Stealing My Ex's White Moonlight - Chapter 6

After resting at home for over a week, Shi Mi returned to the film set to reshoot her previous scenes. With makeup concealing her injuries, she looked as good as new.

This time, Song Wei behaved herself, neither splashing water nor slapping anyone. She was remarkably cooperative, and most scenes were completed in just three or four takes.

The atmosphere on set improved dramatically. Shi Mi treated the crew to coffee and milk tea, and the staff beamed with gratitude, showering her with praise:

“Thank you, Sister Jiang!”

“Sister Jiang is so generous!”

“The milk tea Sister Jiang buys is the best!”

“Sister Jiang, hugs!”

“……”

Song Wei’s assistant, Sheep, also grabbed a cup of boba taro milk tea. She took a large sip, savoring the creamy taro and chewy boba melting in her mouth, her eyes closing in contentment.

Just as she was about to take another sip, she caught Song Wei’s glare. Sheep quickly hid the milk tea behind her back and desperately swallowed, choking in the process.

Damn Jiang You! Buzzing around my ear like a fly!

Song Wei repeatedly washed her hands with hand sanitizer, scrubbing until her fingers turned bright red. Oblivious to the discomfort, she seemed to believe that only this ritual could alleviate her anxiety and fear.

Sister Cheng had said she’d give the photos to the entertainment reporters when the time was right, but there’s still no news. Could she be having second thoughts?

Damn it! After all the effort Song Wei put into breaking Cheng Yun and Jiang You up, she can’t let it all go to waste now.

Song Wei reached for her phone to call Cheng Yun, but stopped herself. Right now, she’s supposed to be a weak and helpless little white rabbit. How could she do something so cruel?

Thinking back, she had fallen deeply in love with Cheng Yun after just one meeting and launched a relentless pursuit. Despite her repeated advances, Cheng Yun remained unmoved. Then, one day, Cheng Yun invited her out alone, only to tell her she already had a girlfriend.

Song Wei had almost given up, but then Cheng Yun added, “Her name is Jiang You. Like you, she’s an actress.”

She had imagined only someone extraordinary could capture Cheng Yun’s attention. Instead, it was a crude, wild girl with no looks, no figure, and no family background.

Someone who couldn’t compare to her in any way. How dare someone like that stand by Cheng Yun’s side?

Song Wei squeezed more hand soap onto her hands and scrubbed furiously under the running water. Just then, she saw Shi Mi enter the restroom and turned the faucet up even louder.

After washing her hands, Song Wei flicked off the water and glared at Shi Mi with a sneer. “You don’t actually think buying a few milk teas and coffees to curry favor with these lowlifes will change your fate, do you? That you can actually stand up to me now?”

“A country girl will always be a country girl.”

“No wonder your aunt kicked you out.”

The Original Host had a difficult background. Her parents divorced when she was young, and she was raised by her grandmother.

In her second year of high school, her grandmother passed away, and she moved in with her uncle and aunt.

Her uncle treated her reasonably well, but her aunt saw her as a thorn in her side, a burden. At best, she was given leftovers; at worst, she endured physical abuse.

The Original Host was remarkably mature. She always told her uncle that her aunt treated her well.

To avoid burdening her aunt further, she worked part-time after school and during holidays to help support the household.

Even so, her aunt remained hostile, constantly finding fault with her.

During the summer before her college entrance exams, the house was burglarized, and stolen money was found hidden in her room.

Her aunt made such a scene that the entire neighborhood heard about it.

The Original Host packed her belongings and left home, never to return.

How could Song Wei know such deeply buried secrets?

Shi Mi quickly realized Cheng Yun must have told her.

Shi Mi remained completely unfazed by Song Wei’s verbal attacks. She glanced at the faucet. “Want to find out what it’s like to be drenched?”

Song Wei recalled that terrifying day, her face paling as she retreated several steps, feigning bravado. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Shi Mi turned on the faucet, the water gushing out with a loud splash. She smiled faintly. “Why don’t you test me?”

Song Wei’s mouth twitched, and she spat out a venomous threat. “Jiang You, you’ll regret this!”

With that, she stomped away.

When Shi Mi played the villain, she had one guiding principle: If you can act, don’t waste time talking.

Why, then, did Song Wei, the story’s main antagonist, prefer to be a keyboard warrior?

System: Perhaps your villainous aura is so overwhelming that she’s too intimidated to move.

Just then, a WeChat notification popped up on Shi Mi’s phone:

Are you free today?

Who was this? Shi Mi couldn’t find any chat history. After racking her brain for a while, she still couldn’t remember. She was about to reply, “Who are you?”

Another message arrived:

I’d like to treat you to dinner.

Shi Mi’s mind filled with question marks. We’ve never spoken since adding each other as friends. Are we even close?

She was about to block and delete the contact when a flurry of messages appeared:

It’s important.

Business-related.

“Do you like that perfume so much?”

“I’ll give it to you.”

Shi Mi unconsciously smiled. Oh, Lin Wanqing.

Are you free today?

Lin Wanqing bit her fingernail, her eyes glued to the screen, staring at the WeChat message she had just sent.

She wanted to expose Song Wei’s dirt to avenge Youyou, but she feared that acting on her own might backfire and make Jiang You resent her.

Her mind had been in turmoil for days, disrupting her acting. She pulled up Jiang You’s WeChat, typed several messages, deleted them, and retyped them, yet couldn’t bring herself to send anything.

Lin Wanqing, Lin Wanqing, how can you be so cowardly?

After giving herself a pep talk, Lin Wanqing straightened her posture and solemnly typed: Are you free tonight?

Didn’t she compliment your perfume the other day? Did she really like it that much?

Ah, no, no, perfume is perfume, and I’m me.

Damn it, how did I send that?!

Lin Wanqing froze, belatedly realizing she could have recalled the message, but it was too late.

Did Youyou see it?

She definitely saw it.

Torn between anxiety and anticipation, she waited anxiously for a reply.

Time had never felt so agonizingly slow. Lin Wanqing stared at the screen as if flowers might bloom from it.

In this age of constant phone use, why hadn’t Youyou replied if she had seen the message?

Was that a pointless thing to say?

If you have something to say, just say it! Why ask if someone’s free first?

Lin Wanqing mentally berated herself and quickly added: I’d like to treat you to dinner.

She let out a long sigh of relief. When there was no reply after a while, she grew anxious. Does Youyou not want to have dinner with me?

Suddenly, she remembered how she had gone through several people to get Youyou’s WeChat. Youyou probably doesn’t even know who this is.

If a random contact on your WeChat suddenly asks you out to dinner, you’d probably just think they’re crazy and block them, right?

Without thinking, Lin Wanqing typed:

– I have something to discuss.

– It’s work-related.

Waaah, why did I send such brainless messages? What even is this nonsense?

Lin Wanqing, Lin Wanqing, get a grip!

After a three-second pause, she typed:

– Do you really like that perfume?

– I’ll give it to you.

– I’m Lin Wanqing.

Before she could send the last message, Youyou replied: Okay.

Huh? Lin Wanqing’s eyes widened in disbelief. She jumped up in joy, stubbing her toe on the table leg and grimacing in pain.

Lin Wanqing, Lin Wanqing, now’s not the time to celebrate!

She quickly typed a reply:

7 PM tonight, Wild Rose Restaurant. Is that okay?

Lin Wanqing repeatedly checked the wording several times to make sure there were no issues before clicking send.

The other party replied with a single word:  Okay.

Waaah, Mom, I did it! Youyou agreed to have dinner with me!

Before Lin Wanqing could fully celebrate, she received a call from Feng Zhimei reminding her to be on time for the movie’s after-party at 8 PM.

“I’m not going,” Lin Wanqing said.

Feng Zhimei wanted to say, “Miss, are you out of your mind? Canceling at the last minute will make people think you’re acting like a diva!”

She forced herself to say instead, “Why not?”

“I’m having dinner with Youyou.”

Oh, then it’s fine.

The after-party wasn’t that important anyway—just the director trying to get some newcomers to network with Wanqing. It’s no big deal if she skips it.

Feng Zhimei said, “Be careful not to get photographed by paparazzi. And good luck.”

“Okay, I will. I heard Director Jiang Yu will be at the after-party tonight.”

…Don’t go. I can’t handle him alone.

“Director Jiang Yu is quite old-fashioned. If you can’t handle him, I’ll just ask my dad to invest more.”

It’s so good to be rich.

Sobbing I want to have dinner with Rich Sister too.