The Cold Alpha's Black Lotus O Strategy Plan (GL) - Chapter 2

After the surgery, Lü Zhongcai slept groggily for three days. During this time, Jin Sique handled the follow-up matters of Lü Zhongcai’s car accident.

There wasn’t much she needed to do; the Lü family had their own private legal counsel, and the accident matters did not even require the family’s direct involvement.

But as a dutiful Omega wife, Jin Sique still did many things within her capacity.

For example…

Jin Sique, wearing a white cotton nightgown with her dark, curly hair falling to her waist, stood in front of the stew pot in the kitchen, holding a long-handled spoon, painstakingly trying to figure out the weight measurements on the recipe.

Finally, she picked up a small spoon and added some appropriate amounts of salt, sugar, and various seasonings, one by one.

A few minutes later, Jin Sique poured the stewed soup into a thermos, went upstairs to change clothes, and when she came back down, the driver was already waiting outside the villa.

The driver hung up the phone and said with a smile, “Sique, President Lü is awake.”

Jin Sique showed a perfectly timed expression of surprise, leaned slightly forward, and asked for confirmation, “Really? Did Aunt Guo, did Aunt Guo know?”

The driver looked at Jin Sique in the rearview mirror, a smile spreading to the corners of the latter’s upturned eyes. The driver happily said, “Really, Aunt Guo called just now and told me to inform you immediately.”

Jin Sique nodded and asked, “How is A-cai’s health?”

The driver indicated that he didn’t know for sure, but the fact that she was awake at least suggested she was recovering.

Jin Sique looked out the window. When she lowered her smile, her expression returned to a somewhat languid look.

Lü Zhongcai was awake. Was this good news or bad news? Jin Sique couldn’t find a definitive answer for the moment.

Good or bad, emotionally, it seemed to matter little to her.

The car drove away from Jingwan Villa. Clouds drifted across the sky. Jin Sique watched the clouds gradually move further away until they dissipated, and she gently twitched the corner of her lips.

“Sique made you some soup,” Aunt Guo handed the medical report to the person on the bed, whose complexion was slightly pale. “You must be hungry. You can eat when she gets here. While you’ve been hospitalized these past few days, she’s been busy taking care of everything at home.”

Lü Zhongcai paused in the action of taking the medical report and instinctively touched the gland on the back of her neck.

Aunt Guo asked, “What’s wrong?”

Lü Zhongcai slightly shook her head, her expression neither warm nor cold.

A few gentle knocks came from outside the ward door.

“Is that Sique?” Aunt Guo put down the things in her hand and hurried to open the door.

Jin Sique pushed the door open. She wore a simple white T-shirt paired with long jeans. Her thick black hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, swaying gently with her movements.

“A-cai, are you feeling better?” Jin Sique took a few steps inside, looking at Lü Zhongcai with concern and surprise.

Lü Zhongcai, dressed in a hospital gown with her smooth, long black hair spread over her shoulders, was sitting up with the help of the nurse. When she heard the door open, she was pinching the bridge of her nose and turned her head slightly to look over.

The ward was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder, acrid and hot, making it uncomfortable. Jin Sique subtly furrowed her brow.

Lü Zhongcai’s fingertips trembled. She subconsciously asked, “Why did you come?”

The nurse finished tidying up and left the ward.

Jin Sique placed the thermos she was holding on the side table, her gaze locked on Lü Zhongcai’s face the whole time. She leaned down, moving close to Lü Zhongcai, touching her forehead to hers, and asked, “You’re like this, how could I not come to see you? Are you feeling better?”

She was still the same as always.

Lü Zhongcai didn’t say anything, only tensing her brows slightly and subconsciously turning her face away as Jin Sique approached.

“Hmm?” Jin Sique looked at Lü Zhongcai in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

Being so close, Lü Zhongcai smelled a hint of fresh grass, and said faintly, “Much better.”

Jin Sique straightened up and laid out the contents of the thermos: “That’s good. Are you hungry? I made you some congee. I specifically asked the doctor. You shouldn’t eat heavy flavors, but you need nutrition, so I followed a recipe and made fish fillet congee.”

She held up four fingers, looking playful and obedient. “I promise, promise, there is no fishy smell at all!”

Aunt Guo smiled with relief, quietly moving to the doorway, collecting the unnecessary items on the sofa, and gently closing the door, leaving the space to the loving couple.

The fish congee was savory and appetizing. A few spoonfuls later, a warmth suddenly spread through Lü Zhongcai’s heart.

“Didn’t you go to school?” Lü Zhongcai asked.

Jin Sique tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and smiled, “No, I was a little worried about you.”

Lü Zhongcai: “Have you been staying at school or home these past few days?”

Jin Sique: “I’ve been staying in Jingwan.”

Lü Zhongcai finished the congee and couldn’t help but wonder, was the person in the dream really the Jin Sique standing before her?

Jin Sique’s eyes were clear and pure. Even after two years of marriage, her gaze towards Lü Zhongcai still carried the same melancholic shyness as before.

Like a sunflower, always looking up and following its sun. And Lü Zhongcai was Jin Sique’s sun.

But if the dream was true, did the book titled The Canary really foreshadow her tragic fate as a supporting character?

“My gland…” Lü Zhongcai put down the bowl.

“Hmm?” Jin Sique tilted her head and asked, “What about your gland?”

Lü Zhongcai said slowly, “It feels a bit uncomfortable.”

Jin Sique put down the things in her hand, bent her finger, and pulled down Lü Zhongcai’s collar, revealing her swan-like long neck and a section of a silver-edged necklace hidden underneath.

The smell of gunpowder in the ward seemed to intensify. The highly aggressive Alpha pheromones continuously emanating from the Alpha’s gland instantly filled Jin Sique’s entire nasal cavity.

Jin Sique’s movements froze.

Lü Zhongcai slightly tilted her head: “What’s wrong?”

A faint blush rose on Jin Sique’s face. She quickly straightened Lü Zhongcai’s collar around her neck and whispered, “Your pheromones…”

“Sorry,” Lü Zhongcai carefully examined Jin Sique’s expression. “My control seems to be much weaker after the surgery.”

Jin Sique turned her back, only leaving her crimson earlobes facing Lü Zhongcai, like a little girl who was teased and flustered.

In fact, Jin Sique was only twenty years old this year. Compared to the twenty-five-year-old Lü Zhongcai, she was indeed a naive young girl.

Innocent and charming, ignorant of the world, easily flustered by teasing.

She was very fair. The skin behind her ear clearly showed the blood vessels, like veins hidden within a transparent crystal, fragile and beautiful.

She wore a ponytail, the ends of her hair sweeping back and forth between her shoulder blades, occasionally revealing her slender, solitary neck.

Jin Sique lowered her head, searched through her bag, found an inhibitor patch, and tore it open: “Why don’t you wear one? It’s all your scent…”

Lü Zhongcai: “The doctor said it’s best not to use them for now. The pheromones secreted by the gland help the body recover.”

“I see,” Jin Sique was stunned. She touched her nose like a child who had made a mistake, then put the inhibitor patch on the back of her own neck, smiling brightly. “Then I’ll wear one.”

“Those marks on your body,” Lü Zhongcai’s tone softened, “Are they healed?”

Jin Sique blushed again. She gripped the corner of her clothes, pulling down awkwardly. Her eyes quickly glanced towards the door, and as she brought her gaze back, she let out a sigh of relief and said, “No.”

The scene of Jin Sique pouring a glass of red wine over Lü Zhongcai’s head flashed through Lü Zhongcai’s mind. Lü Zhongcai looked sideways, subtly examining Jin Sique, unable to help but repeat the question in her heart: Was that person really you?

Leaving the hospital, Jin Sique politely declined the driver’s offer to take her home. She walked for about ten minutes, her worried smile gradually fading from her face. Her fair, pink face became expressionless, and her bright eyes dimmed, replaced by a lazy indifference.

She reached the intersection, reached up, and pulled off the “good girl” hair tie in her hair. Her black hair cascaded down. She casually grabbed it with her hand twice and flowed with the crowd onto the opposite street.

Lu Baimei rubbed her eyes with the hand resting on the car window, then looked again, carefully scanning the crowd, searching left and right, but she could no longer find the fleeting figure that had caught her eye.

Was that…?

That was Jin Sique, right?

“Did your wife come by earlier?” Lu Baimei asked directly as she pushed open the ward door. The moment the words left her mouth, she saw Lü Zhongcai’s miserable state and burst out laughing.

Lü Zhongcai adjusted the glasses on her nose, pointed to the thermos beside her, and said, “She came to bring food.”

Lu Baimei clicked her tongue, admiring Lü Zhongcai’s plastered leg suspended in the air. She then grabbed the thermos, lifted the lid, and sniffed. A savory aroma wafted out. She clicked her tongue suspiciously. “Did I get it wrong?”

Lü Zhongcai asked, “Did you bring the things?”

Lu Baimei was the CFO of the China branch of LE Capital, where Lü Zhongcai was employed.

“My dear CEO,” Lu Baimei pulled the folder from under her armpit and slapped it down in front of Lü Zhongcai. “Can’t you rest when you’re sick?”

Lü Zhongcai tilted her neck slightly, exposing her delicate jawline. She leaned back, took the folder, and said, “In the three days I was unconscious, the company…”

Lu Baimei interrupted her: “Yes, three days. The accumulated meetings and documents are enough to choke you. Someone at the headquarters is even inquiring about your health and discussing whether to send an Executive VP to take over your work in China.”

Lü Zhongcai nodded, immediately flipping through the documents in her hand.

Her phone vibrated. She glanced sideways—a call from the US Boss.

It was just past noon here. It was around 8:00 PM in Los Angeles. If the calculations were correct, the Boss should be having his post-dinner dessert now—cheese biscuits.

Lü Zhongcai: “…”

Lu Baimei held her phone and, after being glared at by Lü Zhongcai, immediately shrugged: “Everyone knows you’re awake. I blocked a team who wanted to come and check in. Is it too much for me to send one check-in photo?”

Lü Zhongcai silently stared at Lu Baimei, swiped open the screen, and answered the call coolly.

“Where did you go to play today?” An arm wrapped around her, and a hand reached up to snatch the inhibitor patch from the back of Jin Sique’s neck. “Why did you stick two on again? Doesn’t it feel stuffy?”

Jin Sique closed her laptop, turned around, and smiled helplessly, “It’s not stuffy.”

Zhu Wanqing propped herself up with both hands, jumped onto Jin Sique’s desk, and looked down at her, asking, “Sique, what exactly are you hiding from us?”

Jin Sique was taken aback: “What’s wrong?”

“You don’t know? The department group chat said…” Zhu Wanqing looked embarrassed. “They said you’re being kept… This rumor has been circulating for two years, and it had quieted down… but now you’ve disappeared for three days in a row, so some people are saying it again… What exactly happened to you?”

“If something’s going on, tell us, and we can solve it together,” Zhu Wanqing said.

Jin Sique smiled gently, stroking her hair. Her face was pitifully charming. A faint scent of fresh grass emanated from her. The back of her neck, exposed after the patch was torn off, was supple and slender.

She lowered her head, like a slender willow branch bent by pressure, with faint dark marks faintly visible at the neckline. “Hmm, I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.”