I’m the Moonlight White That the Former Movie Queen Secretly Loved 16p2

Chapter 16 part 2

Qi Sijia had originally thought that she had accidentally overheard a silent drama similar to her own family’s. But the top-floor owner’s neither servile nor overbearing, rebellious, and life-for-a-life attitude was truly impeccable. She had said the sharp words that Qi Sijia would never say in her life, but it was indeed satisfying.

For a moment, a faint smile appeared in Qi Sijia’s eyes.

Although the middle-aged woman at the door was furious, the top-floor owner still smiled calmly and said bluntly that a businessman values profit.

“In the past, when the Chen family or you wanted to participate in the capital operation of my projects, I never disagreed. After all, if it’s done well, it’s just a matter of giving up some dividends from my mouth. But if they can’t do it well, they still have to get out of my way, let alone an outsider like Shen Tunan.”

“Instead of running here to persuade me, you might as well think about how to be a good Mrs. Meng.”

“After all, without the identity of Mrs. Meng, if you’re Miss Chen, you’re nothing in Beicheng. The same goes for me.”

“The only difference is that I used the identity of Miss Meng to earn my own assets. It’s no wonder that outsiders are already so jealous that they want a piece of the pie. But I also have the right not to give it away.”

“Five years ago, I was coerced by you all. As my experience grew, I realized that family and feelings will all dissipate. The only things you can grasp are money and power. If you can do it well, do it. If you can’t, get out. Are you satisfied with that?”

Meng Jiang said it all in one breath. Chen Ting was so angry that her eyes were about to roll back.

Meng Jiang had a stomachache and was too lazy to deal with her. She made a phone call in front of Chen Ting and said to the driver on the other end, “My wife is here. Please send her back for me.”

At this point, Chen Ting was so angry that she had lost her mind. She raised her hand, and just as it was about to land on Meng Jiang’s face, it suddenly stopped in mid-air. After a long while, she angrily withdrew it, her high heels grinding on the ground, and left without looking back.

At this point, Qi Sijia finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

But she didn’t expect that in the crack of the door, there was suddenly a pair of eyes.

Meng Jiang had come over at some point.

Qi Sijia was stunned. Her gaze collided with Meng Jiang’s in mid-air. Through the door, she could only see the dark side of this person’s half-black eyes.

The glass-like eyes reflected the light. Qi Sijia felt a faint sense of scrutiny and pressure.

“How much did you hear?”

Qi Sijia met Meng Jiang’s gaze without flinching. “Not much.”

“How much is not much?” Meng Jiang squatted down. The tight-fitting hip-hugging skirt made her waist look extremely slender. The black shawl she was wearing slipped off her shoulder. Her eyes were curved, seemingly smiling with charm, but her eyes were as sharp as a needle hidden in cotton.

It carried a hint of scrutiny and warning.

It quickly reminded people of the confrontation she had just had with her mother, which violated the norms of mother-daughter relationships. It was contrary to the education Qi Sijia had received. Every word the other person had just said seemed to hit Qi Sijia’s heart.

It was like the change in her aesthetic. In the past, Qi Sijia liked plainness, but later she found that after being plain for a long time, she appreciated more the kind of person who was naturally confident, a stunner.

Because their eyes had light, they were beautiful on their own, and no one should mess with them. They lived wantonly.

Qi Sijia had a faint appreciation. She subconsciously raised her eyelashes and happened to meet Meng Jiang’s scrutinizing gaze again.

For a moment, she felt a sense of pressure, as if the other person could do anything.

If any acquaintance had been standing here, they would have been scared silly by Meng Jiang’s gaze.

After all, the person standing in front of her was Meng Jiang, the second miss of the Meng family in Beicheng, a woman who lived at the top of the social circle.

But Qi Sijia was not affected at all. She calmly met Meng Jiang’s beautiful phoenix eyes.

“Is it a good thing for me to know more?”

Meng Jiang raised an eyebrow. “No.”

Qi Sijia asked, “Then do you want me to narrate the disgusting things that person just said?”

Meng Jiang crossed her arms, her eyes slightly stunned. “No.”

“Then there’s nothing. I didn’t hear anything.”

Qi Sijia’s tone was overly calm. Although she was wearing goggles, her eyes did not dodge and were serious and focused.

For some reason, her attitude made Meng Jiang feel that she was protecting her.

Meng Jiang was amused by her own thoughts.

She already had a stomachache. Now that her nerves had relaxed, it intensified. She slid down against the door.

Qi Sijia quickly pushed open the fire escape door.

As she got closer, she sniffed and smelled a faint scent of alcohol. “You’ve been drinking.”

Meng Jiang’s eyelids were half-closed, her eyelashes trembling.

She thought to herself, Shouldn’t you be helping me up?

But a moment later.

Qi Sijia frowned. “And smoking.”

Meng Jiang: “…”

“If you don’t know how to be a hero, can you please take out my phone and call the driver to come up?” Although the driver was probably still on his way to send Chen Ting off.

Meng Jiang frowned slightly.

Qi Sijia didn’t hear the sting in Meng Jiang’s words at all and was torn about what to do.

Social phobia made her very resistant to physical contact, especially Qi Sijia.

Her hand reached out and then retracted.

She was still planning to pursue someone else. It was obviously not right to not save someone in this situation.

Qi Sijia took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and put her hand under Meng Jiang’s waist. She paused, and to her relief, she was not disgusted.

But when she touched the other person’s soft body, her heart pounded.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Sijia’s hands were sweaty.

She asked calmly, “How should I save you?”

A warmth spread across her waist. Meng Jiang narrowed her eyes, but she had no strength in her body. She hadn’t eaten in two days, and her steps were unsteady. She suppressed her discomfort and said, “Take your hand away.”

Then she put her hand on Qi Sijia’s shoulder and leaned her entire body weight on Qi Sijia.

“…Help me home.”

Qi Sijia put Meng Jiang on the sofa and poured her a glass of warm water. “How are you feeling now? Do you want me to call an ambulance for you?”

Meng Jiang waved her hand. “It’s nothing serious.”

“I haven’t eaten in two days. I’m hungry.” Meng Jiang’s beautiful eyes flowed. She lowered her eyes and clutched her stomach, clearly in pain.

Qi Sijia saw her actions and was about to ask if she wanted to buy her something to eat.

But her gaze swept over. By the Nordic-style TV cabinet, there was a Pikachu-shaped trash can, with two takeout boxes and an empty wine bottle stacked inside.

Compared to the immaculately clean European-style living room, this full trash can seemed out of place.

It was hard for Qi Sijia not to notice it. She suddenly remembered that on the first day, Meng Jiang seemed to have thrown away her takeout as well.

This person didn’t like to eat street food.

With this thought, Qi Sijia thought for a moment. “Do you mind the lunch I brought?”

Meng Jiang was very picky about her food and had a cleanliness obsession. For the past two days, she couldn’t even stomach takeout from a five-star restaurant.

She naturally had no hope for the food Qi Sijia had brought.

But she had always been considerate. After all, someone had helped her, and was even more polite and well-behaved than her assistant from a few days ago. She was not curious about anything in her house and did not pry into her privacy.

With this thought, Meng Jiang’s tone softened. “If it’s not too much trouble, thank you.”

The green dumplings were a gift from someone else. Qi Sijia took out her own deluxe, large-capacity insulated lunchbox.

Inside was the steamed sea bass, sweet and sour pork ribs, and blanched green vegetables she had made last night.

Meng Jiang didn’t want to eat it at first. She wouldn’t even eat takeout, let alone the food made by a cleaning auntie.

But when Qi Sijia opened the lunchbox, the rice and vegetables were packed separately. The red and green colors were very beautiful. After heating, the aroma of the rice and soup was tempting.

Meng Jiang barely maintained her elegance and asked casually, “If I eat this, what will you eat?”

Qi Sijia: “I have two portions.”

As she finished, she took out the lunchbox Gui Xiaolian had given her this morning from her bag.

So Meng Jiang saw Qi Sijia take out a plastic box that was a free gift from instant noodles. Inside were a few not-so-full wormwood dumplings.

Meng Jiang pursed her lips, her half-face hidden in the shadows, her thoughts unknown.

After a moment of silence, just as Qi Sijia was about to go back to the duty room to heat up her food, Meng Jiang suddenly spoke. “How old are you?”

Qi Sijia said, “25.”

Meng Jiang said “oh” and went into the room. When she came out, she was holding a small gift box, a blue velvet bag. She had just drunk the warm water and had rested for a while. Now, she barely managed to stand up and walk Qi Sijia to the door. As she closed the door, she casually tossed the gift box to her.

“For you.”

Qi Sijia was stunned and subconsciously refused. “I can’t accept a reward without merit.”

In terms of social etiquette, Meng Jiang had always been particular about returning favors. She smiled, completely shedding the decisiveness she had shown when facing Mrs. Chen.

Her eyes were filled with a lazy smile as she curled her lips and said, “It’s just a small, inexpensive trinket. It’s suitable for someone with a slender neck.”

Although the brand tag had been thoughtfully removed from the gift box, unfortunately, Wei Yunfang had given Qi Sijia a similar necklace, so she knew its price.

“It’s too expensive.”

“It’s just a small trinket I bought from a street stall. It’s not expensive. Just wear it for fun. Just think of it as me liking to give you small gifts.”

Like… giving her gifts?

Afraid she wouldn’t accept it, and… and even lied?

It wasn’t until the door was completely closed in front of her that Qi Sijia stiffly reacted to the meaning of the woman inside the door.

This is liking her, right?

Qi Sijia actually didn’t know that Meng Jiang was always like this with people around her. As long as they did a good job, she would give them gifts as a reward.

Just like as a new cleaner, when she worked overtime to complete the cleaning task yesterday, Meng Jiang had casually given her a raise.

Good service and outstanding talent needed to be maintained with money.

This was Meng Jiang’s way of doing things after she had risen from a famous actress to a capital investor.

Qi Sijia was naturally unaware of Meng Jiang’s complex social etiquette. She stood outside with the blue velvet gift box, her heart unable to calm down for a long time.

She took off her rubber gloves, took out her phone, and eagerly logged into Huangjiang Literature Network.

There was no “urge for update” message from Wealthy Peony today, but late at night, the other person had given Sinking a “deep water.”

The “urge for update” in the comment section was as usual: [Seventh day of hiatus. Is there any hope for the author?]

Kim Jisoo’s Wife: [Don’t worry, there’s hope. As long as she finds a “girlfriend,” she can come back and update.]

Wealthy Peony @Author: [How much longer do I have to wait?]

The replies below were more or less the same, all “hahahaha.”

After reading, Qi Sijia found the message she had chatted with Wealthy Peony yesterday in the backend and private messaged her: [Maybe—it won’t be long before I can resume updating.]