Stealing My Ex's White Moonlight - Chapter 5

“Hey, guess who I ran into in the restroom just now?”

“Who?”

“Ah? Sister Jiang must have been bullied terribly. Song Wei is going too far.”

“No, no, you’re way off. I was too scared to go in when I saw them, but the door was locked, so I peeked through the window. Guess what I saw?”

“Stop teasing and just tell us!”

“Sister Jiang grabbed a bucket of water and dumped it all over Song Wei!”

The others stared in disbelief. Was this really the same docile, long-suffering Jiang You they knew?

“That’s not even the best part! Sister Jiang slapped her twice, so hard Song Wei nearly flew across the room!”

“And then? What happened next?”

The person shrugged. “I heard someone coming and ran.”

“Shh, look! It’s Song Wei.”

Song Wei emerged from the restroom.

Gone was her usual arrogant swagger. Now she walked with a vacant, hollow-eyed gaze, as if her soul had fled her body.

Soaked to the bone, her clothes clung to her body, revealing glimpses of her figure beneath. A clear palm print marked her cheek, and a distinct ligature mark circled her neck.

She looked utterly wretched.

Song Wei had a history of bullying and abusing her staff, earning their resentment. Now, witnessing her miserable state, they dared not speak aloud but secretly rejoiced in her misfortune.

Not a single person offered to help.

Her assistant approached with a towel. “Sister Wei, wipe yourself dry.”

Song Wei snatched the towel and flung it at the assistant’s face. “Get lost! Aren’t you embarrassed enough already?”

The assistant shrank back, head bowed, and remained silent.

Song Wei glared at the gawking onlookers. “What are you staring at?!”

The staff quickly averted their eyes, avoiding her gaze.

Fuming, Song Wei stormed off, her assistant hurrying after her with the towel.

I thought our feelings would have grown distant after ten years apart.

But she’s still the same as she was a decade ago—so easily teased.

Remembering Lin Wanqing’s flushed cheeks after my teasing, Shi Mi felt an inexplicable surge of joy.

Ah, I forgot to get her contact information. No matter, there’s plenty of time.

The production assistant, seeing Shi Mi emerge from the restroom, couldn’t help but ask, “Sister Jiang, did you do that?”

Shi Mi neither confirmed nor denied it.

The assistant gave her a thumbs-up. “Sister Jiang, I always thought you were so gentle and mild-mannered. But your explosive power is terrifying! Tsk tsk tsk, Song Wei probably won’t dare provoke you for a long time.”

The surrounding crew members gathered around.

“Song Wei brought it on herself. You handled it perfectly!”

“Yeah, Sister Jiang! We’ve always seen you silently endure her bullying. Finally getting your revenge feels so satisfying!”

“Song Wei looked absolutely pathetic just now.”

Someone asked, “But won’t Song Wei retaliate?”

Shi Mi couldn’t care less whether Song Wei retaliated or not.

With her face swollen, the next scenes couldn’t be filmed. Shi Mi had no choice but to drive home.

The Original Host had been such a devoted wife and mother, so frugal and hardworking, that she didn’t even have a personal assistant.

Driving was exhausting.

Back home, Shi Mi took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and grabbed ice from the freezer to apply to her face. She kept it on for over an hour until her fingers went numb before finally taking it off.

Just then, she received several photos from Cheng Yun. Clicking to enlarge them, she noted the decent clarity but amateurish composition, lacking any artistic flair.

Cheng Yun sent another message: Jiang You, I’m giving you one chance. Come apologize to me, or I’ll leak these photos to the entertainment reporters and ruin your reputation.

Threats were the last thing Shi Mi feared.

Ignoring him, she poured herself a glass of water and immediately opened her laptop to search for Lin Wanqing.

A blizzard of information flooded the screen.

Lin Wanqing was practically God’s darling: flawless looks, masterful acting, Best Actress at a young age, beautiful, wealthy, and the dream girl of countless admirers.

Shi Mi took a sip of water. Cheng Yun sent another message: Jiang You! When did you become so vicious?! Weiwei is so kind and innocent, and you’re bullying her!

Pfft!

Shi Mi spat a mouthful of water onto the screen. This Cheng Yun is a complete idiot! How could someone like her be the protagonist? Oh, right, her character arc has already collapsed.

The Original Host logged off too early and never knew how the plot would unfold. Now that Cheng Yun’s “scumbag woman” persona had collapsed, would she still end up with the White Moonlight?

“Of course. They got married. Happy ending.”

Seriously? The world’s ability to correct the plot was absurdly powerful.

Shi Mi asked casually, “Who’s the White Moonlight?”

“Lin Wanqing.”

Shi Mi’s heart jolted. “?”

 “Huh? The plot explained it,”  the System replied.

Back then, when Shi Mi had awakened her consciousness and learned she’d been gaslit for ten years, she’d been blinded by rage and hadn’t paid attention to such minor details.

Her mood soured instantly. Shi Mi tightened her grip, and the ceramic cup shattered with a crack. How could that scumbag Cheng Yun ever deserve her Wanqing?

Sensing her thoughts, the System drifted closer and warned,  “Your mission doesn’t involve the main plot. Maintain distance from the White Moonlight. If Heaven’s Dao detects your interference, you’ll be forcibly expelled from this world.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Just then, Cheng Yun sent another message: I’ve changed my mind. You need to apologize not just to me, but to Song Wei too.

Shi Mi wiped the water stains from her hands with a tissue, her fingers itching to drag Cheng Yun out of the screen and beat her up again.

Cheng Yun’s dressing room.

Liang Yu held her breath, afraid to make a sound. Sister Cheng’s mood had been terrible these past few days, her face so dark it seemed like ink could drip from it.

She’s going to wear a hole through that phone…

Cheng Yun turned off her phone screen, then immediately turned it back on, repeating the action several times. She opened WeChat and stared at their chat history, which remained stuck on her last message: I’ve changed my mind. You need to apologize not just to me, but to Song Wei as well.

“Has Jiang You called yet?”

“No… no.”

Cheng Yun’s anger flared.

Jiang You has gotten bold, daring to give me the cold shoulder and ignore my warnings. Does she think I’m just bluffing? Or does she simply not care?

Regardless of the reason, Cheng Yun was deeply displeased.

Could this breakup have hit her harder than I thought? After breaking up with me, where else would she find a woman as exceptional as me?

How could she even think about checking her phone?

The more Cheng Yun considered this, the more plausible it seemed. “Has her phone run out of credit?”

Liang Yu was speechless, unable to follow the woman’s erratic train of thought.

“Recharge her phone with ten yuan.”

“…………? Okay.”

Half an hour later.

Cheng Yun tapped her fingers impatiently on the table. “Has the credit arrived yet?”

This was the tenth time Cheng Yun had asked. Liang Yu remained utterly calm, replying mechanically, “It’s been transferred.”

“Then why hasn’t she contacted me yet?”

Cheng Yun stared at his phone’s blank screen, thinking that if she called to beg for forgiveness, he might spare her life but not her punishment. He could withhold the photos from the entertainment reporters, but she would still need to apologize to him and Song Wei.

Song Wei… The thought of that kind, innocent woman stirred Cheng Yun’s protective instincts. How could she have provoked Jiang You just to vent his anger?

This showed just how shameless Jiang You’s actions had been, driving even the gentle Song Wei to her breaking point.

With this in mind, Cheng Yun couldn’t help but ask again, “Why hasn’t she contacted me yet?”

Liang Yu lowered her head and remained silent, thinking, How dare you even ask? You abandoned your wife after achieving fame and fortune—in ancient times, you’d be drowned in spit!

And offering a mere million as a settlement? That’s blatant disrespect. Then threatening her future? Anyone with a shred of self-respect would never yield.

But these thoughts remained unspoken. Liang Yu dared not voice them aloud.

Cheng Yun repeated his question. Fearing he would keep asking endlessly if she didn’t respond, Liang Yu said, “Perhaps Miss Jiang hasn’t seen the message yet.”

“Hmm.”

At that moment, Song Wei pushed open the door and entered, her face streaked with tears, a sight that tugged at my heartstrings.

Since that day, Cheng Yun had only called to ask how she was doing, never even meeting her in person.

Song Wei felt uneasy. Asking Cheng Yun directly what was going on would be too obvious, so she waited until her face had mostly healed, though faint scars remained, before seeking him out.

Liang Yu tactfully withdrew and closed the door behind her.

“Weiwei, what brings you here?”

Song Wei threw herself into Cheng Yun’s arms, tears welling in her eyes as she sobbed intermittently. “Sister Cheng, Jiang You is terrifying… I thought I’d never see you again.”

“How could that be?” Cheng Yun cupped her face, his heart aching at the faint scars still visible. “Don’t worry. I have plenty of ways to deal with that girl Jiang You!”

Song Wei’s eyes lit up. She had tried to dig up dirt on Jiang You herself, but despite ten years in the industry, Jiang You’s record was spotless—not a single scandal to exploit.

“What do you mean?”

Cheng Yun hesitated. “Just trust me. I have ways to handle her.”

Song Wei immediately pushed him away, huffing angrily. “That girl Jiang You is so scheming! I was just worried about you, since you’ve known her for so long. I won’t ask again!”

Seeing Song Wei’s anger, Cheng Yun immediately wrapped his arm around her waist and coaxed, “Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. Let me show you something.”

He pulled out a stack of photos and placed them in front of Song Wei. “How about this headline: ‘Jiang You’s Failed Pursuit of Love: New Best Actress’s Rejection Fuels Her Fury’?”

Song Wei frowned as she flipped through the photos. Cheng Yun always left traces of his relationships with Jiang You. If Jiang You retaliated by releasing intimate photos of them together, wouldn’t Cheng Yun lose everything?

As if sensing her thoughts, Cheng Yun said, “Jiang You wouldn’t dare…”

He paused, remembering the slap Jiang You had given him just days earlier. “Even if she did, so what? She’s just a nobody actress. Who would believe her? We’ll just buy some online trolls and fake traffic to paint her as desperate for attention.”

Song Wei felt this scandal was too weak to quell her anger toward Jiang You, but she had no better options for now.

Leaning against Cheng Yun’s chest, she nodded softly. “Alright, I trust you. Just teach her a lesson. Sister Cheng, please be gentle. She’s just a girl, and life isn’t easy for her.”

Cheng Yun gently stroked her cheek. “You’re just too kind.”

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