After Little Sweet Omega Runs with the Ball - Chapter 13

In the end, Song Shuangtian was practically carried horizontally by Ji Mingxue and thrown onto the dormitory bed.

The moment the omega touched the familiar mattress, she immediately relaxed, covering her eyes with her hand.

“How are you feeling?”

Ji Mingxue leaned against the doorframe, watching Song Shuangtian wriggle like a silkworm.

Song Shuangtian rubbed her throbbing temples. “A bit hungry. I’ll eat something first.”

Ji Mingxue glanced at the mess of spilled soup and food in the bag.

“I’ll have someone make you a new meal.”

Song Shuangtian blinked and looked up. “Boss, you’re such a good person.”

Ji Mingxue, suddenly handed a “good person” card: “…”

The omega’s legs were slightly swollen. Wearing loose, fluffy slippers would have been comfortable, but unfortunately, in a place like this, she had no choice but to wear either leather boots or sneakers.

The shoelaces dug tightly into her flesh. With great effort, Song Shuangtian freed her swollen feet from the shoes, massaging the reddened tops where the laces had pressed in.

It was working hours, and the dormitory area was empty except for the two of them.

Ji Mingxue’s eyes darkened slightly as they landed on Song Shuangtian’s ankles.

Did this girl even realize what this gesture implied?

Her fingers traced over the flushed skin of her feet, pressing and kneading with her thumb.

The white fuzzy socks had been tossed aside.

Every touch left bright red marks on her skin.

Ji Mingxue: “What’s wrong with your feet?”

She pulled out her phone, ready to call the medical staff.

Song Shuangtian glared at her fiercely. “It’s all your fault!”

Ji Mingxue paused at the sudden accusation, her expression caught between amusement and disbelief.

“False accusations aren’t a good habit.”

The angrier Song Shuangtian got, the more convinced she became of her suspicion.

“Of course it’s because of the side effects of your mark.”

She muttered under her breath, “An alpha being marked by another alpha, of course my body would react badly.”

Ji Mingxue didn’t catch that, assuming the girl was just grumbling curses at her.

Faced with this unexpected blame, Ji Mingxue eventually put her phone away and retrieved a bruise-relief ointment from the first-aid kit, applying it to Song Shuangtian’s feet.

The current head of M Group, always poised and untouchable, now knelt on one knee, cradling the omega’s swollen legs in her hands.

Kneading, pressing.

Even Song Shuangtian hadn’t expected this.

After a while, the swelling in her foot subsided slightly, leaving only the lingering scent of alpha pheromones from Ji Mingxue’s touch.

Song Shuangtian’s lashes fluttered as she gripped the bedsheet tightly.

From her angle, she could see the delicate collarbone beneath the boss’s collar, the white jade bracelet on her wrist swaying gently with each press, tapping lightly against her leg.

Song Shuangtian: “…”

Song Shuangtian: “They say the wealthy have their unspeakable quirks. Who would’ve thought our esteemed CEO Ji has a fetish for kneeling before her employees? Truly shocking.”

After speaking, she glanced around and noticed subtle changes in the dormitory.

For instance, the messy suitcase had been neatly arranged in the corner.

The rose-patterned lace socks she’d worn once had been hand-washed and hung by the window, emitting a faint scent of soap.

There was also a pillow that had been accidentally thrown to the ground now with a fresh pillowcase, lying peacefully in its rightful place.

Song Shuangtian’s eyes flickered slightly in surprise.

Ji Mingxue: “The other foot.”

Song Shuangtian obediently placed her other foot on Ji Mingxue’s knee.

The woman’s expression was cool and detached: “I don’t have the fetish of kneeling before my employees.”

Even Ji Mingxue herself was astonished not only was she kneeling on the ground massaging the legs of this junior employee, but after finishing, she had instinctively pressed her lips to Song Shuangtian’s feverish instep. The soft kisses trailed up to her calf, then her knee.

Lipstick left faint red marks on the snow-white skin.

The tingling sensation made Song Shuangtian clutch the bedsheet tightly, almost tearing a hole in it.

“Mmm, you!”

Ji Mingxue’s gaze darkened. “Still sore?”

The smudged lipstick had spread from the corners of her lips to the edges, leaving a faint red streak on her face.

Song Shuangtian gasped for breath like a fish out of water. “Enough! I’m fine now.”

“Good.”

The chef had specially prepared some light dishes for Song Shuangtian. Even with her recent lack of appetite, she couldn’t find fault with them and ended up eating half a bowl more than usual.

Learning from past experience, Song Shuangtian kept as much distance as possible from Ji Mingxue at the dining table.

This woman shameless!

During the meal, Ji Mingxue answered a phone call, a faint trace of annoyance and disdain flashing across her features.

“What’s wrong?”

Song Shuangtian asked reflexively, though she didn’t actually expect the CEO to share the details with her.

From the documents Ji Mingxue had recently signed, she had learned about the sponsors M Group intended to negotiate with next quarter.

Contrary to Song Shuangtian’s expectations, Ji Mingxue placed her phone face-down on the table after hanging up.

After confirming Song Shuangtian had finished her bowl of chicken noodle soup, she said with satisfaction, “Some rival companies are claiming that M Group’s new products this quarter are subpar using optimized lower-grade gemstones to sell at premium prices.”

Song Shuangtian’s hand trembled, and a chopstick clattered to the floor.

“ST Group?!”

That couldn’t be. Yuan Yin had said her father had been laying low recently.

“I never said it was ST Group.”

Song Shuangtian: “…”

Ji Mingxue gave her a strange look. “I know you have grievances with ST Group. Those idiots plagiarized your designs.”

Song Shuangtian coughed dryly.

The chicken noodle soup in front of her was delicious not greasy at all. The delicate noodles, a rarity in this western desert, hailed from the Jiangnan region.

The broth was rich, made from a local free-range chicken unique to the highlands.

“The opponent doesn’t matter. M Group has too many rivals, none of whom are worthy of being called competitors.”

Ji Mingxue’s words were arrogant, but she had the right to be.

After a moment of thought, Song Shuangtian finished the last of her soup and exhaled slowly. The warmth finally soothed the ache in her stomach.

“Submit quality certifications, inspection reports, and endorsements from relevant authorities. Then immediately issue a statement on social media and send legal notices to the rumor-mongering accounts. Schedule a court date, I trust M Group’s legal team.”

Her fingers absently traced her abdomen. “The PR department needs to remain composed throughout. It’s just public pressure. Handled well, it could even win over potential customers.”

Song Shuangtian blurted everything out without noticing Ji Mingxue’s expression, only to suddenly hear applause coming from the other side.

Song Shuangtian was baffled: “?”

The omega was quite adept at handling this type of PR crisis likely because ST Group had been bashed online so often that, as the heir, she had no choice but to level up in this particular skill.

The company is too weak; I can’t carry it alone

“Well said. The PR department has already taken such measures.”

Song Shuangtian slowly let out a sigh of relief, but before she could speak, the person beside her continued, “Staying as just a junior designer would be a waste of your talent. Manager Yang from the PR department is on maternity leave soon. You can go over and lend a hand.”

Ji Mingxue praised, “I told you, if you stay by my side and behave, there will be rewards.”

Song Shuangtian: “.”

Politely declined. The resignation letter is already written, lol.

Being a designer and then getting parachuted into another department you really know how to exploit people.

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