The White Moonlight of Three Male Leads - Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Feng Chengling

Feng Chengling’s slender fingers rested on his phone screen.

His pale fingertips seemed to glow, as if they belonged not to a real person, but to a piece of art—something that didn’t belong here, but should exist only inside a painting, admired from afar.

Feng Chengling lowered his eyes.

He was so handsome that even the act of looking down made him look like a work of art.

Song Yuyan’s life was truly different from his. They were like two extremes.

As he thought this, Feng Chengling packed up some documents. He stood up, ready to head back. On the way, many classmates greeted him.

He returned each greeting one by one.

The entrepreneurship base was far from his dorm—across two campuses. By the time he walked back, it was already late.

Just then, he saw a new post from Song Yuyan on WeChat Moments.

A nine-photo collage.

A few of the people in the photos looked familiar—he’d seen them the day he sent Song Yuyan back to his dorm. They must be his roommates.

But Feng Chengling didn’t linger on them. Instead, he enlarged one of Song Yuyan’s solo photos.

In the picture, Song Yuyan stood in front of a car with a gradient blue finish. Its sleek lines and metallic sheen evoked the feeling of a high-tech Transformer, like it could start sprinting to music at any moment.

Feng Chengling looked at it for a while, and couldn’t help but like the post again.

After doing so, he remained calm, no longer as surprised or reactive as he’d been the first time he caught himself doing something unexpected.

Just after he hit like, a WeChat voice call came in from Song Yuyan.

“Ling-ge, what are you up to? Want to come out and have some fun?”

Song Yuyan’s voice came through amidst a noisy background, and Feng Chengling felt a tickle in his ear. He instinctively held the phone away a little.

He knew exactly why his ear reacted that way—but he didn’t want to think about it.

“Where are you?” Feng Chengling asked, though he already had a guess.

Sure enough, the next second, Song Yuyan’s cheerful voice rang out: “At the exhibition center checking out the auto show. Ling-ge, want to come?”

Feng Chengling was silent for a moment before replying, “No.”

After hanging up, Song Yuyan wasn’t disappointed.

Feng Chengling might like watching his life from afar, just as lonely people often enjoy lively scenes—but that didn’t mean he wanted to join in.

After they finished at the auto show, Zhang Lun, the dorm leader, suggested, “After running around all day, shouldn’t we treat ourselves to a feast tonight?”

A perfect idea. It was a rare weekend, and they were all already out—of course they had to reward themselves.

No need to discuss further. The group went for a seafood buffet. By the time they were stuffed and left the restaurant, it was late. Satisfied and full, they then hit up an internet café.

They gamed all night with intense excitement. Song Yuyan was practically ecstatic.

This was youth.

There was a smile on his face. Who could understand the joy of being young like this? Back then, he never had the means—his life had been reduced to mere survival. Now, he was finally living the kind of life he once longed for.

If only the system would actually transfer money into his account instead of freezing it, he couldn’t even imagine how happy he’d be.

At that point, seeing his bank balance would probably send joy blasting through the atmosphere.

In the early morning hours, the group finally dragged themselves back to the dorm. They barely managed a few hours of sleep to recover some energy.

Monday came.

Song Yuyan forced himself out of bed, driven purely by sheer willpower, and made it to class.

He found a seat in the back row, pulled out his phone, typed out a line of text, then set the phone aside.

His phone was on silent. Whether Feng Chengling replied or not didn’t matter.

Song Yuyan: “I hate this!”

Song Yuyan: “I’m literally dying of exhaustion!”

Feng Chengling looked down at his phone and typed a single reply.

Feng Chengling: “Mm.”

After a moment’s thought, he added another line:

Feng Chengling: “Get some rest.”

…

On the other side, Song Yuyan blinked his sleepy eyes.

The system was practically setting off fireworks in his mind. This was rare—so rare! It had assumed the male lead’s texting style would only ever consist of one-character replies!

System: “Never thought I’d live to see the day Feng Male Lead types a second word.”

Song Yuyan: “This is your “once in a lifetime” moment? Don’t be so pitiful. Building emotional connections online is always slow.”

Even online dating develops gradually—there comes a point when you exchange photos, and things only progress from there. Once there’s a real, tangible person involved, the feelings deepen.

The same logic applied to him and Feng Chengling.

He had expected that once they started interacting in person, Feng Chengling’s attitude toward him would change.

Holding his phone, Song Yuyan quickly sent an emoji.

Song Yuyan hh: Mm 😌

…

Feng Chengling saw the cute little “nodding ‘mm’” emoji and froze for a moment.

He picked up the phone, looked at it, then put it back down.

For the rest of the day, even while busy, he would glance at his phone from time to time.

It was strange—he’d never been addicted to his phone before.

But that day, no new messages came.

And the same happened the following days.

Feng Chengling found himself strangely lost. Holding his phone, a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

Perhaps it was time to seriously reflect.

He leaned back in his chair, body relaxed and at ease.

His brows and eyes were calm, as if something had clicked.

Even if he wanted something, he shouldn’t rush. He shouldn’t be too eager.

After all, the most skillful hunters often appear in the form of prey, don’t they?

He smiled slightly, the expression softening his usually cool features.

…

This week, Song Yuyan’s life was peaceful and smooth.

If only he could “accidentally” bump into Feng Chengling, he’d feel even better.

But their daily routines overlapped so little that all of Song Yuyan’s playful schemes could only be carried out through WeChat.

Still, even though he couldn’t see Feng Chengling in person, the male lead scored a full 10 in providing emotional value.

For one, the way Feng Chengling treated him differently made Song Yuyan want to give him a hundred likes.

One like… and then ninety-nine more!

Whenever he posted something on Moments, Feng Chengling was the first to like it.

Even their silly chats—Feng Chengling rarely replied with a simple “mm.” He actually typed more words.

That kind of special treatment was exactly the motivation Song Yuyan needed to keep going.

Eager to test the waters again, he sent Feng Chengling a WeChat message.

Song Yuyan: Ling-ge, I’ve got a few questions I don’t understand.

He sent a voice message.

At that moment, Feng Chengling was with a few friends collecting data. His phone vibrated. At first, he didn’t react—but after glancing at the screen, something visibly changed.

That in itself wasn’t odd. What surprised the others was that Feng Chengling put on headphones, as if handling a top-secret message.

Li He adjusted his glasses. He looked plain, unremarkable—but he had a kind and easygoing personality. He got along well with Feng Chengling and many others.

Everyone was curious, so naturally, Li He was chosen as the one to ask.

“Feng-ge, whose WeChat message has you acting so out of character?”

Everyone else had their ears perked, full of gossip.

You couldn’t blame them—WeChat could transcribe voice messages into text. For Feng Chengling to put on headphones was definitely suspicious.

Feng Chengling walked off, glancing back and saying, “No one. Don’t be nosy.”

This was a reward from Song Yuyan—how could he let anyone else know?

He found a quiet spot and hit play on the voice message.

Song Yuyan’s voice drifted out, like snow falling from the sky onto Feng Chengling’s heart. His bl00d felt like it was freezing; his breathing grew unsteady. His entire body became attuned to that voice.

Song Yuyan unknowingly had complete control over him.

Song Yuyan: Ling-ge, I’ve got a few questions I don’t understand.”

Song Yuyan: Can you help me?”

The first part sounded pitiful, but the second—“help me?”—was practically a whine.

Not just a whine—it painted a vivid image in Feng Chengling’s mind. He could almost see Song Yuyan in front of him, those innocent eyes hooking his attention as he sweetly asked for help.

Feng Chengling: “Mm.”

Feng Chengling: “I’ll help you.”

Feng Chengling: “Where are you?”