The Cold CEO Chases His White Moonlight - Chapter 7

Ji Zhiwei had no experience in this.

Although she had been Gu Yunhui’s lover for three years, they had never once kissed.

Only in private, when Ji Zhiwei sought out certain unspeakable videos to watch, had she ever fantasized about kissing Gu Yunhui.

But it remained just that, a fantasy.

Gu Yunhui would kiss her cheeks, her collarbone, even places too intimate to name but never her lips, the symbol of love.

This kiss was both for the sake of acting and a moment of recklessness for Ji Zhiwei.

Her longing had grown over the years, reaching a point where it could no longer be easily uprooted. It gnawed at her reason like ants devouring wood.

Every time she saw Gu Yunhui, the itch and the pain would play in unison.

Gu Yunhui froze for a second.

The girl’s lips were, naturally, soft an indescribably exquisite sensation.

The taste was something Gu Yunhui couldn’t put into words. All she knew was that it was sweet as honey, flowing down her throat and into the depths of her heart.

Ji Zhiwei’s grip on Gu Yunhui’s hand was tight.

It took Gu Yunhui a moment to push her away.

She was thoroughly startled especially by her own reaction.

She forgot what they were doing, only wanting to separate from Ji Zhiwei.

Ji Zhiwei, caught between the scene and reality, couldn’t react in time. She stood there, frozen, as if her brain had short-circuited.

Ye Pingsheng was so furious she nearly threw the script at Gu Yunhui’s head, but Lu Peijiu stopped her.

“What the hell are you doing? She was acting perfectly fine, I was just starting to feel it! What’s the point of pushing her away?”

Ye Pingsheng cursed without restraint, not caring that Gu Yunhui was someone she ought to curry favor with.

Even if Lu Peijiu was from the Lu family, and Ye Pingsheng had her own influence, the two of them combined still couldn’t compare to Gu Yunhui, the rising head of the Gu family.

“I… I’m sorry.” Fortunately, Gu Yunhui showed no intention of pursuing the matter.

She felt a pang of regret, finally understanding why Ye Pingsheng had dragged her into rehearsing with Ji Zhiwei earlier.

Never mind the sparks between Ye Pingsheng and Lu Peijiu.

In Ye Pingsheng’s eyes, Ji Zhiwei was Gu Yunhui’s lover and had been for years. There was no way they hadn’t even kissed.

But in reality, they hadn’t.

A huge misunderstanding. Gu Yunhui pressed her fingers to her temples and took off her glasses.

“Isn’t this enough? You’ve watched her act for over ten minutes. Still not satisfied?”

This tone usually signaled that Gu Yunhui’s patience had run out.

Ye Pingsheng backed down, though she still shot her a glare behind her back.

“It’s fine. Xiao Ji, both Teacher Lu and I think you have great potential. Keeping you in Sinan’s role would be a waste. We’d like to give you the role of Wen Ran. Are you up for it?”

Ji Zhiwei snapped out of her daze, her expression finally shifting.

Wen Ran was the morally ambiguous female lead’s rival.

“Thank you, Teacher Ye and Teacher Lu!” Ji Zhiwei’s mind was still filled with the taste of that kiss, leaving no room for thought. Her mouth moved faster than her brain as she accepted Ye Pingsheng’s offer.

“Good, that’s the spirit. The role of Wen Ran will be a challenge for you, but there are still three months before filming starts. Teacher Lu will guide you then, I believe you can do it.” Ye Pingsheng stood and shook Ji Zhiwei’s hand.

Lu Peijiu stepped forward as well, teasing, “If I weren’t here, Sheng might’ve wanted to give you the female lead.”

“You’re still better than her. But in a few years, who knows?” Ye Pingsheng was blunt.

Lu Peijiu had a good temper and didn’t take offense at all.

Ji Zhiwei finally snapped out of her daze, realizing just how big of a favor she had just received, and blushed furiously, lowering her head in gratitude.

The room wasn’t just the four of them.

Other investors, assistant directors, and screenwriters were also present.

However, the assistant directors and screenwriters were all from Ye Pingsheng’s studio naturally, whatever the boss said went. If the boss approved of someone, they couldn’t possibly be bad.

Besides, Ji Zhiwei had indeed performed well just now, bringing the character to life. The screenwriter only regretted that Ji Zhiwei couldn’t continue playing the role of Sinan from her script.

The other investors, out of respect for Gu Yunhui’s reputation, didn’t dare to speak up.

Among them, a sullen-faced man watched the scene unfold, typing a message on his phone to someone.

This role had originally been promised to someone under his wing someone with real talent.

But Ye Pingsheng had handed it over just like that, all because of Gu Yunhui’s influence.

Well, then he couldn’t be blamed for playing dirty. Coincidentally, his nephew attended the same school as Ji Zhiwei.

Once she stepped out of the audition room, Ji Zhiwei finally dared to cover her face with her hands.

It was burning up.

So that’s what a kiss felt like even more exhilarating than making love.

And Gu Yunhui’s lips were so sweet and soft, impossibly addictive.

She pressed her lips together, trying to etch the sensation into memory.

“Weiwei! You’re finally out, you took so long! How’d it go?” Cheng Lanxin hurried over, ready to walk with Ji Zhiwei.

“Pretty good, I think. I won’t be going back to school tonight.” Ji Zhiwei was in a rush to return to the villa.

She still had to figure out how to request leave from the student council and the short film team.

“Oh, alright. I’ll head off first then, see you tomorrow!”

“See you tomorrow.”

On the way back, Ji Zhiwei thought for a moment and used the excuse of a family emergency to secure her leave. Gripping the subway handrail, she drifted into a daze.

She had no idea that her message had nearly caused an uproar in the short film group chat.

“‘Family emergency’? In all these years as classmates, aside from when she’s asking for leave, have you ever heard her mention her family? I bet it’s just an excuse.”

Li Yansong scoffed at the message on his phone before slamming his hand on the table, demanding the attention of the entire crew.

“But, that’s not really a big deal, is it? What college student talks about their family all the time? If a classmate’s in trouble, we should help if we can. Besides, she’s just asking for leave.”

A girl who usually got along with Ji Zhiwei countered.

“She’s the lead! The performance is the day after tomorrow today and tomorrow’s rehearsals are crucial. Don’t you get that?”

Li Yansong glared at the girl. He was tall, and she was petite, so she inevitably shrank under his imposing stance.

“But if a family member’s sick, she can’t just not go.” Another student felt Li Yansong was being unreasonable and tried to mediate.

“Hmph. ‘Family member’ more like her sugar daddy.” Li Yansong rolled his eyes.

He’d had a long-standing grudge against Ji Zhiwei, and now he’d finally caught her in a compromising position.

“You can’t just say things like that without proof.” The female alpha who had been reprimanded by Fang Xianqing shot back.

“Proof? You think I’d say this without proof?” Li Yansong flashed his phone screen, revealing a blurry but unmistakable photo of Ji Zhiwei kissing Gu Yunhui.

The image was grainy, but the person on the right was clearly Ji Zhiwei. The woman on the left, with her elegant attire and commanding presence, was undeniably someone of high status.

The classmates who had defended Ji Zhiwei earlier fell silent.

“Moreover, my uncle just told me that this Ji Zhiwei has been cast as the female lead in Director Ye’s new drama. The internet was buzzing about how even the highly anticipated rising star Yan Kexin lost out to a mere student like her. Do you think that makes any sense?”

The room fell into an even deeper silence, no one daring to speak.

No matter how impressive they thought Ji Zhiwei was, faced with such evidence, no one dared to utter a word.

They too believed that a student could never compare to an established veteran, no matter what.

“Then what do you suggest we do? The performance is the day after tomorrow. If we kick her out, where are we going to find a lead actor?” the person in charge of the short film spoke up.

“I have my ways.” Only then did Li Yansong’s expression ease slightly.

Ji Zhiwei was unaware of this episode.

She took the subway, which was much slower. The moment she stepped into the villa, before she could even take a shower, Gu Yunhui arrived.

“Little Gardenia.” Seeing that Ji Zhiwei was already there, Gu Yunhui’s mood improved considerably.

She pulled Ji Zhiwei into her arms, stroking her hair as she did so.

“You did well today.” She had made her proud.

Ji Zhiwei’s ears turned red instantly. Gu Yunhui was actually praising her so openly.

She clutched Gu Yunhui’s clothes. “Thank you, Sister Yun.”

“Hmm… so you do know me?” After the praise, it was time to settle old scores.

Gu Yunhui wasn’t in a hurry to act. First, she undid Ji Zhiwei’s carefully braided hair.

Gu Yunhui’s fingers brushed through Ji Zhiwei’s strands, over and over, the sensation spreading from her scalp.

Ji Zhiwei nestled obediently in Gu Yunhui’s embrace, almost reveling in the caressing motions.

“I was wrong.” The girl’s muffled voice rose from her chest.

She admitted her mistake quickly. Gu Yunhui pinched the young girl’s waist, eliciting a soft moan.

That gasp swiftly ignited the sparks in the air.

Remembering Ji Zhiwei’s cold pretense of not knowing her earlier and her defiance during the audition, Gu Yunhui could no longer maintain her composure.

She loosened the last braid, abandoning gentleness as she roughly tore off Ji Zhiwei’s clothes.

Blue strands cascaded over Ji Zhiwei’s shoulders, veiling her body just enough.

A few soft locks rested on her collarbone, hints of blush peeking through, while others draped further, even obscuring the forest below, clinging to the jade-like skin, tracing delicate lines.

With each breath, those lines became more pronounced.

The girl’s beauty also lay in her lack of excess fat, her years of consistent exercise revealing a subtle, firm musculature beneath the softness.

Gu Yunhui followed the strands, her fingers gliding beneath the silky threads as she traced downward.

She had seen it many times before unadorned, slightly concealed, even adorned in various costumes.

Each time, her heartbeat affirmed its approval.

This time, the sense of mystery felt refreshing. Gu Yunhui pushed aside a few stray locks, feeling as though she were on an expedition, parting the clouds to reveal the sun.

“And you held hands with someone else, had physical contact?” Gu Yunhui let the hair fall back, first grasping Ji Zhiwei’s hand.

“Was it this one?”

“N-no!” The earlier teasing had left Ji Zhiwei unbearably stimulated.

Her mind was a haze of heat, her breath coming in short gasps. She barely managed to comprehend the question, only to realize it was an accusation from the one she loved.

“We didn’t touch, mm.” Ji Zhiwei’s arm was pinched once, then again.

She bit her lip, enduring Gu Yunhui’s venting, tears pooling in her eyes not from pain, but from unmet desire.

“I’m just nearsighted. I was wearing glasses.”

Gu Yunhui took off the glasses and casually placed them on Ji Zhiwei’s face. “I can see perfectly clearly.”

Her vision blurred, the dizziness intensifying.

Ji Zhiwei blinked rapidly, caught off guard as Gu Yunhui nipped at the tip of the peach.

“Hiss…” Ji Zhiwei squeezed her eyes shut. “Sister Yun, I was wrong.”

“And what do naughty children get?” Gu Yunhui sucked lightly before releasing her.

“Punishment.” Ji Zhiwei had barely sighed in relief when the pain struck again, laced with an indescribable thrill.

She recoiled, stumbling back onto the sofa, only to be pinned down.

Gu Yunhui made sure she was securely held before rising to fetch a toy.

Her glasses sat askew, blurring Ji Zhiwei’s vision, leaving her expression dazed only fueling Gu Yunhui’s desire to tease her further.

The round, gold-rimmed frames didn’t suit Ji Zhiwei at all.

But since they had been forced onto her face by her patron, they carried a different weight.

Unsuitable became fitting.

Gu Yunhui traced Ji Zhiwei’s cheek, adjusting the glasses back into place, meeting those vacant eyes stoking urges she could hardly suppress.

Teasing, punishing, marking. With the spiral toy now in hand, Gu Yunhui took her time with each.

Midway through, Ji Zhiwei began to plead, but her breathy whimpers only stoked the fire.

By the end, as Gu Yunhui gazed at Ji Zhiwei’s lips, an unexpected impulse surged.

She craved that earlier touch, that sweetness.

So, she leaned in, tilting her head.

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