Xie Wantang didn’t want to talk about Lu Yanshen’s white moonlight.
She had watched Xu Yanqiu’s live stream last night and knew about the explosive sales figures.
In fact, it was precisely because she knew that she rushed over right after finishing breakfast.
To be honest, the Lu family villa was huge. Not only could they easily set aside a room for her to indulge in her beloved flowers, plants, and medicinal herbs, but they could even spare the entire courtyard for her to grow herbs—there was more than enough space.
However, because Lu Yanshen once said he didn’t want the house to look too messy or filled with strange smells, Xie Wantang moved her studio to Xu Yanqiu’s place.
As for the space to grow flowers and medicinal herbs, she used the money she earned and the monthly allowance Lu Yanshen gave her to lease a plantation.
She had her own career; she wasn’t the kind of full-time housewife Lu Yanshen imagined her to be.
And she certainly wasn’t a freeloader.
Sometimes, she really couldn’t understand why Lu Yanshen looked down on her so much.
But it didn’t matter. Everything she did and the life she lived were based on her own preferences.
Since childhood, she had been exceptionally quick at learning and excelled at many things. Among her areas of expertise, she chose a few of her favorite pursuits to focus on.
No matter how dazzling Xia Meng might be, her brilliance relied on the spotlight, standing at the center of the stage and being praised by fans, which lent her actress identity the halo of a star.
But such dazzling fame, built on the admiration of others, wouldn’t last long.
The entertainment industry moved at a rapid pace. Even veteran actors from the past had been swept away without a trace, let alone someone like Xia Meng, who was propped up by hype and a carefully crafted persona?
She had acted in many dramas, but her representative works were pitifully few.
In the future, once her fans stopped buying into her image, Xia Meng’s career would be over.
However, Xia Meng was clever. She probably knew that fans couldn’t be relied on forever, which was why she had latched onto Lu Yanshen, wasn’t it?
“Who is Lu Yanshen’s white moonlight? Do I know her? Tell me, and I’ll go meet her on your behalf.”
Xu Yanqiu chased Xie Wantang to the door of her studio.
“Who his white moonlight is doesn’t matter. Right now, our incense is in critically short supply. Don’t bother me—I need to focus on work.”
“…”
Xu Yanqiu was left standing outside the door, her curiosity burning.
Since Xie Wantang refused to say, Xu Yanqiu took out her phone and searched, using the keyword: 【Lu Group President Lu’s White Moonlight】.
Soon, the powerful internet algorithm pushed several results her way.
Because the subtitles were accurate, Xu Yanqiu quickly found what she was looking for.
But—
“Oh my god, holy crap.” Xu Yanqiu jumped up.
Lu Yanshen’s white moonlight was actually Xia Meng, her newly idolized goddess?
In the next second, Xu Yanqiu decisively decided to unfollow her.
…
Xie Wantang turned off her phone and focused on fulfilling orders, working nonstop in the studio at Xu Yanqiu’s house for three full days.
Because she had inexplicably gone off the grid for three days, both the Lu and Xie families were thrown into chaos.
Neither the Lu family nor the Xie family had a clear understanding of Xie Wantang’s social connections, so despite searching for three days, neither side had found any leads.
It wasn’t until Old Mrs. Lu pressured Lu Yanshen, telling him not to focus solely on work and to come back and deal with his marital issues first.
If the home front was in turmoil, what was the point of achieving success in his career?
Lu Yanshen showed up at Xu Yanqiu’s doorstep early on the fourth morning, unshaven and accompanied by Pei Xiao.
When the doorbell rang violently, Xie Wantang was still asleep. Xu Yanqiu stumbled out of her bedroom, cursing under her breath as she went to answer the door. Damn, it’s tough being a wage slave.
After working nonstop for three days and nights, they had finally managed to deliver the goods.
She couldn’t help but admire Xie Wantang. After this order, she felt like Xie Wantang would need a solid two days and nights of sleep to recover.
But dreams were one thing, and reality was a whole other mess.
They hadn’t even slept for ten hours yet, and some idiot was already ringing the wrong doorbell, asking for trouble.
“Which bastard is ringing the doorbell this early in the morning? Your auntie here—”
Xu Yanqiu, with her messy hair and slippers, cursed as she opened the door.
She didn’t even bother asking who it was before opening—partly because she was still half-asleep, and partly because she had an inexplicable confidence in the security of their neighborhood.
The reason she had bought a second-hand apartment in this complex was because she had heard it had zero incidents—no safety issues had ever been reported.
Especially for a single woman, personal safety was a top priority.
But the moment she saw Lu Yanshen standing at the door, her curses died in her throat.
She slammed the door shut, but it didn’t close completely—Lu Yanshen pushed it back open.
Lu Yanshen stood at the doorway, not intending to barge in recklessly. He said, “Tell Xie Wantang to come out.”
“She’s not here.”
“That suitcase—I bought it from the U.S., a limited custom edition. Does Miss Xu have the same one? A wage slave wouldn’t splurge on a suitcase from this brand. Only a capitalist would.”
Lu Yanshen spoke slowly and deliberately. Xu Yanqiu had proudly called herself a wage slave and mocked him as a bloodsucking capitalist before—he had heard it, more than once.
In truth, Xie Wantang had woken up the moment the doorbell rang.
For some reason, ever since she found out she was pregnant, her sleep had become lighter.
Even Xu Yanqiu getting up in the middle of the night could wake her.
Let alone Lu Yanshen’s persistent, annoying doorbell ringing.
Outside, Xu Yanqiu, confident that Lu Yanshen wouldn’t force his way into her home—and prepared to call the police the moment he tried—stood blocking the doorway. She neither moved aside nor went to fetch Xie Wantang.
Let’s see who’s more stubborn.
Click—
Just as the two sides were locked in a standoff, on the verge of escalating, Xie Wantang opened her bedroom door and stepped out.
Dark circles under her eyes, already dressed, she walked to a corner of the living room and pulled out the suitcase she had brought from home. “Lu Yanshen, I’ll go back with you.”
“Good. I’ll wait for you downstairs. Five minutes.”
With that, Lu Yanshen turned and left.
“Lu Yanshen is such a dog of a man,” Xu Yanqiu fumed, but Lu Yanshen was already in the elevator and out of earshot. She turned to grab Xie Wantang’s hand. “Tangtang, can’t you have a little more backbone?”
“He’s still tangled up with his white moonlight, and you’re going back with him?”
“I have to go back. How else can I discuss the divorce?” Xie Wantang chuckled lightly.
After three days of intense work, she now faced Lu Yanshen with far more composure than she had three days ago.
“…Divorce? You’re going back to divorce him? Well, that’s good, that’s good. Go for it! Keep me updated on any progress!”
“Mm.”
Within the time limit Lu Yanshen had set, Xie Wantang went downstairs.
Lu Yanshen was already in the car, while Pei Xiao stood outside. Seeing Xie Wantang approach, he stepped forward proactively, “Madam, let me help you put your suitcase in the trunk.”
“Thank you.”
Xie Wantang glanced at the tightly closed rear door. She first opened the front passenger door, only to find it occupied by a one-meter-tall stuffed toy.
With no other choice, Xie Wantang reopened the rear door and got in. Lu Yanshen was on a phone call, speaking in an exceptionally gentle tone, seemingly coaxing the person on the other end. “Yes, if you like it, buy it. Stay a couple more days before coming back, enjoy yourself. On the day you return, I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
“…”
Xie Wantang guessed the person on the other end of the call was Xia Meng.