The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected - Chapter 36

Wen Ranqing was still immersed in the afterglow—tear-streaked cheeks, and a sheen of sticky sweat across her back.

Chi Yi always valued the emotional experience. She didn’t want Wen Ranqing to feel wronged or cry during a kiss. But, in truth, Wen Ranqing hadn’t. She had instead earnestly given feedback, expressing her genuine joy.

The temperature in the room had risen a few degrees. Chi Yi’s heart, too, was full—completely taken by the woman in her arms. Her body and mind both felt at ease. She licked her lips and finally noticed a faint taste of blood.

Chi Yi’s brows furrowed instantly. She cupped Wen Ranqing’s soft cheeks and, in a tone far less gentle than earlier, said, “Open your mouth. Let me see.”

Obediently, Wen Ranqing parted her lips slightly. There was still a bit of transparent moisture on her lower lip, and faint traces of blood had seeped from the inside. If the cut didn’t heal soon, even eating or drinking would hurt. Chi Yi’s expression darkened.

She couldn’t have bitten that hard, no matter how unrestrained she had been—most likely, Wen Ranqing had injured herself in the heat of the moment. Was she nervous? Chi Yi’s heart softened immediately, and her earlier doubts about being too impulsive quietly began to fade.

“It doesn’t hurt…” Wen Ranqing’s hand awkwardly climbed up Chi Yi’s forearm and gently slid down again, her voice tender with reassurance.

Whether it was from lingering in the kiss or from flustered embarrassment at being discovered, Wen Ranqing leaned in again. Unsure whether Chi Yi would welcome it, she instead planted a soft kiss at the corner of her lips—like a little fox being affectionate, sweet and endearing.

Her eyes, like blossoming peach flowers, had been red all night. The woman, seemingly made of water, had shed tears more than once. The elegant dress she wore was now wrinkled and disheveled, barely concealing the spring-like beauty of her body.

Chi Yi was still feeling tender-hearted when Wen Ranqing, soft and boneless, leaned fully into her embrace—clumsily fanning the flames, stirring Chi Yi’s restlessness.

Faced with such a Wen Ranqing, Chi Yi’s desire was easily reignited. But Wen Ranqing clearly needed proper rest. Tomorrow morning, the preliminary results of the bridge design’s first two phases would be released. As team leader, Chi Yi couldn’t afford to be absent. Soon after, they’d be thrown into the tight schedule of compiling the construction blueprint estimates.

All day long, Chi Yi had reminded herself not to get too carried away tonight. But Wen Ranqing, insatiable and endlessly provocative, made that promise difficult to keep.

Chi Yi pinched her chin and teased, “President Wen didn’t cry enough in the office tonight, hmm? You want to go back and…”

The office sofa sometimes seated important clients, sometimes Wen Junze. Now that Chi Yi had brought it up, Wen Ranqing grew even more embarrassed. She clapped a hand over Chi Yi’s mouth, her face flushed with bashful frustration, her every gesture oozing sensual charm she wasn’t even aware of.

Chi Yi could kiss her to this extent, while Wen Ranqing had merely pressed close. Yet she was being treated so tenderly. But the girl in front of her—the one with eyes full of love—made it impossible to be angry. The kiss alone tonight had already filled her heart with contentment.

Wen Ranqing whispered shyly, “I understand.”

“It’s getting late. I’ll take you home.” Chi Yi, out of Wen Ranqing’s sight, toyed lovingly with a strand of her long hair. A flash of barely perceptible disappointment flickered in Wen Ranqing’s eyes. She cleared her throat and added softly, “I don’t have a change of clothes for tomorrow.”

She meant that was the only reason she couldn’t stay with Wen Ranqing tonight.

Besides the dress she wore, Chi Yi only had the small blazer that had fallen to the floor. It wouldn’t be appropriate—or comfortable—to wear something so formal to work again. She also vaguely felt a slippery dampness along her thigh—likely a result of Wen Ranqing’s earlier arousal.

“Then Xiao Yi, how about coming over after work tomorrow? I’ll cook something delicious for you.” Wen Ranqing couldn’t hide her joy. She wanted to invite Chi Yi for dinner and a movie, but going out together might risk getting photographed. She didn’t want Chi Yi to be burdened by such things early on, or worse, start resenting their relationship.

Chi Yi understood Wen Ranqing’s concerns. She helped her into her clothes—even after seeing that seductive figure so many times, she still felt uneasy. Her hands lingered on the soft flesh at Wen Ranqing’s waist, and she abandoned the idea of leaving immediately. Like an addiction, she wanted to keep talking to her: “President Wen knows how to cook?”

In her memory, Wen Ranqing’s dainty fingers barely ever touched housework. Even a simple fish soup would be a clumsy affair. To prepare a full table of food that could fill someone up? It’d likely take all evening.

Now that they were married, Chi Yi never used another form of address. Even though they had already kissed, Wen Ranqing didn’t know how to ask for a change in how she was called—so she simply accepted it, helplessly.

“I’ll learn to cook whatever Xiao Yi likes. I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.” Her cheeks flushed at her own words, her confidence faltering, and her voice softened.

The tall, slender woman knelt on Chi Yi’s lap, wrapped in an oversized blazer. Her waist leaned softly into Chi Yi’s embrace, eyes filled with expectation as she thoughtfully considered what dishes she could prepare—there was a subtle intimacy that only existed between lovers.

Her plush, rosy lips were right in front of Chi Yi, the inside moist and sweet. Chi Yi’s heart gave a heavy thump. Her gaze deepened, and a surge of mental energy left her momentarily dazed.

She glanced at the clock. It was late. She clenched her palms, forcing herself to suppress the urge to kiss Wen Ranqing again. Instead, she gently wiped a trace of lipstick from her lips. Yet her fingers trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

“I want cream cake,” she said after a pause, her voice hoarse, but her gaze steady again. She patted Wen Ranqing’s back, signaling that she was about to carry her out.

From Wen Ranqing’s perspective, after teasing her a little, the girl seemed to lose interest. Though her refined brows and delicate features didn’t show any impatience, they didn’t display much emotion either. It felt as if she had agreed only to go along with Wen Ranqing’s wishes, not out of genuine enthusiasm.

Wen Ranqing obediently reclined against her, half-lying in Chi Yi’s arms, fingers gently tugging at the front of her shirt. She pursed her lips and responded softly, “Okay~”

She wasn’t even sure if Chi Yi had truly accepted her pursuit. But it didn’t upset her. What worried her more was the thought of causing any discomfort to Chi Yi.

She couldn’t help but wonder quietly—Am I really that unattractive to Xiao Yi…?

A while later, already seated in the car, Wen Ranqing remained silent. Her long lashes lowered, hiding her thoughts.

Their former home wasn’t far from the Wen Group building. Including the drive and parking, the trip took no more than fifteen minutes. Even when they stood at the door, Chi Yi didn’t step inside. Wen Ranqing stood just inside the doorway, her emotions already tidied away. She spoke gently, her voice soft and warm, “It might take me a while to learn how to bake the cake. Xiao Yi, there’s no need to come too early tomorrow.”

She’s going to make it herself? Chi Yi paused in surprise. The mention of cream cake had mostly been to coax Wen Ranqing a bit. The ones she’d bought would sit uneaten for two or three days, and with her gentle temperament, she’d never even mention it. Chi Yi had hoped her concern could manifest in something tangible—so that not every little hope Wen Ranqing had would be met with disappointment.

“What flavor do you want?” Wen Ranqing asked again before Chi Yi could answer.

Chi Yi found herself at a loss for words. After thinking for a moment, she realized she genuinely did want some cake. “Any flavor’s fine,” she finally said.

Wen Ranqing stood in the warm light of the foyer, looking unusually gentle. Even Chi Yi’s gaze softened a little. “Go get some sleep. It’s late.”

Everything that needed to be said had been said. Wen Ranqing gave a soft “Mm” in reply. But she still hadn’t said what she really wanted to say. Chi Yi hadn’t promised whether she would stay over tomorrow night. That door, right in front of her, quietly closed—along with the view of those beautiful eyes and brows.

Since the moment her feelings had shifted, she had told herself not to be greedy—to take things slowly, to draw closer little by little. And it had worked. Even Chi Yi’s smallest responses made her happy for a long time. Sometimes, just catching a glimpse of her was enough to keep her spirits high the entire day.

But just now… she’d had an overwhelming urge to ask her to stay. She had wanted a closeness with Chi Yi that left no space between them—feeling it was only right if they were even closer.

She stood at the door for a long moment, then quickly forced herself to push aside that selfish thought. Biting her lip, she turned and walked toward the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Chi Yi remembered there was a pharmacy nearby. Before she realized it, her pace had quickened. After buying a medicinal powder suitable for applying to the lips, she returned to the building downstairs in no time.

This was an area with extremely high property value. Not many residents were around at night. From a distance, she immediately saw the apartment unit—dimly lit. Realizing what she was doing, she let out a helpless sigh on the spot.

She had told Wen Ranqing to get some rest. If she were to see her again now, Chi Yi really couldn’t promise she’d be able to control herself.

Climbing back into her car, she took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind. Then she pulled out the business card left behind by An Li and sent a friend request.

The request was quickly accepted. Chi Yi didn’t like beating around the bush and asked directly whether An Li knew anything about Wen Ranqing’s insomnia.

An Li replied:
[I’m not too sure about that. President Wen has a psychologist.]

Chi Yi frowned and asked:
[Do you have the doctor’s contact information?]

An Li responded:
[No, I don’t.]

Chi Yi put down her phone, her expression darkening. Since An Li didn’t know, she didn’t press further. A while later, her phone buzzed again with two more messages.

[The psychologist hasn’t been around much. I haven’t seen them in about half a year. I think they’re not in the country right now. If you want to find them, it probably won’t be easy.]

At 7 a.m. the next morning, Chi Yi arrived at the company.

The audit results had been released, and everyone was well aware that the project was on a tight schedule. All personnel involved were operating under intense focus. Chi Yi, along with Qu Yinan and colleagues from the Engineering Department, Quality Control, and several other divisions, chatted as they walked toward the elevators, heading up to the large conference room for a joint departmental meeting.

As soon as she entered the room, Chi Yi caught a familiar scent of perfume. She hadn’t even turned her head when she noticed Qu Yinan’s expression shift slightly—subtle, but not natural. Following the rest of the group’s lead, she greeted, “President Wen, Manager Xu.”

The moment her eyes met a gaze equally laced with surprise, Chi Yi looked away. She raised an eyebrow and gave a small, composed nod in greeting.

Several more colleagues entered after her, still discussing the project. Without meaning to, Chi Yi found herself standing quite close to Wen Ranqing.

In the relatively compact, enclosed space, the team was deliberating over which construction management plan to adopt. Manager Xu, on Chi Yi’s right, flipped through documents, the soft rustling of pages filling the air. And just behind Chi Yi—Wen Ranqing stood nearly pressed against her back.

The faint perfume lingered in her nose. The memory of the elevator came rushing back—vivid and immediate. In a flash, Chi Yi pictured Wen Ranqing’s outfit today: a sleek pencil skirt, tailored to perfection. Even with all her composure, Chi Yi’s heartbeat quickened.

“We’d like your opinion on this, Engineer Chi,” someone said, passing her a tablet.

The meeting was on the 20th floor. For the first time, the elevator ride felt impossibly slow. A few seconds later, most of her attention shifted to the documents in her hands.

Just as she was about to respond, she felt something press lightly against her slacks from behind—someone’s knee or thigh.

Words stuck in her throat.

Thankfully, the male colleagues were focused on the plans and didn’t notice her pause or the change in her demeanor.

There was a faint, almost imperceptible friction at the back of her knee—subtle enough to ignore, but distinct enough that Chi Yi noticed every inch of the contact. She could clearly feel the difference in texture where the two fabrics met.

She hadn’t had any water that morning, and now her throat burned. Her molars clenched tightly. She knew no one was looking at them—but that didn’t stop the surge of heat spreading to the tips of her ears. She stood frozen, unable to respond at all in such a setting.

Fortunately, no further movements came from behind. When the elevator reached the 20th floor, Chi Yi quickly stepped out with the group, exhaling deeply to calm her nerves.

Not even during the day am I spared… she thought.

Maybe she had been wrong before—Wen Ranqing wasn’t just passionate. She might really be… a bit of a torment.

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