The Scumbag’s "White Moonlight" and I Ended Up Together - Chapter 1

“Young Master, we’ve arrived.”

Cen Yao heard the voice and opened his eyes. He was sitting in a black sedan that had slowly come to a stop before a luxurious villa. A bodyguard opened the car door, and a middle-aged couple hurried out from the villa to greet him.

Ten minutes ago, Cen Yao had just completed his final mission. Under the System’s arrangement, he had come to this world for a “vacation.” As he looked at the couple, memories of this world flooded his mind.

In this world, he was still named Cen Yao, the only son of the Cen family, who had just returned to the country after obtaining his MBA. However, he was not the protagonist of this world.

The protagonist was Cheng Shuwen, the youngest son of the Cheng family. At twenty-five, he married Wang Weichu, the son of the Wang family. Their relationship was a cycle of separations and reunions, full of physical and mental torment. Eventually, Cheng Shuwen—having seized power over the Cheng family—ended up with a foreign beauty.

Wang Weichu, on the other hand, died in the midst of the Cheng family’s power struggles.

Wang Weichu… Cen Yao let the name roll over his tongue. That was the person he was looking for—the person who had left the deepest impression on him during his very first mission.

“Yaoyao, you must be exhausted from the trip, right?”

“Shuwen called our house several times just now. He said he couldn’t reach your phone… he wants to invite you over for dinner. You should go; you don’t even know that Shuwen got married yet…”

Cen Yao’s parents let the servants take his luggage while they chattered away. The Cen and Cheng families had been acquainted for generations; Cheng Shuwen had even been raised in the Cen household for two years as a child. Naturally, the Cen parents treated him like their own nephew.

Cen Yao responded with a cold, indifferent “Mhm.” His parents didn’t find it strange; Cen Yao had always been proud and aloof, and he wasn’t particularly close even to his own parents.

Once inside, Cen Yao had a maid bring him the phone.

“Hello.”

The man on the other end let out a sudden sigh of relief, a hint of a smile appearing in his voice. “Cen Yao, you’re home? My parents and I have already prepared a welcome dinner for you. Just a family banquet at home.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow. Tomorrow evening, say six-thirty? You must be tired from the trip; get some good rest first.”

“Okay,” Cen Yao replied. Even if Cheng Shuwen hadn’t invited him, he would have taken the initiative to visit the Cheng house.

Cheng Shuwen was twenty-seven, not far from thirty, and usually carried himself with a steady demeanor. But now, clutching his phone, his face was lit with visible surprise and joy.

Wang Weichu stared blankly at his husband’s smiling face. He rarely saw Cheng Shuwen display such genuine happiness.

Cheng Shuwen turned around, and the smile on his face vanished instantly. He frowned. “Why did you come in without knocking?”

Wang Weichu was long used to this attitude. He said softly, “I knocked several times. You were busy until late last night; I was worried something was wrong, so I pushed the door open.” He held out a small plate. “Mom asked me to bring this to you.”

Cheng Shuwen said coldly, “What could possibly be wrong?” He pointed at the coffee table. “Put it there.”

Wang Weichu nodded and set it down. He wanted to say more, but remembering that Cheng Shuwen never allowed him to pry into his affairs, he kept his mouth shut. He had no right to investigate Cheng Shuwen’s privacy.

As Wang Weichu turned to leave, Cheng Shuwen unexpectedly called out to him. “Wait.”

Wang Weichu stopped. Cheng Shuwen walked over, sized him up with some displeasure, and said, “You’ve been in the Cheng house for over a year, how… Forget it.” He strode to the desk, took a supplementary credit card from the drawer, and handed it to Weichu. “Go buy a few new outfits. You have a friend named… Jin Yao, right? Have him go with you.”

Wang Weichu gripped the card, stunned. Cheng Shuwen rarely cared about such things.

Cheng Shuwen was different from him. Weichu had grown up in a remote mountain village. His mother died early. His father, who had reportedly been missing for years, suddenly found him and brought him to the Wang family. Before he could even adjust, he was married into the Cheng house as a “male wife.” At that time, he had only just stumbled his way through high school.

And Cheng Shuwen? The youngest son of a wealthy family, he had received an elite education, was handsome and elegant, and had become the General Manager of Xinyang Real Estate at a young age. Cheng Shuwen was big on etiquette; Weichu knew that even if Cheng Shuwen looked down on him, he wouldn’t usually criticize his aura or meddle in his dress.

But today…?

Seeing Wang Weichu standing there in a daze, Cheng Shuwen frowned. “An important guest is coming to the house tomorrow.”

A maid knocked and whispered through the door, “Third Young Master, Young Master Feng is here. He’s downstairs…”

Just as she finished, footsteps sounded outside. Cheng Shuwen opened the door.

“Brother Cheng, I came to see you!” A young man stroded in. His Armani suit fit him loosely, marking him as a typical playboy. He was smiling until he saw Wang Weichu; the joy in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of contempt.

Wang Weichu was used to this, too. The first time Cheng Shuwen took him to dinner with friends, Weichu had made a fool of himself because he didn’t know how to eat Ise lobster. Since then, Cheng Shuwen’s friends looked down on him, believing he wasn’t worthy of Cheng Shuwen.

Sometimes, Wang Weichu felt the same way. He felt that his name and his life experience were like a cannon fodder “Passerby A” in a literary work. Cheng Shuwen was the only variable.

“I heard Cen Yao is back. Have you contacted him? I couldn’t reach him…” This Young Master Feng turned back with a smile.

Cheng Shuwen’s expression softened significantly. “Yes, I just spoke to him. He’s coming to dinner tomorrow.”

“Haha, I knew it! He’d definitely answer your call. Fine, we won’t crash the party tomorrow… how about the day after? Let’s all get together then.”

Their conversation was familiar and full of joy. But that joy didn’t reach Wang Weichu’s heart. He felt his hands and feet go numb; his whole being felt frozen.

Cen Yao.

He had heard this name countless times.

“How handsome is Young Master Cen? Tsk, like a snow lotus on a mountain—get it? Beautiful and unreachable.” “The Cen family? Old money, wealthy, noble… a total benchmark in the capital!” “Young Master Cen was an honor student since childhood. In middle school, who knows how many girls had a crush on him…”

Everyone said these things. And in the end, they always said: “How could Cheng Shuwen dare to like him? Isn’t it obviously a hopeless cause?”

Cen Yao was the White Moonlight in Cheng Shuwen’s heart—admired but unattainable. Almost the whole city knew it. Wang Weichu later found out, too. He knew from their gossip that he wasn’t even one percent as good as that White Moonlight.

So… the “important guest” Cheng Shuwen mentioned was him?

Wang Weichu walked out silently. Once in the hallway, he pressed a hand to his chest to suppress the panic. Young Master Feng’s voice floated from behind him: “Sigh, if Cen Yao’s grandfather hadn’t found out you liked Cen Yao back then, you wouldn’t have had to marry such a person just to avoid suspicion…”

“That’s enough.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t say it. Let’s talk about that plot of land in the south…”

Cheng Shuwen closed the door. Their voices blurred.

Wang Weichu pressed a hand to his cheek. He thought he would cry, but he didn’t. His expression was tight, without a single tear. When he first arrived at the Cheng house, he would cry from the humiliation of others, but not anymore.

He clutched the card and walked out. At least… at least at a time like this, Cheng Shuwen would still look out for him. Maybe he didn’t love him, but they did have a marriage certificate.

Wang Weichu followed Cheng Shuwen’s instructions and called his friend Jin Yao to go shopping. Jin Yao was a minor, third-rate model. Weichu had met him one day after a gathering with Cheng Shuwen’s friends; as he left a club, he saw Jin Yao being pinned against a car and having his clothes stripped.

Weichu had never seen such a scene. He immediately thought of himself—bullied and mocked at the Cheng family banquets with no power to resist. So, he begged Cheng Shuwen to save Jin Yao. Cheng Shuwen granted his request. This led Weichu to believe, for a long time, that Cheng Shuwen was good to him.

“Try this one?” Jin Yao called out, snapping Weichu back to reality.

Jin Yao leaned against the door and smiled. “President Cheng is really generous to you… Too bad I don’t have a good father; no one likes me. Otherwise, I’d be a male wife too.”

“…”

Jin Yao was slender, with blonde hair and a tiny face. Many men liked that look. “By the way, why did President Cheng suddenly give you the card? You said before he never cares about this.”

Wang Weichu finally said, “…Cen Yao is coming to visit.”

“Cen Yao? The Cen Yao!” Jin Yao stood up straight, jolted. “Then buy something expensive!”

He brought over many clothes that Weichu had never even considered. Swallowing his embarrassment, Weichu tried them on one by one. In the end, he bought several outfits, spending over 60,000 yuan. Weichu felt a pang of guilt seeing the card being swiped.

“Is that all? Tsk,” Jin Yao said. “When you see Cen Yao, be a bit fiercer! Let him know who’s the real couple with President Cheng now!”

Wang Weichu nodded.

The next evening arrived in the blink of an eye. Wang Weichu changed his clothes and walked out.

Cheng Shuwen’s mother immediately made a face. “What on earth are you wearing?”

Cheng Shuwen turned and was also stunned. A bright silver shirt paired with black trousers looked extremely strange on Wang Weichu… it lacked solemnity. It even looked a bit… seductive.

Cheng Shuwen frowned, about to speak, when the butler walked in, beaming. “Young Master Cen has arrived.”

Wang Weichu instantly became flustered; his heart raced and his limbs stiffened as if he might faint the next moment. Cheng’s mother and Cheng Shuwen said no more; they rushed out to the door in unison to greet him. Even Cheng’s father, the eldest brother, and the second sister—who rarely came home—were there.

Cen Yao was truly an “important guest.”

Wang Weichu followed them to the door and looked up. A young man stepped out of the black sedan. He was 190cm tall, wearing a black suit with a green emerald brooch that looked both striking and expensive.

Weichu was dazed. The man was indeed handsome—so handsome that Weichu couldn’t find the right words to describe him. His features were beautiful, but his eyes were indifferent, making him look exceptionally “abstinent,” as if he weren’t gay at all. It made sense that he wouldn’t like Cheng Shuwen.

“I’ve finally waited for you,” Cheng Shuwen said with a smile. The others greeted him warmly. Cen Yao remained cold and indifferent, but the others seemed used to it and remained enthusiastic.

Wang Weichu noted everyone’s reactions and then looked up. The man was looking at him.

Cen Yao was looking at him!

Cen Yao was sizing him up. Weichu was only twenty-three, with a hint of boyishness. His features were upright and clean, but his hair was a bit silly and his expression was wooden.

Cen Yao’s gaze drifted downward. Weichu was wearing a bright silver shirt and black trousers. The former was eye-catching, while the latter was somber. Together, they looked like erotic desire trying to break free from its shackles, carrying a hint of secret sensuality that even Weichu himself probably hadn’t noticed.

Cen Yao’s Adam’s apple moved.

Wang Weichu’s limbs felt even more numb. The man before him seemed so superior, like the peak of a high mountain. Weichu was afraid of him.

“Why are we all standing? Yaoyao, come in.” Cheng’s mother ushered them into the dining room.

Cheng’s father sat at the head of the table. To his right were Cheng’s mother, Wang Weichu, and the second sister. To his left were Cen Yao and Cheng Shuwen. The eldest brother, who usually sat at the front, was relegated to the end.

As the maids served the dishes, Wang Weichu felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. What is this? he thought dazed. The entire Cheng family was enthusiastically entertaining the person his husband loved. He felt like the redundant one. Especially his outfit today—in their eyes, it probably looked even more improper…

“Yaoyao, try this. I remember you loved it as a child,” Cheng’s mother said with a smile.

“I’ll get it for you. Using the serving chopsticks,” Cheng Shuwen immediately added.

Wang Weichu didn’t hear Cen Yao respond once. But that didn’t dampen Cheng Shuwen’s enthusiasm; the voices of the Cheng family crowded the table, completely different from how they were when they were with him.

Everything felt like a heavy hammer striking Weichu’s chest. He wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Just then, he felt his pant leg crawl upward slightly. It was a bit itchy.

The bitterness in Weichu’s heart was suddenly suppressed. He gripped his chopsticks. Was it an illusion?

The itchiness quickly intensified. Weichu’s heart thudded, and he accidentally knocked his napkin off. No one noticed him, so no one scolded him for being improper. Wang Weichu pursed his lips and bent down to pick it up.

A long, straight leg in black suit trousers… hooked his leg.

Wang Weichu gripped the napkin and snapped his waist back up. Cheng Shuwen finally noticed his movement, frowned, and whispered a scolding: “Why are you in such a rush?”

Wang Weichu’s throat was dry, his body stiff; he couldn’t say a word. He subconsciously looked at Cen Yao again.

Cheng Shuwen, with a slightly pale face, was saying to Cen Yao: “I forgot to introduce you… this is Wang Weichu, my… my wife.”

Cen Yao’s expression was still indifferent, looking exceptionally “abstinent.”

But this noble, elegant, cold, and unapproachable White Moonlight… was hooking Weichu’s leg under the table.

The White Moonlight stared at him and finally opened his mouth. He called out: “Wang… Wei… Chu.”

He spoke the name slowly, word by word, as if he were holding that ordinary name on the tip of his tongue.

Wang Weichu’s mind exploded with a bang.