The Cold CEO Chases His White Moonlight - Chapter 19

Ji Zhiwei suddenly looked up and nearly bumped into Gu Yunhui.

“Ah, sorry!” Ji Zhiwei quickly stepped back, putting distance between them.

“You’re getting dumber the more I take care of you,” Gu Yunhui flicked Ji Zhiwei’s forehead lightly.

“No idea where all the clothes I bought for you went, you insist on wearing old ones. Did I not give you enough money?”

“No!” Ji Zhiwei had barely spent any of Gu Yunhui’s money, and there was still plenty left in the card.

“I’m sentimental,” she blurted out a random excuse.

For one, the clothes Gu Yunhui bought didn’t match her taste, and secondly, they were too extravagant.

If she wore them to school, the forums would be buzzing with rumors about her being a kept woman by afternoon.

“No sentimentality allowed. Go upstairs and change. That whole wardrobe is yours, just pick anything.” Gu Yunhui pulled Ji Zhiwei up and pushed her toward the stairs.

It was a rare holiday, and she wasn’t busy. She could take her little canary out for some fun, no time to waste.

With such a pretty face, dressing her up would be both pleasing to the eye and entertaining.

After much deliberation, Ji Zhiwei finally settled on the simplest-looking dress in the wardrobe.

To her, the entire collection looked like evening gowns. She had no idea how Gu Yunhui’s taste had developed this way, constantly buying her such clothes.

At least she wasn’t made to wear lingerie. Ji Zhiwei thought of the other wardrobe full of those outfits, her ears turning red.

Not that it hadn’t happened before. The first time she wore one out, Gu Yunhui had also found it too indecent within five minutes and made her go back to change.

Seeing Ji Zhiwei’s choice, Gu Yunhui frowned.

“Fine, we’ll just buy new ones anyway. Let’s go.”

The first few stores they visited were normal.

But Gu Yunhui made Ji Zhiwei try on every piece she laid eyes on, which was quite the workout.

“Are you two a couple?” the sales assistant asked, watching Gu Yunhui order Ji Zhiwei around.

At that, a teasing glint appeared in Gu Yunhui’s eyes.

Her gaze at Ji Zhiwei seemed to say: A couple, huh?

“N-No.” This was the first time someone had mistaken their relationship as romantic.

They rarely went out together, and when they did, Ji Zhiwei usually trailed behind Gu Yunhui like a secretary following a high-powered boss.

She wished they were a couple.

But remembering the contract that would expire in just a few months, Ji Zhiwei steadied herself.

“She’s my sister,” Ji Zhiwei said, recalling the backstory Gu Yunhui had casually mentioned before.

Gu Yunhui laughed at her reaction. “Yes, sisters by blood.”

Then she snapped another photo of Ji Zhiwei. This outfit looked good too, she’d have Ji Zhiwei wear it for her someday.

Ji Zhiwei swallowed hard.

She understood the implication. Not sisters by blood, but sisters in bed.

Instantly, she forgot how to walk, the tight pencil skirt suddenly feeling suffocating.

“Your family must have great genes, both of you are so beautiful,” the sales assistant remarked sincerely.

Ji Zhiwei was stunning, a living mannequin who looked good in anything.

Gu Yunhui wasn’t bad either, though more mature, so some styles didn’t suit her as well.

This sister even took photos and picked clothes for her younger sister, what a great sibling.

Nearby, someone passing by glanced at them twice.

“What are you looking at?” a girl asked her companion.

“Nothing, just thought I saw someone familiar,” Meng Yu shook her head. “Let’s go.”

“They’re saying you’re beautiful,” Gu Yunhui pulled the unsteady Ji Zhiwei into her arms, as if to steady her, while smoothing out the hem of her dress.

Her thigh was suddenly touched, causing Ji Zhiwei to tense up all over.

Even though they had relieved some tension before heading out, Gu Yunhui’s actions were still too bold.

Claiming to smooth out her skirt, the movements were undeniably provocative, like flirting in public.

Her fingers danced skillfully, just a hair’s breadth away from venturing deeper.

They were outside, with the sales assistant still watching them. Surely Gu Yunhui wouldn’t.

“Wrap up everything we just tried,” Gu Yunhui said, shooting the assistant a glance.

The assistant happily went to pack the clothes. With no one left to mind, Gu Yunhui grew even bolder.

“Dressing like this and sitting on me, are you trying to seduce me, sweetheart?”

Gu Yunhui nipped at Ji Zhiwei’s ear, her hand sliding precisely where Ji Zhiwei feared it would go.

Ji Zhiwei stiffened, her hands and waist firmly held by Gu Yunhui, leaving her no room to struggle.

“If that’s the case, I’ll gladly oblige.”

“We’re still outside.” Ji Zhiwei squirmed half-heartedly, knowing full well that if Gu Yunhui truly wanted her, she couldn’t refuse even here.

“So inside would be fine?” Gu Yunhui didn’t slip beneath her clothes, still caressing her thigh.

“…” Ji Zhiwei didn’t dare say another word.

Gu Yunhui chuckled softly. “I’ll have my fun with you later. Go get the clothes.”

She emphasized the word “fun” deliberately.

Still unsure of Gu Yunhui’s intentions, Ji Zhiwei changed back into her original outfit and collected the clothes Gu Yunhui had splurged on.

After visiting a few more stores, Gu Yunhui led Ji Zhiwei into a secluded area.

Ji Zhiwei looked up at the lingerie boutique overhead, her expression cracking slightly.

Surely she wasn’t expected to model this for Gu Yunhui too!

“There’s always a point where the lingerie comes off, isn’t there?” Gu Yunhui whispered in her ear, pinching her waist.

Ji Zhiwei swallowed hard, her expression still uneasy.

“Be good, Zhizi,” Gu Yunhui said, playing her trump card.

Ji Zhiwei instantly stopped resisting.

She took the lace lingerie from Gu Yunhui’s hands and marched toward the fitting room like a soldier heading to battle.

Gu Yunhui followed, slipping into the fitting room with her.

“Go ahead and change. If you don’t want to wear it out, I can just admire it here.”

She touched the phone in her bag, considering for a moment before deciding against taking pictures.

Ji Zhiwei stared at Gu Yunhui, steeling herself.

It wasn’t as if she’d never changed in front of Gu Yunhui at home though even that had been mortifying.

But this was outside, in public. Even if the fitting room offered some privacy, letting Gu Yunhui watch was beyond humiliating.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Gu Yunhui’s expression cooled.

Frightened, Ji Zhiwei hurriedly began to move.

“Having trouble? Let me help.” Before Ji Zhiwei could remove her outerwear, Gu Yunhui stepped closer, one hand covering Ji Zhiwei’s wrists while the other peeled off the heavy outer layer.

“Don’t…” Ji Zhiwei’s breathing grew heavier, but she didn’t dare resist her patron’s actions too much.

“Be good.” Gu Yunhui was already pulling down the zipper of Ji Zhiwei’s dress.

Ji Zhiwei fell silent, her face flushing deeper and deeper, burning crimson.

As the long dress slipped away, the girl’s figure gradually revealed itself, lovelier from top to bottom with every inch uncovered.

Gu Yunhui barely touched Ji Weixi’s skin, yet Ji Weixi reacted as if she had been bullied tears glistening at the corners of her eyes, lips bitten tight, her expression unbearably shy.

The pale skin of her neck and shoulders contrasted starkly with the flush on her face, the difference in hue making her embarrassment even more pronounced.

Gu Yunhui deliberately ran her fingers along Ji Weixi’s waist.

Without the barrier of clothing, Ji Weixi’s reaction intensified.

Perhaps it was the inappropriate setting, but Gu Yunhui had never seen Ji Weixi react like this before restrained, feigning obedience, yet with a flicker of something fiery in her eyes.

Could she actually be…? Gu Yunhui smirked, her fingers deftly unhooking the bra clasp.

Now Ji Weixi’s hands were trembling.

She clenched her fists unconsciously, but it did nothing to ease the tension.

What caught Gu Yunhui’s attention, however, was.

There, too, was a soft pink, like a ripe peach soft, yielding, impossible to crush.

Tsk, the little thing’s face was nearly the same shade.

Ji Weixi was on the verge of whimpering.

“There are fitting rooms next to us,” Gu Yunhui murmured against her flawless neck, half-embracing her in a low, threatening tone.

“You’d better not make any strange noises.”

Ji Weixi could only bite down harder on her lip.

“…” A few barely audible words escaped through her nose, lost in the surrounding noise.

“There’s still more to undo. Can’t rush.” Gu Yunhui scoffed, her hand sliding lower.

Sure enough…

Gu Yunhui saw everything.

Ji Weixi wanted to die of shame, but the fitting room was unbearably cramped barely enough for the two of them. She couldn’t even playfully escape, let alone hide.

Now she understood why people wished for the ground to swallow them in moments of embarrassment.

She desperately wanted the floor to crack open and let her vanish inside.

In the end, she couldn’t hold back, a soft whimper escaped.

Just one sound, and Ji Weixi thought she heard movement from the next room.

The air froze for a second, and so did her heartbeat.

The sharp pang in her chest was unmistakable, only heightening the illicit tension.

Only when no further noise came did Gu Yunhui speak again.

“Trying to seduce me again?” Gu Yunhui acted as if she were merely helping her change, already holding up the new bra, positioning it against Ji Weixi’s chest.

“N-no,” Ji Weixi breathed unevenly, relaxing slightly when her patron showed no further intentions.

Once forced into the top, she even mustered the nerve to protest. “You can’t try that on here.”

“I already paid for it.” Gu Yunhui couldn’t care less.

Only then did Ji Weixi see clearly, the lingerie was that kind, with nothing in the middle.

“Alright, wear this back.” Having dressed her doll from head to toe, Gu Yunhui nodded in satisfaction.

The doll was nearly dead from embarrassment.

Seeing herself finally in normal clothes, Ji Weixi dared to exhale the breath she’d been holding.

“We already took photos in this outfit.” Watching Gu Yunhui pull out her phone, Ji Weixi hesitated, unsure how to pose.

“Your expression’s different.” After snapping a shot, Gu Yunhui switched to selfie mode and pulled Ji Weixi close.

Ji Weixi played the part of the delicate, clinging girl.

Though they were nearly the same height, Ji Weixi’s meek demeanor made her seem utterly docile enough to please Gu Yunhui.

The farce came to an end, and Gu Yunhui took Ji Zhiwei back to finish their meal before the two returned home together.

Once inside, Gu Yunhui grew restless.

“I want to take a shower.” Ji Zhiwei finally relaxed a little.

In private, she didn’t need to be so cautious.

“Tsk, you’re not as well-behaved now as you were earlier,” Gu Yunhui remarked, sounding almost disdainful.

Ji Zhiwei lowered her head. Her ears had been flushed the entire way home, and now, unable to cool down, she naturally fell victim to Gu Yunhui’s teasing.

“You’re still reacting,” Gu Yunhui murmured, her hand wandering lower.

Ji Zhiwei’s expression mirrored the one she had worn in the changing room earlier.

In the end, the shower didn’t happen not until two hours later, when Ji Zhiwei finally turned on the water.

It was already quite late.

Glancing at her phone, which read 10 p.m., Ji Zhiwei quickly dried her hair.

When she went downstairs, Gu Yunhui was watching some New Year’s Eve program on TV, the channel indiscernible.

“Want a drink?” Ji Zhiwei asked, following their usual tradition.

“Mm.”

Soon, Ji Zhiweii returned with glasses and a bottle of wine, settling beside Gu Yunhui.

She poured the wine and obediently nestled into Gu Yunhui’s embrace.

The sofa cushions were newly replaced, still carrying a faint scent of laundry detergent.

The woman in her arms smelled sweet and lovely, and the wine in her hand was rich and mellow.

Gu Yunhui relaxed completely.

Perhaps the day had been too comfortable so much so that Gu Yunhui found herself wishing Ji Zhiwei wasn’t from the Ji family.

If that were the case, Gu Yunhui might have been able to indulge in her without reservation.

But then the pain in her back flared up again, dragging Gu Yunhui back to sobering reality.

She was just a plaything.

They were using each other, acting out a scene.

Only five months left, she couldn’t afford to soften now. She had to see this through.

Still, after all these years, Ji Zhiwei was the only one who had stayed by her side.

The New Year’s countdown began.

Ji Zhiwei’s eyelids fluttered drowsily, on the verge of falling asleep.

Gu Yunhui tilted her wineglass.

The cold liquid spilled onto Ji Zhiwei’s face, trickling down her collarbone and further.

Startled, Ji Zhiwei looked up just as Gu Yunhui leaned in.

Then, their lips met.

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