I Topped the Aloof Omega in a Scummy Alpha Novel - Chapter 49

Fingers stroked over the grape skin

She had been here several times. The Bian family’s annual memorial ceremony was held here, and the back mountain was the cemetery where the Bian family ancestors were buried.

This manor did not originally belong to the Bian family; it was only sold to Bian Yunchen’s great-great-grandmother after the original owners fell on hard times. The Bian family did not normally live here, but they always came here for family gatherings, reportedly as a cautionary reminder.

The person who came to pick up Xuan Yuchi was Bian Fang, a young girl whose sullen face bore a slight resemblance to Bian Yunchen. She led Xuan Yuchi to a bedroom on the second floor of the main building. All other bedrooms were closed, so this one was likely cleaned up temporarily.

As soon as she walked in, she could smell a faint floral fragrance. Sunlight streamed onto the floor, which, combined with the European-style room décor, gave it a painted, oil-on-canvas feeling. Living here would naturally make one’s demeanor more elegant.

On the wall directly opposite the large bed hung an oil painting depicting a girl in a wedding dress. She wore a veil, her expression was hazy, one eye was hidden in the darkness, and the other was gazing at the head of the bed.

Bian Fang said, “Breakfast is downstairs at eight every morning. Lunch is at eleven thirty, and dinner is at six in the afternoon. A servant will come the night before to take your order.”

She took Xuan Yuchi’s mobile phone. “There is a library on the first floor. The Family Head has provided popular novels and comics for you. There is a swimming pool outside to help you keep in shape, and if you’re bored, you can go to the garden to plant flowers and prune plants. The Family Head wants you to treat this place as your own, but the only prohibition is excessive drinking.”

Xuan Yuchi accepted it with a show of delight, but once Bian Fang left, she collapsed onto the bed with a sigh. No matter how spacious the place was, it was still a cage.

She was truly out of options.

The life of a caged canary was turning out to be difficult. Gradually, aside from coming downstairs for breakfast, she was too lazy to even leave the bedroom. When she turned on the TV, it was full of news about Bian Yunchen.

The low-key actress had changed her usual style and was frequently attending various events. Today, she was happily interacting with children at an orphanage, donating over a million yuan in one go. Tomorrow, she was giving an in-depth interview to a veteran reporter, speaking out for vulnerable groups. The day after, she was walking the red carpet at an international film festival, radiating brilliance…

The TV station had almost become Bian Yunchen’s private documentation channel.

The whole world knew this person was a very busy woman.

The little animal raised by the busy woman waited anxiously in the golden house every day, practically turning into a stone statue waiting for its ‘wife.’

What ‘keeping a mistress in a golden house’? This was clearly a form of torture.

Xuan Yuchi felt suffocated. Every now and then, she would ask the System when Bian Yunchen was coming, when they would get married, and when the mission would be completed.

The System only told her to be patient.

There was another person who was just as impatient.

Bai Fu followed Bian Yunchen’s itinerary like a shadow. When Bian Yunchen donated money to the orphanage, she did too. When Bian Yunchen had a one-on-one interview, she spent a huge sum of money to get the same reporter to interview her, even though the reporter didn’t know what there was to interview her about. When Bian Yunchen was invited to walk the red carpet, she paid her own way to attend.

Consequently, she earned the title of “Bian Yunchen’s Tacky Sasaeng Fan.”

Seeing that this approach was failing, she changed her strategy, attending to Bian Yunchen’s mother every day. A month later, Bian Shangying was moved by her devotion and invited Bian Yunchen home for dinner.

Bai Fu cooked herself, practicing for several nights without sleep just for one dish, Clear Broth Chicken Pot with Shark Fin. She prepared a large table of dishes, and after the meal, she massaged Bian Shangying and Xiang Huai’en, working diligently.

She didn’t say an extra word. After completing all this, she excused herself to the two elders.

Bian Yunchen was practicing calligraphy upstairs. When Bian Shangying came in, she put down her pure black pointed purple-tipped small script brush. The character “Yu”was very prominent.

“Mother,” Bian Yunchen stood up straight, her smile extremely faint, distant and polite, making Bian Shangying feel like a guest.

After dinner, Bian Yunchen went straight into the study, the truths and falsehoods outside were none of her concern.

For the first time, Bian Shangying felt like she didn’t know her daughter.

“I plan to recognize Bai Fu as my goddaughter.”

She suppressed her words of persuasion and tentatively tested Bian Yunchen’s reaction.

Bian Yunchen didn’t speak. She picked up her brush and added the character “Chi”after it. In Bian Shangying’s eyes, it was very unsightly.

“If Mother feels bored and wants a junior’s company, there are plenty of juniors in the Bian family. They should be very happy to oblige.”

Bian Shangying said solemnly, “Bai Fu and I get along very well. She was a bit confused before, but she is very different now. Moreover, the Bai family has been highly valued these past few years, and they might even progress further in the future.”

Bian Yunchen sneered, “I thought Mother inherently looked down on opportunistic families like the Bai family.”

Bian Shangying was choked by her daughter’s words. She genuinely had looked down on them once. If it hadn’t been for the shocking result of that election, how would she have allowed her daughter to marry into the Bai family to solve their immediate crisis?

But now she felt that being lucky for a lifetime was also a kind of ability. Perhaps Heaven intended to favor the Bai family, and for the sake of future development, the Bian family would have to swallow their pride.

“Face reality,” Bian Shangying said irritably.

“Mhm, I know,” Bian Yunchen replied airily.

Bian Shangying stood beside her without speaking, and Bian Yunchen continued her calligraphy practice, completely unfazed.

Bian Shangying walked away in anger. She didn’t understand when her authority as a mother had been undermined?

Bian Yunchen took out her phone. It was nine o’clock at night.

The girl in the oil painting was staring at Xuan Yuchi.

She was watching TV, an adventure reality show called Brave Forward. It had recently switched to a live broadcast format. The guests on the show were boring, but it was slightly interesting to watch their personas collapse and them make fools of themselves.

Xuan Yuchi got sleepy, lay down, and immediately fell asleep. In her drowsy state, she exchanged glances with the girl in the oil painting and found it somewhat unsettling.

She saw it every day. The more she looked, the more it seemed like a real person, especially the eyes, which seemed to move.

Before falling asleep, Xuan Yuchi thought that maybe one day the girl would step out of the painting.

Then she really dreamed that the butterfly on the girl’s wedding dress flew out, and a white shadow detached and slipped out of the frame.

Bian Yunchen stood by Xuan Yuchi’s bed. The moon illuminated her figure, but the light was too dim, making her appear unreal, like a person projected by light.

She placed Xuan Yuchi’s hand under the blanket, sat down, and quietly stared at Xuan Yuchi’s face. Then she reached out and touched her.

She had never called Xuan Yuchi “little sister.” Before junior high, she treated Xuan Yuchi as a doll because she didn’t have one.

Dolls would sleep with their owners, and Xuan Yuchi would also take advantage of her young age to act spoiled and refuse to leave her house. They slept in the same room. Xuan Yuchi always fell asleep first. Bian Yunchen would stare at her exquisite, doll-like face and pinch her cheek. She was cuter than a doll.

When the doll grew up and had her own ideas, she began treating Xuan Yuchi as a sister, taking care of her and instructing her with the Bian family’s rules. But Xuan Yuchi was disobedient. She wanted to be an open-minded sister and didn’t want her to be unhappy like herself, so she indulged her.

She didn’t care at all whether it was love or non-blood-related kinship, but she never expected her little sister to grow up again, to grow into a woman who didn’t need her.

Bian Yunchen’s finger slid from Xuan Yuchi’s face all the way to her wrist, then gripped it tightly, the veins on her hand bulging, as if she wanted to crush Xuan Yuchi’s bones.

Xuan Yuchi felt pain in her dream but couldn’t wake up, as if she had sleep paralysis.

She had been drugged. A sedative was put in her daily dinner, which was why her sleep time had moved earlier. The drug’s effect lasted until six in the morning, and Bian Yunchen would rush over before then.

The difficult-to-fade bruises on her wrist, the taste of blood on her lips the next morning, the faint familiar scent in the air—it wasn’t that she was sick.

It was Bian Yunchen who was sick.

She wasn’t satisfied with pinching Xuan Yuchi’s hand through the blanket. She took her finger, put it into her mouth, lightly held it, and licked her fingertip with her tongue.

She was trying her best to suppress a desire, the insane urge to bite off this finger, to devour the person on the bed piece by piece.

Even she found it disgusting, which was why she only let out these sordid, dark thoughts at night, when no one else was present.

She used Xuan Yuchi’s finger to stroke her own face, neck, and then above her chest, finally putting it back in place.

The wind howled and slammed against the balcony doors and windows. She was terrifyingly silent, continuing to gaze at the person on the bed.

System 666 had been secretly observing for a long time. She realized that Yunchen was merely suffering from a simple, dark mental illness and had no other intentions, so she told Xuan Yuchi the truth.

Xuan Yuchi was having breakfast at the time and was so startled that she spilled her milk everywhere.

System 666: I suspect they’ve tampered with your food.

Xuan Yuchi: Why didn’t you tell me sooner!

System 666: I was afraid you’d act impulsively and give the game away.

The System drew an antidote for her, which she took after dinner.

At seven o’clock, a servant brought a plate of grapes and reminded Xuan Yuchi to eat them quickly, or they wouldn’t be fresh.

Xuan Yuchi looked at the plate of purple grapes and thought that they were clearly very fresh and would be fine for a day. She didn’t want to eat anything right now.

The servant even came in again, earnestly insisting that this variety of grape was delicate, and it was best to eat them immediately after picking.

Xuan Yuchi reluctantly took one.

Bian Yunchen was in her minivan. She had just attended a charity gala, had been pestered by people she disliked, and suddenly had a strong urge to see Xuan Yuchi.

She had a bunch of grapes in her minivan, so she ordered someone to send grapes to Xuan Yuchi.

Xuan Yuchi’s hands were long. She slowly peeled the grape, tearing the skin three times to fully reveal the pulp. Sometimes the skin was too tightly attached, and she needed to gently scrape it off with her finger. Her fingers became damp, covered in grape juice. She licked her lips, put the grape in her mouth, and it was indeed better than ordinary grapes.

The wet fingers stroked over the grape skin, the grape flesh. The scene was magnified.

Her lips were also covered in juice, with a little bit of crushed pulp. She stuck out her tongue to roll them into her mouth, eating very obediently.

Bian Yunchen turned off her phone and took a deep breath. Her face was slightly flushed, and her mind was scattered.

Amy asked her what was wrong.

Bian Yunchen closed her eyes, her legs felt a little weak.

Xuan Yuchi didn’t know how large a dose of the drug Bian Yunchen had given her, so she didn’t dare to take too much of the System’s medicine, afraid she might damage her brain.

By the time she realized there was movement beside her, Bian Yunchen had already been there for a while.

Her heart pounded; she felt terrified and eerie.

Then she realized her hand was being held. She didn’t dare to open her eyes, relying only on touch to feel.

She touched Yunchen’s nose bridge, lips, and chin. Tonight, Yunchen’s body was warmer than usual.

Then she was passively led all the way down, and then up, touching one specific place.

She felt like she was stroking a budding flower, though her palms were slightly sweaty.

Xuan Yuchi’s mind was in a mess.

Xuan Yuchi: 666, should I wake up?

System: How about you wait until she’s finished?

Xuan Yuchi felt even more ashamed for some reason and suddenly opened her eyes.

God is my witness, she only kept them open for one second.

But it was definitely the most regrettable second of her life.

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