The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected (GL) - Chapter 1

◎ A Match Made in Heaven ◎

“Miss Chi, this is the evening gown President Wen selected for you. Please take a look.”

The young Beta woman, not very tall, conveyed Wen Ranqing’s instructions — just like she had done many times before important events.

She bowed slightly, waiting for a response.

But instead, what greeted her was an unusually long silence.

That’s strange.

She quietly lifted her head to glance at Chi Yi.

Standing before her, the Alpha was much taller. Because of her own bowed posture, from her angle, all she could see was Chi Yi’s crisp clothing, the tips of her dark hair, and a slender, pale arm.

It was one of the most beautiful Alpha figures she had ever seen.

The arm was long and lean. Although slim, it was marked by strong, undeniable lines of muscle. Pale veins, visible even when relaxed, pulsed lightly beneath her skin.

The Beta couldn’t help but think of the rumors — about the pheromone scent that matched this striking figure perfectly — and her face flushed with heat.

No wonder she matches President Wen so well.

Chi Yi’s gaze fell lightly on the white gown. Under the lights, the scattered diamonds glittered dazzlingly.

It was exactly Wen Ranqing’s usual style.

“Miss Chi?” the Beta asked carefully.

The veins on Chi Yi’s arm stood out more clearly as she clenched her fist. The young Beta hesitated; the press conference was about to start, and President Wen had made it clear this event was important. She didn’t dare delay.

“Do you need help changing into it? Or…”

“No need,” Chi Yi interrupted, her voice tinged with impatience.

The Beta assumed she meant she didn’t need assistance. She stepped toward the clothing rack, preparing to take the dress down for Chi Yi to change herself.

“I said — I’m not wearing that,” Chi Yi said coldly.

Her deep eyes were emotionless, her voice sharp as she stopped the Beta’s movement. Instead, she glanced toward a different outfit — a white suit.

“I’m wearing that today.”

The Beta froze in disbelief, then stammered uncertainly, “But, Miss Chi…”

“President Wen personally selected your gown. Without her approval, you can’t make changes on your own.”

The room fell into tense silence.

Chi Yi suddenly pulled up the corner of her mouth in a mocking smile.

She couldn’t make decisions for herself.

Of course — everyone in the company knew Chi Yi obeyed Wen Ranqing’s every word without question. If Wen Ranqing said to go east, Chi Yi would never dare go west.

Even what she wore to important events, how she styled her hair — every detail was set by Wen Ranqing.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror — obedient, flowing black hair, a soft and gentle makeup style.
If she added that white gown…

It would be hard to tell which delicate little princess Wen Ranqing had dressed her up as.

Maybe not even an Alpha — few Alphas would dress this way.

The young Beta was still waiting for her answer, hand hovering in midair, half-reaching for the gown.
Clearly, she assumed Chi Yi wouldn’t refuse.

Or rather, she believed Chi Yi would never refuse Wen Ranqing.

Chi Yi caught every detail of the Beta’s movement, lifting her eyebrow slightly with a hint of amusement as she spoke:

“Are you a stylist for the company?”

The Beta straightened her posture quickly. “I’m the stylist President Wen personally assigned to you, Miss Chi.”

“Then I’ll wear this instead.”

Chi Yi took a step forward with her long legs, casually grabbing the white suit before heading for the dressing room.
Before the door closed completely, she tossed back a line:

“Also, redo my hair and makeup.”

Lowering her head slightly, she glanced at her wristwatch, a dangerous and wild smile playing on her lips — a smile the Beta had never seen before.

“Let’s hope there’s still time.”

**

Knock, knock.

Cheng Yuan, Wen Ranqing’s secretary, gently tapped on the door of the lounge.
Standing behind him was the deputy director, who was requesting to see her for the third time that day.
Having no choice, Cheng Yuan had to disturb her precious break.

“President Wen, Director Du would like to see you.”

“Let him in,” Wen Ranqing said calmly.

She closed her hand around the object she was holding and looked up.

Director Du, like the rest of the so-called Board of Directors, was part of an old guard that clung to the traditional power structures created by secondary gender distinctions.
Conservative, rigid.

Years ago, Wen Ranqing had fought tooth and nail to take control of the company.
Now, even though the company appeared to fully support her, some people were still eager to stir up trouble.

She could already guess the reason for his visit, but still, she maintained formalities and asked:

“Uncle Du, what brings you here?”

The casual “Uncle Du” momentarily softened the man’s expression, pulling him into a moment of nostalgia.
But Wen Ranqing’s cold, detached voice quickly pulled him back to reality.

His shrewd eyes swept over her.

He had practically watched her grow up.

From her looks to her capabilities, Wen Ranqing was perfect — a rare gem among Omegas.

But the sweet girl who used to call him “Uncle Du” so softly no longer existed.
Now, in her place, stood President Wen — cold, calculating, willing to do whatever it took to achieve her goals.

Since Wen Ranqing no longer had any sentimentality left, there was no need for him to put on a false front either.

“President Wen, I believe you should reconsider. There’s still time to change today’s press conference content,” he said.

“The Planning Department’s Xiao Liu has prepared an alternative speech. If you need it, I can have it swapped in immediately.”

Wen Ranqing remained emotionless.
Her pale, flawless features almost seemed vulnerable — almost.

But things were different now.

A faint smile crossed her mind. Maybe all these old relics had left was their hollow posturing.

“No need,” she replied coolly.

“This decision was approved unanimously by the Board, wasn’t it?”

Director Du took a deep breath.

He had expected to be rejected, but Wen Ranqing’s firm and decisive attitude still rattled him.

Seeing that his words were meaningless, he could only mutter in frustration:

“Yes… that’s right.”

“You’ve disturbed President Wen’s rest,” Cheng Yuan said quietly.

He watched as the man left, then turned back to Wen Ranqing.

Wen Ranqing closed her eyes briefly.
When she opened them again, her eyelids looked swollen, making her appear worn and tired.

She glanced at the time, then lowered her gaze to the small photo in her hand.

“Is there something you want to say?” she asked.

Cheng Yuan remained silent.

“You also think I shouldn’t go through with this, don’t you?”

Cheng Yuan had once been Wen Ranqing’s father, Wen Ting’s, secretary.
He was known for being honest and loyal.
After the upheaval four years ago, he was the first — and perhaps the only — person within the company to openly stand by her side.

Though he didn’t hold much power, Wen Ranqing had always given him her full trust and patience.

In the long silence that followed, Wen Ranqing understood his answer without needing words.

“But I have to do this,” she said quietly.

A small, almost wistful smile touched her lips — as if a name or a face had drifted into her mind — and for a moment, the cold stillness in her eyes softened with fleeting emotion.

“I feel like… I can’t afford to wait anymore.”

“……”

Cheng Yuan bowed respectfully and turned to leave, but Wen Ranqing called him back.

“That Xiao Liu from the Design Department — what’s his background?”

“He’s been working here for less than a year. He was personally hired after an interview with Director Du,” Cheng Yuan replied.

The faint warmth that had appeared in Wen Ranqing’s expression disappeared without a trace.

She placed the photo back in its original spot and said coldly:

“Fire him.”

“Understood.”

**

The press conference was scheduled for eight o’clock that evening, hosted at a hotel under the Wen Group’s ownership.
Nearly all the invited media outlets had already arrived early.

Chi Yi stepped out of the car in front of the hotel’s revolving door.
Along the way, she ran into a few familiar faces — familiar not because they knew her personally, but because they were people from the Wen Group.

Chi Yi didn’t care much about that anymore.
Under a few curious glances, she walked calmly into the hotel restaurant.

The venue had been fully prepared: name cards neatly arranged, the large electronic screen flashing the Wen Group’s logo, lights and cameras trained on a single spot.

Wen Group’s partners were already moving about, drinking, chatting, and socializing.

Chi Yi declined the lead attendant’s offer to guide her and wandered aimlessly toward an empty spot, lazily swirling the wine in her glass.

Sure enough, without Wen Ranqing by her side, the stares were much fewer.
It might also have been because her outfit today was no longer the demure, obedient style often shown in business media — fewer people recognized her at first glance.

In fact, the area she drifted into was relatively empty.
Clusters of well-dressed, radiant guests gathered elsewhere, laughing and talking animatedly.

Chi Yi took a small sip of wine, enjoying the rare peace.

Nearby, two people sat at a round table, carrying cameras — clearly reporters or media staff.
They glanced around cautiously before beginning to whisper to each other.

“I mean, senior,” the younger man said, “Wen Group’s press conferences were always held at the end of the year. Why is it so late this time?”

The older one, who looked more experienced, replied casually,
“Why else? Special circumstances, obviously. Probably something important.
You know how President Wen is — her word is law.”

The younger man nodded thoughtfully.
Then, as if remembering something juicy, he leaned in closer with a gossipy glint in his eyes.

“I heard Wen Ranqing’s pheromone smells like wild roses? Is that true?”

Clink.

Chi Yi set her wine glass down sharply on the table, the force sending champagne splashing onto her hand.
Her face turned cold as she lifted her foot, ready to walk straight over to them.

Pheromone scents were considered extremely private, especially for Alphas and Omegas whose scents carried distinct personal characteristics.
Except for intimate partners, it was highly inappropriate for others to even know — let alone discuss — such things.

Wen Ranqing was a public figure.
In truth, Chi Yi should have already been used to people talking about them — both her and Wen Ranqing had been topics of gossip countless times.

But still, for an Alpha like herself, it was one thing.
For an Omega, having their scent tossed around so casually was no different from a form of harassment.

“Watch your mouth, kid,” the older man smacked the younger one hard on the back of the head.
He glanced around nervously, then lowered his voice, warning:

“Don’t you know who that is? That’s Miss Chi from the Chi family.”

Chi Yi, halfway across the floor, stiffened and turned slightly back.

The younger man, rubbing the back of his head and wincing from the slap, also lowered his voice.

“You mean… President Wen’s wife, Chi Yi?”

“Yeah, but so what? That surname isn’t worth what it used to be.
The Chi name hasn’t meant anything in decades.”

His tone was full of disdain.

Chi Yi lowered her head slightly, her fingers absentmindedly rubbing the stem of her glass.

The Chi family had served in politics for three generations — not wildly powerful, but respected and upright.
Back in their prime, countless people had scrambled to be associated with them.

The Chi family’s slow disappearance from Beihang City’s scene had started with her father’s generation.

Her father, Chi Zhong, was born into privilege — a top-tier Alpha, talented and outstanding in his own right.
But instead of following the traditional path carved by his ancestors, he chose to pursue his personal interests, stepping away from the political world.

If one had to pinpoint when the Chi family truly declined, it would be when Chi Zhong — still a man of some influence — ended up imprisoned.
That was when the Chi family finally faded from the public eye.

“Tsk, that’s true,” the older man said. “But who knows how many of their people are still around here?”

“Better to be cautious,” he warned.

The younger man’s expression shifted uneasily.

Nowadays, Wen Group was flourishing, its main business in road and bridge construction.
Its subsidiaries extended into finance, mining, biopharmaceuticals, and more.
Under Wen Ranqing’s leadership, the Wen Group didn’t crumble and become easy prey for Beihang’s business sharks like many had predicted.
Instead, she had played her cards masterfully — rebuilding and expanding the company at an astonishing pace, eventually dominating nearly half the industries they touched.

Even though the Chi family had fallen from grace, their only heir — Chi Yi — had not been forgotten.

Still in her senior year of university, Chi Yi had already won several prestigious international awards for bridge design.
All her innovations and core technologies had been handed over to Wen Group, completely free of charge, boosting the corporation even further.

“So… you’re saying, this Chi Yi and President Wen…” the younger one ventured.

“They’re a perfect match,” the older man said with a chuckle.