Wen Yue drifted out of the bedroom, but she didn’t know where to go or what to do.
The thunder and lightning outside frightened her, so she sat down outside Gong Hengye’s bedroom door, leaning against the corner of the wall, hugging her knees as she stared blankly.
She was truly lost now.
After her death, she had seen many things and understood why she had ended up like this.
Because if she didn’t die, Gong Chen wouldn’t feel regret or leave Wen Xi.
Wen Xi wouldn’t become depressed or meet Gong Hengye.
So she had to die.
In the end, her life and death were just part of their play!
Thus, she was forced by the plot to commit suicide, yet she was unwilling, dying with grievances and unable to rest in peace.
At that time, a voice whispered in her ear.
This plot world was different from others—the main focus here was the male lead.
In other words, this world was from the male lead’s perspective. He was the absolute chosen one of this world, and whoever he fell in love with would become the female lead.
So, if she wanted to be reborn, the only way was to completely break up the male and female leads and make the male lead fall in love with her.
A supporting female character could rise to become the female lead, and after gaining the Female Lead’s Halo, she could be reborn.
In other words, if she wanted to live again, only Gong Hengye could help her.
That’s why she sought out Gong Hengye.
She thought that since she was originally Gong Hengye’s white moonlight, turning the white moonlight into his true love shouldn’t be too difficult.
But Wen Yue couldn’t explain why—sometimes she felt he must truly like her, and other times he seemed particularly indifferent, not really like someone who liked her.
So annoying.
Why was this man so hard to read?
Right now, she had no idea how to make him fall in love with her or stop him from being with Wen Xi.
Besides, she was just a soul now.
Would a normal man fall in love with a ghost?
Just as Wen Yue was feeling troubled, the bedroom door opened, and Gong Hengye walked past her.
But after only a few steps, he turned back, looking down at Wen Yue curled up by his door. He narrowed his eyes slightly. “What are you doing here?”
Wen Yue looked up, her tone pitiful. “I don’t know where to go.”
Gong Hengye stared at her for two seconds but didn’t respond further. Instead, he turned and headed downstairs.
Wen Yue puffed out her cheeks in frustration.
See, see? With an attitude like this, was this really how you treated a white moonlight?
Making him fall in love with her might be harder than choosing to continue being a ghost and cultivating immortality!
Despite her frustration, Wen Yue quietly got up and followed him.
Gong Hengye entered the kitchen.
Wen Yue peeked in from outside the kitchen, feeling somewhat surprised.
A man like Gong Hengye actually cooked for himself?
Gong Chen never did.
Indeed, Gong Hengye was the male lead configuration—capable in the kitchen and presentable in the living room.
Before long, Gong Hengye came out with a plate of spaghetti.
He sat down at the dining table, and Wen Yue proactively floated over to take the seat to his left, staring at him eagerly.
Most of the time, Gong Hengye didn’t see her as much of a ghost.
Aside from her unusually pale face and lips.
Gong Hengye gave her a fleeting glance but didn’t shoo her away. Instead, he picked up his silver fork, ready to eat.
Wen Yue looked at the spaghetti on Gong Hengye’s plate and unconsciously swallowed, even though she had no saliva.
His spaghetti looked delicious.
The more she looked, the hungrier she felt, as if she were starving and losing strength.
Wen Yue bent over, resting her soft cheek on the table, her lips slightly pouted as she continued to watch him.Even though Gong Hengye tried to ignore it, her gaze was too intense and her expression too aggrieved, making him inexplicably feel awkward, as if he were selfishly enjoying a meal alone.
It made it hard to swallow.
Unable to ignore it any longer, he looked up and asked her, “Want some?”
Wen Yue pouted and nodded, “Yes.”
On the day she took her own life, she hadn’t eaten anything all day, only drinking half a bottle of red wine before dying.
Thinking about it now, she was still a hungry ghost.
How pitiful.
Gong Hengye paused, helplessly set down his silver fork, and said, “Wait.”
Wen Yue immediately straightened up, watching him get up and head to the kitchen.
Could she eat too?
Could a soul eat spaghetti?
She suddenly grew hopeful, blinking as she watched him walk into the kitchen, open the cabinet above, take something out, and then turn back.
So fast?
Wen Yue swallowed her “saliva,” only to see him place a beautiful crystal candleholder in front of her, with the candle inside already lit.
The flame burned with a warm yellow glow. Gong Hengye generously gestured with his chin, “Eat.”
Wen Yue: “…”
Seeing her stiffen her little face without moving, Gong Hengye was genuinely puzzled, “Don’t like it? Don’t ghosts all eat this?”
“?”
Wen Yue pouted even higher, “But I’ve just become a ghost, I haven’t learned how to eat yet.”
Gong Hengye nodded, also seeming troubled, “But I can’t exactly teach you, right?”
Wen Yue: “?”
He was really annoying.
Gong Hengye ignored her after that, picking up his silver fork to eat his pasta, finally able to enjoy it with a clear conscience.
Wen Yue glanced at him, then at the lit candle in front of her.
A faint blue smoke rose with the flame.
She blinked, recalling scenes from TV shows she’d watched before, and curiously leaned her nose toward the flame, inhaling and exhaling.
She felt nothing.
She tilted her head to look at the flame again, thought for a moment, and leaned in even closer.
The tip of the flame brushed past the tip of her nose. Wen Yue suddenly frowned, letting out a soft “Mmm,” and quickly lifted her head.
Gong Hengye had actually been watching her with amusement, seeing her genuinely “learn” to eat the candle.
Her silly demeanor was still much like it had been when she was sixteen.
Only now did his gaze shift slightly, “What’s wrong?”
Wen Yue covered her nose and looked up at him, her delicate little face almost scrunching into a ball, “It hurts?”
Could ghosts feel pain?
Gong Hengye frowned, took her wrist, and moved her hand away from her nose. His pupils then contracted slightly.
Her face was still pale, but the tip of her nose was actually a little red.
This went beyond Gong Hengye’s understanding of ghosts.
Of course, his so-called understanding of ghosts came from all sorts of messy books and TV shows, so what a real ghost was like, he was only now discovering.
She wasn’t transparent or illusory in front of him.
She had a tangible presence—visible, touchable, even huggable.
And now, her “skin” could turn red from being lightly brushed by a flame.
Gong Hengye stared at the tip of her nose, his gaze growing deep.
So, was she afraid of fire?
Wen Yue felt a bit uncomfortable under Gong Hengye’s stare. She touched her nose with her other hand, “What’s wrong?”
Gong Hengye released her hand without answering. Instead, he called Cheng Yong’an:
“Are you at the hospital?”
“Go check if there are any changes to Wen Yue’s body.”A few minutes later, Cheng Yong’an called back, his tone unusually strange. “How did you know something changed? It’s incredible—her nose suddenly turned a bit red, and even developed a very small blister.”
Cheng Yong’an’s astonishment was completely unrestrained. “Old Nine, do you think I should send her to a human laboratory for thorough research?”
Wen Yue was so frightened by this that she nearly jumped up.
Gong Hengye glanced at her panicked expression and coldly replied to Cheng Yong’an, “Sure, but you’ll accompany her. The research value of a living person is far greater than that of a dead one.”
Cheng Yong’an: “?”
Gong Hengye didn’t want to say more. “Keep an eye on her. Don’t let anyone near that hospital room.”
After hanging up, he turned to Wen Yue and said sternly, “Stay away from fire from now on.”
Wen Yue responded with a confused “Oh.”
Rubbing her still-uncomfortable nose, she noticed Gong Hengye’s inexplicably displeased expression and tentatively asked in a small voice, “Uncle, do you hope I can come back to life?”
Gong Hengye met her hopeful gaze and replied impassively, “To be honest, whether you live or die isn’t something I particularly care about.”
Such a heartless remark.
Wen Yue blinked, her eyes downcast with disappointment. “Oh.”
She knew it—thinking she was some kind of white moonlight was just wishful thinking.
Her emotions were too transparent, written all over her face without any attempt to conceal them.
Gong Hengye looked at her and slowly said, “However, if it were that little kitten from when she was sixteen, I would hope she comes back to life.”
That kitten, though timid and foolish, shouldn’t have died like that.
“Kitten?”
Wen Yue was taken aback. “What kitten?”
Gong Hengye couldn’t be bothered to explain further. After all the commotion, he had lost his appetite. He picked up the barely touched bowl of noodles and headed to the kitchen.
Wen Yue was still pondering the meaning of his words when the doorbell suddenly rang.
Gong Hengye glanced through the door and suddenly smirked, turning to look at Wen Yue. “Your fiancé is here.”
Wen Yue: “?”
Of course, Gong Chen hadn’t come alone. He had brought reinforcements—the patriarch of the Gong family, Gong Yuanren.
Gong Yuanren, nearly seventy, still stood tall and straight, his energy and spirit remarkably vibrant. As soon as he entered, he voiced his displeasure. “A Chen says you’ve hidden his future wife?”
Gong Chen stood beside Gong Yuanren, his eyes red. Even though he tried to restrain himself in front of the elder, the resentment in his eyes was unmistakable. He gritted his teeth and said, “Uncle, give Wen Yue back to me.”
He was convinced Gong Hengye had hidden Wen Yue away.
In any case, he refused to accept that Wen Yue would commit suicide.
Gong Hengye had little patience for such self-deceiving foolishness.
He lazily settled onto the sofa, crossing his legs casually. His gaze drifted toward Wen Yue, who was still lingering in the dining area, and he smiled faintly. “So, you brought him here to catch us in the act?”
Gong Yuanren sat opposite him, sternly saying, “If she’s really here, bring her out immediately. Causing discord between uncle and nephew over a woman—what kind of impression would that give if word got out?”
Gong Hengye glanced sideways at Gong Chen. “Since he thinks I’ve hidden her, let him search for himself. See if he can find her?”
Gong Chen clenched his fists tightly, showing no hesitation. Upon hearing this, he rushed upstairs straight to the bedroom.
Wen Yue pursed her lips, watching him, then floated up after him.
Gong Hengye narrowed his eyes slightly at the sight, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.After Gong Chen went upstairs, Gong Yuanren instantly dropped his stern expression and leaned in close to Gong Hengye with a gossipy tone. “You brat, have you really taken a liking to that little girl?”
Gong Hengye narrowed his eyes without responding. Gong Yuanren frowned and sighed, “What kind of thing have you done? If you liked that little girl, you could have told me, old man. I would have helped you by having them break off the engagement first. Why did you have to resort to such forceful tactics, seizing and hiding her away?”
Gong Yuanren glared at him with disappointment. “Let me tell you, the result of such forceful actions is usually a ‘chasing your wife into a crematorium’ scenario.”
Gong Hengye’s eyebrow twitched, and he sighed helplessly. “What have you been watching with Butler Deng lately?”
Gong Yuanren replied, “Not watching. He said watching things hurts the eyes, so he just lets me listen. Oh, lately, I’ve been listening to a lot of Xihongshi.”
“…”
Gong Hengye rubbed his temples in exasperation. “I haven’t taken a liking to that little girl, and she really isn’t here.”
“Then where is she…”
“Dead.”
Gong Yuanren’s expression changed slightly. “Really dead?”
He still looked surprised. “How did that little girl die? Was it really suicide?”
Gong Hengye leaned back on the sofa, turned his head to look toward the bedroom upstairs, and said lightly, “She was constantly blamed on trending searches, criticized every day, unloved by her family, and ignored by her fiancé. When the wedding was postponed, everyone’s opinions were asked except hers.”
After a pause, Gong Hengye added, “She was just a young girl.”
Hearing this, Gong Yuanren frowned even more tightly. “Now that you mention it, she really was pitiful.”
Gong Hengye curled his lips mockingly. “So, when you, old man, joined the Wen family in bullying that little girl, did you ever think about the fate of those evil fathers-in-law in Xihongshi stories?”
Gong Yuanren: “?”
He really hadn’t heard of that.
Gong Hengye patted his shoulder and stood up. “Also, since you’re getting old, you shouldn’t listen to stories about forceful seizures and hiding beauties anymore. It’s not good for your health. I don’t think Gong Chen would want another uncle or aunt either.”
Gong Yuanren: “?”
Watching Gong Hengye slowly walk upstairs, Gong Yuanren finally reacted, his face darkening as he picked up a cushion from the sofa and threw it at him. “You little bastard, how dare you mock your old man like that?”
Upstairs, Gong Chen was frantically searching the bedroom, calling out “Yueyue” and “Baby.”
His voice was hoarse, and as he searched, it grew choked with sobs. “Baby, come out. I’ll take you home.”
He looked in the bathroom, the dressing room, under the bed…
He searched from the master bedroom to the guest room, his eyes growing redder. “I was wrong, I was really wrong. Baby, forgive me.”
“As long as you come back with me, I promise I won’t listen to anyone else anymore. I’ll only treat you well, okay?”
After searching every possible hiding place, he still couldn’t find Wen Yue.
The last shred of hope seemed to shatter, and the fact he had been unwilling to admit suddenly rose like a sharp blade, gleaming coldly and telling him that what Gong Hengye said was true.
Wen Yue was already dead!
But how could that be?
She clearly knew he loved her. Everything he did was just to make up for Wen Xi.
She understood him, didn’t she?
With the last hope gone, he suddenly lost all strength. His pride and arrogance vanished, and the fear of loss weighed him down, bending him over.
His back hit the wall, and he lowered his head, covering his face. His sobs were now unmistakable. “Baby, don’t do this to me, please…”Wen Yue had been silently following behind him, watching him frantically search everywhere, then utter those words that now sounded utterly ridiculous.
When she was alive, his mouth was always full of “Xi Bao.”
Only after she died did he realize she was his baby.
He stopped, and Wen Yue stood before him.
She tilted her head, studying him carefully.
Childhood sweethearts—she thought she loved him, yet it seemed she had never truly understood him.
At eighteen, she ran away from home, having just learned she wasn’t the biological daughter of the Wen family. It felt as if the sky had fallen.
Back then, only he had stayed by her side, helping her.
Until Wen Xi suddenly appeared, standing between them.
She had even thought that if he liked Wen Xi, she could simply break off their engagement.
But he said no.
He said he loved her.
Yet everything he did only hurt her.
She desperately wanted to ask him, “Gong Chen, do you really love me?”
But just as she began to speak, Gong Chen, who had been hanging his head, suddenly looked up.
A glimmer of hope flickered in his bloodshot eyes, his voice broken and choked with emotion: “Baby, is that you?”
Wen Yue’s eyes widened in shock.
Could he see her?
That shouldn’t be possible.
Yet Gong Chen had already raised his hand, reaching toward her direction, “Baby, is it you?”
As his palm was about to touch her cheek, Wen Yue panicked and stepped back. At the same moment, Gong Hengye’s voice drifted in softly, “Have you found her, your…”
His gaze drifted toward Wen Yue, and he finished the last two words with biting sarcasm, “Baby~”