The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected (GL) - Chapter 22.4
Her voice was cool and clear, her beauty partially hidden beneath her clothes — elegant, composed, as though she had walked straight out of a classical painting.
With the poised, well-dressed man beside her showing her visible respect, Xia Xiaoxi intuitively knew Wen Ranqing wasn’t just an ordinary friend or elder to Chi Yi.
If Chi Yi liked someone like her…
Xia Xiaoxi understood that she stood very little chance.
“Senior…”
Xia Xiaoxi’s eyes were slightly redder than before, though she hadn’t moved any closer.
Chi Yi looked at her impassively.
She felt she’d made herself quite clear.
Besides, Wen Ranqing was standing just off to the side, and for no reason at all, an image of a little fox with a drooping tail popped into her mind — her thoughts were a mess.
“I’ll be going then, Senior.”
“These flowers are for you — I picked them specially for today. Congratulations on graduating.”
Chi Yi couldn’t quite turn down the gesture after that.
She gave a faint “Mm” in reply, just as Song Yan called to say the temporary parking spot was no longer available, and she’d have to get a ride herself.
Wen Ranqing had seen the entire exchange.
Her chest ached with a dull, sour tightness.
But her voice remained gentle and soft: “My car’s parked nearby.”
“There’s something important I meant to give you last time. It’s not a gift.”
Chi Yi hesitated for a moment — then got into Wen Ranqing’s car.
The inside of the car was warm and heavy with the faint, floral scent of perfume — Wen Ranqing’s scent, everywhere.
Chi Yi knew that Wen Ranqing usually drove herself.
Other than the occasional driver, few had ever been in this car.
It was Chi Yi’s first time.
The windows were tinted.
Wen Ranqing only then removed her hat, opening the glove compartment.
Inside were a few milk candies, clearly visible.
She pulled her hair back into a low ponytail with a simple tie.
Her ears, now exposed, were flushed red.
Her mature, alluring face — more captivating to Chi Yi than anyone else she had ever known — was now fully visible.
Only now did Chi Yi notice a reddened patch on Wen Ranqing’s wrist — stark and out of place against her pale, delicate skin.
Chi Yi’s heartbeat suddenly kicked up, and she cleared her throat, slightly awkward, “Give me the ointment.”
“Okay.”
Chi Yi first wiped her hands with a wet tissue, then poured a bit of the medicated oil into her palm.
She glanced at Wen Ranqing and applied it with the clinical detachment of a routine task.
The skin she touched was warm — nothing out of the ordinary — but when Wen Ranqing saw the tension in Chi Yi’s hand, the veins standing out against her skin, her ears flushed again. Hot breath slipped out between her parted lips.
Chi Yi wasn’t doing much better.
Her movements were not especially gentle, just like her tangled state of mind.
Even with the air conditioning on, the car felt stuffy, the heat rising. Before long, a fine layer of sweat gathered at the tip of her nose.
After finishing, she changed the subject to distract herself.
“You said you had something important to give me?”
“Inhibitors.”
Chi Yi’s gaze landed on Wen Ranqing’s delicate, calm profile — her heartbeat sped up again.
And part of that was because the “important thing” Wen Ranqing had gone out of her way to deliver turned out to be a whole box of inhibitors.
Inhibitors were typically associated with sensitive topics.
There were still people with outdated views who treated them as taboo.
Chi Yi had never had trouble buying her own.
For an Omega to personally deliver a box of inhibitors to an Alpha — it was hard not to imagine… other implications.
Her hand clenched slightly. She hadn’t yet said anything when Wen Ranqing spoke:
“They’re the same type you used to take.
Dr. An customized them for both of us, based on our specific physiology.”
“Other brands don’t work well.
They’re often less effective — some might even fail altogether.”
Most of the mass-market medications for secondary gender needs were from older, established brands.
Their effects were mediocre, especially for AOs with stronger mental strength levels.
Wen Pharma, as a rising player in the industry, offered personalized inhibitor formulations — at a price ten times higher.
Their clients were typically the wealthy and powerful.
Wen Ranqing’s face flushed slightly.
Clearly, she also felt nervous and embarrassed bringing all this up — but she pushed through anyway, determined not to let Chi Yi reject her outright.
“If you run out, Yi, just let me know anytime. I’ll bring more to you. Please don’t leave it unused.”
Her voice dropped lower near the end.
She clearly understood what it implied — giving your ex-wife inhibitors — and yet her tone was soft, almost coaxing, her head lowered as she applied the ointment, too shy to look at Chi Yi’s reaction.
And Wen Ranqing wasn’t wrong.
The last time during her susceptibility period, the standard inhibitors hadn’t worked well.
The fact that Wen Ranqing cared enough to remember and act on it didn’t seem like an act either — which only made it more frustrating.
Chi Yi leaned her head back, exhaling deeply, suddenly feeling parched.
Then she pushed, trying to test Wen Ranqing’s reaction:
“And how would you know I need inhibitors, President Wen?”
“What if I didn’t need them at all?”
If she was with an Omega, there’d be no need for inhibitors.
Thoughts like that — just like earlier, when a pretty girl confessed to Chi Yi — always made Wen Ranqing’s chest ache with something unbearable.
Of course Wen Ranqing understood what she meant.
Her eyes flushed with a subtle red at the corners.
She opened her mouth but couldn’t get a word out.
Even in the business world, where she was always poised and unreadable, in front of Chi Yi she was completely unguarded — always wearing her heart plainly on her face.
Now that beautiful face showed a quiet trace of sorrow.
She paused.
Then, after a moment, she took a milk candy from the glovebox, carefully unwrapped it, and leaned over to gently place it in Chi Yi’s mouth.
As if she had convinced herself of something, she said softly, “It doesn’t have a long shelf life. If you won’t use it… just throw it away.”
The hard candy brushed her lips before landing on her tongue.
The familiar sweetness bloomed instantly across her palate.
Just from the packaging, Chi Yi recognized it — a type of candy she had loved as a child, one she had often fed to Wen Ranqing after medicine.
She hadn’t expected Wen Ranqing to still keep something like this around.
In that moment, her resolve wavered again.
She had no resistance against this version of Wen Ranqing — soft, obedient, and so full of warmth.
Most people would have given up after being rejected more than once.
But Wen Ranqing never got angry, never backed away — she gave in to Chi Yi in every little way, indulging her entirely.
The sweeter the candy tasted, the more chaotic Chi Yi’s mind became.
Her heart was stirred again and again, her gaze growing darker.
The box of inhibitors sat quietly in the backseat.
Chi Yi didn’t say anything else.
She turned slightly, ready to get out of the car — only to be blocked by Wen Ranqing leaning in again.
One hand braced beside her, the other reached across to pull the seatbelt from Chi Yi’s side.
The faint blush of Wen Ranqing’s earlobe flashed past Chi Yi’s line of sight as she gently fastened her own belt, then said calmly:
“Let me drive you. It’s hard to get a ride during rush hour, and carrying that box around isn’t convenient either.”
“Are you heading home, or meeting Miss Song for dinner?”
The tender, thoughtful way she asked the question made Chi Yi force herself to calm down.
She replied instead with a question of her own: “President Wen, do you have that much free time?”
Why waste it on her?
“I’m not that free,” Wen Ranqing said lightly, “but I want to take you.”
She said it so naturally — like driving Chi Yi somewhere was a source of simple joy.
Chi Yi hesitated, then softened — and said nothing more.
Twenty minutes later, the Bentley pulled up outside an Italian restaurant at the city center.
Chi Yi stepped out of the car and turned back just in time to see Wen Ranqing biting her lip as she handed her the box of inhibitors — framed perfectly between the car and the restaurant’s floor-to-ceiling windows.
Her expression almost seemed to urge Chi Yi to go.
Wen Ranqing, always attentive to Chi Yi’s temper, obediently climbed back into the car.
As the Bentley started to pull away, Chi Yi caught sight of the bouquet she had casually left behind.
It was right there in plain view — Wen Ranqing couldn’t possibly have missed it.
But she hadn’t mentioned it.
And the emotion she showed in the car… that hurt — it had been so real.
An ill-timed thought jumped into Chi Yi’s mind.
It wasn’t until the black car turned the corner and disappeared that she shook her head and quickly entered the restaurant.