After Transmigrating into a Ridiculous Alpha, I Saved My Aloof Omega Wife - Chapter 23.2

The birthday party had finally ended, and aside from Xu Yinghe, everyone else was completely wasted.

The boys were in slightly better shape, one of them was still half-conscious and could help send Tang Yu and the others home. Xu Yinghe, meanwhile, decided to call her family’s driver for a ride.

As the group waited, a cleaning lady entered the private room to tidy up.

She was older, her hair tied up in a bun, her skin rough. Hunched slightly, she picked up leftover soda and liquor bottles from the floor.

Xu Yinghe nudged Luo Jiajia’s shoulder. “Wake up. My driver will be here soon, I’ll drop you off first.”

Luo Jiajia kept her eyes closed and slowly mumbled, “Oh…” before rubbing her head and groaning, “…my head hurts so much.”

Xu Yinghe sighed. “Then you shouldn’t have drunk so much. You’re just like Jiang Muyan.”

The dim lighting in the private room flickered. Just as Xu Yinghe finished speaking, a girl cautiously pushed the door open.

She was wearing Hongchuan Seventh High’s uniform, her hair shoulder-length, her backpack worn and faded. She held several black trash bags in her hands and said to the cleaning lady, “Mom, I brought the garbage bags.”

The cleaning lady took them from her and scolded gently, “I told you to go home first. Waiting here is just a waste of time.”

The girl’s voice was soft. “I didn’t have much homework today, I finished it at school. I wanted to go back with you.”

Watching the tender exchange, Xu Yinghe averted her eyes in silence before standing up and stepping outside for some air.

The moment she stepped out, her phone buzzed with a message. She glanced down, it was from her father.

Xu Wen: [The driver is on his way.]

Xu Yinghe turned off her phone and stood quietly outside the private room. After some time, the door opened again, first the cleaning lady came out to throw away the trash, followed by the girl. Xu Yinghe had already noticed they attended the same school, so she took a second look.

But when she raised her gaze, the girl happened to look back at her. The moment their eyes met, the girl froze, her expression flickering with surprise. Her delicate lips parted slightly as she asked, hesitantly hopeful, “D-do you… remember me?”

Xu Yinghe frowned. To be honest, she had no recollection of this unfamiliar face.

“My name is You Xia,” the girl said nervously when Xu didn’t respond, her earlobes turning slightly pink. “You lent me your school uniform two weeks ago.”

School uniform.

That jogged Xu Yinghe’s memory. She had once helped a girl out of trouble at school and even gave her the uniform.

So it was her.

What a coincidence today.

Xu Yinghe said, “Oh, it’s you.”

Just those few words made You Xia’s cheeks burn. “I, I looked for you, but I didn’t know which class you were in or your name. I washed your uniform…”

“Just throw it away. No need to wash it,” Xu Yinghe replied bluntly.

You Xia froze for a moment before saying, “But the uniform is still in good condition not dirty or damaged. It’d be such a waste to throw it out…”

Xu Yinghe studied her. You Xia was still wearing those cheap black cloth shoes, her uniform and backpack worn and shabby, she looked pitiful.

Recalling the warm scene in the private room earlier, a faint sense of superiority brought Xu Yinghe a quiet satisfaction.

When You Xia received no response, she hesitantly continued, “Running into you here… what a coincidence.” She lowered her head, offering a shy smile. “What brings you here?”

Xu Yinghe snapped out of her thoughts and glanced at her lightly. “Accompanying a friend. It’s her birthday today.”

You Xia remembered the girl in the private room, the center of attention at the party. Xu Yinghe had been by her side the whole time. That girl looked pretty and delicate, dressed like a princess.

You Xia said, “Happy birthday to her.”

“Thanks,” Xu Yinghe turned away. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back now.”

You Xia was stunned and instinctively reached for Xu Yinghe’s sleeve. “Wait!”

Xu Yinghe subtly sidestepped, avoiding You Xia’s touch. “Is there something else?”

“I…” You Xia awkwardly withdrew her hand. “I still don’t know your name. Could you tell me?”

Xu Yinghe frowned slightly. “Xu Yinghe.”

“Thank you for helping me that day. I should still return the uniform to you,” You Xia committed the name to memory and whispered, “Don’t worry, I washed it.”

Xu Yinghe lowered her gaze. “No need.”

With those two indifferent words, Xu Yinghe turned and walked back to the private room, leaving You Xia standing there, dazed.

When Xu Yinghe returned, she saw Luo Jiajia still drunk, her cheeks flushed and drowsy. Xu Yinghe sat beside her. “Jiajia, time to go. My driver will be here soon.”

Luo Jiajia stirred awake, mumbling, “Earlier… why did you go out?”

Xu Yinghe said, “Just needed some air.”

Luo Jiajia rubbed her eyes. “I thought I saw you talking to someone outside?”

Xu Yinghe had no intention of letting Luo Jiajia know she had any connection with someone from another class especially someone who looked so poor.

Xu Yinghe replied, “Just ran into a student from Hongchuan Seventh High. We only exchanged a few words.”

Luo Jiajia didn’t question it and slung an arm over Xu Yinghe’s shoulder. “Speaking of which, the more I think about it, the more confused I get… What exactly is the relationship between Jiang Muyan and Cheng Jianli?”

She punctuated the question with a small hiccup.

“Friends, probably,” Xu Yinghe said.

“I don’t buy it. Jiang Muyan even asked me to deliver water to Cheng Jianli before,” Luo Jiajia mused, pretending to stroke her chin despite her drunkenness. “Could it be… Jiang Muyan likes her?”

Xu Yinghe said lightly, “Jiang Muyan’s family is so wealthy, why would she take a liking to her? Besides, Jiang Muyan hasn’t even presented yet. Do you really think she understands what love is?”

“Jiang Muyan will present as an alpha,” Luo Jiajia said. “What if Cheng Jianli presents as an omega? Wouldn’t they make a perfect pair?”

Xu Yinghe replied, “It’s not like you can just throw two people together randomly. Stop letting your imagination run wild.”

Luo Jiajia puffed out her cheeks. “What’s wrong? Are you against free love or something?”

“I support it, but I support well-matched relationships even more,” Xu Yinghe said, pulling Luo Jiajia up. “Let’s go. You can ride in my car.”

Xu Yinghe and Luo Jiajia left the bar. The cool night breeze sobered Luo Jiajia up considerably, her white pleated skirt fluttering slightly in the wind, a lovely sight.

Xu Yinghe had been scrolling through her phone when Luo Jiajia suddenly nudged her with an elbow. “Wasn’t that the student from Hongchuan No. 7 High School you saw earlier?”

Xu Yinghe looked up and spotted You Xia and her mother, who had somehow also stepped outside.

Her mother wore plain cleaning attire, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes clearly visible. You Xia walked beside her, carrying a backpack, the two chatting and laughing as they headed toward the bus stop.

“Probably,” Xu Yinghe answered vaguely.

Luo Jiajia sighed regretfully. “We should’ve invited her over for some cake.”

Xu Yinghe said, “You don’t even know her.”

“We’re all from Hongchuan No. 7 High. It was a coincidence running into her, what’s the harm in offering her cake?” Luo Jiajia scratched her head, giving Xu Yinghe a puzzled look. “Do you know her?”

Xu Yinghe denied it without hesitation. “No.”

“But you were talking to her outside the private room,” Luo Jiajia said, pursing her lips. “That doesn’t seem like you.”

“I was just bored and made small talk,” Xu Yinghe said, reluctant to let anyone know about the uniform incident or her connection to You Xia. She deflected, “Let’s hurry up and go.”

Uncle Liu had gone to instruct the housekeeper to prepare hangover soup, while Cheng Jianli remained in the room.

It was already very late, and Cheng Jianli wanted to go home, but Uncle Liu insisted it wasn’t safe for her to leave alone. He promised to drive her back once Jiang Muyan had drunk the soup.

Cheng Jianli had no choice but to agree.

Jiang Muyan tossed and turned in bed, mumbling incoherently. Seeing that it would take a while for her to sober up, Cheng Jianli stopped paying attention and wandered around instead.

During her tutoring sessions with Jiang Muyan, she had noticed how luxurious and beautiful the villa was complete with a garden, fountain, lawn, and statues. Jiang Muyan’s room on the second floor was even larger than the multimedia classroom at Hongchuan No. 7 High. A massive floor-to-ceiling window beside the desk offered a view of the scenery below.

Cheng Jianli had grown up in the countryside and had come to this city through sheer hard work. Seeing everything Jiang Muyan possessed made her realize just how vast the gap between people could be.

But she wasn’t jealous. Whether her future was one of poverty or wealth, she would rely on herself. Her only goal was to study hard and change her circumstances.

Besides, despite Jiang Muyan’s wealth, she was far better than those who looked down on others. Cheng Jianli recalled how she had nuzzled against her shoulder and even found her somewhat endearing.

She had never met such a simple-minded young mistress before.

Lost in thought, Cheng Jianli walked over to the desk and saw several sets of math test papers spread across Jiang Muyan’s workspace.

Cheng Jianli: “…”

So she really did buy a hundred math practice tests.

But when she casually flipped through the papers, she discovered they were covered in incomprehensible scribbles without a single properly solved problem.

Cheng Jianli: “…”

Seems she’d overestimated the situation.

Suddenly, Jiang Muyan’s voice called out: “Honey, honey, I’m so thirsty…”

Cheng Jianli walked to the bedside, where Jiang Muyan was half-opening her eyes, mumbling, “Wifey, I’m thirsty… my head hurts…”

Cheng Jianli couldn’t be bothered to correct her anymore. Drunk people would say all sorts of nonsense and forget everything by tomorrow anyway.

“Uncle Liu went downstairs to have someone prepare sobering soup for you. He’ll be back soon,” Cheng Jianli said. “Do you have bottled water in your room? Should I get you one?”

Jiang Muyan shook her head: “Wifey, you’re not planning to sleep in separate rooms tonight, are you?”

Cheng Jianli: “…Even though you’re drunk, I still feel the need to remind you, I’m your classmate, not your wife.”

Jiang Muyan sat up, rubbing her temples before leaning closer to Cheng Jianli, asking excitedly, “Wifey, did you put on perfume? You smell so good.”

Cheng Jianli thought she was getting too close and subtly retreated a few centimeters: “I don’t wear perfume.”

Jiang Muyan said dreamily, “But it really smells nice… like… like mangoes.”

Cheng Jianli’s pheromones carried the scent of mango, the very reason she always wore scent blockers. The mango fragrance was simply too sweet.

She stood up: “If you’re drunk, you should lie down and rest properly.”

“Huh?” Jiang Muyan blinked dizzily for a moment before insisting, “I’m not drunk at all.”

Cheng Jianli said, “Are you sure about that?”

Jiang Muyan swayed left and right, nearly toppling over, yet declared with absolute confidence, “I’m definitely not drunk! Tang Yu couldn’t even outdrink me!”

“You’re like this and still claim you’re not drunk?”

Jiang Muyan immediately grew indignant, raising her voice: “I’m not drunk! Believe it or not, even if a truckload of bread people came at me now, they still couldn’t outdrink me!”

Hearing “a truckload of bread people,” Cheng Jianli realized Jiang Muyan was so drunk she was slurring her words. After a brief silence, she remarked, “I’ve noticed you’re really stubborn with your words.”

“Would your mouth still be intact even if the Earth exploded?”

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