The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected (GL) - Chapter 15

The overwhelming force of an Alpha’s presence bore down on her.
Chi Yi’s fingertips, calloused from years of handling all kinds of rocks, gripped Wen Ranqing’s skin firmly, though the pressure wasn’t truly painful. Even so, the corners of Wen Ranqing’s eyes reddened slightly from the force.

She accepted that she would help Chi Yi—had already silently agreed—but when it came to how she could help, Wen Ranqing was at a complete loss.

The most direct and effective way for an Omega to assist an Alpha through their susceptibility period…
Wen Ranqing dared not even finish the thought, let alone say it aloud.

She was willing—so long as Chi Yi needed her, she would give anything.
But Chi Yi… Chi Yi surely wouldn’t want that.

Chi Yi tightened her grip, pressing Wen Ranqing harder against the wall, her voice turning shamelessly raw:

“I want to mark you, President Wen.
Will you allow that too?”

Wen Ranqing bit down on her lower lip, unable to reply.

It was a long moment before her trembling fingers reached up, hesitantly pulling her collar slightly open.
The feverish heat rolled off her skin, staining her fair body with a faint, aroused flush.
Her peach blossom eyes shimmered with misty confusion, but she dared not look directly at Chi Yi.

“My, President Wen is in such a mood,” Chi Yi sneered, her voice dripping with contempt.

Her hand, rough and calloused, pressed deeper into Wen Ranqing’s soft waist.
Chi Yi’s sharp canines grazed the sensitive curve of Wen Ranqing’s neck, her scorching breath spilling directly onto the exposed gland.

“Mm… Xiaoyi…” Wen Ranqing whimpered.
Her instincts as an Omega flared, sparking a flash of fear.
She wanted to escape the overwhelming force—but she couldn’t resist Chi Yi, and she didn’t want to resist Chi Yi.

Chi Yi’s breathing hovered maliciously over the fragile gland, deliberately unrestrained.

“President Wen,” Chi Yi said, voice dark with mockery, “how many people have already marked you?”

Wen Ranqing stiffened, stunned.
In that moment, Chi Yi’s mind was flooded with fragmented rumors, with Jiang Xi’s teasing words, with every careless whisper she had ever heard.

The resentment burned even hotter inside her.

And now, this fragile, defenseless gland lay exposed before her—paired with the intoxicating, decadent scent of full-bloom roses filling the air.

Without hesitation, Chi Yi sank her teeth into Wen Ranqing’s shoulder, biting down hard even through the thin fabric of her clothes.

“Xiaoyi…” Wen Ranqing cried out in pain.
Yet the burning stimulation near her gland eclipsed the ache in her shoulder.
Her legs gave out completely, leaving her clinging to Chi Yi’s neck just to stay upright.

Was this what Chi Yi cared about?

Did Chi Yi never really trust her?

Did she blame her too—for all the times Wen Ranqing had been unable to explain herself clearly, unable to give Chi Yi the security she needed?

Shame and helplessness flooded Wen Ranqing.
Was this how Chi Yi had felt—thinking that every time they had been together during a heat, Wen Ranqing was simply… enduring it?

Tears welled in Wen Ranqing’s eyes.
Chi Yi’s teeth stayed embedded cruelly in her shoulder, refusing to let go.

Sniffling quietly, Wen Ranqing choked out a broken explanation:

“I haven’t… Xiaoyi… I haven’t been with anyone else…”

Her voice grew softer and softer, until she could no longer force the words out.

Chi Yi froze, stunned.
Her mind, clouded by instinct and rage, abruptly cleared.

In silence, she helped Wen Ranqing straighten her disheveled clothes, loosening her iron grip around her waist and bracing herself against the wall instead.

Wen Ranqing tilted her face upward to look at her.
Her usual calm and restrained expression was completely shattered—now she looked lost, vulnerable, breathtakingly beautiful, with tear-streaked cheeks and eyes shimmering like fragile blossoms.

“I… I misunderstood you,” Chi Yi rasped, her throat tight with emotion.
Without thinking, she brushed the pad of her thumb lightly against the corner of Wen Ranqing’s eye—then quickly pulled her hand back.

She didn’t need to ask.
She could already imagine:
Each time Wen Ranqing endured her own heat without an Alpha, relying only on medication to suppress it—how painful, how miserable it must have been.

Today was the first time Chi Yi truly understood just how hard it had been for her.

She had made the decision to divorce Wen Ranqing, and to say that it had nothing to do with the rumors would have been a lie.

Wen Ranqing was always busy with work, and sometimes Chi Yi wouldn’t even see her once in an entire month.
Often, it was only by waking in the middle of the night to faint noises from the other room that Chi Yi realized Wen Ranqing had come home at all—only to find her gone again by morning.

And Wen Ranqing’s explanations…
Back then, Chi Yi had instinctively dismissed them as mere excuses.
Looking back now, she realized she had been blinded by jealousy and resentment.
Such behavior… how childish it seemed now.

A wave of guilt and tenderness flooded Chi Yi’s heart. Her lips pressed into a tight, grim line.

“It’s okay, Xiaoyi,” Wen Ranqing said gently, her voice still unsteady.
“The inhibitor was customized for me—the effect is much stronger now. It won’t be too hard for me.”

The inhibitor injection from earlier had finally begun to work.
Chi Yi calmed down, said nothing more, and avoided looking at Wen Ranqing’s soft, pleading gaze.

She reminded herself—Wen Ranqing was her ex-wife.
Whatever happened to her now… had nothing to do with her.

Chi Yi tried to pull away from the stifling closeness between them.
But Wen Ranqing refused to let go, softly calling her name:

“Xiaoyi…”

“Wen Ranqing,” Chi Yi said, her heart a tangled mess.
In her memory, Wen Ranqing had never appeared so vulnerable—so hesitant.
If not for guilt…

It was rare for Chi Yi to address her so formally after their divorce.

Then, gripping Wen Ranqing’s wrist, she gently moved her hand away from her neck.
Her voice was low and muffled:

“I’ve been pretending for a long time.
Now you know—I’m not some obedient, well-behaved person.
When I’m angry, I lash out.
When I like someone, I chase them, straightforwardly…
That’s just who I am.”

“So… don’t provoke me anymore.”

Chi Yi didn’t want Wen Ranqing to stay around out of guilt.
She didn’t want Wen Ranqing treating acts of love as compensation for old debts.
She wanted Wen Ranqing to do those things only with someone she truly loved.

Wen Ranqing had always known Chi Yi was mischievous—not someone who could be easily tamed.
Being with her had always been difficult.
Hearing Chi Yi’s words now, Wen Ranqing felt a deep ache in her chest, tinged with hesitation.

What kind of person was it… that Chi Yi liked?

Or rather—
Did Chi Yi… still like her?

They said the love of youth was as fleeting as the wind, impossible to hold onto.
Wen Ranqing had never doubted Chi Yi’s perseverance or determination.
But now—for the first time—she found herself doubting her own worth.

While Wen Ranqing was lost in thought, Chi Yi had already opened the door, giving her a gentle push outside.
The sound of running water soon echoed from the bathroom.

When Chi Yi finally emerged, Wen Ranqing was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a dry towel, waiting.

Chi Yi glanced at the clock—it was almost dawn.

She refused the towel Wen Ranqing offered but didn’t refuse the invitation to sleep on the bed.

Chi Yi was simply too exhausted—physically drained, mentally frayed.

The bed was small.
Wen Ranqing lay on the inner side; Chi Yi settled carefully along the edge, keeping a full body’s width of distance between them.

She thought back—

The summer Chi Yi turned eighteen, tragedy struck.
A major accident occurred at one of Chi Zhong’s construction projects.
The massive compensation claims bankrupted the Chi family overnight.
Chi Zhong himself was convicted of major negligence in a construction safety accident and sentenced to six years in prison.

Chi Yi, who had just been admitted to Beihang University, instantly became the media’s favorite target—a once-wealthy heiress, now fallen from grace.

Not long after, disaster hit again—
A fire broke out at the Wen household, suspected to have been an act of revenge by a family affected by the accident.

By the time Chi Yi arrived, flames had already engulfed the second floor.
Ignoring the firefighters at her side, with no protection whatsoever, Chi Yi charged straight into the inferno—and barely managed to pull Wen Ranqing out.

Wen Ranqing’s parents died at the scene.
And when Chi Yi finally woke up in the hospital, there was no one waiting for her.

The heavy rain continued without pause into the following noon, showing no signs of stopping.
Chi Yi was soaked in sweat, her hands restlessly clutching at the sheets in her sleep.

In her dreams, Chi Yi returned to the fire.

Flames roared, consuming everything in their path.
But unlike reality, no matter how hard she searched, she couldn’t find Wen Ranqing.
The ceiling beams collapsed, crashing down onto her.
Only then did Chi Yi finally struggle back to a sliver of consciousness.

She opened her eyes, dazed, and saw Wen Ranqing’s face.
Compared to how she looked at twenty-five, Wen Ranqing now carried a more tender, captivating beauty.

But Chi Yi didn’t notice.

All she felt was the overwhelming relief of finding Wen Ranqing alive.
Half-conscious, she called out softly, “Jiejie…”
The warmth she clutched in her hand felt even more real.

“Mm, I’m here,” Wen Ranqing whispered, knowing Chi Yi had just woken from a nightmare.
Suppressing the heat stirring in her own body, she answered softly.

Chi Yi frowned faintly, disoriented, unable to tell exactly where she was—only able to recognize the woman before her.

“Wen Ranqing…” she murmured.

Her throat was dry and parched, as if she had wandered alone through a desert for days.
And yet, her gaze instinctively locked onto Wen Ranqing’s moist, rosy lips, following their movement closer and closer.

“I’m right here. Don’t be upset,” Wen Ranqing murmured gently, smoothing the crease between Chi Yi’s brows, patiently trying to soothe her discomfort.

The heat of skin-to-skin contact felt too real.
Chi Yi’s dark eyes, initially fogged with confusion, quickly sharpened with cold clarity.
She instinctively pulled back, unwilling to stay too close to Wen Ranqing.

“President Wen,” she said stiffly.

“Mm…”
Wen Ranqing couldn’t suppress a soft gasp as Chi Yi’s calloused fingertips brushed against her sensitive skin.
Her smooth legs instinctively drew closer together, her ears burning hot.

Chi Yi turned, about to leave, but caught sight of Wen Ranqing’s flushed, fevered face—
Her jet-black hair was scattered messily around her neck, some strands dampened by thin traces of sweat, clinging stubbornly to her skin.
She looked as though she had endured silently for a long time.

The blanket lay crumpled in a heap beside her.
Wen Ranqing’s simple cotton shirt was rumpled and disheveled, riding up high and doing little to shield the spring-like scenery beneath.

Noticing Chi Yi’s gaze, Wen Ranqing’s face burned even hotter.
She was too embarrassed to meet her eyes.
But Chi Yi had only just released her—she couldn’t risk moving too hastily now.

So, biting her lip, Wen Ranqing lowered her head, quietly and meticulously adjusting her clothing.

In a small, aggrieved voice, she muttered:

“Xiaoyi used to be so well-behaved when she was little. She wasn’t like this…”