The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected (GL) - Chapter 3

Chi Yi led Wen Ranqing into the dance floor, slipping an arm around her slender waist.

A faint fragrance of roses drifted in the air, lingering subtly.

Chi Yi dutifully played the role of the perfect wife, a sweet smile blooming on her young, charming face. She said nothing — but sweetness naturally spilled over in every small gesture.

There was a hint of fruity fragrance too — it was unclear whether it came from Chi Yi herself or from the surrounding drinks.

Wen Ranqing gazed into Chi Yi’s eyes. Only from her angle could one notice that Chi Yi’s smile never truly reached her eyes.

“Careful.”

The hand at Wen Ranqing’s waist tightened slightly. In a moment of distraction, Wen Ranqing was gracefully led aside, dodging another dancing couple.

“President Wen seems… a little different tonight,” Chi Yi remarked.

The scent of alcohol was unusually strong. Though her smile was sweet, it couldn’t mask the taut, rigid line of her jaw.

The hand resting on Wen Ranqing’s soft waist applied a bit more pressure.

As an Alpha, Chi Yi had an imposing physique. Even though she suffered from severe gastritis due to irregular meals, she could still easily shield Wen Ranqing within her embrace.

Chi Yi had never spoken to Wen Ranqing like this before — her tone now carried an edge, almost a hint of provocation.

Yet Wen Ranqing remained unaffected by the change, her demeanor still aloof and unattainable. “Xiao Yi seems a bit different today too.”

Chi Yi raised an eyebrow, expecting more — but before she could steady herself, Wen Ranqing moved closer, throwing her rhythm slightly off balance.

Most of the media had already left; the ones remaining were more likely to feed on tabloid gossip.

The hand resting on Chi Yi’s shoulder subtly seized control, forcing her to match Wen Ranqing’s lead.

“Are you going back to school tomorrow?”
“Or taking a break?”

Chi Yi’s heart gave a heavy thud.
She instantly understood the underlying message.

Of course — she was still just a student, whereas Wen Ranqing was a rising mogul, a storm-maker in the business world.

The chasm between them — in status, power, age — could never truly be crossed.

No matter how hard Chi Yi tried, she could never stir even a ripple in Wen Ranqing’s heart — not in their intimate childhood moments, nor now with her clumsy attempts at provocation.

“Resting,” Chi Yi replied quietly.

Despite the desolation and bitter disappointment swelling inside, Chi Yi’s gaze remained tender, brimming with silent affection as she gazed at her wife under the public’s watchful eyes.

“Is that really Chi Yi? I almost didn’t recognize her!”

“Honestly, even if the Chi family has fallen, this Miss Chi still has a huge heart. Did you know where Wen Ranqing spent the night yesterday?”

An Alpha’s senses were sharper than average. Chi Yi clearly caught the murmured gossip floating from the edge of the dance floor and, unconsciously, moved a little closer.

“I know, I know. Someone saw Wen Ranqing sneaking into Jingke’s building late at night…”

“President Jian of Jingke? That one’s notorious for playing wild.”

“Maybe they think the office is more… exciting.”

Just as the wine scent thickened around her, the cool, fresh smell of wild roses slipped into Chi Yi’s senses again. A chilly hand brushed against her cheek for the briefest moment — so fleeting that even childish longing had no time to rise.

As the music faded, Chi Yi’s mind, previously clouded by the Omega’s pheromones, cleared slightly. She obediently lowered her head, allowing Wen Ranqing to press a light kiss at the corner of her lips, her eyes vacant.

Since their first appearance together at a major event — when Wen Ranqing had kissed her to calm her nerves — the media had loved portraying them as deeply affectionate.
Since then, this tender kiss had become almost their signature before the public.

In the space that only the two of them could sense, the mingling of fruit and rose fragrances thickened.
Bodies pressed close, and Chi Yi’s pounding heart felt louder than ever.

The soft trace of Wen Ranqing’s lips moved upward along her cheek. Then, with a whisper at her ear:

“I still have some matters to deal with. Go home and wait for me.”

Chi Yi’s chest trembled, a dangerous illusion of hope flaring — only to be ruthlessly extinguished.

“My heat cycle has started,” Wen Ranqing added, her voice indifferent.

Lowering her gaze, Chi Yi murmured, “Understood, President Wen.”

—

An Alpha, dressed in a black silk pajama set, stood silently by the window.

The muted phone lay abandoned on the bed.
The screen lit up with an incoming call, lingering for a few seconds before fading into darkness again.

The room was swallowed by darkness, and the tall figure within it was cloaked by shadow as well.

Everyone said this was a temporary palace bought by President Wen of Wen Corporation, but few knew that, in truth, only Chi Yi usually lived here.
Now standing inside Wen Ranqing’s room, Chi Yi felt utterly out of place.

From just a few steps away, the drip-drip sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, heralding what was about to happen.
Chi Yi felt a wave of nervousness sweep over her.

Helping Wen Ranqing through her heat cycle —
It was a clause written into their contract.
But Chi Yi had rarely ever fulfilled it.

The situation felt so unfamiliar that even Wen Ranqing’s simple act of bathing seemed endlessly prolonged.

She didn’t even know how Wen Ranqing had gotten through her previous heats.
An S-rank Omega’s estrus was something almost unbearable for ordinary people — medication could only dull the symptoms to a limited extent.

Perhaps… there had always been many Alphas to help her.

The faint moonlight outside was shrouded by thick clouds.
Deep into the night — how long had it been? — the bathroom door finally slid open.

Chi Yi shrank her neck slightly, then turned toward Wen Ranqing.

She picked up the hairdryer, but the faint, forced smile that lifted the corners of her mouth disappeared as soon as Wen Ranqing turned her back.

“Xiao Yi,” came the soft call.

“Hmm.”

Chi Yi’s fingers gently threaded through Wen Ranqing’s damp hair.
The moisture clinging to the strands reminded her of the dew that clung so delicately to flower petals at dawn.

The floral scent in the air grew heavier, and the sight of Wen Ranqing’s slightly flushed scent glands appeared fragile — dangerously inviting.

“I’m going abroad for a while,” Wen Ranqing said.

“To bring my brother home.”

Omegas were naturally vulnerable — highly fertile, easily losing control once their heat cycle began.
For three to five days, they needed the constant soothing of their Alpha.

Chi Yi knew full well:
Alphas were not invincible.
A strong enough Omega could tug at their rationality, drown them in instinct.

She didn’t know how other Alphas might react.
She only knew — when it came to Wen Ranqing — she had no control at all.

No matter how much she hated, no matter how many times she told herself not to fall —
When faced with Wen Ranqing exposing her delicate nape so defenselessly, Chi Yi’s own pheromones surged restlessly within her.

She drew a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she resumed drying Wen Ranqing’s hair.
“What happened?” she asked.

“Junze graduated and I want him to return and develop his career here,” Wen Ranqing answered.

Chi Yi’s fingertips accidentally brushed against Wen Ranqing’s scent gland —
and she clearly felt the other woman’s body tremble.

The wild rose fragrance exploded into the air, fresh and intoxicating, every tendril wrapping around Chi Yi’s nerves.

Wild roses — so noble in bloom, yet once plucked, their petals could be crushed into tea, their oils into perfume — their essence spilling allure.

Even with her high degree of self-control, Chi Yi couldn’t help but release a faint thread of her own pheromones.

A heady whiskey aroma quickly filled the room —
caramel, vanilla, and wild fruit blended with flowers —
dragging the two of them deeper into a forest of uncontrollable desire.

Chi Yi’s throat tightened painfully.
She pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, trying to suppress herself — but the moment Wen Ranqing turned around and pinned her down, all defenses crumbled.

The hairdryer fell to the floor with a loud clang, slipping under the bed, buzzing on weakly.

They were too close.
Far, far too close.

Chi Yi tilted her head back, staring at the ceiling — not daring to even look at Wen Ranqing.

Wen Ranqing was seven years older than her — mature, elegant, and exuding a natural sensuality with every gesture.

Whether in her youth or now —
no matter the complicated mess of emotions —
Chi Yi could not deny her obsession with this woman.

Her wrists were pinned lightly against the headboard.
Chi Yi knew:
With barely any effort, she could easily turn the situation around, overpower Wen Ranqing.

But she didn’t.

In front of Wen Ranqing, Chi Yi was like a lion stripped of its fangs — timid, docile.
Perhaps, four years ago, proposing the contract had been the boldest thing she had ever done.

“Xiao Yi…”
The breath at her neck was hot, wanton.
The wedding ring was deftly slipped from her finger and placed aside by hands as soft as silk.

She had drunk too fast at the banquet, on an empty stomach.
Now the S-rank Alpha, despite the searing intensity of her desires, still struggled to suppress herself.
Her head throbbed painfully; her temples pulsed wildly.
Her spiritual energy churned uncontrollably inside her body.

Add to that — Wen Ranqing’s low, tempting whispers right in her ear — and Chi Yi felt herself slipping, her entire being burning up in her own helpless fever.

“When are you leaving…”
Chi Yi forced herself to ask despite the heat burning inside her, wrapping her arms around Wen Ranqing’s soft, breathless body — fragile by nature, now even more so.

The woman who was always so commanding in public had her dress bunched up around her waist.
Her icy hands slid up to the back of Chi Yi’s neck, lips brushing her ear, nibbling gently at her earlobe, her voice soft and fragile — and completely off-topic.

“Xiao Yi… I’m sorry…”

Chi Yi’s mind snapped sharply into focus.

She stared at Wen Ranqing in shock, only to feel her hand brushing past her own now-reactive scent gland. A wave of electric numbness raced up Chi Yi’s spine to the old scar stretched across her shoulder.

In the past, the few times Chi Yi had helped Wen Ranqing through a heat cycle, it had always been gentle and restrained — calming her with faint pheromone releases, tender embraces that ended in nothing more than sleep.

Never — never had Wen Ranqing shown such open vulnerability or seduction before.

Now, kneeling before her, Wen Ranqing looked so weak it seemed a single hand could crush her.

Chi Yi stood frozen.

The delicate white neck tilted back in unbearable need.
Every inch of pale skin was flushed a deep, alluring pink.
Through a chorus of broken sobs and repeated apologies, Wen Ranqing’s tear-dampened eyes — those beautiful peach blossom eyes — shone with a glaze of desperate desire.

Her red lips inched closer and closer.
Chi Yi could feel her heart hammering violently against her ribs.

She dug her nails hard into her palm and twisted her head away at the last second, barely avoiding the kiss.

The woman atop her seemed to sense her retreat.
Wen Ranqing bit down on her lower lip in frustration but didn’t try to seize Chi Yi’s hand again.

The hairdryer continued humming loudly on the floor, blowing hot air that made the room stifling.

Chi Yi reached out a long arm to turn it off but missed — then moved to turn on the light.

“Don’t… don’t turn on the light,” Wen Ranqing whispered.

“And don’t move.”

Her voice — a command masked with a trace of pleading — buried itself under the thick air of longing.

In the darkness, the sound of heavy breathing and shifting bodies filled the space, making the seconds stretch unbearably long.

The feverish entanglement lasted for about half an hour before, finally, the hairdryer was shut off.

Chi Yi moved gently, getting out of bed.
She filled the bathtub with water, then rinsed her legs clean under the showerhead, her expression completely clear.