After Transmigrating as a Scum Alpha, I Marked my White Moonlight Omega - Chapter 10

Lin Yu arrived at the dining area looking travel-worn, her suit jacket still stained with a few flecks of blood. The scene that met her eyes made her temples throb instantly.

In the kitchen, the cutting board was covered in flying white flour. Jiang Nan stood before the stove wearing an apron, looking the part with a ladle in hand, but she was maintaining a full meter’s distance from the stove as if the low flame might actually burn her alive.

Beside her, Nan Zhi was frantically cleaning up Jiang Nan’s messes. A sauce that had just been mixed was, in the blink of an eye, instinctively poured into the pot by Jiang Nan.

“Perverted Spirit Medium, that’s dipping sauce! It’s not for boiling in the pot!”

“Ah? Then what should we do? It… should still taste pretty good, right?”

Seeing this, Lin Yu intended to silently grab a glass of water and head upstairs to shower.

However, Jiang Nan noticed her and immediately called out excitedly, “Wife! You’re back! I made you a ‘heart’ breakfast. It’s ready, come try it!”

Called to a halt, Lin Yu’s footsteps froze. Seeing there was no escape, she turned around and feigned nonchalance. “…Uh, what made you think of making breakfast today?”

Jiang Nan ladled out a bowl of dark, murky wontons. The broth was a soy-sauce brown, and the wontons inside were remarkably “organized”: the skins were skins, the meat was meat, all floating separately in the soup, emitting a pungent scent of vinegar.

“I just felt that Wife works too hard, so I wanted to make you a warm breakfast with my own hands.”

Lin Yu: I feel like… eating your breakfast is even harder work.

Looking at this bowl of dark cuisine, Lin Yu originally wanted to refuse. But looking up and seeing those starry eyes, she inexplicably found herself nodding and sitting down at the dining table.

Seeing Lin Yu pick up a spoon to taste her “heart” breakfast, Jiang Nan offered a passionate introduction: “Wife, don’t mind the color; it should taste pretty good!”

Lin Yu: Heh, is that so.

As a figure who had been fearless in the Black Gang for so many years, Lin Yu naturally wasn’t afraid of a bowl of failed… meatball-and-dough-skin soup, sour style.

She slowly raised her spoon and scooped up a meatball floating on the surface along with a tattered wonton skin. As she brought it to her lips, a sour scent immediately shot straight to her brain.

Damn, did she pour half a bottle of vinegar in here?

Is Jiang Nan trying to acid-wash my stomach after I haven’t eaten all night?

If it weren’t for their many days together, she would truly think this was absolutely intentional…

However, because the “chef” sitting across from her looked far too earnest, Lin Yu had no choice but to frown and endure swallowing that bite of wonton.

Her tongue was instantly flooded with a heavy, astringent sourness. Fortunately, the seasoning of the meat filling was decent enough for her to barely manage to swallow it.

Seeing Lin Yu take a bite, Jiang Nan immediately rested her chin in her hands and watched her, asking excitedly: “How is it, how is it? Is it delicious, Wife?”

Nan Zhi, who was clearing up the wreckage in the kitchen, couldn’t help but silently pity her boss.

After being busy all night, the Boss had to come home and eat a bowl of dark cuisine like this.

Lin Yu took a sip of warm water from the table, looked up at Jiang Nan, and gave a merciless evaluation: “Tastes bad.”

Hearing this, the smile on Jiang Nan’s face froze instantly. The light in her eyes dimmed, and she propped up her head in defeat. “Maybe because it’s my first time… it’s normal for it to taste bad.”

If I had known, I wouldn’t have improvised my cooking style. Now look, Wife says it’s bad. Wuwu.

For some reason, seeing Jiang Nan looking so wilted made Lin Yu feel particularly uncomfortable. Her brow furrowed slightly as she looked down at the wontons, yet she continued to scoop them up and spoke flatly.

“But it’s edible.”

Nan Zhi: ? What.

Jiang Nan: !

The light in Jiang Nan’s eyes reignited. She said excitedly, “Wife, don’t worry! I’ll definitely do better next time!”

Lin Yu: …Let’s just say, that really isn’t necessary.

After finishing the bowl of wontons, Lin Yu immediately downed a large glass of water. Jiang Nan assumed she had added too much MSG and immediately noted it down in her mental ledger: Wife prefers light flavors; use less MSG.

Lin Yu herself couldn’t believe that as the leader of the Black Gang, her breakfast consisted of such dark cuisine—and more importantly, that she actually finished it.

Truly crazy…

Seeing her wife eat so heartily, Jiang Nan unconsciously hummed a tune. She stepped forward and noted with concern that her wife’s suit jackets never seemed very thick, which further fueled her desire to knit a scarf.

“Wife, you wear so little every day. Aren’t you cold?”

Lin Yu tossed her blood-stained jacket into the laundry basket. After thinking for two seconds, she replied, “Not cold. My blood is pumping every day.”

After she said that, Jiang Nan couldn’t help but recall the scene during the attack where her wife kicked three large men so hard they couldn’t stand up straight.

Jiang Nan: …Ha, Wife really has a great constitution.

And yet, just as Jiang Nan was thinking how great Lin Yu’s constitution was, Lin Yu fainted from a stomach ache after showering.

Nan Zhi and Yue Qian immediately identified the culprit behind the Boss’s sudden relapse.

Jiang Nan, looking pitiful, immediately prepared her wife’s stomach medicine and handed it to Nan Zhi, apologizing in a weak voice: “It’s all my fault for letting your Boss eat the breakfast I made.”

Seeing Nan Zhi’s face still dark, Yue Qian smoothed things over and took the medicine from Jiang Nan. “Nan Zhi, don’t be angry; the Boss finished it herself. Besides, the Perverted Spirit Medium really didn’t know the Boss had this chronic issue.”

Hearing this, Nan Zhi’s expression softened slightly, though she found it even stranger—how could her Boss, who was usually so meticulous about her diet, easily stomach the Perverted Spirit Medium’s dark cuisine?

Jiang Nan: Wife actually finished the wontons I made for her sake and even got a stomach ache… Wuwu, silly wife, it hurts my heart.

Lin Yu lay on the bed, her face slightly pale. Perhaps she had already exhausted a lot of energy handling matters last night, and now, after being attacked by acetic acid, her old ailment relapsed.

When she woke up, the sunlight outside was approaching sunset. Her spirit felt relatively refreshed, save for a faint pain in her stomach. But to someone used to seeing blood all year round, this level of pain was nothing.

She turned her head and saw Jiang Nan propping up her head, eyes closed, her body jerking as she struggled to stay awake. It was a sight that made one want to laugh.

A rare curve appeared at the corner of Lin Yu’s mouth. Her eyes upon waking held a touch of softness, lacking her usual sharpness and ruthlessness.

She watched Jiang Nan quietly, suddenly feeling that this “Perverted Spirit Medium” seemed to have changed.

Clearly her previous behavior was so arrogant and overbearing—she had even been a “pump and dump” jerk to her. If it weren’t for her adoptive father’s matter, she probably would have spent her life avoiding such a person.

But through these days together, whether Jiang Nan was using her for physical release or truly caring for her from the heart…

Lin Yu felt her heart beginning to waver.

Jiang Nan, napping while propped on her hand, perhaps slept too comfortably; her head suddenly slipped and landed right on Lin Yu’s arm.

Lin Yu, who was currently lost in thought, instantly turned dark-faced and hissed in a breath of pain.

Lin Yu: …%&&￥%#￥

Retract the previous wavering. Right now, I just want to throw this head out.

The impact woke Jiang Nan up immediately. She raised her head quickly, saw that Lin Yu was awake, and wiped the corner of her mouth. “Wife, you’re awake!”

Lin Yu gave an “unimpressed” hum, then sat up slowly, pouting helplessly.

Jiang Nan thought Lin Yu’s bad mood was because her stomach still hurt. She immediately took the stomach medicine out of the thermos by the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and stirred it a few times until steam rose.

She thoughtfully blew on the medicine in the spoon and brought it to Lin Yu’s lips. “Wife, drink this medicine and your stomach won’t hurt anymore.”

Lin Yu didn’t speak; she just obediently took a sip. The warm medicine had a clean, bitter taste that dispelled much of the faint pain in her stomach.

Seeing Lin Yu’s silence, Jiang Nan thought she was angry. Her posture slouched, and she spoke in a weak voice.

“…Wife, I’m sorry for making you eat my breakfast and making you sick.”

Seeing Jiang Nan with downcast eyes, her little head drooping and lips pursed like a puppy that realized it made a mistake, Lin Yu inexplicably reached out and patted the other’s soft hair.

In truth, she hadn’t been angry from the start. She didn’t know why, but whenever she saw Jiang Nan’s bright eyes, she especially wanted to please her—to the point of eating that horribly tasting bowl of wontons.

She finished the medicine, and the faint pain visibly decreased, her stomach feeling warm. She ruffled Jiang Nan’s hair, raised an eyebrow, and asked without wanting to lower her pride: “Do you know you were wrong?”

“Puppy” Jiang Nan nodded quickly. Feeling her wife’s touch, she took the opportunity to nuzzle up against the warmth of her palm and replied with a smile, “Mm-hmm! I just won’t cook anymore.”

Hearing this, Lin Yu finally nodded in satisfaction and said in a gratified tone, “Good girl.”

At last, she won’t be a hazard to this soft-hearted Black Gang boss anymore.

Seeing Lin Yu finally smile, Jiang Nan breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn’t help but grin, just as she noticed the medicine residue at the corner of her wife’s mouth.

Those lips, glistening with moisture after the medicine, were bathed in the sunset glow, instantly sparking Jiang Nan’s imagination.

Jiang Nan swallowed hard and boldly leaned forward. Under Lin Yu’s startled gaze, she extended the tip of her tongue, cupped the other’s chin, and licked the residue clean before finally releasing her grip.

She instinctively licked her own lips, tasting the flavor. Watching Lin Yu’s face turn bright red, she gave a mischievous smile.

“Why is Wife’s medicine so sweet? I want to drink it too…”