Transmigrated as the Short-Lived White Moonlight, I Ended Up Happily Ever After With the Female Lead - Chapter 44

Song Yi avoided Ji Yan’an’s scrutinizing gaze, only repeatedly saying that she was fine. Ji Yan’an was puzzled, but seeing Song Yi still full of life, she figured she must be okay and stopped pestering her. She pulled away Song Yi’s hand, which was holding the pillar, and was about to walk back to the room with her. To her surprise, Song Yi refused to let her touch her wrist, very aloofly clasping her hands behind her back and walking one step at a time.

Ji Yan’an followed behind her with a dark expression, feeling wronged as she looked at Song Yi’s blue dress. She hadn’t done anything bad, and she was so worried about her—who was Song Yi mad at?

Thus, the two stopped talking. Even though the walk back to the room was awkward and silent, Ji Yan’an refused to speak first to find a topic, and Song Yi was equally composed, resulting in both remaining silent, making them look like old enemies with deep-seated grudges. Le Yan, who was following these two difficult mistresses, was having a tough time. She had to constantly check Song Yi’s expression and gauge Ji Yan’an’s mood, which kept her constantly worried.

They finally reached the room. As soon as the two of them closed the door, Le Yan was locked out again.

She could only stand at the door and secretly pray that the two young ladies wouldn’t start a fight inside the room.

After closing the door, Ji Yan’an went back to lying on the chaise lounge, feigning death. Song Yi picked up her book again and immersed herself in reading, completely ignoring Ji Yan’an and making no effort to appease her.

Ji Yan’an tossed and turned on the chaise lounge, occasionally sneaking a look at Song Yi sitting by the window. Seeing that the other person was completely uninterested in paying attention to her, sitting there reading with an air of delicate composure, Ji Yan’an got angry and flipped over, turning her back to Song Yi, her small face as wrinkled as a steamed bun.

Song Yi wasn’t truly ignoring Ji Yan’an. She often found her gaze drifting from her book to Ji Yan’an, who was curled up on the chaise lounge, hugging her arms and facing away from her. After a long while, she hadn’t turned over again.

Is she asleep?

Song Yi gently placed the book on the small tea table, got up from the chair, went to the bed, and fetched a thin blanket. She walked over to Ji Yan’an to cover her, but Ji Yan’an suddenly flipped over, facing Song Yi directly. Her eyebrows, which had been furrowed, instantly relaxed when she saw Song Yi.

“What are you doing?”

“I… came to cover you with a blanket.” Song Yi’s stuttering hadn’t gone away. This was their conversation after their spat, and nothing had changed. Ji Yan’an didn’t pursue the previous matter further; instead, she happily lay back down: “Then hurry up and cover me. I’m going to sleep…”

Song Yi smiled upon hearing this, gently draping the blanket over Ji Yan’an. Her movement was so delicate it was almost unnoticeable, leaving only the soft blanket on Ji Yan’an’s body.

“Sleep well.” Out of impulse, Song Yi softly said these words to Ji Yan’an, making both of them feel a bit shy. Although they had stopped talking to each other again, the atmosphere in the air had clearly changed.

It shifted from the previous awkwardness to the current… warmth. Ji Yan’an closed her eyes and let her mind wander, listening to the sound of Song Yi turning the pages of her book and urging herself to fall asleep quickly. A peaceful afternoon was just like this.

Ji Yan’an slept through the entire afternoon, only opening her eyes again because she was hungry. It was already dark. Song Yi was just taking the appetizing dishes out of the food box delivered by Le Yan, and she was about to call Ji Yan’an when she noticed that the person was already awake.

“Miss woke up at just the right time, knowing it was time to eat?” Le Yan smiled as she brought a plate of braised pork belly and placed it in front of the chaise lounge. The rich aroma made Ji Yan’an’s stomach even hungrier. She quickly flipped over, put the blanket on the chaise lounge, and rubbed her hands as she rushed to the dining table.

After another round of washing hands and rinsing her mouth, Ji Yan’an was almost tortured by the aroma before it was announced that they could eat.

“Miss, please enjoy your meal.” Le Yan held the food box and smiled as she exited the room. Song Yi was already sitting properly, radiating an air of untouchable elegance. Her fair hand lightly picked up her chopsticks, and a piece of braised pork belly landed in Ji Yan’an’s bowl.

Ji Yan’an: ?????

This is too sweet! Ji Yan’an couldn’t stop the corners of her mouth from turning up. This afternoon, Song Yi had covered her with a blanket and now picked up braised pork belly for her. And usually, the old residence didn’t seem to make braised pork belly…

Recalling Le Yan’s beaming smile, could it be that Song Yi specially requested it? Ji Yan’an looked at this woman, who appeared cold on the surface but was so gentle underneath. It made it impossible to stay angry with her, especially with her perfect beauty on display; she was simply too outstanding.

Ji Yan’an was captivated and forgot to eat, only staring at Song Yi. However, Song Yi thought Ji Yan’an minded something, so she spoke up: “I haven’t used these chopsticks.”

As soon as she spoke, it was Ji Yan’an’s turn to be confused. She immediately picked up her chopsticks and put that piece of meat into her mouth. After swallowing the meat, she said, “When did I ever mind that? It’s just… you’re too beautiful.”

Ji Yan’an hadn’t expected herself to blurt out this sentence so openly again. Didn’t this indirectly admit that she was boy-crazy?

Song Yi’s lips curved upward, as if these words coming from Ji Yan’an’s mouth made her feel very pleased. Her phoenix eyes curved, and her smile was captivating.

Ji Yan’an also took a new pair of chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat for Song Yi. The two exchanged favors, politely reciprocating.

Ji Yan’an originally intended to continue this way, putting every dish she picked up into Song Yi’s bowl, but Song Yi gently grabbed her wrist. With a change in direction, the dish was surprisingly fed into Ji Yan’an’s mouth.

“Mmm…” Ji Yan’an was caught off guard by the feeding, and though surprised, she actually thought it was quite nice. After swallowing the dish, she picked up a piece for herself with her own chopsticks.

“We need to get up early tomorrow; we’re setting off back to the capital.” Song Yi suddenly said this. Ji Yan’an’s cheeks, which were bulging from chewing, slowed down. This sudden?

She lowered her head and shoveled down two more mouthfuls of rice before calming down. She picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth and asked with an unusually serious look: “Why so sudden? Did Grandmother tell you?”

Song Yi had only eaten a few bites and was already full. She didn’t rush to answer Ji Yan’an’s question. Instead, she rinsed her mouth calmly, picked up her book, and then said: “The Old Madam came this afternoon. She said that a letter arrived from the Ji Manor, saying the Prime Minister has some free time in the next few days to handle these matters, and she told us not to delay.”

Ji Yan’an listened in a daze, summarizing it into a few phrases: Ji Yongning is free to preside over their case, so hurry back and don’t miss the time.

Ji Yan’an looked at the room she had only stayed in for one night. Although it was prepared last minute, it was filled with the Old Madam’s affection for her granddaughter, down to the smallest details of the furnishings, which were all so touching.

As Ji Yan’an looked, she also felt a little reluctant to leave. In just one day, she had grown fond of this simple and rustic place. When the common people pelted Huo Xiuyuan with vegetable leaves, it was truly satisfying.

With these thoughts, Ji Yan’an no longer had much appetite to eat. She put down her chopsticks and called Le Yan and the other maids to come in and tidy up. Le Yan hadn’t seen the two of them being affectionate and was confused. Then, seeing the barely touched food on the table, her jaw almost dropped: “Miss! You…”

Ji Yan’an quickly gave her a look, signaling that she wasn’t eating anymore. She didn’t know if the young maid understood, but she wore an expression that said “I understand” and quickly cleared the table, then ran out, desperately stifling a laugh.

Ji Yan’an didn’t know why, and Song Yi was even more puzzled. The two women’s phoenix eyes met the almond eyes, and they looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

It was still early before bedtime. Song Yi put down her book and began packing things into her box. She had almost no belongings of her own; everything was bought later. To be prepared for any changes on the journey back to the capital, she needed to bring a few more sets of clothes. Ji Yan’an, on the other hand, had many more things. Just her jewelry and hairpins filled a large box, not to mention her assorted bracelets, necklaces, and those beautiful, expensive dresses.

Ji Yan’an didn’t stay idle and quickly got up to stuff things into her box, throwing everything in haphazardly. Her good clothes became wrinkled, and Song Yi laughed. After finishing her own packing, she stood by, watching Ji Yan’an “destroy” these beautiful clothes.

Ji Yan’an kept stuffing things in until she reached the blue dress… Her hands finally paused. She carefully folded the dress and held it in her arms. After searching the entire room, she finally found a cloth bag, put the dress inside, and then placed the bag on top of the other clothes. Forcibly closing the box, Ji Yan’an dusted the ash off her hands, considering the packing done.

“Was that dress different somehow?” Song Yi looked at the sweating Ji Yan’an with interest. She wasn’t tired from packing; she was tired from searching the entire room for the cloth bag.

Ji Yan’an ran to pour herself a full cup of tea to quench her thirst. After recovering, she explained seriously: “That’s the dress you watched me buy. I absolutely cannot let it get wrinkled.”

Song Yi let out a soft laugh. What was this warmth surging in her heart? Seeing such a serious Ji Yan’an, Song Yi felt a sense of being valued for the first time.

In the Ji Manor all these years, whether in Ji Yongning’s eyes or the Old Madam’s eyes, she was perhaps dispensable. It wasn’t until Ji Yan’an started clinging to her that everything seemed to change.

This woman in front of her was willing to defend her, willing to risk the entire Ji family to offend others for her sake. Perhaps she couldn’t be considered a well-thought-out, big-picture-oriented legitimate daughter, but she was definitely someone worth befriending.

As her thoughts drifted, the sound of dripping water suddenly came from outside. After a moment, a heavy rain began to pour down, and the objects in the courtyard resonated with different sounds.

Ji Yan’an stood up, her almond eyes glistening. She gently pushed open the window. The candlelight outside was faint, and the ground in the courtyard was all wet. Only some bamboo was being blown by the wind, colliding with each other, creating a crisp, pleasant sound.

“It’s truly rare to have rain in winter.” Ji Yan’an was poetic for once. Song Yi’s soft laughter was extremely noticeable in the quiet rainy night. Ji Yan’an turned her head in confusion, seeing the beauty’s faint smile, which made her speechless. She simply enjoyed the current environment.

“Do you like watching the rain?” Song Yi parted her thin lips.