The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected - Chapter 65 Extra 2 (Chi Mian )

July.

In preparation for Chi Mian’s arrival, the couple chose a new home near one of the city’s top school districts, ensuring excellent amenities and educational access.

They began designing and renovating the space as soon as they returned to China. Wen Ranqing personally selected every detail—from the style of vases on display to the equipment and furnishings for the game room shared by Chi Yi and their child.

As her pregnancy advanced and she became less mobile, Chi Yi took over supervising the renovation.

There were still three weeks left before the due date. In just a few days, they’d be heading to the hospital for labor.

Today was originally scheduled for the post-ventilation deep cleaning and furniture move-in. Wen Ranqing had acted spoiled all morning, coaxing Chi Yi to promise she’d wake her up via video call to watch. But when Chi Yi saw how peacefully she was finally sleeping, she couldn’t bring herself to disturb her.

At 7 a.m., Chi Yi left the house quietly and drove to pick up her father, Chi Zhong, to accompany her for site supervision. By 9 a.m., she was already back. Following their three-meal-two-snack dietary plan, she had prepared beef broth for lunch before leaving, and breakfast was simple: blanched okra, scrambled eggs with kale, and boiled corn.

She also brought back some low-fat, low-sugar pastries from the Chi family estate, a gift from one of Chi Zhong’s old friends—something her father never stopped praising.

After spending some time in the kitchen, Chi Yi placed the warm breakfast into the steamer and returned to the bedroom, softly stepping inside in her pajamas.

Though Wen Ranqing had become more prone to sleepiness, she was used to having breakfast before napping again—usually coaxed into it by Chi Yi’s soft voice. No matter what, Chi Yi always stayed beside her.

She opened her eyes slowly, golden morning light slipping through the edges of the thick blackout curtains. It was clearly going to be a bright and beautiful day.

A few seconds later, she blinked and came fully awake. Pulling Chi Yi’s arm into her embrace, she pouted playfully, “You lied to me…”

Her body was soft and warm all over, her features still as gentle and lovely as ever. Chi Yi would’ve woken her soon anyway—not because she worried about Chi Mian being hungry, but because she didn’t want Wen Ranqing to lack nutrition.

Chi Yi set down her tablet and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead, voice low and exceptionally tender.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured with a smile. “I recorded a video for you. Dad’s still there—you can watch it anytime.”

Even with all her experience caring for a pregnant partner, Chi Yi had learned that emotions could shift easily. When she made mistakes, she admitted them honestly and always had a thoughtful, concrete way to make up for it.

Her explanation was solid—practical, reasonable, caring.

Wen Ranqing pursed her soft lips in mock indignation, her big, watery eyes glaring at her overly attentive wife. In the end, she bit Chi Yi’s hand to vent her frustration—just hard enough to show she was annoyed.

After a bit more time in bed, Wen Ranqing finally got up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up, while Chi Yi went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

Light movement and leg exercise were encouraged, but Chi Yi never let her be alone for long. She was back upstairs quickly.

Wen Ranqing ate slowly and calmly, trying a little of everything. As usual, Chi Yi finished whatever she couldn’t eat.

After breakfast.

Chi Yi had just laid back down when Wen Ranqing snuggled up, soft and syrupy, wrapping her arms around her waist and resting her cheek against Chi Yi’s side. During the second trimester, most of their household tasks had shifted to Chi Yi. Wen Ranqing would light the fire—figuratively—and Chi Yi would follow through.

Her fingers slipped beneath the fabric and touched Chi Yi’s firm abdominal muscles, almost out of habit. She gave a few gentle strokes, then continued in her soft Suzhou dialect: “Are you tired?”

She had her moods—no denying that. But once those passed, all that was left was guilt and tenderness. Pregnancy was exhausting, yes—but Chi Yi had done everything: cooking, massages, coaxing her to sleep, then coaxing her awake. She hadn’t missed a single detail.

Chi Yi shook her head. “Not tired.”

Truthfully, she had never experienced what her own mother once described—the supposed hardship and suffering Omega pregnancies could bring.

Back then, Wen Ting had been in the rising phase of his career. The sincerity of his care was never in doubt—he hired the best nutritionists, booked the most expensive postpartum care centers—but what was missing was the subtle attention, the daily presence.

With Chi Yi, from the very beginning of her pregnancy, Wen Ranqing had never lacked those things.

She leaned over and gave her a light kiss before stretching out her arms. Chi Yi, understanding, slowly lifted her up into her embrace and held the tablet in front of her to play the latest video of their new home.

Every little detail Wen Ranqing had personally designed had been filmed. She watched, completely absorbed. It wasn’t until the video ended that her eyes met a gaze filled with such tenderness it almost spilled over.

Their love had been passionate when they were dating, but even now—married and expecting—it still brimmed with infatuation and warmth.

Having seen that look many times before, Wen Ranqing couldn’t resist it today. Her ears turned red as she gently covered Chi Yi’s eyes.

“Don’t look…”

She hadn’t been outside much, save for the occasional walk. She hadn’t worn makeup in ages, her hair long overdue for treatment. Surely she didn’t look good right now. And Chi Yi looking at her so seriously—she might remember her at her worst…

Chi Yi had never been anything but gentle. The only times she’d seen Wen Ranqing cry were the rare moments when she was overwhelmed, murmuring Chi Yi’s name. She quickly understood Wen Ranqing’s tiny, almost pitiful appearance-related anxieties and hormonal sensitivity. She said nothing—just put down the tablet and wrapped her arms around her.

Wen Ranqing whispered, her voice soft and uncertain, “…I’m not pretty.”

“You’re beautiful.”

A few seconds passed.

Chi Yi couldn’t help it. She gently pulled her hand away from her face, warm fingers pressing against her soft wrist.

“You’re beautiful,” she repeated, firmly.

Chi Yi had endless patience. Whatever doubts Wen Ranqing had, she took them away, simply and sincerely expressing her feelings. Wen Ranqing melted under this kind of love every time.

After all, no one was still dainty and graceful after nearly nine months of pregnancy. But to Chi Yi, as long as Wen Ranqing was healthy, she was always beautiful. Besides, she had only put on a little weight—and it only added a richer, more mature allure.

Chi Yi wasn’t someone bound by outdated standards. A kind, devoted, affectionate wife whose eyes held only her, who would offer up whatever she had even without asking—how could anyone not want to spoil her?

Wen Ranqing was sensitive and easily stirred, so Chi Yi didn’t kiss her too deeply. She gently pulled the blanket over her and patted her lower back to soothe her to sleep.

Slowly, Wen Ranqing’s peach blossom eyes filled with a gentle joy. She always calmed quickly—her moods coming and going like passing clouds.

“You’re so good to me, Yi…” she murmured, wrapped in that sweet, comforting scent, the fatigue of pregnancy sweeping in all at once. Her heart felt softer than the bedding beneath her. With her eyes closed and arms wrapped around Chi Yi, she whispered drowsily.

The contractions came suddenly.

After being admitted to the hospital, not only Chi Yi but even Chi Zhong noticed how nervous their daughter-in-law was.

In the top-floor private suite of the Wen family’s own hospital, Wen Ranqing lay with a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her eyes were closed, brows knit tightly. Her stunning features had gone pale, lips parted slightly as she endured the pain.

Chi Yi had one hand under the sheets, letting Wen Ranqing squeeze hers as tightly as she needed. Her delicate fingers were white at the knuckles, as if clutched around Chi Yi’s very heart. Chi Yi herself could barely breathe.

Wen Ranqing’s constitution had never been especially strong. Even so, these symptoms were already considered “mild” compared to many labor experiences. Yet Chi Yi still felt helpless—unable to do anything, only watch and ache.

Each time the pain passed, she silently wiped the sweat from her face, massaged her limbs, fed her water, or tried to distract her. Chi Yi’s gaze lingered on her belly, unable to stop herself from silently cursing: How can something so small cause this much trouble?

Wen Ranqing, despite her exhaustion, caught the look and murmured in protest: “Don’t glare at the baby~”

Her voice was soft, airy, lacking strength. Chi Yi quickly looked away and continued peeling an apple in silence.

The slanting sunlight lit up her clear, striking features—composed, elegant, but now caught in a petty grudge against the child they hadn’t yet met. Even with the discomfort of labor, Wen Ranqing couldn’t help but find some humor in it.

She reached over and tapped Chi Yi’s knee. “You better be good to the baby.”

Even if it were just for Wen Ranqing’s sake, Chi Yi could never be cold to Chi Mian—let alone when it was their child together. She just felt the baby had been a little too rambunctious these past weeks—kicking and tumbling nonstop.

Looking at the woman before her—pale, yet still smiling to comfort her—Chi Yi let out a quiet sigh. “I will.”

Sometimes, Wen Ranqing’s gentle spirit came with so many small insecurities. She wanted to be the right kind of partner, the right kind of mother. But in moments like these, Chi Yi couldn’t deny it—the age gap between them, and the life experience that came with it, gave her the calm and strength to hold them both steady.

When the operating room light flicked on, Chi Yi’s tension reached its peak.

Her face was blank, but her right hand gripped Wen Ranqing’s wedding ring tightly. The longer she stood, the colder her limbs became. All she could do was watch the time tick by on the indicator above the door.

Almost an hour passed—each second counted with bated breath. Chi Zhong walked over and gently patted her on the shoulder.

“Come sit for a bit.”

Chi Yi’s own mother had passed away not long after giving birth to her due to a weak constitution. That same pain flickered in Chi Zhong’s eyes. Chi Yi turned away slightly. She had held it together all this time—but in that moment, her eyes turned red.

“Dad…”

She was terrified.

More afraid than she had ever been in her life.

From the moment Wen Ranqing gave her that final glance before going into the operating room, Chi Yi’s hands hadn’t stopped trembling.

She had always been carefree as a child, and later—composed and in control. Even Chi Zhong had never seen his daughter this close to emotional collapse. He gently held her arm and led her to sit, speaking softly about his own past and his late wife.

Chi Yi rarely heard such things. But she couldn’t focus. A faint, persistent ringing buzzed in her ears.

That hour and a half had never felt longer.

When she heard the sharp, loud cry of the baby, Chi Yi froze.

Moments later, the doctor came over. “The surgery went very smoothly. The newborn is being taken to the nursery for initial exams…”

The baby and Wen Ranqing were wheeled out almost simultaneously. But Chi Yi’s gaze locked only on the exhausted woman’s face. Wen Ranqing managed a faint smile.

Chi Yi didn’t register a word the doctor said after that.

Chi Zhong breathed a visible sigh of relief. Smiling, he watched his daughter, who couldn’t wait even a moment before following the hospital bed. He turned away, fully understanding the assignment—he’d handle the baby.

Although the birth was conscious, Wen Ranqing’s face was even paler than in the previous days. For an Omega, the delivery process had been grueling—she looked like a rose soaked in dew, fragile and trembling under its weight.

Back in the hospital room, thirty minutes later.

Her body wasn’t exactly calm, but compared to the intense abdominal pain from earlier, this was manageable. She turned her cheek toward Chi Yi’s hand as she wiped her clean, brushing her face against it.

“Stop crying,” Wen Ranqing rasped.

Though she had been given a mild anesthetic, the pain was still immense. Wen Ranqing was not someone who could easily ignore pain, and no amount of willpower could erase the raw, physical suffering. She had cried on and off since the procedure began, her nose and eyes a soft red.

Chi Yi had held her through every tear, every breath—until now, when Wen Ranqing was finally starting to recover, but Chi Yi was still trapped in the fear of what if.

Her hand still trembled slightly as she held the towel. Chi Yi rarely showed sadness, and she almost never cried. Even now, her tears were silent. But as soon as Wen Ranqing spoke, they fell again, soaking the bedsheet.

“…Mm.” Chi Yi tilted her head up, roughly wiped her face, then gently laid the towel over Wen Ranqing’s eyes. “Are you tired? Don’t talk. Rest.”

The towel was warm, comforting. Wen Ranqing couldn’t see her face, but she could hear the roughness in her voice. Before Chi Yi could pull away, she lightly hooked her finger into Chi Yi’s collar.

She had no strength, but Chi Yi leaned in willingly and kissed her.

The towel slipped from the bed. The kiss lasted longer than Chi Yi expected.

She wanted to pull away, but the softest touch held her still. All the desire buried for months resurfaced in a rush, stirred easily by Wen Ranqing—but Chi Yi held back, thinking of her still-recovering body.

After the kiss, she cradled Wen Ranqing’s face and kissed her gently on the swollen, reddened eyelids. Her breathing had calmed, finally soothed.

They lay quietly for a while longer.

“The nurse has been waiting outside for a long time…” Wen Ranqing said after sipping some water, her voice soft and sweet. “Can they bring in the baby now?”

It was perfectly normal—newborns benefited from early breastfeeding. But the way Chi Yi looked, you’d think their daughter was a little monster or something. Wen Ranqing couldn’t help but laugh to herself.

Chi Yi’s gaze flicked toward her disheveled clothes and pale, tired face. She nodded, spoke briefly with the nurse at the door, and brought the baby in herself.

She’d practiced before. Her posture was pretty standard.

Chi Yi was looking at her daughter for the first time.

Chi Mian was tiny and wrinkled, but her bright eyes looked just like Wen Ranqing’s. She didn’t cry like she had earlier—just lay quietly in Chi Yi’s arms, and something about it felt… different.

A closeness no words could describe—bone-deep, instinctive.

Chi Yi’s lips curved almost unconsciously as she walked back to the bed, but she didn’t hand the baby over right away.

Wen Ranqing gave her a familiar half-scolding, half-urging look.

Eventually, she used Chi Yi’s help to cradle the baby in her arms. She looked down at her child and smiled gently.

So soft, so warm—and strangely, looked a little like Chi Yi.

Just the thought of what she had to do next made her cheeks flush. But instinct took over. Slowly, she loosened her gown, her face and ears flushed all the way to the tips.

Chi Yi’s eyes followed, and for a second, her throat tightened. She turned away when she saw Wen Ranqing’s slight frown, all feelings replaced by concern.

She set the baby in the nearby bassinet, picked up a tissue, and gently fastened Wen Ranqing’s clothes again.

Wen Ranqing’s body, while on the delicate side, was still strong and healthy. Breastfeeding wasn’t an issue—but Chi Yi could tell she was uncomfortable, and that made her hesitate.

She gently brushed a fingertip over the baby’s cheek. Turning back, her gaze lingered on Chi Mian again, soft and thoughtful.

Wen Ranqing chuckled. She was recovering quickly now, and tugged on Chi Yi’s ear. Her soft lips brushed against Chi Yi’s jaw as she teased, “Are you jealous of the baby too?”

“No,” Chi Yi denied, steady hands supporting her waist like she was something precious.

Still, her mind briefly replayed that earlier glimpse of pink, and her throat involuntarily tightened.

Her Adam’s apple moved slightly. Looking at those soft lips again, Wen Ranqing’s ears burned.

If Chi Yi were jealous of the baby…
She probably wouldn’t mind.

Just the thought made Wen Ranqing’s face go crimson. She buried herself into Chi Yi’s chest to hide her expression and quickly changed the subject. “Yi… remember what you promised me.”

Beneath her sweat-damp hair, the red tip of her ear peeked out. Of course, Chi Yi could guess what she was thinking. But Wen Ranqing had always been shy about this kind of thing.

She smiled softly. “Mm. I’ll treat the baby very well.”

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