After Little Sweet Omega Runs with the Ball - Chapter 25.2

She had bravely claimed she wasn’t afraid before, but the moment she saw the delivery room filled with cold metal instruments, her soul nearly fled her body.

This delivery room had been specially prepared for her by Madam Qiu and Yuan Yin.

Even the doctors had been personally invited from the best hospitals.

The young omega stood under a fine drizzle, her peach-blossom eyes misty with unshed tears as her body quivered.

Another contraction hit.

“Mmm…”

It hurt.

It hurt so much it felt like a power drill was going full throttle inside her belly.

He Yan Yan stood at the terrace door.

“Miss Song, don’t be afraid. It’s cold outside you’ll catch a chill.”

Song Shuangtian’s eyes brimmed with tears. “Can I just… not give birth?”

He Yan Yan: “…”

Song Shuangtian clutched Ji Mingxue’s bracelet tightly in her hand. The scent of the alpha’s pheromones emanating from it provided a slight relief to her anxiety.

Yuan Yin stood by the delivery room, her phone screen lit up, displaying Ji Mingxue’s contact.

If anything went wrong with Song Shuangtian, she wouldn’t hesitate she’d call Ji Mingxue immediately, forcing that scumbag alpha to rush over, no matter what.

In the end, the poor little omega was helped back inside by He Yan Yan and wheeled into the delivery room on a bed.

Though terrified, she knew the baby had to be born.

“What happens if I don’t give birth?”

He Yan Yan, now dressed in sterile surgical scrubs with only her eyes visible behind a mask, replied,

“Medically, there’s no option to choose between saving the mother or the child. But if you really refuse to give birth, then Ji Mingxue will just have to attend the joint funeral for you and the baby.”

He Yan Yan added, “I heard Ji Mingxue once took a pottery class in Jerusalem. She’ll probably make you a beautiful urn.”

She pulled out a notebook. “What design would you like, Miss Song? I’ll jot it down and pass it along to her later.”

He Yan Yan was joking, but Song Shuangtian was on the verge of tears.

Doctor, Your Healing Hands Work Miracles

Song Shuangtian didn’t want to speak anymore. Her willingness to give birth had increased significantly.

The bracelet on her left wrist, once worn by Ji Mingxue, carried a soothing warmth that calmed the storm inside her.

Having been worn by the alpha for years, it was saturated with pheromones.

Now, it became the final protective shield for her omega wife.

Yuan Yin and Madam Qiu stood together outside the delivery room, restless, their hands tightly clasped.

Madam Qiu leaned weakly against Yuan Yin’s shoulder. “Who is that damned delinquent? Why did they have to hurt my child like this?”

Madame Qiu was neither pregnant nor had she sought a partner. Ever since her sister had a child, she had treated this child as her own.

Her sister lived abroad year-round, and while Madame Qiu was nominally the child’s aunt, she had long since stepped into the role of Song Shuangtian’s mother.

From the delivery room, Song Shuangtian’s cries could be heard intermittently.

By the end, there wasn’t even the strength left to scream.

With every whimper from Song Shuangtian, Madame Qiu’s body trembled.

Her well-maintained face seemed to age several years in that moment.

Yuan Yin patted Madame Qiu’s shoulder. “She’s not some delinquent.”

Madame Qiu’s eyelashes fluttered. “What did you say?”

Yuan Yin: “Her family runs a business they’re quite wealthy. She didn’t know Song Shuangtian was pregnant.”

Madame Qiu’s lips twisted. “I’ve seen plenty of rich brats. Does having money mean they can disregard an omega’s safety and mark them at will?”

“Trash!”

Yuan Yin: “Yes.”

How could it not be?

……

On the other side of the lake.

Ji Mingxue suddenly felt something and lifted her gaze toward the distant building.

Amid the fine drizzle, a layer of white mist rose over the lake, obscuring the structure on the opposite shore.

For no reason at all, Ji Mingxue’s heart clenched violently. She gripped the fabric over her chest tightly, bending over as if struck by a sharp pain.

“Song Shuangtian.”

The name surfaced in her mind without warning.

She hadn’t told anyone, but ever since Song Shuangtian left, she had been plagued by sleepless nights.

Would her little omega employee suffer the same?

Would she, too, experience physical discomfort from the lack of pheromones?

“President Ji.”

Lu Xing’s voice shattered the lakeside silence.

“You need to take suppressants.”

Ji Mingxue: “I’m not in rut.”

I just feel unwell.

Ji Mingxue rubbed her throbbing temples, raised her umbrella, and turned away from the lake. “Time to get back to work.”

She paused in the rain, looking back at the building now veiled in mist.

What was it about this place that kept drawing her back?

Perhaps it was the casual sketch of Song Shuangtian’s profile she had drawn in the rain, or maybe the spot where the bracelet had been lost.

For once, the alpha considered that she might have made a mistake.

She had lost something precious.

Perhaps, even if she had been deceived by Song Shuangtian, it was still some kind of mercy bestowed upon her.

Ji Mingxue cast one last glance at the lake, now swallowed by thick mist, blocking her searching gaze.

In a place unknown to Ji Mingxue, a newborn’s cry pierced the sky.

A new life had entered the world.

The little girl wailed with remarkable vigor, her tiny body red and wrinkled.

Unaware that, from the moment of her birth, she had already been deemed unappealing by her omega mother.

Exhausted, Song Shuangtian muttered, “This is what I gave birth to?”

So ugly.

He Yanyan cradled the impossibly soft, fragile bundle and placed it beside Song Shuangtian’s pillow.

“It’s your baby.”

“She’s all red and wrinkled, like a little mouse.”

“Did you guys switch my child?”

He Yanyan: “……”

The moment Madame Qiu pushed open the door, she heard those words. Her vision darkened, and Yuan Yin steadied her.

“All babies look like this when they’re born! You were the same!”

Madame Qiu hurriedly tucked the blankets around Song Shuangtian. “The shape of her eyes looks just like yours.”

Madame Qiu gazed tenderly at the little life in her arms. Even though she harbored hostility toward the omega who had gotten Song Shuangtian pregnant, it didn’t stop her from adoring this child.

No one said a single mother couldn’t raise a child.

Madame Qiu believed Song Shuangtian would be a good mother, and of course, this child would be cherished by everyone present.

“She’ll be a happy baby.”

She would grow up in an environment of wealth, ease, and freedom.

Madame Qiu gritted her teeth, thinking: It’d be best if this child never met that scoundrel of an alpha mother in her lifetime, lest she be led astray.

Song Shuangtian closed her eyes, utterly exhausted, her body nearly drained of strength.

The delivery had gone smoothly, with minimal damage to her body, and the whole process had been quick, almost as if the baby had slipped out with a plop.

“So, what’s the little one’s name?”

When Song Shuangtian woke up and looked at the wrinkled little bundle, she gently stroked the baby’s soft cheek.

“Guanguan.”

Yuan Yin: ???

Medical staff: ???

Thinking they hadn’t heard clearly, Song Shuangtian clarified, “Guanguan, like a ceramic jar. Her full name is Song Yuqing.”

He Yanyan: “…”

The child had been born during a light rain, and now the skies outside had cleared.

He Yanyan had no doubt that if it had been pouring outside, Song Shuangtian would’ve named the child Song Dayu (Big Rain).

Of course, not many people remembered the baby’s full name, Song Yuqing everyone just called her Guanguan.

From the initial “ceramic jar,” it gradually morphed into others assuming she ate a lot and was a “gas tank.”

Guanguan loved her name and let out a loud wail.

The little one flailed her chubby arms, crying loudly.

Between sobs, she squirmed toward Song Shuangtian, flopping onto the blankets like a little animal cub. Only after catching the scent of her omega mother did she finally stop crying.

No more tears.

As long as she could cling to her mom, Guanguan wouldn’t cry.

Surprisingly easy to soothe.

……

The next time Ji Mingxue saw Yuan Yin was half a year after Guanguan’s birth.

Ji Mingxue stepped into the headquarters of ST Group. Once bustling and opulent, the building now stood desolate.

Employees had come and gone, leaving only a scattered few who hadn’t resigned yet.

Pushing open the conference room door, she found Yuan Yin lounging with her legs crossed, idly playing a game on her phone.

Beside Yuan Yin sat an adorable Maltese puppy.

The little white dog let out a yip at the sight of a stranger.

Yuan Yin patted its head. “Quiet.”

“Director Ji is here.”

Seeing Ji Mingxue take a seat across from her, Yuan Yin leisurely closed the game and glared at her.

“Song Shuangtian has entrusted me to sell all her shares to you.”

Yuan Yin tossed the documents in front of Ji Mingxue.

“Four and a half billion already a family discount.”

Ji Mingxue’s eyebrow twitched. “Family discount?”

Yuan Yin had no intention of explaining. “ST Group has always excelled in the domestic affordable luxury market, with a loyal clientele of young professionals and middle-class consumers. If M Group wants to expand in this sector, acquiring ST is the most cost-effective approach. I’m sure Director Ji has considered breaking into the domestic market before with visibly lackluster results.”

“After spending so much upfront, another five billion is just pocket change for you, isn’t it?”

Ji Mingxue: “I think the price is questionable.”

Yuan Yin’s displeasure was written all over her face. “Then there’s nothing left to discuss.”

The other executives from M Group who had come with President Ji were taken aback by Yuan Yin’s take-it-or-leave-it attitude, sign if you want, or get lost if you don’t.

Anyone with eyes could see that Yuan Yin had a problem with Ji Mingxue as a person.

It wasn’t the hostility of a business rival, but something far more subtle, a sense of disdain.

Ji Mingxue rubbed her temples. “Will all this money go to Song Shuangtian?”

Yuan Yin: “Of course.”

Ji Mingxue: “Make it five billion, let’s round it up.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Yuan Yin’s cold expression. Haggling was common, but someone voluntarily raising the price? That was unheard of.

Without another word, Yuan Yin handed the contract to someone nearby for revision.

With nothing separating the two of them now, their eyes met and neither was pleased with what they saw.

The spacious, imposing conference room suddenly felt suffocating, the air thin.

In the silence, just as everyone assumed the two sides would discuss the next steps of the acquisition,

Ji Mingxue spoke: “How has Song Shuangtian been lately?”

The alpha was clearly in poor condition, dark circles under her eyes that even makeup couldn’t conceal.

“I have something to discuss with her.”

Something very important.

“None of your business.”

“Right.”

In the year and more since Song Shuangtian had disappeared, Ji Mingxue had finally come to fully understand her current predicament.

She had been abandoned by her little omega.

The reins of this relationship had always been in her little omega’s hands.

She hadn’t realized it before.

Perhaps Song Shuangtian had once wanted the inheritance rights to ST Group, but now she no longer did.

Every card the alpha had thought she could use to pressure Song Shuangtian gone.

In other words, Ji Mingxue’s gaze fell on the little Maltese.

She had once been a spoiled, pedigreed pet, but now she had been discarded by her owner.

She had become a stray.

Strays had no pedigree being a stray itself was proof of abandonment.

This realization had tormented the alpha’s mind relentlessly over the past six months.

In a daze, Ji Mingxue muttered, “You let me pat the dog’s head.”

“Woof?”

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