After Transmigrating into a Book, I Finally Have an Omega - Chapter 5

Chao Nanxi pulled suddenly. Caught off guard, Cen Xin stumbled forward into her embrace, her hat falling to the floor.

Nanxi had just finished her shower. Droplets of water clung to her neck and collarbone, and the scent of her body wash—mingled with a cool peppermint aroma—swirled around her.

The edge of the bath towel couldn’t quite conceal the curves of her body; soft lines were faintly visible. Cen Xin mentally repeated a mantra of “see no evil” and averted her gaze.

Chao Nanxi steadied Cen Xin by the shoulders, picked up the hat for her, and then naturally grasped her wrist.

“Cen Xin,” Chao Nanxi pointed to a wooden comb tangled in her hair, “What do I do about this?”

Her damp hair was curling, the ends hopelessly knotted around the teeth of the comb. It was obvious that the owner of this hair had tried to resolve the predicament but lacked the basic skill to do so.

How did she manage to get her hair like this?

Nanxi’s usual “ethereal goddess” persona felt different in this moment—strangely cute.

Chao Nanxi had originally just intended to take a shower, having no idea that “Nanxi’s” hair was so unruly. The long, straight black hair became voluminous and frizzy once wet, and its length—stretching past her waist—left Nanxi feeling helpless.

Chao Nanxi had grown up in an orphanage and always kept her hair short for convenience. Even after her debut, short hair became her trademark. She had zero experience with long hair.

“Sister Nan, do you… want to go put some clothes on first?”

Between the slender neck above the towel and the delicate legs and ankles below, Cen Xin found the graceful curves difficult to face and turned toward the window. A diamond, indeed, is too brilliant to look at directly.

Chao Nanxi haphazardly threw on a long T-shirt and stood at the entrance of the walk-in closet, beckoning the little assistant. “Come here, quick.”

Cen Xin took a step back: She changed, yet nothing changed…

With her ears turning a deep shade of red, Cen Xin feigned composure and walked in to stand behind Nanxi. She suddenly realized that the distance between them could actually be this close.

“What are you thinking about?” Chao Nanxi looked at the “ripened” little assistant through the mirror. With the hat and glasses hiding her face, she had tucked herself away again.

“Nothing.”

Cen Xin lowered her head to rescue Nanxi’s hair. Her movements were incredibly light, ensuring Nanxi didn’t feel a hint of pain. Her fingertips brushed through the long strands, occasionally touching Nanxi’s back.

Light as a feather. Once, twice.

Chao Nanxi was suddenly reminded of a friend’s cat—that same sensation of something gentle and ephemeral weaving around her legs.

Cen Xin disentangled the comb, took some hair oil from the vanity, warmed it in her palms, and smoothed it over Nanxi’s satin-like hair.

“There, all done.”

She leaned down, her gaze meeting Nanxi’s in the mirror.

“Can we put it up?” Chao Nanxi was still unaccustomed to the length; her scalp felt heavy and hot.

Cen Xin opened a jewelry box and took out a pearl claw clip. Chao Nanxi couldn’t quite see how she did it, but with a few twists and turns of her hands, an elegant, effortless hairstyle appeared.

With the “stumbling block” removed, Chao Nanxi ordered takeout and did her own makeup while waiting for the food. She deliberately ignored Cen Xin’s hesitant expression and sat with her on the sofa to plan their next moves.

“After we eat, we’ll head to the studio, and then you’ll accompany me to go shopping.”

She had made a list last night—everything from home essentials to daily necessities, spanning several pages.

“Later this evening, I have a meeting with a headhunter to bring some new blood into our ‘dead in all but name’ studio.”

Nanxi’s handwriting was bold and atmospheric, the strokes flowing together with a sense of freedom. Cen Xin picked up the hand-written list and suddenly found she couldn’t put it down.

She couldn’t help but wonder: Why is Nanxi telling me all this?

Before that question was answered, the one that had brought her here resurfaced: Why does Nanxi trust her?

The little assistant was dazed, Nanxi’s words going in one ear and out the other. The obsession with that question was written clearly in her eyes.

Chao Nanxi chose to look away but couldn’t help thinking: Can someone like her really survive in the cutthroat entertainment industry?

The doorbell rang. Cen Xin ran to open it and saw two breakfasts. The delivery slip specifically noted “Soy milk, no sugar.”

“When you were drinking coffee yesterday, you didn’t add any sugar.”

Chao Nanxi saw the confusion in her eyes and offered the explanation.

Forget it. Cen Xin picked up the soy milk and took a small sip.

She would work for Nanxi for one more day—for the sake of this breakfast.

This was Chao Nanxi’s second visit to the hollowed-out studio. She looked at every workstation before sitting at a small table by the window.

“Cen Xin, what exactly was your job description before?”

The studio’s location was prime—high in the Lingyun Building, overlooking half the city and echoing the distant tower over the water. Wang Lan had picked this spot; it matched her ambition to rise to the top. However, when a person’s ability doesn’t match their expectations and their ambition outweighs their conscience, they are destined to be crushed into dust in the race.

“Running errands, booking cars, cleaning, and standing in lines.”

Cen Xin didn’t feel such work was worth mentioning.

“Why did you choose to work for me?”

Chao Nanxi spun her chair around to face Cen Xin. She had seen Cen Xin’s file; she had applied on her own initiative.

“I just needed a job.” Cen Xin dodged the core of the question. Once again, her lie was transparent to Chao Nanxi.

Seeing through it but not calling it out, Nanxi had no intention of digging into things that didn’t concern her.

“Then what do you think is the most important part of a studio?”

In her previous life, Chao Nanxi’s staff had been people she discovered and who followed her all the way. She had been much luckier than the original Nanxi.

“The manager.” Cen Xin looked at the positions Nanxi had written on the whiteboard, her eyes fixing on the top spot.

“Let’s go. We’ll go settle the most important part first.”

Their answers aligned perfectly. Chao Nanxi felt more and more that Cen Xin wasn’t stupid at all. The fact that she stayed in this studio despite being suppressed and mistreated meant there had to be a reason she couldn’t leave.

Before heading to the mall, Chao Nanxi checked her bank balance. Looking at the pitiful numbers, she realized there was a much more pressing issue to solve.

“Cen Xin, I’m afraid I have a misunderstanding of my own status. Let me confirm with you one more time—I am an A-list celebrity, right?”

Chao Nanxi couldn’t wrap her head around it. Nanxi’s career had been smooth since her debut; ignoring the deadweight staff, she was the “chosen one” in terms of both resources and talent. So why was she so poor? How did it get to this?

“There’s no misunderstanding.” On that point, anyone on the street could confirm it.

“Driver, change the destination.”

Chao Nanxi looked up an address and showed it to the driver. “Let’s go. We’re going to ask for money.”

Zhiyu Technology occupied the tallest building in the city. The metallic construction felt intensely high-tech, yet it didn’t lack vitality thanks to the greenery decorating it.

Standing in the bustling lobby, Chao Nanxi took off her mask and gave the receptionist a polite smile. “Hello, I’d like a temporary pass.”

Seeing Nanxi’s face, the receptionist was stunned, her expression one of utter disbelief. “You don’t have an appointment? May I ask which department you are visiting?”

Chao Nanxi handed over her ID. “I’m here to see your CEO. Just tell him his sister is here.”

The whole way there, Chao Nanxi had been calling Nanxi’s elder brother. The repeated “unable to connect” messages almost made her think she’d been blacklisted.

The staff member took the ID, looked down, and her eyes widened. It really was Nanxi—the ethereal goddess who only lived on screens!

“Miss Nan,” the receptionist didn’t dare refuse, dialing the top floor immediately. “Please wait a moment in the lounge.”

“Wait for me here. I’m going up,” Nanxi told Cen Xin. She stood by the lounge door instead of going in; though she hadn’t received a confirmation yet, she was confident.

“Okay.” Cen Xin set down her bag and had just fetched a cup of water for Nanxi when a tall man approached with an aggressive aura.

“So, you finally remembered which way the company doors open?” The man seemed furious, yet he didn’t say anything more. He pulled a pass from his pocket and stuffed it into Nanxi’s hand.

“Brother…”

Chao Nanxi hadn’t known how to face Nanxi’s family, but at this moment, the original Nanxi’s emotions quietly surged. Even if there was a rift, how could family ties be severed so easily?

“Let’s talk upstairs.”

The money that needed to be asked for was requested. The people who needed to be found now had a direction. Given that Nan Chu had a meeting to attend and Chao Nanxi promised to go home for the weekend, the conversation between the siblings didn’t last long.

Chao Nanxi walked back into the lounge. Cen Xin was looking down at something, so engrossed that she didn’t notice Nanxi approaching.

“Let’s go.”

Nanxi’s voice startled Cen Xin again. The papers on her lap scattered to the floor as she stood up. Chao Nanxi knelt down to help her pick them up. As she gathered them, her movements slowed.

It was a job application for a certain theater troupe.

There was one last sheet. Cen Xin reached for it, but Chao Nanxi deliberately pinned down a corner with her finger.

“Remember my question from last night?”

They both looked up at the same time, gazes meeting in the warm, soft light.

“Cen Xin, actually… I don’t trust you.”

Author’s Note:

Little Assistant’s Work Diary:

She knows I like sugar.

Chao Nanxi: The marking hasn’t started, and love is still far away, but we’ve already settled the hand-holding and hugging. Excellent!