Chapter Twenty

The evening breeze lifted a corner of the sheer curtains by the window, and the warm, soft moonlight streamed into the room. The wooden floor seemed as clear as still water, and the classic European-style wall clock pointed precisely to eleven o'clock.

Xing Bei lay on the bed, shyly covering her eyes. She had just made a boast, but it turned out she didn't understand it at all.

Lu Runxu gently brushed away Xing Bei's hand covering her eyes, a faint smile on his lips, "Mrs. Lu, you still have a chance to back out."

Perhaps due to the alcohol, she seemed to completely unleash her true nature, her snow-white arms draped over Lu Runxu's neck, pulling him forward.

"Little Lu, could it be that you're impotent?" Xing Bei deliberately lowered her voice and teasingly breathed into his ear, like a beautiful snake luring a human into her trap.

Lu Runxu slowly lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against Xing Bei's neck, causing her to tremble slightly: "I, Lu, will now prove my innocence."

His voice was deep and magnetic, and Xing Bei closed her eyes without thinking, feeling her heart pounding in her throat.

Lu Runxu kissed her lips gently and slowly, as if he were savoring the most precious delicacy in the world.

The faint scent of sandalwood emanating from Lu Runxu gradually spread through the air, lingering around her nostrils.

Lu Runxu's large, slender hands began to slowly wander, igniting a fiery passion wherever they touched. Xing Bei felt her mind go blank, and gradually, their breathing became rapid.

The soft skirt bunched up around her waist and abdomen, and a slightly cool touch suddenly came over her. Xing Bei's pupils dilated abruptly, and her shimmering eyes were instantly covered with a layer of physiological tears.

Xing Bei narrowed her eyes, seeing the silver thread on the slender fingertip. The person in front of her also had a meaningful fingertip. At this moment, she was really afraid that Lu Runxu would put his hand to his lips.

He straightened up, his eyes filled with passion and affection, and gently pulled the ribbon of the bow around Xing Bei's neck: "Mrs. Lu, is your ex-boyfriend impotent? He hasn't had any desire for sex in seven years."

Xing Bei's face was already flushed, and she became even more shy upon hearing Lu Runxu's words, so she simply ignored him.

As if he wasn't going to let her off the hook, Lu Runxu opened the cabinet, took out a box from inside, glanced at the person beside him, and placed one in her hand.

Xing Bei looked down at what was in her palm and knew what he meant. Without thinking, she threw it to him.

Lu Runxu's smile deepened as he gently taught her step by step. Xing Bei looked away, feeling the temperature in her palms rising steadily.

Faced with such powerful resources, Xing Bei was a little hesitant and looked at him humbly: "Little Lu, how about we do it another day?"

Having come this far, how could Lu Runxu possibly let her go? He leaned over and gently kissed the corner of her lips, looking completely innocent as he said, "Sister, how could you be so heartless?"

Xing Bei gasped in pain and tried to push him away, but Lu Runxu pretended to be harmless: "Sister, I didn't mean to."

Fuck you, it wasn't intentional.

Seeing his shamelessness, Xing Bei gave up struggling. Lu Runxu brushed the messy hair behind her ear, his smile deepening as he continued to explore Xing Bei's uncharted territory.

Xing Bei could smell the faint sandalwood scent emanating from Lu Runxu, like a secluded valley in the afternoon, with sunlight shining obliquely, making people feel calm and fascinated.

The moonlight outside the window gently spilled into the slightly dim room, as if draping the entire space in a layer of silver gauze.

The cool moonlight streamed through the window, quietly creeping up the walls, floor, and furniture, outlining faint shadows. Everything in the room seemed to be bathed in this gentle and mysterious moonlight, with only the intermittent sound of a beautiful woman weeping audible.

The following evening, as the sun slowly sank below the western mountains, its soft and warm afterglow spilled onto the foot of the bed like a golden veil.

A slender, snow-white wrist slipped off the edge of the soft, off-white bed, and long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Her hazy peach blossom eyes were half-open as she looked at the ceiling. After a while, she slowly sat up from the bed, but fell back down in less than two seconds.

My whole body felt like it had been run over by a car, and it was incredibly sore and weak.

Recalling the romantic scene from last night, her face flushed. Lu Runxu kept calling her "sister," and she couldn't refuse at all. By the time everything was tidied up, it was already past three o'clock.

She definitely won't be soft-hearted next time.

Lu Runxu finished cooking and brought the meal to the bathroom. Seeing the person in the bathroom supporting their back while washing up, he slightly curled the corners of his lips, put the things on the bedside table, and walked towards the bathroom.

Xing Bei was washing her face with her head down when he picked up a small hair tie next to her and tied her hair up. Xing Bei opened one eye slightly and saw Lu Runxu looking refreshed behind her. She turned her head and hummed softly.

Her arms were sore and weak, and she didn't want to move after only a couple of bites. When Lu Runxu saw that she had only eaten a little bit, he took over and fed her by hand.

After dinner, Xing Bei lay on the bed and scrolled through Weibo for a short while before feeling sleepy. She casually tossed her phone aside, found a comfortable position, and drifted off to sleep.

After washing up, Lu Runxu lay on the bed, smiling as he pulled Xing Bei into his arms. Xing Bei hummed softly and snuggled into his embrace like a kitten.

Seeing the scattered marks on her neck, his deep eyes smiled even more, and his large hands covered her slender waist, gently kneading it.

After resting at home for two days, she returned to the company only to find herself overwhelmed with work. When the company's deputy director's family member fell ill, she was temporarily assigned to go on a business trip with Lin Yuan.

She thought the time would be short, but who knew the other party was a nitpicker. What should have been a week or so was dragged out for half a month.

After finishing this job, Xing Bei's desire to resign grew stronger and stronger.

She would occasionally receive messages from unknown numbers at work, which she tried to ignore, only to discover that they were related to Lu Runxu.

The other party sent several photos, all of which were pictures of Lu Runxu and the girl who called her Sister Beibei that night. They looked to be very close.

This was simply meant to tell her that Lu Runxu didn't like her at all, but how could Xing Bei possibly believe it based on just a few photos?

Later, when I got busy with work, Xing Bei forgot about it. But the other party persisted and sent it to her again, this time with an extra sentence.

The photo shows Lin Qiuwan with her hand on Lu Runxu's shoulder, her face beaming with a bright smile. Lu Runxu, standing beside her, is making a peace sign, a faint smile playing on his shy face.

This photo was obviously taken when Lu Runxu was seventeen or eighteen years old; the two of them seem to have a secret crush on each other.

The other party also made it very clear that Lu Runxu had a white moonlight he had liked for ten years, and that he was just playing around with her.

Xing Bei turned off her phone, leaned back in her chair, and sighed softly.

No wonder there was a strange atmosphere when Lin Qiuwan was present on Lu Runxu's birthday, and Lu Runxu still protected her like that.

It turns out that Lin Qiuwan was his white moonlight.

When Xing Bei got home, she didn't tell Lu Runxu about it. At this point in time, everyone has someone they love but can't have.

Xing Bei remained as calm as ever, but every time she saw Lu Runxu, she still harbored resentment in her heart.

Lu Runxu also noticed Xing Bei's unusual behavior. He left work early and went home to prepare dinner carefully.

When Xing Bei returned home and saw the table full of dishes, she felt a mix of emotions.

During dinner, Lu Runxu, who had been ignored for several days, finally couldn't help but speak up: "Girlfriend, since last night, I've noticed that you've started to be very cold towards me."

Xing Bei took a small sip of soup and glanced at him: "I've been a bit tired from work lately."

Lu Runxu snorted lightly: "I knew my sister only wanted my body; once she got it, she didn't love it anymore."

Xing Bei watched him act quietly, and his expression of a wronged little wife completely made her laugh.

She smiled helplessly: "I'm not being cold to you, it's just that I've been a bit busy with work lately, and I'm so tired after get off work that I just want to sleep."

These past few days, Xing Bei has been resting after dinner after get off work, which Lu Runxu can tell, but he has a gut feeling that Xing Bei has something on her mind.

He finished serving the chicken soup and handed it over, saying, "Okay, then I'll give my sister a good massage tonight."

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A few days ago, Chi Qingtang was caught slacking off and was kept under constant surveillance by the team leader. When the team leader went to hand in the materials, she secretly ran to Xing Bei's place.

As usual, he immediately took Xing Bei's seat: "Mingzhu, have you been in a bad mood lately? You seem gloomy every day."

Xing Bei stared at the photo on her phone, then looked up at the person in front of her, beckoned her over, and quietly told Chi Qingtang everything that was bothering her.

"This is obviously a divisive tactic." Chi Qingtang slammed her hand on the table in anger.

Xing Bei glanced outside and gently tugged at her sleeve: "Keep your voice down."

Chi Qingtang shrank her neck and took Xing Bei's phone to analyze for her: "I know this girl. Her name is Lin Qiuwan. A friend of mine dated her before. She is a lesbian."

Lesbian? Homosexual?

Xing Bei stared wide-eyed at Chi Qingtang, repeating in disbelief, "She's a lesbian?"

Chi Qingtang nodded: "Yes, she's still number 1. In my phone's lesbian circle, she's the white moonlight of so many people. So don't worry, she won't compete with you for President Lu."

Xing Bei leaned back lazily in her chair, her slender fingertips tapping the table with a crisp sound: "Who said I was worried?"

"You're just being stubborn." Chi Qingtang stared at Xing Bei's eyes teasingly. "Xing Bei, you've already fallen in love with Lu Runxu."

Xing Bei: "Impossible."

Chi Qingtang noticed Zhang, the team leader, outside out of the corner of her eye. She stood up and patted her on the shoulder: "Xing Bei, don't lie to yourself. You and Zhou Xu are completely different now than when you were together."

She paused for a moment: "You care about this person. If you don't love him, why would you care? Some emotions are often hidden deep in your heart, and you can only feel them when you truly encounter them."

Xing Bei sat in the chair, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her mind replaying Chi Qingtang's words, but the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became.

She has always been extremely possessive, whether it's people or things. Once she decides something belongs to her, she will absolutely not allow anyone else to touch it.

At this moment, she had no doubt that she liked Lu Runxu.

However, this liking only stays at a superficial level and cannot be equated with deep and passionate love.

Perhaps that's why, when she saw photos related to Lu Runxu, her deep-seated possessiveness was instantly ignited.

Therefore, Chi Qingtang's statement that caring is the same as loving her is not something she agrees with.

When Xing Bei got home from get off work, Xiao Tangyuan was already waiting for her at the door. Aunt Huang was busy in the kitchen, and Xing Bei casually threw her bag on the sofa to play with Xiao Tangyuan.

Aunt Huang came out of the kitchen carrying soup and saw a person and a dog in the living room. She looked at them with a kind expression and said, "Xiao Bei, dinner is ready."

Xing Bei put down the glutinous rice balls and noticed that there was only one set of chopsticks and a bowl on the table. She looked at Aunt Huang in confusion and asked, "Isn't Lu Runxu coming back?"

As Aunt Huang changed the flowers in the vase, she explained, "The master has gone to Lingcheng on a business trip and may not be back for another two weeks."

Xing Bei looked away, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart: "Thank you, Aunt Huang."

After dinner, Xing Bei lay on the sofa drawing line drawings. The moonlight from the window gently shone down on her snow-white shoulders, and her light gauze nightgown slipped down to her arms.

Xing Bei stared blankly at the drawing page for an unknown amount of time; the blank page was only covered by the messy strokes of the character "Lu".

The message that popped up on her phone pulled her back to reality. She grabbed the phone from the side and casually swiped up with her fingertips. When she saw the message, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingers unconsciously tightened.

That night, Xing Bei had recurring dreams, with the images flashing repeatedly in her dreams, until she finally fell asleep just before dawn.