The White Moonlight of Three Male Leads - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: The Start of the Story with Male Lead Feng

Song Yuyan’s mind was filled with Feng Chengling’s character setting.

Feng Chengling was the self-made entrepreneurial male lead. He came from an average background, no wealth or power in his family, and was burdened with a bunch of troublesome relatives.

He had stumbled and struggled his way from high school into college, thinking he could defy fate. But once he truly entered university, he realized the vast gap between himself and those around him.

His classmates came from better families, didn’t fall behind academically, and their vision and knowledge were miles ahead of his.

A lot of people might choose to give up or lie flat, but Feng Chengling wasn’t one of them.

He delivered food, couriered packages, worked as a waiter, worked in sales…

After graduation, he landed a high-paying job with a million-yuan annual salary. Then, using what he’d learned and the wealth he had accumulated, he quickly quit and started his own business.

And he succeeded.

If there was one blemish in his otherwise perfect life, it was probably his love life.

Song Yuyan couldn’t help but feel nervous.

Originally, he was supposed to be the one regret in the male lead’s life. But now that he wasn’t the original “white moonlight” anymore, could he still complete the mission?

System: “You got this, Host! You can do it! You’re the best! You belong on a throne, standing amidst ruins—you’re a legend, a pinnacle!”

Song Yuyan: “Thanks, I feel like I’m about to go completely nuts.”

By this time, Feng Chengling had already walked over. His face was handsome, brows cold and clear, his expression mature beyond that of a typical student, matching perfectly with the sharp lines of his tailored suit.

“…Song Yuyan?” Feng Chengling asked. Though it was a question, there was little doubt in his tone.

Song Yuyan nodded and lifted his face with a radiant smile. He looked dazzling.

“I am. And you are… Ling-ge?” The words “Ling-ge” rolled off his tongue like they’d been delicately played with at the tip, winding in and out.

Feng Chengling let out a low “Mm” and reached out his hand.

The cuff of his suit was rolled up slightly, revealing a slender, powerful wrist. His outstretched hand had defined knuckles and a strong palm—strength and sensuality interwoven. A hand fetishist’s dream.

Song Yuyan wasn’t into hands, but just for a moment, he almost felt seduced by Feng Chengling.

Feng Chengling said, “Give me your suitcase.”

System: “So considerate~ Say yes!”

But Song Yuyan didn’t hand it over. Instead, he smiled and said, “It’s not heavy. I can carry it myself.”

Then, with a soft curl of his lips, his dark eyes locked onto Feng Chengling. “Ling-ge, you’re my senior. I’d be happy if you could show me around the campus!”

The more he said “Ling-ge,” the smoother it got. He could even say it a few more times.

Feng Chengling nodded, withdrew his hand, and walked beside Song Yuyan.

As they walked, he listened quietly while the person next to him talked like he had no worries in the world.

“Ling-ge, Ling-ge…”

Feng Chengling responded with a soft hum. On the surface, he remained cool and composed, but inside, he wasn’t calm at all.

Until he met Song Yuyan today, he had never realized… he might be a voice kink person.

Could it be that he was specifically into Song Yuyan’s voice?

He hadn’t known before because he hadn’t met Song Yuyan?

Each time Song Yuyan called him “ge,” it felt like vines were wrapping around Feng Chengling’s heart, stretching and tightening, suffocating his chest. His face even felt a bit hot from the lack of oxygen.

Song Yuyan looked around with sparkling eyes like a curious child. “Ling-ge, is this the library?”

Feng Chengling: “Mm.”

Song Yuyan was quickly adapting to Feng Chengling’s cold demeanor. Even if he was a bit cold, he was handsome—coldness wasn’t a deal-breaker. Song Yuyan was full of enthusiasm. “Wow, this place is huge…”

Feng Chengling’s jaw tensed. “Mm.”

As Song Yuyan marveled at everything, he thought about how he’d be spending four years here.

Feng Chengling was two years ahead of him, so he had two full years to spend time with him—to build up enough favorability.

He didn’t need a full bar. Memories have a way of beautifying things over time. As long as Feng Chengling had even a small amount of love for him, after he left, time would amplify it until it turned deep and unforgettable.

Yi Xiangsui…

Song Yuyan brushed the name from his mind. You can’t have everything. Once a choice was made, he had to walk this path with full commitment.

He would give it his all to get the life he wanted.

With that thought, his mood brightened. He turned to look at Feng Chengling—and realized he’d gone quiet and was now frowning at him.

Song Yuyan looked at him for a few seconds, then asked, “Do you have something else to do?”

“No.” Feng Chengling looked confused.

Song Yuyan tilted his head. “But you seem distracted. Like you’ve got something on your mind.”

“You’re the one with something on your mind.” Even though Song Yuyan’s expression had only shifted briefly, Feng Chengling noticed it.

Song Yuyan didn’t deny it. He feigned a sorrowful expression. “You caught me. I just broke up with someone, so I’m a little down. But it’s okay. I’ll get over it soon.”

“Broke up?”

“Yeah.”

Even though he acted casual, Feng Chengling didn’t quite believe him.

They had been in touch over the years, and not once had Song Yuyan mentioned being in a relationship.

If he’d never dated, where’d the breakup come from?

Feng Chengling’s eyes deepened, the sharp lines of his features making him dangerously attractive.

Though he suspected Song Yuyan was lying, he neither called him out nor pursued the topic.

Instead, he replied logically, “If you broke up, it means the two of you weren’t compatible. There’s no need to dwell on it or overthink it—you’re only hurting yourself.”

“If two people aren’t meant to be, they’ll break up sooner or later. Breaking up means you weren’t right for each other.” Song Yuyan looked at him. “But I still can’t help thinking about it.”

His wistful expression was so genuine that Feng Chengling wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth or not.

He thought Song Yuyan might be saying it just for his sake—but… was that not the case? Had he just experienced one of life’s great delusions?

The more conflicted Feng Chengling felt inside, the colder his expression became—like he was ready to head into a business meeting.

“Control yourself. A person’s thoughts and emotions can be managed.”

He pressed his lips together. His pale lips took on a flush of color. His lips were thin and light in tone, which made people want to warm them up.

System: “Host, go!”

When Song Yuyan didn’t respond, the system kept pushing: “You can do this, you’re the best! Who could resist a handsome guy like him?!】

Song Yuyan: “I can.”

Being overly eager isn’t attractive, got it?

Even if the male lead was constantly emitting seductive signals, Song Yuyan had to withstand temptation.

Still, he felt much better now. The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked through campus, drawing a fair amount of attention.

Neither of them paid much mind to the stares—especially since all their focus was on each other.

After finishing the campus tour, they realized their memories of childhood had already faded quite a bit.

Feng Chengling asked, “Where are you staying? I’ll take you to your dorm.”

“Sure.”

They were both students, and with mutual interest, keeping the conversation going was no problem.

More than that, things weren’t just smooth—they were warm and comfortable.

Feng Chengling was good at conversation. Since they were both students, finding common ground was easy.

By the time they reached Song Yuyan’s dorm, Feng Chengling had learned most of the surface-level details of Song Yuyan’s past.

But he knew that was just what Song Yuyan allowed him to see.

People’s self-descriptions are often unreliable. To understand the real Song Yuyan, he would need to spend more time with him.

Feng Chengling let that thought go. After seeing Song Yuyan off at the dorm, he gave a polite farewell and left.

Song Yuyan started organizing his bed. The dorm already had a few others in it—he wasn’t the first to arrive, nor the last. Even though they came from all over, they quickly became familiar through chatting.

As night fell…

Lying on his bed, Song Yuyan picked up his phone and lingered over the little green chat bubble with Feng Chengling’s name before finally looking away.

Song Yuyan: “Happy New Year, happy birthday, happy Dragon Boat Festival, happy Mid-Autumn Festival… Is this how you flirted with Feng Chengling?”

System: Y-yes… is there a problem?”

Song Yuyan: Uh… no problem. You did great.”

He set his phone beside his pillow and closed his eyes.

The system wasn’t human. It was bound to make a few robotic errors. Besides, if the system was so good at this, it could’ve done the mission itself. Why bother dragging him into this world?

Song Yuyan recalled every moment he spent today with Feng Chengling. Suddenly, he let out a laugh.
“I think I know what type Feng Chengling likes.”

System: “?”

Some people are cold on the outside but burning inside. Feng Chengling was exactly that—strict with himself, but always secretly restless.

And his job was to pick up a feather and gently tickle that restless heart now and then.

He really wanted to see what Feng Chengling looked like when he was torn between resistance and infatuation.

Could he do it?

No—he had to do it.