Late at night.
Heavy rain poured down outside. A flash of lightning split the sky, followed by a deafening thunderclap that jolted Wen Xiamoon awake.
She sat up abruptly, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by another thunderous boom.
She instinctively curled up, clutching her blanket tightly.
She had been afraid of thunder since childhood.
Because she had once witnessed a tree being struck by lightning—watching it fall and kill someone. That memory had left a deep psychological scar.
Every time it thundered, she would feel a physiological fear, her mind filled with bloody images.
Another thunderclap rang out.
Wen Xiamoon screamed in panic and jumped out of bed, running barefoot toward the door.
She didn’t even know where she was going—she just wanted somewhere without thunder.
Her screams alarmed Qi Lanzhou in the next room.
When he stepped out, he saw her panicked and helpless figure. Frowning, he quickly walked toward her.
“Wen Xiamoon!”
Her legs went weak and she stumbled forward.
Qi Lanzhou reacted instantly and caught her.
The familiar scent of him enveloped her in an instant. Like grabbing a lifeline, she clung tightly to him.
Her body still trembled uncontrollably.
He lifted her up without hesitation and carried her back into the room.
He placed her gently on the bed and wrapped her in a blanket.
But she still clutched his sleepwear tightly, refusing to let go.
Looking at her pale face, something tugged at his heart. He didn’t pull her away. Instead, he sat down and pulled her into his embrace, shielding her with his body.
“It’s okay. Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
Feeling warmth and safety, Wen Xiamoon slowly began to calm down.
Although she still trembled whenever thunder struck, the intensity had lessened significantly.
Fortunately, the storm only lasted about ten minutes.
She stayed curled in his arms, unwilling to let go. Qi Lanzhou had no choice but to stay with her as she fell asleep.
The next morning.
Aunt Wang saw Qi Lanzhou coming out of Wen Xiamoon’s room.
For the past few days, he had been sleeping with her. She understood everything without needing to ask.
“Good morning, sir. What would you like for breakfast?”
“Same as usual,” he replied, adjusting his sleepwear collar.
“Alright,” Aunt Wang said, turning to leave, then glanced back. “Has madam not woken up yet?”
“Mm. Let her sleep a little longer.”
Aunt Wang smiled. “You’re really good to her.”
Qi Lanzhou didn’t respond, but his ears turned slightly red.
Aunt Wang chuckled and went downstairs. On her way, she ran into other servants.
“It looks like the relationship between sir and madam is getting better. Soon enough, his separate bedroom won’t be needed anymore.”
The others laughed along.
A few days later.
Wen Xiamoon stepped out of the bank wearing sunglasses and a sunhat, dressed in a red deep V dress.
She had just opened a new bank account and transferred two-thirds of her money into it.
She decided not to link this card to any payment apps.
Holding the new card, she finally felt relieved.
After investigating the reason behind her sudden unexplained deductions, she discovered that the original owner had signed automatic payment agreements at various luxury stores.
Whenever Su Yan spent money, it was deducted directly from her account.
Oh my god.
Spending money on a man—especially Su Yan—was basically asking for divine punishment.
Just thinking of Su Yan made her feel like her forehead had been slammed repeatedly.
A stain on her life.
At that moment, her phone buzzed with a WeChat message.
“Moon, come here quickly.”
A location followed.
“That disgusting Su Yan is going to confess to Wen Rou on a cruise ship!”
“He even spent a lot of money buying jewelry to make Wen Rou happy.”
“Where did a illegitimate son like him get that much money?”
“Don’t tell me… it’s your money, Moon?”
Wen Xiamoon gave a bitter laugh.
Her friend, Ning Yao, was the one messaging her—an equally strong dislike of Wen Rou’s pretentious behavior.
They often badmouthed Wen Rou together and even did things against her behind her back.
Unlike Wen Xiamoon, however, Ning Yao didn’t like Su Yan. She had warned her countless times, but the original owner never listened.
But this time was different.
Su Yan was going to confess to Wen Rou.
If Wen Xiamoon saw it herself, maybe she would finally give up.
In truth, she had already lost interest in Su Yan long ago.
She wasn’t the original owner—there was no way she was still stuck in that delusional love mindset.
But when she thought about the 18 million yuan deducted from her account…
She clenched her teeth.
Using my money to chase another girl?
Unacceptable.
She immediately replied:
“I’m coming right now.”
She took a taxi to the location.
Soon, she arrived at the pier.
As she stepped out of the car, she saw a girl waving at her—wearing a denim mini skirt, high ponytail, and pearl accessories on her neck and ears.
“Moon! Over here!”
It was Ning Yao.
Wen Xiamoon walked over. Ning Yao grabbed her and looked her up and down.
“Your outfit… it looks different from before?”
Wen Xiamoon took off her sunglasses, revealing her eyes. “Does it not look good?”
“It looks great! This is how you should dress.”
The original owner had loved Su Yan, and Su Yan liked Wen Rou’s innocent, white-flower style. So she often imitated Wen Rou’s dressing.
But her true style was bold and striking.
Now, in the red dress, her skin looked like snow, her eyes bright and beautiful—she stood out in any crowd.
Especially her figure, accentuated by the deep V neckline.
Ning Yao stared at her.
She had always believed Wen Xiamoon, when properly dressed, could outshine Wen Rou by ten streets.
“Let’s go,” Ning Yao said excitedly, pulling her toward the cruise ship. “Let’s show Su Yan what kind of stunning woman he’s been blind to!”
The cruise ship had been booked by Su Yan for his confession to Wen Rou.
Everyone on board was either close to Su Yan and Wen Rou or connected through family business ties with the Su and Wen families.
Ning Yao normally wouldn’t associate with them, but she came purely to watch the drama unfold.