After Transmigrating into a Ridiculous Alpha, I Saved My Aloof Omega Wife - Chapter 72

Time flew by, and before they knew it, another new week had arrived.

After school that day, Jiang Muyan lay on her bed talking to Jiang Huai on the phone. Cheng Jianli had gone home again today, saying she needed to water the plants at home since they hadn’t been tended to in a while.

Late autumn was always chilly and gloomy outside, with a misty haze hanging over the horizon, as if rain was imminent.

Jiang Huai’s voice on the phone was gentle: “While your mom and I are away on business, you have to listen to Uncle Liu at home, okay?”

Jiang Muyan replied, “Got it. You and Mom take care of yourselves too.”

The father-daughter small talk was always warm. Jiang Huai then asked, “Do you have enough pocket money? Uncle Liu has a few cards none of them have passwords. Just ask him if you need anything.”

Jiang Muyan said, “I’m at school every day. There’s barely anything I need to spend money on. Don’t worry, Dad.”

“With Uncle Liu looking after you, of course I’m not worried,” Jiang Huai adjusted his glasses. “Oh, one more thing you haven’t experienced your rut yet since presenting as an alpha, right?”

Jiang Muyan said, “Nope.”

Jiang Huai knew his daughter was a bit too innocent, having barely paid attention in biology class, so he reminded her, “Muyan, when your rut comes, make sure to take alpha suppressants. You can’t just go around marking any omega.”

Jiang Muyan said, “I know.”

As if she’d ever mark another omega, she liked Cheng Jianli!

Jiang Muyan knew what marking meant. Cheng Jianli had explained it to her before it was just injecting her pheromones into the bonding gland of an omega’s neck, permanently binding the two together. That way, during future ruts, her omega could help her through it.

But right now, Jiang Muyan knew the most important task was getting into the same university as Cheng Jianli.

If her future wife was going to C University, then so was she.

Jiang Huai coughed lightly. “So, is there someone you like at school?”

Jiang Muyan: “? Dad, why are you suddenly asking this?”

Jiang Huai said, “You’ve already presented as an alpha. It’s normal to have someone you like. Whether you end up falling for an alpha, beta, or omega, I’ll support you.”

Jiang Muyan blushed slightly. “Oh, thanks, Dad.”

The family atmosphere was incredibly open-minded. Jiang Huai continued seriously, “But even if you like someone, take it step by step, okay? Just like how I pursued your mom back then.”

Jiang Muyan asked curiously, “How did Mom agree to be with you?”

Jiang Huai said, “I chased your mom for four years. In the end, she went abroad. It happened to be Christmas that day, and she said if I could meet her in New York, she’d accept my proposal.”

“Back then, I was still really poor. I borrowed money from everywhere just to fly to New York, and finally, I saw your mom on the street,” Jiang Huai’s voice softened as if reliving the precious memory. “Your mom was dressed so beautifully, like a princess. Then I knelt on one knee and proposed, and she finally said yes.”

Jiang Muyan hadn’t expected her dad to be so romantic.

After all, not everyone had the courage to go to a foreign country alone, all for the sake of one girl.

After chatting a bit more, Jiang Muyan finally hung up.

Lying on her bed, she wondered was her determination to follow Cheng Jianli to the same university also a kind of courage?

Suddenly, the door downstairs creaked open.

Jiang Muyan knew it must be Uncle Liu bringing Cheng Jianli back. She quickly jumped off the bed and rushed downstairs with loud “thud” sounds.

But halfway down, she heard the housekeeper’s voice: “What happened to Teacher Cheng?”

Cheng Jianli entered from outside, dressed in black jeans and a blue hoodie today, her hair cascading over her shoulders, making her face appear small.

Yet for some reason, she was completely drenched, with muddy stains all over her jeans.

Jiang Muyan froze for half a second before hurriedly running down the stairs, asking anxiously, “Teacher Cheng, what happened?”

Uncle Liu explained, “There was heavy rain outside. Teacher Cheng slipped while getting into the car.”

Cheng Jianli’s top was fine, but her pants were covered in mud, suggesting a rather bad fall.

“How could you be so careless?” Jiang Muyan said worriedly. “Are you hurt?”

Cheng Jianli had been carefully keeping her pants from touching Jiang Muyan’s floor. Hearing her voice, she softly replied, “No, I didn’t notice a rock beside the car when I got in and stepped on air.”

“You’re so worrying! Why do you keep falling? Come with me to change your clothes quickly,” Jiang Muyan said, immediately leading Cheng Jianli upstairs while telling Uncle Liu, “Uncle Liu, Teacher Cheng got soaked. Have the kitchen prepare some ginger tea.”

“Understood, young miss,” Uncle Liu replied.

Cheng Jianli followed Jiang Muyan back to her room. After watering the plants at home, she had seen Uncle Liu’s car parked outside the window and grabbed an umbrella to go downstairs. Who knew she’d trip while getting into the car? Now not only were her pants dirty, but she was also completely drenched by the rain.

Jiang Muyan brought her into her room. Cheng Jianli looked down and said, “Look how dirty my pants are. What if I stain your carpet?”

Indeed, Cheng Jianli was soaked from the rain her hair wet and clinging softly to her cheeks, her clothes dripping water, and her mud-stained pants likely to wet the expensive carpet.

But Jiang Muyan didn’t care at all. She took out a loose hoodie from her wardrobe and said, “It’s fine. We can just replace the carpet.”

She added seriously, “Teacher Cheng, look how soaked you are. If you don’t change soon, you’ll really catch a cold.”

Cheng Jianli fell silent for a moment after hearing Jiang Muyan’s words but still didn’t step forward.

The carpet in the room was pure white, stretching from the door to the floor-to-ceiling window, soft and fluffy underfoot. If she got mud on it, it would be a nightmare to clean.

Cheng Jianli said, “I’ll change in the room across the hall.”

That was the room prepared for her.

“The room across doesn’t have any clothes. The housekeeper took yours to wash today. Just wear mine for now,” Jiang Muyan said, seeing Cheng Jianli still standing at the door. “Come on, it’s fine.”

Cheng Jianli asked again, “How much does this carpet cost?”

Jiang Muyan replied, “A few hundred thousand, I think. My mom bought it for me.”

Cheng Jianli: “…”

She deeply felt the power of money.

Cheng Jianli said, “No, I don’t want to stain your carpet. My pants are covered in mud.”

Jiang Muyan scratched her head, realizing Cheng Jianli didn’t want to ruin things. She sighed and said, “Then how about you take off your pants there before coming in?”

Cheng Jianli: “?”

Jiang Muyan added, “You’re wearing underwear, right? If you are, it’s fine.”

Cheng Jianli said, “They’re very short.”

Jiang Muyan said, “That’s alright.”

Cheng Jianli’s eyelid twitched. “But I’m not alright.”

Jiang Muyan replied, “Then I won’t look. Go ahead and change.”

With that, she walked over and handed Cheng Jianli the sweatshirt in her hand. “I’ll go downstairs to check on the ginger tea for you.”

Only then did Cheng Jianli take the clothes from Jiang Muyan, softly murmuring, “Mm.”

Jiang Muyan added, “I’ll be back soon.”

She closed the door and headed downstairs.

Cheng Jianli hadn’t expected Jiang Muyan to leave so easily, she’d thought she’d be teased a few more words.

Cheng Jianli steadied herself. Though Jiang Muyan usually loved saying all sorts of shameless things to her, whenever she was sick, she became serious, genuinely worried something might be wrong.

She really was quite good.

Cheng Jianli’s gaze lingered on the soft fabric in her hands.

But, why had Jiang Muyan only given her a sweatshirt?

Frowning slightly, she picked it up and realized it was a long, pastel pink one flattering against her skin and just barely covering her thighs.

Her cheeks flushed again.

How could Jiang Muyan be so perverted?

Downstairs in the kitchen, the housekeeper was still brewing the ginger tea.

Ginger, goji berries, red dates, and brown sugar were all prepared on the side, ready to be simmered together in a clay pot over low heat.

Jiang Muyan washed her hands at the sink and cheerfully offered, “Let me help.”

The housekeeper replied, “No need, Miss. I’ve got it.”

Jiang Muyan insisted, “Teacher Cheng is changing. I’ve got nothing else to do, let me make it for her.”

The housekeeper chuckled. “Miss, you’re so good to Teacher Cheng.”

Jiang Muyan grinned brightly. “Well, she works hard tutoring me every day.”

Besides, her wife had gotten soaked in the rain, what if she caught a cold?

Jiang Muyan carefully added the ginger strips and sliced red dates, simmering them with brown sugar for about ten minutes before tossing in the goji berries.

Soon, a sweet, warm fragrance wafted from the clay pot.

Jiang Muyan asked, “How much longer on low heat?”

The housekeeper answered, “Five minutes.”

Nodding seriously, Jiang Muyan waited until the time was up, then turned off the stove and poured the steaming ginger tea into a porcelain bowl. “I’ll take this to Teacher Cheng.”

The housekeeper agreed, “Of course.”

Jiang Muyan went upstairs and knocked on her own bedroom door. “Teacher Cheng, I’m coming in.”

When she entered, she saw a neatly folded pair of jeans and clothes by the shoe rack, while Cheng Jianli was already seated at the desk, working on her assignments.

Jiang Muyan beamed. “Teacher Cheng, the ginger tea’s ready. You should drink it while it’s hot.”

But she barely took two steps before freezing in place.

Under the warm orange glow of the lamp, Cheng Jianli sat upright, wearing nothing but the pink sweatshirt her slender neck and delicate back on full display, her waist narrow and legs long, her slightly flushed knees bent over the edge of the chair, her skin so pale it seemed to glow.

Jiang Muyan’s mind went blank.

Wait, why wasn’t her wife wearing pants?

She swallowed hard, the ginger tea in her hands suddenly forgotten.

Was Cheng Jianli trying to seduce her?

Jiang Muyan’s thoughts always spiraled in the most outrageous directions. Her face burned, a mix of embarrassment and excitement flooding her.

Hearing her voice, Cheng Jianli turned. “You’re back?”

“Ah!” Jiang Muyan snapped out of it. “Y-yeah. The ginger tea’s done. I made it for you.”

From the side, Cheng Jianli’s features appeared delicate, her lashes like lotus leaves weighed down by dew. She reached out to take it, saying softly, “Thank you. I left the clothes by the door, I didn’t stain your carpet.”

“Staining it wouldn’t have mattered,” Jiang Muyan sat beside her, unable to conceal her excitement.

Cheng Jianli raised her elegant brows slightly. “What’s wrong with you? You seem unusually happy.”

Jiang Muyan replied sheepishly, “No, I’m not.”

“But your grin stretches ear to ear,” Cheng Jianli pointed out.

Jiang Muyan quickly rubbed her face, hiding her silly expression. Somewhat embarrassed, she said, “Teacher Cheng, why aren’t you wearing pants?”

Cheng Jianli frowned. “What?”

“I mean, you’re not wearing pants. Are you…” Jiang Muyan recalled the term Cheng Jianli had taught her days ago, then said coyly, “Are you trying to tease me?”

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