My White Moonlight Is You!

The original text glossed over the multi-car pileup in the torrential rain. After that, it described Lu Li, the protagonist shou, returning home after finishing his studies abroad and signing with Power One. Naturally, Xuan Zhe was the one caught up in the accident. To highlight Lu Li's kindness, Xuan Zhe went from a domineering CEO who had everything under control to a crazed madman with no feeling in his legs and rage simmering every moment. A favored son of heaven met with disaster overnight; everyone around him either kept far away or mocked him behind his back. It was only because of Lu Li's arrival that Xuan Zhe gradually climbed out of the abyss, before falling completely in love with the young man.

When Wen Shuang had read that part, he had felt as stifled as if he had been force-fed shit. Was that really necessary? Just because Lu Li was in the middle of a cold war with the protagonist gong, Zheng Yuanfei, did they have to drag out a second male lead as a catalyst for them? And why should Xuan Zhe pay the price? Crippled legs, unrequited love—what was the author trying to say? Not everyone bought into the standard deeply devoted second male lead trope. At the very least, Lu Li did not deserve it.

Wen Shuang took the elevator straight to the twenty-sixth floor, only to find the office completely empty. Cao Nanyu was nowhere to be seen either.

His heart pounded like a drum, deafening him. The powerful unease made his ears ring for a moment, and all that flashed through his mind were every encounter he had had with Xuan Zhe since arriving in this world. It should not be like this. He could not have come all this way only to let everything become utterly terrible, could he?

"Huh? Wen Shuang?" The new assistant Cao Nanyu had been personally training stepped out of the elevator. She was a young woman in her early twenties, with delicate features and bright eyes, looking exceptionally lively at a glance. She gave him a familiar, indulgent smile. "Why are you here?"

Wen Shuang's face had gone pale. Like he had spotted a savior, he said, "Xiaoxiao, where is President Xuan?!"

Xu Xiaoxiao sensed that something was wrong and turned slightly serious. "The meeting should be over by now, right? President Xuan has something at two this afternoon—"

Before Xu Xiaoxiao could finish, Wen Shuang had already sprinted toward the meeting room. He had called both Xuan Zhe and Cao Nanyu on his way here, but neither had answered. That meant they could not be in the car. They had to be in the meeting room!

They were indeed in the meeting room, along with all the senior executives. Xuan Zhe was reprimanding someone over a work error. His tone was calm and even, yet he could scold someone until their face turned red.

Could someone please come save us?! everyone silently cried.

Heaven had heard them. The meeting room door was shoved open with a loud bang!

Xuan Zhe frowned sharply and looked up, his gaze razor-sharp and icy. Whoever had interrupted him had better have a reasonable explanation today, or they could pack up and leave immediately!

But Xuan Zhe had not expected it to be Wen Shuang.

Wen Shuang was drenched in sweat, several strands of hair stuck to his forehead as he panted heavily. The panic in his eyes had yet to fade, so intense it stabbed hard into Xuan Zhe's heart.

Cao Nanyu was startled too. The moment he saw Wen Shuang, his head began to ache. What was this about? A few days ago, Wen Shuang had acted like a mouse spotting a cat whenever he saw President Xuan, avoiding him so thoroughly that President Xuan's expression had grown worse by the day. And now he had interrupted an important meeting. Cao Nanyu really wanted to say, "Shuang, if you want to resign, just say so. Don't go to extremes."

Wen Shuang stared fixedly at Xuan Zhe, as though he needed to confirm again and again that the man was safe and sound. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

Cao Nanyu spoke up at the right moment. "What is it, Wen Shuang?" You had better have something urgent, or President Xuan could eat you alive.

"President... President Xuan..." Wen Shuang's breathing was uneven. His chest hurt badly from running too fast, but that person was still here. The immense good fortune enveloped him once more. Thinking of how the original novel described Xuan Zhe's life after the accident—"worse than death" and "utterly bleak" would barely cover it—then looking at the man's composed bearing and steadfast eyes now, Wen Shuang suddenly found his courage. He took a deep breath, as though bracing himself, and said word by word, "Xuan Zhe, I have something to tell you."

Everyone: Wow~~~

That was classic confession dialogue from an idol drama.

Everyone here had contributed to the company forum's pairing thread for these two. They all looked serious on the surface, but who knew what they were thinking underneath? Someone had brought up all the gossip about Wen Shuang and Jiang Ning online that morning, speculating that President Xuan's foul mood these past two days was because of it. Some people had opposed that idea, but now they had been slapped in the face.

Could it be that President Xuan had gotten angry over those online rumors, had a cold war with Wen Shuang, and that had led to all sorts of things? Had Wen Shuang finally been unable to hold back and decided to take the initiative?

This was amazing!

The managers being scolded had originally looked ashen-faced, but now they sprang back to life, glowing with delight. They would not mind being scolded for a few more minutes.

Wen Shuang was not someone who lacked a sense of propriety. Xuan Zhe did not think as wildly as they did either. He was only more concerned with what had caused the young man's panic.

Xuan Zhe stood. "All right. We'll end the meeting here."

As Xuan Zhe's trusted aide, Cao Nanyu could not stand this sort of "special treatment." He quietly said from the side, "President Xuan, interrupting a meeting is a serious matter. His pay should be docked."

Xuan Zhe turned to him with an icy expression. "Want to sit in this position instead?"

Cao Nanyu: "..." I should be under a car.

The moment Xuan Zhe and Wen Shuang disappeared, the meeting room exploded.

Wen Shuang followed behind Xuan Zhe with his head lowered. They entered the office. Wen Shuang remained standing while Xuan Zhe poured a cup of hot water and set it on the desk, signaling for him to sit before asking, "Go ahead. What is it?"

"I heard Xiaoxiao say you have plans this afternoon?" Wen Shuang asked.

Xuan Zhe said, "Yes. And?"

"Then can you not go?" Wen Shuang looked up at the man, his eyes damp and bright. He had no idea how inviting he looked as he continued on his own, "There's going to be torrential rain these next few days, the worst in ten years. It's dangerous to go out."

Xuan Zhe fell silent. His expression shifted from shock to something complicated. He could not understand what Wen Shuang was so afraid of. What did heavy rain have to do with his work?

"That's it?"

"Don't go out." Wen Shuang clung stubbornly to the point. "The roads will be slippery in the rain. Something will definitely happen!"

Xuan Zhe was a little angry, but also somewhat warmed. Slippery roads did not mean he was going out to drive bumper cars. As long as Cao Nanyu paid attention, it would be fine. Wen Shuang had interrupted a meeting over a rainstorm and looked like all hope had been lost, making him think something serious had happened. Yet this was all it was. Compared to this fuss over nothing, Xuan Zhe cared more about why Wen Shuang had suddenly become so concerned about him—concerned enough that a rainstorm had left him at a complete loss.

"Wen Shuang." Xuan Zhe's voice deepened. "If this is the only reason, then you can leave now. Go to the finance department and have this month's bonus deducted. If it happens again, I will not be as easygoing as I am now."

Wen Shuang knew what was about to happen, but Xuan Zhe did not. From his perspective, Wen Shuang seemed to have gone crazy, as though all his old bad habits had returned and he was determined to make trouble.

Just as he finished speaking, Cao Nanyu pushed the door open. After glancing at Wen Shuang, he said, "President Xuan, the car is downstairs."

Xuan Zhe stood. "All right."

"Don't go!" Wen Shuang stepped forward and grabbed Xuan Zhe's wrist, looking as if Xuan Zhe would have to step over his body to get out the door. I'm saving your damn life!

Xuan Zhe narrowed his eyes. "Wen Shuang, do you know what you are doing right now?"

The afternoon meeting was extremely important to the company's development. Xuan Zhe could not possibly skip it.

"Don't go!" Wen Shuang refused to let go. At worst, Xuan Zhe could fire him afterward. That was better than letting this man throw away the rest of his life. If there had to be one person in this world who could stir Wen Shuang's compassion, then it had to be Xuan Zhe.

Xuan Zhe grabbed Wen Shuang's wrist in return and applied a little force, his expression darkening. "Let go! Stop making trouble."

Wen Shuang shook his head violently, so hard it nearly left afterimages. "No. You can't go!" The book had described it happening on the first day of the torrential rain—a multi-car collision on the elevated highway. Rain was already hammering densely against the windows. Before long, it would swallow the city, and the disaster would come without warning. But he could not exactly say, Brother, I transmigrated into a novel and know what will happen in the future. Xuan Zhe would have him thrown into a psychiatric hospital in minutes!

Xuan Zhe could not be bothered to waste more words on him. He forcefully shook free of Wen Shuang's grip and strode out.

Wen Shuang froze for a moment, then hurried after him.

And then everyone in the company witnessed this scene: President Xuan marched ahead with a terrible expression, while Wen Shuang, his eyes slightly red and looking like he had been rejected, chased after him relentlessly. Xuan Zhe blocked him, Wen Shuang clung to him; Xuan Zhe blocked him again, Wen Shuang clung to him again. The two of them were acting out a melodramatic soap opera straight out of prime time. And really, nothing captured hearts like a dog-blood drama. The forum thread count stacked up at a visibly rapid pace.

[Holy shit, did Wen Shuang get rejected after confessing?]

[No way. I think President Xuan likes him a lot. Maybe Wen Shuang refuses to give up working with Jiang Ning, and President Xuan got angry.]

[President Xuan is jealous?]

[Wow, so men all look the same when they're jealous.]

The two kept tangling all the way into the elevator and out of the company. Outside, rain poured down in sheets, and Wen Shuang grew more frantic. He suddenly erupted, shouting, "What is wrong with you?! Can't you tell good from bad?!"

Cao Nanyu trembled along with him and began picking out a burial plot for Wen Shuang in his head. What did he mean, what was wrong? Even if they had confirmed they were in a relationship, he could not speak to President Xuan like that!

"Who can't tell good from bad?" Xuan Zhe's face turned frostily grim. "Say that again?"

Little Quail shrank his neck.

"Anyway, you can't go." Wen Shuang said quietly, "Not today."

Xuan Zhe laughed in anger. "What are you to me? What gives you the right to control me?"

Wen Shuang's thought process was astonishing. "Then what do I have to be to you before I can control you?"

Xuan Zhe: "..."

Cao Nanyu applauded inwardly. What a brilliant move—retreating to advance!

A sliver of clarity broke through Xuan Zhe's mind, followed immediately by sudden enlightenment. Was this Little Quail doing it on purpose? Who had taught him to seduce men like this? Did he think Xuan Zhe would fall for it?

Well... he was a little tempted.

Amid the strange silence, a brown luxury van pulled up at the entrance. Four or five assistants poured out, some carrying clothes and others holding water cups. Their entourage was even grander than Xuan Zhe's. Then the rear door opened, and a fashionably dressed man stepped out. He was about six feet tall, broad and muscular, wearing black pants, black boots, and a dark blue coat. His hair had been styled, and he wore sunglasses. Overall, he looked like a celebrity at first glance.

Wen Shuang glanced at him too, and his first thought was: his body was not as good as Xuan Zhe's.

The other man had not expected people to be blocking the entrance. When he took a closer look, his expression changed dramatically, and he squeezed out through clenched teeth, "Wen Shuang! What are you doing here?!"

As he spoke, the man removed his sunglasses, revealing a handsome but gloomy face. He was completely different from Xuan Zhe's type. If he had to be described, he was a ruggedly masculine man, with wheat-colored skin. His right forehead had been injured during filming before, leaving behind a thumb-sized scar. He had simply added a small tattoo over it, making it uniquely distinctive.

It was also because of that trait that Wen Shuang recognized him—the protagonist gong, Zheng Yuanfei!

"Wen Shuang" had changed souls, but Zheng Yuanfei was still Zheng Yuanfei. His impression of Wen Shuang remained fixed on the incident where Wen Shuang had framed Lu Li in order to get close to him. He hated Wen Shuang enough to grind his teeth.

Xuan Zhe was familiar with all the company's major stars, and he had clearly recognized Zheng Yuanfei too. Perhaps recalling something from the files, his expression gradually changed until not a trace of emotion remained. He leaned slightly toward Wen Shuang's ear, his voice unreadable but chillingly indifferent. "Your white moonlight has returned."

Wen Shuang looked horrified. Before he could speak, Xuan Zhe lifted his foot to leave. Seeing that he could not change the outcome, with Zheng Yuanfei now coming in to stir the pot, and spurred by Xuan Zhe's words just now, Wen Shuang's mind went hot. He blurted out, "You're my white moonlight!"

Everything froze!

Even the sound of the rain seemed to fade away...