The Obsessive Beauty’s White Moonlight - Chapter 11

Having never shared a bed with another person, Su Niannian expected a night of insomnia. Instead, she fell into a deep slumber, enveloped by the scent of sandalwood, and enjoyed a long-overdue rest.

She slept so soundly that it took several minutes after waking to remember where she was.

What time is it? Su Niannian reached groarily for her phone, but the screen remained black despite her repeated pressing. Only then did she fully wake up, realizing the battery must have died.

Just how long did I sleep? She sat up, noticing the spot beside her where Qi Ning had slept was already cold. Clearly, the doctor had been up for a while.

Changing into the loungewear Qi Ning had prepared, Su Niannian rubbed her eyes and stepped out of the bedroom.

“Good morning, Niannian.”

A cheerful greeting made Su Niannian look up, and she was immediately stunned by her surroundings.

In just one night, Qi Ning’s home had been completely transformed. The living room curtains were drawn wide, allowing warm sunlight to flood the interior, instantly brightening the once-gloomy apartment.

A sunflower with water-beaded petals sat in a vase on the dining table. Small, adorable succulents had appeared on the bookshelves and coffee table. Even the stark, black leather sofa had been softened by a cream-colored plush cover.

Everything was exactly as Su Niannian had described offhandedly the day before.

“This is.” Su Niannian was speechless.

Qi Ning, sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, watched her with curved eyes. “Do you like it?”

Su Niannian couldn’t find her words. After standing still for a long moment, she walked forward with her head down and, under Qi Ning’s surprised gaze, gave her a brief hug.

“I like it,” she said.

Su Niannian: “!”

Su Niannian’s sudden “straight-ball” caught Qi Ning completely off guard, causing her face to flush slightly for the first time in her life.

Her heart swelled with a bittersweet, aching sense of satisfaction. For a moment, Qi Ning actually felt too flustered to hug her back.

She hesitated for only a second, but it was long enough for Su Niannian to let go and bolt back into the bedroom as fast as her legs could carry her.

Qi Ning, finally recovering: “…”

What a shame.

“How does it look?” Su Niannian spun around, showing off her long dress to Qi Ning.

The pale green gown was cleverly designed, with layers of fabric that felt light rather than heavy. As the color reached her knees, it faded into a sheer white gauze, perfectly accentuating the elegant lines of her lower legs.

“Hmm.” Qi Ning hummed thoughtfully.

Seeing her silence, Su Niannian began to doubt herself. She checked her reflection in the mirror; the green palette suited her skin tone well—it should be fine, shouldn’t it?

Qi Ning spoke to the shop assistant, asking for a pair of high heels. “Try walking a few steps in these.”

Su Niannian cooperated obediently.

She rarely wore heels, so her movements were careful and slow. From her arms to her waist, her posture became lithe and graceful, swaying with a gentle, airy elegance.

“How is it?” Su Niannian asked again after stopping.

“Extremely beautiful.” So beautiful it makes me want to take it off you.

Seeing her taste validated, Su Niannian’s eyes lit up. She nodded excitedly, grabbed the next set of clothes, and disappeared into the fitting room.

Initially, Su Niannian only wanted to buy a few basic changes of clothes, but Qi Ning dragged her from winter coats to autumn wear, and even through the summer section.

Bathed in Qi Ning’s lavish praise and sincere, admiring gazes, Su Niannian gradually discovered the joy of shopping. For the first time, she had someone to appreciate beautiful things with. It was delightful!

Meanwhile, a certain woman surnamed Qi, who wasn’t admiring the clothes at all but rather the woman wearing them: Mysterious_Smile.jpg.

After buying a mountain of clothes and opting for the home delivery service, Su Niannian finally felt the pangs of hunger.

“Cream rolls, fresh from the oven,” Qi Ning said, pulling a paper bag from behind her like a magic trick. “Something to tide you over before lunch.”

She seemed to be attuned to Su Niannian’s needs at every moment.

“Here.”

They sat side-by-side on a bench, sharing the rolls bite for bite, the sweet aroma of the pastry lingering in the air around them.

Qi Ning suddenly chuckled. “Doesn’t this feel like a date?”

Shopping together, buying clothes together, eating sweets, and soon dinner and a movie, before returning to the same home, it certainly felt like one.

Su Niannian’s ears turned pink. She pretended not to hear.

After resting, they began to stroll in search of a lunch spot, but their path was blocked by a dense crowd. Su Niannian glanced toward the source of the commotion and noticed that the building cordoned off by police tape was the very restaurant where they had eaten the previous night.

“What happened here?” a curious passerby asked.

The person next to them lowered their voice. “I heard someone died.”

“Ah!” the passerby whispered back. “This early in the morning? Who was it?”

“A rich second-generation heir. Died last night, apparently. Fell from the second floor and was only found by a waiter this morning.”

At the keywords, Qi Ning’s pupils contracted slightly. What a coincidence.

“A rich heir!” The passerby gasped dramatically. “Was it some struggle over an inheritance? That’s how it always goes on TV.”

“No! Haven’t you seen the news? This guy had a terrible reputation. He’d forced himself on several girls before, but his uncle in the police department kept it quiet. If you ask me, he got what he deserved.”

Su Niannian wanted to hear more, but Qi Ning tugged at her. “Niannian, let’s take another route.”

“Okay.” Su Niannian agreed, stealing one last glance at the restaurant before turning away.

By the time they emerged from the cinema, the sky had opened up into a torrential downpour.

Such heavy rain was rare in winter. Most pedestrians were caught without umbrellas, and every taxi that appeared was immediately swarmed.

After waiting by the road for a long time without luck, the two decided to walk home, given that the distance wasn’t that great. They each held an umbrella, chatting idly over the rhythmic drumming of the rain.

Su Niannian found it strange, they had only known each other for two days, yet they clicked as if they had been friends for years.

“Mew.”

Su Niannian was listening to Qi Ning speak when she heard a faint, weak cry. She reflexively stopped and looked around; the sound seemed to be coming from a narrow alley nearby.

“What’s wrong?” Qi Ning stopped too, following Su Niannian’s gaze.

“Mew, mew.”

Su Niannian hesitated. “There’s a kitten crying.” It sounded pitiful, as if it were running out of breath.

Qi Ning understood. “Want to go see?”

They didn’t have to go far into the alley before they found a cardboard box discarded next to a trash can. The cries were coming from inside.

Su Niannian stepped forward, tilting her umbrella to shield the box. Looking inside, she found a tiny kitten. It was huddled in a ball, soaked to the bone, its fur matted in clumps. Its eyes were closed, yet it continued to meow stubbornly at them.

Sensing the rain had stopped above it, the kitten nuzzled toward Su Niannian’s direction, seemingly pleading for help.

Qi Ning looked coldly at the filthy little creature in the box. Normally, she was indifferent to such things, but this particular one was exceptionally an eye-sore.