Accidentally Picked Up a Rich and Amnesiac Alpha (GL) - Chapter 13

Time seemed to fly by in a whirlwind of passion on the bed. Yan Qingqi felt like she had no idea what year it was.

When she finally got out of bed and looked at the clock, it was already 8 p.m.

They had gotten home around noon, and as soon as they arrived, they started. When they were tired, they’d rest a little, and when they had energy again, they would start over. This meant they had been wrapped up in each other for a solid eight hours.

Yan Qingqi was shocked. If she were a ruler in ancient times, she’d be a tyrant who loved beautiful people! The kind who wouldn’t hold court in the mornings!

But whether she held court or not wasn’t important. What was most important right now was filling their stomachs.

Neither of them had eaten lunch or dinner, surviving only on the breakfast from that morning.

When Yan Qingqi got up, she felt a little dizzy, unsure if it was from hunger or from the excessive loss of pheromones.

“Wife, are you starving?”

Song Tingxue, still in bed, shyly shook her head. She was wrapped in the blanket, her beautiful, pale shoulders exposed. “I’m fine.”

Just as she finished, her stomach rumbled loudly at the most inappropriate moment. Song Tingxue’s face turned completely red.

The corners of Yan Qingqi’s mouth lifted. “I’ll go make dinner. What do you want to eat?”

“Whatever’s fine. Why don’t we order takeout? You don’t have to cook.”

“No way. Takeout isn’t as healthy as homemade food. I’ll just make some noodles and fry a few shrimp. It won’t take long.”

The Alpha put on her clothes and hurried downstairs. “You rest. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

Song Tingxue nodded, her eyes following her tall, graceful back. She watched her leave the room, saw her turn back to smile, then saw her silhouette disappear through the doorway, and heard her light footsteps on the stairs.

Song Tingxue seemed to be affected by her cheerful footsteps. The corners of her mouth curled up. She flipped over in bed and grabbed a shirt to wear. The shirt was very loose and long, just barely covering her hips and revealing a pair of long, pale, and straight legs.

She was about to go to the closet to get some clothes for a shower.

Suddenly, a flurry of light footsteps came back to the doorway. Yan Qingqi had returned.

“Wife.”

The beautiful woman was in a lazy pose. Her long, wavy hair was draped over one shoulder, and the shirt was loosely buttoned, revealing her long neck and delicate collarbones, which were adorned with a series of intimate bite marks.

Below that, a hint of her proud, snow-white body could be seen, a curvaceous figure poised to be revealed.

Under the empty hem of her shirt, her two long legs were even whiter than the snow in winter.

Yan Qingqi’s breathing hitched, and her throat went dry. She quickly stopped herself.

“Ahem. Wife, why are you up?”

“I couldn’t sleep, so I got up.”

Song Tingxue was completely unaware that every time she bent over, lowered her head, or pushed back her hair, she was unknowingly tempting a crime.

Yan Qingqi glanced at the hem of her shirt as Songsong bent over and saw it ride up…

She felt as if she had been burned and quickly averted her gaze.

“Uh, you’re hungry and you’ve used up a lot of energy, so you shouldn’t shower right away. You might pass out from low blood sugar.”

After saying this, Yan Qingqi turned and went back downstairs.

She was afraid that if she stayed a moment longer, she wouldn’t be able to leave the room.

Lust is a dangerous thing.

Completely oblivious, Song Tingxue answered, “Okay, I’ll be careful,” while finally picking a dress. She hugged the clothes to her chest with satisfaction, straightened up, and when she turned her head, Yan Qingqi was gone.

Movie Queen Song raised her eyebrows in confusion.

Why did A-Yan run off? I wanted to ask her if this dress looked good on me.

Song Tingxue was a clean person and a bit of a germaphobe. Because of this, she was against intimate behavior. If it weren’t with Miss Yan, she probably wouldn’t have kissed anyone, or have sex with them, or let their pheromones completely saturate her.

But with A-Yan, she willingly accepted everything about her.

When she finished her shower and went downstairs in a new outfit, Yan Qingqi was still busy in the kitchen.

Seeing her come down, Yan Qingqi looked up from the stove with a smile. “Dinner will be ready soon. The shrimp are almost done.”

Two bowls of noodles were already on the dining table. They appeared to have a tomato-based broth with handmade noodles. There was a golden fried egg on top, along with fresh green vegetable hearts and a pile of tempting shredded pork. Just looking at it was enough to make one’s mouth water, let alone someone who had been hungry all day.

Song Tingxue sat down at the table and waited for Yan Qingqi.

“All done. The shrimp are ready.” Yan Qingqi brought the shrimp to the table, took off her apron, and sat down across from Song Tingxue.

“Try it. Are the noodles okay? Since you’re a star, I didn’t dare give you too many carbs.”

There were very few noodles in Song Tingxue’s bowl, only a shallow half-bowl, but there were a lot of vegetable hearts and shredded pork.

She lowered her head and took a sip of the broth. It was delicious and had a sweet aftertaste. She took a bite of the noodles; they were chewy and springy, and a rich wheat flavor bloomed in her mouth.

“It’s so good!” Song Tingxue admitted she hadn’t had such a fresh and delicious bowl of noodles in a long time.

Her job often required her to attend social events and banquets. But after eating at all those high-end restaurants, she felt like they all tasted the same.

This was the first time she had tasted the flavors of a home-cooked meal, a very different taste—a clean, wholesome flavor.

All the gourmet food she had eaten before combined couldn’t compare to this single bowl of noodles in front of her.

Hearing her wife say it was delicious, Yan Qingqi smiled happily. She peeled a shrimp and placed it in Song Tingxue’s bowl.

The shrimp was firm and cooked perfectly.

Song Tingxue smiled as she ate it.

Yan Qingqi peeled another one for her.

Song Tingxue said, “Don’t just focus on me. You eat too.”

Yan Qingqi said, “I’ll peel all the shrimp first. You get three, and I get three. We can’t eat too many, and don’t steal mine.”

Song Tingxue’s eyes curved in a smile. “Okay, I won’t steal any.”

She took another bite of noodles and looked at the cutting board, where some flour residue remained. “Did you make these noodles by hand?” Song Tingxue was worried that she had gone to too much trouble. “You don’t have to go through so much trouble next time. You can just buy them ready-made.”

Yan Qingqi paused for a moment. “Huh? Didn’t you say you only eat the noodles I make by hand?”

Song Tingxue was taken aback. “I said that?”

“Yeah. You said you didn’t want to eat anything else. You just wanted the noodles I made by hand.” When Yan Qingqi was going downstairs, she was trying to decide what kind of noodles to make when a soft, spoiled voice suddenly came into her mind. “I want your noodles! I want the ones you make by hand right now! I don’t want anything else.”

The voice was a little blurry, but she could clearly hear the demanding, spoiled tone.

She was Songsong’s secret lover for years. The person who could be so spoiled and demanding with her must be Songsong.

When Yan Qingqi started kneading the dough, her movements were so skilled it felt second nature to her.

It seemed she really used to make noodles for Songsong often.

“Wife, what’s wrong?” Yan Qingqi asked when she saw her wife lost in thought. She waved her hand in front of her and said with a smile, “Why aren’t you eating the shrimp?”

Song Tingxue came back to her senses, picked up the second shrimp with her chopsticks, and ate it.

Yan Qingqi smiled again, peeled the third shrimp, and put it in her bowl.

Song Tingxue looked at her clear and innocent smile and suddenly felt terrible, really, really terrible.

The delicious shrimp and noodle soup in her mouth suddenly seemed tasteless.

She had never said those things. Never.

“‘I want the ones you make by hand right now’—what an intimate request. That must have been someone very close to A-Yan.”

Song Tingxue didn’t want to think too deeply, but she had to admit that there was someone very close to A-Yan in her past life. Someone who could be so demanding and spoiled with her was most likely her girlfriend.

Her real girlfriend.

After dinner, Yan Qingqi was in the kitchen, washing the dishes.

Song Tingxue walked up the stairs in a daze, sat on the second-floor balcony, and stared straight ahead.

In the distance were skyscrapers and glittering neon lights.

Song Tingxue sat there numbly, with no mind to appreciate the night view. She felt heavy-hearted, as if a large stone was pressing down on her.

The thought of A-Yan having a very close person in her past life made her feel terrible. She couldn’t help but feel that perhaps she wasn’t A-Yan’s one and only.

However, before she could continue feeling bad, and before she could imagine how intimate they were, another feeling—one of shame and guilt—sprang up from deep within her.

Wasn’t she taking advantage of A-Yan’s head injury, taking advantage of her memory loss, pretending to be her girlfriend, and even marrying her and claiming her?

What if one day, A-Yan’s memory returned, or what if one day, her real girlfriend showed up?

Her A-Yan, upon learning the truth, would not only be shocked but would also think she was despicable and vile, using such a shameless method to deceive her into staying by her side.