, not about to leave.

Just get to her first, she thought.

She nearly tripped in her haste, but Shi Mi caught her arm. “Careful,” she said.

“Mhm! Why are you standing all the way over here?”

Shi Mi chuckled. “It’s too far to see you clearly from there.”

Lin Wanqing huffed twice. “So what?”

The non sequitur hung in the air, but Shi Mi instantly understood her meaning. “You acted brilliantly,” she praised.

Lin Wanqing’s face lit up like a child receiving candy, her eyes curving into crescents. “Well, who else would I be?”

Shi Mi brushed a strand of hair from her face. “My wife, of course.”

Lin Wanqing blushed. “Don’t call me that so casually!”

Nearby, Lin Huanhuan stared blankly at the scene, her mind suddenly echoing her brother Lin Yuan’s words: Miss Lin is protecting her! Miss Lin loves her!

Is this what it means to like someone?

Around nine o’clock that evening, after Lin Wanqing finished reshooting her scenes for the day, Feng Zhimei arrived promptly in her nanny van. She had already heard about Lin Huanhuan’s situation from Liu Zhi.

Lin Huanhuan had always disliked Lin Wanqing, constantly trying to outdo her in everything.

How childish, Lin Wanqing thought. I can’t be bothered with her antics. Good riddance—let her suffer a bit and learn her lesson.

As they drove away, Feng Zhimei asked, “Do you have anywhere to go right now?”

Feng Zhimei’s question reminded them that Shi Mi was currently being hounded by entertainment reporters like a “stray dog.” The commotion over Lin Huanhuan’s scandal had nearly made them forget this pressing matter.

Shi Mi hesitated.

The Original Host’s entire world had revolved around Cheng Yun, leaving her completely isolated with no friends. Where could she possibly go?

A hotel might work.

Feng Zhimei immediately countered, “Hotels aren’t secure enough. Reporters could easily track you down there.”

Lin Wanqing’s thoughts drifted, her mind screaming, Come to my place! Come to my place! I have plenty of spare rooms!

“Why don’t you hide out at Wanqing’s for a while?” Feng Zhimei paused. “She has spare rooms.”

!!! Lin Wanqing’s spirits soared. Good job, Feng Zhimei! I’ll give you a raise and a bonus at the end of the year!

Shi Mi saw through Lin Wanqing’s little scheme, but she remained composed. “Alright,” she said calmly.

Tang City Community, located in the heart of Yangjiang City’s CBD, sits along the Yangjiang River, offering panoramic views of the water. It boasts world-class amenities, state-of-the-art facilities, and a comprehensive security system.

In the underground parking garage of Tang City Community, Feng Zhimei asked, “Should I have Zeng Mei bring you some clothes?”

Before Shi Mi could answer, Lin Wanqing interjected, “No, no need! Ah—I mean, I have plenty of clothes at home. We’re about the same size, so she can just borrow whatever she wants. Besides, having Zeng Mei come here might attract unwanted attention.”

Well, well, she’s getting the hang of this.

Feng Zhimei smiled, choosing not to expose Lin Wanqing’s ulterior motives.

The sprawling 700-square-meter penthouse featured floor-to-ceiling windows spanning 11 meters in the living room and a 30-meter-long balcony that wrapped around half the apartment.

It was already night, and neither of them had eaten dinner.

Lin Wanqing’s meals were prepared and delivered by her personal chefs. At dinnertime, two chefs arrived carrying insulated boxes and arranged the dishes on the table.

The chefs remained to clear the dishes after the meal.

Shi Mi emerged from the walk-in closet in a fresh set of clothes. The two chefs couldn’t help but feel curious—this was the first time they had seen anyone other than Miss Lin in her home.

“Who’s this? She’s quite pretty.”

A simple meal of four dishes and a soup, still steaming hot, sat on the table.

Lin Wanqing propped her chin on her hand, listlessly picking at her rice. She glanced at Shi Mi. “Tomorrow for breakfast, I want tomato and egg noodles.”

The tall chef looked puzzled. Why has Miss Lin’s taste become so simple?

Despite his confusion, he stepped forward, clasping his hands. “Very well, Miss Lin. I’ll prepare them and bring them over tomorrow.”

Lin Wanqing continued picking at her rice, ignoring him.

The brief silence made the tall chef uneasy. Could the meal not be to her liking? That can’t be right. With ten years of experience, my cooking has always been consistent.

His anxiety grew. He asked again, “Miss Lin, would eight o’clock tomorrow morning be convenient?”

Deathly silence.

The tall chef panicked. This job required him to be on call, cooking for Lin Wanqing. Since she rarely ate at home, it was essentially a part-time position with a full-time salary—absurdly generous.

The main reason was Lin Wanqing’s cold demeanor. Unlike other wealthy patrons, she wasn’t demanding or arrogant, making her relatively easy to serve.

If I lose this job, where else would I find something like this?

The tall chef instinctively turned to his partner, the stout chef, who silently shook his head.

He didn’t understand the gesture, and the stout chef grew frantic, his gaze darting between Shi Mi and Lin Wanqing as he frantically signaled with his eyes.

The tall chef finally realized—the remark wasn’t directed at him.

He bowed slightly. “Miss Lin, I spoke out of turn.”

Lin Wanqing gave a curt “Hmm.”

Meanwhile, Shi Mi chewed slowly, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “You want tomato and egg noodles?”

Lin Wanqing’s lips curved into a smile. “Yes, I do.”

“Do we have the ingredients at home?”

Lin Wanqing disliked the smell of cooking oil and never used the kitchen, so it was completely empty.

The stout chef, ever quick-witted, chimed in, “Miss Lin, I’ll have them delivered to your home around eight tomorrow morning.”

Lin Wanqing tilted her head to look at him. “Tell Aunt Mei to give you a raise. Tell her I said so.”

Aunt Mei was the Lin Family’s housekeeper, responsible for managing all personnel and resources, including Lin Wanqing’s food, clothing, accommodation, and transportation.

The plump chef beamed. “Thank you, Miss Lin! I’ll continue to work hard.”

After they finished eating, the chef cleared the dishes and left. The tall Head Chef let out a long sigh of relief. “Thanks again, buddy. I really appreciate it.”

“No need to be so formal. Just treat me to a meal sometime.”

“Absolutely! But we don’t have much left for tomato and egg noodles. We can deliver them later tonight, or we’ll have to get up early tomorrow.”

The plump chef rolled his eyes. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? Miss Lin and that—”

He paused, refraining from elaborating. “Sigh… Anyway, we need to buy more than just ingredients for tomato and egg noodles. We need chicken, duck, fish, meat, seafood, abalone, lobster, rice, oil, salt, and all kinds of seasonings.”

The tall Head Chef nodded vaguely, looking only half-understanding.

The plump chef sighed. “All that height wasted.”

It was obvious Miss Lin was planning to move in with that woman!