After Little Sweet Omega Runs with the Ball - Chapter 6

In the end, Song Shuangtian obediently moved to the same floor as Ji Mingxue.

This was clearly not a decision that Cui Yu or the vice president could make. Without even thinking, it was obvious that a certain alpha was using her position for personal gain.

Song Shuangtian closed her eyes for a moment in her brand-new office.

To be fair, this office was even better than the one she had at ST Group.

The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, and the cars moving along the roads below looked like tiny ants crawling on the ground from this height.

The omega slowly exhaled a heavy breath and rubbed her throbbing temples.

Just what was going on?

She was doing way too well as a corporate spy.

For the first time, Song Shuangtian felt a flicker of doubt,if someone else had been sent earlier to seduce Ji Mingxue, that shameless playboy,

would they have already gotten the intel they needed?

Every day when she arrived at work, everyone looked at Song Shuangtian with admiration.

Cui Yu patted her shoulder. “Keep it up. The good days are ahead of you.”

Song Shuangtian thought to herself: If Ji Mingxue finds out I’m faking it, she’ll probably send me straight to jail.

Noticing Song Shuangtian spacing out, Cui Yu dumped a stack of documents into her arms.

“These are the new junior designers we just hired, all top university graduates.”

Song Shuangtian flipped through the files. “Isn’t this inappropriate? My experience is still pretty shallow.”

Having me mentor M Group’s interns? You’ve got some nerve.

Aren’t you afraid I’ll recruit them as my own informants?

Cui Yu personally escorted Song Shuangtian to the elevator. While waiting, a group of young women passing by called out, “Sister Song!” one after another, making her secretly delighted.

“Sister Song, I bought this coffee for you. This is my project could you put in a good word for me with the boss?”

Song Shuangtian accepted the coffee and documents.

Song Shuangtian: “…”

She nodded. “If President Ji asks, I’ll give an honest assessment.”

“Sister, you’re so young and accomplished, your future is limitless. I’ll personally bring afternoon tea to your office later.”

Song Shuangtian: “…”

Back in the Song family, she had been the center of attention before, but now, being called “Sister” left and right by new employees of a rival corporation gave her a rather complicated feeling.

A very complicated feeling.

After stepping out of the elevator, Song Shuangtian made her way to a secluded terrace at the far end of the 52nd floor and pulled out her phone. With one hand, she quickly skimmed through the mountain of documents.

New store locations, endorsements, marketing strategies, trending hashtag purchases.

Her eyes moved swiftly as she snapped photos of the important details.

But before she could press the shutter button, a sudden phone call sent a cold sweat down her spine.

The 52nd floor was where Ji Mingxue’s office and now hers was located.

Song Shuangtian had deliberately chosen this rarely used side terrace, its door rusted and neglected, a place where no one usually came to smoke.

“You called me?”

Her voice was hushed, like someone sneaking around doing something shady.

Which, to be fair, she was.

From the other end of the line came Yuan Yin’s unmistakably mischievous laughter. “Hahahaha, you should’ve seen Song Jun’s face, he looked like he was about to explode!”

The people from M Group approached the chairman, saying they wanted to gift us a gem worth hundreds of millions. The chairman almost thought they were possessed he was speechless for a long time, staring at the gem as if it were a bomb.

“Your dad never dreamed M Group would be so generous.”

Song Shuangtian’s lips curled slightly. “Hmm, anything else?”

Hearing her calm tone, Yuan Yin immediately knew she was involved. Her voice shot up an octave.

“Holy shit, was this your doing? Song Shuangtian, how the hell are you this amazing?!”

“You’re literally the modern-day Daji, what kind of love potion did you feed Ji Mingxue?!”

Rubbing her aching temples, Song Shuangtian sighed. The omega had been through too much lately, and it wasn’t something she could explain in a few words.

In short, she thought Ji Mingxue might be a bit of a lovesick fool.

Seeing that Song Shuangtian wasn’t willing to elaborate, Yuan Yin didn’t press further. Instead, she burst into a string of laughter.

“When your dad found out M Group’s only demand was to keep Song Jun the hell away, he immediately pulled out his cane and started whacking Song Jun on the spot to show his resolve.”

Yuan Yin was laughing so hard she could barely speak. “Your dad kept hitting him while yelling, ‘Who the hell does he think he is, looking down on M Group’s employees?’”

Song Shuangtian’s heart clenched. “That idiot didn’t mention me, did he?”

Yuan Yin was wheezing with laughter. “Nope. I don’t know if your sweetheart sent someone to threaten him, but that bastard didn’t dare say a word.”

Your sweetheart.

Just as Song Shuangtian was about to retort, the sharp click of high heels echoed from behind her.

The smile on the young woman standing by the terrace, scrolling through files on her phone, instantly froze into terror. She turned her head slowly, frame by frame, like a movie rewinding.

With a flick of her finger, she hung up on Yuan Yin.

Yuan Yin heard the call cut off abruptly.

Bad signal?

She was about to redial when her eyes caught a turtle shell and copper coins on her desk.

Hmm… she’d just done a divination. Now wasn’t the time to disturb.

She quickly sent Song Shuangtian a message: “Hang in there! The company remembers your contributions.”

Meanwhile,

Song Shuangtian was completely paralyzed.

She turned to see Ji Mingxue standing not far away, still holding meeting documents in hand. The sunlight hit her from the front, casting a golden halo around her hair.

The alpha’s mere presence was enough to command intimidation. The faint magnolia pheromones in the air carried none of the usual floral sweetness instead, they exuded a chill as biting as midwinter.

Song Shuangtian’s heart nearly froze over.

“President Ji.”

Ji Mingxue tapped her wristwatch. “It’s work hours. What are you doing?”

Song Shuangtian stiffened. “Reviewing documents.”

Ji Mingxue frowned slightly. “Is the office I gave you not good enough? You’re reading files in a place like this?”

The terrace Song Shuangtian stood on hadn’t been maintained in ages, its railing only waist-high. One wrong move, and she could easily fall.

Song Shuangtian lowered her head, mumbling, “Sorry, I’ll head back to the office now.”

The alpha pressed the back of her hand against Song Shuangtian’s. “It’s cold out. Your paws are freezing.”

Paws.

Song Shuangtian: “…”

On an empty hallway, what could possibly happen between an alpha and an omega? One didn’t need to think hard to guess. Yet, Ji Mingxue’s neat attire clearly indicated she had no such intentions.

She merely smiled faintly as she reached up to adjust Song Shuangtian’s collar, her fingers lightly brushing against the pearl necklace hanging around her lover’s neck and the gland patch on the back of her neck.

The translucent gland patch covered the nape, clearly revealing the sweet, swollen gland beneath.

A slight press would yield a soft, resilient feedback under her fingertips.

Song Shuangtian’s pupils constricted sharply at the touch, standing stiffly in place as a wave of sweat instantly trickled down her body.

“There are surveillance cameras here. What are you nervous about?”

Song Shuangtian thought to herself, It’s precisely because there are cameras that I’m nervous!

Ji Mingxue, like the most considerate superior, continued adjusting Song Shuangtian’s collar.

Finally, her fingers reluctantly slid away from Song Shuangtian’s clothes, while the latter’s gaze remained fixed on Ji Mingxue’s slightly trembling eyelashes the entire time.

The alpha’s lashes were long. In those fleeting seconds, Song Shuangtian couldn’t help but start counting them.

So, Ji Mingxue had a faint red mole above her eyelid.

“Enough. I know what you’re thinking. Keep your little schemes in check around me.”

Song Shuangtian: !!!

What are you talking about???

Had her cover been blown just like that??

Then Ji Mingxue added, “My office isn’t far from here. Standing here like this you just wanted me to take the initiative to look at you, didn’t you? Get back to work.”

Song Shuangtian’s heart, which had been hanging in suspense, only half-settled.

“Okay.”

By the time she returned to the office, it was already noon. Song Shuangtian used her lunch break to finish all her tasks. The workload Ji Mingxue assigned her wasn’t heavy aside from the design sketches she needed to draft, the rest could be wrapped up in two hours.

“Song Shuangtian, right? Come out for a moment.”

Lu Xing stood at the doorway, dressed in a meticulously fitted business suit, gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, exuding an elite aura. Her hair was neatly combed, and if not for the fact that she was clearly breathing, one might mistake her for a robot.

Song Shuangtian: “Vice President.”

The 52nd floor was much quieter than the others. Aside from the secretarial staff and the occasional executive coming up to report, few employees passed through.

Lu Xing pulled out a folder. “These are the tasks you’ll be responsible for in the next phase. Do well.”

Song Shuangtian opened the folder, expecting to see assignments related to the manufacturing or design departments. Instead, she found herself staring at duties for the secretarial division.

And not just any secretary, she was to be Ji Mingxue’s personal secretary.

In other words, in many large corporations, bosses often kept one or two decorative secretaries pretty faces who couldn’t do much but were responsible for serving tea, fetching water, and reminding them of their schedules.

The more old-fashioned the company, the more the bosses favored this arrangement.

Who wouldn’t love a beautiful companion by their side?

Even Song Shuangtian’s father had one.

Song Shuangtian used to despise such flashy, useless eye-candy.

Now, well turns out the flashy, useless eye-candy is me.

Damn. A certain plant.

Lu Xing adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses with refined restraint before elegantly pulling a black velvet pouch from her pocket.

“Starting this month, your salary will increase by twenty percent, with additional subsidies.”

“Additional subsidies?”

Song Shuangtian assumed it was for meals or transportation and was about to thank her when Lu Xing placed the velvet pouch in her palm.

“This is a reward from President Ji. Do well.”

After speaking, Lu Xing turned and walked away, leaving Song Shuangtian alone in the corridor, face to face with the ruby.

Song Shuangtian was utterly dumbfounded.

She pulled out her phone and sent a message to Yuan Yin.

“What does it mean when your boss keeps giving you expensive gifts?”

Yuan Yin: “Let me consult the mystic arts.”

Song Shuangtian: “Just say it straight.”

Yuan Yin: “Selling out for the company truly a role model. If you don’t get rich, who will?”

Song Shuangtian tossed her phone back into her bag. Reluctantly, she finished handing over tasks to the secretarial department and stood in front of the coffee machine, expertly preparing an iced Americano for Ji Mingxue.

Inside the CEO’s office, the alpha reclined lazily in a plush chair, fingers gliding across a tablet as she reviewed complex reports.

The office, being a private domain, was naturally saturated with the alpha’s pheromones. The moment Song Shuangtian stepped inside, she felt an unnatural sensation, as if the floating pheromones in the air were watching her.

These pheromones seemed alive, slowly gathering around Song Shuangtian before clinging tightly to her exposed skin.

They clung, then wandered.

Ji Mingxue’s nails tapped idly against the edge of the tablet. “Put the coffee here.”

Song Shuangtian placed the coffee from the tray in front of CEO Ji.

Outside, the rain had just stopped. Now, sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting a dazzling halo across the sky and stretching the omega’s shadow long and thin.

After Song Shuangtian stood there for ten minutes without leaving, Ji Mingxue finally parted her lips.

“Had lunch yet?”

Song Shuangtian: “…” Truthfully, no.

Ji Mingxue didn’t seem particularly interested in her answer. She took a sip of coffee, arched a brow, and neither praised nor criticized it.

With a tilt of her chin, she gestured toward a bento box on the coffee table.

“Someone brought Japanese food for lunch. It’s yours.”

The box, wrapped in silk, was clearly a custom wooden bento from a high-end restaurant that didn’t cater to walk-ins. Inside, neatly arranged, were slices of tuna and snow crab.

Song Shuangtian used to love Japanese cuisine. But now, as she looked at the raw tuna, her stomach churned violently.

Tuna, with its rich, buttery texture and lingering sweetness, was something she could devour in one sitting when paired with shredded carrots.

Under Ji Mingxue’s faintly scrutinizing gaze, Song Shuangtian’s trembling hands brought the piece of meat to her mouth.

Before it even touched her lips, a wave of nausea hit her. She turned her head to the side, grabbing a handkerchief as dry heaves wracked her body uncontrollably.

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