The Cold CEO Chases His White Moonlight - Chapter 3

Ji Zhiwei had barely leaned in toward Gu Yunhui’s neck when she was violently shoved down.

Her head hit the floor, the shock of pain jolting her awake instantly. Fear constricted her pupils.

She was just a caged canary, how dare she even think of marking her owner?

But what terrified Ji Zhiwei the most were Gu Yunhui’s words.

“You’re being disobedient, Zhi Zi.” Gu Yunhui paused her movements, casting a cold glance at Ji Zhiwei.

A simple sentence, yet it paralyzed Ji Zhiwei with fear. She froze in place, barely daring to breathe, as if prey caught in a predator’s jaws.

With those words, Ji Zhiwei was dragged back to three years ago, the day they first signed their agreement.

Back then, Gu Yunhui had emphasized only one thing: obedience.

She wanted nothing more than a compliant canary.

At the time, Ji Zhiwei had been wandering Shencheng, burdened with debt and homeless, unsure where to go. Drifting aimlessly, she was eventually “guided” into a local bar.

Shencheng was sizable but not particularly developed.

Its scenic views and abundance of entertainment options made it a playground for the wealthy and idle.

As a result, the city’s underground pleasure industry thrived more than most.

Though Ji Zhiwei was an alpha, she was young, beautiful, with striking blue hair and golden eyes like a delicate doll.

Some took particular pleasure in toying with alphas, especially ones as sweet-faced as her.

The person who brought her to the bar had said there’d be no shortage of admirers for someone like her.

At first, Ji Zhiwei only sang for money.

The earnings went toward her debts, never reaching her hands.

But the bar provided food and shelter, sparing her from sleeping under bridges or on park benches, constantly fearing debt collectors and their senseless beatings.

Later, when the spoiled heirs and heiresses began teasing her, she endured the discomfort, drinking glass after glass with them.

Ji Zhiwei would never forget that night when those who coveted her finally made their move, bidding for her as if she were a negotiable ornament.

A few among them had old grudges, unable to agree on terms, which gave Ji Zhiwei a fleeting moment of respite.

Nor could she forget the first time she saw Gu Yunhui.

The next day, entering the bar, Ji Zhiwei spotted a woman seated at the very center of the counter.

Surrounding her were familiar faces those who had long sought to claim Ji Zhiwei for themselves.

Yet with this woman’s presence, their leering arrogance turned into fawning deference. Such was the mystique of status.

The woman wore her chestnut hair half-tied, gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. She sat tall, a cigarette dangling from her lips.

As she exhaled, the smoke blurred the air around her not just visually, but spiritually.

Her demeanor was lofty, her silhouette cool and detached, radiating an unbridgeable distance.

Clad in black, she carried an air of ethereal elegance, like an immortal who had strayed into demonic paths.

She turned, lips curving slightly at Ji Zhiwei no mockery, no condescension.

In that gaze, Ji Zhiwei saw a fallen celestial.

Even if she walked the path of demons, she was still one of the transcendent untouchable, unapproachable. To be looked upon by her was a grace bestowed upon mortals.

In that moment, Ji Zhiwei thought: if she truly couldn’t escape the fate of selling herself, she would choose this enigmatic woman.

Call it admiration for strength, infatuation, or a lack of self-respect.

Some things were simply beyond her control.

As a beautiful young woman with no money, the cheapest thing about her was her dignity like ashes on paper, scattered with a single breath.

“President Gu, you like her?” The person beside Gu Yunhui teased when they saw her smiling at the young girl.

Gu…? Ji Zhiwei remembered that this was the surname of an old-money elite family in the capital, on par with her own Ji family.

Except she was from a branch family of the Ji clan, while Gu Yunhui was clearly from the main lineage possibly even the head of the family.

“I do like her quite a bit.” Gu Yunhui set her cigarette aside, tapped it, then stubbed it out.

“Young, lovely, pretty, adorable, and an alpha. Why wouldn’t I like her?”

As if to spite the person who had just questioned her, Gu Yunhui beckoned to Ji Zhiwei. “Little girl, come over here to your sister.”

The Ji family had fallen from grace, while the Gu family was still at its peak.

Ji Zhiwei was an orphaned and unwanted branch relative, while Gu Yunhui was the celebrated young mistress.

The difference between them was like clouds and mud.

Yet Ji Zhiwei hesitated for only a moment.

Later, Gu Yunhui would tell her that if she hadn’t moved that night, someone else would have taken her.

Thankfully, it was her. Ji Zhiwei didn’t want anyone else.

At the time, Gu Yunhui wrapped an arm around JiZhiwei’s waist and pulled her into her embrace.

The alpha who had initially been eyeing Ji Zhiwei turned pale with anger, but still had to curry favor with Gu Yunhui, so they let it go.

Any hidden resentment was later suppressed by Gu Yunhui.

That night, Ji Zhiwei was pinned beneath this powerful omega.

At the time, the omega was in heat, and suppressants had coincidentally run out, which was why she had come to the bar looking for relief.

In the heat of passion, back then, Ji Zhiwei had also wrapped her arms around Gu Yunhui’s neck, wanting to mark her, to soothe the feverish and distressed omega with her alpha pheromones.

But Gu Yunhui had said, “You’re not being obedient, Zhizi.”

The alpha had no choice but to submit, letting the omega claim her completely her glands, her body, even her heart.

Instinct was suppressed and devoured, societal norms thoroughly eroded.

Ji Zhiwei was unhappy. But from the moment she sat on Gu Yunhui’s lap or perhaps even earlier, when she stepped into that bar she had no right to refuse.

They met several times after that, each encounter feeding their growing addiction.

Ji Zhiwei craved the omega’s soft, warm embrace, while Gu Yunhui coveted the alpha’s innocent, adorable body.

Before they parted, Gu Yunhui handed Ji Zhiwei a contract.

Gu Yunhui wanted Ji Zhiwei to be her lover for four years to help her through her monthly heats.

In return, Gu Yunhui would provide financial support, help Ji Zhiwei pay off her debts, release her from the bar’s contract, and fund her university education.

After reading the contract, Ji Zhiwei looked up, about to say thank you.

Moonlight fell on the side of Gu Yunhui’s face, accentuating her exquisite features.

Before Ji Zhiwei could speak, Gu Yunhui pressed a finger to her lips, silencing the canary.

“Sign the contract. I’ll give you money, all you have to do is obey.”

Gu Yunhui was holding Ji Zhiwei, but there was no warmth in that embrace.

Her gaze was intoxicating, full of affection, yet her words were as cold as the night.

An immortal who had descended to the mortal realm, how could she ever truly feel?

Ji Zhiwei understood the logic, but when she looked into Gu Yunhui’s eyes, she couldn’t help but drown in them.

She didn’t make mistakes often, but every now and then, she slipped.

Like when she couldn’t resist drawing closer to Gu Yunhui, wanting to kiss her patron.

Perhaps she had forgotten her identity as a canary and attempted to mark her patron.

Each time, Gu Yunhui would use those words to remind Ji Zhiwei of her place.

This time was no exception.

Gu Yunhui gripped Ji Zhiwei’s shoulders, pressing her down even harder.

The red marks left behind, almost drawing blood, weren’t enough. Gu Yunhui then bound the restless hands of her canary with clothing.

Afterward, she forced Ji Zhiwei’s mouth open, stuffed a cloth inside, and casually blindfolded her.

Had the preparations been more thorough, Ji Zhiwei might have been completely immobilized utterly at the mercy of others, like a fish on a chopping block.

But since the one wielding the knife was Gu Yunhui, Ji Zhiwei struggled to hold back her tears.

Pain surged from every part of her body. The canary had to answer for her dereliction of duty.

Only when her anger had mostly subsided did Gu Yunhui relent, ending the torment inflicted upon her canary. Finally, she tilted Ji Zhiwei’s head and roughly completed the marking during her heat.

If not for this heat, the moment Ji Zhiwei tried to mark Gu Yunhui, she should have been left behind in the villa, abandoned for a week or so.

Unfortunately, Gu Yunhui didn’t want to take suppressants, nor did she want to be marked by anyone else. During her heat, she needed Ji Zhiwei by her side.

Gu Yunhui was an omega by every biological measure.

The only one she could be marked by was Ji Zhiwei. She needed this canary.

Ji Zhiwei lay on the floor, gasping for breath.

“I’m sorry, Sister Yun!” Still unable to move, the cloth fell from her mouth as she apologized first.

“How many times is this, Zhizi? Count them yourself. Are you really an animal? How can you not control yourself?” Gu Yunhui untied the blindfold first.

The disappointment in her beloved’s eyes cut Ji Zhiwei deeper than any physical pain.

The ache in her heart now was far worse than the torment her body had endured earlier.

Ji Zhiwei took a deep breath but still couldn’t stop the tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” She had been overwhelmed by passion Gu Yunhui surely knew that.

But Gu Yunhui didn’t care. “If there’s a next time, I’ll take a page from other patrons and punish you the same way they punish their canaries.”

She pinched Ji Zhiwei’s chin, forcing her to look up, lightly patting the tear-streaked face before finally untying her.

Ji Zhiwei instinctively lowered her head. Her body looked as if it had been ravaged by a wild beast utterly disheveled.

Some patrons played with their lovers as if life itself didn’t matter.

Compared to them, Gu Yunhui had been gentle just now. Ji Zhiwei pressed her lips together, not daring to say another word.

“Enough. Get out. Don’t come back for the next few days.”

Had Gu Yunhui not been too exhausted to move, she would have dragged Ji Zhiwei up and thrown her out.

Fortunately, Ji Zhiwei gathered her things quickly.

The room fell silent. Only then did Gu Yunhui notice the torrential rain outside.

She remembered Ji Zhiwei had only brought a small bag likely without an umbrella.

And the girl’s university was far from here. By the time she got back, the dormitory doors would probably be locked.

Gu Yunhui didn’t know what to do.

Sending her back or letting her stay? The girl had just angered her just looking at her was irritating.

But leaving her to fend for herself felt too cruel. The wounds Gu Yunhui had inflicted earlier hadn’t been treated. If they were soaked by the filthy rain, infection was likely.

Ji Zhiwei was just a stubborn little girl, a bit rigid, clinging to her dignity with a death grip.

For over three years, Gu Yunhui had rarely seen her act spoiled.

When Gu Yunhui told her to leave, she didn’t dare linger. After putting on her clothes and grabbing her small bag, she was ready to go.

She didn’t even call a car, planning to walk the more than ten minutes to the subway station.

Ji Zhiwei noticed the torrential rain outside, but compared to angering Gu Yunhui, what was a downpour?

“I’m leaving, Sister Yun,” Ji Zhiwei said as she opened the door.

Gu Yunhui’s eyelashes trembled slightly.

Support The Cold CEO Chases His White Moonlight