The Cold Alpha's Black Lotus O Strategy Plan (GL) - Chapter 8

Jin Sique stood beneath a streetlight as beams of colorful neon light shone toward her from every direction, casting mottled, kaleidoscopic colors across her face.

Lü Zhongcai narrowed her eyes and examined her carefully.

She could recognize who the person was, yet somehow, she could not make out Jin Sique’s expression.

A brief silence fell between them.

052 said, “See? What did I tell you?”

“Why are you here?” Lü Zhongcai asked.

Jin Sique seemed to freeze.

She stepped out from beneath the light, and her features gradually emerged from the hazy surroundings, becoming clear once more.

With the same puzzled tone, she asked Lü Zhongcai, “Zhongcai, why are you here?”

Lü Zhongcai found it difficult to determine whether Jin Sique’s momentary hesitation had come from surprise or panic at being exposed.

“You said you had returned to the university.”

Jin Sique nervously twisted her hands together.

“I-I came here with a friend.”

Lü Zhongcai calmly asked, “A friend?”

“President Lü, did you run into someone you know?”

Lu Baimei walked over. However, just as she was about to approach, she keenly sensed something and abruptly stopped.

“What happened?” Lu Baimei asked quietly.

She looked ahead and saw Jin Sique.

Jin Sique was Lü Zhongcai’s wife. Lu Baimei had met her once or twice before and remembered the Omega very clearly because of the soft, grassy presence surrounding her.

How could she describe it?

Had the instinctive perception between Alphas not told her that this Omega already belonged to someone, any unattached Alpha would have fallen for her.

Jin Sique’s temperament and appearance seemed to suit her name perfectly. She was like a golden kingfisher that could only be kept captive inside a gilded cage.

Jin Sique stood beneath the light, and everything around her seemed bathed in a soft, velvety glow.

She stood there as obediently as a lush green lawn. The socially imposed words Do Not Step on the Grass would only make people even more tempted to reach out a foot and try.

Lu Baimei clicked her tongue several times, turned the steering wheel, and withdrew her gaze from Jin Sique in the rearview mirror.

“President Lü, Jingwan Villa?”

Lü Zhongcai merely looked out the window, appearing not to take the matter to heart.

Jin Sique sat in the back seat with a slightly nervous smile on her face.

She pressed her lips together and repeatedly glanced toward the front, uneasily trying to observe Lü Zhongcai’s expression.

“Thank you.”

After getting out of the car, Jin Sique stood obediently and bowed slightly to Lu Baimei.

“Drive safely.”

She remained stiffly beside Lü Zhongcai’s wheelchair, looking somewhat helpless, as though she did not know how to explain herself.

After all, in Lü Zhongcai’s eyes—or anyone else’s—a bar should not have been a place Jin Sique would ever visit.

Lu Baimei laughed twice and waved dismissively, saying that it was nothing.

She gestured toward Lü Zhongcai, gave her a meaningful look, and then drove away.

Jin Sique lowered her eyes, her long lashes falling.

An indifferent smile curved across her lips as she lazily studied the figure whose back was turned toward her.

Only after the car had driven far away did Lü Zhongcai finally move.

Her wheelchair glided forward.

“Zhongcai,” Jin Sique called.

Lü Zhongcai raised a hand, indicating that she did not need help pushing the wheelchair.

“There’s no need to disturb Aunt Guo. The last time… Was it half a month ago?”

Jin Sique froze.

She had fallen several steps behind Lü Zhongcai. After pausing briefly, she caught up and opened the villa’s entrance door for her.

Half a month had passed since the previous temporary mark.

Inside the entrance hall, the living room lights illuminated one after another.

A new lift designed to accommodate wheelchairs had been installed beside the spiral staircase.

Jin Sique closed the front door and then switched off the living room lights one by one.

The motion-sensitive lights at the foot of the stairs flickered on and off like a glowing strip as she walked into the bedroom.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

“She lied.”

“This is the first time she has lied to you—assuming it was only the first time because you happened to catch her. What about all the times you didn’t?”

052’s voice echoed inside Lü Zhongcai’s mind.

Lü Zhongcai wiped the droplets of water from her neck and leaned back against the bathtub.

Steam filled the bathroom.

A hand reached into the water from outside and gently stirred the surface twice.

Jin Sique had loosely gathered her hair at the back of her neck, exposing her long, slender neck.

The steam dampened the fine, downy strands along her forehead. Moisture gathered into a droplet and slid downward, rolling across her bare back.

Lü Zhongcai raised her eyes.

Beneath her long lashes, her dark gaze rested on Jin Sique.