A Fishing-Type Omega Always Wants to Possess Me - Chapter 4

Before Joyce could rush to the shop entrance, two tall female bodyguards stopped her.

“Zhizhi!” Joyce called out in somewhat clumsy Hua language, her expression excited. “Is it Zhizhi?”

Gu Wanlan frowned slightly and waved a hand. A bodyguard immediately stepped forward, her tone still polite.

“I’m sorry, but today is Miss Jiang’s private schedule. It isn’t convenient for her to be disturbed.”

“It really is Zhizhi!” Joyce clutched her phone, so excited that her voice changed pitch. “I just want to see Zhizhi up close. I won’t disturb you, I promise!”

Afraid that Jiang Zhi would be displeased, Gu Wanlan planned to personally persuade the woman to leave. But she had not expected that as soon as she reached the doorway—

“Mianzhou?” The polite expression on Gu Wanlan’s face stiffened for an instant.

At the sound of that name, Jiang Zhi and the shop assistants inside all looked over.

Seeing that both of them had noticed her, Yu Mianzhou silently sighed and stepped forward.

“Miss Gu, what a coincidence. I didn’t expect to run into you here.”

She knew Gu Wanlan and Jiang Zhi were continuing to choose wedding dresses today, but she had not expected the coincidence to be this exact.

Had she known earlier, she never would have agreed to Joyce’s request to come inside this mall.

Seeing that Joyce seemed to have come with Yu Mianzhou, Gu Wanlan’s gaze moved back and forth between the two of them. She quickly reacted and asked, “This is your… girlfriend?”

The moment that question came out, the flow of the air seemed to slow once more.

A soft, fruity fragrance began to spread between breaths.

Yu Mianzhou never once looked into the bridal shop.

“Yes,” she answered calmly.

The instant her words fell, the sweet lychee scent in the air suddenly turned cold and sharp.

The sweetness was pressed down very low. Instead, it revealed a few traces of cool pinewood, mixed with a faint scorching sensation like burnt grass and trees.

As an S-rank Alpha, Gu Wanlan was very sensitive to changes in Omega pheromones.

She subconsciously looked toward Jiang Zhi.

Just as she was about to find it strange, she heard Yu Mianzhou explain, “She’s only a fan of Sister Jiang Zhi, not a stalker fan. I picked her up from the airport and brought her here to eat. I didn’t expect you two to be here too.”

With things having developed to this point, Joyce also understood.

“You actually know Jiang Zhi?!” Her eyes widened as she looked at Yu Mianzhou in disbelief. “Why have you never told me?”

If she had known earlier, she could have gotten Jiang Zhi’s autograph long ago!

Since Joyce was Yu Mianzhou’s girlfriend, Gu Wanlan had the bodyguards let go of her and smiled.

“Did Mianzhou never tell you? Jiang Zhi is her older sister.”

Joyce glanced at Yu Mianzhou’s expressionless face and shook her head.

She knew that Yu Mianzhou had many secrets. Was this one of those many secrets too?

As they were speaking, Jiang Zhi, with the help of a shop assistant, lifted her skirt and slowly walked out.

“Are you Mianzhou’s friend? I’m very happy to meet you.” Her brows and eyes curved, her voice gentle and graceful, her smile faint.

Looking at such a tender Jiang Zhi, Gu Wanlan felt the lychee fragrance in the air, which pleased her so much, become sweet and soft again. She only thought she had been overthinking and had smelled wrong earlier.

“Yes! My name is Joyce! Oh my God, Jiang Zhi, you’re thousands and tens of thousands of times more beautiful than you are in videos!” Joyce seized the chance to introduce herself in front of her favorite idol. After all, opportunities like this were rare.

Jiang Zhi had always treated her fans very well.

She took a photo with Joyce as requested, then smiled until her eyes curved.

“I haven’t chosen my wedding dress yet, so please don’t post this photo on social media, all right?”

Joyce was instantly completely absorbed by her idol. Her cheeks flushed with excitement, and she quickly nodded.

“Okay!”

In any case, with Yu Mianzhou as a connection, she felt she would have many more chances to take photos with Jiang Zhi in the future!

“It’s just about mealtime,” Gu Wanlan said with a smile when she saw the atmosphere ease. “Sister Mianzhou, why don’t you bring your girlfriend and have a meal with us?”

“No, we—” Yu Mianzhou had just been about to refuse when the soft flesh at her waist was fiercely pinched by a hand.

She raised her eyes and saw Joyce’s light blue pupils instantly fill with expectation and pleading.

“Hey, Elowen,” Joyce whispered in a tone only the two of them could hear. “Although I don’t know why you said I’m your girlfriend, I can help you. But you also need to have some tact, understand?”

The phrase “have some tact” was something Yu Mianzhou had taught her. She had not expected Joyce to one day use it to teach her back. Yu Mianzhou felt rather helpless.

Joyce took her silence as agreement and happily lifted her head, only to meet Jiang Zhi’s gaze.

She did not know if it was her imagination.

Jiang Zhi’s gaze seemed to pause for a moment on the hand Joyce had used to pinch Yu Mianzhou’s waist.

That gaze was very faint, yet it made Joyce’s fingertips go numb.

For some reason, Joyce withdrew her fingers and smiled at Gu Wanlan and Jiang Zhi.

“Sure. Eating together would be our honor.”

Gu Wanlan took charge and chose a century-old restaurant on the top floor, wanting Joyce to properly taste Hua Country’s specialties.

She led everyone upstairs, while Jiang Zhi stayed behind to change out of the wedding dress.

Yu Mianzhou walked at the back and heard that clear, cool voice sound behind her.

“The train is too long. Find me something shorter…”

Yu Mianzhou did not hear the rest clearly, nor did she care to listen.

The restaurant was membership-only, with excellent privacy.

Gu Wanlan was clearly a regular here. She skillfully took the menu and first ordered several signature dishes, then smiled at Yu Mianzhou and Joyce across from her.

“Mianzhou, Miss Joyce, take a look and see what you like.”

“I’ll do it. I know what Mianzhou likes.” Joyce immediately entered her role. She looked over the menu and, in Hua language with a strange accent, listed several dishes. “Make this fish soup a little lighter. For the steak sauce, no black pepper. Change it to truffle butter. For the after-dinner wine, port…”

Gu Wanlan was somewhat surprised, then smiled gently.

“Miss Joyce really understands Mianzhou’s tastes.”

“Of course.” Joyce lifted her chin, half showing off and half complaining. “These past few years abroad, I was the one taking care of her. Don’t look at Mianzhou and think she’s picky. Actually, she has no requirements for food at all. As long as it fills her stomach, it’s fine. She doesn’t put any thought into seasoning at all—”

Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open by a server.

Jiang Zhi had changed back into the black dress she had worn before going out. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, and her lips were red without lipstick, making her beautiful like a person from a painting.

She glanced over the people at the table and could tell the atmosphere was harmonious.

Her slender jade-like fingers brushed over Gu Wanlan’s shoulder before she sat down beside her.

“What are you talking about? You seem so happy.”

“We were saying that Mianzhou and Miss Joyce have such a good relationship,” Gu Wanlan said with a smile.

Seeing Jiang Zhi arrive, Joyce became even more enthusiastic and described things vividly.

“You all don’t know this, but once I personally watched Mianzhou eat an entire steak. It looked delicious, until I got curious and tasted a bite. My God, it had no flavor at all. Not even salt! I don’t know how she ate it with such a straight face.”

These words were ordinary yet intimate. To outsiders, they sounded like proof of a truly close relationship.

The dishes were soon served. Gu Wanlan was very good at taking care of people, constantly providing topics for Joyce and keeping the atmosphere lively.

Joyce’s social-butterfly nature was fully unleashed. Even though her Hua language was stumbling, she quickly chatted enthusiastically with Gu Wanlan.

Yu Mianzhou quietly listened, occasionally replying with a few words.

Across from her was Gu Wanlan, to her left was Joyce, and to her right was Jiang Zhi.

At the tip of her nose, that sweet lychee fragrance always drifted over faintly.

Very light, yet it seeped into every opening.

She felt the gland at the back of her neck begin to tingle, as if tiny electric currents were passing through it.

Somehow, the napkin beside her hand slipped and fell to the floor, landing right beside Jiang Zhi’s leg.

The napkin brushed against Jiang Zhi’s jade-white calf. She wore a black dress, making the skin beneath the fabric appear even softer and more delicate.

Yu Mianzhou bent down to pick it up, deliberately avoiding her with her fingertips.

But just as her fingertips were about to touch the napkin, that calf suddenly moved and pressed perfectly against her fingers.

The delicate sensation spread along the pad of her finger, like touching a piece of white porcelain soaked in moonlight.

Clearly, the other party had been the one to move closer.

Yet Yu Mianzhou could clearly feel a faint tremble beneath that skin.

Soft like a cloud that had melted open, as though water would seep out with the slightest pinch.

The icy touch against her fingertips instantly turned scalding hot.

Yu Mianzhou understood this body’s reactions better than anyone.

She abruptly raised her head.

Jiang Zhi was smiling as she listened to Gu Wanlan speak, looking every bit like a dignified and proper young lady of a prestigious family.

As if the person whose legs had gone weak beneath the table was not her at all.

Yu Mianzhou withdrew her hand and casually handed the napkin she had picked up to the server beside her.

Gu Wanlan had chatted for a long time before realizing that Jiang Zhi had barely touched her chopsticks. She took the initiative to pick up a piece of Iberian ham, intending to place it into Jiang Zhi’s bowl.

“She doesn’t eat mango.”

Just as Gu Wanlan was about to put it down, Yu Mianzhou grabbed her wrist.

Gu Wanlan froze in place. Only then did she notice that there was a slice of golden mango beneath the ham.

Almost at the same time, she and Joyce both looked at Yu Mianzhou.

Only when she met their gazes did Yu Mianzhou realize what she had done.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and she let go.

“Sorry.”

That had been purely a subconscious reaction.

But thinking about it again, she was Jiang Zhi’s nominal younger sister. It was normal for her to know Jiang Zhi’s allergy history.

“I’m the one who should apologize.” Just as she expected, Gu Wanlan indeed did not think too much of it. Instead, a look of slight annoyance appeared on her face. “Sorry, Zhizhi. I still don’t know enough about you—”

But Jiang Zhi suddenly smiled.

The smile spread across her brows and eyes. She reached out, held Gu Wanlan’s wrist that was still suspended in midair, and following her movement, slightly parted her lips and bit down on the ham together with the mango.

“It’s fine,” she said softly. “I’m no longer allergic.”

The juice stained her lips moist, spreading a delicate sheen over them and giving off an indescribable sensuality.

Yu Mianzhou tugged at the corner of her lips and said nothing more.

No matter how slow Joyce was, she vaguely sensed that the atmosphere at the table seemed different from before.

The second half of the meal passed in an awkward, neither-here-nor-there manner.

After leaving the restaurant, Joyce reluctantly bid Jiang Zhi farewell.

“Zhizhi, I’m leaving first. I hope we can meet again after this.”

Gu Wanlan smiled.

“Perhaps we’ll meet again at the Jiang residence tonight.”

Only then did Joyce learn that Yu Mianzhou was supposed to bring her back to the Jiang family!

Although she very much wanted to see Jiang Zhi again, she still blinked her big eyes and said to Yu Mianzhou, “Sorry, darling. Although I really want to go back with you, I’m not free today. I still have a few good sisters to meet. You should have told me earlier…”

“Where are you going?” Yu Mianzhou did not mind. “I’ll take you there. We can talk about meeting them in a couple of days.”

After saying goodbye to Gu Wanlan, Yu Mianzhou left with Joyce.

After the two of them left, Gu Wanlan stood by the street, her mind still replaying the intimate interactions between Yu Mianzhou and Joyce just now.

Could she and Jiang Zhi be like that too?

Gu Wanlan remembered the gentle, lingering smile Jiang Zhi had shown her when she ate that piece of ham, and for some reason, confidence rose in her heart.

She reached out, wanting to hold Jiang Zhi’s hand.

But before her fingertips could touch her, Jiang Zhi suddenly pulled her hand back.

Gu Wanlan’s hand froze in midair.

Jiang Zhi looked in the direction where the Bentley had left. She took a silk handkerchief from her bag and carefully wiped her hand, not missing a single gap between her fingers.

She was clearly still smiling, yet that smile was completely different from the one she had shown at the dining table just now.

“Gu Wanlan,” she said, her voice bone-chillingly cold, “what are you trying to do?”

Gu Wanlan’s face instantly turned as pale as paper.

A handkerchief was thrown straight at her face, but what reached her first was the soft, sweet scent of lychee.

After throwing it, Jiang Zhi did not even bother looking at Gu Wanlan again. She turned and walked straight toward the parking lot.

That night, the atmosphere in the Jiang family’s dining room was so cold that ice chips could fall from it.

Not only did Joyce not appear, but even Gu Wanlan and Jiang Zhi had not returned.

Yu Shu’s nails almost dug into the back of Yu Mianzhou’s hand. She lowered her voice, her tone urgent.

“Where’s your girlfriend? Why didn’t you bring her back?”

As though Yu Mianzhou did not notice, she quietly withdrew her hand.

“She wasn’t free today. I’ll bring her back in a couple of days.”

Jiang Yingqiu called over Jiang Zhi’s bodyguard. The bodyguard whispered a few words beside her ear.

Jiang Yingqiu’s gaze rested on Yu Mianzhou’s face for a moment. In the end, she only said to Yu Shu, “Eat.”

Only then did Yu Shu let out a breath of relief, seeing that Jiang Yingqiu did not question further.

After dinner, Jiang Zhi finally returned from outside alone.

Jiang Yingqiu looked behind her, her expression darkening.

“You came back alone?”

Jiang Zhi changed her shoes, her tone careless.

“Otherwise?”

“What kind of attitude is that?” Jiang Yingqiu gently set her teacup down on the table. Her expression did not even change. Only her gaze swept over faintly, yet the oppressive pressure of someone long accustomed to authority pressed down until one could hardly breathe. “Have you forgotten all the rules I taught you since childhood?”

Jiang Zhi casually leaned against the sofa again, lazy and boneless. She smiled.

“This is my attitude. Is something wrong with it, Mother?”

That “Mother” was clearly intimate and coquettish, yet all the servants waiting in the living room were so frightened that they lowered their heads, wishing they could shrink into balls.

Yu Shu also subconsciously moved closer to Yu Mianzhou.

Yet Jiang Zhi still had her brows and eyes curved, looking as if she truly did not care at all.

Jiang Yingqiu’s face was frighteningly gloomy. In the end, however, she did not punish Jiang Zhi by making her kneel in the ancestral hall. She only said coldly, “Considering that you’re about to get married, I won’t punish you by sending you to the confinement room. But if you still behave like this after getting married, the shame won’t be yours alone.”

Jiang Zhi did not listen at all. She let out a soft laugh and turned to go upstairs.

Ten minutes after Jiang Zhi went upstairs, Yu Mianzhou finally stood and greeted Jiang Yingqiu and Yu Shu before returning to her room.

She went back to her room on the third floor. When she came out after showering, she was still carrying a body full of misty dampness.

But there was an extra person in the room.

Jiang Zhi, who should have been in her own room, was now lying on Yu Mianzhou’s bed, propping her chin in her hands as she read Yu Mianzhou’s book. Her slender, lustrous calves were crossed and swinging in midair.

Yu Mianzhou stood where she was. Her gaze unconsciously crawled downward.

The light-colored nightdress softly clung to the woman’s waistline, like a hazy layer of cicada wings, outlining her exquisite curves just right.

Her breathing tightened almost imperceptibly.

Yu Mianzhou looked away and glanced at the lock on her door, which was still perfectly intact. Then she sat at the desk and began to dry the slightly damp ends of her hair.

The humid strands clung to her palm. Before she could turn on the hair dryer, a soft body squeezed past her arm and sat on her lap.

The soft fullness of Jiang Zhi’s hips pressed almost seamlessly against the root of her thigh.

A long-lost sensation.

The woman raised a hand and swept aside her hair, exposing the fragile and sensitive back of her neck right in front of Yu Mianzhou.

Her tone was matter-of-fact.

“Apply medicine for me.”