A Tsundere Beauty Omega is Stubborn but Sweet - Chapter 10

Early in the morning, Zhou Muxian had the driver head to the university’s East Gate to wait for Ge Yuan and her father, Ge An.

To her surprise, she ended up waiting for two hours.

Judging by Ge Yuan’s behavior yesterday, it didn’t seem like she was unwilling to take her father to the doctor. It was more likely Ge An who, in all probability, was dead set against “wasting time.”

After waiting a while longer, she finally spotted two figures in the distance, pulling and tugging at each other, walking toward the East Gate at a snail’s pace.

Today, Zhou Muxian purposefully wore a wide-brimmed hat that obscured most of her face. She didn’t want Ge An to recognize her through the car window, grow suspicious, and bolt.

The driver got out to greet the father and daughter. Once they were settled in the backseat, Ge Yuan thanked her breathlessly: “Thank you, Muxian. I’m so sorry we’re late.”

“It’s fine, I didn’t arrive long ago myself,” Zhou Muxian replied, deepening her voice. The driver soon hit the gas and headed toward the pre-arranged hospital.

A few hours later, Ge An had finished all his tests and received his results early. The white-haired senior doctor told him flatly: “I don’t know what was going on with your previous report, but it clearly doesn’t match the size or position of your liver. There must have been a mix-up. You don’t have liver cancer.”

“I don’t have liver cancer? Then is there something else wrong? Doctor, please look closer,” Ge An pressed, unwilling to give up.

The old doctor adjusted his glasses and answered firmly: “There’s nothing wrong. Aside from a bit of chronic pharyngitis, your body is perfectly healthy. Though, your belly is a bit large; you should manage your weight.”

“Oh, chronic pharyngitis… so I’m still going to die…” Ge An lowered his head, muttering to himself.

At this, everyone present instinctively stared at him, their faces written over with speechlessness. Even Ge Yuan couldn’t take it anymore and called out with a sigh: “Dad!”

“Oh, oh. Thank you, Doctor.” Ge An scratched his head awkwardly and walked out as if in a trance. Distracted, he even bumped into the doorframe, muttering under his breath: “I’m not sick? How can I not be sick?”

Once out of the hospital, Ge Yuan was in high spirits. She thanked Zhou Muxian repeatedly and insisted on treating her to a meal.

Zhou Muxian rejected the offer without a second thought. However, looking at Ge An—who was squatting by a tree waiting for his daughter—a lingering worry tugged at her heart. After a moment, she turned back to Ge Yuan.

“Actually, there’s something I need your help with.”

“Tell me, tell me! I’ll help with anything!” Ge Yuan leaned in excitedly, looking at her intently.

“My family just built a new conservatory in the courtyard, but there’s no one to look after it. The people we hired before were careless, and the flowers are all wilting. Can you help? You can just come whenever you’re free. I’ll pay you the same wage as the others, but you must care for them deeply. You even have to talk to them, because they are living things.”

Zhou Muxian spoke with a straight face, and Ge Yuan didn’t doubt her for a second, nor did she find talking to flowers strange. After all, someone as kind and loving as Zhou Muxian would naturally be compassionate toward any living thing.

“Sure, no problem! I should be thanking you for giving me a job!”

“Great. Come tomorrow, then.”

Keeping Ge An’s movements under my nose—isn’t that more reassuring?

Zhou Muxian turned to leave, satisfied. Her desires were modest; if she couldn’t return to the real world, she simply wanted to live a peaceful life in the Yu estate with Yu You. Everything else was secondary.

By the time Zhou Muxian returned to the Yu residence, it was already 7:00 PM. Noticing Yu You wasn’t home, an ominous feeling crept into her heart.

Yu You rarely used the driver and usually drove herself; consequently, no one in the house knew where she had gone. Her heat cycle wasn’t over yet—staying out this late was too dangerous.

Zhou Muxian called Yu You, but there was no answer. A spark of irritable, nameless fire began to smolder in her chest.

Passing the art studio, she saw Yu You’s easel standing in the center. The red paint gave Zhou Muxian a new idea. She mixed some red pigment with water, painted a stroke on her wrist, and let several “blood” droplets fall onto the floorboards.

Click—

She snapped a slightly blurry photo, making it impossible to tell how deep the wound actually was. Zhou Muxian hurriedly sent a WeChat message.

[Zhou Muxian: Sister~ I accidentally cut my hand. Am I going to die? I’m so scared.]

The message had barely been sent when Yu You’s call came through.

“Are you trying to die?!” The person on the other end was full of fury, opening with a scold.

From the chaotic background noise, Zhou Muxian could tell she was at a party; she could faintly hear people cheering and shouting “Drink! Drink! Drink!”

Zhou Muxian pursed her lips and feigned a pathetic sob: “Am I… am I really going to die?”

There was a pause. The background noise vanished, and Yu You’s voice became clearer—she had obviously moved to a quiet place specifically to talk.

“What did you do? How is your hand hurt that badly? What cut it?”

Before she could finish, the call cut off. Zhou Muxian looked at her phone just as Yu You initiated a video call. She intended to decline, but accidentally tapped “Accept.”

On the screen, Yu You was wearing heavy, seductive smoky eye makeup. Her large eyes stared directly into the lens; even through the screen, their liveliness was apparent.

“Show me your hand,” Yu You said firmly, brooking no refusal.

Zhou Muxian ignored the command and asked instead: “Who is Sister out playing with? It’s so late, is that really okay? There are many bad people out there. I’ll protect you.”

Yu You ignored her: “I said, show me your hand! Now! Turn the camera! I’m giving you one second! Hurry up!!!”

Left with no choice, Zhou Muxian panned the camera toward her wrist for a split second before snapping it back.

Beep—

The video call ended. Yu You had hung up.

She had obviously seen through the trick. After all, she had studied painting since childhood; her eye for the realism of “wounds” was sharp.

Zhou Muxian recalled how Yu You had stared unblinkingly at the screen just now, looking like a young silver-gray Maine Coon cat—arrogant yet innocent, spirited yet cautious.

Then she thought of the messy background noise. An image surfaced in her mind: bright lights, flowing liquor, a chaotic mix of men and women… Yu You leaning against a sofa, eyes half-closed, lost in a daze…

Zhou Muxian frowned sharply, cutting off the terrible mental image.

The Yu parents had always been strict. Zhou Muxian didn’t believe they could resist installing a tracker on Yu You’s car. Taking advantage of their absence at the out-of-town meeting, she slipped into their room and secretly opened their laptop. Sure enough, she found the daily GPS logs for all the family vehicles.

Yu You’s car was currently parked at No. 38 Wenyuan Road.

Zhou Muxian quickly shut the laptop, hailed a taxi at the gate, and headed straight for the Xiangli Hotel at No. 38 Wenyuan Road.

Upon entering the lobby, she saw a massive poster:

[Happy 23rd Birthday, Zizi!]

Zhou Muxian realized instantly: in the original dual-female-lead novel Orange-Scented Summer, Zizi was one of the protagonists. She had always been close to the Yu family and was like a sister to Yu You.

If it was her birthday, Yu You was naturally there to support her.

And if Yu You was there, then Zizi’s official love interest, Chengcheng, would certainly be present. And if Chengcheng was coming, the Incense-Burning Princess would never miss an opportunity to cause trouble.

The party was on the top floor. As Zhou Muxian stepped off the elevator, she was hit by waves of various pheromones and the sound of revelry from every direction. The place was packed.

She even saw a male Alpha passionately pinning a female Omega against a sofa, kissing her—open collars, clothes slipping off shoulders… the scene was incredibly erotic.

The nameless fire in Zhou Muxian’s heart burned hotter. She searched room after room, her cold, imposing face interrupting several “intimate” moments.

Still, she couldn’t find Yu You.

After circling the floor, she finally stopped at the door to the large terrace. She pushed it open. The biting night wind rushed in, making her instinctively take a step back.

Through the narrow crack of the door, Zhou Muxian saw everything clearly.

On the terrace, Yu You stood with her back turned. The night wind whipped her black fishtail dress; her waist looked so slender it could be spanned by a single hand.

The Incense-Burning Princess stood opposite her, her eyes full of doting amusement. As if she had heard something funny, she let out a chuckle and reached out, gently flicking Yu You’s nose.