They lived inside a book. Yan Jiaojiao was the despised, malicious female supporting character, while the male lead, Xie Chuanyan, was a business tycoon. Almost everyone believed that Yan Jiaojiao, the spoiled and willful young lady, was the woman he loved.
Until one day, the white moonlight in his heart came knocking. Seeing their similar profiles, Yan Jiaojiao realized she had been nothing but a substitute.
Years ago, the female lead—the white moonlight—fell ill and, believing she was on the brink of death, spread news of her passing. After recovering, she returned to the country to win Xie Chuanyan back.
The female lead caused a scene at the wedding banquet. Xie Chuanyan abandoned Yan Jiaojiao at the altar and eloped with the female lead, turning Yan Jiaojiao into a complete laughingstock. In the end, Xie Chuanyan and the female lead lived happily ever after, hailed by all as a match made in heaven.
And what about Yan Jiaojiao? Unable to swallow her anger, she repeatedly set traps for the female lead, eventually provoking Xie Chuanyan’s wrath. He had her buried in the wilderness, her body torn beyond recognition.
With the omniscient perspective now, Yan Jiaojiao was relieved that everything could still be changed.
Yan Jiaojiao pushed him away with all her strength, her gaze filled with hatred. No matter how infatuated she had once been with Xie Chuanyan, she would never give him the slightest chance to hurt her.
Didn’t he have a white moonlight in his heart? Then she wished them eternal happiness—just not with her.
She, Yan Jiaojiao, was the renowned young lady of the prestigious Yan family in the capital. There was no need for her to obsess over a single man.
Caught off guard by the push, Xie Chuanyan’s eyes flickered with surprise. Over the years, no matter how angry Yan Jiaojiao had been, she had never looked at him with such cold, disgusted eyes. She had always been clingy like a kitten and easy to coax.
“Xie Chuanyan, I want to break off the engagement.”
The hospital room fell into an eerie silence. Xie Chuanyan straightened his tie, his expression stern and cold. The chilling aura radiating from him made Xie Kejia shiver.
Xie Kejia knew this was a sign of her brother’s anger—the last time she had seen it was when Yan Jiaojiao sneaked out to drink.
She cautiously glanced at Yan Jiaojiao and whispered, “Sweetie, you were the one who proposed to my brother back then. This…”
“So what? Can’t I change my mind?”
Yan Feng was exasperated by his daughter’s words. Although he didn’t want Yan Jiaojiao to marry so soon, he couldn’t afford to offend Xie Chuanyan like this.
The Yan and Xie families still had business collaborations.
Besides, only Xie Chuanyan could handle Yan Jiaojiao’s spoiled temper. Yan Feng didn’t trust anyone else to take care of her.
Unaware of her father’s pleading gaze, Yan Jiaojiao crossed her arms and lifted her chin, looking utterly haughty.
The doctor in the room had long since discreetly left. Xie Kejia caught a glimpse of Xie Chuanyan’s terrifying expression and swallowed her words.
Assistant Hao, standing beside Xie Chuanyan, frantically signaled Yan Jiaojiao from behind to take back her words. After all, given Xie Chuanyan’s vindictive nature, daring to dump him would surely cost Yan Jiaojiao dearly.
Xie Chuanyan stepped forward, his slender fingers lifting her chin. Dark, turbulent emotions swirled in his black pupils, and an uncontrollable ferocity made Yan Jiaojiao instinctively shrink back.
“Yan Jiaojiao, say that again.”
His tone was icy and furious, completely shedding his usual calm facade. The oppressive aura around him was enough to crush her. Yan Jiaojiao trembled, her eyes instantly reddening, too afraid to speak again.
The man’s warm thumb brushed away the tear at the corner of her eye as he leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Don’t let there be a next time.”
The words carried a warning, yet held a hint of gentleness.
Only after Xie Chuanyan left the room did the frozen air begin to thaw. Yan Jiaojiao gently rubbed her sore chin where he had gripped her.She cautiously glanced at the door and motioned for Yan Feng to come closer. “Dad.”
Hearing Yan Jiaojiao’s pitiful voice, Yan Feng knew she was frightened—and not just her. He himself had been intimidated by Xie Chuanyan’s presence moments earlier. No wonder Xie Chuanyan thrived in the business world; he naturally exuded the aura of a king.
Yan Feng couldn’t help but worry about Yan Jiaojiao. With her temperament, she would surely suffer greatly if she went up against Xie Chuanyan.
Yan Jiaojiao pouted and mumbled, “I want to call off the engagement.”
Her tone was less assertive than before, tinged with a hint of guilt. Xie Kejia couldn’t help but laugh at her defeated expression.
Yan Jiaojiao shot her a light glare before turning back to Yan Feng with a pitiful look. “Did you see how fierce he was just now? He scared me. What if he becomes abusive after we get married? Wuwuwu…”
“Knock, knock.”
The sound of knocking startled Yan Jiaojiao, making her almost jump off the bed.
Thinking Xie Chuanyan had returned, she only calmed down after seeing who it was.
Assistant Hao cleared his throat and placed several limited-edition handbags on the table. “Miss Yan, these are gifts from President Xie to welcome you back to the country.”
Yan Jiaojiao’s eyes were glued to the exquisite, beautiful bags. She swallowed hard but, remembering they were from Xie Chuanyan, gritted her teeth and said, “I don’t want them.”
“I don’t like them. They’re ugly.”
Xie Kejia admired her ability to lie so blatantly and silently applauded her in her heart.
And so, Yan Jiaojiao paid the price for her stubbornness, watching helplessly as the beautiful bags drifted farther and farther away until they disappeared entirely.
Yan Jiaojiao clung to Yan Feng’s arm, pretending to cry. Eventually, thinking about the designer bags she had lost, her tears became genuine.
“Wuwu… call off the engagement.”
Yan Feng looked down at her and sighed deeply. “Jiaojiao, you’ve lost over three years of memories. Everyone has seen how much you’ve loved Chuanyan all these years.”
“You insisted on getting engaged to Chuanyan during your freshman year of college, and I agreed. Now, you’re graduating in just a month, and it was agreed you’d marry right after graduation. Calling off the engagement at this critical moment—what will the Xie family think?”
Yan Jiaojiao blinked. “But I don’t want to marry anymore.”
Thinking about the ending in the book, she still found it absurd. She had met Xie Chuanyan in her first year of high school and, being a sucker for good looks, pursued him for a year before winning him over.
The book did mention her engagement to Xie Chuanyan during her freshman year, but the actual wedding was delayed by several years. She wondered if Xie Chuanyan had deliberately been waiting for the female lead to appear.
In any case, she absolutely refused to become a puppet in the book and repeat the same mistakes.
A sudden idea flashed in Yan Jiaojiao’s mind: What if she found and exposed the so-called “white moonlight”? Then Xie Chuanyan surely wouldn’t force her to marry. She could even play the victim and make a clean exit!
Yan Jiaojiao thought this plan was brilliant and couldn’t suppress the smile on her lips. She let go of Yan Feng’s arm and obediently waited for the nurse to insert the IV needle.
This engagement was definitely getting called off!
Yan Feng had a few meetings to attend and left first, asking Aunt Li from home to take care of Yan Jiaojiao.
Xie Kejia watched Yan Jiaojiao playing games and peeled a second apple for her.
“Jiaojiao.”
“Hmm?”
Yan Jiaojiao’s eyes sparkled. Though she had lost several years of memories, her gaming skills remained intact, and she was getting more and more into it.
“You don’t like my brother anymore?”
Xie Kejia asked cautiously. Yan Jiaojiao didn’t even glance at her and mumbled, “Hmm.”
Her hands paused for a second while gaming, and a faint discomfort stirred in her heart. But the feeling of bitterness quickly faded.
Who hasn’t loved the wrong person in their youth? At least she had stopped her losses in time.Yan Jiaojiao pouted, really wanting to sing a song: Love isn’t something you can buy just because you want to… Scumbag, get lost, scumbag, leave, let go of your love…
Xie Kejia hadn’t expected her to be serious and grew a bit anxious. “You used to really like my brother. It’s all because of this stupid amnesia that knocked away all your emotions and desires.”
Yan Jiaojiao snorted. “My memory stops at eighteen. I remember I started chasing Xie Chuanyan when I was sixteen. I guess I liked him back then, but let’s just say I’ve come to my senses. What’s so great about dating compared to making money?”
“How old am I this year?”
Xie Kejia: “You’ll be twenty-two in three months.”
Yan Jiaojiao: “How old is your brother?”
Xie Kejia: “He’s twenty-seven this year.”
Yan Jiaojiao: “Five years older than me, almost hitting thirty. An old man still wants to nibble on this tender grass from the green prairie? Dream on.”
Xie Kejia fell silent for two seconds. “You used to say age wasn’t a problem, that older men give a sense of security.”
Yan Jiaojiao scored first blood in the game, her gold coins steadily rising. She happily shook her head. “Youthful recklessness, I guess. I need to rein it in and cut my losses in time. In the future, this young lady’s empire will surely rival nations in wealth.”
Xie Kejia pursed her lips, interrupting her daydream. “But you haven’t passed your graduation thesis yet.”
“Professor Liu said if you fail again, he’ll make you repeat a year.”
Yan Jiaojiao frowned, losing interest in the game. “But I have amnesia! I’m eighteen now. How could I possibly write a graduation thesis?”
“Are there many people who repeat a year?”
Xie Kejia: “Hard to say.”
Yan Jiaojiao: “What do you mean?”
Xie Kejia: “If you repeat, you’ll go down in A University’s history. After all, it’s unprecedented.”
Yan Jiaojiao: “…”