After Breaking Off the Engagement, The Young Lady Deeply Regretted It - Chapter 1

The leaves of the phoenix trees grew wildly, lush and green, blocking out the moonlight. The summer wind carried waves of heat, making the cicadas outside sound even more long-winded and noisy.

On the outskirts of the city stood a luxurious villa district, dazzling with extravagance. Among the ornate buildings, a grand manor in the very center stood out the most, lavishly decorated and sprawling across a vast area.

Jing Xiao was in the topmost room of the manor. She wore a black chest binder on her upper body, while the rest of her figure was covered tightly beneath the blanket. Lifting her eyelids, she glanced toward the mirror opposite her bed.

The woman reflected in the glass had sharply defined features full of aggression, yet strikingly beautiful—especially her pair of narrow, foxlike peach blossom eyes.

Mist still lingered in her gaze, clearly just after a bath.

The slightly curled ends of her hair brushed against her shoulders, itching her skin. She tied her hair up casually, pushed aside the quilt, and got out of bed.

She couldn’t figure out the situation. One moment she had been smoking a cigar, drinking with a group of Alphas, and teaching a lesson to some unruly Omega attendants at the club; the next moment, she had landed in this completely unfamiliar place.

Her attention was quickly drawn by the sound of running water from the bathroom. Thin layers of steam clung to the glass. Unconsciously, Jing Xiao stepped closer, faintly catching sight of a graceful silhouette.

The cold lighting made the woman’s skin seem as white as precious mutton-fat jade, the kind only collected and treasured. Even through the fog, her curves were unmistakably alluring. She was rinsing her hair, the strands dark and glossy like silk.

Sensing something, the woman showering suddenly turned around. Jing Xiao caught a glimpse of two faint pink buds. Her throat went dry, adrenaline surging as her blood roared through her veins.

She was actually feeling desire—for a complete stranger.

Jing Xiao shook her head hard, forcing herself to stay calm. Blackout drinking and suddenly waking up to a gorgeous woman showering—this had to be some kind of honey trap, arranged by a rival company to dig up scandals and seize the East City development land.

Fan Qingyu was sensitive to being watched. Feeling Jing Xiao’s eyes on her, she instinctively stepped back, yanking the shower curtain to cover her private parts. She raised the showerhead defensively, almost spraying Jing Xiao in the face.

The water splashed instead against the glass, clearing away the mist. Their eyes locked.

And Jing Xiao froze.

The woman was breathtaking—curved brows like mist, half-hidden by her hair, almond-shaped eyes carrying a hint of playful scold, long lashes casting shadows beneath her eyes. Her nose and lips were tinged red from the heat of the shower.

Her voice, hazy but tinged with shyness, came through the steam:
“Get back to bed.”

Jing Xiao, stunned by the blow of beauty, was then scolded out of nowhere. The questions burning in her throat couldn’t come out.

Fan Qingyu frowned, wrapping a towel around herself before briskly pushing open the bathroom door.

A warm scent of shower gel wafted out. Droplets of water clung to her skin. Jing Xiao looked down—and nearly had a nosebleed at the deep cleavage before her.

Fan Qingyu’s pale skin was flushed pink. Her slender fingers clutched at the towel as she spoke, her voice soft and spoiled, with the arrogance of someone raised in pampered luxury:
“Jing Xiao, what are you staring at me for?”

Under another’s roof, one had to bow their head. Jing Xiao quickly looked away, suppressing the fire blazing inside her.
“Sorry. I was rude.”

Fan Qingyu huffed, folded her arms, then walked to the wardrobe and slipped into a lace nightdress.
“Didn’t I tell you? If you keep this up, I won’t bother with you anymore.”

Jing Xiao went along with it.
“Mm. You did.”

“It’s so hot in here. Why didn’t you turn on the AC?” she muttered, picking up the remote. With a beep, cool air slowly filled the room.

Jing Xiao raised a brow. Was Fan Qingyu… wanting her to coax her? She pinched her palm—pain confirmed she wasn’t dreaming. But then she glanced down at her body… and realized something was missing.

Gone?!

Jing Xiao froze in place.

At last, it dawned on her: she had entered another time and space. The body was hers, yet not hers.

She didn’t know this woman before her, nor dared act rashly.

Fan Qingyu leaned back against the headboard, watching Jing Xiao’s hesitation. Deliberately tugging at her nightdress strap, she exposed the smooth curve of her shoulder. Her tone was displeased:
“Tonight, you’re not allowed to sleep with me.”

Usually, whenever her tone soured, Jing Xiao would immediately cuddle, kiss, and coax her until she was appeased. The unusual lack of reaction made Fan Qingyu want to test her attitude.

Jing Xiao had nowhere else to go—dressed like this, she couldn’t exactly wander outside. Swallowing her pride, she climbed onto the bed, slid an arm around Fan Qingyu’s waist, and clumsily murmured:
“My fault. Don’t be mad.”

In her original world, Jing Xiao was an S-rank Alpha, unmatched in ability and physique, with a powerful family name. Even the Imperial President gave her respect. Omegas threw themselves at her constantly. Never once had she lowered her head to coax anyone.

But if it was this breathtaking woman she had to coax? Jing Xiao could accept that. A little quarreling as foreplay wasn’t so bad.

Her hand rested at Fan Qingyu’s hipbone, the other gently stroking her waist over the lace fabric. The sensation quickly smoothed away her irritation.

Fan Qingyu turned her face, propping her chin on her hand, her beautiful eyes filled with doubt. In a pitiful voice, she asked:
“Why didn’t you call me ‘wife’ today?”

Jing Xiao stiffened. This goddess… was her wife? Swallowing hard, breath rough, she whispered:
“Wife, I’m sorry.”

Fan Qingyu was unmoved, pulling the silk quilt over herself, curling up sulkily. Her soft, firm bottom pressed against Jing Xiao’s thigh. Jing Xiao couldn’t resist giving it a light smack. Fan Qingyu immediately peeked out, eyes reddened, glaring.

Not angry at all—more like teasing.

Jing Xiao couldn’t hold back anymore. She flung the quilt aside, hugging Fan Qingyu tightly, lips brushing against her back.

“What are you doing!” Fan Qingyu’s voice pitched, pushing her away, eyes brimming with tears as she glared.

Realizing her recklessness, Jing Xiao softened immediately. Since this woman was supposedly her wife, she ought to treat her gently. She hugged her again, apologizing.

Fan Qingyu sniffled, gradually calming down. With suspicion, she asked:
“What’s gotten into you today? Trying something new with me?”

Jing Xiao’s fragile composure nearly shattered.
“N-no… let’s sleep.”

Fan Qingyu stared wide-eyed, almost unable to believe it.
“No? But didn’t you say you had a surprise for me? I came back for nothing then?”

Her light-colored eyes rippled like shallow waters, but beneath the calm was the undercurrent of a storm. Her emotions were plain to see—she was complaining.

So… she wanted it?

Jing Xiao had never cared for ordinary Omegas. At over twenty years old, she had never once experienced such intimacy. During estrus, she spent all her time at the boxing gym. She felt completely unprepared.

Fan Qingyu huffed, lying heavily back down.

Her hair brushed past, releasing a fragrance.

Jing Xiao leaned in—Fan Qingyu smelled of plum blossoms, faint yet rich, like their scent carried on damp winter air. With damp strands clinging to her snowy skin, Jing Xiao couldn’t restrain herself anymore. She pushed her down roughly, whispering:
“I’ll satisfy you, darling.”

Fan Qingyu’s cheeks flushed. She tapped Jing Xiao lightly with a fist.
“Don’t call me that. Say it again, and you can sleep on the floor.”

Before she could finish, Jing Xiao’s lips captured hers fiercely.

The kiss was forceful—too forceful. Fan Qingyu’s teeth knocked against the soft flesh inside her lip, the metallic taste of blood spreading. Tears welled up in her eyes.
“You hurt me.”

Jing Xiao, excited beyond control, trailed kisses downward, leaving red marks across her chest.

In the dim light, the atmosphere turned heavy with intimacy. Her hand was dampened by the woman’s body, a unique scent clinging to her skin. Their breaths tangled together. Fan Qingyu clutched at her hair, letting out a cry.

“Miss, not bad at all,” Jing Xiao murmured, drunk on her fragrance. Clearly, this woman was an S-rank too—otherwise, she wouldn’t have her so completely enthralled.

But Fan Qingyu knew how to hold back, releasing only the faintest wisp of pheromone, enough to hook Jing Xiao but not overwhelm her. Jing Xiao was determined. No matter the price, she had to keep this woman close.

She wanted to leave a temporary mark on Fan Qingyu. While teasing her sensitive spots, she pressed her lips to the back of her neck.

“Mm?”

Her bite landed on empty skin. She tried again, confused. Smooth and pale, the back of Fan Qingyu’s neck bore no trace of glands. Sniffing hard, Jing Xiao still caught the plum blossom fragrance—but there was no pheromone source to be found.

From Fan Qingyu’s perspective, Jing Xiao’s actions were baffling. Dodging her forceful advances, she pressed a finger against Jing Xiao’s forehead.
“What are you sniffing for?”

Jing Xiao blurted out in disbelief:
“You’re a Beta? Where’s the pheromone coming from?”

Fan Qingyu pulled the quilt over herself.
“What Beta? What pheromone?”

Impossible. Jing Xiao felt again at her neck—no sign of glands at all.
“You’re not an Omega?”

“Omega?” Fan Qingyu blinked. The word meant nothing to her—she assumed it was a person’s name. Her pitch rose in alarm:
“You’re cheating on me? With some foreign girl?”

Jing Xiao broke into a cold sweat.
“What are you talking about! I’m asking if you’re an Omega.”

Fan Qingyu grew more certain of her suspicion.
“I’m Fan Qingyu. You don’t even recognize me? Did you take drugs?”

Jing Xiao held her forehead.
“I know you’re Fan Qingyu. I’m asking—are you a Beta, or an Omega?”

Fan Qingyu’s voice cracked in outrage.
“So not just one foreign girl—there’s more than one?!”

The joy she had just been feeling evaporated. Interrupted, confused by Jing Xiao’s nonsense, Fan Qingyu grew hurt and angry. She kicked Jing Xiao off the bed.

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