After Rebirth, I Became My Ex's "White Moonlight" - Chapter 14

At that moment, the karaoke machine began to operate, slowly playing the instrumental tracks of several songs.

Cheng Siyu seemed a bit drunk; several patches of crimson had already bloomed on her face, yet she had not forgotten what she needed to do.

She picked up the microphone that happened to be placed right by her hand and sang a few lines along with the rhythm.

This song happened to be the one Ji Yun had sung to coax her in their previous life. She followed the beat of the rhythm while singing through her tears.

When the song ended, Cheng Siyu, appearing as if intoxicated, slowly stood up and walked to Ji Yun’s side, handing her the mic.

“Sing a song. I like hearing you sing.”

At this moment, Ji Yun’s mind was a complete blank. She looked at Cheng Siyu hesitantly, meeting her eyes just as the dim lights of the private room shone upon her face.

Because of her makeup, Cheng Siyu’s features appeared particularly prominent—especially those eyes that held a sense of brokenness. At the same time, her makeup had been smudged by tears, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red, making her look exceptionally moving.

For a split second, Ji Yun felt that the Cheng Siyu before her was not the same person who had embarrassed her in front of everyone.

Before she could react, Cheng Siyu had already sat down beside her, leaning against Ji Yun. Her unique citrus scent, mixed with the alcoholic aroma of wine, continuously invaded Ji Yun’s consciousness.

“I’ve made up my mind. Let’s be together. Last time was my fault; I’m sorry. My last relationship didn’t end very well, and I’ve spent these past few days thinking it through. Ji Yun, I truly like you.”

These words were a speech she had practiced long ago. Cheng Siyu herself couldn’t tell how much sincerity was in them; her heart had already become somewhat numb.

Her voice drifted into Ji Yun’s ears. After drinking, her voice possessed a lazy, magnetic quality, like a feather constantly plucking at Ji Yun’s heartstrings.

“Are you serious? This isn’t just nonsense you’re saying while drunk again, is it?”

Ji Yun tried to feign a heart of stone, but her flushed cheeks and timid eyes had already betrayed her wavering heart. This was the first time Cheng Siyu had seen Ji Yun like this, whether in the previous life or this one.

She always felt that this kind of cautious, longing, and shy expression shouldn’t appear on Ji Yun, but things had already reached this point, so what did it matter?

“Mhm, I’m serious.” Cheng Siyu looked at Ji Yun with a firm gaze.

Ji Yun felt as though Cheng Siyu’s drunkenness vanished from her body in that instant; under that gaze, she finally succumbed.

This scene between the two took place in a corner. Shen Moxu and the others were chatting about recent TV dramas and games, completely unaware that the relationship between two people had changed.

The next morning, Cheng Siyu woke up, hazily recalling a few fragments of the previous night.

Opening her phone, she saw a “Good morning” sticker sent by Ji Yun. Cheng Siyu knew she had succeeded, which also meant she and Ji Yun would remain entangled for a long time to come.

She had just typed the two words “Just woke” to reply when Ji Yun’s response came almost instantly: “I’m done with class in twenty minutes. Want to grab breakfast together?”

Looking at the message on her phone, Cheng Siyu replied with a “Sure.”

Something she had waited so long for in her previous life was achieved so effortlessly in this one. Cheng Siyu looked at the screen, finding herself somewhat laughable, but feeling an even deeper sense of heartache.

Half an hour later, Ji Yun appeared punctually downstairs at Cheng Siyu’s dormitory.

Cheng Siyu walked downstairs unhurriedly. On the way, she heard people gossiping about why Ji Yun had suddenly appeared there, but she no longer cared.

“You’re here.”

Today, Ji Yun was wearing a light brown sweatshirt with beige wide-leg pants. She was carrying a bag and looked quite youthful. If Cheng Siyu remembered correctly, it was likely a promotional gift bag from the movie.

“Let’s go.” Cheng Siyu naturally took Ji Yun’s hand, as if she had held it countless times before. She clearly felt Ji Yun’s entire body shudder the moment they touched, followed by Ji Yun tightening her grip.

The two ate breakfast at a shop outside the school. It wasn’t that the cafeteria food was bad, but to promote the movie, posters and banners for Ji Yue Liang Xia were everywhere. If the two of them appeared there right now, it would likely cause a sensation.

“Boss, two bowls of noodles, please.”

After the two sat down and ordered, Ji Yun stared at Cheng Siyu sitting across from her. Looking at her, everything felt somewhat surreal.

“Have you interviewed with any companies?” Cheng Siyu took the initiative to ask. Then, as if murmuring to herself, she added, “You’ll probably go to your father’s company, right?”

“I’m not going there.”

At the mention of Ji Wanli, Ji Yun’s expression darkened as if by reflex, but she still forced herself to perk up and look at Cheng Siyu.

“Have you interviewed?”

As the movie was becoming increasingly popular, many companies were naturally extending olive branches to the leads. As the female lead, Ji Yun had received the most.

“Mhm, it’s a new company called Xiyu,” Cheng Siyu said. In fact, this was the first task Ji Wanli had given her—to bring Ji Yun to Xiyu.

Ji Wanli wanted Ji Yun to slowly come into contact with everything in the industry under his protection. If it were the Cheng Siyu of the previous life, she definitely would have refused outright because of the relationship between Ji Yun and Ji Wanli, but in this life, Cheng Siyu chose to comply.

“I think I’ve heard of them. Their magazines seem to be very beautiful, but have they started transitioning into an entertainment company too?”

While the two were talking, the noodles they ordered arrived. They didn’t speak further, choosing instead to eat quietly.

“Have you been in a relationship before?” Cheng Siyu asked casually while pretending to eat.

“No… no.” Ji Yun spoke somewhat bashfully.

“Oh?” Cheng Siyu offered a curious hum but didn’t say more.

Just then, Cheng Siyu’s phone rang. she picked it up and saw it was Shen Moxu.

“Hello?”

“Xiaoyu, my sister is coming here to travel. She said she wants to treat us to a meal to celebrate me passing my interview.”

Hearing Shen Moxu’s words, Cheng Siyu recalled that Shen Moxu’s older sister, Shen Zhinian, was in her impression a career-driven “iron lady.” She was exceptionally beautiful, efficient, and a quintessential elite beauty.

“Okay. By the way…” Cheng Siyu intentionally paused for effect. “Ji Yun and I are together.”

“…” There were three seconds of silence on the other end, followed by Shen Moxu’s agitated voice: “Cheng Siyu! Since when!! Why didn’t I know!!! Where are you? I want to hear you say it to my face—every single detail.”

“Ji Yun and I are at the noodle shop by the main school gate. What do you want to eat? Should I order for you first?”

“No need! My resentment is enough to make me fly there directly! You two better organize your story; I’ll be there immediately!”

With that, the call ended with a busy tone.

“Shen Moxu is coming,” Cheng Siyu explained plainly. Ji Yun rubbed her fingers together, appearing somewhat ill at ease.

“You told her about us?”

“Mhm.”

“Aren’t you afraid of people gossiping?” Ji Yun looked up at Cheng Siyu, her eyes revealing a hint of uncertainty.