The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected (GL) - Chapter 19

As expected, the final product from Wen Pharmaceuticals was of excellent quality. With just one injection, Chi Yi felt as if the sluggish bl00d in her body had started flowing freely again, and her mind grew noticeably clearer.

Wen Ranqing and An Li were speaking in low voices outside. Through the frosted glass of the bathroom door, Chi Yi couldn’t make out their exact words. She only heard the faint crash of glass shattering on the floor. A moment later, someone knocked lightly on the door beside her.

An Li was still wearing her mask, but the heavy concentration of pheromones in the room had clearly lessened. She returned to Wen Ranqing’s side, picked up the medical kit, and said with a blank expression:
“President Wen, everything you asked for has been prepared. Although you don’t want to hear it, your body—”

“Dr. An,” Wen Ranqing interrupted softly from the bed, her long hair covering most of her face. Her tone was calm, but her expression was gentle.
“I understand. Please wait for me outside.”

An Li showed no reaction, but Chi Yi couldn’t help wondering:
Was this how Wen Ranqing usually spoke to her staff?

Chi Yi watched the interaction, sinking into thought.
This version of Wen Ranqing — cool but still gentle — differed slightly from the woman she thought she knew.

After An Li left, only the two of them remained. Wen Ranqing noticed Chi Yi staring off blankly and smiled softly.
“What are you thinking about, Xiao Yi?”

“Nothing,” Chi Yi instinctively denied.
Whatever she was thinking, it had nothing to do with her ex-wife anymore.
“President Wen, didn’t you say you had something to give me?”

Wen Ranqing had changed into a fresh set of clothes, and there were a few items beside her — clearly brought in by An Li.
Chi Yi had thought it was just an excuse to keep her from leaving immediately, but it seemed Wen Ranqing truly had something for her.

“This is for you. See if you like it.”

Chi Yi stood by the far side of the bed, keeping her distance. Wen Ranqing held out a small, velvet-lined jewelry box.
As she leaned over slightly, the sheen of sweat on her forehead and the pallor of her lips became all the more visible.

Swallowing back the rejection she’d nearly spoken aloud, Chi Yi reached out and took the box.

Inside was a custom platinum rose brooch from a famous luxury brand, studded with tiny, dazzling diamonds — clearly worth a fortune.

“I don’t like it,” Chi Yi said flatly, snapping the lid shut and placing it casually on the bed.
“President Wen, you really didn’t have to. I don’t need it — and I have no occasion to wear something like this.”

She quickly grabbed her jacket from the bed, shrugging into it with efficient movements, flipping up the collar neatly. She hadn’t even spared enough attention to properly look at the brooch before dismissing it — hadn’t even taken the time to decide whether it was beautiful or not, let alone whether she liked it.

Chi Yi didn’t even notice the tiny sliver of expectation she crushed inside herself when she so neatly drew the boundaries between them.

Wen Ranqing picked up the jewelry box carefully, smoothing her fingers over the lid. Hidden by her hair, the tip of her nose was faintly red — instantly making Chi Yi think of a little fox with drooping ears.

“Didn’t Xiao Yi once say she liked that her older sister was rich?” Wen Ranqing said in a soft, coaxing voice.
“Your sister here is rich — you don’t have to feel any burden.”

Chi Yi’s temple twitched slightly. She had indeed said something like that once, but she hadn’t expected Wen Ranqing to remember — or take it seriously enough to mention it now. For a moment, she was at a loss for a rebuttal.

“You could wear it on your graduation gown,” Wen Ranqing added gently, sensing Chi Yi’s hesitation.
“If it’s inconvenient for you to take it now, I can send it to your home.”

Chi Yi grew a little irritable at that and waved her hand, tacitly agreeing — though she silently hoped Wen Ranqing wouldn’t show up personally at her doorstep, gift and all.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving,” Chi Yi said, heading directly for the door without giving Wen Ranqing any chance to say goodbye.

But just as she was about to leave, her foot crunched down on something — a shard of broken glass.

“You’re not hurt, are you—?”

Behind her, she heard the sound of Wen Ranqing rising from the bed. Chi Yi spun around quickly, grabbing Wen Ranqing’s arm to stop her from stepping barefoot onto the broken glass.

“Stay put on the bed,” she snapped.

Chi Yi’s grip was firm. A faint red mark quickly appeared on Wen Ranqing’s delicate skin. Chi Yi withdrew her hand awkwardly, her expression turning ugly.
“Are you sick or something?”

Wen Ranqing wasn’t sick.
This was simply how her body was — low immunity, vulnerable to heat periods, and side effects from medication like heart palpitations, dizziness, and physical weakness were nothing new.

This time, thanks to Chi Yi’s pheromones, Wen Ranqing’s condition had eased somewhat — she was already feeling much better compared to before.

But it was not something she wanted to tell Chi Yi.

Their agreement stated that this kind of situation was Chi Yi’s responsibility. Yet Wen Ranqing had never been willing to exploit her — apart from that near-sinful moment of indulgence.

Chi Yi was loyal and dutiful, just like her father. If she knew the truth, she wouldn’t feel good about it.

“Hmm?”

Chi Yi’s clear, black eyes were filled with obvious impatience, and a faint trace of concern — barely perceptible — flickered within them.

“It’s just the side effects of the suppressant,” Wen Ranqing said quietly.
Faced with those luminous eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to lie.
“It’s not too bad.”

Chi Yi stiffened slightly, then cleared her throat and muttered, her tone full of disdain,
“Who cares whether you’re suffering or not?”

With a loud slam, the door shut behind her, the force betraying the frustration she couldn’t fully hide.

At last, Wen Ranqing’s figure disappeared from sight. Chi Yi silently exhaled, her chest lightening somewhat, and walked toward the courtyard.

Passing by Dr. An — whose expression today seemed particularly sour whenever looking at her — Chi Yi quickly snapped herself out of wondering about the suppressant’s side effects and kept moving without a word.

But An Li reached out and stopped her.

“Miss Chi,” she called, calm but firm,
“If you really care about President Wen’s health, I suggest you avoid getting too close during sensitive periods. It’s not good for either of you.”

The implication was clear — now that they were divorced, Chi Yi shouldn’t be clinging to Wen Ranqing through underhanded means. Without a true bond, the mutual reliance on pheromones would only intensify over time, eventually affecting both of their chances with future partners.

An Li was a top-tier doctor, professional and discreet. She had never crossed any lines around Wen Ranqing. For her to offer this advice so seriously, Chi Yi understood immediately that it wasn’t a small matter.

She said nothing more, only giving a faint nod to show she understood.

“Miss Chi—” An Li began again.

“Is there anything else, Dr. An?” Chi Yi cut her off sharply.

She could feel the weight of An Li’s gaze on the back of her neck — heavy, judgmental.

“If not,” Chi Yi said coldly,
“Then we won’t be seeing each other again.”

“Goodbye, Miss Chi.”

Not far away, Tan Jin was standing under an umbrella, waiting for her.
Seeing Chi Yi approach, she immediately stepped forward and shielded her under the umbrella.

Chi Yi hadn’t even spoken yet, but already she could feel the deep, paternal worry radiating from her. She took the umbrella from Tan Jin and bumped shoulders with her lightly.
“I’m here. Not hurt. Just stayed overnight for shelter,” she said simply.

Tan Jin shook her head. Although she had worried about Chi Yi’s safety, at the moment there was something more urgent — the video call in her hand.

She raised her phone. On the screen, Song Yan — looking polished and formally dressed — was reviewing some documents. Upon hearing the commotion, she immediately glanced at Chi Yi with a sharp, assessing look.

“You’ve grown bold, Chi Yi,” Song Yan said coldly.
“Night adventures into the forest, saving damsels in distress? The marriage is over — what stunt are you trying to pull now? Got your brain muddled with mud and sand?”

Chi Yi winced at the scolding, rubbing her aching forehead.
She pushed Tan Jin’s phone a little farther away.
This was exactly what she hated — being chewed out when she had no comeback, and worse yet, when every word was painfully reasonable.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard, everything was being cleaned and packed up. The furniture and supplies they had used were being carefully tidied.

Wen Ranqing walked beside Wen Junze. The boy had visibly matured, carrying himself with greater composure now as he reported the company’s project progress item by item to his sister.

The two siblings — blessed with excellent genes — both stood tall and graceful. Their manners were polished and refined, making them stand out like rare ornaments against the stern-faced staff and the wild, untamed mountain backdrop.

“President Wen, we’re ready to depart.”

“I understand.”

The mountain roads were treacherous. Wen Corporation’s vehicles had stopped midway up the slope, and even walking there would take some time. Meanwhile, Chi Yi and Tan Jin followed the rescue team back toward the geological survey base.

“…Wen Ranqing is still next to you, isn’t she? You’d better keep your distance—”

“I got it, Mama Song. The signal’s bad. I’ll call you later,” Chi Yi cut her off swiftly, spotting a familiar figure walking toward her through the rain. She accepted the phone from Tan Jin and hung up without hesitation.

“Jie—”
“Sister, hello. I’m Wen Junze.”

Wen Junze hesitated slightly, refraining from calling Chi Yi “brother-in-law” in person.

The boy was strikingly handsome, clean-cut, and radiated a carefree kind of confidence. He flashed a brilliant smile full of perfect white teeth as he greeted her.

Chi Yi didn’t tease him.
“Hello, I’m Chi Yi,” she said simply.

After speaking, she felt a little awkward.
Earlier, worried that Wen Ranqing might overhear something rash from Song Yan, she’d hastily ended the call — but now, facing Wen Ranqing in person, she realized she had nothing to say.

It was Wen Ranqing who took a step closer with a soft smile.
“Be careful on the way.”

Chi Yi: “…”

Wen Junze, watching the two of them — the approach, the awkward pause, the departure — quickly picked up on the delicate tension between them. He said nothing.
Soon, darkness would fall, and the muddy mountain roads would only grow worse. He quietly stood with Wen Ranqing, watching Chi Yi’s retreating figure disappear before finally turning to leave.

—

By mid-month, Chi Yi completed her internship with the geological survey team and returned to school. With the final project presentation for her research at hand, and graduation defense immediately following, her days became a frantic blur — she practically lived in the lab.

It wasn’t until the day before graduation that she finally stepped outside the gates of Beihang University. After saying goodbye to Tan Jin, she trudged home, exhausted both physically and mentally.

Waiting at her doorstep was someone unexpected.

A tall, slender woman leaned casually against a car parked nearby.
As soon as she spotted Chi Yi, she lifted her hand and waved.