I Laughed Out Loud the Day You Mistook Someone Else for Your White Moonlight - Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Three months after our engagement, I moved into Fu Shiyu’s apartment.
It wasn’t a real cohabitation; it was to cooperate for the “Daily Life of a Fiancee” photoshoot.
The PR script was ridiculously over the top:
Breakfast in the same frame, kitchen interactions, and late-night reading together.
After flipping through it, I only asked one question: “Are there any kiss scenes?”
The conference room became so quiet you could hear the air conditioner wheezing.
Fu Shiyu pinched the bridge of his nose. “She’s joking.”
I added a finishing blow: “Not necessarily.”
On the day we filmed in the kitchen, I tied an apron on him, my fingers intentionally brushing against his waist.
He tensed up instantly.
“Pei Lingshu, don’t play with fire.”
I looked up and smiled. “President Fu, you don’t seem to have much resistance to a little heat.”
Once the material was posted, the comment section went wild.
Everyone said the look in our eyes didn’t seem like acting.
In the middle of the night, I went out to get some water and saw him on the balcony listening to a voice message.
The sender: Qiao Yuntang.
He immediately turned off the screen when he saw me.
“Do you mind?” he asked.
I unscrewed my water bottle. “Would it matter if I did?”
As I turned to head back to my room, he suddenly called out to me.
For the first time, it wasn’t “Miss Pei.”
“Lingshu.”
“Yes?”
“If I had done something incredibly wrong in the past, would you forgive me?”
I looked at him for a few seconds.
“That depends on the extent of your mistake.”
The next day, I received a call from the hospital’s old archives manager.
The medical records corresponding to the fire years ago had been altered.
The applicant: the Fu Family’s old butler.
A chill ran down my spine.
What was the Fu Family hiding?
At noon, I went to Fu Corporation to deliver some documents and ran into Qiao Yuntang at the elevator.
She was wearing a white hair tie and intentionally showing off the “scar on her wrist.”
I looked at it for two seconds and laughed.
“That’s painted on quite realistically.”
Her expression changed instantly.
“What did you say?”
“Foundation to hide the edges, brown liner to touch up the texture.”
“A real scar wouldn’t look this fresh.”
She called me crazy.
I shrugged. “You keep acting, I’ll keep watching.”
On the way back that day, I admitted for the first time:
The most pitiful person in this game might actually be Fu Shiyu.
I was starting to feel sorry for him.
This was bad.
Fu Shiyu’s birthday party was held on a yacht.
The sea breeze was harsh, so I leaned against the railing draped in his coat.
He handed me a whiskey; I took a sip and nearly choked.
I asked him, “When exactly are you going to admit you have the wrong person?”
He said there was no hard evidence.
I handed him a USB drive.
The restored surveillance footage showed two key points:
A birthmark on the left shoulder of the girl who saved him.
A half-copper coin around the neck of the boy who was saved.
I pulled back my collar, revealing my left shoulder.
His hands were visibly shaking as he pulled an old chain from beneath his shirt.
The pendant was exactly the other half of the copper coin.
In that moment, it felt as if the wind had stopped.
“It was you…”
His voice was incredibly hoarse.
“It was you that night.”
I nodded. “Believe me now?”
He grabbed my wrist, his thumb pressing against that crescent-shaped scar.
“I’ve been looking for you for many years.”
I pulled my hand back.
“You were looking for a white hair tie and a fake scar, not me.”
He whispered that he would make it up to me.
I laughed. “Do you take me for a failing business project?”
After that night, the trending searches exploded.
A triple-header: the real vs. fake heiress, the mistaken savior, and the yacht reconciliation.
He came to the company carrying ninety-nine white roses.
I had the front desk send them back.
Want to pursue me?
Clear your messy debts first.
