I’m the Moonlight White That the Former Movie Queen Secretly Loved 7

Chapter 7:

After settling the work issue, Qi Sijia’s stuffy nose felt a little better.

She opened the curtains, and sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bringing a brightness that seemed to dispel the gloom.

The orange cat was eating its food, one kibble at a time. It had a habit of hoarding. As the sunlight fell on its sparse fur, it would occasionally look up and let out a comfortable “meow.”

Like its owner, it was in a good mood.

Qi Sijia got up, took her cold medicine, and pushed open the bedroom door. The kitchen was to the left of the entrance.

This house in the development zone was old, with mold spots on the corners of the walls. The range hood in the kitchen hadn’t been replaced in years. It was an old-fashioned model, worn out and emitting a groaning sound as if it were overloaded.

It had broken once before. Qi Sijia had connected a wire to it, and it had miraculously worked for a year.

This property was an inheritance from Qi Sijia’s grandmother. It was over twenty years old. After her grandmother passed away, Qi Sijia had been living here and hadn’t moved for many years.

When she was little, Qi Jun’s company was just starting out, and Wei Yunfang was busy with lawsuits. Neither of them had time to take care of Qi Sijia, so she lived with her grandmother.

The old woman was a cheerful person, a well-known landlady in the area who owned an entire building. She was always happy. The people who played mahjong downstairs were always happy to have her join, as she was the least concerned about winning or losing.

She would often deliberately lose a few rounds to let the tenants have some fun.

But no matter which mahjong game it was, her grandmother would always bring Qi Sijia along. On hot summer days, the mahjong tiles would clack, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily.

“Three of bamboo!”

“Oh ho ho, I won!”

Laughter filled the air. At that time, Qi Sijia would sit on a small round stool her grandmother had specially prepared for her, eating a popsicle. Her hair was carefully braided into beautiful pigtails by her grandmother, with a butterfly-shaped hairpin.

Her grandmother would often multitask, turning her head back, her face crinkling into a smile as she asked her granddaughter, “Jiajia, are you hungry? Grandma will go cook for you.”

“Are you cold? Put on another layer.”

…

Most of her childhood affection came from this. So much so that later, when this place was no longer suitable to live in, and Qi Jun and Wei Yunfang had prepared several houses for Qi Sijia, she still refused to move.

The kitchen cabinets were a little yellowed. Qi Sijia had cleaned them once before, but it didn’t do much good. She took out a flatbread and an egg from inside.

She heated oil in a pan, threw in some green and white scallions, new garlic, and millet peppers, and stir-fried them until fragrant.

She took out the leftover pork rib soup from the fridge, poured it into the pan, brought it to a boil, added egg noodles, enoki mushrooms, and a poached egg, and finally added a few drops of sesame oil.

A bowl of pork rib noodles with scallions and green and white accents was ready in just ten minutes. Qi Sijia didn’t go out often, and her material desires weren’t high. She did everything she could for herself, so over the years, she had become proficient in eight hundred different skills.

Her down-to-earth abilities were so impressive that even Ye Qianqian would often sigh, “Qi Sijia, why don’t you be my girlfriend?”

“We have the same sexual orientation, we know each other inside and out, so we don’t have to worry about getting along. You’re good at all sorts of things, your hands are long, and you’re a virgin. You’ve never touched anyone before, so your hands are clean and beautiful. There’s no need to worry about any problems in bed. Your features are also the cool, ascetic type that I like. And I know the extent of your social anxiety, so you don’t have to worry about me dumping you. We’re close sisters, we see each other all the time. How about it, consider me…”

“Not suitable,” Qi Sijia refused without thinking.

“Why?” Ye Qianqian asked, unconvinced. “What century is this? You still believe in that ‘a rabbit doesn’t eat the grass near its burrow’ nonsense?”

When she kept asking, Qi Sijia said faintly, “I’ve slept with someone. My hands are not clean anymore. I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed in bed.”

At this point, Ye Qianqian’s interest dropped to a low point. She clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Who is she? Is it that first love I never got to meet?”

Qi Sijia was noncommittal.

Ye Qianqian took it as a default. She cursed in annoyance, “A beautiful flower was really polluted by cow dung.”

“So have you told your later girlfriends about this?”

Qi Sijia nodded seriously. “Of course. It’s the basis of starting a relationship to disclose one’s own situation, and they all said they didn’t mind.”

“Fuck.” Ye Qianqian sighed, at a loss for words. “Jiajia, do you know what that means? Absolutely no one who truly likes you would be so magnanimous as to listen to you talk about sleeping with someone, just like me…ptui.”

“Anyway, are you sure they don’t just want to have sex with you without any emotional connection?”

Qi Sijia: “…”

Ye Qianqian was great in every way, her only flaw was that she liked to diss Qi Sijia’s girlfriends in front of her.

Qi Sijia ignored this. She wasn’t one to be swayed by rumors. She had social anxiety, and finding a partner was difficult. She also had some self-esteem issues due to her condition. When she met someone who pursued her and was suitable, she would list her problems and inform them of the risks in advance, but none of her girlfriends seemed to mind.

When Qi Sijia said she had social anxiety, most of her exes would stare at her face in a daze and tell her, “So what? It’s fine if you’re shy and I’m not.”

With both sides being so honest, how could she suspect that her partner had such insincere thoughts?

According to The Study of Interpersonal Communication, trust is the foundation of a relationship.

Qi Sijia told this to Ye Qianqian, who sneered with a fake smile, as if she were a lost cause.