I’m the Moonlight White That the Former Movie Queen Secretly Loved 17

T/N: “Rich Flower” is now “Wealthy Peony” (I’ve updated the previous chapters accordingly).

Chapter 17

Meng Jiang’s mood wasn’t great all day, especially in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, the driver came back and took Meng Jiang to Lan Tai. After finishing the recording of the first episode of New Star Show, Meng Jiang got her phone and saw the message from the author Ji Liu.

There were several messages.

They were all filled with the surprise, panic, and joy of a secret crush being reciprocated.

Meng Jiang curled her lips and took out a women’s cigarette from her pocket.

[You like her that much?]

In the past, Qi Sijia would take a long time to reply to readers’ messages, but this time, her eyes seemed to have never left the screen, and she replied extremely quickly.

[Mmm.]

Meng Jiang flicked open the lighter, held the thin cigarette, and took a drag from the fire.

She didn’t really like smoking this. It was unhealthy.

And in the country, there were always some strict and harsh requirements for women. For example, male stars smoking and drinking could be forgiven, but not female stars. There would be a great deal of discrimination.

Meng Jiang was very strict with herself. She was good at putting on a show and being considerate in public. So she had to pay a price. Her self-management had a very strict set of standards.

But after less than a month in Ningcheng, she had broken the rules several times.

If she stayed any longer, she might become a chain smoker.

Meng Jiang curled her lips in self-mockery. After thinking for a moment, she replied: [Then… describe her. What kind of person is she, and is she good to you?]

The taste of nicotine rolled on her crimson lips, with a bitter and astringent taste of raw tea.

At the same time, Qi Sijia saw Wealthy Peony’s private message and was clearly stunned.

She repeatedly typed in the reply field several times, and then deleted them one by one after finishing.

Being asked this, Qi Sijia realized that her pale and powerless description of the top-floor owner giving her a gift was not convincing.

After all, she didn’t even know the top-floor owner’s name. It was too early to say what kind of person the other person was.

After thinking for a long time, she said: [I don’t know.]

[But I probably like her.]

Meng Jiang lowered her eyes. The beauty mark at the corner of her eye drooped with her eyelid, making her look decadent and bewitching.

She expressionlessly finished a cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and with her slender, scallion-like fingers, she brought the phone to her face and looked again at the private message filled with happy and joyful words.

Meng Jiang suddenly wanted to smoke a second cigarette but held back.

[Then go confess. What’s the use of telling me? After all, your secret crush is not me.]

Qi Sijia poked the word “confess” and didn’t reply for a long time.

As a socially anxious person, to be honest, it was impossible for her to confess to someone.

It would take a lifetime of courage to say “I like you,” but if she were rejected, she would probably lose the ability to speak again.

[Forget it…] Qi Sijia said without thinking.

[Afraid she doesn’t like you?] Meng Jiang was silent for a long time before she said: [You care that much?]

[You’re so afraid to confess. Since you’re so afraid, can you not like her?]

Three messages came in a row, without punctuation or tone words.

Qi Sijia didn’t quite understand what Wealthy Peony meant, but she understood the first two sentences.

Like, care?

Probably neither. It was probably a good impression. Knowing that the other person liked her, and she happened to be developing a new social life, she didn’t dislike the other person.

As for anything else, it was probably that dream last night, which was so romantic it felt real, but in the end, that romance turned into Meng Jiang’s face.

As if eager to prove something, Qi Sijia had a faint sense of urgency and anxiety these past few days. She wanted to find someone to seriously date.

Before Meng Jiang’s face could erode her.

After figuring out the reason, Qi Sijia stared at the dim streetlight for a long time, and then she had no mood to reply to Meng Jiang anymore.

When the driver came to pick up Meng Jiang, he found that Miss Meng, who had always been self-disciplined and measured, smelled strongly of smoke.

Due to Wealthy Peony’s suggestion, Qi Sijia thought for a long time. Thinking about the purpose of her work, she decided to try to overcome her psychological problems and pursue the top-floor owner.

Even if she couldn’t say “like,” she could take the initiative to do something.

So for the next few days, Qi Sijia would make an extra lunch.

The meat, eggs, and vegetables were all gifts from the neighbors in the building, very fresh.

Qi Sijia would fill the lunchbox to the brim every night, according to the portion for two people, and even patiently arrange it in a beautiful shape.

But she was too embarrassed to knock on the top-floor owner’s door. Qi Sijia would hang the lunchbox on Meng Jiang’s doorknob every day, with a note attached: “Remember to wash the bowl.”

Meng Jiang hated washing dishes, and she wasn’t in a good mood recently. She thought that if the new cleaner couldn’t get her lunchbox back, she would stop sending it.

But she didn’t expect Qi Sijia to send it for three consecutive days, changing to a new lunchbox every day.

On the third day, Meng Jiang looked at the neatly arranged pink limited edition lunchboxes on the table and fell into deep thought.

Soon, she curled her lips in a sarcastic smile. If she remembered correctly, this cleaning auntie was only 23 years old when she took off her gas mask.

Young, long legs, tall, max-level life skills, and she had appeared right when Mrs. Meng came knocking.

Meng Jiang smiled sarcastically.

It rained on Friday. Qi Sijia drove over. Before getting out of the car, her finger was scraped by the car door and was a little swollen.

Gui Xiaolian followed Qi Sijia into the locker room.

Before she even arrived, she heard a high-pitched voice gossiping.

“I was wondering why it was so strange. Why did the top-floor owner give her a raise? It turns out she’s so scheming.”

“She’s trying to seduce her by sending food.”

“How can you say that?”

Gui Xiaolian was the first to lose her temper. Last time, thanks to Qi Sijia’s connections, the hospital had arranged for an expert to diagnose Auntie Gui. Qi Sijia was now a great benefactor to the remaining residents of the apartment building.

Gui Xiaolian now wished she could tear that Auntie Wu’s mouth apart.

Among all the aunties, she was the one who liked to gossip the most.

With Gui Xiaolian’s angry shout, the locker room fell silent. Because Qi Sijia had gotten a raise, a few of the aunties had some thoughts.

Auntie Wu muttered in a low voice, “It’s not like some young people don’t look for decent men and prefer to use crooked ways.”

The gas mask was still in the storage room bag. Qi Sijia paused. She was wearing a black mask, high-waisted beige pants, and a ginger-yellow sweater. Her long brown hair hadn’t been cut in a long time and reached her waist. It wasn’t tied up. She looked sideways, and although only her eyes were visible, her aura was surprisingly good. Her cold eyes glanced over.

There was a sense of cold and stunning beauty. Qi Sijia’s gaze went past this Auntie Wu and looked at the locker.

She hummed in a low voice, “Are you done?”

Auntie Wu was a head shorter than Qi Sijia. Perhaps it was because Qi Sijia was too tall, and her aura and figure were too superior. From beginning to end, she had no vulgar aura. Even when she was speaking now, she seemed calm and composed.

In contrast, Auntie Wu’s sarcastic remarks just now seemed extremely harsh and mean.

It was like punching cotton. Auntie Wu instinctively took a step back.

Qi Sijia’s eyelids were lowered. The early winter sunlight fell on them, and you could see light blue blood vessels. She stood in front of the auntie and pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses with the back of her hand. She said slowly, “If you’re done, please move.”

Qi Sijia’s mood was not affected. She could announce to the whole world at any time that she liked the same sex, just like Meng Jiang, a big star whose sexual orientation was announced as soon as she debuted.

Because everyone has the right to decide who they like, and others also have the right not to like them.

As for the gossip of these aunties, Qi Sijia mostly didn’t do it. There was no need to waste her breath on irrelevant people and debates.

Moreover, in Qi Sijia’s eyes, the auntie in front of her was an unnecessary social interaction.

Auntie Wu stared blankly at Qi Sijia as she walked past her without a word.

A breath was stuck in her throat. This was more uncomfortable than if Qi Sijia had yelled at her.

After all, the other person didn’t even look at her.

What Qi Sijia didn’t expect was that later, not only did Auntie Wu make sarcastic remarks in front of her, but she also used her relationship as an old employee to go to Meng Jiang and say that Qi Sijia had ulterior motives.

When Qi Sijia went to deliver the lunchbox at noon, Supervisor Cai and Auntie Wu were also there.

“The salary you’re giving is too much. It’s enough to hire a private cleaner. She’s still a newcomer. Look, how about I change her for an experienced one?”

“Are you telling me what to do?” Meng Jiang had been in a terrible mood ever since she had allowed Qi Sijia to pursue her. For three days, she hadn’t even looked at Ji Liu’s author updates.

The extent of her bad mood was imaginable.

Supervisor Cai was stunned. She thought to herself, She’s still that difficult owner. I knew I shouldn’t have come up with Auntie Wu. I just asked for it.

In front of Qi Sijia, Meng Jiang was mostly restrained, because she couldn’t be confrontational with an honest person.

But recently, she was indeed in a bad mood. Behind her gentle smile, she was a decisive person.

“Do you know why I gave her a raise instead of you?”

“Because the cleaning work she has done so far is equivalent to what you could do in a month. She’s durable and has amazing stamina.”

After receiving such an evaluation, the smile in Qi Sijia’s eyes, which had been there before, disappeared without a trace.

She always felt that Meng Jiang’s words were not a compliment. “Durable” didn’t seem to be a word used to describe a girl you like.

After the supervisor left, Qi Sijia handed the food she had brought to Meng Jiang, but Meng Jiang was clearly not very happy today.

She glanced at Qi Sijia’s pink lunchbox, thought for a moment, took out her wallet, took out a check, and handed it to Qi Sijia.

“Thank you.”

Qi Sijia pursed her lips and didn’t take it. Her gaze met Meng Jiang’s directly. “I don’t want money.”

“It’s a separate matter.” Meng Jiang was a socialite, and her acting was top-notch. Even if Auntie Wu’s words were not to be believed, the lunchboxes and delicious food for three consecutive days were enough for Meng Jiang to see the unusual existence behind Qi Sijia’s diligence. She didn’t expose it and tactfully said, “You deserve it. Your cooking is great.”

This was a compliment, but when it fell on Qi Sijia’s ears, for some reason, she suddenly had a feeling of being pushed away.

Sensing that something was wrong, Qi Sijia felt that she couldn’t confess.