The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected - Chapter 62

“Mmm… Yi…”

Chi Yi had just laid the freshly bathed Wen Ranqing on the bed. She had only taken one step into the bathroom to fetch the hairdryer when a soft, kitten-like whimper came from behind her.

She really couldn’t leave her for even a moment.

The bathroom and bedroom were connected. Wen Ranqing was curled up in the soft bed, instinctively uneasy. She burrowed into the bedding filled with the scent of milky pheromones. Though Chi Yi had only been gone for a short while, Ranqing’s eyes were already rimmed red as she looked at the tall, slender figure a few steps away. Her nose stung, and she bit her lip to hold back tears.

The gland at the back of her neck still ached faintly, bearing the lingering sensation of being bitten and permanently marked days ago.

Although she had mentally prepared herself—under Chi Yi’s patient guidance—for what was to come, in that moment, the overwhelming wave of milky-sweet pheromones surged into every nerve and vein, devoid of any of Chi Yi’s tenderness or love.

It was a primal, instinctive submission—an Omega’s natural response to an Alpha. She couldn’t resist it. Her discomfort overwhelmed her entirely.

At that moment, Wen Ranqing was abruptly reminded of the little girl who had curled up trembling beside her on countless rainy summer nights. That rainstorm, once distant, now wrapped around her again—deep, suffocating, and cold.

When she came to her senses, Chi Yi was already calmly letting her bite the back of her neck, leaving a temporary mark as if to claim her Alpha.

Chi Yi’s warmth pulled her out from that abyss of darkness.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry.”

Kneeling gently on the bed, her pink-kneed figure wrapped in the quilt, Wen Ranqing threw herself into Chi Yi’s arms. From head to toe, she exuded a sweet, inviting scent of flowers and milk. Her whole body was soft and delicate, like a fluffy white dumpling.

Chi Yi chuckled softly, a touch of affection in her eyes. Letting Ranqing cling to her waist and sob quietly for a while, she turned on the hairdryer and began to dry her hair, gently stroking her back from time to time while softly murmuring words of comfort.

Only when Wen Ranqing’s breathing had calmed completely did Chi Yi peel the blanket back from her shoulders.

“Good girl, give me your hands.”

Just as An Li had predicted, Wen Ranqing had entered her nesting period. Chi Yi didn’t mind it—it wasn’t a bad thing. The woman’s body was alluring, and her personality had become clingy and childlike. Watching her behave like a shy kitten for a few days wasn’t unpleasant at all.

Still wearing a slightly aggrieved expression, Wen Ranqing obediently lifted her arms above her head. Her graceful waist and hips stretched into perfect curves as she subtly arched toward Chi Yi. A layer of ice-silk nightdress draped over her fair skin, her soft waist arching slightly, outlining a supple, glowing figure.

The silky fabric shimmered, glowing softly in Chi Yi’s gaze—dazzling even more than the white nightdress itself. Chi Yi, her willpower holding firm, secretly sighed in relief. She had just taken a suppressant injection in time. Gripping Ranqing’s waist, she gently guided her back onto the bed.

“Time to sleep.” One hand massaged the soft flesh at her waist while the other reached over to switch off the light.

The bedside clock’s motion sensor light dimmed slowly. It was clear now—it was 2 a.m. Chi Yi’s wrist ached slightly. She flexed it a little before continuing to massage her waist, her thoughts drifting.

After midnight, it would be the fifth day. By tomorrow morning, they might finally have their first breakfast out of bed…

Her eyelids grew heavier. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she felt the soft touch of Ranqing’s lips on her neck. The woman had turned over and pressed close from behind, exposing the gland at the nape of her neck to her once more.

It was almost dawn, yet Chi Yi could still feel her arms and legs neatly wrapped around her, lips brushing gently around that vulnerable patch of skin—but she never bit down again…

By midday the next day, Chi Yi woke up to find only one arm resting on that soft, full figure. She stared at the ceiling for a moment, then carefully withdrew her hand from Wen Ranqing’s embrace.

“Where are you going…”

Wen Ranqing let out a soft murmur and woke up, her eyes still drowsy and her expression slightly dazed. Yet in the very next second, her soft body leaned over and hugged Chi Yi, her cheek and ear brushing against Chi Yi’s neck as she tilted her head up to look at her.

Her peach blossom eyes were still hazy with sleep. Chi Yi, who was resting against the headboard, let out a hoarse voice, speaking honestly: “I’m hungry.”

She still remembered that the last time she said this, Wen Ranqing immediately started crying. Seeing that Ranqing didn’t have much of a reaction this time, her heart relaxed slightly. She kissed her forehead and coaxed her gently.

“How about some mini wontons? My dad made them.”

Wen Ranqing bit her lower lip, a soft blush blooming across her face. After a while, she gently pushed Chi Yi’s hand away, pulled the quilt into her arms, and shook her head slightly. “You go ahead.”

She could feel that the anxiety settled deep in her chest had eased significantly compared to the past few days. And with Chi Yi accompanying her so closely through these absurd, drifting days… once that realization set in, her face began to flush faintly.

The scent of their pheromones still lingered in the air. Familiar shyness returned to Wen Ranqing’s expression. Chi Yi’s eyes, which had held a flicker of worry, softened again. She couldn’t help but reach out and rub the top of her head.

“If washing up feels too troublesome, just wait for me. I’ll be quick.”

Wen Ranqing shifted slightly, as though wanting to argue, but said nothing. Her ears grew warm, and the moment the door closed behind Chi Yi, she buried her face in the pillow, her body burning with heat.

In the following ten days, Wen Group remained taut like a bowstring in Ranqing’s absence. The moment they took on several major projects, the board began applying pressure. Chi Yi, feeling distressed, refused their demands. It wasn’t until half a month later that she finally allowed Ranqing to return.

The design department, however, operated with more flexibility. They settled on handling all matters and getting married at the start of next month. Chi Yi juggled both work and wedding planning.

Though their relationship was now public, Wen Group was not entirely governed by Wen Ranqing alone. Aside from meetings, the two barely had any time together at the company.

Once, An Li had come to Chi Yi for a minor issue. Upon her return, Wen Ranqing inquired about her wife’s well-being and looked visibly worried.

Midday break.

Chi Yi, drained, had fallen asleep face-down on her office desk. She didn’t even hear the knock on her door.

Only when a warm hand gently caressed her face, and a pleasant scent of perfume entered her senses, did she slowly open her eyes. Still half-asleep, she looked up in a daze. Without thinking, she turned slightly in her chair and wrapped an arm around the familiar waist.

Softly, she whispered, “Wife…”

Even though there was no one outside, and this was Chi Yi’s private office, Wen Ranqing’s ears still flushed. She gently pinched Chi Yi’s ear, resigning herself to her fate, letting the younger woman rub her face against her abdomen like a large, affectionate animal—ticklish and sweet.

She could clearly see two notebooks on Chi Yi’s desk. One was clearly a honeymoon travel guide. The other, placed beneath it, revealed only a few faint lines of text.

Wen Ranqing had a good guess what it was—Chi Yi had recently asked An Li several questions about pregnancy and… about her insomnia.

Her first reaction was heartache. No matter how much Chi Yi made her feel strong, healthy, and full of energy, an Alpha still couldn’t carry the burden of everything at once. Then came the wave of warmth and gratitude.

She could imagine just how much her young lover worried about her physical and emotional well-being. Since the day she gave her promise, she had never once gone against her. Even when discussing serious matters, Chi Yi always smiled and dreamed with her.

“Why did you come here?” Chi Yi finally lifted her face from Ranqing’s soft abdomen, glanced at the scattered items on the desk, and casually closed both notebooks—her right hand never letting go of Ranqing’s.

“Want to eat lunch together?”

Sunlight poured through the window, casting a soft glow around her youthful, beautiful face. It was like a halo, gentle and dazzling. Wen Ranqing, for once, didn’t answer her question.

She was only looking at the faint shadows under Chi Yi’s eyes.

The hand holding hers didn’t move. Instead, she reached up and adjusted Chi Yi’s collar, asking softly, “Are you tired?”

Wearing heels today, Wen Ranqing stood nearly eye-level with her. Her slender, graceful figure leaned close, and the emotion in her eyes was unmistakable.

Chi Yi wasn’t someone who liked to dodge questions, nor had she planned to hide anything. She just didn’t think some things needed to be spoken aloud. She paused briefly, then gently squeezed Wen Ranqing’s soft hand and smiled to reassure her.

“I’m not tired.”

“I just want to share the burden with you.”

It wasn’t a heavy topic. A promise was a promise. Chi Yi believed the best way to keep it was to prepare early—so that no matter what unexpected situation might arise in the future, she’d always know what to do.

The computer screen flickered slightly, and the WeChat chat window refreshed—revealing Chi Yi’s conversation with Chi Zhong.

Chi Zhong had been helping to track down the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor who once treated Wen Ranqing’s insomnia. The doctor used to work at the city’s TCM hospital. Word was, though he had retired, he occasionally still saw patients.

Chi Yi suddenly panicked. She turned to close the screen, but before she could move, her hand was gently taken.

The grip wasn’t strong, but Chi Yi stayed still obediently.

“Yi… were you worried about my insomnia?” Wen Ranqing’s eyes reddened slightly as she looked directly at Chi Yi, her hand tightening around hers.

It was the one thing she had never clearly explained to Chi Yi. It began with her—and she had never wanted to burden her with it. If Chi Yi had been quietly worrying about this all along, she would feel nothing but guilt.

After a pause, Chi Yi gave a quiet “Mm.”

Considering Wen Ranqing’s condition, most physical and environmental causes had been ruled out—what remained was psychological. Chi Yi had avoided asking too much, fearing it might trigger the symptoms again.

The two stood in silence for a moment. Then Wen Ranqing turned and led her by the hand to her own office.

In front of an inconspicuous door to the resting room, she didn’t hesitate. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pushed it open.

The room was small—cramped, even. The first thing that came into view was a narrow single bed, and on the nightstand beside it, a small photo encased in protective plastic.

Chi Yi froze the moment she entered. Her intuition told her this place had something to do with her.

Aside from basic necessities for sleep, there were no other personal items in the space. The only object carrying strong emotional weight was that photograph.

She reached for it.

The moment she realized what it was, a single tear rolled down her cheek before she could stop it.

This… was probably all of Wen Ranqing’s past.

In the last four years, she’d come home late and left early—or didn’t return at all. Most of her time had been spent here. The walls were bare, and in the corner stood a small wine cabinet—now emptied, just as Chi Yi had once asked her to.

A sharp ache pierced her nose. Chi Yi’s nails dug into her palm—only to be replaced a moment later by a warm, soft hand.

“Yi…” Wen Ranqing’s fingers laced tightly with hers. She leaned in and kissed the tears from her cheeks, her eyelashes fluttering with helplessness.

This part of her past was dark, hidden, something she’d never wanted to bring into the light—especially not in front of Chi Yi. She knew it would hurt her. It hurt her, too…

But she had no choice. Wen Ranqing now understood that lovers had to be honest—that hiding things only caused more harm. And this, however shameful she believed it to be, was the most direct way she could lay her past bare before Chi Yi.

She leaned into her, body soft and yielding—but her kiss was desperate.

There was no longer any doubt in Chi Yi’s mind about what Wen Ranqing was thinking. Her emotions surged violently; her heart ached—but she still held her ground, steady and calm.

She gently wiped away the tears running down Ranqing’s cheeks.

“I missed you so much, Yi…” Wen Ranqing said slowly, clearly, sobbing softly and still lifting her eyes to search Chi Yi’s face, even through her blurred vision—afraid of missing the tiniest shift in her expression.

“That’s why… that’s why I couldn’t sleep…”

“But after gege gave me the medicine… and once I was with you—I haven’t had trouble sleeping since…”

Behind them, the wall was cold as ice. But the woman in her arms burned hot—like she might melt. What else could Chi Yi say?

After all the heartbreak, what remained was only love and gratitude.

She had lost count of how many times she’d felt thankful for meeting Wen Ranqing again—for not having “escaped” her fate. Now, that emotion had reached its peak.

“I know,” Chi Yi whispered, holding her tightly by the waist. She kissed her lips tenderly, then wiped the smeared lipstick from the corner of her mouth with her thumb. “I know everything now.”

So don’t worry anymore.

Don’t feel guilty for the love you carry.

If anyone should say “thank you,” it’s me.

If Wen Ranqing still couldn’t sleep without her—even now—then being her caged songbird once more wouldn’t be so bad.

Just seconds ago, she’d thought the idea absurd. But the moment she saw the tears glimmering in that familiar, fragile expression—the same face she’d loved for over a decade—Chi Yi gave in to the unreasonable thought without hesitation.

“Next time you miss me,” she said softly, “tell me to my face.”

“I’ll always be here.”

Support The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected