The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected (GL) - Chapter 17

While Wen Ranqing hesitated, Chi Yi glanced at her, pretending to be casual. Yet her heart was just as restless.

Wen Ranqing lowered her head. The wind scattered her dark hair, now misted with droplets. She seemed to be silently contemplating Chi Yi’s words.

Chi Yi was slightly taller than her, so from her angle, she could see the soft outline of Wen Ranqing’s face and her rosy lips.

The rain was still pouring heavily, the droplets falling in a chaotic rhythm — lacking the soothing melody of raindrops on a jade plate. Instead, the sound only worsened Chi Yi’s inner frustration.

Even though she had resolved to divorce, she couldn’t stay completely indifferent to such words — especially when they came from Wen Ranqing.

Before Wen Ranqing could answer, a vibration accompanied by a ringtone interrupted them. Chi Yi’s face remained expressionless as she picked up the call. Although the signal had technically been restored, it was still unstable. During Chi Yi’s sleep, Wen Ranqing had managed to respond to a few urgent messages. Now, she simply lowered her head and ate quietly, bite by bite.

Call after call came in. Chi Yi gradually grew perfunctory in her responses. Her gaze drifted toward Wen Ranqing’s phone, annoyed at the sight of the faint yellow photo on its back cover.

After finally reassuring Song Yan of her safety, Chi Yi hung up. A friend request from an unfamiliar woman popped up in WeChat. She immediately clicked “decline” and buried herself in her meal.

“President Wen, would you prefer to wait here or go back to your room?” Chi Yi broke the silence at last, her meaning clear: she didn’t intend to stay in the same space with Wen Ranqing.

Wen Ranqing opened her mouth, feeling a pang at Chi Yi’s decisiveness. With no way to bring up their previous conversation, she picked up the umbrella and answered softly,
“I’ll go back.”

At that moment, Chi Yi undoubtedly held all the initiative.

“Alright.”

The steps to the shed were on Chi Yi’s side, along with the umbrella. Chi Yi stood, walked to Wen Ranqing’s side, and tapped the wooden railing with her knuckles before clarifying her stance a little more firmly:
“We are no longer married. Some things, President Wen, would be better left unsaid.”

“I don’t want others to misunderstand. I don’t want to misunderstand, either.”

Wen Ranqing paused in the motion of opening the umbrella and slowly stepped back to stand a couple of paces away.

“Xiao Yi,” she said softly, “have you misunderstood something?”

Her steps were slightly dragging, as if she hadn’t yet fully recovered. Chi Yi’s heart softened a little, remembering last night. She turned and saw that Wen Ranqing had tied her hair up at some point, revealing her mature, enchanting face.

Feeling uncomfortable, Chi Yi quickly looked away.
“President Wen, don’t you know?”

“You missed me? You want to pursue me?”

The beguiling eyes that resembled peach blossoms were now faintly tinged with red. The faint floral scent that had earlier been almost imperceptible suddenly grew stronger. Chi Yi covered her nose slightly, frowning.
“Is your heat cycle not over yet? Why didn’t you use a suppressant?”

“I did,” Wen Ranqing said, clutching the wooden pillar beside her. Sensing Chi Yi’s reluctance to approach, she pulled her jacket tighter, covering most of her exposed neck.

Chi Yi’s throat tightened. She knew that regular suppressants didn’t work well for Wen Ranqing, but she hadn’t expected them to be nearly useless. Watching Wen Ranqing’s face flush and her breathing grow uneven, she frowned deeply.

“Troublesome,” Chi Yi muttered. After hesitating for a few seconds, she pulled Wen Ranqing over and released a small amount of her own pheromones, lifting her head and refusing to look at her — the sooner they settled this, the better.

Chi Yi’s susceptibility had been brought under control last night, likely thanks to Wen Ranqing’s careful soothing. Reminding herself not to think too much, Chi Yi circled her arm around Wen Ranqing’s waist. She could feel that Wen Ranqing could barely even stand steadily.

“I didn’t mean to upset you…” Wen Ranqing murmured, her hands hanging limp by her sides, clutching the hem of her shirt. Her whole body felt soft and weak. She couldn’t suppress her pheromones no matter how hard she tried, and she didn’t know what to do.

The faint scent of wine that surrounded Chi Yi made Wen Ranqing feel at ease, but she didn’t want to make Chi Yi angry, nor did she want her to misunderstand her any further.

The scent of wild roses enveloped them tightly, the air growing hot and restless. Chi Yi realized this couldn’t continue. Without hesitation, she lifted Wen Ranqing into her arms.

“I’ll take you back. Can you manage to hold the umbrella?”

“Mm…” Wen Ranqing hummed weakly.

Chi Yi carried Wen Ranqing in her arms. Wen Ranqing placed one hand lightly on Chi Yi’s shoulder, the other holding the umbrella. The fresh floral fragrance lingered all around them, and even though the distance to the room was short, every step felt like pure torture for Chi Yi.

She could feel every curve of Wen Ranqing’s warm, restless body pressed against her — a heat that refused to be ignored, a temptation that made Chi Yi hold her tighter, as if afraid that at any moment, Wen Ranqing might melt away right in her hands.

Wen Ranqing called out to her in a soft, trembling voice,
“Xiao Yi…”

Chi Yi didn’t want to engage in conversation. Her tone turned sharp,
“Stop talking. We’re almost there.”

It took some effort, but Chi Yi finally managed to place Wen Ranqing on the bed. Only then did she clearly see the state Wen Ranqing was in — completely overcome by desire, her pheromones filling the air like roses in a garden waiting to be picked. Chi Yi instinctively tried to pull away, but a hand caught her by the neck, preventing her from rising.

A thin sheen of sweat covered Wen Ranqing’s slender nose, her hair damp at the ends. Despite the irritation evident on Chi Yi’s face, Wen Ranqing grew anxious, her pheromones unconsciously thickening in the air.

At this close distance, their breaths intertwined. Wen Ranqing’s eyes stung with unshed tears, but she pushed down the sourness and spoke in a weak, pleading voice,
“I didn’t mean to… Please don’t be angry.”

Chi Yi had been on the verge of snapping, but faced with Wen Ranqing’s gentle, soft expression, her anger fizzled out. Bracing her elbows on either side of Wen Ranqing’s body to avoid pressing down on her, Chi Yi’s gaze searched the room for the pheromone suppressant.

“I’m not angry,” Chi Yi said stiffly. “President Wen, let go of me first. I need to close the door. I won’t leave.”

“And don’t misunderstand, Xiao Yi…”

Wen Ranqing didn’t let go. Even though she had little strength left, the next thing she said made Chi Yi freeze in place.

“I miss you. I want to chase you. I’m serious.”

The pheromones in the room tangled together, suffocating and sticky — like the first rose plucked at dawn, soaked into fermenting malt, both set to undergo high-temperature distillation, leaving their scents forever imprinted on each other’s bodies.

Wen Ranqing’s dark, glossy hair spilled across the bed. Chi Yi leaned over it, her gaze searching Wen Ranqing’s blurred peach blossom eyes for any trace of deception.

Wen Ranqing was not particularly thin — there was a soft fullness to her cheeks. As an Omega, she wasn’t much shorter than Chi Yi, and her limbs were long and graceful. Though the loose windbreaker cloaked her figure, it couldn’t hide her curves. Her chest rose and fell heavily, and when their eyes met — just once — it ignited a wildfire between them.

At some point, Wen Ranqing’s hand had slipped down, clutching a small bit of fabric from Chi Yi’s shirt, her face and ears flushed deep red. The heat of her fevered state tormented her, and her emotions rose and fell with Chi Yi’s every reaction.

Was she truly this guilty?

The image of that photo flashed before Chi Yi’s eyes, and a bitter suspicion bloomed in her heart:
Had Wen Ranqing really been so guilty that she would give up someone she loved just for her?

Chi Yi’s fingers dug deep into her palm. She exhaled heavily, sorrow filling her chest.

Even now — even now — she couldn’t stop herself from feeling jealousy and anger toward someone whose name she didn’t even know.

Her clear black eyes quickly darkened. Chi Yi rose from the bed, grabbed the suppressant spray, and misted the air around them a few times. Her voice was cold and indifferent.

“I understand, President Wen.”

It was “I understand,” not “Stop joking” or any other kind of rejection — implying it wasn’t a complete refusal.

“Xiao Yi…” Wen Ranqing murmured, drowsiness already tugging at her, yet her heart was full of quiet happiness. She struggled to stay awake, wanting to talk to Chi Yi a little longer.

“Go to sleep,” Chi Yi said, not looking at her. She gently helped Wen Ranqing remove her jacket, pulled a blanket over her, and added,
“I’m not going anywhere.”

Wen Ranqing, obedient for once, closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.

She looked peaceful in sleep — serene and beautiful. Her long lashes were still damp with tiny droplets, her ink-black hair cascaded like a waterfall over her snow-pale shoulders. In sleep, she looked nothing like the formidable president of Wen Corporation, whose every word and gesture could turn tides.

Only the lingering pheromones in the air reminded Chi Yi that the wild rose still had its thorns.

Chi Yi quietly got up and slipped into the bathroom, turning on the exhaust fan to speed up the dissipation of the heavy scent.

Then she sat down in a chair placed a short distance from the bed, her gaze dark and unreadable.

After a long moment, Chi Yi picked up her phone and accepted Wen Junze’s friend request. Without hesitation, she sent a straightforward message:

[Has Dr. An arrived yet?]

The little circle spun for a while before showing “sent successfully.”

Wen Junze, who was trekking up the mountain with the rescue team, paused mid-step when he saw the message. Not only had Chi Yi accepted his friend request, but the very first thing she asked about was Wen Ranqing. He quickly replied:

[She’s with me. We’ll arrive soon.]

[Is my sister okay?]

The mountain’s poor signal caused heavy delays. By the time Chi Yi received his messages, she was browsing a draft of the graduation ceremony speech prepared by the student council, intended for outstanding graduates. Her brows furrowed slightly. It was too late to decline now — the speaker list had already been finalized by the university leadership long ago.

Chi Yi glanced at Wen Ranqing lying on the bed. As a distinguished alumna of Beihang University, Wen Ranqing was almost annually invited back — delivering speeches, attending the tassel-turning ceremony. Every year at the graduation, the auditorium would be packed to overflowing.

Message after message from Wen Junze popped up. Chi Yi closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose, and leaned back heavily into the chair, feeling a growing drowsiness.

She found herself curious — just how had Wen Ranqing described her in front of her younger brother? To the extent that this young heir to the Wen family, the future successor of the Wen Corporation, would be so open and trusting toward her…

Gradually, Chi Yi drifted into sleep — until a damp, gentle breath brushed her ear, and a soft voice whispered, “Xiao Yi, wake up, alright?”