After Rebirth, I Became My Ex's "White Moonlight" - Chapter 37.2

Ji Yun sat down next to Cheng Siyu. Cheng Siyu had noticed their childish bickering but ignored it.

“Siyu, I’m sorry about yesterday.”

As soon as she sat down, Ji Yun spoke with sincere regret. Cheng Siyu kept her eyes on her phone and asked, “Sorry for what?”

“I didn’t take you back. I let you take the bus,” Ji Yun added. She was sensitive to Cheng Siyu’s emotions and could sense the loneliness of her walking back alone in the rain yesterday.

“It’s fine. Getting your sister home safely was more important,” Cheng Siyu said flatly, as if speaking about something that had nothing to do with her. It was already unexpected that Ji Yun had apologized, and she never expected her status in Ji Yun’s heart to surpass that of Ji Yan.

“Then give me your hand,” Ji Yun suddenly said. Cheng Siyu was stunned, and before she could react, her left hand was pulled away by Ji Yun.

Then, a cold sensation brushed against her wrist. Cheng Siyu looked down to see a silver bracelet fastened around her wrist, adorned with a high-quality ruby.

“You seem to like wearing these things,” Ji Yun said, looking at the fair skin of Cheng Siyu’s wrist, imagining how it would look rubbed red by the bracelet on a bed.

Cheng Siyu examined it but said nothing for a long time before finally uttering, “Thank you.”

“No need. We’re already like an old married couple,” Ji Yun followed up.

While the two were bantering, Jiang Shizi also arrived in the dressing room. She once again asked Cheng Siyu if she could borrow Li Yexing.

“Sure, it’s fine. I’m finished,” Cheng Siyu said. Li Yexing, who had already been preparing, eagerly followed Jiang Shizi to another seat.

“Doesn’t she have her own makeup artist?” Ji Yun asked indignantly. Cheng Siyu just hummed in response, then explained for her, “She probably hasn’t had time to hire one yet.”

After all, Jiang Shizi had been hesitating about whether to quit the industry again, so her team and stylists weren’t fully prepared.

“Well, don’t get too close to her. I’ll get jealous,” Ji Yun suddenly said out of nowhere. Cheng Siyu froze, then reached out with her left hand to pat her head.

“I won’t fall for anyone else.”

This was a sentence Ji Yun had said to her in their previous life when Cheng Siyu had questioned her about her flirtations in the industry. Now, she was saying it back.

“Good.”

A short while later, the live stream officially began. The host first had everyone introduce themselves in order.

Fans and hired commenters began flooding into the stream, causing the popularity to skyrocket.

“Hello everyone, I am Cheng Siyu, the actress for Duan Xiaohe.” Cheng Siyu cleared her throat and gave a standard smile.

“I am Ji Yun, the actress for Lan Yulin. This is my second collaboration with Sister Siyu.”

Because the positions were set by the production team, Cheng Siyu and Jiang Shizi had to keep their distance, so Ji Yun stood between them. However, Cheng Siyu was still unaccustomed to the way Ji Yun wrapped an arm around her after speaking.

“I am Jiang Shizi, the performer for Lan Zixuan.”

“I am Su Mingshu, the actor for Yi Yuanze.”

After the introductions came game time. The guests had to participate, and the losers would face a punishment chosen by the viewers from the most popular suggestions.

The first game was “I Have, You Haven’t.” Each guest held up five fingers and took turns saying something only they had done. Anyone else who hadn’t done it had to lower a finger. The first person to lower all five fingers lost and faced a penalty.

Su Mingshu went first: “I have been in a men’s restroom.”

Since most of the other leads were girls, only the men had to lower a finger.

After one round, the first person to lower all fingers was Jiang Shizi, who was the oldest and most experienced.

The host then let the audience vote on three punishments: singing live, calling a friend to hint for them to sing, or choosing someone present to perform a “wall slam” kabedon.

The audience overwhelmingly chose the third option. After looking around, Jiang Shizi chose Su Mingshu.

“Huh? Me? This… this…” Su Mingshu had been enjoying the show, assuming that since he’d heard Jiang Shizi was into women, she would pick Cheng Siyu or Ji Yun. He hadn’t expected to be chosen himself and felt like crying.

He didn’t understand that those in the community are the best at avoiding suspicion.

Amidst comments like “LMAO,” “I ship it,” “Su Mingshu looks like a little bride,” and “Hahaha,” the two awkwardly completed the wall slam.

By the end, Jiang Shizi’s expression remained unchanged, while Su Mingshu’s face was as red as a New Year lantern.

The moment he sat down, he clutched his chest and complained to Cheng Siyu, “Oh man, that scared me to death.”

Cheng Siyu couldn’t help but lower her head and chuckle. This moment was captured by her fans and became one of her most famous viral images.

Because Cheng Siyu rarely smiled, when she did, she was at her most captivating.

The next game was “Passing the Parcel.” The host gave a ball to one person to pass along in order while a timer ran on the big screen. Whoever held the ball when the timer stopped faced the penalty.

When the timer started, the ball passed quickly between everyone until the very last second, when Su Mingshu passed it to Cheng Siyu.

The ball stopped in Cheng Siyu’s hands. She was led out to accept her punishment in a daze.

Again, there were three options: kicking a shuttlecock live, calling a friend to borrow money, or choosing someone to give a head pat.

The audience unanimously chose the second option. Because Cheng Siyu’s persona was quiet and reserved, they wanted to see how the introverted actress would ask someone for money.

Cheng Siyu was lost when she picked up the phone. She could only hope that Shen Moxu was watching the stream and would know how to respond without making things awkward.

She placed the call. It rang for a long time without an answer. Just as Cheng Siyu was about to give up and try someone else, the call was answered.

“Siyu, what is it?” Shen Moxu’s voice came through with a nasal quality, as if she had been woken from a deep sleep.

Cheng Siyu thought to herself that she had just been fighting in the comments earlier—how had she fallen asleep so fast? Nevertheless, she pushed forward: “Can… can you lend me some money?”

“What happened?” Shen Moxu’s sleepiness vanished instantly. In her eyes, Cheng Siyu was someone so independent she would never ask for help unless it was a desperate situation. For her to ask to borrow money, something big must have happened.

“Nothing, just… something happened at home,” Cheng Siyu lied through her teeth. The venue went silent as everyone waited for Shen Moxu’s reaction.

“How much?” Shen Moxu’s voice rose several decibels, but then a sexy, magnetic voice came through the phone: “Moxu, what’s wrong?”

The chat instantly erupted. Some sharp-eared viewers recognized it as Qin Xiangqing’s voice. Comments like “Ahhh!”, “What? Why is my goddess on the phone?”, and “Who exactly did Cheng Siyu call?” flooded the screen.

Meanwhile, a frantic Shen Moxu was asking, “Um, don’t move, something seems to have happened at Siyu’s house.”

Seeing that the time was up, Cheng Siyu didn’t want to continue the ruse and explained, “I’m sorry, I’m recording a program. I’ve disturbed you. Go back to sleep.”

“Oh… I see.” Shen Moxu’s voice paused, followed by three screams of “Ahhh!”, and then the call was cut.

Cheng Siyu put her phone away, her face already flushed bright red. However, the audience’s attention was no longer on her, but on that phone call.

Everyone was asking who was on the other end and if that sexy voice really belonged to Qin Xiangqing.

The host struggled to get the program back on track while Cheng Siyu used the excuse of going to the restroom to leave the stage.

She tried calling Shen Moxu back, but it kept saying she was unavailable. She had to send a WeChat message saying “I’m sorry,” adding that she would treat her to dinner when she returned.

She then walked back to the hall, where the topic had finally returned to the drama, and the third round of games began.

This was a simple game of “Who is the Undercover?” In the end, Ji Yun, who didn’t know she was the undercover but gave a bold description anyway, lost. The audience chose a relatively mild punishment for her: to find someone to sing a cheerful song with.

Cheng Siyu was undoubtedly her choice. However, their vocal tones didn’t quite match. Viewers described it as: listening to Ji Yun’s voice made you feel like you were falling in love, but hearing Cheng Siyu’s voice made it feel like a hint that sweet love was a thing of the past and had already shattered.

In Cheng Siyu’s eyes, that was exactly the case.

After the live stream ended, Cheng Siyu saw a reply from Shen Moxu: “It’s okay, we’ve already released a statement to debunk it. We just said the voice sounded similar and that Qin Xiangqing was actually on set filming.”

Then she called back.

“I went to sleep right after fighting your anti-fans this morning. I only woke up when you called. During your second call, she got angry and said I had to compensate her for ‘reputation damage,’ so… so…”

The silence left much to the imagination. Cheng Siyu knew what they had likely done afterward and simply replied, “It’s good that it didn’t affect you two. You have a great relationship.”

“It’s just average. It’s just that you happen to catch us every time,” Shen Moxu explained in a small voice.

“As long as it’s fine. Go get some rest,” Cheng Siyu said. “I’ll treat you to dinner when you’re back.”

“Yay! It’s been so long since we had a dinner date. Xiaoyu, I miss you so much—and your milk tea.”

“You could have skipped that last part,” Cheng Siyu replied. Then, remembering Jiang Shizi’s words, she warned, “You should still look into Qin Xiangqing more. Don’t dive in headfirst.”

“I know, I know. I know my goddess better than anyone,” Shen Moxu said with her usual indifference.

“Alright, hanging up then?” Cheng Siyu asked. At that moment, Shen Moxu seemed to remember something: “Is Xiao Ji next to you? Give her the phone, I have something to say to her.”

“Can’t you call her yourself?” Cheng Siyu grumbled, but she still handed the phone to Ji Yun, who was sitting beside her.

“Shen Moxu wants to talk to you.”

Ji Yun took the phone, and the two chatted quietly for a while before Ji Yun handed it back.

“When did you two get so close?” A flash of confusion crossed Cheng Siyu’s eyes. Thinking Cheng Siyu was jealous, Ji Yun explained:

“We didn’t. We both have ‘families’ to think of now; we won’t do anything inappropriate.”

“What family?”

Cheng Siyu took her phone back, intending to go find the car with Zhao Xixi. But Ji Yun looked at her at that moment and said shamelessly:

“Did you forget? A few nights ago, I already had your child. You have to take responsibility for me.”

Cheng Siyu was silent for a few seconds. It seemed she really couldn’t let Ji Yun and Shen Moxu get too close.