A Heartless Omega Regrets It When I’m Dying - Chapter 14

Wen Zhiqing was very quiet after getting drunk. Her forehead rested lightly against Lin Wantang’s neck, and her arms were looped around Lin’s waist, her fingers loosely clutching the fabric of her clothes. It didn’t quite feel like a hug; it was more like an unconscious entanglement.

Lin Wantang tried to push her away several times, but Wen Zhiqing stubbornly hooked her fingers and refused to let go. Lin paused, ceased her movements, and simply turned to look at the silent night outside the car window.

She remembered Wen Zhiqing saying that morning that she didn’t want to see her at home anymore. Lin didn’t want to spend the night at Wen’s house either; she intended to drop her at the door and leave immediately.

However, Lin Wantang had vastly underestimated the level of persistence a drunk person could possess.

Even though she had delivered Wen Zhiqing to the doorstep, the moment Lin turned to leave, Wen Zhiqing pressed her entire body against her.

She wrapped her arms around Lin Wantang’s waist from behind, resting her chin lightly on Lin’s shoulder. Her slightly feverish cheek brushed unconsciously against the side of Lin’s neck, stubbornly refusing to let go.

“Let go of me, I have to leave.”

Lin Wantang was at the end of her patience. She lowered her voice and tried to reason with her: “Go inside and rest.”

Wen Zhiqing lifted her head and slowly shifted to stand in front of Lin Wantang. At this moment, her eyes lacked their usual cold detachment; they were swimming with damp specks of light, like two pools of clear water.

“I want to go with you.”

The moment she spoke, a warm, boozy breath drifted out. Noticing Lin Wantang’s slight frown, she pursed her lips and lowered her voice: “Junior is going back alone. I’m not worried.”

One cannot take the words of a drunkard seriously. Lin Wantang averted her gaze, no longer looking into those overly clear eyes. “You’re drunk. Stop making a scene.”

“I’m not drunk… I only had a little… just a few bottles.” Wen Zhiqing tilted her head and thought for a moment, her fingers still tugging at Lin Wantang’s sleeve to prevent her from running away. “Two bottles… or three… wait, that’s not right. I can’t quite remember.”

She looked up, her eyes misty, yet her tone was exceptionally certain: “Anyway, it wasn’t much.”

“Go back. When you wake up, you won’t want to see me again.”

And I don’t want to see you either.

But Lin Wantang didn’t say the second half out loud. She could say it to a sober Wen Zhiqing, but she couldn’t say it to this version who couldn’t even stand steadily.

Wen Zhiqing stared blankly at Lin Wantang’s eyes, a thin layer of moisture surfacing in her own. “I don’t understand what you’re saying. I only know I want to be with you.”

She lowered her head. Lin Wantang could see her distinct, long lashes trembling in the cold wind.

“Don’t go. Stay.”

Wen Zhiqing’s voice was very soft, a plea that sounded like a mumble from a dream.

But Lin Wantang knew this was all an illusion brought on by alcohol. When the morning light broke the next day, a sober Wen Zhiqing would revert to that cold-eyed person who made her feel humiliated.

“It’s very cold outside.” Wen Zhiqing reached out, her fingertips lightly hooking Lin Wantang’s cool pinky finger. “Your fingertips are cold. But it’s warm inside the house, and I’m here to accompany you.”

The voice, tinged with alcohol, was sticky and soft. Lin Wantang hadn’t been cared for in a long time; for a moment, she was in a daze. By the time she snapped out of it, Wen Zhiqing had already pulled her forward.

The door lock clicked softly, and the light from the foyer spilled out.

“Why did you have to drink?”

Lin Wantang didn’t insist on leaving anymore. She only let out a soft sigh as she entered.

But the drunken Wen Zhiqing didn’t understand. She was simply happy that Lin Wantang was finally willing to come home with her. She kept her fingers hooked with Lin’s, terrified that Lin would leave the moment she let go.

Her happiness didn’t last long, however. As they passed through the living room, Lin Wantang scanned the surroundings, suddenly stopping as her gaze fixed on a certain inconspicuous empty space.

“You threw away the medicine kit?”

“What kit?”

Wen Zhiqing also stopped, following Lin Wantang’s gaze. Her dark, bright eyes were full of confusion.

“The kit that had your suppressants in it.” Lin Wantang sighed. “Forget it. It doesn’t matter.”

She hadn’t put her own painkillers in the family kit, so at this moment, besides frustration, she felt a sliver of relief.

Lin Wantang supported a swaying Wen Zhiqing up the stairs. After finally settling her onto the bedroom bed, Lin reached up to tidy her slightly messy hair and turned toward the door.

“Are you leaving again?”

Wen Zhiqing’s hand reached out from under the quilt, her fingertips brushing the edge of the bed as if trying to prop herself up. She lifted her body halfway, the moisture in her eyes wobbling as if it would spill over at any second.

Lin Wantang had never seen Wen Zhiqing like this. After a moment of silence, she replied: “I’m going to have someone make some hangover soup.”

“I want to go too.” Wen Zhiqing was relentless. “I’m afraid you won’t come back.”

Her tone was soft and carried a hint of childish innocence—a voice Lin Wantang had never heard before.

“I will.”

Lin Wantang placed Wen’s hand back under the covers. “I’ll be right back.”

She walked out of the bedroom and let out a soft breath. A drunken Wen Zhiqing would care for her, speak to her in a gentle tone, and even act spoiled. Though she didn’t want to love Wen Zhiqing anymore, tonight her heart felt as if it were being submerged in warm tides, and she couldn’t help but lose herself in it.

But this tenderness was short-lived—so short it had already vanished by the time she passed the living room. A moment of warmth could not undo years of harm. She couldn’t live her life relying on a brief, tender dream.

So, it was better to part ways early.

When Lin Wantang pushed the door back into the bedroom, she immediately smelled a strong scent of galbanum amidst the faint, sweet smell of alcohol. She quickly realized that Wen Zhiqing was still in her heat.

The alcohol couldn’t suppress the instinctively overflowing pheromones. The cold yet scorching fragrance was like invisible threads soaking into every inch of the air, winding around her and silently invading every breath Lin Wantang took.

This night was too chaotic. Fortunately, Lin Wantang had prepared several suppressants in the bedside drawer the night before. She quickly found them, intending to temporarily suppress Wen’s heat.

Drawing on her experience from last time, Lin Wantang gripped the suppressant and walked slowly toward Wen Zhiqing.

“No.”

Wen Zhiqing’s gaze was glued to Lin Wantang, her tone firm: “I don’t need that.”

Lin Wantang was unmoved. She knew very well that the words of a drunkard couldn’t be trusted.

Nothing that happened tonight could be taken seriously.

“I only need you.”

As Lin Wantang approached, Wen Zhiqing grabbed the suppressant. Her trembling fingertips carried a scorching heat, yet she tightened her grip with unusual stubbornness, trying with all her might to snatch the medicine away.

But the body of an Omega in heat is naturally weak. As her fingers tangled with the Alpha’s, they trembled; her attempt at force only resulted in a wave of frailty.

Lin Wantang easily gripped Wen’s hand in return, her fingers sliding into the gaps between Wen’s, easily taking back the suppressant.

But Wen Zhiqing remained uncooperative.

Her whole body was burning, labored moans escaping her lips in intervals. Her face was flushed with a sickly red, and her hair was damp with sweat, clinging messily to her cheeks. She kept pressing her hot face against Lin Wantang’s neck, like a vine desperate for something to cling to.

Lin Wantang’s body went stiff. She looked down and saw Wen’s damp lashes and the knuckles of her hand clutching her gland turning white from effort.

“Let go. I’ll stay with you.”

She finally compromised, her hand holding the suppressant slowly dropping.

Even though she knew this decision would lead to mutual disgust and regret the next morning, she didn’t have the energy left to think of a better solution.

Lin Wantang placed the suppressant on the far side of the nightstand and was immediately embraced by Wen Zhiqing—the vine had finally found its tree trunk.

A long while later, the labored moans gradually turned into steady breathing. Lin Wantang heard Wen’s voice against the skin of her neck: “Junior, you’ve lost so much weight.”

Lin Wantang’s breath caught. She looked down at Wen Zhiqing, whose eyes were half-closed, her lashes fluttering gently with her breath. She was clearly exhausted to the limit, yet she was still murmuring: “In the future, I will take good care of you.”

Lies are always pleasant to the ear.

Lin Wantang kept her eyes open, staring at Wen Zhiqing until she fell into a deep sleep. Then, she carefully extracted her arm from Wen’s embrace, sat up, and picked up her phone from the nightstand.

The screen lit up, the cold white light illuminating her lowered profile. Lin Wantang opened a document app, created a new blank file, and slowly typed four words:

Divorce Agreement.

Since Wen Zhiqing hadn’t made a move, Lin didn’t want to wait any longer.