The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected - Chapter 60

After returning to China, the first stop was the Chi family home to meet the parents. Early the next morning, they submitted their application for remarriage certification. The approval process would take a full day, and aside from picking up the certificate today, they also had to visit Dr. An Li for a physical check-up.

In the underground garage of the Chi family estate—

Chi Yi’s slender fingers pulled her seatbelt snugly across her torso. She smoothed out the hem of her white shirt, mindful of how easily the fabric wrinkled. The garage door was halfway open, sunlight slanting in to highlight the sharp, elegant lines of her jaw—a profile that never failed to make Wen Ranqing’s heart stir.

She hadn’t even started the ignition yet, but Chi Yi could already feel that familiar, heated gaze clinging to her from the passenger side.

Turning her head, she saw Wen Ranqing—wearing a shirt identical to her own. Just a plain, formal white dress shirt, yet on Wen Ranqing, it radiated allure.

The front panels overlapped neatly, the buttons fastened all the way to the top. Her seatbelt lay snug between her breasts, and the soft fabric clung closely to her curves. The sight of it all made Chi Yi’s jaw tighten and her throat go dry.

They had been staying at the Chi family’s old home these past few days. Though not on the same floor, Chi Yi had shown remarkable restraint—holding back completely, out of consideration for Wen Ranqing’s bashful shyness.

Now, that tension was beginning to boil over.

And yet Wen Ranqing remained completely unaware—looking at her with those soft, sweet eyes, as though gazing at some precious treasure.

The moment their eyes met, Wen Ranqing instinctively tried to lower her gaze, feeling self-conscious. But her mind flashed back to the proposal night and the short video clips that several major newspapers had released afterward.

Chi Yi had posted a photo of their rings on Weibo, with the caption:

“My little temper has finally been cured.”

That night, in the softness of the bed, Chi Yi had whispered by her ear, guiding her hand, coaxing her into saying she loved her—every part of her. Whatever thoughts Wen Ranqing had, as long as she voiced them herself, Chi Yi would grant them.

Those beautiful eyes—like the ones that had reflected fireworks just nights ago—now fixed on her, calm and knowing. Without a word, Chi Yi reached for the remote and lowered the garage door again. The space dimmed, slowly filling with shadows.

She didn’t do anything—not yet. Just that look, laced with quiet expectation, made Wen Ranqing’s cheeks flush in seconds. Chi Yi had always been the one to initiate their intimate moments. Wen Ranqing hovered for a moment between shyness and desire, torn.

After a short silence, with Chi Yi’s gaze still full of warmth and encouragement, Wen Ranqing hesitated no more. Her soft lips pressed together briefly, and then she leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on Chi Yi’s lower lip—quick, fleeting—before she pulled back and settled quietly into her seat.

The top button of her shirt tugged against the fabric, threatening to pop. She had drawn close for just a second, only to retreat just as fast. One moment a teasing little fox, the next a docile kitten. Even her breathing was soft and quiet.

Chi Yi pulled the handbrake, her eyes never leaving that cool, graceful profile framed by loose strands of hair—pink at first, now deepening into a glowing red. Wen Ranqing bit her lower lip and focused intently on the cat plush in her hands, avoiding Chi Yi’s gaze.

Chi Yi drew in a deep breath. Her eyes darkened slightly with desire. She had been thoroughly undone by this version of Wen Ranqing—God help me, why is my wife this shy?

After a while, she reached out and touched the silver band on Wen Ranqing’s left ring finger.

Wen Ranqing’s hand trembled slightly. She didn’t need Chi Yi to say anything—just that touch brought a wave of flustered anticipation. Her eyes brimmed with shyness and turned red all over again. It was no mystery why—Chi Yi had been whispering “wife” into her ear morning and night, at every chance she got.

With trembling fingers, Wen Ranqing gently pressed them against Chi Yi’s lips. Their eyes met again—Chi Yi’s gaze full of tender hope and playful amusement.

Wen Ranqing lowered her head slightly, trying to calm her racing heart. She fumbled out of her seatbelt, the fitted skirt pulling tightly around her hips. With a movement just a bit more forward than before, she leaned across the console and pressed a deeper kiss to Chi Yi’s lips.

This time—it was different.

Chi Yi let her take the lead, melting into the soft, lingering kiss. The air between them turned pink and effervescent, like sweet champagne bubbles. Chi Yi’s heartbeat surged—wanting to take things further, tempted to explore somewhere new—but she had to remind herself: Today was the day they’d receive their marriage certificate.

With a heavy breath, she managed to steady herself, finally unlocking her phone and preparing to reopen the garage door.

“L-let’s go back first,” Wen Ranqing said at last, her voice soft and uncertain, face and ears burning red. She gathered the folds of her skirt over her long, slender legs, still visibly flustered, her chest rising and falling gently.

The hem of her shirt, tucked into her long dress, was now rumpled; the once-pristine white shirt clung to her waist, creased at the back. Chi Yi, rarely one to blush, found the tips of her own ears reddening. She tied the jacket from the car around Wen Ranqing’s waist and led her back upstairs.

Chi Zhong was in the study reading the morning paper and hadn’t noticed anything downstairs. Chi Yi pinned Wen Ranqing to the bedroom door and kissed her deeply for a while before helping her change clothes, the woman in her arms breathless and melting.

Wen Ranqing sat at the edge of the bed, her face flushed a delicate pink, lips slightly glossy from their kiss. She obediently raised her arms as Chi Yi helped her out of her shirt—but when they reached the innermost layer, she gently pushed Chi Yi’s shoulder and looked up with pleading eyes.

“I’ll do the rest myself…”

“There’s still a long wait at the civil affairs office. Let’s go in the afternoon. We’ll do the check-up first,” Chi Yi said, understanding instantly. She turned around and retrieved the second outfit they had discussed from Wen Ranqing’s clothes—now filling half her wardrobe. It was a white V-neck gown with sharp tailoring and subtle design. Chi Yi still thought Wen Ranqing looked best in this one.

But Wen Ranqing had insisted on wearing the same white shirt as Chi Yi, saying she wanted to match her. She even said she wanted to see Chi Yi in a wedding dress on their big day.

“Xiaoyi…”

Barefoot on the floor, Wen Ranqing stepped forward and hugged her from behind, pressing gently against her. Chi Yi turned, arms instinctively encircling her waist. Wen Ranqing stood on Chi Yi’s feet, leaned in, and kissed her again—this time deeply, almost feverishly.

She clung like a soft little kitten. Chi Yi held her tight with one hand, dressing her with the other, voice gentle beyond belief.
“Are you trying to make me wear a dress with you, right now?”

Wen Ranqing didn’t answer immediately. She watched Chi Yi’s slender fingers neatly buttoning her shirt. Her ears, hidden behind her hair, were already blushing red. After a long pause, she softly whispered just one word:
“Yes.”

She loved seeing Chi Yi in dresses—whether a puffy little Chanel princess dress or a soft floral chiffon one. Chi Yi always looked beautiful in them. But after turning eighteen, aside from formal banquets, Chi Yi had rarely worn skirts again.

Chi Yi’s facial features were sharp and well-defined, her skin like polished jade, her dark, glistening eyes slightly deep-set with a faint trace of mixed heritage. She would look stunning in a French vintage tea dress.

Chi Yi gently pinched Wen Ranqing’s nose between two fingers. Immediately, those peach blossom eyes filled with misty helplessness—she was thoroughly charmed.
“Call me ‘wife,’” Chi Yi coaxed.
“Say it, and I’ll do what you want.”

Wen Ranqing hadn’t expected such a demand. Nestled in Chi Yi’s arms, her hands clutched the hem of her shirt tightly, her red lips parted slightly.

But those two syllables were stuck in her throat, the shame burning through her entire body.

Thirty years of traditional upbringing were carved deep into her bones. Her parents had never addressed each other so affectionately, not even in private. That word—”wife”—was like a sacred, unspoken vow, tucked away in the deepest corners of her heart. Even glancing at it felt like a transgression.

Their relationship was certain now. Chi Yi didn’t expect her to say it all the time—she knew how shy Wen Ranqing was. But she longed to hear her beloved say it just once, and that would be enough. Just once, anytime.

Seeing that soft, flushed face, Chi Yi decided not to mess up her freshly changed clothes. Instead, she leaned close to Wen Ranqing’s sensitive ear, whispering with irresistible warmth,
“I want to hear it.”

Chi Yi had always been the one to help Wen Ranqing take those first steps.

Warm breath tickled her ear. Wen Ranqing wrestled with herself in silence for a long time. Chi Yi had just about given up and decided to wait for another chance—when suddenly, Wen Ranqing’s eyes lifted, glistening pink and uncertain.

She tilted her head slightly… and met the gaze of the woman she loved.

For a moment, she said nothing.

Her soft pink tongue trembled.

“Wife~”

The word was as light as a feather, barely audible—but to Chi Yi, it landed like a drumbeat in her chest.

Her throat worked as she swallowed hard, eyes falling on the flawless dress clinging to Wen Ranqing’s soft curves. She had to resist the overwhelming urge to press her into the mattress. Instead, she gently lifted her by the waist and set her down on the bed.

She kissed the damp lashes framing those deer-like eyes, voice slightly husky, “Mm.”

Then she turned to the wardrobe, rummaging briefly until she found the matching outfit Wen Ranqing had chosen for them.

Chi Yi had never hated wearing dresses. But having studied engineering and grown up with a love of sports—climbing, riding, archery—she naturally gravitated toward more practical attire over time.

Wen Ranqing accepted the dress obediently, smoothing it over her legs, though her cheeks still burned hot.

Starting from the top button, Chi Yi’s elegant hands—wrist adorned with a delicate silver watch—unfastened each one with ease.

She didn’t have that exaggerated, angular shoulder line often seen on fashion models. Years of sports had sculpted her into lean, balanced muscle. She was lithe, toned, and inherently graceful.

She changed without shyness, unbothered in front of Wen Ranqing—though there was still a faint sense of modesty.

But Wen Ranqing couldn’t take it. Her knees weakened, and she stood up, reaching to pull Chi Yi’s shirt closed just as the third button had come undone. Her gaze was wide and damp, laced with panic.
“Next time… wear the wedding dress instead.”

“Let’s go see Dr. An now.”

Chi Yi froze for a moment.

It was a quiet, indirect admission of how deeply Wen Ranqing was affected—how her body responded to Chi Yi, too. She could lose control, just like anyone else.

Chi Yi’s mood instantly lifted. She wrapped her in a tight hug, kissing her until the lipstick was smudged. She helped her reapply makeup before they headed to An Li’s lab at Wen Corporation.

“President Wen, just lie here, please.”

Chi Yi helped Wen Ranqing settle onto the soft blue cushion of the diagnostic table, straightening her skirt and pressing a kiss to her forehead before walking over to An Li.

An Li’s phone, as fate would have it, was still showing push notifications about Chi Yi’s now-famous public proposal. All week, she’d been seeing headlines and clips from different news outlets.

To think—the same woman who once trembled from pain while taking hormone suppressants now lay here being treated like a princess. It was enough to make An Li feel relieved for both of them.

The air was quiet, punctuated only by the soft beeps of medical instruments.

“Everything looks normal.”

Chi Yi’s fingers, clenched tightly by her side, finally relaxed.

From the increasingly intimate contact between them in recent days, she’d been relatively confident that Wen Ranqing was in good health—and that their pheromones remained compatible. Still, hearing it confirmed brought a subtle sense of relief.

Following the checkup, and after some persuasion from Wen Ranqing and An Li, Chi Yi lay down on the parallel bed for her own routine physical.

She stared blankly up at the white ceiling. With her more complex post-differentiation physiology, the light vibrations at her neck and scalp actually had a soothing, sleep-inducing effect.

Through the glass wall of the exam room, Wen Ranqing watched her—Chi Yi’s pale skin almost seemed to glow, her thick lashes slowly closing. Wen Ranqing didn’t look away for even a second.

“How is she?”

“She’s in excellent condition.”

After multiple tests, An Li reviewed the results one by one and began preparing the prescription for their next month’s inhibitors.

“Would she be… suitable for pregnancy?”

Wen Ranqing’s lips pressed into a soft line as she slowly turned her gaze away from Chi Yi.

There had been documented cases of Omega pregnancies occurring even after temporary bonding. Though they hadn’t undergone a permanent mark, Chi Yi had always taken extra precautions, getting contraceptive injections ahead of time.

An Li hadn’t expected her boss to be the one asking the question. She paused briefly, then considered the couple—and truly, nothing about them seemed unlikely anymore.

She answered honestly:
“She’s suitable.”
“You may experience some discomfort during pregnancy, but that’s normal. With attentive care, it’s manageable…”

Was Wen Ranqing still struggling with this decision?

Chi Yi, only half-conscious, still caught every word.

A knot of emotion twisted inside her. She sat up slowly, pressing her fingers to her temples. It hadn’t even been a long rest—but when she looked up, Wen Ranqing was walking toward her, gentle and unhurried.

Her scent enveloped Chi Yi instantly.

Wen Ranqing knew she had overheard. Or rather—she had wanted her to hear it. She knelt beside the bed, her knees brushing against Chi Yi’s, and though she was still blushing, she reached out and held Chi Yi’s shoulders.

Chi Yi looked up at her. Her thoughts were scattered, and both ears rested against the curve of those pale, soft arms. Her face pressed lightly into the warmth of Wen Ranqing’s body, her shoulders being tenderly stroked.

And she realized—this was the first time Wen Ranqing had ever shown such a firm, passionate will in front of her. It was such a rare, delicate kind of strength—carried inside someone so sweet and gentle.

That fair, exquisite face gazed at her steadily. She looked like she was hesitating—but her hand moved to brush the top of Chi Yi’s head. Her eyes were bashful, but overflowing with affection.

“Let’s do it… okay?”

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