The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected - Chapter 43

Chi Yi thought about it—ex-wife sounded too much like the past, and girlfriend felt too light, too vague for what they now were. In the end, she chose a more straightforward way to express it. What she didn’t say, however, was that she, too, now belonged to Wen Ranqing.

The warmth under her fingertip was rising. Chi Yi knew well how easily Wen Ranqing could be embarrassed. No matter how direct or unconcerned she might normally be, Chi Yi never dared speak too intimately with her. In fact, she had already begun subconsciously trying to slow things down.

Her voice was gentle, laced with quiet affection, and indescribably seductive. For a moment, Wen Ranqing even forgot to breathe.

Chi Yi’s words were like a beam of warm light piercing through the black curtain of uncertainty in Wen Ranqing’s heart. Even Chi Yi herself didn’t realize just how much her simple statement stirred and shook Wen Ranqing inside. The ripples refused to fade for a long time.

Wen Ranqing looked into her breathtakingly beautiful eyes, stunned at first, but quickly overtaken by a tender, slow-building joy that filled her entire being.

She opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say.

The room was dark, with only the faint glow of the projector casting soft light. Dust motes floated in the air. Half of Wen Ranqing’s face was bathed in shadow, her eyes glistening, cheeks flushed, the tip of her nose red. She looked especially delicate—almost heartbreakingly so.

Chi Yi saw the flicker of doubt and disbelief in her eyes. She brushed away a few loose strands of hair near Wen Ranqing’s lips and looked at her with immeasurable softness, asking, “You don’t want to?”

“No,” Wen Ranqing shook her head quickly, her lips pressed together. Her voice was light and soft from crying, but her response was immediate, almost panicked—as if afraid Chi Yi would misunderstand.

She just couldn’t believe… Chi Yi had acknowledged their relationship out loud.

It had only been two short months since the divorce, and now they were already here. Wen Ranqing still felt as if she were caught in a beautiful, surreal dream. But the Chi Yi in front of her was unmistakably real—exactly like in her memories, only more defined than the sweet little girl from the past. Now, with her long limbs surrounding her like this, she carried an unspoken intensity that was almost suffocating… and even more mesmerizing.

The skin on Wen Ranqing’s neck still tingled slightly from earlier. It was hard not to believe that everything happening right now was real. Almost unconsciously, her fingers moved to touch the “official stamp” Chi Yi had left on her—her heart pounding wildly, eyes gleaming with satisfaction and joy.

“Then I’ll take that as a yes.” Chi Yi let out a quiet sigh of relief. Maybe because it was her—because it was Wen Ranqing—even Chi Yi found herself feeling nervous. Her palms were slightly damp with sweat.

It wasn’t until Wen Ranqing softly murmured “Mm” that her trembling heart finally settled. She was still in her susceptibility period, her body and mind both weary. Chi Yi lay back against the pillow, her eyelids growing heavier now that her mental tension had finally relaxed.

Her pheromones, which had lingered in the air, gradually began to fade. Chi Yi’s shirt had ridden up slightly from all her movements, revealing a stretch of smooth, pale skin. When she wasn’t tensing her muscles, her abdomen showed no sharp definition—just a clean, elegant line. Even this made Wen Ranqing blush, and after some time, she shyly leaned in a little closer.

Chi Yi’s thick lashes fluttered slightly. Her features were sharp and well-defined, but at this moment, her expression was unusually soft. Though she often gave off a certain pressure, her face was delicate and small, her neck pale and slender, lacking any trace of harshness.

Suddenly, Wen Ranqing remembered what she had said when Chi Yi, at eight years old, had asked to marry her. Back then, seeing only her soft, obedient demeanor, Wen Ranqing truly believed Chi Yi would eventually present as an Omega. Who would’ve thought a single, casual response would ripple forward and shape so much of their future?

But even if Chi Yi had turned out to be an Omega, Wen Ranqing realized—she would have fallen for her just the same.

The subtle scent in the air lingered at her nose. Chi Yi turned onto her side to face her and absentmindedly played with the soft flesh of Wen Ranqing’s ear, finding amusement in how red and warm it grew. Her voice was low and slow, filled with indulgence: “There’s no rush… We can take things step by step.”

“For example, tonight I have to go home.”

The implication was clear—they’d have to part ways soon.

It was something they both already knew, but lying here on Wen Ranqing’s bed, dressed in rumpled sleepwear, Chi Yi still couldn’t hide the flicker of reluctance in her eyes as she said it. “Is there anything you want to say to me?”

Spending the entire day with Chi Yi was a kind of sweetness Wen Ranqing hadn’t even dared dream of two days ago. She didn’t want her to leave either. But reality was reality. Her rationality remained intact, and she had no intention of making any unreasonable requests—like asking her to stay.

Instead, under Chi Yi’s gentle, patient coaxing, her subconscious offered up the answer without much thought. Her clear eyes sparkled with anticipation, and almost immediately, out of habit, she said in a soft, barely audible voice:
“When you get home… remember to reply to my messages.”

Chi Yi’s smile deepened. She ran her fingertip along Wen Ranqing’s smooth lips, but didn’t reply.

Wen Ranqing could have asked for more—called her, video chatted with her. Chi Yi looked at her and felt that if Wen Ranqing ever took the initiative to say she missed her, she might very well show up downstairs at her place just to see her for a moment.

Thinking that, Chi Yi let out a soft laugh at her own impulsiveness.

She didn’t speak for quite a while, but the eagerness on her face was obvious. Not wanting to disappoint her, Wen Ranqing clenched her hands a little tighter. After a moment, she adjusted her words:
“Let me know when you get home.”

Even that gentle request, voiced so carefully, sent Wen Ranqing’s heart into a flutter.

Changing from “reply to my message” to “send me a message” was indeed progress. Chi Yi was helpless to resist, her drowsiness growing heavier.
“Okay,” she murmured.

“Anything else you want to say? You can tell me anything.”

Chi Yi agreed, and Wen Ranqing felt a wave of small, fluttering joy and quiet contentment. Something came to mind, and she spoke, her voice slightly louder but still warm and calm:
“Xiao Yi… Mr. Wenxu’s team has attracted many well-known designers. It’s a really good opportunity.”

“Mm…”

“His assistant contacted me. The schedule’s a bit tight. I might have to leave in just a few days.”

As Chi Yi spoke, Wen Ranqing found herself distracted by the line of her pale collarbone. After a long pause, she leaned forward and gently rested her face against it, not daring to move too much. Chi Yi’s skin was cool to the touch, and it felt comfortable. Pleased with her own success in sneaking some closeness, Wen Ranqing’s eyes curved with a quiet smile.

The words slipped out before she realized it:
“Would that be okay?”

“I’ve got a bit of work to finish up. I’ll come after I wrap it up in a couple of days.”

There hadn’t been anything unusual until those words were said. But the moment they were, both women realized the implication—it felt like two teenagers sneaking around behind their parents’ backs.

The skin beneath her palm was warm and tender, practically burning. Embarrassment bloomed across her like she was about to overheat. Chi Yi pulled her close and softly replied,
“Okay~”

She didn’t see any problem with it. As long as Wen Ranqing wanted to go, they could go anywhere. The fact that she was taking the initiative to mention travel plans made Chi Yi feel nothing but satisfaction and quiet joy.

“Don’t try to do everything all at once. We have plenty of time. I’ll wait for you.”
Nothing had happened yet, but Chi Yi still felt the need to say it. She couldn’t help thinking Wen Ranqing seemed too tired lately—these past two days had been rare moments of rest for her.

Her eyes were already growing too heavy to keep open. She tightened her arms slightly around Wen Ranqing’s soft waist, and Wen Ranqing let out a quiet hum, naturally leaning into her embrace.

A long time passed—so long Chi Yi was nearly asleep—before a gentle voice finally reached her ears. It wasn’t so much directed at her as it was a whisper into the quiet, like murmuring to oneself.

“Xiao Yi is also…”
Can Xiao Yi also be mine?

She didn’t finish the sentence, but Chi Yi seemed to understand anyway. She responded softly with a quiet hum of affirmation.

The blanket had slipped from her shoulder. Wen Ranqing clung to her, as if she were melting into her, her whole body flushing red from the warmth between them. Until six in the morning, Wen Ranqing lay quietly like that. The only movement Chi Yi noticed was the slight damp warmth and tingling at her neck.

Before Chi Yi left, Wen Ranqing, cheeks flushed, placed a small bandage over the faint hickey she had left the night before. Her ears were so red they were nearly translucent. Chi Yi took the desserts Wen Ranqing had made earlier, gave her a gentle, encouraging kiss—though not too deep—and finally left.

After handling her affairs back home, Chi Yi’s plane touched down in Country X. The local liaison met her, Qu Yinan, and Gao Tianzong, and escorted them to the hotel where rooms had been arranged.

Over the following days, they attended a series of meetings with other designers, including project kick-offs, site inspections, and technical exchanges. Once they entered the design and development stage, their schedule became much more flexible.

Around midday, after parting ways with her colleagues in the elevator, Chi Yi quickened her steps. Since the day they separated, she’d barely had any time to see Wen Ranqing. Now, she was rushing to the airport to pick her up.

As she opened the door, she saw Wen Ranqing already standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, back to her, taking a call.

The realization took a second to register—but after the initial wave of surprise, a strange sense of peace settled over Chi Yi.

“Xiao Yi.”

Wen Ranqing heard the noise behind her and walked over, her voice warm and soothing. Chi Yi dropped her backpack and looked up—just in time to fully take in how beautiful Wen Ranqing looked today.

It was Chi Yi’s birthday.

She had known in advance that Chi Yi likely wouldn’t accept any gifts. After they got together, there hadn’t been time to prepare anything either. Wen Ranqing had asked her—outright, subtly, repeatedly—what kind of birthday gift she wanted. But it wasn’t until Wen Ranqing was on her way to the airport that Chi Yi finally gave her an answer:

She wanted to see her in a skirt.

Chi Yi looked at her directly, her heartstrings pulled taut and plucked hard—so hard her breath grew warm and unsteady. She had, indeed, wanted to see Wen Ranqing dressed like this, but now that the woman was standing right in front of her, there was no way to stay calm.

Wen Ranqing was flustered. She lowered her gaze as she took Chi Yi’s bag, lips lightly parted as she whispered, “Xiao Yi…”

She didn’t even need to ask—she could feel how much Chi Yi liked seeing her dressed this way. Her face burned with heat, and she thought for a second that maybe she should tell Chi Yi to stop looking… but she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

In an instant, the air between them thickened with tension—soft, ambiguous, charged.

Wen Ranqing placed Chi Yi’s bag down, the ache of longing too much to bear. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her, nestling close, trying to soothe the heat in her chest.

It had only been a week since they’d last seen each other, but Chi Yi’s heart had suffered just the same. With Wen Ranqing, even doing nothing was enough to stir her emotions—let alone being embraced like this.

Feeling Wen Ranqing’s full, curving body press against her, Chi Yi rested a hand at her lower back—right where two different fabrics met. That spot alone was enough to ignite the senses.

“How did President Wen get in here?” she murmured, her voice low and teasing, as she brushed her lips near Wen Ranqing’s reddened ear. It was nothing more than a common intimacy between lovers, but paired with her tone, it made Wen Ranqing’s thoughts run wild.

The way Chi Yi still called her President Wen… and the way she was dressed tonight… Wen Ranqing had, in truth, used her own authority just a little to get access to Chi Yi’s room. The shame of it all hit her at once, and she stood frozen, unable to form a coherent reply.

Her neatly pinned-up dark hair had a loose strand hanging down her cheek. Only in Chi Yi’s arms did this woman—usually so poised and untouchable—become this delicate, breathless figure. Her face, like polished jade, had melted into spring water. Chi Yi’s breathing grew heavier.

“President Wen…” she whispered again, voice rough with restraint.

But before she could say more, Wen Ranqing, overwhelmed with embarrassment, lightly pressed her hand to Chi Yi’s soft lips. After a short pause, she softly reminded her,
“Xiao Yi…”

“I’m seven years older than you.”

Chi Yi froze for a moment, leaning back against the door, momentarily dazed. Wen Ranqing hadn’t even changed out of her high heels yet. Right now, they stood eye to eye. Coupled with that outfit Chi Yi rarely saw, Wen Ranqing radiated an executive’s quiet dominance.

As Chi Yi stood there, still stunned, Wen Ranqing leaned in close to her ear and whispered gently,
“Call me Jiejie, will you?”

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