The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected - Chapter 57

Water trickled down the sharp, nearly perfect line of her jaw.

After a soft moan echoed through the small bathroom, the air seemed to freeze, save for the sound of the running water.

Wen Ranqing’s skin shimmered with moisture, and the thin white silk nightgown clung to her body. Wearing it was somehow even more enticing than not wearing anything at all.

Her figure was full in all the right places, and the black fabric of her undergarments sank slightly into the soft curve of her waist. Every inch of her sensual silhouette stirred the heat Chi Yi had just tried to cool with cold water—only for it to come surging back, faster and hotter than before.

Chi Yi’s long, strong fingers tightened slightly on the damp fabric at Wen Ranqing’s waist. She had dressed Wen Ranqing in this very gown with her own hands, but now she realized—her plan to take things slow was clearly falling apart.

Wen Ranqing’s skin was snow-pale, strands of her jet-black hair stuck wetly to her chest. Disheveled, delicate, and utterly inviting—her beauty both innocent and provocative. She stared at the girl she had panicked over upon waking up, her eyes flickering with worry and seduction, mixing into the steamy heat of the air.

Chi Yi’s waist and back muscles were lean and defined, her complexion fair and flawless—like something angelic. And, as Wen Ranqing had learned only hours earlier, she felt even better to the touch.

One glance was all it took before Wen Ranqing had to quickly look away, her gaze laced with shyness. That body wasn’t just youthful and attractive—it was strong, and she could still feel the way it had held her just moments ago. Maybe it was the lingering sense of unease from earlier, but now her legs were trembling.

She was pinned in place and unable to move, so she gently shifted her waist and murmured sleepily, “Xiao Yi…”

Chi Yi didn’t respond.

Wen Ranqing was barely able to stand. Her toes just grazed the floor, and her whole body felt soft, like she was melting. Why should I be the only one this flustered? she thought. If it feels good for her too, why did she go rinse off in cold water? Why does just a brush of my pheromones draw her in so easily…?

She was annoyed with herself for having passed out so quickly earlier, a little ashamed even—but none of that mattered compared to Chi Yi.

Chi Yi took a deep breath. She stood a short distance away, then repeated what she had just heard.

Saying it herself was one thing—but hearing Chi Yi repeat it made the whole atmosphere almost unbearably suggestive.

Wen Ranqing bit her lower lip until it flushed bright red. After a long hesitation, she whispered a barely audible “…mm.”

That single sound hit Chi Yi like lightning.

Every muscle she had just managed to relax went taut again. The warmth radiating from the tiles behind her felt like it came from her own back. Her fingers, still resting at Wen Ranqing’s waist, tightened—then she scooped her up, pinning her gently against the wall in one fluid motion.

“Ah…” Wen Ranqing gasped softly.

The ceramic behind her still held traces of warmth. Chi Yi could support her easily with one hand. It was only an embrace, yet Wen Ranqing knew she’d been right about everything. Swallowing her embarrassment, her face flushed with an allure even she wasn’t aware of.

She clung tightly to Chi Yi, soft lips brushing against her ear.

Both of their bodies were damp. They didn’t need to search for it—the intoxicating pheromone that wrapped around Chi Yi’s senses was already there. The whisper in her ear was tender, tempting. Chi Yi kissed her lips, slow and sweet.

It was already close to normal working hours, yet Wen Ranqing’s consciousness was drifting. Half-asleep, she burrowed into Chi Yi’s arms like a dazed kitten.

Chi Yi held her close, smiling softly, her heart aching and full. “Hmm?” she asked gently.

That pure, lovely face had already asked her this question so many times tonight. Wen Ranqing’s eyes were still wet, her voice hoarse, unable to speak. She shook her head and whimpered as she tried to pull away—only for Chi Yi to stop her gently.

Her cheeks were still flushed. On the verge of tears again, Chi Yi couldn’t bear to “retaliate” any longer. Instead, she gently drew her long hair from her shoulder, smoothed it down, and pulled her tightly into a comforting hug.

“Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. Let’s sleep.”

They slept in until 3 p.m., only woken by the vibration of Chi Yi’s phone and the sound of the doorbell.

Chi Yi was the first to open her eyes. She reached out for her phone and declined the call. Then she met Wen Ranqing’s still-unfocused gaze and kissed her on the forehead with tenderness.

“Sleep a bit more. I’ll be right back,” she whispered in a low, hoarse voice.

The warmth of her touch faded quickly. Wen Ranqing lay in the soft bed, barely able to move. Her body felt like it wasn’t hers anymore. She gave a soft, sleepy hum of agreement as the memories of the morning slowly replayed in her mind.

Chi Yi sat up briskly, as if she hadn’t been tired at all. She pulled on the nearest piece of clothing and headed for the door to the suite.

She could tell from the two or three missed calls and a few messages that it was Dr. An Li outside the door. Her expression didn’t show the slightest surprise.
“Dr. An, is something wrong?”

Just yesterday, the two of them had been sharing a secret. Now, standing at the hotel room door, Chi Yi didn’t even move aside to let her in.

But despite her composed demeanor, her face still held a faint blush.

An Li, well aware of the reason for her visit, lifted the bag of medicine in her hand, her expression unchanged.
“I brought a custom suppressant for your current condition—and a few other things you might need.”

“Thank you.”

Chi Yi hadn’t fully processed what “things you might need” meant, and took the bag absentmindedly. Then she remembered what had been on her mind earlier this morning—while she was still holding Wen Ranqing, just before sleep overtook them. The next moment, she asked casually:
“Dr. An, are you free this Friday night?”

“No.”

An Li’s face remained cold and businesslike, but Chi Yi knew that was just her default tone. She lowered her head and chuckled lightly, her expression, for once, revealing the girlish awkwardness of a 22-year-old.

She quietly closed the door behind her and spoke in a softer voice,
“It’s nothing. Just… maybe keep an eye on the news that night.”

She thanked her again and watched her leave. Then she sent a message to Chi Zhong, asking for his opinion. A moment later, she followed up on the contact they had discussed earlier that morning—using her rarely tapped connections to secure an appointment.

“You’re awake?”

“Why didn’t you sleep a little longer?”

Chi Yi handed a warm glass of water to Wen Ranqing and gently gathered her back into her arms. She propped a soft pillow behind her waist and slowly lowered her back onto the bed.

Wen Ranqing’s face flushed red instantly. Holding the cup in both hands, she couldn’t say a word. Her gaze darted nervously around.

After a long beat, Chi Yi couldn’t help but smile. “This is fresh,” she said, referring to the water—though the line carried a teasing undertone even she immediately regretted.

She thought back on the morning’s events—the way she lost all restraint in the face of Wen Ranqing’s repeated soft affirmations. From the bathroom to the bedroom, she didn’t even know how many times she’d lost control.

Wen Ranqing took small sips, soothing her dry throat, doing her best to suppress the waves of embarrassment that kept rising. Her voice came out soft and faint:
“Who was looking for you, Xiao Yi?”

There was a hint of lingering passion in her voice. Chi Yi suppressed a grin, seeing right through her attempt to act natural. She didn’t have the heart to tease the little fox—always so shy when touched, yet clinging tightly when not. She took the cup and finished the remaining half herself.

“Dr. An. She brought us some medicine.”

Wen Ranqing froze, eyes fixed on Chi Yi’s lips as they touched the edge of the cup—where she had just drunk. Her gaze followed the graceful movement of Chi Yi’s throat as she swallowed, then slowly drifted to the hand that had once seduced her by the mirror.

Her face flushed completely red in an instant.

After a long while, she whispered shyly, “Okay…”

Thinking about it, they had already been abroad for quite some time. Chi Yi worked in bridge and road design—sometimes independently, sometimes for a firm. Now that their long-term relationship was finally confirmed, Wen Ranqing couldn’t help thinking about her future.

“Now that your collaboration with Mr. Wen Xu is over… where do you want to work next?”

Chi Yi scrolled through her phone, looking for something to order for their first meal of the day. She tapped three different main dishes before pausing at Wen Ranqing’s question.

She gave a soft laugh and replied,
“You’re not keeping me, President Wen?”

From the beginning, Chi Yi had turned down many dream jobs others would’ve fought for. It was clear from the start—she had no plans to leave the Wen Group. How could Wen Ranqing even suggest she might go elsewhere?

“N-No, that’s not what I meant.” Wen Ranqing gripped the edge of the blanket tighter, explaining gently,
“I just think… Xiao Yi must have a life she wants for herself. You can’t stay with me every day…”

Every day—even if we love someone, wouldn’t we get tired of being together constantly?

Her peach blossom eyes lowered, her elegant face still marked with traces of the night’s passion. Chi Yi saw the concern behind those words, and in that moment, she knew exactly what Wen Ranqing was afraid of.

This foolish woman.

Chi Yi leaned halfway against the bed, pulling Wen Ranqing into her arms as she opened the food delivery app.
“I get it now. President Wen wants me to work directly in your office—so that even during breaks, I can sit you in my lap, and when reviewing documents, you’re still in my lap, and during meetings I can…”

The further she went, the more absurd it sounded.

Wen Ranqing, helpless, clutched the collar of her shirt and leaned up to place a soft kiss on her lips, trying to stop her antics in the gentlest way.

Thankfully, Chi Yi wasn’t entirely serious. They weren’t really together every second of the day.

And the truth was: Wen Ranqing’s charm always worked on Chi Yi. Her little “beauty trap” was foolproof. Chi Yi dropped the teasing, finished the order, set her phone aside, and her expression softened into seriousness.

“I do have a life I’ve imagined for myself,” she said.

Wen Ranqing’s breath visibly lightened. Even though she had these thoughts herself, hearing Chi Yi say it aloud still brought a pang of sadness.

“But ever since I turned eighteen, I’ve always hoped that life would include you in it.”

She had chosen her university to chase her. Even her major was because of her. Chi Yi couldn’t help being drawn to that gentle older girl who once comforted her in the dark. Every version of Wen Ranqing—past and present—made her heart race. As long as Wen Ranqing loved her, she would never stop loving back.

Chi Yi held her tighter, leaned in, and gently kissed her ear. Her voice dropped, soft and full of affection.
“So don’t worry about anything. I’ll always be with you.”

They had already done the most intimate of things, but Wen Ranqing still shyly curled her shoulders inward, her cheeks tinted pink. It was nothing other than Chi Yi’s words—too tender, too sweet, like something out of a dream.

Chi Yi had always meant what she said. She never once let Wen Ranqing down. And even if this kind of emotional confession was rare from her, Wen Ranqing still believed it almost instantly.

She nestled obediently into Chi Yi’s embrace, heart pounding, eyes glowing. Her voice still hoarse, she asked softly,
“Then… when are we going back?”

She couldn’t wait anymore. She wanted to return home—to meet the parents, to make their relationship official. She longed for the kind of life Chi Yi spoke of: waking up beside her every morning, smiling at chance meetings in the office, becoming her legal partner. She wanted to celebrate anniversaries, holidays… and maybe even one day—

Ever since Chi Yi accepted her, Wen Ranqing’s world had grown smaller and smaller. Every future memory she imagined had Chi Yi in it.

Her face was filled with unconcealed anticipation. With that sweet, innocent expression, she had once again perfectly guessed Chi Yi’s thoughts.

Chi Yi looked at her, eyes full of love, and smiled gently.
“This weekend.”

This weekend… But today was only Monday.

Still, Wen Ranqing didn’t feel disappointed. She simply wanted those milestones to happen sooner. But right now, they were already living the life they wanted—together.

“Okay~”

Chi Yi stood up to open the door for the food delivery, but before she reached it, Wen Ranqing tugged her back for one last, feather-light kiss.

Whenever she opened her eyes, she would see this woman—flushed and flustered, emotionally undone, all because of her.

Chi Yi knew it: Wen Ranqing was growing impatient.

And honestly, so was she.

She could barely wait to get back home…
And propose.

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