The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected (GL) - Chapter 6

The section of the agreement related to Wen Ranqing had long been carefully prepared.
Phone calls coordinating with the opposing lawyer came one after another.
By the time everything was finally settled, the sky had begun to darken.

“Little birdie — no, wait, little rich lady now~,” Song Yan teased, glancing at her watch to confirm the date.
“To properly reward your dear Sister Song, I’ll graciously give you the chance to treat me to dinner tomorrow. After seven o’clock, I’m free.”

Chi Yi idly twirled her coffee cup, clearly uninterested.
“Whatever you want.”

“And the money — have you thought about what you’re going to do with it? Need me to recommend some investment products?”

The compensation stated in the contract wasn’t a fixed amount.
Instead, it was calculated against Wen Corporation’s entire annual turnover —
a staggering figure by any measure.
Plus, all the core projects Chi Yi had participated in — the ownership of the engineering works — were all transferred to her.

Golden light spilled over the city outside,
but it couldn’t warm even a flicker of the darkness in Chi Yi’s black eyes.

Staring out across the street at a distant building, she said faintly,
“Whatever.”

Song Yan saw right through her.
Cutting ties completely — that wasn’t something Chi Yi could do so easily.

Sighing, Song Yan took off her sunglasses.
“The archery range should still be open.
Come on — I’ll go with you.”

Night had fully fallen.

At the archery range, the staff recognized Chi Yi and, without needing a reservation, immediately opened up the private lanes for them.

There weren’t many people inside — only the sharp, clean sound of arrows slicing through air.

It wasn’t as exhilarating as shooting outdoors, but Chi Yi stubbornly preferred staying inside both of them knew why.

The one who had seemed the most reluctant earlier was now silently drawing bow after bow, more focused than anyone.

Watching her, Song Yan’s hands itched too.

During a water break, she tilted her chin toward Chi Yi.
“Want to have a match?”

The hall was warm and stuffy. Sweat quickly dampened their skin.

Chi Yi shrugged off her extra gear and her outer jacket, left only in a short athletic crop top.

She fastened her arm guard again.
“Bring it on.”
The airplane landed and came to a stop.

Wen Ranqing stepped off the plane, walking ahead of Wen Junze through the airport concourse.
Their assistants trailed behind at a respectful distance, pushing their luggage.

Although it wasn’t yet fully nighttime, the terminal was already crowded.
Many turned to look at them, whispering behind their hands.

Just then, Wen Ranqing received a call from Cheng Yuan.

Wen Junze — over six feet tall — had to walk quickly to keep up with his sister’s brisk pace in her thin heels.
He followed quietly, not daring to interrupt the call.

But even without hearing the conversation, he could feel the heavy pressure gathering around Wen Ranqing — even worse than it had been on the flight.

He watched her carefully.
By the time they reached the parking lot, the heartache he felt for her had reached its peak.

In the lot, a crowd had already gathered — wielding cameras, flashes popping in every direction.

As soon as they spotted Wen Ranqing, they surged forward.
A few bodyguards struggled to hold them back.

“President Wen! Are you and Chi Yi divorcing by mutual agreement? Will this affect Wen Corporation?”

“Is it because Miss Chi couldn’t accept your infidelity?”

“Some rumors claim that Miss Chi only married you for financial gain. Care to comment—?”

The noble-faced woman stood unmoved,
her expression a mask of perfect indifference.

It was as if none of it had anything to do with her until suddenly, her face hardened.

Wen Junze had never experienced a scene like this before.
He stared at the frail figure standing in front of him, watching how baseless rumors tried to drown her.

“Stay away from my sister.”

Stepping forward, he inserted himself between her and the advancing cameras,
the little bit of spiritual pressure he accidentally released forcing the crowd back slightly.

Just when Wen Junze thought he could breathe again, a sharper, more vicious set of questions came flying at him: “Are you the young President Wen?”

“Is it true you received your degree just after coming of age? Was there academic fraud involved? Is Wen Corporation raising heirs too hastily?”

“——”

Cheng Yuan arrived with reinforcements, quickly moving to restore order.

Wen Ranqing answered a few questions from select media outlets, keeping her responses brief and measured, before finally leaving the scene.

At the entrance of the training hall, the staff immediately straightened up and greeted her respectfully.

“Good evening, Miss Wen.”

Wen Ranqing nodded slightly. Although travel-worn, her voice remained steady.

“Has Xiao Yi been here?”

“Yes,” the receptionist quickly replied. “She came with Miss Song. They are inside the range. I can escort you if you like.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Wen Ranqing said calmly.

She had not even gone back to the company.
After finding out that Chi Yi was not at home, she had rushed straight here.
She knew Chi Yi loved this place.

Standing quietly for a moment, Wen Ranqing refused any company and walked alone toward the archery hall.

The venue was bright and open.
Beyond the tall glass wall, the riding fields outside were dark.
Inside, the reflections from the lights made everything seem even clearer.

Chi Yi’s shoulder-length hair moved slightly with her actions.
The edge of her white tank top was soaked with sweat.
Beads of perspiration slid down her smooth stomach, following the lines of her lean figure before staining her loose black sports pants.

Her arms, long and slender, tensed and relaxed with each shot.
Every arrow hit the target with a heavy, solid sound.
Her movements were clean and sharp, full of the strength and spirit of youth.

Besides occasional meetings at public events or brief moments at home, Wen Ranqing and Chi Yi had barely seen each other properly.

Now, watching her under the bright lights, Wen Ranqing could only stand there silently.
They were already divorced.
Still, the sight of the girl so full of life made Wen Ranqing’s chest tighten with sudden pain.

Neither Chi Yi nor Song Yan noticed the figure standing quietly in the dark.

They were too focused.

When their quiver finally emptied, Song Yan was the first to collapse onto the floor, exhausted.

“You’re so weak, Song Yan,” Chi Yi teased, tossing a cold soda bottle at her.

Chi Yi then sat down cross-legged without caring about appearances.
She looked extremely pleased with herself and silently mouthed three words at Song Yan, “Old Aunt Song.”

The soda bottle was thrown back at her with surprising force.
Chi Yi caught it perfectly with one hand.

Chi Yi laughed and teased, “What? Trying to kill me now?”

Song Yan, too tired even to roll her eyes, muttered, “Old aunties can’t drink that stuff. At least make me some tea.”

“Then don’t drink,” Chi Yi said nonchalantly.

She opened her own bottle and drank half of it in one gulp.
Smacking her lips loudly, she let out a satisfied sigh.

She behaved like a complete child.

Song Yan couldn’t help laughing, her anger disappearing.

Back when they were still at Beihang University, there had been countless posts on the forums lamenting that Chi Yi had married too young.
While others were still finishing their degrees, Chi Yi had already married and divorced.
Yet she had not changed much, still acting like the little girl who had once pestered everyone for candy.

Sometimes Song Yan wondered.
If she had not rebelled against her father that summer and gotten grounded,
would Chi Yi have ever met that woman?
If not, maybe she would have achieved even more in her field. Maybe Chi Yi’s life would have been completely different.

Song Yan had always carried a little guilt when it came to Chi Yi.
That was why she had distanced herself after Chi Yi’s wedding.

Still, no matter how mischievous or shameless she was, Chi Yi had a way of winning people over.

Pretending to surrender, Song Yan handed her bottle back.

“Fine. Open it for me.”

Chi Yi raised an eyebrow, amused.

Song Yan sighed and admitted defeat.
“I really don’t have the strength.”

Her gaze drifted toward the dark riding fields outside.
If Chi Yi was this focused on shooting tonight, it was only because the white stallion was not there.

The sound of the bottle cap popping echoed softly.

Soda spilled everywhere.

Song Yan’s daydreaming ended instantly.
She scrambled to pull tissues from her handbag and tried to clean up the mess.

“Stop it, Song Yan,” Chi Yi said.

The soda had already soaked a large patch across Chi Yi’s chest.
There was no saving it now, yet Song Yan still uselessly handed her tissue after tissue.

Finally, Chi Yi gently grabbed Song Yan’s wrist and pushed it aside before letting go quickly.

Her lively, mischievous face turned serious.

“Song Yan,” she said quietly.
“I never blamed you.”

“Falling for Wen Ranqing… was something I could never have avoided. Even if I hadn’t stayed at her house for those six months, I still would have met her at the funeral four years ago.”

Song Yan’s expression changed.
She realized she had misunderstood all along.

Chi Yi might still seem carefree on the surface, but underneath, that carefree mask hid so much more.

Without a word, Song Yan handed her a clean black T-shirt.

Softly, she asked, “And now?”

“You’re already divorced. But do you still—?”

Hearing that, Chi Yi finally could not help herself.
For the first time tonight, she looked toward the place where she had once poured countless glances full of love.

Before Wen Ranqing had turned eighteen, even with her poor health, she had never missed a single riding lesson.

Chi Yi would always drag Song Yan along, watching Wen Ranqing ride, no matter how long it took.

At first, a few of Chi Yi’s school friends who often went to the archery range with her would ask excitedly who the beautiful, fairy-like young woman was.
Chi Yi would proudly pat her little chest and declare, “She’s my wife!”

But as time passed, Wen Ranqing came less and less often.
Her health and her work no longer allowed her the luxury of such physically demanding activities.

Chi Yi and Song Yan, however, became regulars at the range.

Chi Yi felt a sudden sting in her nose, her chest tightening painfully as she looked at the beautiful dream she had woven for herself.
She whispered to no one in particular, not even knowing who she was speaking to:

“No. I will forget her.”
Even if it would not happen now.

The sound of a door hinge creaking broke through the silence.
Both Chi Yi and Song Yan turned their heads, but they saw no one.

“Really going to follow through?” Song Yan asked, sounding doubtful.

“I will,” Chi Yi said quietly.

“Have you moved back to the old family house? Want me to drive you home?”

“No need,” Chi Yi replied.

Song Yan gave her a strange look, almost as if she was worried Chi Yi would lose her way if left alone.

“Don’t worry about me. I just need to clear my head a little,” Chi Yi said with a smile.
“Go home and rest early.”

She watched Song Yan’s car pull away.
Before it disappeared, Song Yan rolled down the window and called out,

“Tomorrow night, seven o’clock. I’ll pick you up at the school gates.”

“And don’t forget to bring little Jinjin~”

“I know, I know,” Chi Yi replied.

Of course, she should have known better than to expect Song Yan to behave properly.
She was obviously using this as an excuse to set up another meeting.

Chi Yi let out a helpless laugh, feeling much lighter than before. The heavy frustration of the day seemed to have lifted a little.

She turned her head instinctively toward the horse paddock and, by accident, locked eyes with a pair of familiar peach blossom eyes.

“Xiao Yi,” a familiar voice called softly.

A clean white towel appeared before her, held out by Wen Ranqing.

Chi Yi froze in shock. She instinctively took a small step back to avoid getting too close.

“What a coincidence, President Wen,” she said with a distant and polite tone.

The cool, detached formality between them felt perfectly fitting.