Accidentally Picked Up a Rich and Amnesiac Alpha (GL) - Chapter 30

In the afternoon, the news of the private kitchen closing down exploded in the group chat.

[I ordered takeout from somewhere else today. It was terrible!]

[Me too! Once you get used to Boss Yan’s cooking, you can tell the difference in quality right away. What am I going to do? How will I survive now?]

[I didn’t even eat today. I’m full of anger. The private kitchen was so good, the price wasn’t expensive, and it was clean and hygienic. And now they won’t let her run it!]

[It’s a small-scale private kitchen. It’s just for the few of us in the group. To be honest, when I host a dinner, I have more people than that.]

[Who reported her? Who would do something so immoral! Doesn’t your conscience hurt?]

[Who else could it be? It would be a miracle if a person like that had a conscience.]

Jing Michu had already received a call from Qiao An, who told her the whole story.

Now, she silently watched the messages in the group, a cold smile crossing her lips. “Just Saying,” you’re so despicable, harming others without benefiting yourself. How could I ever let a twisted villain like you get away with this?!

That evening, she called Qiao An. “How is my cousin?”

“She’s alright, just upset about the 2,000 yuan fine. I think she’s a little heartbroken.”

Jing Michu burst out laughing. “It’s a shame I’m not in L City. I’d love to see the look on her face.”

The Wen family heiress earns far more than that in a minute.

“You’re still laughing? It must be that person from building 14. He’s so nitpicky, always finding fault. He was kicked out of the group, so he won’t let anyone else enjoy the food either.”

“Don’t worry. Immediate karma is coming for him.”

Qiao An asked, “When are you coming to see me?”

“In a couple of days. As soon as the DNA report comes out, I’ll fly to L City. Now that I’ve found my cousin, I can rest easy. We can go see your parents together and set a date for the wedding.”

Qiao An smiled happily. “When are you thinking?”

Jing Michu saw the expectation in her eyes, mischievously teased her. “How about next year? The second half of the year is best. The crisp autumn air is perfect for a wedding.”

Qiao An pouted. “It doesn’t have to be the crisp autumn air. The spring, when the flowers are blooming, would be nice too.”

“But you’re allergic to pollen, so spring is a bad time.”

Qiao An countered, “Then the second half of this year works, too. It’s only May. We have several months to prepare. That’s enough time.”

Jing Michu said, “We’ll definitely invite guests from all walks of life. That’s not enough time. Oh dear, I just remembered that high-end hotel is fully booked for good dates next year. The earliest would be the year after next.”

Qiao An was furious, her nose flared. “This isn’t right, that isn’t right! Let’s just not get married!”

“How can we not? You’re already wearing my engagement ring. How can you not marry me?”

“I’ll take it off and give it back to you. You can take your time picking a good date.”

Jing Michu chuckled. “Wife, don’t be mad. We’ll get married this year. Definitely in the second half of the year. Crisp autumn air, blue skies, I want to put a wedding dress on my An An and marry her right away.”

Qiao An snorted, her face much brighter. “What if all your relatives and friends are busy?”

“Then I’ll tie them up and drag them to the wedding.”

Qiao An said, “You are awful. You always have to make people angry.”

“Wife, do you know something?”

“Know what?”

“You look so cute when you’re angry. Your cheeks puff out like a little hamster.”

In villa 37, Song Tingxue, wearing a wine-red nightgown that exposed her pale, soft arms and the fair skin beneath her neck, was lifted into a bridal carry the moment she stepped out of the bathroom.

Yan Qingqi lowered her head and kissed her. “Wife, let’s continue.”

In the spacious bedroom, the curtains were drawn, and only a soft orange floor lamp provided light.

Song Tingxue welcomed her kiss, wrapping her snow-white arms around A-Yan’s neck. The passion from the car earlier was quickly reignited. Yan Qingqi cupped her sweet, soft lips, asking as she kissed, “Wife, did you miss me this afternoon?”

“Yes.”

“Me too. I’ve been wanting to do this with you all afternoon.” Yan Qingqi was glad she had decisively bought the inhibitor spray.

The two tumbled onto the bed.

Song Tingxue loved the scent of cedar deeply.

The scent that had haunted her dreams was now being greedily possessed and consumed by her without any restraint.

The night-blooming cereus scent in the room thickened into a river. Yan Qingqi’s breathing was ragged. Her breath, carrying the strong scent of cedar, landed on Song Tingxue’s face, neck, and collarbone. The previously pale skin instantly flushed crimson.

In the intense kiss, Song Tingxue’s lips slightly parted, and she let out a soft sound. Her long hair spread across the white pillow. Yan Qingqi’s heart leaped. One hand reached under her skirt, moving upward.

The sounds of intimate, passionate kissing echoed throughout the room.

Kissing and touching were no longer enough to relieve the heat in her blood. Song Tingxue, in her approaching heat cycle, was more sensitive and more passionate. The wine-red nightgown was long forgotten, discarded on the floor. Song Tingxue hugged the person on top of her, urgently craving the cedar scent to cover her, to saturate her completely.

Yan Qingqi sat up and quickly took off her own pajamas. She was an Alpha. As soon as her clothes came off, her exquisite, powerful arms, narrow yet sturdy shoulders, and flat, smooth abdomen were revealed. Her body was toned and gracefully sculpted.

Song Tingxue’s throat convulsed. She pressed against her instantly. “A-Yan, I love your pheromones so much. I love them…”

The feverish Omega hugged her Alpha tightly, swaying and colliding with her fiercely.

“It’s all yours, all yours…”

In the orange light, the scent gland at the back of Song Tingxue’s neck had deepened in color and was prominently swollen. It was covered in a white, crystalline substance that looked like icing sugar. The night-blooming cereus scent was the richest sweet wine, enough to intoxicate a person to death.

Yan Qingqi circled the person in her arms with one hand, the light in her eyes intensely burning. She was like a creature filled with primal power, staring at the Omega’s scent gland. She bent down, her tongue flicking out to consume the delicious pheromone essence.

The intense stimulation on the scent gland made the Omega in her arms shudder violently. Song Tingxue’s voice trembled. “A-Yan, A-Yan…”

Her clear eyes were covered with a thick mist, blurry and dreamy. She could only cling helplessly to the strong arm around her waist.

As Yan Qingqi bit down, Song Tingxue let out a soft cry and arched her neck back.

That night, Yan Qingqi held Songsong and marked her crazily for most of the night.

When Song Tingxue woke up in the morning, she opened her eyes and found Yan Qingqi leaning over her, watching. Seeing her look, the light in her eyes immediately intensified.

“Wife, you’re awake. Did you sleep well last night?”

Song Tingxue nodded. “Very well. I slept right through until now.”

“Were you tired yesterday? If your back is sore, I can massage it for you.”

So she had been leaning over the bed for this reason.

Song Tingxue moved, bracing her hands to sit up. “It doesn’t hurt…” Before she could finish the word “hurt,” she let out a small gasp and frowned.

“You lie down. I’ll massage it for you.”

With that, Yan Qingqi ignored Song Tingxue’s protest, gently pressing her down and turning her face-down.

“In the future, if you feel unwell anywhere, don’t just endure it. I’ll massage it for you. It will ease a lot of the fatigue from filming during the day.”

Song Tingxue blushed and hummed in agreement. Her chin rested on the pillow, obedient and compliant.

Her silky hair was spread across her shoulder like a brocade.

Yan Qingqi felt like she was tending to the young mistress of a noble family in ancient times. She smiled faintly, picked up a jar of ointment, rubbed it onto her skin, and massaged her with her warm palms.

Song Tingxue relaxed from her initial stiffness and eventually squinted her eyes in pleasure. “A little higher. A little more. Ah, that feels good.”

After massaging for a while, Song Tingxue finally remembered. “What kind of ointment are you using?”

“It’s for circulation. I bought it at the pharmacy. I also bought a guide for home massage and health care. I’m learning to massage for you.”

Yan Qingqi felt a little smug. Yesterday, when she and Songsong had to part in a rush, she felt uneasy and went to the pharmacy to buy a box of Alpha inhibitor spray.

The pharmacy clerk immediately started selling to her, recommending all sorts of Alpha products and strong stimulants. Seeing that her current Alpha customer seemed unaffected, she quickly switched to recommending Omega soothing products.

“If the Omega’s scent gland is uncomfortable after being marked, you can use this ointment. It heals redness and pain after two applications.”

“And this circulation balm. If your back or waist is sore, rub some of this on, massage it for a while, and it will be better that day. It’s best if you know some massage techniques.”

Looking at the situation now, she hadn’t bought the wrong thing.

After the massage, Yan Qingqi grabbed a tissue and wiped her hands. “I’ll go downstairs and make you breakfast now.”

“Wait.”

“What’s wrong, mmph…” Yan Qingqi leaned closer, only to be hooked by Song Tingxue, who tilted her head and kissed her.

Yan Qingqi fell onto the bed, quickly bracing one hand to avoid crushing her.

Song Tingxue kissed her, one hand moving to undress her. Although they had just had a frantic, shameless marking session last night, in her heat cycle, she craved the cedar pheromones. She wanted to cling to A-Yan, not wanting to be separated for a moment.

Yan Qingqi said, “My hands aren’t washed, wife.”

Song Tingxue’s voice was urgent. “Then go wash them quickly.”

Yan Qingqi jumped off the bed like a rabbit, thump-thump-thump running into the bathroom. Then she thump-thump-thump ran back and burrowed under the blanket.

She suddenly remembered something. “What about breakfast today?”

“We’ll eat it on the way.”

Yan Qingqi dismissed all other worries. She embraced her wife below her and kissed her.

When filming wrapped up today, Song Tingxue wasn’t in a hurry to go straight home.

Filming had gone smoothly. Wrapping up tomorrow would be no problem.

The driver was Lingzi. The last time, she had fought Mr. Jin’s subordinates at the hotel. Lingzi, against three people, hadn’t backed down. She was hit over the head with a blunt object, and when she fell, the three men punched and kicked her. Song Tingxue had insisted she stay in the hospital for a few days of treatment.

“Lingzi, why are you here so soon? Are your injuries healed?”

“It’s nothing. Just minor injuries. I only needed a few stitches on my head. The doctor insisted I stay for a few days of observation.”

“You needed observation. What if there was intracranial hemorrhage or a concussion?”

Lingzi nodded. “I’m fine now. They finally let me be discharged. That Mr. Jin’s subordinate even came to the hospital to apologize to me. Sister Song, thank you. I know you intervened.”

Song Tingxue didn’t speak. To this day, she still didn’t know who had helped her behind the scenes.

Someone as powerful as Brother Jiang… who had enough influence to get him to make that call?

Song Tingxue suppressed the doubt and unease in her heart. Then she heard Lingzi say, “Sister Song, I asked my friend to look into Miss Yan’s background, and we haven’t found anything yet. However, there’s another group of people looking for Miss Yan. A few days ago, someone was asking if anyone had seen a person rushing out onto the beach.”

“Who is looking for her?”

“I’m not sure. This group is very secretive. People from both the underworld and the legitimate side are looking for her. It seems this Miss Yan has a significant background, or she has seriously offended someone powerful.”

Lingzi saw Song Tingxue frowning deeply. “Sister Song, don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone about Sister Yan.”

“Thank you.” Song Tingxue pondered for a moment. “Tell your friend to stop investigating for now. We don’t want to draw unwanted attention. A-Yan might be in danger. Let’s wait until things surface on their own.”

“Yes, I understand, Sister Song.”

In the bathroom, water rushed from the shower. Song Tingxue stood in the spray, her mind preoccupied. She kept thinking about the night she unexpectedly found Miss Yan, how Miss Yan didn’t remember the past or who she was. Then she thought about their blissful life since marrying: A-Yan cooking for her, waiting for her to come home, their intimate kisses and passionate markings.

When she came out of the shower, Yan Qingqi was still showering next door. Song Tingxue took a big drink of water, forcing herself to sit down and calm her mind.

She didn’t know why, but she desperately wanted to see A-Yan now. She needed A-Yan by her side.

A few minutes later, Yan Qingqi came out. Her back was long and slender like a bamboo stalk. Her beautiful black hair flowed down her back, glistening in the light. Her face was cool, elegant, and flushed with a healthy pink, like a noble girl out of a comic book—bright, elegant, charming, yet reserved.

Yan Qingqi was holding a glass of water, tilting her head back to drink, revealing the superior, perfect curve of her profile.

Especially her slightly upturned nose and beautiful lips, which were almost identical to the Miss Yan from years ago.

“A-Yan.” Song Tingxue softly called out from the bed, patting the spot next to her, inviting her to sit.

“Coming.” Yan Qingqi walked over, lifted the blanket, and sat down beside her.

Song Tingxue proactively leaned in, snuggling against her, her gaze slightly upwards. “Does your head still hurt?”

Yan Qingqi smiled faintly. “It hasn’t hurt for a long time. There’s no scar either.”

“Do you still feel dizzy or lightheaded?”

“No,” Yan Qingqi said with a slight regret. “It’s just that I can’t remember much about the past. Sometimes I feel like I remember living in a very large house, running in a garden filled with roses, lavender, and tulips. And someone was shouting ‘Miss’ behind me.”

Song Tingxue’s heart thumped. Her face turned pale. Her breathing stopped for a moment. “Did you remember everything?”

“No. It’s not that easy. It just flashes by.” Yan Qingqi noticed Songsong’s pale face. “Songsong, what’s wrong? Is your stomach hurting again?”

“No, I’m fine.” Song Tingxue hugged her tightly, her slender arms circling A-Yan’s soft yet strong waist. She buried her head in her arms. “Hold me, A-Yan.”

Yan Qingqi held her, completely enveloping her in her embrace.

She wondered if it was her imagination, but Songsong seemed very worried and scared.

Since she came home today, she seemed a little down, as if she had a heavy burden on her mind.

“A-Yan, I don’t want you to leave me.”

Yan Qingqi stroked her soft hair. Although she didn’t understand why Songsong was so worried and anxious.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t leave you.”

“Really?”

“We’re wives. We’re going to grow old together,” Yan Qingqi said, grasping her hand and intertwining their fingers. “Holding your hand and growing old with you.”

No matter if she was Yan Qingqi or Wen Shuyan, Songsong was still her wife, her beloved partner.

“Then, what if one day you discover, you discover… that things are a little different, will you still love me?”

Song Tingxue had been living in fear recently. What would happen if Miss Yan suddenly regained her memory and remembered her true identity?

What would Miss Yan do?

Would she despise her? Would she think she was despicable, dirty, and disgusting for taking advantage of her amnesia to trick her into marriage? Would she think she was shameless and unscrupulous, doing anything to marry her?

The noble Miss Yan, pure as a green pine, hated people like that the most.

The more Song Tingxue thought about it, the more terrified she became. Her body shook uncontrollably.

“Songsong, what are you thinking? Please tell me.”

This time, no matter how many times Yan Qingqi asked her what was wrong, Song Tingxue bit her lip and refused to say.

“Songsong, do you love me?”

Song Tingxue nodded emphatically, an earnest desperation in her clear, snow-like eyes. “Yes, I fell in love with you a long time ago.”

A warm current flowed through Yan Qingqi’s heart. She didn’t know how long Songsong’s “a long time ago” was, but it was certainly longer than hers. She stroked Songsong’s soft hair and looked at her with utmost sincerity. “I love you too. As long as we love each other, that’s all that matters.”

Author’s Note:

Yan Qingqi: Wuwuwu, my wife loved me a long time ago. I’m so touched…