Accidentally Picked Up a Rich and Amnesiac Alpha (GL) - Chapter 22

Song Tingxue was genuinely drunk. When she got out of the car, she was practically draped over Yan Qingqi.

Yan Qingqi supported her waist with one hand, her strong arm keeping her steady and allowing her to lean securely in her embrace.

Just as she reached out to enter the door code, she suddenly seemed to remember something.

She held Songsong in front of the door and quickly scanned their surroundings. Only after confirming that the two suspicious people from the evening were nowhere nearby did she enter the code and go inside.

Once indoors, Yan Qingqi didn’t hesitate. She scooped Song Tingxue into a bridal carry and took her up to the second-floor bedroom.

Song Tingxue had been forced to drink a lot of alcohol. A drunken flush was on her face, and her breath reeked of alcohol. Knowing her cleanliness standards, Yan Qingqi immediately took off her shoes and dress, carried her onto the bed, and went to fetch a basin of hot water and wring out a damp towel to wipe her body.

Song Tingxue was compliant while Yan Qingqi wiped her face and head, lying still. But when Yan Qingqi went to wipe her body, Song Tingxue felt someone undressing her and frowned tightly, clutching her hands to her chest.

“Songsong, it’s me, A-Yan.” Yan Qingqi bent down, reached out, and gently stroked Songsong’s smooth forehead.

Perhaps hearing Yan Qingqi’s voice, feeling her touch, and catching the familiar scent of cedar, the hazy Song Tingxue let down her guard.

Yan Qingqi’s lips curved into a slight smile, but it quickly turned sorrowful. She gently unhooked Songsong’s bra and tenderly wiped her body clean. After thoroughly washing her, she put on a clean pair of underwear.

Just as she was about to put a nightgown on Songsong, Songsong’s head tilted to the side, and she was completely fast asleep.

Yan Qingqi gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead and face.

In the soft lamplight, a stunning face was revealed. The sleeping Song Tingxue looked peaceful, her brow smooth, and her delicate nose gently exhaling air.

Yan Qingqi sat by the bed, staring at Song Tingxue for a long time.

She didn’t know if Songsong had ever gone through this before—being forcibly pressured to drink, holding on until she got home or to a hotel, and only daring to let herself sleep once she felt safe.

And at that time, what were her feelings as her secret girlfriend?

She couldn’t remember any of it, but she knew she wouldn’t have felt good, just like how she felt now.

Yan Qingqi slowly inhaled. If that phone call hadn’t happened today—the one from some big shot that made the fat, arrogant Mr. Jin suddenly respectful—would she have been able to successfully take Songsong away from that man?

And her Songsong, such a beautiful, untouchable flower, radiating a soft glow in her sleep, like a patch of snow on the pillow. Her coolness and aloofness were tinged with a fatal attraction. A beauty with such peerless looks must be the coveted prey of many people.

Yan Qingqi took another deep breath, her eyes falling low and somber.

For the first time, she felt useless.

In the morning, Yan Qingqi, done with her chores in the kitchen, took off her apron. It was already 9 a.m. The production crew hadn’t called to hurry them, but Xiaole had sent a text at 7 a.m. asking, [What time should I come to pick up Sister Song.]

Last night, after Songsong fell asleep, Yan Qingqi had sent Xiaole a message to let her know they were safe, telling her that she had picked up Sister Song and brought her home and not to worry.

Xiaole sent a crying emoji: [Sister Yan, thank goodness for you.]

Yan Qingqi stared at the message for a long time before replying, [Sleep. Come pick up Sister Song tomorrow.]

[Okay, Sister Yan. You and Sister Song should rest early, too.]

Yan Qingqi couldn’t sleep, though. She lay awake, tossing and turning. Finally, she turned over, hugged her Songsong, and held her tightly in her embrace, remaining awake all night.

Porridge was warming on the stove. There was yam and pumpkin in the steamer. Two vegetables were washed, chopped, and ready to be stir-fried.

[I’ll ask Sister Song when she wakes up. You eat breakfast first.]

After replying, Yan Qingqi was about to go upstairs when she saw Song Tingxue coming down, wrapped in a nightgown. Her hair was casually draped over her shoulders. The weariness and languor of waking up hadn’t fully left her, and she was staring at Yan Qingqi with hazy eyes, looking exactly like a cute, naive little bird.

She was a stark contrast to the cold, snow-like beauty she was in front of outsiders when she was awake.

Yan Qingqi smiled, asking, “You’re awake?”

Song Tingxue murmured yes, then suddenly flashed a sweet smile, skipped the last few steps, and ran over for a hug.

Yan Qingqi opened her arms and caught the adorable little bird.

The person in her arms was soft, even softer than a kitten.

Song Tingxue tilted her chin up and kissed Yan Qingqi on the lips, then looked at her and smiled. Her eyes were sparkling, and small, vibrant lights flickered within them.

Yan Qingqi smiled back. “Do you have a headache?” She had heard that drunk people often had terrible headaches the next day.

“No, it doesn’t hurt.” Song Tingxue wrapped her arms around Yan Qingqi’s neck. “How long did I sleep?”

“You fell asleep as soon as you came home last night. It’s been about nine hours. Was it comfortable?”

Song Tingxue nodded, her arms still around Yan Qingqi’s neck. “It was comfortable. It’s been a long time since I slept for so long. I feel so satisfied.”

Yan Qingqi was half a head taller than her. When she bent down to hug her, she practically enveloped her completely, and she affectionately kissed her on the forehead.

The corners of Song Tingxue’s lips curved up, and her fair jaw formed a beautiful arc. “Did you change my clothes yesterday?”

When she woke up, her upper body was bare, but she had clean underwear on. She thought for a while and remembered the underwear she wore yesterday wasn’t this one.

There was no one else in the house, and she had been blackout drunk, so it could only have been A-Yan who changed her clothes.

A faint blush spread across Song Tingxue’s face, and she smiled sweetly. She turned over in bed and buried her head in the blanket to smell the lingering scent of A-Yan—the Alpha’s cedar pheromones.

“Yes. You were too sleepy and refused to take a shower, so I just had to change you into clean clothes so you could sleep well.”

“Did I smell strongly of alcohol? Did I bother you?” Song Tingxue was slightly uneasy, afraid her A-Yan would be bothered by the smell of alcohol on her.

“No. Songsong smells very fragrant, like the night-blooming cereus. It’s lovely,” Yan Qingqi said, hugging her, comforting her beloved wife.

How could she dislike the smell of alcohol on Songsong?

That smell was a sign of Songsong’s hard work and struggles.

Song Tingxue was relieved. She smiled and hugged her even tighter, burrowing into her embrace.

“A-Yan, I love you. I love having you by my side.”

“I love you too,” Yan Qingqi said, full of affection. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay right here with you.”

“Really?” Song Tingxue’s eyes lit up.

Yan Qingqi nodded. “Really. Go brush your teeth and wash your face. When you come down, we’ll eat breakfast together.”

“I want to shower and wash my hair. I’ll feel gross if I don’t.”

“Okay, go shower and wash your hair then.” Yan Qingqi smiled and asked, “Do you want me to help you?”

“No need.” Song Tingxue walked up the stairs in her slippers with a smile. When she reached the landing, she suddenly stopped, blushed, and said shyly, “You can help me next time.”

Closer to 10:30 a.m., Song Tingxue left. Gone was the exhaustion and pallor of the previous night’s drinking. Today, she was radiant, her skin was even fairer and healthier.

Xiaole couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Sister Song, after marriage, is blooming with love.

With her wife off to work, Yan Qingqi took a short break and then returned to her takeout business for the day. Close to 12 p.m., the dishes were ready. Yan Qingqi skillfully packaged them. She was just about to head out for delivery when Jing Michu and Qiao An arrived.

Yan Qingqi frowned. “It’s you two again! Why are you back?”

Jing Michu saw her carrying two large bags of takeout containers in her hands. “Cousin, what are you busy with?”

“I’m not your cousin. Don’t interrupt my business. I have deliveries to make.”

“Delivering takeout!!” Not only was Jing Michu startled, but Qiao An was also utterly shocked.

The dignified head of the Wen family, the heiress with hundreds of billions in assets, was delivering takeout?

“What, you look down on delivery people? Well, too bad. I am a delivery person. Please go somewhere else to find your cousin.”

“No, no, no, that’s not what I meant. I don’t look down on delivery people. If there weren’t delivery people, what would I eat?”

“Please move.” Yan Qingqi didn’t want to get tangled up with them. She walked out the door and opened her car door.

Jing Michu blocked her path. “Cousin, where are you delivering?”

Yan Qingqi was speechless. This person was really too familiar, calling her “cousin” like it was an addiction.

“Just in the complex.”

“Then I want a portion too. I’m hungry.”

Yan Qingqi looked at her as if she were crazy. “Today’s orders are full. Order for tomorrow.”

“What about now? I’m hungry now! Cousin, you can’t just leave me. You can ignore me, but you can’t ignore An An.”

“An An?” Yan Qingqi looked at the pretty Omega beside her.

Jing Michu grabbed Qiao An’s hand. “Yes, my girlfriend. You always favored her. Don’t make us go out to eat. An An only likes your cooking.”

Yan Qingqi gave her another speechless look. “Fine. Wait for me to get back.”

Yan Qingqi drove off to make her deliveries. Under the shade of the trees, Qiao An blushed as she looked at her hand, which was still clasped in Jing Michu’s. “Aren’t you going to let go?”

The hand holding hers squeezed tighter.

“I’m serious,” Jing Michu said, her heart pounding. Her palms were slightly sweaty. “An An, will you be my girlfriend again?”

Author’s Note:

Yan Qingqi: It’s another day to love Songsong well. My wife is super good!