Especially after following him into the top floor apartment of Building Two, Wen Yue could see through the floor-to-ceiling window that this apartment was diagonally opposite the one she lived in.
From the floor-to-ceiling window, she could even see her own living room!
Had he been secretly watching her from home like this all along?
Wen Yue’s heart was instantly in turmoil.
She was even more shocked than when she first died and suddenly discovered she was the villainess in a novel, the hidden white moonlight in Gong Hengye’s heart.
Because back then, she hadn’t really believed she was Gong Hengye’s white moonlight.
She and Gong Hengye had barely spoken a few words to each other, and he never looked her in the eye.
Besides, when she first appeared before him as a soul, he had coldly told her that humans and ghosts were different and there was no future, then dumped her at the hospital and left her alone.
Who treats their white moonlight like that?
Until this moment.
Wen Yue suddenly thought, maybe this type of male lead, Gong Hengye, just treats his white moonlight this way?
Otherwise, how would he explain it to the female lead later?
Or maybe he’d even tell the female lead in the end: “Baby, don’t be jealous. I never loved her.”
Hmph.
Wen Yue ran to the floor-to-ceiling window and peered outside. Gong Hengye paid her no mind, unfastening his shirt cuffs as he went upstairs.
Just as Wen Yue was trying to find the best angle to see her living room from, a bolt of lightning struck, its white light blazing brightly.
Wen Yue was startled and quickly took two steps back. “Uncle…”
When she turned around, the living room was empty.
Wen Yue was stunned.
She pouted and snorted softly.
Serves him right for not being able to have her!
But wait, if he couldn’t have her, he’d go find the female lead!
Wen Yue frowned and stomped her foot.
So annoying.
Couldn’t he just treat his white moonlight a little better?
The white moonlight was right in front of him, so why did he have to go find the female lead?
Upstairs in the bedroom, Gong Hengye took off his shirt and trousers and entered the bathroom.
The icy water from the shower poured down. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and let the water flow over him.
His mind was filled with the scenes he had seen after being struck by lightning two days ago.
He had initially dismissed it as a dream, as he truly didn’t believe he could be that brain-dead.
But today, after confirming the existence of Wen Yue’s soul, he began to seriously reconsider that “dream.”
Whether it was Gong Chen saying he knew Gong Hengye had feelings for Wen Yue, or the version of himself in the dream treating Wen Yue as his white moonlight and even pitying Wen Xi because of it, he hadn’t really cared.
Because he knew very well that he didn’t see Wen Yue as his white moonlight.
Maybe he had paid her a bit too much attention before, but it wasn’t enough for her to become his so-called white moonlight.
Back then, he had just thought that although the Wen family’s daughter was quite pretty, she was silly, clumsy, and timid, shrinking away from him like a kitten from a tiger.
It was laughable.
Yet, this timid kitten, when drunk, had dared to throw herself into the tiger’s arms and accuse him of being too fierce.
And… taking advantage of his distraction, she had pressed her soft lips to his, stealing his first kiss.
Then, like a fool, she had pouted and said, “Uncle, your lips aren’t hard. Why are people always so stiff? It’s so annoying.”
After that, his attention toward her went from one point to two.
To be fair, he realized he hadn’t felt disgusted by her clumsy kiss.
That alone was rare.
After all, he knew himself well—he was inherently indifferent, with little interest in anything.So back then, he had thought about waiting for this timid kitten to grow up, letting her know what consequences would come from casually pulling a tiger’s whiskers.
He just never expected that as soon as she turned eighteen, she would get together with Gong Chen.
When he heard about it, he only smiled, thinking, a frog really does prefer to pair with a toad.
After that, he rarely paid attention to her again.
In his mind, she was just Gong Chen’s fiancée, his future niece-in-law.
Occasionally, when he saw her name on trending searches, he would swipe past it.
In his view, giving even a little extra attention to his niece-in-law was inappropriate.
And so, his memory of her remained frozen four years ago.
Even when she sent him that inexplicable text message, the image that surfaced in his mind was still of her from back then.
He couldn’t help but wonder.
That soft, delicate girl, who cried and laughed easily, whose courage was as small as a kitten’s—why would she say something like “come collect my body”?
It wasn’t until he stood at the entrance of her living room and saw her leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, covered in blood, that he suddenly realized she was no longer the girl from back then.
Back then, she was merely timid and clumsy, but now, she was utterly foolish.
Still, no matter what, he didn’t think this counted as a white moonlight.
But then he thought again.
If Wen Yue died in such a way, her soul didn’t appear, and the future unfolded just as he had seen in his vision—if that Wen Xi tried to commit suicide in front of him again using the same method, what would he do?
Gong Hengye’s eyelashes fluttered as he wiped the cold water from his face and opened his eyes.
The light in his eyes was equally cold as he thought: Why should he care whether she lived or died!
Gong Hengye turned off the shower and grabbed a towel from nearby…
Meanwhile, Wen Yue had already stealthily floated into the bedroom.
The layout of this apartment was exactly the same as hers, so she didn’t even need to search for the master bedroom.
As soon as she entered the bedroom, she heard the sound of rushing water from the bathroom.
He was taking a shower.
Wen Yue glanced around, then grew conflicted again.
What should she do next?
Just keep following him like this? And then what? Watch helplessly as he and the female lead got together?
But she really didn’t want him to be with Wen Xi.
Just thinking about that scene made her feel disgusted.
He could be with Zhang Xi, Li Xi, Liu Xi, or any other Xi—just not Wen Xi!
Besides, if he ended up with Wen Xi, she would truly be dead and gone for good, so how could she ever come back to life?
As Wen Yue was fretting, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
Soon, Gong Hengye walked out wearing a dark blue robe, drying his hair as he moved.
The robe’s belt was loosely tied, the collar slightly open, revealing hints of the smooth muscle lines on his chest.
Wen Yue instinctively swallowed non-existent saliva.
What was this man trying to do? Did he really think she didn’t know there was an innocent, naive beauty here?
Loving her but refusing to say it, only daring to tempt her like this in secret!
And pretending she didn’t exist, arrogantly walking past her with an intentionally lazy posture before sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.
He tossed the towel aside, didn’t bother drying his hair, and picked up his phone instead.
See, she knew it—just like those repressed domineering CEOs in novels, putting on quite the act.
And still not speaking, waiting for her to take the initiative?
Maybe he was even waiting for her to dry his hair for him.
Wen Yue stood in the middle of the bedroom, unsure what to do, just as she was annoyed by his repressed nature, he spoke softly, “If you’ve seen enough, get out.”
Wen Yue was taken aback. “What?”Gong Hengye’s gaze shifted from his phone screen to her, carrying a scrutinizing look. “You drifted into my bedroom while I was showering, didn’t you just want to see how handsome I look after a bath?”
Wen Yue: “?”
Gong Hengye said expressionlessly, “You’ve seen it, are you satisfied? Can you leave now?”
Wen Yue: “?”
Wait, aren’t you supposed to be the reserved type?
This is outright boldness.
Wen Yue muttered, “How can I be satisfied? You didn’t even take anything off. What could I possibly see?”
Gong Hengye’s temple twitched. “Wen Yue, don’t push your luck.”
Stung by his cold tone, Wen Yue shrank her neck, suddenly surprised by her own boldness now.
When she was alive, she would never have dared to speak to him like this—no, she would never have dared to speak to him at all.
Dead or alive, she felt as if her nature, suppressed by the plot, had been liberated.
Besides, she was just a ghost.
As a ghost, why should she be threatened by a human?
No matter how powerful he was, he was still just a human.
As a ghost, she had to maintain the dignity of a ghost.
Thinking this, Wen Yue nodded firmly in her heart, drifted in front of him, and looked down at him from above. “Anyway, if I can’t see it, I won’t be satisfied, and I won’t leave.”
Gong Hengye slowly uncrossed his legs and called her softly, “Wen Yue.”
Wen Yue tilted her chin up slightly. “What?”
Gong Hengye tilted his head. “Do you want to be struck by lightning?”
Wen Yue: “?”
Gong Hengye nodded. “Good girl, get out.”
Wen Yue: “Oh.”
Her aura instantly weakened. She lowered her head and obediently drifted out.
Wah wah wah, ghosts can be struck by lightning. Ghosts have no dignity.