The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected - Chapter 63 (END OF MAINSTORY) Love Me

Chi Yi took Wen Ranqing on a journey across many places—some they had long planned for, others they decided on a whim.

They held their wedding in a seaside chapel in the last country on their itinerary. Their closest friends and family arrived as promised.

Wen Ranqing finally got her wish: seeing her girl, dressed in a wedding gown, walk toward her at the end of the red carpet. She took her hand, eyes shining, and softly said, “I do.” She kissed her first on the forehead, then on the corner of her lips—with reverence, warmth, and fire.

There were no swarms of reporters, no crowd of political or business elites. The chapel stood on a quiet, secluded stretch of coast, its interior bright and sacred—symbolizing loyalty, permanence, and reverence for life.

But their trip abroad had to be cut short due to the arrival of another piece of wonderful news.

Three days after the wedding, on their last day before returning home, the group gathered for a casual barbecue on the beach outside the seaside villa.

“Lie down like this. No moving,” Chi Yi ordered firmly.

She wore a short-cut surf suit, her long, slender limbs exposed to the sea breeze. Her skin, normally pale, had taken on a subtle golden glow.

Chi Yi had the kind of figure many women admired—toned and lean with not a trace of extra flesh. Her curves were smooth and graceful, and the lines of her abs peeked out from beneath the dark fabric—strong, confident beauty radiated from her.

She gently flipped over the woman who had been about to roll onto her stomach. Wen Ranqing, clinging to her arm like a spoiled kitten, pouted, “An Li said it’s not a big deal right now~”

Her outfit didn’t match the youthful beach vibe. Wen Ranqing wore a long, light-gray chiffon dress not suited for movement. The flowing fabric did nothing to conceal her curvy figure. Her soft, fair body rubbed against Chi Yi’s side with playful sways, teasing her without restraint.

Not far away, smoke rose from the grill as Chi Zhong and Song’s father chatted. Wen Yiyuan, Tan Jin, and An Li, all quiet types, barbecued without awkwardness. Song Yan had taken Wen Junze for a swim in the sea.

Seeing the faint red rise on Chi Yi’s ears and cheeks, her breath growing longer and heavier, Wen Ranqing looked delighted. It wasn’t often she got to see Chi Yi flustered and helpless like this after their wedding.

Sometimes, being the playful kitten who turned into the big sister was its own kind of novelty.

Chi Yi cleared her throat and knelt in the soft sand. She gently pulled Ranqing’s upper body into her arms, applying sunscreen to her neck and shoulders. The sensation of her soft, supple skin made it hard not to just hold her tight and kiss her senseless.

She restrained herself. “Still, you can’t lie on your stomach.”

Even the sunscreen was a special pregnancy-safe formula. They’d set up a separate umbrella to keep her out of the smoke. Chi Yi wouldn’t dare make any careless moves now. She carefully rubbed in the lotion and pulled a thin sun-protective shawl over her shoulders.

“Chi Yi! You’re moving so slow!” Song Yan shouted from the edge of the beach, holding a surfboard.

They were supposed to be throwing one last wild party before the “soon-to-be-mom” phase fully settled in. Halfway there, and her wife was still glued to her side like it had only been a day? A whole month and still not tired of each other?

Chi Yi, unfazed, gave Wen Ranqing a soft kiss on the forehead. Her tone and expression couldn’t have been gentler. “I’m going.”

Wen Ranqing instinctively tilted her chin to receive the kiss—half-expecting, as usual, for it to deepen into a tongue kiss. But seeing Chi Yi’s back already turned, she shrank back a little and nodded obediently, cheeks burning red.

“Tch. Take this.” Song Yan tossed the board, unable to keep watching.

Before their trip, Chi Yi had spent an entire night explaining everything from her past. Now, Song Yan just found it hard to adjust to seeing her lifelong friend transformed into this large, overly attached creature who couldn’t leave her wife’s side.

Chi Yi took the board without argument and followed Wen Junze, who was holding the towline behind a jet ski, leaving Song Yan chasing after them. Laughter echoed over the waves as the group played on the water.

It was nearly five in the afternoon. The sun here set late, and the horizon was still bathed in orange and crimson light.

Though Wen Ranqing had rarely lifted a finger in the kitchen, she wasn’t just a guest here.

With personal bias, she took a few pictures of Chi Yi surfing behind the jet ski—completely engrossed, her eyes full of affection—before walking over to help with dinner preparations.

But both her brother and her personal doctor refused her assistance outright. Even the quiet Tan Jin shook his head and took the skewer from her hand.

She was naturally steered toward the table where the older folks sat.

Chi Zhong and Song’s father chatted about old times. Wen Ranqing chimed in here and there, but her gaze remained—utterly, completely—fixed on the free-spirited girl dancing across the waves.

Just as Chi Yi executed a leap followed by a spin, she landed—and fell into the deep blue sea.

Wen Ranqing’s breath stopped.

Her face paled noticeably, her body frozen in place as she forgot what she was supposed to do.

Beneath her calm exterior, it felt like a giant invisible hand had suddenly clenched around her heart, making it impossible to breathe.

“This kid, honestly…” Chi Zhong shook his head helplessly. “Already has a family now—still so reckless.”

Two seconds later, Chi Yi broke the surface, flinging water from her face as she ran her fingers through her wet hair and pushed it back behind her ears. Her expression was one of pure exhilaration—the high that came after an adrenaline rush.

After spending so long by Wen Ranqing’s side, it wasn’t that Chi Yi didn’t enjoy quiet, peaceful moments. But sometimes, letting loose was its own kind of joy.

Her first instinct was to look for Wen Ranqing.

And the instant their eyes met, Wen Ranqing realized she had shed a tear. Only now did she hear the sound of her own breath again.

A short while later, Chi Yi strode over, wrapped in a bath towel, water still dripping down her limbs. The heat of the sun lingered on her skin, mingling with her unique scent as she drew near.

Their parents, now well-acquainted from these few days together, exchanged brief glances but said nothing. Chi Yi walked straight toward Wen Ranqing.

“Why’d you move over here?” she asked gently, taking Wen Ranqing’s hand, which had been clutching the edge of her towel. She didn’t squeeze—just held it softly.

After being in the seawater, her fair skin looked even more radiant, youthful and glowing. Droplets traced along the toned lines of her body beneath the swimsuit. Her eyes and brows were sharp with energy and beauty.

Wen Ranqing sat up slightly, only now returning to herself as her hand was enclosed in Chi Yi’s warm, damp grip. She sniffled quietly.

“I came over to help… but they wouldn’t let me,” she murmured, tugging on Chi Yi’s hand, her voice soft. A trace of panic still lingered in her heart, mixed with leftover fear.

Chi Zhong and Mr. Song sat just a chair away on the beach, not intervening—chatting casually while keeping an eye on the young couple who had been through so much, and who now looked so perfect together.

Wen Ranqing hadn’t used much strength, but Chi Yi still leaned down naturally. She didn’t think her earlier actions were alarming at all.

Hearing the slight pout in her tone, Chi Yi soothed her like she was comforting a baby. “You really can’t do these things right now. Be good.”

“Are you thirsty? Want some juice or warm water?”

Thinking back, it was true—before being with her, Chi Yi had loved extreme sports.

Wen Ranqing pressed her lips together. As her gaze returned to her young lover’s fiery eyes, her face and ears flushed. The anxiety from before was momentarily replaced by bashful embarrassment.

Their parents were right there. Why was Chi Yi still treating her like a child?

A faint blush crept over her cheeks. Wen Ranqing kept quiet, lips gently curved, but her grip on Chi Yi’s hand wavered slightly—eyes silently seeking help, unsure and flustered.

When Chi Yi was by her side, Wen Ranqing no longer seemed like the fearsome young heiress who could stir up storms in the business world with a wave of her hand. All her emotions were pulled along by Chi Yi—her world, entirely filled by her.

Chi Yi didn’t mind. In fact, she enjoyed the feeling of being loved this deeply. She couldn’t bring herself to tease Wen Ranqing too much in front of their parents, so she handed over the towel and crouched down like a big, eager dog looking to be petted.

From behind them came a voice:
“Dinner’s ready!”

Wen Ranqing cupped the back of Chi Yi’s head with both hands, her four fingers gently brushing back the damp hair from her forehead, dabbing away the water. Her gaze carefully traced every line of Chi Yi’s bright and handsome features. Her fingers absentmindedly pinched Chi Yi’s ear as she gazed at her, slightly dazed.

The sea breeze lifted Chi Yi’s soft hair. She looked up and caught the adorable look on Wen Ranqing’s face as she spaced out. From the corner of her eye, she noticed both parents had already risen and were heading toward the dining table. Then she finally spoke.

A single, feather-light word—“baby”—instantly lit Wen Ranqing’s face on fire. She wasn’t sure if Chi Yi’s father had heard it, but she didn’t dare look back to check.

She simply pressed her lips together and gently covered Chi Yi’s with her small hand, silently telling her: Enough.

But even this small attempt to restrain her was easily undone when Chi Yi pressed a kiss to her palm. Just then, someone called out to remind them that dinner was ready. Chi Yi didn’t tease her any further, slipping her arm around her waist and helping her to her feet, taking her hand in hers.

“Dad’s already gone over. Let’s eat too.”

Even if Chi Yi didn’t say it aloud, anyone could see how much she cherished Wen Ranqing. She hadn’t even had time to browse the grilled food when An Li had already handed her a plate of clam pasta. On their side of the table, the beer had also been swapped out for fresh fruit juice.

“Thanks,” Chi Yi said as she accepted the plate.

At the long dinner table: one married couple, one dating couple, and two parents deep in endless conversation. When business topics came up, Wen Junze would chime in. An Li and Wen Yiyuan, who had majored in psychology, occasionally joined the discussion too.

Only after realizing that no one was paying special attention to them did Wen Ranqing allow herself to relax. She quietly accepted the bread Chi Yi had torn for her, taking small bites of the foods she was allowed to eat.

Maybe it was the fact that she wasn’t supposed to eat it that made her crave it more. She wasn’t normally that into grilled meat, but when she saw Chi Yi swallow her third skewer, the subtle motion of her throat, Wen Ranqing unconsciously parted her lips.

It had only been two weeks. There was still a long road of dietary restrictions ahead.

After a brief hesitation, Chi Yi quickly picked up on her longing. Without a word, she tore off a small piece of meat and held it to her lips.

“Ahhh—” she prompted gently.

The setting sun burned red in the distance. Wen Ranqing’s ears were just as red. She opened her mouth slowly, the piece slipping past her lips unnoticed by others. Just as the silver fork was being withdrawn, Song Yan, sitting across from them, raised her glass toward her.

“President Wen,” she said, “I didn’t handle things well before. I owe you an apology.”

Song Yan had always been straightforward. Once things were cleared up, she could admit when she was wrong. No matter how you looked at it now, Wen Ranqing and Chi Yi were clearly made for each other—no room left for anyone else to question it.

She downed her drink in one go. “I wish you and Chi Yi a lifetime of happiness and love.”

Chi Yi didn’t say much, but she raised her glass in response. She caught sight of her proper, serious Beta friend, An Li, quietly serving her food where Song Yan couldn’t see—making her smile with genuine amusement.

Wen Ranqing had been flustered about almost being caught earlier, but hearing Song Yan speak so sincerely eased her embarrassment. Just as she reached for her juice, Chi Yi stopped her. Her little lion gave Song Yan a blank-faced throat-slitting gesture—even juice has too much sugar; not good during pregnancy.

Seeing Song Yan indulge Chi Yi’s overprotectiveness, Wen Ranqing relaxed and responded softly, “Miss Song, I had my faults too. I don’t blame you for misunderstanding.”

“I’m just lucky to have Yi. And thank you for the blessing.”

As she spoke—each word gentle and slow—Chi Yi stared at her profile with rapt attention, deeply enamored. She also thanked her friend for the well-wishes.

They would last forever.

Everyone was relaxed and cheerful during the meal. After they returned to China, their lives would return to their proper paths—but for now, they let themselves linger a little longer in this happiness.

Chi Yi’s cheeks were flushed with wine, and though she told Wen Ranqing to go rest first, the woman refused. She clung to her in a half-embrace. Not wanting to embarrass her, Chi Yi didn’t resist—one hand gently rubbing her waist whenever free, worried she might be uncomfortable from sitting too long.

It wasn’t until nearly 9 p.m. that they began clearing the table and heading back to their rooms. Wen Ranqing was called over by Chi Zhong, who had left separately. Chi Yi used the moment to chat briefly with Wen Yiyuan.

Wen Yiyuan, the eldest of the Wen siblings, was also an Omega. He’d always carried guilt over the harsh upbringing Wen Ranqing endured—feeling it was a consequence of his own identity. Though she had reassured him again and again that she didn’t blame him, he had never fully forgiven himself.

So, when he learned about her psychological struggles, he dropped everything and returned to help her. No one else knew this. Not even Chi Yi—until that day.

She took the opportunity to ask more about Wen Ranqing’s health.

“Ranqing?”

Chi Zhong’s voice brought her back from where her gaze had lingered on Chi Yi. His expression was kind, full of affection for the two girls.

Wen Ranqing tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and softly called, “Dad.”

It wasn’t hard to start calling him that. Chi Zhong had always treated both her and Chi Yi well. After just a few days, the title came naturally.

Not wanting to take up too much of their time, Chi Zhong said gently, “I know Chi Yi well.”

“She truly wants to take care of you. Let her. I have no objections at all.”

His eyes were filled with warmth. He could see the slight discomfort and shyness Wen Ranqing still carried in front of them—but at the end of the day, it was their life together, not anyone else’s. He’d said it before: Wen Ranqing mattered even more to him than Chi Yi. And he had meant it.

Wen Ranqing blinked in surprise. Her face warmed again, but her heart felt soothed.

“I understand. Thank you, Dad.”

She watched Chi Zhong return to the villa. When she turned around, Chi Yi, bathed in moonlight by the sea, was already looking back at her.

Everyone else was either asleep or tipsy. The beach was now theirs alone.

The nighttime sea breeze was cooler than in the day. Chi Yi draped Wen Ranqing’s jacket over her shoulders and led her along the coastline in silence.

After such indulgent joy, quietness always brought a hint of emptiness—but not for Chi Yi. Her heart felt full.

Waves occasionally washed over their feet, leaving behind a faint chill.

Chi Yi found a smooth rock and folded her long sleeves to make a cushion. She gently lifted Wen Ranqing into her lap and set her down.

The girl’s face still carried the rosy flush of wine—so delicate, so lovely, it made her heart stir. Wen Ranqing cradled her face and finally stole the kiss they’d left unfinished during the day. Their breath hitched. Then she leaned into Chi Yi’s arms.

“Did you ask?” she murmured.

About her condition—her past, her present, and what might lie ahead.

Chi Yi nodded, gently smoothing her long hair, steadying her own breath, her throat still dry. “I did.”

In short, her condition was stable. As long as she didn’t suffer any major psychological trauma, she’d be fine.

Chi Yi’s hand caressed her back, then gently held her shoulders and drew her away just enough to look into her red-rimmed, peach blossom eyes.

Without warning, she whispered, “I’m sorry.”

It wasn’t until she saw Wen Ranqing dazed by the ocean earlier that she truly understood the meaning behind her teary eyes that day. She hadn’t thought it through—she wanted to give Wen Ranqing peace of mind, not worry.

The sincerity and gentleness in those three words made Wen Ranqing’s heart ache. She parted her lips but couldn’t speak.

She didn’t want her worries to become a burden for Chi Yi—especially not after seeing how vibrant and joyful she could be.

Her long lashes trembled slightly. She felt guilty that Chi Yi had to become so sensitive, all because of her—but she didn’t know how to fix it.

She had so little experience. So much of what she’d learned about love and relationships had come after dating… even after marriage.

For a moment, she felt lost. Flustered. But her eyes sought out Chi Yi with quiet dependence.

And Chi Yi always knew how to respond. She brought her calm, comfort, and a sense of safety greater than anything else.

Chi Yi could read her moods and soothe them all.

Though they weren’t pressed close, Chi Yi’s hand continued to knead the soft flesh at her waist, loosening the tension. She kissed the corner of her eye, then gently moved to her sensitive ear.

“It was my fault,” she whispered. “So now baby gets a wish.”

“Anything you want.”

Love is about mutual giving. Chi Yi cherished her like a treasure—how could that ever feel like a burden?

Wen Ranqing hesitated. Her eyes and the tip of her nose were both red. Even after all this time, being called baby still made her shy. She pouted, voice soft and low: “Don’t…”

Her gentle, kitten-like tone had no sharpness—Chi Yi adored it. She only smiled, her fingers resting lightly on Wen Ranqing’s lower abdomen, voice husky: “That one doesn’t count. Pick another.”

It was obvious—she was still holding onto that wish for forever.

She wanted Wen Ranqing to want it just as much as she did.

Her fingers, warm and loving, touched skin with the utmost care.

Wen Ranqing lowered her gaze and saw the familiar, beautiful face of the girl who had always worried for her, cared for her, watched over her. In all that gentleness, she couldn’t help but grow greedy.

The sea breeze blew softly.

She wound her fingers around a lock of Chi Yi’s hair, her eyes misting over.

She didn’t want anything else. She was already drowning in the sweetness Chi Yi gave her. If she could ask for one more thing, just a little more—

“Love me,” she whispered.
“Just love me and our baby.”

Chi Yi froze.

Her eyes welled up with tears, her heart thudding faster, heavier.

She bent down, lips trembling, and placed a kiss over her lower belly through the fabric—gentle, fleeting.

It carried no desire—only the deepest love she had ever known in her twenty-something years.

Chi Yi held Wen Ranqing close.

“…As you wish.”

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