After Little Sweet Omega Runs with the Ball - Chapter 37

In the past four years, Song Shuangtian had never imagined she would ever proactively throw herself into Ji Mingxue’s arms.

The Omega rested her hands on the Alpha’s shoulders, allowing the Alpha to cautiously brush her lips against the delicate gland. Every touch of those scorching lips sent a tremor through Song Shuangtian’s spirit.

The Alpha’s movements were incredibly careful, as if terrified of shattering this overly precious piece of porcelain. She was like a dragon guarding its most radiant treasure, or a commoner who had suddenly gained the most expensive collection from a museum. With every touch, Song Shuangtian could feel the tense rigidity in Ji Mingxue’s fingertips.

Song Shuangtian slowly closed her eyes. She had to admit that Ji Mingxue’s pitiful appearance truly struck the softest spot in her heart. She couldn’t bear to see Ji Mingxue acting spoiled.

Having reached this stage, claiming it was all “for the sake of the child” would be absolute nonsense.

The Omega’s eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, suspended with tears that were soon wiped away by the Alpha’s fingers. The rich, sweet scent of orange blossom pheromones permeated the air, winding tightly around her Alpha as if possessed by a life of its own.

“Ji Mingxue, I’m giving you one last chance. You can’t bully me anymore.”

She was pinned against the sofa by Ji Mingxue, her fair wrists marked with scattered kisses, her toes tensed into a beautiful curve.

“Song Shuangtian, I miss you. I really miss you so much.”

Please don’t leave me.

Ji Mingxue spoke hoarsely into Song Shuangtian’s ear, her voice extremely light. She desperately wanted a definitive answer, yet feared disturbing Song Shuangtian. A sinful believer, serving her deity with all her heart, seeking a chance for redemption.

Thunder rumbled outside the window as a torrential downpour began. Song Shuangtian stepped out from the hot bath, steam rising from her body. She glanced back at Ji Mingxue, who had fallen into a deep sleep.

The satiated Omega let out a small smile. If Ji Mingxue were to see this smile, she would surely be mesmerized beyond recovery.

The next morning.

Ji Mingxue snapped her eyes open. There weren’t many marks left on the Alpha’s body. She stared dizzily at the gold-leaf ceiling, her mind filled with the… absurdity of yesterday.

She had fainted, and then what? She wasn’t “clean” anymore!

Ji Mingxue sat up abruptly. There were undeniable Omega pheromones in the air. But she knew it was absolutely impossible for Song Shuangtian to have come here.

This was the scene Lu Xing encountered when she pushed open the door. The Alpha sat cross-legged on the messy bed like an idiot. A table was spread with both Western and Chinese breakfasts, but the Alpha showed no sign of eating.

Lu Xing placed a document in front of her. “This is the activity plan for Fashion Week. President Ji, please sign it.”

After Lu Xing spoke, there wasn’t a sound in the room.

Lu Xing: “?”

Ji Mingxue spoke stiffly, “Who came into my room yesterday?”

“Only you and Guanguan have the key cards,” Lu Xing replied. She also smelled the Omega pheromones. It smelled a bit like Song Shuangtian.

But why would Song Shuangtian be here?

Ji Mingxue buried her head in her hands as if losing her mind. Lu Xing suddenly hallucinated that her boss looked like a desperate widow.

“Who exactly came into my room! Which gutless thing dared to climb into my bed? I must find out!”

After being deprived of Song Shuangtian’s pheromones for so long, the sudden intake of a large amount of Omega pheromones gave Ji Mingxue’s body a strange, unfamiliar sense of satisfaction.

“Who found someone with a scent similar to Song Shuangtian’s to deceive me? The mastermind must be found! Lu Xing—no, I’ll investigate this personally!”

Having finished her monologue, Ji Mingxue strode barefoot toward the bathroom. Shortly after, Lu Xing heard the roar of the showerhead and the violent bang of the bathroom door being slammed shut.

Lu Xing: Slowly types a question mark.

In the bathroom, Ji Mingxue used body wash to scrub her body over and over again until her eyes were red, but the Omega’s scent felt carved into her bones; it simply wouldn’t wash away. The room was also filled with those familiar pheromones.

Ji Mingxue knew Song Shuangtian would never come. She had wronged Song Shuangtian, and Song Shuangtian hated her.

The Alpha brushed her tangled long hair with great force. She seemed unable to feel the pain, brushing harder and harder with every stroke.

It’s over, it’s all over. Song Shuangtian will never forgive her now. She was no longer “clean.” She was like a virtuous woman who had been taken advantage of by a villain. Song Shuangtian wouldn’t like someone who wasn’t clean.

Ji Mingxue dried herself off despondently. The scent of the body wash couldn’t block the Omega pheromones on her. Lu Xing had never seen the big boss look so irritable and desperate, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to comfort her.

“Should I check the surveillance?”

Ji Mingxue mechanically put food into her mouth and swallowed. “Yes.”

Half an hour later, Lu Xing brought the copies of the surveillance footage. “Looking at the back, it’s Song Shuangtian.”

Lu Xing rubbed her chin, a look of wisdom flashing behind her gold-rimmed glasses.

“Impossible. Absolutely impossible. Song Shuangtian wouldn’t come.” Ji Mingxue lowered her head and muttered. “Someone must be plotting against me. They found someone who looks like Song Shuangtian from behind. They probably even found a kid who looks like the White Jade Ball.”

Lu Xing: “…?”

Lu Xing took out her phone and began contacting a psychiatrist.

# As expected, the boss has finally lost it #

“No, I’m dirty.” Ji Mingxue ran back to take another shower.

She had bullied Song Shuangtian back when she was just a junior employee. That was Crime Number One.

She hadn’t found the pregnant Song Shuangtian after she left. That was Crime Number Two.

She had added that wicked clause to the Reborn support agreement requiring Song Shuangtian to satisfy her during her ruts, and had forcibly marked her in the car. That was Crime Number Three.

She had let Guanguan catch a cold and get a stomachache. That was Crime Number Four.

And now… she had marked an unknown Omega while her consciousness was clouded. That was Crime Number Five.

Ji Mingxue felt like she was shattering. Would jumping into the Loire River now wash away her sins? She had to catch the culprit, tie them to a rock, and throw them into Lake Loire.

Yuan Yin looked expressionless. “So you’re really going to get back together with that piece of trash?”

Song Shuangtian was preparing the final piece of jewelry to be exhibited at Fashion Week. She remained silent.

Yuan Yin breathed a sigh of relief. “I knew that dead thing wasn’t a good match.”

Song Shuangtian still didn’t speak. The way Ji Mingxue had cried in her arms last night was so pitiful that Song Shuangtian still felt a lingering sense of satisfaction thinking about it. She was quite cute. It made her want to bully the Alpha a bit more.

An Alpha’s tears are an Omega’s aphrodisiac.

While Song Shuangtian was setting gemstones, Yuan Yin, who didn’t know much about the process, leaned against a nearby machine with her arms crossed.

“I heard Ji Mingxue cheated last night.”

Song Shuangtian: “?”

Yuan Yin spoke with righteous indignation, “I heard from people around Ji Mingxue that she marked a strange Omega last night. That Omega sneaked into her room and they were at it for a long time. I heard that Omega even looks quite a bit like you.”

Song Shuangtian’s hand jerked, nearly leaving an irreparable scratch on the necklace base.

Song Shuangtian: “??”

Yuan Yin’s brain automatically filled in the rest of the information. “In other words, after you left her room last night, Ji Mingxue found a pretty substitute little sister.”

Song Shuangtian found it absurd. With how Ji Mingxue was sleeping like a dead pig, how could that be possible? Song Shuangtian thought Yuan Yin was talking nonsense, so the two of them went to check the hotel recordings themselves.

The footage showed only Song Shuangtian entering and leaving. She didn’t quite understand how the rumors on Ji Mingxue’s side had turned into something so ridiculous.

Yuan Yin: Scratches head.jpg

“So what if she didn’t cheat?” Yuan Yin remarked. “There’s only one way to tell if an Alpha is trash: put a finger under her nose. If she’s breathing, she’s trash.”

Song Shuangtian thought to herself: You’re an Alpha too.

After Yuan Yin left, Song Shuangtian sat quietly doing her work. A thick patch was stuck firmly over the gland on the back of the Omega’s neck. Ji Mingxue had been very gentle last night, not daring to leave any unsightly marks on her.

The two of them hadn’t actually “done it” before; they had only ever stopped at biting the neck. She had only just discovered that Ji Mingxue’s technique was so unrefined that she required guidance to complete it successfully.

For an Alpha as pampered and well-off as Ji Mingxue to have no long-term bed partner until now was truly a bizarre thing. Then, considering that Ji Mingxue didn’t like the pheromones of other Omegas, her destiny to be “forever alone” had been set early on.

After regaining her composure, Song Shuangtian reflected that both she and Ji Mingxue seemed to be troubled by pheromones. Before meeting Ji Mingxue, Song Shuangtian couldn’t even determine if she was an Alpha, an Omega, or a Beta without pheromones. No ruts, no heats. Her father had even loathed her because of her pheromone deficiency.

And Ji Mingxue’s situation didn’t seem much better. There wasn’t a single pheromone suppressant on the market that could solve her issue. Although she was an Alpha, she was shackled by her ruts and hypersensitive to Song Shuangtian’s pheromones.

She really didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse. Song Shuangtian thought: Two people with defective pheromones are actually quite a match.

Finishing the setting of the last pearl, Song Shuangtian locked the work in the safe.

“Who’s there behind me?!”

A gaze that couldn’t be ignored came from behind. Song Shuangtian gripped her keys and spun around abruptly.

There was nothing there.

With the precedent set by Xu Lianyun, she didn’t dare let her guard down. The vast workshop was empty except for her; she walked quickly toward the corner, her high heels clicking sharply. The crystal chandelier overhead swayed slowly in the draft, and cold sweat dripped from her forehead.

She snatched a forged iron rod from the corner, swinging it twice with a whistle as it tore through the air. “Come out!”

With the iron rod in one hand, she pressed the emergency call button on her phone with the other. Just as she expected a struggle with a thug, the “culprit” showed no intention of running.

“Why is it you?”

Ji Mingxue stood under the chandelier holding documents. Her expression was poor—pale, even. She looked at the “tetanus rod” in Song Shuangtian’s hand. “…I know you hate me, but isn’t this a bit much?”

Song Shuangtian threw the rod aside. “Sneaking and skunking around doesn’t really suit you, President Ji.”

Ji Mingxue had only wanted a distant glance, but hadn’t expected to be caught. She remained as quiet as a church mouse, which surprised Song Shuangtian. “Do you need something?”

Ji Mingxue tilted her head away, not daring to meet her eyes. As Song Shuangtian locked up and finished her work, she noticed the Alpha hadn’t left; instead, her gaze remained glued to Song Shuangtian’s back. Every time Song Shuangtian looked back, Ji Mingxue guiltily looked away.

Aside from that highly recognizable face and the expensive custom suit, her demeanor truly resembled a thief. “You didn’t come here to actually steal something, did you? With M Group’s power, there’s nothing here worth your trip.”

Ji Mingxue’s hands clenched into fists; her palms and back were drenched in cold sweat. She tried to speak several times, her voice coming out raspily. “I’m sorry.”

“What did you say?”

Ji Mingxue’s lips trembled. “Last night… it seems someone entered my room.”

Song Shuangtian recalled the gossip Yuan Yin had shared. Is she brain-dead?

Ji Mingxue took two quick steps and caught Song Shuangtian’s wrist—not gripping it, but resting her fingers loosely against the inner pulse. “I don’t know who it was. I fainted during my rut. There were pheromones in the room that smelled exactly like yours. I will find out who was behind it. I didn’t mean to…” cheat.

“Guanguan will only ever have you as a mother. I—I could never be with someone else.”

The arrogant, world-beating Alpha looked like she was about to shatter. She had no evidence to prove her words other than desperate promises. Her original intent was to seek comfort from Tiantian, but she was utterly lost. She spoke up because she didn’t want Song Shuangtian hearing rumors from outsiders.

She expected a sneer, a curse, or even a slap from a ring-clad hand that would leave her scarred. Instead, there was only silence. Then, Song Shuangtian laughed.

It wasn’t a sneer or a mock. She covered her mouth, laughing until her shoulders shook. This idiot.

“Song Shuangtian, I’m sorry, I—”

The Hetian jade bracelet was still on Ji Mingxue’s wrist. No matter how hard she tried to pull or how much hand cream she used, it was as if it were welded to her. As she tried once more to remove it, Song Shuangtian laughed until tears came. She waved a hand. “It doesn’t matter. As long as you survived your rut safely.”

Song Shuangtian walked away, still laughing so hard she could barely stand straight. What a fool. An absolute dummy. She looks so sharp, but in romance, she’s a total klutz.

Ji Mingxue stood alone in the workshop, hearing the door close. She looked at the bracelet in confusion. Was Song Shuangtian angry? Was she not angry because she simply didn’t care anymore? Ji Mingxue wilted, the unbearable ache returning to her heart.

Fashion Week officially opened. Ji Mingxue attended representing M Group. Lu Xing tactically wiped her glasses. # Some people look fine, but they’re actually broken # # Alpha, it’s okay to cry #

As the head of M Group, Ji Mingxue made a brief appearance and then sat regally to the side, holding her “Jar.” The White Jade Ball blinked. “Is Mother sick? Guanguan is worried.”

Ji Mingxue forced a bitter smile. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” She couldn’t bring herself to ask the child if Song Shuangtian had visited; she didn’t want her caught in adult conflicts.

“Wow, this child is so cute.” “M Group already has an heir? Her smile is so sweet.”

Reporters surrounded them with flashing lights. Guanguan wasn’t shy at all, waving at the cameras. Mama told her if people smile at her, she should smile back.

Ji Mingxue didn’t want her exposed too much. “Come here, baby, Mother will hold you.” She beckoned, and Guanguan obediently returned to her lap. Usually cold and dominant before the media, Ji Mingxue’s smile was incredibly gentle as she whispered to the girl, making her giggle.

This moment immediately went viral on social media. “I didn’t expect Ji Mingxue to have such a maternal side. The child’s mother must be very favored.” “Why ‘favored’? Can’t they be equals?” “Am I the only one curious why the mother hasn’t appeared?”

On the live stream, people were guessing names—even Lu Xing’s. That was quickly debunked because Lu Xing looked “too much like an elite corporate slave” to have a child during a career peak.

On the other side, the chat exploded again. “I can’t believe Selena is a fan of Reborn! She’s asking Song Shuangtian for a photo. The founder is so beautiful!” “Beautiful women only play with beautiful women, huh?” “Selena just won her third Best Actress award. Global entertainment can’t compete right now.”

Selena, a goddess of the industry, saw Song Shuangtian and her pale eyes lit up. She hurried over, lifting her skirt. “I finally met you, my lucky goddess! I’ve been too excited to sleep for three nights!”

They had met three years ago when Selena was filming. Song Shuangtian had lent high-end jewelry to the set for free, including the tree-frog brooch Selena was currently wearing—which she had later purchased for an astronomical price. Selena told everyone it brought her luck.

Unlike the more reserved locals, Selena greeted her with a polite peck on the cheek. Ji Mingxue’s eyes turned green with jealousy from afar.

Guanguan: “Mother, look! Mama is kissing someone else.” Ji Mingxue: “…” She silently covered the child’s eyes.

Guanguan protested. “I used to see Mama do that often. She said it’s normal etiquette. Mother, are you making a fuss over nothing?” The “fuss-making” Ji Mingxue felt her blood pressure rise.

She watched as Selena—looking like God’s favorite doll—asked Song Shuangtian for an autograph and then led her by the hand to see Reborn’s latest designs. Reborn had become a favorite of European royalty; the crown and scepter set for a recent coronation were designed by them. No matter the price, the line to buy was endless.

Ji Mingxue was drowning in jealousy. She watched Selena wear a necklace personally crafted by Song Shuangtian, as if it still held her warmth.

A reporter pushed a mic toward her. “President Ji, what do you think of Reborn’s current momentum?”

Ji Mingxue gave a professional smile. “I admire Reborn’s nature-focused philosophy. Every piece is a unique artwork… it carries the mystery of the southwest jungles…” Her answer was so corporate the reporter didn’t know how to write the headline.

A daring reporter pushed further. “What do you think of founder Song Shuangtian? Will M Group collaborate with her?”

Ji Mingxue subtly blocked the flashes from hitting the child. “Song Shuangtian and I are very, close, friends privately. As for ‘collaboration,’ that word is too formal. I don’t like it.”

Why call it collaboration? We’re family. Talking about money is too distant. When I spend money on my wife, it’s called a dowry.

She didn’t say more, her eyes following Song Shuangtian in the spotlight. She stood in the dark, watching her Omega shine. The jade bracelet felt heavy on her wrist; she owed her too much.

As the interview ended, VIPs were invited to the ball while others were cleared out. Ji Mingxue wasn’t interested in socializing and prepared to leave with Guanguan.

“Not dancing? I was planning to invite you.”

Song Shuangtian’s voice came from behind. Ji Mingxue froze and turned. She looked down, not daring to meet her gaze. Seeing the “sad puppy” look on the Alpha who wanted to rush forward but retreated in fear, even the child noticed.

“Mother, did I do something wrong today to make you unhappy? QAQ”

Ji Mingxue ruffled the child’s hair. “No, baby is very good.” She cherished every moment, fearing Guanguan and Song Shuangtian would leave her forever.

Ultimately, she couldn’t say no to Song Shuangtian’s face. In the middle of the dance floor, Song Shuangtian teased, “Our President Ji has sweaty palms. Are you that nervous to dance with me?”

Ji Mingxue: “I think you’re better suited to dance with Selena.” Song Shuangtian: “Is that your attitude toward me?” Ji Mingxue: “What?”

Song Shuangtian smiled like a little fox. “I fulfilled my contract duty to help you through your rut the other night. Are you tossing me aside now? You haven’t come to talk about the next stage of cooperation, nor helped me with publicity.”

Song Shuangtian stepped on the tip of Ji Mingxue’s shoe. As the orchestra played, she spun her skirt, the dance bringing them extremely close. “I fulfilled the terms. Where is your sincerity, President Ji?”

Ji Mingxue’s brain buzzed. “It really was you that night?!”

The music hadn’t ended, but Ji Mingxue stood there like an idiot. Her curly hair seemed to stand on end from the shock. Amidst the joy, she realized the catch: Fulfilling terms?? Wait!. Tiantian thinks this is all just ‘work’? What kind of professional job involves going to bed!

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