After Transmigrating into a Ridiculous Alpha, I Saved My Aloof Omega Wife - Chapter 28.2

“I don’t know how Zhang Siyuan managed to transfer here, but if the family could spare 90,000 yuan to pave his way, it shows how much they value him,” Cheng Jianli continued. “And the most ridiculous part is that someone like him actually had feelings for me once.”

Had feelings for Cheng Jianli.

Jiang Muyan knew this well, Zhang Siyuan wasn’t actually related to Cheng Jianli by blood, nor were they on the same household register.

“He confessed to me, saying we weren’t blood-related and could totally be together,” Cheng Jianli said. “Just thinking about those words makes me sick, so I humiliated him. Ever since then, he’s been finding ways to block and insult me whenever he sees me.”

“Luckily, after I started high school, I never saw him again,” Cheng Jianli added. “They thought I wouldn’t last and would eventually come home, but I’ve been tutoring to support myself. I’ve almost finished three years of high school without going back even once.”

Noticing Jiang Muyan had been silent for a while, Cheng Jianli turned to look at her and saw the pained expression on her face. Softly, she asked, “What’s wrong? Now that you know about my past, do you think less of me?”

This time, Jiang Muyan truly felt her heart ache. She rubbed her eyes fiercely. “Teacher Cheng, my heart hurts for you.”

Cheng Jianli thought she misheard, her gaze blank. “Hurts for me?”

“Yes,” Jiang Muyan’s expression was sorrowful and distressed. “I don’t want you doing hard labor, and I don’t want you to drop out of school. I want you to do everything you’ve ever wanted to do.”

“From now on, as long as I’m here, I won’t let anyone bully you again. If that Zhang Siyuan dares to cause trouble, I’ll make sure he regrets it!” Jiang Muyan took Cheng Jianli’s hands in hers. The thought of these hands once plowing fields, carrying water, harvesting wheat, and doing countless other hard labor made her eyes redden.

Seeing this, Cheng Jianli asked quietly, “What’s wrong? Are you going to fake cry again?” A rare smile appeared on her lips as she said gently, “I didn’t scold you, nor did I scold your future partner. If you cry now, it wouldn’t make sense.”

“I won’t cry,” Jiang Muyan shook her head. “If I cry, I won’t be strong. I need to stay strong to protect you.”

The night breeze carried a chill, but Jiang Muyan’s promise within it felt so sincere and burning hot.

Cheng Jianli’s heart warmed at these words, her expression softening. “I don’t know how to thank you, but you’ve been so good to me. Thank you.”

“I still prefer seeing you carefree, so cheer up,” Cheng Jianli said. “Besides, I didn’t share these things to make you feel bad.”

Jiang Muyan muttered gloomily, “But Zhang Siyuan doesn’t deserve to be in the same school as you. I’ll ask my dad to find a way to kick him out.”

“Forget it. Don’t you remember? I don’t care about what comes out of a dog’s mouth,” Cheng Jianli replied. “Don’t trouble your father over this.”

“My dad wouldn’t be troubled. He’s a businessman, he’s done plenty of ruthless things,” Jiang Muyan said. “But back then, he went through a rough patch. His accounts were losing seven figures daily, and he almost couldn’t go on. Luckily, my mom talked him out of giving up.”

“Later, when the timing turned favorable, he returned to the market, and the group finally showed signs of recovery,” Jiang Muyan continued, gripping Cheng Jianli’s hand earnestly. “So, Teacher Cheng, everyone faces setbacks. Maybe your past was yours, but soon, your luck will turn for the better!”

“Mm, I believe that,” Cheng Jianli said with a faint smile.

Seeing her smile, Jiang Muyan finally relaxed. “Teacher Cheng, you can tell me anything from now on. I’ll be your most loyal friend!”

“Alright,” Cheng Jianli agreed. “You too, if there’s anything you need, you can talk to me. If I can help, I will.”

Jiang Muyan’s eyes instantly lit up. “Really?”

“Of course,” Cheng Jianli said.

Blushing, Jiang Muyan shyly admitted, “Then… there’s actually something I want to ask you.”

Cheng Jianli curled her lips slightly. “Go ahead.”

Jiang Muyan hesitated before making her request. “Can I skip memorizing English vocabulary tonight?”

Cheng Jianli: “…”

“No,” she replied flatly. “Don’t give up halfway, especially not with vocabulary.”

Jiang Muyan: “…”

As expected, her wife would never let her slack off on studying.

Uncle Liu was late picking them up after school, and the evening had grown chilly. Jiang Muyan sneezed three times in the car.

Hearing this, Uncle Liu immediately asked nervously, “Young Miss, are you feeling unwell?”

Jiang Muyan rubbed her eyes. “I think I felt a little off after getting caught in the rain the other day.”

Cheng Jianli remembered how Jiang Muyan had shielded her with her uniform that day while leaving herself uncovered. “You might have a cold. Your voice sounded nasal earlier too.”

Jiang Muyan insisted, “I don’t get sick. My health is great, I never fall ill.”

Cheng Jianli: “…Really? Then who was it that nearly passed out the first time we met?”

Jiang Muyan knew she was referring to her hyperventilation episode. But lately, since she hadn’t been as excitable, those breathless moments hadn’t recurred.

“That was an accident, Teacher Cheng. Please forget about it,” Jiang Muyan protested helplessly. “I really, really am not sick!”

“Mm, I know,” Cheng Jianli said, teasing her. She hadn’t seen Jiang Muyan collapse suddenly in a long time.

Uncle Liu, unaware of their conversation, chimed in, “Young Miss, let the family doctor check on you when we get back. If you fall ill, the Chairman and Madam will worry.”

“Fine,” Jiang Muyan reluctantly agreed.

When they got home, Jiang Muyan started sneezing again. Cheng Jianli thought it would be best not to push her to study in this condition. “Go lie down on the bed for a while,” she suggested.

“Should I memorize vocabulary while lying down?” Jiang Muyan rubbed her temples.

“No, just rest properly,” Cheng Jianli said, sitting at the desk and pulling out her textbooks. “Wait until the doctor checks you first.”

The family doctor, an already-differentiated alpha, first took Jiang Muyan’s temperature, then drew blood for testing.

Jiang Muyan was terrified of needles and blood draws, so she kept her eyes tightly shut the entire time. Just the thought of the needle poking around in her veins made her shudder.

Fortunately, the family doctor was skilled, and the procedure was over quickly. After sending the blood sample for testing, she asked, “Has the young miss differentiated yet?”

“Not yet,” Uncle Liu answered for Jiang Muyan.

“Some people may fall ill before differentiation, even running persistent high fevers,” the doctor said, noting Jiang Muyan’s temperature was 37°C. “But the young miss likely just has a common cold, her temperature is still normal.”

“Only one person in our school has differentiated so far, from Class 5,” Jiang Muyan said, pressing on the spot where the needle had been. “I probably won’t differentiate that early.”

The doctor replied, “Generally, people differentiate after turning 18, though there are exceptions. Right now, you might just have a cold from getting caught in the rain. We’ll know more once the test results come back.”

“Wait! Teacher Cheng got caught in the rain too that day,” Jiang Muyan suddenly said. “Teacher Cheng, you should get checked as well.”

Cheng Jianli knew she had already differentiated into an omega. Jiang Muyan had no understanding of differentiation or scent glands, so she could easily be fooled with a few words but the family doctor was another matter. There was no way Cheng Jianli could deceive her.

So she said, “No need, I’m fine.”

An omega’s heat cycle was a vulnerability, and letting others know would only invite trouble. Even though the school had thorough protective measures for omegas, she lived alone her home wasn’t necessarily safe. The fewer people who knew, the better.

The incident with the differentiation suppressant in the equipment room a month ago was proof enough. If not for Jiang Muyan, who knew what might have happened? Cheng Jianli didn’t want her weaknesses exploited.

Seeing Cheng Jianli refuse, Jiang Muyan didn’t press further. She just told the doctor, “Teacher Cheng might be tired. Uncle Liu can bring the test results up to me later, you can go back first.”

The doctor nodded. “Understood. Young miss, rest well. If it’s confirmed to be just a common cold, I’ll prescribe some medication for you.”

With that, the doctor packed up and left with Uncle Liu.

Once they were alone again, Cheng Jianli stood and walked over. “How are you feeling now?”

Jiang Muyan curled up under the blankets, pouting. “The spot where they drew blood hurts.”

“You need to press on it longer,” Cheng Jianli said. “If you don’t hold it down enough, blood might seep under the skin and cause bruising.”

Jiang Muyan couldn’t help but admire, “Teacher Cheng, you’re so knowledgeable.”

Cheng Jianli: “…That’s common sense. Haven’t you had blood drawn before?”

Jiang Muyan said, “I rarely get blood drawn because I’m terrified of pain. Plus, I hardly ever get sick, I don’t even visit the hospital for years at a time.”

Indeed, aside from those rare episodes of breathlessness, Jiang Muyan always appeared full of energy and in perfect health.

“Teacher Cheng, could you stay with me?” Illness had dulled Jiang Muyan’s usual sharpness, leaving only the simple desire to be near Cheng Jianli.

Cheng Jianli lowered her gaze. “How should I stay with you?”

To her surprise, Jiang Muyan actually pondered the question seriously before replying, “How about… you lie down with me for a while? Haha…”

Then, as if realizing how unreasonable her request sounded, she scratched her head awkwardly. “Just kidding.”

To everyone’s surprise, Cheng Jianli only remained silent for a moment before calmly saying, “Then make some room for me.”

While Jiang Muyan was still frozen in shock, Cheng Jianli had already lain down beside her and closed her eyes.

As Jiang Muyan remained overwhelmed by the astonishment that “her wife actually lay down with her,” Cheng Jianli spoke again: “Let’s rest for fifteen minutes.”

So Jiang Muyan quickly lay down too. The two were now barely a dozen centimeters apart. When Jiang Muyan turned her head, she could see Cheng Jianli’s long eyelashes fluttering slightly under the orange light, her fair profile and rosy lips appearing utterly adorable and soft.

Once again, Jiang Muyan found herself staring dumbstruck.

Her wife was just so beautiful! Her neck was so pale, her arms so slender even in a school uniform, she looked absolutely stunning and perfect.

Jiang Muyan called out, “Teacher Cheng…”

Cheng Jianli kept her eyes closed. “Hmm?”

“You’re so fair-skinned,” Jiang Muyan said shyly.

“I think it’s just average,” Cheng Jianli replied.

“No, you’re really fair, and your arms are so slim,” Jiang Muyan continued, unable to resist reaching out to pinch Cheng Jianli’s arm. “And so, so soft.”

As Jiang Muyan kept pinching and squeezing, Cheng Jianli began to think lying down might have been a mistake. She should have gotten up immediately, but Jiang Muyan’s touches remained purely physical, devoid of any ulterior motives.

Fine, let her be.

Cheng Jianli allowed Jiang Muyan to amuse herself.

Two minutes passed, and Jiang Muyan’s actions grew increasingly peculiar moving from arms to wrists, hair to shoulders. Cheng Jianli tensed under her touch, even feeling the scent-blocking patch on her nape inexplicably grow warm.

Finally, Cheng Jianli couldn’t take it anymore. “You!”

Jiang Muyan suddenly blurted, “Teacher Cheng, could you move a bit?”

Cheng Jianli: “?”

Jiang Muyan said earnestly, “You’re blocking me from pinching your other arm.”

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