Stealing My Ex's White Moonlight - Chapter 9

They soon arrived at the apartment complex. Lin Wanqing, still jealous, kept her head turned toward the window, wondering who Youyou was referring to.

Apart from Cheng Yun, she couldn’t think of anyone else.

During the summer after the college entrance exams, Lin Wanqing had to cut short her time in Mingyuan City and return to Yangjiang.

Before leaving, she arranged to meet Jiang You for a farewell.

At the time, Jiang You had someone new by her side: Cheng Yun.

For some reason, seeing them holding hands left a bitter taste in Lin Wanqing’s mouth, though she knew she couldn’t do anything about it.

As they chatted, Youyou suddenly announced she was dropping out of school to pursue her acting dream.

Lin Wanqing was stunned. When had Youyou ever dreamed of becoming an actress?

What had happened to Youyou during that final summer of high school?

No matter how hard she pressed, Youyou refused to explain, leaving Lin Wanqing no choice but to let her go.

Over the years, Lin Wanqing often thought back to that day. If she had insisted more firmly, would Youyou have turned out differently?

Lin Wanqing, Lin Wanqing, why were you so angry with Youyou?

“Ahem,” Lin Wanqing coughed, her expression strained. “I’m feeling a bit thirsty. Would you mind inviting me upstairs for a cup of tea?”

Shi Mi thought of the clothes haphazardly strewn across her apartment and the items scattered everywhere.

If Lin Wanqing saw this, my image would instantly crumble…

Without hesitation, Shi Mi refused. “It’s not really convenient.”

Lin Wanqing forced a smile. “Alright.”

Waaah, why did Youyou reject me?

Could someone be living with her?

Lin Wanqing knew it couldn’t be Cheng Yun. They had been together for so long but never lived together.

So who is it?!

Resisting the urge to follow and investigate, Lin Wanqing noticed a forgotten perfume box beside her. Her eyes lit up. Youyou, you forgot your perfume! I’ll bring it to you.

Just as she was about to open the car door, she saw Youyou struggling with another woman at the building’s entrance.

The darkness obscured the woman’s face, but Lin Wanqing faintly heard something about “gold-digging.” Then the woman strode purposefully toward her.

“Jiang You, let’s see whose coattails you’ve been riding!”

A black sedan had been parked downstairs in the residential complex for half an hour.

The atmosphere inside the car was eerie and oppressive.

Liang Yuru sat on pins and needles, glancing up at the rearview mirror. The woman in the back seat remained shrouded in shadow, her expression unreadable.

Just as Liang Yuru decided to break the silence, the woman finally pushed open the door and stepped out.

After topping up Jiang You’s phone credit with ten yuan that day, Liang Yuru had expected Jiang You to see the message and obediently apologize. But after waiting several more days, she still hadn’t received any apology.

This feeling of being out of control was deeply unsettling, so she decided to confront Jiang You directly.

Cheng Yun stood before the somewhat familiar apartment door and rang the doorbell.

Jiang You had saved up to buy this apartment herself. Liang Yuru remembered how enthusiastically Jiang You had planned the renovation, envisioning it as their future marital home.

But Liang Yuru had dismissed it with a casual, “It’s too early to think about marriage.”

“You’re practically guaranteed to win Best Actress,” Jiang You had countered. “Why not prepare in advance?”

As she spoke, perhaps realizing the underlying meaning, the smile gradually faded from her face, replaced by disappointment and sorrow.

Once I become Best Actress, I’ll marry you in grand style and bring you home. She had said those words with genuine sincerity. Who could have foreseen the events that followed? Even if she had changed her mind, wasn’t Jiang You partly to blame?

No one there?

Cheng Yun pressed the doorbell twice more, but still no one answered.

Her mood soured instantly. She pulled out her phone, scrolled to the number, and dialed.

Even though she was the one initiating contact this time, it didn’t mean she was backing down. Cheng Yun planned to maintain a superior attitude, rehearsing how she would confront Jiang You. But when she heard the automated voice—

The number you have dialed is currently switched off.

Switched off?

Cheng Yun found it hard to believe. A thought flashed through her mind, and she asked Liang Yu to call Jiang You’s number. Sure enough, it wasn’t switched off at all—she had clearly blocked her!

Very well.

Very well.

Cheng Yun gripped her phone tightly, her anger surging. How dare she block me? She’s really grown bold.

She glared at the tightly shut door, then turned and left. As she descended the stairs, she ran into the woman who had infuriated her—still reeking of alcohol.

Coming home late and drunk?

Cheng Yun’s anger flared anew. She reached out to grab Jiang You’s arm, but the other woman deftly evaded her grasp.

Shi Mi spotted Cheng Yun immediately, watching her storm toward her as if to grab her. She quickly sidestepped to avoid her.

Close call.

Being touched by a scumbag woman would bring terrible luck.

Cheng Yun froze, overwhelmed by the number of questions she wanted to ask. She brushed aside this minor incident for now.

“Why did you block my number?”

Shi Mi bristled at the accusatory tone, replying coolly, “Looks like you’ve recovered nicely.”

Cheng Yun flinched, recalling the day she’d been beaten. She instinctively retreated two steps before realizing, Why am I afraid of her?

“Jiang You, stop messing around!”

“You were going to leak those photos to the entertainment reporters, weren’t you? Go ahead. I’m waiting.”

Shi Mi was growing impatient. She’d been waiting for Cheng Yun to leak the story and boost her own publicity, but days had passed without a move.

Cheng Yun frowned. “Don’t test my patience. It has its limits.”

“Who’s testing anyone?” Shi Mi sneered. “Or are you just too scared?”

Under the dim light, the girl stood barefaced in a simple shirt and jeans, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol, making her appear drunk.

But her eyes sparkled with clarity, and her words carried not the slurred nonsense of intoxication, but rather a sharp, unmistakable… contempt?

At first, Cheng Yun was simply acting out of anger. She hadn’t intended to give the photos to entertainment reporters, nor had she meant to send that WeChat message to Jiang You. Deep down, she still cherished their years of friendship and hoped Jiang You would apologize and admit her mistake, then they could put the matter behind them.

But Jiang You didn’t take it seriously at all. In fact, she seemed to think Cheng Yun was backing down.

Fueled by this unwarranted anger, Cheng Yun’s eyes flashed with malice. “Jiang You, do you really think I wouldn’t dare?”

As she reached for her phone to call Liang Yu, her peripheral vision caught sight of a luxury business van.

These vans cost millions of yuan. What was one doing in this run-down neighborhood? And then she remembered the smell of alcohol on Jiang You.

“So that’s why you agreed to break up so easily and dared to defy me! You’ve latched onto some sugar daddy’s coattails!”

Consumed by rage, Cheng Yun completely forgot that she couldn’t afford to cross someone like this. She strode toward the van’s rear seat, certain someone was inside even though she couldn’t see through the tinted windows.

Gripping the door handle, she turned back to Shi Mi, her eyes bloodshot. “Jiang You, let’s see whose coattails you’ve been clinging to!”

Lin Wanqing: Bet you didn’t expect it to be me! Ha ha ha ha!

Cheng Yun: The tool all along… was me?!