The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected - Chapter 50

Chi Yi had said she was the one who couldn’t wait.

Before Wen Ranqing could even figure out what it was that Chi Yi couldn’t wait for, she was already pulled closer, pressed gently against the girl’s softer body.

“Dad said we should settle everything from the past when we get back home.”

Chi Yi held her tightly, exhaling a long, quiet breath.

The lights were off in the bedroom, and the sky outside had grown dim. The room was now wrapped in soft twilight. Chi Yi closed her eyes and turned her head slightly, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of Wen Ranqing.

It was calming — and completely intoxicating.

Whatever lingering frustration had been sitting in her chest was instantly swept away.

As Wen Ranqing listened to those last few words, she froze for a moment — and then felt just as relieved as Chi Yi.

Over the past four years, Chi Zhong had often told her:
“I trust you.”
“I’m at ease handing our Chi Yi over to you.”
“If Old Wen were still around, he’d be watching over you two with me…”

When she first signed that contract, Wen Ranqing had prepared herself to play a role — to go through the motions without any real emotion.

But those words from Chi Zhong, spoken so sincerely, had slowly and painfully dragged her deeper and deeper into guilt.

Guilt over the marriage.
Guilt over her deception.

She knew how kind he had been to her. Even with his sharp, serious demeanor, he had never once said anything truly harsh. And the more gently he treated her, the more Wen Ranqing’s guilt piled up.

“Did Uncle agree?” Wen Ranqing tried to sit up, but Chi Yi held her in place with just enough strength to stop her. She obediently lay back down, the tears at the corners of her eyes not yet fully dried.

Chi Yi rubbed her chin lightly against her: “Mm.”

After a while, Wen Ranqing’s heartbeat still hadn’t calmed. She gently patted Chi Yi’s back, and Chi Yi, sensing her intent, moved away a little.

“What is it?”

“I want to call Uncle.” It was both an apology and a thank-you — for still trusting her enough to leave Chi Yi in her care.

Chi Yi reached over and handed her the phone from the windowsill behind them.

The act itself, simple as it was, carried a feeling that Wen Ranqing had already stepped through the door of their family.

The tension she’d been holding in her chest faded. Chi Yi smiled slightly, watching as Wen Ranqing unlocked the phone and opened the messaging app…

“My dad said he really does care about you.”

Chi Yi took the charm Wen Ranqing had been holding tightly and rubbed the warmth into her fingertips before slowly attaching it to her phone case.

“He just finished a video call with me. There are some things he probably wouldn’t be able to say to your face. Since we won’t be going back soon, maybe it’s better to save the formalities for when we’re home. What do you think?”

Of course, Chi Yi was only guessing — drawing on memories from long ago. She hadn’t entered the study that day and didn’t really know the details of their conversation. She was just making a gentle suggestion.

In her view, as the daughter, she had more room for direct communication.

But Chi Zhong’s treatment of Wen Ranqing was different — more like a cherished treasure, delicate and cautious. That, she figured, was why her father had called her out alone earlier, without including Wen Ranqing.

Chi Yi suddenly chuckled.

It was clear their family would never have any of those stereotypical power struggles over in-laws. In fact, she could already imagine her future status in the household… and it definitely wouldn’t be at the top.

Sometimes, an outsider really does see things more clearly.

And after thinking back to Chi Zhong’s attitude just now, Wen Ranqing quickly understood why Chi Yi had said all that.

Her elegant, delicate features had matured noticeably — a beauty that now made one fall even deeper for her, yet also inspired trust.

Wen Ranqing had been staring a bit too long without realizing. It wasn’t until Chi Yi looked up at her that she snapped out of it and quickly averted her gaze in flustered embarrassment.

“Okay.”

Chi Yi smiled as she finished attaching the charm, but then her eyes caught on Wen Ranqing’s phone case.

It was still the same transparent one — but the item that used to be inside it was gone.

If Wen Ranqing had harbored feelings for her long before now, then… the night before their divorce, Chi Yi had seen that photo still tucked inside.

She didn’t have time to dwell on the thought. Wen Ranqing had just sent a long message and, catching sight of the little cat charm, her eyes lit up with joy:

“Did Xiao Yi give this to me?”

Wen Ranqing had received countless extravagant gifts — custom pieces from renowned designers, items of incredible value — but none of them made her feel the way Chi Yi’s tiny gift did.

And if this charm was meant for her… that meant it wasn’t something someone else gave Chi Yi for her birthday.

Just a small trinket, really. But seeing Wen Ranqing so delighted made Chi Yi’s heart flutter too — even if, to her, it was just a simple, ordinary item.

With that thought, she pulled Wen Ranqing into her lap, hands settling on the woman’s delicate waist.

“You didn’t fall asleep right away yesterday afternoon, did you?”

The most likely explanation was that Wen Ranqing had seen some messages and gotten the wrong idea — maybe even gotten jealous. That would explain her unusually bold, cosplay-driven behavior yesterday…

Wen Ranqing hadn’t expected her little emotional spiral to be caught so quickly. She buried her face against Chi Yi, her ears flushing red, and gave a soft, guilty “Mm…”

Being shy was one thing — but when it came to clearing up a misunderstanding, Wen Ranqing was never the type to hide.

Her quiet voice was muffled against Chi Yi’s chest, sultry and sweet — practically combustible.

Although her jealousy was cute and made Chi Yi’s heart feel especially full, she didn’t want someone as tender and insecure as Wen Ranqing to carry even the slightest sense of unease. She pressed a kiss to her heated ear and reassured gently:

“Of course not. I bought it here — one for each of us.”

“I didn’t accept that other gift. I added the person only to figure out how they got my information. Once it was handled, I deleted them.”

Just those few words instantly calmed Wen Ranqing’s heart. She gave a soft little nod and turned her flushed ear away, her voice a bit bashful:

“Did you like the birthday gift I gave you?”

If Wen Ranqing hadn’t brought it up, Chi Yi might’ve let it slide. But last night, when she was tidying the bed, she’d found a second white cat tail buried under the blankets.

And when she realized what it was — well, even she had blushed and wondered whether Wen Ranqing had visited some… less-than-wholesome stores.

“I liked it.”

Chi Yi phrased it carefully:

“Did you… buy all those things yourself?”

“Mm.” Wen Ranqing pulled herself out of her embarrassment for a moment, thinking seriously before answering:

“I bought them myself. Some of them… I didn’t really know how to use, so I bought every type to figure it out.”

Didn’t know how to use…

Chi Yi’s throat suddenly went dry. Her gaze darkened as she recalled the silver metal object from the box. Her hand shifted slightly.

Wen Ranqing let out a soft hum, voice like honey:

“Did Xiao Yi… see all of them?”

“I did. I cleaned them up and packed them into my suitcase.”

Seeing the innocent curiosity on Wen Ranqing’s face, Chi Yi’s eyes deepened with a shadow of mischief.

“Are you… curious how they’re used?”

Wen Ranqing hadn’t been particularly focused on that — but if Chi Yi liked the gift… she wanted to understand more.

“I want to know,” she said honestly. “I want Xiao Yi to have cats of different colors…”

Chi Yi froze for a second.

This woman…

She genuinely didn’t know what to say to that.

After a few moments, Chi Yi’s fingertips felt like they were on fire. She traced down Wen Ranqing’s back, pausing at the delicate dip at the base of her spine.

Her voice lowered:

“This one’s used… here.”

“Mm—”

A wave of tingling electricity jolted through her. Wen Ranqing trembled violently, melting completely into Chi Yi’s arms, weak and shivering, her face now fully flushed.

“Xiao Yi…” she whimpered, “You’re terrible…”

She knew where it went and still teased her like that…

“I didn’t know that’s how it’s used…”

Wen Ranqing felt like her brain was about to short-circuit from sheer embarrassment. She buried herself deep into the crook of Chi Yi’s shoulder, refusing to say another word.

Chi Yi always found a little wicked joy in seeing Wen Ranqing flustered like this. She gently pinched the soft flesh at her waist — and then let her go.

The sun sank lower. After lying there for a while, Wen Ranqing slowly sat up, her face still flushed. She mumbled softly:

“I have something I want to give you too… but I don’t know if Xiao Yi will accept it.”

“Try me,” Chi Yi said with a teasing smile, seeing her drop her gaze nervously. “I’ll take it.”

Wen Ranqing bit her lower lip, stood up with effort, deliberately walked around Chi Yi’s suitcase, and retrieved something from her purse — the wedding ring Chi Yi had once left silently on her bedside table.

Her hand trembled slightly as she held it.

Back when they were in their contract marriage, the ring had been snug on her ring finger. But since the day she took it off, her hand — and heart — had both felt empty.

She stood there in silence, staring blankly at it, and suddenly felt a flicker of regret.

Maybe she was overwhelmed with joy from today’s events, acting impulsively. She didn’t even know if Chi Yi still wanted marriage — or was ready for the responsibility it carried — and here she was, thoughtlessly trying to return the wedding ring.

How selfish of me…

Just as she stood there, hesitating in confusion, Chi Yi wrapped her arms around her from behind.

Startled, Wen Ranqing instinctively tried to hide the ring — but Chi Yi was quicker and took it from her hand.

It felt scorching to the touch, and Chi Yi’s heart thudded sharply. She knew exactly what this gesture meant — that Wen Ranqing wanted the same thing she did. The joy that flooded her was almost overwhelming.

“Xiao Yi…” Wen Ranqing faltered.

“Thank you for loving me,” Chi Yi murmured, resting against her, heart pounding wildly.

Wen Ranqing wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that sudden thank you — but Chi Yi’s tone was so gentle, so sincere, it sent her heart racing.

Chi Yi held the ring but didn’t return it. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t ask questions — as if she naturally wanted the same thing. Wen Ranqing gathered her courage and slowly turned around.

Even without saying a word, she looked so innocent, so vulnerable.

Chi Yi’s breath caught. She could feel the tenderness and fragility radiating from the woman in front of her. Her brows pinched slightly, and she pressed her forearm across Wen Ranqing’s lower back, voice direct:

“I can’t wait to just be your girlfriend anymore.”

Even though “girlfriend” felt like too small a word to carry the weight of what they were to each other, Chi Yi couldn’t think of a better one. But it was fine — once a girlfriend, she could become a fiancée, and then a wife, a spouse — whatever Wen Ranqing wanted to be called.

And if Wen Ranqing was in a hurry, Chi Yi could make everything — the public announcement, the legal process, the ceremony — happen fast. Very fast.

She had never defined their relationship so clearly before. It felt like falling in love for the first time.

Wen Ranqing was stunned by those three words — “be your girlfriend” — her heart pounding wildly. It took her a while to understand what Chi Yi was saying.

“Xiao Yi…”

Being her girlfriend was already more than enough. She was happy, grateful, as long as she could stay by Chi Yi’s side. But seeing the spark in Chi Yi’s eyes, even she began to hope for something more.

“I’ll wait for you to marry me.”

Wen Ranqing wasn’t entirely in X Country for pleasure — she had work commitments. Meanwhile, Chi Yi, after a week of nonstop overtime, had managed to carve out just one day of freedom.

After that, both of them returned to work.

Their schedules were packed. Chi Yi didn’t have the heart to tease Wen Ranqing too much.

And the “birthday gift” had left a strong enough impression that even a glance at Chi Yi’s suitcase made Wen Ranqing blush furiously — let alone initiate anything.

X Country’s policies were more relaxed than home. Thanks to the design team’s cooperation, everything was entering its final stages by the end of the month. Chi Yi wasn’t a core manager, so her workload had lightened.

After attending the last conference tied to the project, she returned to the hotel around 6 p.m., changed into formalwear, and headed to the banquet — where Wen Ranqing was already waiting for her.

The banquet was hosted by Mr. You of Wen Corporation. His daughter had recently won an international competition and completed a collaboration tour with a world-renowned pianist. The event also served as a chance to introduce her socially — matchmaking, perhaps.

Due to work and being overseas, Wen Ranqing had naturally received a formal invitation.

Chi Yi, on the other hand, barely knew Mr. You. She had no interest in attending. If not for Wen Ranqing looping her arm through hers and saying she needed a plus one, she wouldn’t have shown up at such a social affair.

The car pulled up to a coastal villa. Chi Yi followed a butler in a black suit. Inside, the room was filled with both Chinese and foreign guests — most of them from prestigious backgrounds, many with faces familiar from magazines and business journals.

A message came through from Wen Ranqing:

[Xiao Yi, wait for me in the main hall — I’m talking to Mr. You in the study on the third floor. Not sure how long it’ll take.]
[If it’s a while, I’ll let you know. You can head back first.]
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[I’ll make it up to you later / Cat Lying Flat.jpg]

With her secretary nearby, Chi Yi wasn’t worried. She replied simply:

[It’s fine. Don’t rush.]

Then she leaned against a corner wall and began messaging Song Yan.

Song Yan:
[/Knock Knock / Crack / Pig Head / Pig Head]

Chi Yi had just texted her earlier — letting her know she and Wen Ranqing were back together and would return to China at the end of the month.

Even with the law firm not that busy, it had taken Song Yan days to reply — probably in disbelief.

Chi Yi smiled faintly and replied:

[I was wrong, Attorney Song / Praying Hands.jpg]

Song Yan:
[Video call?]

Chi Yi snapped a photo of the banquet crowd and sent it to her.

[Too public here.]

Then more messages rolled in:

Song Yan:
[You Ranran?]

Chi Yi paused. The name sounded vaguely familiar.

[I mentioned her to you before — you two knew each other as kids. She went abroad to study later…]

“Miss Chi?”

Chi Yi hadn’t even finished reading the messages when the banquet’s star walked up to her.

You Ranran wore an elegant gown. Her wavy hair was neatly pinned back, her mixed-race features sharply defined. Up close, her peach blossom eyes glinted faintly green.

Her refined look didn’t match the bold, playful personality Chi Yi remembered — she still couldn’t quite connect her to the poised concert pianist.

“Hello.”

Chi Yi kept her tone polite. Though she hadn’t had a great impression during their bar encounter, the fact they’d known each other as kids gave her enough reason to remain courteous.

You Ranran hadn’t realized Chi Yi only recognized her from the bar. With her own intentions clear from the start, she’d approached Chi Yi directly.

She took a glass of wine from a passing waiter and maintained a respectful distance:

“Didn’t even take the birthday gift. Got blocked without a word. I’ll admit — it stung a bit.”

Chi Yi’s expression cooled.

If You Ranran had connections, it wasn’t hard to access her schedule or phone number.

Had she been single, she wouldn’t have cared how bold an Omega acted. But with no one knowing the complex situation between her and Wen Ranqing, Chi Yi clarified:

“Thank you for the gift. But I couldn’t accept it.”

The message was clear.

Sensing the Alpha’s sharp tone, You Ranran gave a restrained smile and nodded:

“I misunderstood.”

She had already figured it out when she saw both their names on the guest list.

Though flirtatious, she wasn’t someone who would interfere in a committed relationship. That was why the first thing she asked at the bar was, “Are you here alone?” And when she was blocked later, she took it without complaint.

She raised her glass elegantly:

“Then I’ll wish you and President Wen a happy future together?”

Just as she was finishing, a man in a tailored suit came down from the second floor and whispered something into her ear. Though expressionless, he exuded a quiet authority.

It was the You family’s butler. He rarely interrupted unless absolutely necessary.

You Ranran withdrew slightly:

“Sorry, Chi Yi — can I call you that?”

Chi Yi nodded silently. You Ranran turned away to listen.

Although their worldviews didn’t align, her candid, carefree style made her not entirely unpleasant.

Chi Yi relaxed, reached for a fresh drink from the central table — a pale blue cocktail — and sipped it.

She couldn’t deny it: being wished happiness with Wen Ranqing… felt good.

But the butler’s whisper took a little longer than expected. You Ranran gave a few short replies and then turned back.

“Chi Yi, that drink — did you drink it already?”

Her tone had shifted, and her eyes flicked nervously between the glass and Chi Yi.

Generally, AO spiritual energy remained stable unless agitated or in a sensitivity period.

But Chi Yi had barely taken half a glass before she began to feel it — a subtle agitation in her spiritual field. When she heard You Ranran’s tone, she realized something was wrong.

You Ranran’s face darkened. She barked to the butler:

“Support her. Now.”

Chi Yi’s hands were gripping the table, but her vision swam. She clutched at her gland, stumbled toward the approaching male Alpha, and her body gave out.

The last thing she heard before losing consciousness:

“Call the doctor. Take her to a guest room first.”

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