Accidentally Picked Up a Rich and Amnesiac Alpha (GL) - Chapter 8

Song Tingxue put on a hat, sunglasses, and a mask, and then put a hat on Yan Qingqi.

“I don’t need a mask, do I?” Yan Qingqi asked.

“Not for now. As long as the public doesn’t know about our relationship, you’ll be safe and no one will bother you.”

As Song Tingxue went to grab the car keys from the entryway, Yan Qingqi took them instead, offering, “I’ll drive.”

“Can you? Don’t push yourself if you feel a headache or are uncomfortable.”

“I can. Of course, safety comes first.”

They drove to the restaurant. The owner knew Song Tingxue and led them directly to a private room on the second floor.

Song Tingxue said, “A-Yan, order whatever you like.”

Yan Qingqi turned to the manager who had come to serve them and said, “Could you please serve a few dishes that Sister Song likes, and a few light ones? She has internal heat, so please use less spice. And bring a pot of golden-thread chrysanthemum tea.”

The manager replied, “Certainly,” and took the menus to the kitchen.

Song Tingxue asked, “Why didn’t you order what you like?”

“I’m not picky. I eat everything except zucchini, carrots, cabbage, and raw tomatoes.” When she mentioned raw tomatoes, Yan Qingqi felt a physiological revulsion and her stomach turned.

Song Tingxue laughed, listening to her say she wasn’t picky while listing all the vegetables she disliked. “Is that all you don’t eat?”

Yan Qingqi replied without hesitation, “I don’t eat chayote, water bamboo, or that moldy stinky tofu…” Just thinking about it made Yan Qingqi feel disgusted.

“What about century eggs?”

“I eat those.”

When the food arrived, Yan Qingqi poured tea for her wife and served her dishes from time to time. “Wife, it’s our big day today. You should eat more. Don’t worry about the celebrity body management thing.”

Song Tingxue smiled. “How did you know I have internal heat?”

“I saw a little heat pimple next to your nose. It’s okay. Eat some lighter food, and it’ll get better on its own in a couple of days.” Yan Qingqi served her more food, a little of everything.

“Don’t give me any more. Eat your own.”

Yan Qingqi blushed and said a little uncomfortably, “I like watching you eat. You look beautiful when you eat.”

Song Tingxue did look beautiful when she ate. Her pale face, with a small mouth and a hint of red on her lips, slowly chewed her food, her cute cheeks slightly moving.

She ate with such grace and elegance, yet it didn’t feel slow or pretentious.

For the first time, Yan Qingqi understood what it meant to find someone’s eating visually pleasing.

Clink. A sweet and sour pork rib was dropped into her bowl.

Yan Qingqi looked up from the edge of her bowl and saw Songsong smiling at her. A faint blush was on her pale face, and her beautiful eyes were full of tenderness, like a spring of clear water.

“You, too. The way you eat is unforgettable.”

Yan Qingqi’s face flushed all the way to her ears, and she buried her face in her bowl.

Oh God, when my wife talks so sweetly, I can’t handle it at all.

After dinner, Yan Qingqi suggested, “Let’s go buy some things. Luosifen is coming tonight, right? We should have some things at home to entertain our guest.”

The two of them went on a shopping spree at a fancy supermarket. There weren’t many people in the store at that time, just a few customers scattered around. Song Tingxue was perceptive and noticed two young girls who kept looking at them and whispering.

“Doesn’t that person look like Song Tingxue?”

“She really does! And she’s wearing sunglasses and a mask! Her hair is dark brown, and the style is the same!”

“Could it really be Goddess Song? We’d be so lucky!”

“Let’s go! Let’s go get her autograph!”

The two of them were clearly excited and about to scream. Song Tingxue heard them planning to approach and was about to pull Yan Qingqi away. Lingzi wasn’t with her, and there were no other staff members around. If they were exposed right now, it would cause a huge commotion, and not only would their hidden marriage be revealed, but she could also be injured in the crowd. She had almost been tackled by a crazed Alpha fan before.

“No! It’s definitely not Song Tingxue!” One of them noticed something. “Goddess Song is single. Look, this person clearly has a girlfriend. Wait, they’re married! Did you see the ring?”

“She’s not? That’s too bad! I thought we’d run into Goddess Song! I could’ve bragged about that for a year in our group chat.”

“That Alpha is really beautiful, though! Her skin, her face, her aura… she really has that delicate, jade-like beauty.”

“I think she also has that high-class, rich feel to her. She’s probably a super-rich heiress.”

Yan Qingqi heard them and had to suppress a laugh. A high-class feel? A super-rich heiress? I’m just a kept Alpha supported by my wife.

After paying, Song Tingxue said, “A-Yan, you go to the car first. I’ll be right there.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I forgot to buy some things for an Omega.”

Yan Qingqi didn’t ask further and simply said, “I’ll wait for you.”

“No need. Wait for me at the car and put the groceries in first.”

“Okay.” Physical work like carrying bags is definitely a job for an Alpha. She pushed the shopping cart toward the parking lot.

After Yan Qingqi was gone, Song Tingxue quickly went to the birth control section. She picked up a blue package and a white one. Under her sunglasses, Song Tingxue’s face was flushed as she quickly paid and left.

Before she got home, Luo Sisi called. “I just landed. I should be at your place in about an hour. Sister Song, is it a good time to talk?”

Song Tingxue held the phone and went to the room to take the call. She probably guessed what she was going to ask. “You want to ask about Yan Qingqi?”

Luo Sisi’s questions came one after another. “Xiaole called me the other day and said you found a ‘pretty simpleton’ and a ‘beautiful-but-useless person’ on the street.”

Song Tingxue frowned and interrupted, “She’s not useless, and she’s not a simpleton.”

“Okay, okay, my bad. So, her, Yan Qingqi. Have you really been in a secret relationship with her this whole time?”

“Yes. I’ve liked her for a long time.”

“How long? Two years? Three?”

Song Tingxue tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a gentle, nostalgic smile on her face. “Ten years.”

Luo Sisi gasped on the other end of the line. “You’re amazing! You were able to hide it for ten years. Wait, ten years ago, you were only 17 and hadn’t entered the industry yet.”

“Yeah, I was still in high school back then.” Song Tingxue’s eyes curved up as she reminisced.

Under the dense tree shadows in the afternoon, a person was bathed in sunlight, her voice filled with urgency. “Watch out!”

17-year-old Song Tingxue didn’t fall to the ground. Instead, a gentle, strong pair of hands held her by the waist. A car sped by, almost grazing her.

Startled, Song Tingxue looked up and was met with a pair of clear, picturesque eyes, filled with gentle concern.

“Are you okay?” The warm voice was clear and lovely.

It was the most beautiful voice 17-year-old Song Tingxue had ever heard.

Perhaps startled by the terrifying moment, Song Tingxue’s frail body’s heart pounded fast.

The beautiful, elegant person’s lips moved, seemingly speaking to her, but Song Tingxue couldn’t hear a single word. She stared blankly at the other person, her mind in a daze, with only the sound of her own rapidly beating heart in her ears.

“Xiaoxue, what are you daydreaming about again? Miss Yan is talking to you.”

To me?

Song Tingxue suddenly snapped out of her trance, her face hot. “I… I’m okay.”

The person gently stopped the strict matron. “It’s alright. I’m glad you’re okay. Don’t scare her.”

The matron led Miss Yan away, respectfully and flatteringly. “This way, Miss Yan, this way.”

Their voices carried over to Song Tingxue.

“How old is that girl? She feels about the same as me.”

“How can you be the same? You’re a world apart! Her name is Song Tingxue. We call her Xiaoxue. She’s 17 this year and will have to be independent when she turns 18. A documentary crew came last year and said she might become a big star someday.” The matron’s tone was full of undisguised sarcasm and disdain.

17-year-old Song Tingxue watched their backs as they walked away. She lowered her head, staring at the faded toes of her shoes, and felt nothing but shame.

“Not necessarily. Maybe Xiaoxue is a good candidate and will stand out in the future. Maybe I’ll see her in a movie or on TV.”

“Yes, yes, that’s what I said. A person like you must have extraordinary taste. If Xiaoxue really becomes a big star, she’ll be a legend at our orphanage!”

The voice on the phone got louder. “Hello, Sister Song! Sister Song, are you listening?”

Song Tingxue snapped back to attention. “I am.”

“I brought a box of wine. We’ll celebrate tonight!”

When Song Tingxue heard “a box of wine,” she felt a little helpless but didn’t stop Luo Sisi’s enthusiasm. “Okay.”

As she went downstairs, Song Tingxue could hear a lot of noise coming from the kitchen. Yan Qingqi, her head still wrapped in a bandage, was happily busy in the kitchen.

“What are you doing cooking?”

“Luosifen is coming, and it’s dinnertime. She just got off the plane and came all this way to see you. We have to make her a meal, right?”

“We could go to a restaurant.”

“We ate at a restaurant for lunch. It’s boring to eat out all the time. Since you’re home, I’ll cook for you.” Yan Qingqi smiled happily. “I think I’m actually a pretty good cook. It’s so amazing that I can cook.”

Song Tingxue’s lips curved. She rolled up her sleeves. “I’ll help you.”

“No, I can handle it myself.” Yan Qingqi, wearing an apron, put down the spatula and pushed her out of the kitchen. “This is my territory. You’re not allowed in.”

Song Tingxue smiled helplessly and leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching the tall figure in front of the stove.

She still had that innate elegance and expensive feel, with delicate, picturesque features. But her height seemed to have grown in the last ten years.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you trust me?” Yan Qingqi turned around and smiled at her.

Her bright eyes and brilliant smile were like warm sunshine.

In a daze, she overlapped with the person from ten years ago.

Song Tingxue walked over and looked up to kiss her.

The softness on her lips was overwhelming. Yan Qingqi wrapped one arm around her wife and used the other to turn off the stove.

“Wife…” She had just opened her mouth when Song Tingxue seized the opportunity.

Amidst the entanglement of their lips and teeth, the elegant and crisp floral scent entered her nostrils, creating a ripple in her heart. Yan Qingqi trembled all over.

She held her beloved wife tightly, turning the tables and taking the lead.

The kiss was hot and passionate, growing more and more intense.

Yan Qingqi heard the chicken soup gurgling in the pot, and her heart seemed to burn even more. She savored the sweet softness in Song Tingxue’s mouth, plundering her deeply.

When they finally broke the kiss, Song Tingxue’s legs were weak. She could only cling to A-Yan’s neck, breathing heavily in her arms, a rosy flush on her pale face.

“Wife, did my kissing get better?”

Song Tingxue looked down, her lips curved. “Yes, it improved by leaps and bounds.”