From Trashy A to the Heiress’s Little Son-in-Law After the Idol Competition (GL, ABO) - Chapter 88

Ji Yunuo’s eyes held a gentle warmth, like a peach blossom pond with petals drifting lightly across the water’s surface, rippling in waves, as if yearning to cradle her beloved within them and tuck the memory deep into her mind.

Xiao Yanjin turned slightly, her face tilting toward Ji Yunuo, her expression serene, like a soft, cherubic child.

Unable to resist, Ji Yunuo reached out and poked her cheek—the texture was delightful, plush and tender.

Her gaze drifted lower, landing on those rosy lips.

Suddenly, she swallowed hard.

Those lips were full, their color rich, their shape flawless. Before, she had been too preoccupied with kissing to notice just how beautiful Xiao Yanjin’s lips were.

After a few seconds of contemplation, Ji Yunuo couldn’t hold back any longer. She leaned in and kissed her alpha.

She had applied camellia-scented lip balm—sweet, with a delicate floral fragrance.

“Sister, you’re sneaking kisses,” Xiao Yanjin suddenly opened her eyes, grinning smugly.

Ji Yunuo flushed at her teasing. “You were pretending to sleep.”

“If I didn’t, how would I know what you’d do to me?” Xiao Yanjin drew closer and kissed her back, then licked her lips. “Sister, you’re wearing camellia lip balm. I like it.”

Ji Yunuo didn’t respond. Xiao Yanjin would never know that a year ago, she had already memorized every detail of her sleeping face—those soft lips, though never kissed, had been traced by her fingers.

After leaving the company, the two headed to a nearby Cantonese restaurant for dinner.

Ji Yunuo’s meal, naturally, had to be on the lighter side.

Xiao Yanjin drove, while Ji Yunuo—a rare occurrence—sat in the passenger seat.

Xiao Yanjin fastened her seatbelt, then glanced at her stomach. “Mama Nuonuo, we’re setting off now.”

Ji Yunuo burst into laughter. “Can the baby even hear you?”

Xiao Yanjin focused on driving, maintaining a steady speed, her eyes never straying from the road.

“Sooner or later, the baby will call you ‘Mama.’ No matter what, I’ll make sure to tell them every day not to bully you,” she declared.

Ji Yunuo was torn between laughter and exasperation. She was only two months along—her belly hadn’t even begun to show, let alone the baby taking shape.

“The baby definitely knows. With a mommy who loves you so much, they’d never bully you.”

Xiao Yanjin’s smile never faded.

At the restaurant, Xiao Yanjin meticulously scanned the menu.

Ji Yunuo was on the phone with Wei Qin. By the time she hung up, Xiao Yanjin had already handed the menu to the server.

“Wait a little, and you’ll get something delicious,” she said. Ji Yunuo’s meals had indeed been bland lately—healthy, but after months of it, even the most disciplined palate would crave variety.

At the very least, she could indulge in something not too heavy.

“Sister, you seemed fine this afternoon. No morning sickness?”

“None.”

“If it gets bad, just stay home. Working remotely is fine too.”

“Alright, I’ll listen to you.”

They chatted for a while until a familiar voice sounded from outside.

“Mianmian, where should we sit?” It was Xu Zhixia’s voice.

Ji Yunuo looked up, and Xiao Yanjin turned toward the entrance, greeting them. “Cousin, sister-in-law.”

Xu Zhixia and Ji Mian were surprised to see them.

“Well, look who’s here,” Xu Zhixia chuckled. She wore a sleek black dress, her snow-white shoulders peeking out, her hair styled in elegant waves—exuding the aura of a glamorous socialite.

Xiao Yanjin wondered if they were here on a date.

“Would you like to join us?” Ji Yunuo asked, clearly unfazed by whether they were on a date or not.

“Sure.” Xu Zhixia immediately sat down, clearly not minding that she was supposed to be on a date with her wife.

“What about the two little ones?”

“My dad and mom fought over who got to take care of them. When I tried to look after the kids, they kept worrying I couldn’t handle it and even scolded me. And because of the kids, they ended up living together again—they remarried.” Xu Zhixia found the thought process of these two middle-aged people a bit hard to understand, but she supposed it was a good thing—at least the family was happy now.

Ji Mian smiled faintly beside her, wrapping an arm around her wife’s waist. “Isn’t it nice that they’re giving us some alone time as a couple?”

Xu Zhixia shot her a playful glare, the corners of her lips curling ever so slightly. “No, it’s not.”

“Oh really? Last night, you were the one clinging to me, hm?” Ji Mian lifted her delicate chin, her gaze intense, seemingly forgetting that there were two younger people sitting across from them.

Xiao Yanjin stared, dumbfounded, the orange juice in her mouth tasting overly sweet, almost syrupy. “Wow, that’s quite the sight.”

“What?” The other person didn’t catch it.

Xiao Yanjin lowered her head. “Nothing.”

Ji Yunuo gave Xiao Yanjin an exasperated look—finally, she was getting a taste of what she had to endure as a child.

A bowl of chrysanthemum greens and chicken giblet soup was brought to the table.

Xiao Yanjin ladled some for Ji Yunuo. “Cantonese cuisine is great at slow-cooked soups. Try it, sis.”

She deliberately skimmed the spoon across the surface to remove the oil, scooping up the fragrant, milky-white broth rich with protein-packed chicken—perfect for a pregnant woman.

Ji Yunuo smiled and nodded, taking a sip herself. The delicious flavor instantly awakened her taste buds.

Xu Zhixia glared at Ji Mian. “Look at how considerate and attentive she is.”

Ji Mian shrugged and suddenly asked, “Have you two ever had dim sum before?”

Ji Yunuo: “We’ve ordered takeout.”

Ji Mian: “I really love the shrimp dumplings. They remind me of the xiaolongbao and crab roe noodles from Jiangnan.”

Xiao Yanjin’s hand, still holding the soup ladle, trembled slightly as she was abruptly reminded of that incident at the foot massage parlor.

Xu Zhixia asked curiously, “How does a shrimp dumpling make you think of xiaolongbao and crab roe noodles?”

Ji Mian explained, “Because the shape is similar to xiaolongbao, and the filling is seafood—just like crab. So it’s like eating xiaolongbao and crab roe noodles together, right?”

Xu Zhixia was speechless. Shrimp dumplings didn’t look anything like xiaolongbao, and crab roe and shrimp tasted completely different. Great, now she couldn’t even follow her own wife’s train of thought.

Halfway through the meal, Ji Mian wiped her hands and excused herself to the restroom.

Being stared at by Xiao Yanjin earlier had made her uncomfortable.

Seizing the opportunity, Xiao Yanjin also headed to the restroom.

After finishing up, Ji Mian stepped out to wash her hands—only to find Xiao Yanjin silently appearing behind her.

Ji Mian jumped, letting out a startled yelp. “Good grief, you scared me!”

Xiao Yanjin didn’t speak, her gaze fixed intently on Ji Mian.

A chill ran down Ji Mian’s spine, her skin prickling with goosebumps.

“Wh-what do you want?” She backed away until she hit the wall, realizing there was no escape.

Xiao Yanjin’s eyes burned with suspicion, as if Ji Mian held the answer she had been searching for—though Ji Mian couldn’t fathom how she resembled any kind of answer!

“I need to ask you something,” Xiao Yanjin stepped closer, her voice icy.

Ji Mian shivered. This person usually seemed so easygoing—how had she turned into this? There was something almost domineering about her now.

“G-go ahead.”

Until the person before her spoke: “When will the bright moon appear?”

A simple, familiar line of ancient poetry that anyone with some education could recite, but Ji Mian’s response was anything but ordinary.

“Just…just look up yourself.”

The moment these words left her lips, Xiao Yanjin’s eyes lit up, her body trembling uncontrollably.

She suddenly embraced Ji Mian, exclaiming, “Is it really you, sis?!”

Ji Mian was stunned too. Hearing that familiar tone, she almost thought she’d returned to their original world.

After Xiao Yanjin’s explanation, everything became clear.

They were biological sisters from their original world.

Though their parents divorced—one taking their father’s surname Ji, the other their mother’s surname Xiao—they’d always been close, raised together by their grandparents. That poetic exchange was their secret code, signaling their parents were coming to take them home from grandma’s house. They’d hide in the closet together, refusing to be found, unwilling to be separated.

That’s how she knew her sister loved strawberry flavor, adored giant pandas, craved soup dumplings and crab roe noodles—every little preference etched clearly in her memory.

Later, Xiao Yanjin crossed worlds. At first, both were shocked by each other’s names, but neither imagined others could have crossed over too, so they didn’t dwell on it.

This PD Ji had changed so much after being here so long. Rarely interacting, it was only now that Xiao Yanjin noticed the clues.

Tears welled in Ji Mian’s eyes.

Flustered, Xiao Yanjin hugged her. “Sis, why are you crying?”

Having lived happily with Xu Zhixia all these years, encountering her blood sister now overwhelmed Ji Mian. Five whole years since she’d seen any of them.

“Do you…miss me in the original world?”

Xiao Yanjin hesitated. “Actually, the owner of your current body went into your original one. I didn’t realize it was you acting so strange back then.”

Ji Mian: “……”

As Xu Zhixia and Ji Yunno waited impatiently, Xu Zhixia propped her chin. “What’s taking them so long?”

Ji Yunno shook her head. “No idea what they’re doing.”

Finally, the pair returned.

Seeing Ji Mian’s damp eyes, Xu Zhixia gasped. “Mianmian, what happened? Have you been crying?”

Wiping her tears, Ji Mian exchanged a smile with Xiao Yanjin. “It’s nothing.”

Xu Zhixia remained concerned. “Really nothing?”

Xiao Yanjin, brimming with joy, laughed. “Don’t worry about my sis, sister-in-law. She’s crying from happiness.”

Silence fell.

Xu Zhixia blinked. “You called me sister-in-law?”

Ji Mian nearly choked. “This kid—gets tongue-tied when excited.”

Playing along, Xiao Yanjin nodded. “Right, my mistake. Cousin. PD Ji is actually my sister-in-law.”

Ji Mian couldn’t suppress her laughter. Naturally doting on her sister, they chatted and laughed like inseparable siblings, reminiscing childhood stories that left the two Omegas utterly astonished.

A month passed, the script nearly complete.

After submitting it to production, Xiao Yanjin prepared to join the filming crew.

Time to earn money to support her wife and baby!!

“Madam Ji, this is the assistant CEO Ji selected for you.” Ying Yanyan had come to the film set to check on the production team’s progress (though in reality, she was tasked with observing how Xiao Yanjin was performing), and she specifically brought along a female alpha.

Not bad—even the assistant was of the same gender.

“Her name is Qu Yanran.”

The young woman, barely in her twenties, nodded at Xiao Yanjin with a smile. “Greetings, Madam Ji. My name is Qu Yanran.”

Xiao Yanjin was quite pleased with the assistant Ji Yunuo had chosen. Just then, Director Gu walked over.

Frowning, he said, “Yanjin, are you sure about this no-romance female lead role?”

“As long as the script is solid, I can handle anything.”

Director Gu and Xiao Yanjin had debated the script for a long time, but with the Ji family backing her—being both the investor and producer—he, as a director with limited influence, had no choice but to defer to the production team’s decisions.

“Fine.” With the rest of the cast already finalized, there was no point in dragging it out.

He clapped his hands and called out, “Let’s get to work, everyone!”

Xiao Yanjin, having just finished her makeup, headed to the dressing room to change. The wardrobe assistant helping her remarked, “Madam Ji, you have such a stunning figure.”

Xiao Yanjin couldn’t help but laugh. She had, after all, debuted as an idol—of course her physique was impeccable.

“Such a slender waist, long legs, and skin so smooth and fair—you even have that perfect waist dip. Not even Omegas can compare to your perfection.”

Xiao Yanjin basked in the praise, thinking smugly, A flawless alpha like me? Only a woman like Miss Ji could ever deserve me.

Once dressed, she headed to the set.

Her character was a seductive demoness from a heretical sect—flamboyant and domineering, despised by the world yet righteous at heart, specializing in eliminating evildoers.

Her costume was primarily black and red, and today she wore a fiery crimson ancient robe, wielding the sect’s demonic sword with effortless grace, as untamed as drifting clouds.

Ying Yanyan watched intently from the sidelines, recording a video before sending it to Ji Yunuo.

Ji Yunuo was in the middle of a meeting but took a moment to glance at the clip. Her wife stood fearless before a crowd of extras, sword in hand, embodying the demoness with chilling precision.

She had even added a touch of red eyeliner, transforming her usually sweet almond eyes into something wicked.

Xiao Yanjin… truly a little enchantress.

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