After Little Sweet Omega Runs with the Ball - Chapter 25.1

Song Shuangtian naturally recognized this bracelet.

Not only did she recognize it, but she had also touched it countless times.

Song Shuangtian: “……?”

Yuan Yin was utterly amazed. “So, according to you, Ji Mingxue came here to visit, accidentally left her bracelet behind, and you just happened to pick it up?”

Yuan Yin kept her distance from the Hetian jade bracelet, which was tainted with the pungent scent of an alpha’s pheromones. While the smell might have been comforting to Song Shuangtian, for another alpha like Yuan Yin, it was downright nauseating.

Waving a hand in front of her nose, Yuan Yin took two steps back.

“You two really… might as well just rekindle your old flame.”

Song Shuangtian covered her swollen belly and told Yuan Yin not to jinx it.

As her due date drew nearer, Song Shuangtian grew increasingly restless.

The young omega didn’t want to stay cooped up in a stuffy room all the time. The weather here was pleasant, and the scenery was beautiful, but the physical toll of pregnancy made even the most breathtaking views seem dull and lifeless to her.

Madam Qiu’s brows furrowed into deep creases. She had recently undergone heart surgery and now stood weakly by the door, her face pale.

“Song Shuangtian… call the other parent of this child.”

No omega could give birth smoothly without an alpha at least, in Madam Qiu’s understanding, omegas needed an alpha’s pheromones to guide them through labor.

The blond alpha responsible for Song Shuangtian’s pregnancy had now become a thorn in Madam Qiu’s side.

When sorrowful, Madam Qiu’s expression bore a faint resemblance to Song Shuangtian’s or rather, Song Shuangtian took more after her mother.

“I won’t get angry at that scoundrel, and I won’t have the butler chase them out either.”

Yuan Yin: “……”

Song Shuangtian: “……”

Despite her refined upbringing, Madam Qiu couldn’t help but grit her teeth and mutter a curse under her breath.

“I won’t ask for that scoundrel’s name. Just tell me, are they a man or a woman?”

Madam Qiu compromised, careful not to speak too harshly for fear of disturbing the baby in the young girl’s womb.

Her hand gently stroked Song Shuangtian’s belly, and the little one inside stretched out as if reaching for the outside world.

“The baby is touching me.”

Madam Qiu’s expression was complex, but the deep affection in her eyes was unmistakable.

“A woman.”

Yuan Yin burst into laughter beside them. Ji Mingxue had so many titles, such a prestigious family background.

Yet, in Song Shuangtian’s words, she was reduced to just one descriptor: “a woman.”

He Yanyan nudged Yuan Yin with her elbow. “Sister, stop laughing.”

Yuan Yin covered her mouth, giggling uncontrollably. “I don’t want to, but I can’t help it.”

He Yanyan sighed inwardly. When she first met Song Shuangtian, she had assumed the girl was just some employee Ji Mingxue was keeping.

Though Yuan Yin had never treated He Yanyan as a lover, He Yanyan knew the insurmountable gap in their statuses. She had projected her own sense of helplessness onto Song Shuangtian, only to realize that Song Shuangtian was nothing like the fragile omega she had imagined.

Pregnant with the child of the de facto head of a rival company, stealing confidential data, and then running away.

They were both omegas. How was Song Shuangtian so damn impressive?

Madam Qiu sighed quietly. “What does she do for a living? How many people are in her family? Does she have a proper job?”

Song Shuangtian: “…Probably has a legitimate job?”

Madam Qiu: “Working at a company? Or starting her own business?”

Song Shuangtian fell silent. “…Starting a business?”

Madam Qiu sighed, half-worried, half-bitter. “Is it legal? Did she even go to school? Can she read properly? Don’t lie to me starting a business isn’t that easy.”

It was no surprise Madam Qiu asked this. Song Shuangtian’s stubborn refusal to reveal the name of her alpha mother only reinforced Madam Qiu’s belief that the woman was some delinquent punk.

A lazy, foul-mouthed punk who had run off with her precious daughter.

Yuan Yin laughed too loudly at the doorway, and He Yanyan quickly covered her mouth to keep Madam Qiu from hearing the commotion.

“Sis!”

Yuan Yin laughed until tears glistened in her eyes. Passing nurses kept glancing her way, their expressions clearly questioning whether she was a psychiatric patient in the throes of a sudden episode.

…

M Group Headquarters.

Ji Mingxue’s expression darkened. “Still no news about the bracelet?”

She had visited that small southwestern town more than once, but without fail, the bracelet remained missing.

Leaning back in her chair, Ji Mingxue rubbed her eyes with an uncharacteristic weariness.

“Keep looking.”

Lu Xing sat across the desk, a tablet resting on her lap. “What if we never find it?”

Ji Mingxue’s gaze sharpened instantly, locking onto Lu Xing’s ever-calculating, gold-rimmed glasses.

“My apologies, CEO Ji. I was merely considering all possibilities.”

“We will find it.”

As if saying it to Lu Xing or perhaps to herself.

Seasons passed, and Song Shuangtian had already been gone for over half a year.

Her career plan still lay on Ji Mingxue’s desk.

Stacked A4 papers detailed every department Song Shuangtian was meant to work in, her responsibilities, challenges, and every promotion opportunity.

All of it now seemed like a cruel joke.

Countless times, Ji Mingxue had wanted to toss the stack away but in the end, she only smoothed the crumpled edges and neatly rearranged them.

ST Group was already in her grasp. A flicker of ruthless determination passed through Ji Mingxue’s eyes.

Lu Xing: “CEO Ji, I know a few fortune-tellers. Perhaps they could offer some insight.”

Ji Mingxue: “Are you sleepwalking? If you’re tired, go home and rest.”

Lu Xing: “I’m serious.”

When science failed, superstition was the only refuge left.

Ji Mingxue hadn’t realized Lu Xing dabbled in such things.

“If you’re talking about those charlatans, I suggest you take a nap before spouting nonsense in front of me.”

“It’s Yuan Yin. Rumor has it she’s professionally trained.”

The name was familiar they moved in the same circles, crossing paths often.

But Ji Mingxue had spent most of her years abroad. Everyone knew Yuan Yin and Song Shuangtian were close.

So close that when Ji Mingxue once introduced her girlfriend to Yuan Yin, the two had to awkwardly pretend they’d never met.

Ji Mingxue: “There’s professional training for that?”

Lu Xing nodded earnestly. “They say none of the companies the Yuan family invested in ever lost money because Yuan Yin would consult the stars before every decision.”

Ji Mingxue: “…”

In the end, Ji Mingxue dismissed the idea with a wave, shooing Lu Xing out of her office.

Lu Xing adjusted her glasses at the entrance and pulled out her phone to check the latest message from Yuan Yin.

Standing by the door, she sighed as she replied, a vague thought lingering in her mind had Chairman Ji missed something?

Inside the office.

Ji Mingxue had been restless lately. The bracelet she wore daily on her wrist had once felt like nothing more than an accessory, but now, without it, her wrist felt empty, as if something was missing.

It wasn’t just her wrist, it felt like a piece of her heart had been hollowed out.

Ji Mingxue stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the distant skyline.

Her hand rested on her flat stomach, the tailored fabric of her suit shirt brushing against the well-defined lines of her toned abs.

Lately, the alpha had been experiencing stomach discomfort, frequent nausea, and bouts of shortness of breath.

The name Song Shuangtian had become taboo within the company. Though no one was allowed to mention her, Ji Mingxue still clutched the diamonds and emeralds she had once given Song Shuangtian in her palm.

The finely cut gemstones left faint red marks on her soft skin.

“Chairman Ji, the investigation you requested every movement of that person after joining M Group is all documented here.”

The office door opened as an employee stepped in, holding out a folder with both hands.

Ji Mingxue flipped through it casually, a cigarette dangling unlit from her lips.

Internal company proposals, inquiries about celebrity endorsements, new store locations, copied jewelry design drafts…

The employee summarized the contents, nearly laughing as they reached the end.

“That person also poured boiling water on three of the company’s money trees, killing them, and stole the six-year-old arowana from the finance department.”

“The arowana was worth 610,000. Should we file a lawsuit for compensation?”

Ji Mingxue: “…”

She vaguely recalled seeing a familiar-looking fish at ST Group.

Ji Mingxue let out an exasperated laugh.

She couldn’t decide if the girl was clever or just an idiot.

With a dismissive wave, she motioned for the employee to leave the folder and go.

Fortunately, the hand-drawn drafts Song Shuangtian had taken were all her own designs. Ironically, under Ji Mingxue’s tacit approval, Song Shuangtian’s approval rate at M Group had been unusually high and those same designs had somehow made their way to ST Group.

It was a ridiculous, infuriating loop.

“What kind of mess is this?”

Ji Mingxue scratched her head irritably before locking the absurd folder away in the safe.

She didn’t want anyone else seeing anything related to Song Shuangtian.

Pulling out her phone, she dialed. “Book me a flight.”

When Ji Mingxue arrived at the familiar airport again, a light drizzle had begun outside.

The rain here never seemed to stop never heavy, just enough to cling to clothes without soaking through. Gazing at the layered curtains of rain, Ji Mingxue opened an umbrella and sat by the familiar lakeside.

She placed two flower cakes on her lap.

The water chestnuts in the lake had stopped blooming.

After being thoroughly uprooted by the authorities, their wilted leaves floated pitifully on the water’s surface.

Raindrops clung to Ji Mingxue’s lashes as she tightened her grip on the plate of flower cakes. The delicate scent of roses lingered around her, mingling with the alpha’s own magnolia pheromones.

Beside her, the assistant whispered cautiously to Lu Xing, who had followed out of concern, “Chairman Ji keeps coming here every few days. This…”

She’d fly here in the morning, sometimes staying only half an hour before heading back by evening.

It seemed as if the ancient town had trapped the soul of the alpha here, compelling them to return periodically to replenish their spirit.

Across the lake, in the sanatorium.

“Hey, don’t run!”

Yuan Yin was nearly losing her mind. “Song Shuangtian! Your damn water just broke get back here and have this baby!”

Song Shuangtian’s legs were soaked in a clear fluid, leaving wet footprints with every step she took.

The young omega, who had never given birth before, was terrified. She ran out to the terrace, gasping for fresh air. But where was this place? How could it not reek of disinfectant?

“I’m scared.”

The little omega clutched her belly, trembling all over.

Since this morning, she had been hit with waves of intense pain, followed by the sudden gush of amniotic fluid.

How could a young girl like her have ever experienced something like this?

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