[What the hell? Ever since Vice Class Monitor Zheng said “white moonlight,” I’ve been completely lost.]
[Bro what is going on, what are you two doing?!]
[Are you seriously telling me you two are fighting because of some random white moonlight?!]
[Family, does anyone here understand lip reading? What did Yu Qinzhou say after he turned off the mic?]
[I don’t know lip reading, but I can SEE Ming Qi laughing way too hard]
[Thanks, I officially don’t understand this livestream anymore]
Clips of the livestream were quickly recorded, edited, and posted online.
Just as Ming Qi’s black fans—who had been buried and revived three times already—were about to rise again, a post suddenly appeared:
Sorry, I’m a graduate of Jing City No. 1 High School, I need to clarify something 🙂 The “white moonlight” Vice Class Monitor mentioned is probably that pancake shop. It’s insanely good. After graduating, seniors kept posting on the school forum saying they could never find a pancake as good again, so they jokingly called it their “white moonlight.” If you look carefully at 2:36 in the video, there’s even a small blackboard in the corner that says “White Moonlight Pancake Shop” /doge
Someone else also analyzed:
Let me give a reasonable explanation—could it be that Yu Qinzhou thought Ming Qi had a white moonlight, and only today realized it was actually a pancake shop, so he ended up teasing Ming Qi into laughing like that?
[I declare this the most reasonable theory.]
[If this is true… @Yu Qinzhou how are you doing right now?]
[Sorry but this is actually hilarious lol]
[Didn’t we agree not to @Yu Qinzhou? He’s already embarrassed enough, why publicly execute him like this?!]
Ming Qi sat in the pavilion behind the small grove, scrolling through Weibo posts on his phone.
When he saw those comments, he looked at Yu Qinzhou with sympathy.
“It looks like everyone has figured out what happened.”
Yu Qinzhou: “……”
Ming Qi also glanced at WeChat. Meng She had sent a long string of question marks and screenshots, followed by a message: Is what they’re saying true?
Ming Qi patted Yu Qinzhou’s head like comforting a child.
“Mr. Yu, you’ve become a running joke today.”
Although his tone sounded calm, Yu Qinzhou could clearly see the laughter in his eyes.
He lowered his gaze and pulled Ming Qi into his arms again, pinching his cheek. “Weren’t you the one who said it wasn’t funny earlier?”
“I didn’t laugh, did I?” Ming Qi blinked innocently, leaning his face closer. “Look, I can’t smile at all.”
Yu Qinzhou’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t miss the opportunity handed to him.
His fingers tilted Ming Qi’s chin slightly. Ming Qi’s lips parted instinctively—and Yu Qinzhou lowered his head and kissed him.
“Be good. I’ll make sure you can’t laugh.”
His low voice carried a hint of dominance as his tongue pressed forward, taking control.
The small grove behind the school wasn’t completely empty, and Ming Qi immediately became alert. His fingers clutched Yu Qinzhou’s shirt buttons tightly as he murmured breathlessly, “Someone…”
“No one. Just a little squirrel.”
A squirrel with a big fluffy tail sat on a branch, staring with round black eyes at the pavilion. After a moment, startled by the sounds, it darted up the tree and disappeared.
Ming Qi straightened his slightly messy shirt, the corners of his eyes flushed red as he shot Yu Qinzhou a glance. “How can you do something like this at school?”
“This is outrageous.”
Yu Qinzhou chuckled. “Baby, it’s just a kiss. Not everyone is as well-behaved as you—deciding not to date just because the school said so.”
…
“The Best of Us” livestream ended around 5 p.m.
Fans were clearly not satisfied, but they also knew Ming Qi had dinner plans with his teachers, and filming a livestream during a meal would be too much. Even though the main stream ended, discussions online continued to heat up.
At around 5:30, several teachers appeared at the school gate. Zhang Huaqing drove them to the restaurant that Yu Qinzhou had booked in advance.
The dinner atmosphere at Chunqiu Manor was warm. Several teachers who hadn’t met Ming Qi before were very emotional. Zhang Huaqing drank a bit too much.
When they left, he grabbed Ming Qi’s hand and wouldn’t let go. Ming Qi also had something he wanted to ask.
They stood in a corner.
“Teacher Zhang, are you drunk?”
Zhang Huaqing didn’t answer. Instead, he asked, “You want to ask what your husband came to me for back then, don’t you?”
As a homeroom teacher, his ability to read people was sharp.
He sighed deeply.
“Back then, your husband came to me to ask me to pay attention to your mental health.”
Ming Qi froze.
Zhang Huaqing continued, a little emotional:
“I had already taught you for a year. You were always a very obedient, very well-behaved student—the kind teachers love most. But that day he told me you weren’t doing well. I asked who he was, and he said he was your friend.”
“Later I couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong. Then during parent-teacher conferences, no one from your family came.”
Ming Qi’s parents had passed away when he was in middle school.
After that, relatives had occasionally attended, but that year no one came. Life had been chaotic.
Ming Qi suddenly said, “After that conference, I had PE. I was sitting on the field, and I met the school counselor.”
“Yes, Teacher Chu. He was the one who came to see you.”
That counselor had been gently guiding him through conversations during one of the lowest points in his life.
Ming Qi had never refused him.
Looking back now, he realized how lucky he had been—but never knew that luck had been quietly placed there by someone else.
He blinked, holding back the sudden sting in his eyes.
Zhang Huaqing patted his hand.
“It makes me happy to see you doing well. Your husband is an outstanding person. I hope you both stay well.”
Ming Qi forced a smile. “We will. Don’t worry. And thank you for taking care of me back then.”
“You were my student. That’s what I should do.”
After Zhang Huaqing left in a car, Ming Qi stood still.
Then a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind.
Yu Qinzhou asked softly, “What’s wrong?”
Ming Qi turned in his arms, burying his face against his chest.
“I know now. Teacher Zhang told me everything.”
His voice trembled slightly.
“Yu Qinzhou… why are you so good?”
Yu Qinzhou lifted his face, gently wiping away the moisture at his eye corner, then kissed his lips.
“Then can your white moonlight from now on only be me?”
Ming Qi couldn’t help but laugh.
That night at West View Bay, Ming Qi curled up in Yu Qinzhou’s arms while listening to him talk.
“The marriage contract was my way of keeping you by my side,” Yu Qinzhou said softly. “I should have waited longer… waited until you completely saw Wen Yulan’s true face. But the moment I saw you on that mountain road, I knew I couldn’t wait anymore.”
“I was nervous when I gave you the contract. I was afraid you would refuse.”
Ming Qi touched his nose. “With that much money, most people wouldn’t refuse.”
Yu Qinzhou chuckled. “So money really does help.”
Ming Qi suddenly said, “I don’t feel like I’ve done anything for you.”
Yu Qinzhou raised a brow. “I did all that to get you. Now you’re in my arms, loving me, choosing me, staying with me for life—that’s not enough?”
He kissed Ming Qi’s lips.
“Love isn’t a transaction. Don’t count it so clearly.”
…
The variety show later moved into group living segments. Ming Qi, however, enjoyed it immensely—watching CPs online while secretly shipping Bo Hongfang and Huo Chengtang.
On the first night of group filming, Bo Hongfang complained about another CP’s staged romance, dragged Ming Qi into playing poker, and stayed up until midnight.
The next morning, the production team assigned tasks to earn breakfast.
Bo Hongfang immediately refused the kissing task.
“I was born not liking breakfast.”
Later, the show progressed into matching questions. Both Ming Qi and Yu Qinzhou wrote identical answers.
Favorite accessory?
Ring.
Engagement ring.
They showed their hands together, the matching rings gleaming.
When asked where they most wanted to travel, both wrote the same place:
Country C.
The director complained they were too in sync.
The final night was “reward night.”
Ming Qi opened their gift box.
Two plane tickets to Country C.
Because both had said they wanted to go there.
He handed the box to Yu Qinzhou and smiled.
“Thank you. We love it.”