Chapter 50
Xiao Yun was used to discussing movies with colleagues after watching them, but those were usually plot-driven or emotional films with deep thematic significance that could be discussed openly.
However, the movie they had just watched was centered entirely on “life” (procreation). How could one even discuss that? She was deeply shaken by the boldness and avant-garde nature of this world. Still, reflecting on that previous variety show, this didn’t seem so shocking anymore.
But why did Jiang Cha ask her about her “needs”?
In an instant, memories of when she first transmigrated flashed back—of Jiang Cha lying beneath her in a state of disarray. Had it not been for her fear of death and her sharp rational mind, she might have succumbed to the original body’s impulses and done things she shouldn’t have.
The air was silent. Jiang Cha clung tightly to her arm. Since she was wearing a camisole nightgown, her arm was exposed, and Jiang Cha rested her slightly cool face against it. The other’s silky skin felt like rich white chocolate, and Xiao Yun found the nuzzling quite pleasant. Jiang Cha’s faint breath brushed against her arm in rhythmic, tickling waves.
And so, this seemingly innocent, “milky” little kitten had asked her about those kinds of needs. Xiao Yun couldn’t help but feel that Jiang Cha was incredibly bold.
She didn’t know how to answer. After a long silence, she dared to turn her head slightly. Having adjusted to the darkness, her vision grew clear. As she turned, she saw a pair of obsidian-like eyes looking up.
They met eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose, exchanging breaths.
“I… am not too sure either.”
In truth, she knew that a beautiful shell capable of making her soul’s DNA stir would certainly be sexy and alluring.
Jiang Cha seemed dissatisfied with the answer and moved even closer. Their noses accidentally bumped, the fine hairs on the other’s nose grazing her skin, bringing a flurry of sweet fragrance. Xiao Yun quickly turned her head away and apologized. Jiang Cha shook her head and continued, “Did you like the Omega in the movie?”
This question was like poking the embers of her recently calmed heart, forcing her to imagine others and causing the movie scenes to replay. It had to be said that the figures of the two female leads in The Movement of Life were top-tier. When beautiful souls collide, the sparks aren’t just about biology; there’s a spiritual intertwining. The movie’s expression was direct yet aesthetic.
Especially that beautiful Omega—petite, exquisite, and as lovely as carved jade. Lying obediently on the grass, she looked vivid and full of life. The only thing was she was very thin—too thin, really—which meant she wasn’t very “full.” However, her slender collarbones, sternum, ribs, dainty arms, and slim legs were enough to draw the eye and make one overlook her flaws. The emotional counselor was also gentle; who wouldn’t like such a considerate Omega?
So, Xiao Yun’s answer was that she liked her, but noted she was too thin and needed to eat more to be healthy. She tried to dampen the “romantic” atmosphere and maximize the “wholesome” vibe.
However, Jiang Cha’s follow-up question made her heart race again.
“Then… are you Betas like that too?”
Xiao Yun took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions. Although she had talked about such things with female friends in the past and wasn’t one to shy away from the topic of sex, today was different. Having just witnessed an Alpha marking an Omega and then watching that film, she couldn’t claim her heart was like a stagnant pool of water.
Especially with such a beautiful “Siren” sticking so close to her; she felt out of her element. She swallowed and said raspy, “Except for the lack of pheromones, it’s the same.”
Jiang Cha nodded in the dark. “Then are you the ‘top’ or the ‘bottom’?”
Betas had many options; they could be on top, on the bottom, or in the middle. Xiao Yun thought for a moment and felt she leaned more toward being the “protector.” She mused, “Actually, it depends on the partner. What the partner’s needs are.”
Jiang Cha: “What if the partner is an Omega?”
Xiao Yun: “Then it goes without saying. However, such cases are rare. No Omega looks at a Beta in this world where the average household has three kids.”
Jiang Cha hesitated for a moment. “Actually, an Omega might like a Beta like you. You’re so excellent, so good.”
Xiao Yun gave a self-deprecating smile. “People outside like the Xiao family’s wealth. If I’m just a Beta, I’m not only despised by my family but ridiculed by the world. No one likes me.”
Under the quilt, the “kitten’s” fingers gripped her wrist tightly. “Who says so? Someone will like you.”
Xiao Yun was rarely told she was liked. Back in the real world, the girls who pursued her thought she was gentle and considerate but too calm and bland. Life lacked passion; it was either surgery or being on the way to surgery. Her girlfriend’s departure had made her look inward at whether she was too one-dimensional. Life wasn’t just work; there was more to it.
The “kitten’s” affirmation warmed her heart. In the original book, the host had a tragic end, but she was different. She had at least kept her life. If she could find a soulmate, that would be even better. She reached out and gently stroked the Omega’s hair, thanked her, and told her it was time for bed. Tomorrow was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and they had to wake up early.
After a while, the little kitten gave a soft, milky “mhm”—a sound like a sleepy whimper.
Xiao Yun truly couldn’t sleep. To say she had no reaction to the film would be a lie, especially in the dead of night with a great beauty clinging to her arm. She just wanted to pull her arm out. Fortunately, Jiang Cha was a very quiet sleeper and wasn’t a light sleeper anymore. Xiao Yun slowly extracted her arm. In the faint light, she could see the silhouette of Jiang Cha’s figure tightened by the silk nightgown.
She successfully pulled her hand away, moved to the edge of the bed, and lightly tucked the quilt between them to create a gap. Then she turned her back and went to sleep.
Having not slept in for a long time, Xiao Yun slept soundly. she even dreamed she was hugging a warm quilt, her head buried in the cotton, breathing in the scent of sun-dried fabric. She didn’t even want to get up.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the firecrackers downstairs disturbed her dream. She opened her eyes only to realize that she wasn’t hugging cotton, but Jiang Cha’s petite, burning-hot body. She wasn’t sniffing a sun-dried quilt, but the “springtime” beneath the silk against Jiang Cha’s chest. Between the perfect lines of her body was a thin layer of sweat, emitting an alluring pheromone.
Xiao Yun’s pupils dilated instantly. She let go of the still-sleeping Jiang Cha and sat up with a start. To be honest, she knew Jiang Cha liked to roll around at night, but she hadn’t realized she liked to roll around too. They had unconsciously rolled together. This was the awkwardness of sharing a single quilt.
Jiang Cha seemed to be woken by the movement. She rubbed her bleary eyes and looked at her half-dazed. Her voice was soft: “Morning.”
It seemed Jiang Cha didn’t realize they had been hugging. Xiao Yun replied, “Morning.”
Downstairs, the Xiao family was already waiting at the table. On the first day of the year, everyone had a bowl of tangyuan in front of them, which were already getting cold. Grandma Liu was pushed in via wheelchair, arriving late.
“Everyone, don’t wait. Start eating.”
Xiao Jingliang stepped forward to help his mother to her seat. Duan Hong sat to the side, glancing sideways. “I don’t know what’s wrong with that second child, sleeping in with her wife on the first day of the year. It’s almost ten o’clock.” She wanted to point out that Xiao Yun and Jiang Cha had no manners, but Xiao Jingliang snapped, “Just eat your food.”
Wasn’t a fist-sized tangyuan enough to plug her mouth?
Duan Hong, resentful of Grandma Liu’s favoritism toward Xiao Yun, said, “Xiao Qing, why don’t you go call your sister down?”
Xiao Qing, lacking situational awareness, stood up to agree. Grandma Liu set down her spoon, her face stern. “The young couple finally has a holiday; what’s there to call them for?” Moreover, she had arranged for them to watch that movie last night. They must have been busy until the middle of the night—so what if they slept in? “Xiao Qing, sit down and eat your food.”
Xiao Qing’s face darkened, but she forced a smile and returned to her seat. Once seated, Grandma Liu scanned the table and asked with half-closed eyes, “Where’s Xia He? Why isn’t she up yet?”
Xiao Yu looked up and replied, “Miss Xia had a fever last night and didn’t sleep until 2:00 AM. She’s likely still resting. I’ll go check on her in a bit.”
Grandmother Liu nodded. “I see. You should look after your Miss Xia more; she’s so good to you. Butler Mei, go check on her later.”
Butler Mei nodded. Xiao Yu, however, felt a lump in her throat. Yesterday, after “marking” (temporarily) Xia He, she had carried her back to her room and only left once Xia He’s condition stabilized. She hadn’t figured out how to face Xia He yet. She had only meant to confess yesterday, but the Miss Xia in the pumpkin carriage was so charming and lovely. She couldn’t help but kiss her.
Lips are the key to unlocking desire; how could one kiss be enough? She hadn’t expected to coax open the other’s lips and tongue, and when she recklessly vented her pheromones, it threw Xia He—who was already in estrus—into chaos. She still didn’t know how to apologize today.
In the bedroom, Jiang Cha had changed into festive red clothes and was carefully applying mascara while humming a song, seemingly in a great mood. Xiao Yun stood with her arms crossed, thinking. Grandma had intentionally made the family play that film last night—it wasn’t just for viewing.
She pinched her chin, pondering, her gaze eventually landing on Jiang Cha’s fair neck. It was like a swan’s neck, delicate enough to see the faint blue veins beneath the snowy skin. She had tasted that neck once; one word: “Desire.” A small section of white neck could not only make someone enter the “state” quickly but also trigger her own excitement, because the blood flow there was fast and the skin tender.
One little “sip,” and the skin would turn red.
The Omega noticed her stare and turned her head slightly, lifting her hair to reveal more of her neck. “What is it?”
She realized she had been thinking about Xiao Yun; she at least had a favorable impression of her. Being stared at by someone she liked made her feel inexplicably self-conscious. Xiao Yun lowered her hands and walked unhurriedly to her side. She leaned forward, her handsome face almost touching the neck.
Xiao Yun’s features were bold but not sharp; she was like a breath of oxygen in spring—very soothing to look at. Especially those eyes: bright and clear, without any ulterior motives, just curiosity. Despite being looked at like this, Jiang Cha felt shy. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and pursed her lips.
Xiao Yun didn’t say anything. After scanning the neck, she reached out with her slender, jade-like fingers and touched it. Jiang Cha shrugged her shoulders slightly but didn’t pull away. Does Xiao Yun have the same desire for me? she wondered.
The beautiful Beta placed her hot hand on the neck. Jiang Cha froze as if her pressure points had been struck, waiting for the other’s move. She turned her head slightly to meet her gaze. The Beta’s face was inches away; if she just tilted her head a little, she could reach those full red lips. Xiao Yun’s lips were very red and well-shaped; on her cool face, they added a hint of sensuality.
Xiao Yun’s lips curled into a grin, revealing white teeth. “Are you afraid of pain?”
“Huh?” Jiang Cha’s eyes widened. Suddenly, her neck went numb, followed by a surge of pain. “Hiss.”
With just that one move, Xiao Yun let go and looked at the reddened skin. “Perfect.”
Having pinched her neck, Xiao Yun turned away shamelessly.
“What are you doing?!” Jiang Cha rubbed her neck and looked in the mirror. A red mark had been pinched into her skin. “Do you have violent tendencies?”
“Sorry. I figured since Grandma made us watch that movie, she’ll definitely ‘check’ on us.”
So it was for ‘turning in homework.’ Xiao Yun didn’t even think to discuss it with her. Moreover… she had thought Xiao Yun was going to kiss her. Her face flushed bright red, and she covered the mark on her neck.
“Then should I limp out while clutching my waist as if it’s broken? Would that be better?” Jiang Cha bit her lip, turned around, and walked slowly to her side. “Yunyun, you pinched me so hard it hurts.”
Xiao Yun felt guilty. “I… I’m sorry. I wanted to discuss it with you. I’ll put some medicine on it later.”
The “drama queen” Jiang Cha immediately supported her waist, furrowed her brows, and took small steps toward her. Today she wore a waist-cinching long dress; her full chest pressed directly against Xiao Yun’s front.
“Then in a bit, we’ll go down like this.” Jiang Cha looped her arms around Xiao Yun’s neck, her head resting on her shoulder, her eyes watery and “pitiable.” “Okay?”
Xiao Yun knew she shouldn’t have bullied Jiang Cha. Now, Jiang Cha’s eyelashes were like little brushes, grazing her neck. Those distinct lashes looked like they could turn into needles at any moment and pierce her veins. With the beautiful little wife so close, she couldn’t move.
“I… I’ll support you in a bit. No need for… this.”
“For what?” Warm breath swirled around her ear, making her whole body tremble. The little kitten seemed unsatisfied and was looking at her mischievously.
“Jiangjiang, I was wrong.” Xiao Yun lowered her head. “I should have asked you.”
Beautiful eyes locked onto hers. A moment later, a hint of a smirk appeared. Jiang Cha’s lips curled. “Remember to ask me next time.”
“Okay.”
“And…” Jiang Cha stood on her tiptoes, her nose lightly touching Xiao Yun’s earlobe, her entire body hanging off her. Xiao Yun cooperated by bending slightly to hear what command the Queen was about to issue. A breeze blew, lifting the hair by her ear. The Queen’s voice was like an ancient, enchanting spell: “Next time… remember to use your mouth.”
Xiao Yun held her breath. Jiang Cha pulled her closer, and then something soft and warm pressed against her neck. A numbing sensation spread from the soles of her feet. After that chilling sensation, she heard the sound of the Omega’s lips parting, followed by a sharp pain in her neck.
Does Jiang Cha think my neck is a piece of dried fish?!
The little kitten was highly vengeful. Xiao Yun walked to the mirror clutching her neck. A small row of teeth marks was pressed into the reddened skin. But she couldn’t blame her; after all, she had started it.
Jiang Cha looked at her handiwork with satisfaction. This way, Grandma would think the two of them had been passionate with each other. Jiang Cha skipped toward the door, but after two steps, she suddenly supported her waist, put on a look of suppressed pain, and walked out slowly.
The ultimate drama queen.
After being seated, Xiao Yun ate two tangyuan and deliberately showed her injured neck to Grandma Liu. Grandma was very satisfied. Seeing both Xiao Yun and Jiang Cha “battle-scarred,” hope blossomed in her heart: the Xiao family was going to have a great-grandchild. The film wasn’t anything shameful, so she didn’t ask further. It was only natural for two young people to put theory into practice after watching such a thing.
Seeing the satisfied smile, Xiao Yun figured this hurdle was passed. Luckily Grandma didn’t live at the villa full-time; if she checked every day, Xiao Yun would have to pinch Jiang Cha’s neck daily. She bit into a tangyuan, her gaze drifting to Jiang Cha’s neck. The red mark she had pinched had already mostly faded, but her own neck still felt the sting of those teeth marks. She wouldn’t dare provoke Jiang Cha again.
However, those warm lips… they were like a piece of candy given before a slap—incredibly sweet. Being a broad-minded person, she wouldn’t hold a grudge against a delicate Omega.
Her gaze shifted to Xiao Yu, recalling yesterday’s drama. Xiao Yu was truly bold—kissing Xia He and then sitting there for breakfast as if nothing happened. She wondered how Miss Xia was reacting. Xia He’s seat was empty.
“Where is Miss Xia?” Xiao Yun asked while eating.
Just as Xiao Jingliang was about to answer, Butler Mei came running down the stairs with a letter. “Chairman, Old Madam—Miss Xia has gone back to her hometown.”
At the same time, a harsh clatter came from Xiao Yu’s direction. A spoon had dropped into a porcelain bowl, vibrating with a sharp ring. “Let me see that.” Xiao Yu stood up and took the letter.
Brother-in-law, there’s an emergency at home, so I’m leaving. It’s late and you’re all resting, so I won’t say goodbye in person. Leaving this letter instead. —Xia He.
Xiao Yu’s face turned deathly pale. She stood there, unable to believe it. The letter in her hand felt weightless, as if her entire body had been hollowed out. Xiao Yun took the letter and read it aloud.
This was bad. Her “Miss Xia” (her mother’s sister)—both their parents had passed away long ago. Where could she go? The only place Xiao Yun could think of was her great-grandfather’s old house in the countryside, or the teacher’s dormitory. But kindergarten was on holiday; the school wouldn’t even be open.
Xiao Jingliang frowned. “Emergency at home? She divorced her ex-husband long ago, and he has a new girlfriend. Where would she be?” Everyone knew she didn’t have a “home” to speak of.
Xiao Yu didn’t dare tell the family the truth. She only said, “Something’s wrong. Miss Xia has nowhere to go. Where could she have gone?” Xia He was clearly dodging her—or worse, doing something dangerous.
Xiao Yun knew something was wrong as well. The others didn’t know, but she knew Miss Xia had disappeared because of Xiao Yu. She pressed her hand on Xiao Yu’s shoulder to calm her. “Don’t panic. I’ll call and ask.”
The phone rang seven times before connecting. Xiao Yun’s heart settled slightly. “Miss Xia?”
Xia He’s voice sounded weak: “Xiao Yun? Is something wrong?”
“Where are you? We’re all worried about you.”
Xia He hesitated. “I… I left a note. There’s just… an issue at the old house. Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.”
Xiao Yun sighed and walked outside to speak. “Miss Xia, ‘issue at the old house’? You can lie to anyone, but your own niece?”
There was a long silence before she heard a sob. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine on my own.”
Fine, my foot. Xia He was even more timid than Jiang Cha. Though she was her “Miss Xia” by rank, she was barely ten years older than her. Xiao Yun hung up, reported to the family that she was safe, and made an excuse to head out.
She had planned to go alone, but Jiang Cha caught up with her in the parking lot. “Yunyun, not calling me when something is wrong? That’s dishonest.” Jiang Cha stood by the passenger door with her hands on her hips.
Fine—two people were better than one. Maybe between Omegas, communication would be easier. Just as she opened the door and buckled up, the back door was pulled open and Xiao Yu sat inside. In the rearview mirror, Xiao Yu looked incredibly tense. “Second Sister, take me with you.”
“Get out.” Xiao Yun gave her a disdainful look in the mirror. She knew what Xiao Yu had done, even if Xiao Yu didn’t know she knew. “I’m going to the hospital; what are you following for?”
Xiao Yu leaned forward. “Second Sister, you’re looking for Xia He, aren’t you? Don’t lie to me.”
Xiao Yu was persistent. Xiao Yun sighed. “Why should I take you?”
“Yesterday… I kissed Miss Xia. She left because of me.”
How honest. Xiao Yun was impressed; she was at least a woman of action. She feigned shock: “You kissed Xia He? Are you crazy?”
“I think I’m crazy too, but…”
“Then there’s even less reason for me to take you. Miss Xia doesn’t want to see you. Get out.”
Xiao Yu shook her head, her face cupped in her hands. Her pale fingers disappeared into her black hair. Her face was pale, finally showing her true emotions—defeated and listless. Her eyes were bloodshot from a sleepless night, and tears pooled in her eyes, about to fall. “Please, Second Sister.”
Xiao Yun finally saw what it looked like for an S-class Alpha to be driven to tears by anxiety. To be honest, Xiao Yu’s love was too exposed and bold. Had she given Miss Xia even a little time to process, things might not have reached this point.
She sighed, muttered “you deserve it,” and the trio set off. Along the way, the talkative Xiao Yu poured out everything—from her secret crush to going abroad, to how much she missed her, and how she couldn’t control herself and kissed her.
Seeing Xiao Yu cry, Jiang Cha occasionally turned to hand her a tissue and asked considerately, “The gap between you two is so large. If you pursue her, there are many uncertainties.”
Xiao Yu lay in the back seat, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Jiang Cha. “But if I don’t speak, I’ll never have a chance. I don’t want to be her friend. If you like someone, pursue them. If you can’t win them, take them. If that doesn’t work, use every means possible. As a lawyer, I’ll use my silver tongue until she’s mine.”
It was the first time Jiang Cha had heard such a view on love—that if you like someone, you must fight for them.
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