As a Scummy Omega, I Ran Away with the Baby - Chapter 47

A flash of triumph flickered through Bei Nanyan’s eyes. Seeing the confusion clouding Bai Qingqiu’s expression, a surge of vicious satisfaction welled up inside her. Without further hesitation, she bent down and kissed her.

The Alpha’s domineering, aggressive pheromones surged forward, wrapped in the rich, lingering fragrance of Rhodes roses. As the distance between them closed, it felt as though Bai Qingqiu’s last shred of rationality was being strangled alive. The soft beam cast by the downlight on the suite’s ceiling was blocked by Bei Nanyan’s approach, leaving most of her face swallowed by shadow. Only the outline of her features and the tips of her hair were traced with a blurred halo of light.

In this chiaroscuro of light and shadow, that face—seven or eight parts similar to Gu Yining’s—overlapped almost perfectly with the figure buried deep in Bai Qingqiu’s memory. The smug curve of the lips, the identical jawline—every detail aligned with cruel precision.

Everything was unfolding exactly as Bei Nanyan had intended.

Just as their lips were about to touch—

Smack!

The sharp, resounding crack of a slap shattered the suffocating stillness.

Time seemed to freeze for a split second.

Bai Qingqiu burned through the very last of her reason to wrest back control of her body. The revulsion she felt toward the person in front of her surged violently, overwhelming every instinct driven by her heat. Almost reflexively, she shoved Bei Nanyan away with all her strength.

Caught completely off guard by such a fierce reaction, Bei Nanyan stumbled backward and crashed heavily onto the carpet, sucking in a sharp breath of pain.

Under the full force of that slap, Bei Nanyan’s cheek flushed red almost instantly, swelling visibly. She lifted a hand to cover her face, staring at Bai Qingqiu in disbelief, her eyes filled with stunned shock.

The air in the suite grew thin and deathly quiet. Bai Qingqiu’s chest heaved as she gasped for breath, her entire body trembling from exhaustion. She braced herself against the desk behind her, muscles taut, every nerve drawn tight—like a cornered beast driven to the brink.

She stared unblinking at Bei Nanyan on the floor. If she dared take even one step closer, Bai Qingqiu wouldn’t hesitate to drag her down with her, no matter how ugly it got.

Bei Nanyan moved.

Bai Qingqiu clenched her teeth in silence, tracking every single motion.

But Bei Nanyan merely rose at an unhurried pace, calmly smoothing out the creases in her suit from the fall, even brushing off imaginary dust as if nothing had happened.

Before Bai Qingqiu’s eyes, Bei Nanyan lowered her head slightly and offered a smile steeped in mockery.

“That reaction just now,” she said lightly, “almost made me think you still had feelings for me.” She raised an eyebrow as she looked over.

Every single word made Bai Qingqiu’s stomach churn. Nausea surged violently, completely suppressing any remaining discomfort brought on by her heat. Each syllable—every affected gesture in Bei Nanyan’s fake elegance—felt utterly foreign.

She could not believe that the person she had once loved so deeply, so desperately, could turn out to be this.

She didn’t even want to call her a person anymore.

Was this who Bei Nanyan had always been? Or had they both changed, no longer the two people they once were in university?

No.

Perhaps from beginning to end, Bai Qingqiu had never truly known her at all.

The realization struck like lightning, tearing straight through the chaos in her mind.

She had always been so confident in her judgment of people, so arrogant in her belief that she held everything firmly under control. Yet now, fact after fact stood before her, mercilessly mocking her self-righteousness.

She had thought she understood Bei Nanyan—proud, pure, emotional, maybe temperamental, but not fundamentally rotten.

She had thought she held Gu Yining firmly in her grasp, that Gu Yining was nothing more than a gentle, obedient substitute, harmless, incapable of ever escaping her palm.

None of it was true.

Days ago, when Gu Yining uncovered the truth and laid everything out before her, telling her that from the very beginning, it had all been Bei Nanyan pulling strings behind the scenes—how had she responded?

She had doubted Gu Yining without hesitation.

Because she believed Bei Nanyan would never be that kind of person.

Even after the investigation report was delivered—clearly detailing everything Bei Nanyan had done—she still refused to confront it. She avoided facing both this person and these truths. All she thought about was how to prevent Bei Nanyan from making any more moves, never once questioning why she had done all this, or what kind of person she truly was.

And with that blind confidence, she had even agreed to meet her here for a so-called negotiation.

In the end, what she had clung to so stubbornly—was it the Bei Nanyan endlessly beautified by her memories? Or was it, just as Bei Nanyan and Gu Yining had said, nothing more than her own laughable arrogance?

Now, everything needed to end.

Bai Qingqiu lifted her gaze. The haze in her eyes had completely faded, replaced by crystal-clear clarity. She looked at the woman before her—impeccably made up, impeccably dressed, yet rotten to the core—and for the first time, spoke with the cold detachment one reserved for a stranger.

“Why?” Her voice was quiet, but each word carried an undeniable interrogation. “Bei Nanyan, you’ve always been someone who never lifts a finger without profit. You spent so much effort, starting five years ago, deliberately driving a wedge between Gu Yining and me, all the way to this absurd farce today—was it really just to say something this disgusting to my face?”

“Disgusting?” Bei Nanyan let out a scoffing laugh, repeating the word with even sharper mockery. “Bai Qingqiu, I honestly think you’re pitiful—so pitiful you still can’t see the truth. I love you. How could love be something disgusting?”

“Don’t say that word!” Bai Qingqiu snapped, cutting her off as her voice spiked uncontrollably.

“I’ll say it if I want!” Bei Nanyan stepped closer and straightened up. She had always been slightly taller, and in heels now, she looked down at Bai Qingqiu from above. “Bai Qingqiu, you are the truly pathetic monster here—a monster who doesn’t even understand what love is. You put on such a devoted, affectionate performance for others, but in reality, you don’t even believe in love itself!”

Those words struck Bai Qingqiu like heavy blows, pressing the air from her lungs. She instinctively held her breath and turned her gaze aside.

But Bei Nanyan wasn’t finished.

“So, from the very beginning, all you ever wanted was to control me—telling me to go east, never allowing me to go west. And you call that love? At heart, you never saw me as a person at all. I was nothing more than a toy you could summon at will, a pet. When you were in a good mood, you’d put on a show of deep affection; when you weren’t, I was expected to stay out of your sight. And when I finally couldn’t take it anymore and broke up with you—when you couldn’t accept that I’d left—you went and found another Alpha who looked like me to replace me. Even her pheromones had to be the same rose scent.”

After unloading all of this in one breath, Bei Nanyan should have been growing angrier by the second. Instead, she suddenly stopped. A strange, unsettling expression crept onto her face—one that sent a chill down the spine.

“Do you know how much I love you, Bai Qingqiu?” she continued softly. “All those little schemes I worked behind the scenes—I did them on purpose. I wanted to see who it was that you truly couldn’t forget, couldn’t let go of. Me, or Gu Yining. I wanted to know what I really mean to you. I wanted you to admit it—to admit that you can’t live without me.”

Bai Qingqiu watched her coldly, unimpressed by this overacted display of self-infatuation, and cut her off.

“What does any of that have to do with you? The one I want to protect—five years ago, now, and always—is Gu Yining.”

“What’s the difference between Gu Yining and me?” Bei Nanyan screamed sharply. “Didn’t you look for her in the first place because she resembles me? I’m standing right here now. You can’t forget me, and I can’t let go of you. Why can’t we just start over? What does Gu Yining have to do with any of this?”

Her words were laden with insinuation. And, in truth, Bai Qingqiu couldn’t entirely deny them.

In a sense, Bei Nanyan wasn’t wrong.

Back then, she had been drawn to Gu Yining precisely because she looked so much like Bei Nanyan. She couldn’t accept any other Alpha by her side—but she could deceive herself into believing that the person before her was Bei Nanyan, even if she was nothing more than a counterfeit.

Now, the opportunity had truly arrived. Coincidentally, she was in her heat. If she wanted, all it would take was a few steps forward to reunite with Bei Nanyan—effortless, natural, with nothing standing in the way.

But that wasn’t the truth.

From the very beginning, Gu Yining had only ever been Gu Yining. She was never Bei Nanyan—and never could be.

Perhaps at first there had been resemblance. But over those five years of living together day in and day out, through all the moments they shared, everything that belonged uniquely to Gu Yining had quietly, unmistakably peeled her away from the image of a mere stand-in.

Gu Yining’s coyness—so carefully disguised. Her deliberately mimicked temper. Her cautious, tentative way of acting cute. Looking back now, none of it was anything like Bei Nanyan.

Gu Yining’s love had been clumsy, wholehearted, and recklessly sincere.

And Bei Nanyan? The Bei Nanyan she believed she couldn’t let go of—could that really be called love? The woman she had replayed endlessly in her memories after the breakup, layering her image with sweetness and nostalgia, was now standing before her in the flesh.

If she wanted, she wouldn’t even need to step forward. Just a nod would be enough.

But did she want that?

No matter how hard she tried to relive the past, to summon even a trace of the sweetness she once felt, her heart remained unmoved.

Instead, what surged up was disgust. Resistance. Alienation. Rejection.

A bone-deep revulsion toward the person standing before her.

Not long ago, in another suite just like this one, after they had dealt with the chaos Bei Nanyan had caused, Gu Yining had asked her: since Bei Nanyan still had feelings for her, would she ever get back together with her?

At the time, Bai Qingqiu hadn’t been able to answer. She had remained silent.

Now, she could.

“Get out.”

Bai Qingqiu lifted her chin and uttered a two words.

The expression on Bei Nanyan’s face froze instantly. She seemed to want to say something—her lips moved—but under Bai Qingqiu’s utterly emotionless gaze, she swallowed every word back down. Clenching her teeth in resentment, she grabbed the handbag she had flung aside earlier, the check Bai Qingqiu had given her still inside, and turned toward the door.

Just as her hand was about to touch the doorknob, Bai Qingqiu spoke again.

“Bei Nanyan.”

Bei Nanyan stopped.

Bai Qingqiu crossed her arms, took a deep breath, suppressing the renewed heat that flared once calm settled back in, and fixed her gaze on the rigid figure before her.

“Don’t pull any more tricks. And don’t ever show up in front of Gu Yining again. You know the consequences,” she said flatly. There were no crude threats, no hysteria—just a simple statement of fact.

Bei Nanyan didn’t answer yes or no. She merely twisted the doorknob, stepped out, and slammed the door shut behind her.

But Bai Qingqiu knew, every word had been heard.