The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected (GL) - Chapter 9

After several consecutive days of intense work, everyone at Wen Corporation was on edge.

Endless waves of scandals, rapid cash flow rotations, and multiple partner companies demanding contract terminations before their projects even began — though Wen Ranqing personally oversaw the situation, the overwhelming workload left every department barely holding on.

As dinnertime approached, after wrapping up the final critical meeting, the entire company was allowed to leave early.

In the vast, empty conference room, Wen Ranqing sat alone in front of her laptop, skimming through documents and the barrage of new messages popping up. Her eyes stung with exhaustion, and the coffee at her side had long gone cold.

The secretary knocked and entered. Wen Ranqing barely reacted, letting him quietly replace her coffee with a fresh cup.

Back when he first started working under Wen Ting, Cheng Yuan had been just a green rookie. He had watched Wen Ranqing, step by painstaking step, climb to where she was today. He understood her cold and distant nature, yet also knew that when it came to caring for her employees, she never fell short — though when it came to herself, she demanded nothing less than perfection.

He said nothing, quietly waiting by her side.

Another two hours slipped by as the coffee dwindled to its last drops. Night had fallen deep outside the windows when Cheng Yuan finally turned to leave, only to be stopped by Wen Ranqing.

“You should head home too. It’s getting late.”

Cheng Yuan hesitated for a moment. As Wen Ranqing closed her laptop, he stepped forward to help tidy the mountain of documents scattered across the table.

“Where’s Junze? Why isn’t he at the office?”

Wen Junze had just returned to China and was still adjusting. Wen Ranqing, overwhelmed with work, had given him a few days off to explore on his own. Usually, however, he stayed in the company and even had his meals at the cafeteria. His absence at this time was somewhat unusual.

In truth, Junze had snuck out, having specifically asked Cheng Yuan to keep it a secret before leaving.

Without pausing his task, Cheng Yuan replied, “Young Master Wen went out to find someone.”

Meanwhile

At the entrance of the nightclub, deafening music throbbed through the air. Chi Yi stood by the door, already wide awake thanks to the overwhelming noise, glaring at the smiling instigator, Song Yan.

With a playful wave, Song Yan strutted in on her high heels, swaying her hips seductively.

Chi Yi had never been much of a club-goer. Before adulthood, she simply hadn’t had the opportunity. After coming of age, her world had been dominated by research and Wen Ranqing — anything outside of those two realms felt like a waste of time.

Standing once again in such a chaotic place, the quiet and composed Chi Yi felt utterly out of place.

She glanced at Tan Jin, who was walking silently ahead. Realizing Chi Yi hadn’t moved, Tan Jin turned back and said calmly, “Come on.”

Chi Yi: “…”

Inside the bar, servers dressed in maid costumes — both male and female — weaved through the crowd, carrying trays of unfamiliar cocktails.

In a conspicuously decorated corner, bold characters hung on the wall: Singles Party. Young men and women sat around, filling up most of the lounge area.

“Congratulations, Chi Yi, on becoming single again!”

As Chi Yi approached, party poppers exploded on either side. Someone handed her a glass — she barely saw it before she instinctively clinked glasses with everyone around her.

The drink was strong, burning her throat on the way down. Coughing a little, she grabbed a cherry from a nearby fruit plate. Casting a deadpan glance at Song Yan, who was clearly the mastermind behind this setup, she muttered, “Weren’t we supposed to get dinner?”

“You needed to get out and have some fun!” Song Yan said proudly, pulling her down to sit. “You’ve been moping around like someone dumped you — people are starting to worry! Look, dinner and some after-dinner activities!”

“And maybe even meet some new friends~”

Following Song Yan’s gaze, Chi Yi surveyed the so-called “new friends” gathered at the booths — all stylish, charismatic, and unmistakably Omega.

New friends? This was nothing more than a large-scale matchmaking event.

“I’m not interested,” Chi Yi said bluntly.

She flopped onto the soft sofa and draped an arm over her eyes. “You all go ahead. I’m tired.”

“Stubborn blockhead,” Song Yan muttered affectionately. Unbothered, she tossed a cushion into Chi Yi’s arms and led the others into the dance floor.

Sinking into the plush sofa, Chi Yi felt exhaustion wash over her once again. She had barely slept the past few nights, and problem after problem had drained her completely. Her heavy eyelids soon closed.

Seeing this, Tan Jin quietly stood up and headed to the restroom. She thought that if Chi Yi still looked tired when she came back, she would simply take her home so she could rest properly.

Just as Tan Jin was nearing the restroom, she heard a vaguely familiar voice coming from the bar not far away.

“What are you doing here?”

The lights in Wen Corporation’s tower had been on for as long as Wen Ranqing had been without rest. She could feel not only the soreness in her eyes but also a dull headache forming. The dazzling lights overhead only intensified her discomfort.

Wen Junze stepped forward, nervously shielding Lu Ningyi behind him. “Sis, why are you here?”

The girl standing behind Wen Junze looked about the same age as him. Hidden in the shadows, she studied Wen Ranqing’s expression carefully, comparing it with the one in her memory.

The atmosphere between the siblings was tense. After a moment of silence, Lu Ningyi took a small, hesitant step forward, her eyes red and watery like a frightened little rabbit.

“Miss Wen… h-hello, I’m A’Ze’s friend. Please don’t blame him — I was the one who asked him to meet me.”

“Address her as President Wen,” Wen Ranqing corrected calmly.

“Junze, come home with me.”

Her voice was so composed, so cool, that Lu Ningyi couldn’t help but wonder if those words, carrying a faint chill, were actually directed at her.

Clearly startled, the girl clutched at Wen Junze’s sleeve with trembling hands but remained silent, her posture meek and pitiful, as if she had just been scolded.

Wen Junze hesitated. “Sis…”

“Come home with me,” Wen Ranqing repeated firmly.

Meanwhile, across the room—

“Has Xiao Jin gone bad?”

Without warning, a pair of glasses was gently removed from Tan Jin’s face. A warm hand lightly covered her eyes, surrounding her with a faint, cool fragrance. The touch was so gentle that she could easily pull away if she wished.

Though Tan Jin, as a Beta, couldn’t distinguish between Alpha and Omega pheromones, she instantly recognized the scent of Song Yan’s perfume.

For a fleeting moment, her neck stiffened. Then, maintaining a cautious distance to avoid touching Song Yan directly, Tan Jin coolly withdrew from the loose embrace, as if nothing had happened.

But to Song Yan, the subtle rejection was even more enticing — the brush of long lashes across her palm, the aloof restraint — it was an irresistible temptation.

Playing idly with the delicate frame of the glasses, Song Yan flashed a dazzling smile. “You look beautiful without them too.”

Under the dim, shifting lights, only the strange reflections lit the room. Tan Jin’s flushed earlobes remained hidden in the semi-darkness. She reached out to retrieve her glasses.

But Song Yan mischievously held them behind her back, the sudden proximity between them electric with tension.

Breathing in the faint, sweet scent lingering on Tan Jin’s body, Song Yan teased but quickly pulled away before Tan Jin could say anything. “I’ll help you,” she offered with a smile.

Song Yan knew Tan Jin was reserved and traditional. Push too hard, and she might drive her away.

Carefully, she placed the black metal-framed glasses back on Tan Jin’s high nose bridge, adding a refined, scholarly air to her appearance. Tan Jin murmured in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Song Yan said brightly, her hand naturally landing on Tan Jin’s shoulder. “Now, let’s go check on that stubborn blockhead.”

As they turned, they happened to brush past a woman of outstanding elegance. Song Yan instinctively glanced back. After a moment of surprise, she curved her lips into a slow, sly smile and called out:

“President Wen, what a coincidence.”

“If I recall correctly, you’ve been extremely busy these past few days, haven’t you? What brings you here, indulging in such… worldly pleasures?”

Wen Ranqing was dressed in a sharply tailored suit, the young boy trailing behind her bearing a striking resemblance. It was obvious to anyone watching that Song Yan’s words were laced with mockery.

Unfazed, Wen Ranqing merely nodded politely. “Good evening, Miss Song.”

“And good evening to you as well, Miss Tan.”

Tan Jin had only met Wen Ranqing once before — the day Chi Yi enrolled at university. That day, the campus was overflowing with people, all eager to catch a glimpse of the famous President of Wen Corporation and the already legendary Chi Yi.

Tan Jin hadn’t recognized Chi Yi at first — it was Chi Yi who had spotted her from the ID photo and waved her over.

Standing behind Chi Yi at the time, out of view, Wen Ranqing’s gaze had softened ever so slightly — a detail Tan Jin never forgot. Later, Wen Ranqing had greeted her with a kindness that felt as refreshing as a spring breeze.

Nearly four years had passed since then. The fact that Wen Ranqing could still recognize her at a glance surprised Tan Jin. She responded with a polite nod.

“If I’m not mistaken,” Song Yan chimed in mischievously, “this must be Young Master Wen. Nice to meet you! I’m Song Yan — you can call me Sister Song.”

“Miss Song,” Wen Ranqing spoke just as Song Yan was about to shake hands with the slightly bewildered boy. “Let’s not involve the children in our affairs.”

“Our affairs?” Song Yan raised an eyebrow, her tone mocking. “I wasn’t aware we had any, President Wen.”

Back when Chi Yi had first placed the marriage contract in front of Song Yan, it had been like a bolt from the blue. Despite voicing her disapproval immediately, Song Yan had still taken the time, after Chi Yi left, to thoroughly investigate this rumored daughter of the Wen family.

The Wen family’s heiress was said to be like a flower in a sky garden — cold, aloof, untouchable — much like her father: emotionless and detached.

Out of professional courtesy, Song Yan had personally looked into Wen Ranqing’s background. She found no flaws; in fact, Wen Ranqing seemed almost unnervingly perfect.

Even after Chi Yi married Wen Ranqing, Song Yan had kept tabs on her. She didn’t want to see Chi Yi blindly walk down a dead-end path without realizing it. If she were to convince Chi Yi to divorce, she needed solid evidence.

But reality had proved her wrong. She found nothing — Wen Ranqing’s life revolved solely around work. Rumors about her relying on her looks or hiding lovers in golden cages were nothing but jealous gossip.

As for why Song Yan felt so infuriated whenever she saw Wen Ranqing — it all boiled down to Chi Yi.

Through the years of Chi Yi’s overt — not hidden — affection for Wen Ranqing, Song Yan had been there for every step. She had thought that even if Wen Ranqing were a block of ice, Chi Yi’s unwavering warmth would eventually melt her.

Yet Wen Ranqing never did. She never responded to Chi Yi’s love, neither accepting it nor firmly rejecting it. She remained cold and distant, with only her career in her eyes.

Song Yan knew that her resentment wasn’t entirely reasonable. Still, her heart ached for Chi Yi, who, she feared, wouldn’t recover easily.

With a biting smile, Song Yan decided to provoke Wen Ranqing a little. “Oh~ I see,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “By ‘we,’ President Wen must be referring to you and Chi Yi, right?”

Following Song Yan’s pointed gaze, Wen Ranqing turned—and in that instant, a sharp pang stabbed through her heart.