I Topped the Aloof Omega in a Scummy Alpha Novel - Chapter 53

The Great-Great-Grandmother of the Great-Grandmother

From then on, Bai Yangyang felt that being able to see the future was not necessarily a good thing. She avoided making long eye contact with people and even resented how a person’s smallest gesture could make her see things she didn’t care about. Consequently, she did not actively make friends.

This was terrible for an adolescent child. Her classmates ostracized her and forced the most difficult event, the 1500-meter run, upon her.

She fell, just one hundred meters from the finish line.

Sports were a real torture for someone scholarly. Bai Yangyang was sullen and refused to get up, until one person pulled her up.

Their eyes met.

Bai Yangyang’s eyes hurt intensely, as if scorched by sulfuric acid, and tears flowed incessantly.

She felt as if she had received some kind of punishment.

“Tell me, who exactly are you!”

Bai Yangyang desperately clung to Xuan Yuchi’s hand, and Xuan Yuchi followed her into the hospital room.

A doctor took Xuan Yuchi outside the door and explained the post-operative precautions.

Inside, another doctor questioned Bai Yangyang about whether she had been attacked or threatened by Xuan Yuchi.

Bai Yangyang, however, said they were friends.

The hospital door closed, and Xuan Yuchi came to Bai Yangyang’s bedside. Bai Yangyang’s face was still wrapped in gauze, and she stubbornly stuck out her neck, looking obstinate.

Xuan Yuchi opened her palm and wrote her own name there.

Bai Yangyang exhaled tremblingly.

Xuan Yuchi really hadn’t died…

“I can’t see it,” she said directly.

“Only things about you, I can’t see anything at all.”

She pointed to her eyes: “Look, this is the price.”

Xuan Yuchi asked, “What about other things? Like what will happen to this world, or who will win the next election?”

“The Conservative Party will remain in office,” Bai Yangyang said.

Xuan Yuchi couldn’t help but feel disappointed; she really did not want to hear that news.

“Can anyone change the things you foresee?”

Bai Yangyang: “At least I haven’t succeeded.”

That year, Duanmu Ling was a senator on the rise. Everyone believed she would win the internal party election and then represent the party in the presidential election.

Bai Yangyang even went out of her way to intercept her on her way to work, urging her not to participate in that election under any circumstances.

Duanmu Ling agreed, but when many citizens learned she was giving up the election, they spontaneously protested in the streets. Duanmu Ling came out to pacify the crowd and was shot in the head.

Her blood splattered onto the live camera lens, and onto Bai Yangyang’s phone screen.

Even today, thinking of this caused Bai Yangyang immense pain.

Xuan Yuchi: “Did you try?”

“I tried,” Bai Yangyang’s tone was low, like the muffled thud of a loose drum skin.

“What if I want to try?”

Bai Yangyang was silent for a while. She wanted to open her eyes, but it was too painful.

“Perhaps you can do it.”

After all, she was the one person Bai Yangyang couldn’t see through. What if fate favored Xuan Yuchi?

Xuan Yuchi: “Please help me. Name your price.”

Bai Yangyang: “What do you want to do?”

What she wanted was merely to return the world to normal, but if she had to tell Bai Yangyang…

“I want to support the opposition party.”

The airplane tore a hole through a cloud in the sky.

It was late at night when Xuan Yuchi returned home. She went straight to one of Yun Chen’s houses. The living room light was on, and Yun Chen was leaning on the sofa watching a movie.

Xuan Yuchi recognized the film—an art-house movie from a certain country. They had watched it together once before. Xuan Yuchi had tried to pretend to be cultured for ten minutes before falling asleep amidst the actors’ hypnotic dialogue.

Bian Yunchen turned to look at her, her eyes holding a faint smile that was nonetheless alluring, just like the bowl of cherries on the glass table.

Xuan Yuchi liked to eat cherries. She picked one up, and Bian Yunchen lightly kicked her.

“I want one.”

Xuan Yuchi offered to feed her the cherry she held.

Bian Yunchen pointed to her lips: “Feed it to me with your mouth.”

Xuan Yuchi smiled shyly, bowed her head, peeled back the cherry flesh, tossed the pit into the nearby trash can, ate the cherry flesh, and kissed Bian Yunchen’s lips.

Bian Yunchen extended her tongue to explore for the piece of cherry flesh. Xuan Yuchi had hidden it too deeply, causing her to involuntarily swat at Xuan Yuchi.

She was already sitting on Xuan Yuchi’s lap, hooking her neck, and tilting her head back to catch her breath: “Getting naughty?”

Xuan Yuchi had long since swallowed the cherry. At the moment, she giggled: “Just a little more kissing.”

She kissed Yun Chen again, kissing the person on her lap until her heart fluttered with a slight annoyance.

“Be good, kiss me somewhere else,” she whispered close to Xuan Yuchi’s ear, her strands of hair brushing against Xuan Yuchi’s face.

Xuan Yuchi held her waist and said earnestly, “Let’s get married.”

Bian Yunchen felt as if she had been pushed to the edge of a cliff. Xuan Yuchi’s previous escape from the wedding had indeed left her with lingering trauma, to the point where she didn’t want to hold a ceremony.

“We can register our marriage tomorrow.”

Xuan Yuchi: “How can we do that? We have to have a wedding. I owe you one.”

Bian Yunchen pressed her forehead against Xuan Yuchi’s: “There’s no need, really.”

At their warm foreheads, Xuan Yuchi smelled her hair’s fragrance. The movie playing in the background reached the protagonist’s confession, and the romantic yet boring music stretched the moment infinitely.

If only those accidents hadn’t happened, if only life had always gone as she had hoped… fate was too stingy.

Xuan Yuchi successfully took over Huo Xiaoli’s job. Thankfully, in this life, Huo Xiaoli did not become a spy or secret agent. She now served as Xuan Weiming’s assistant when necessary, accompanying Xuan Weiming to social events.

Most of the time, she dealt with wealthy businessmen. The opposition party was not what it once was; it was now dirt-poor. Xuan Weiming repeatedly lowered her head to solicit sponsorships and ended up drinking so much she was hospitalized several times.

Xuan Yuchi went downstairs, fetched the medicine, and returned, telling her: “You can’t go on like this. You might ascend prematurely before the next election.”

Her words were quite blunt, but then again, this aunt had been quite malicious toward her.

Xuan Weiming, wearing glasses, held her phone and read documents. Only after she finished did she reply: “I won’t die before that day.”

Her expression was somber, as if she had endured decades of misfortune, a stark contrast to the affable face she showed most people.

Xuan Weiming’s public image was widely praised.

Xuan Yuchi didn’t understand, so she mixed the medicine for her.

What had changed her aunt? If she didn’t bring it up herself, Xuan Yuchi was too lazy to ask.

“Oh, right, you’re going to meet someone tomorrow,” Xuan Weiming said.

Xuan Yuchi never expected to meet Bian Shangying.

They stood together before a tombstone on the hillside behind the Bian family estate. After Bian Shangying paid her respects to her ancestors, she looked down at Xuan Yuchi, staring at her for a full half-minute.

Xuan Yuchi felt slightly unnerved by the scrutiny. Even through sunglasses, she deeply disliked that kind of gaze—the appraisal of a superior.

“You weren’t supposed to be alive.”

Xuan Yuchi’s heart dropped, and she watched Bian Shangying warily.

“If I hadn’t saved you, where would you be today enjoying this good life? Do you know the price I paid to get a doctor for you back then?”

“I raised you with my own hands. Now it’s time for you to repay me.”

Xuan Yuchi’s heartbeat quickened. Bian Shangying’s series of statements pointed to one truth.

Back then, it was Bian Shangying who took Huo Xiaoli.

Why did she do that?

Did the Xuan family have a grudge against her?

Bian Shangying raised her twin sister to be a killing tool and then arranged a marriage between Bian Yunchen and her?

“I want you to return to the Xuan family.”

Bian Shangying didn’t care about the thoughts of a mere tool and continued to speak incessantly: “Xuan Ling had two daughters, which is why you were born with a congenital deficiency. She quickly gave up on you, but now she only has one daughter left.”

“The Xuan family’s secret—go and find it for me.”

The Xuan family member was standing right in front of Bian Shangying, yet she had no idea what great secret the Xuan family possessed that was worth Bian Shangying plotting for so many years.

“I’m busy,” Xuan Yuchi said coolly.

The air froze for a few seconds. Bian Shangying rushed forward, raising her hand to slap her, but Xuan Yuchi grabbed her arm.

Xuan Yuchi’s barely concealed fury shot straight at Bian Shangying.

Was this how Bian Shangying disciplined Huo Xiaoli when she was little?

No wonder Huo Xiaoli never batted an eye when she killed people in the last life, so cold-blooded and unlike a normal person.

“You dare rebel?!” Bian Shangying roared at her.

Xuan Yuchi pushed her away: “Don’t bother me again.”

“Huo Xiaoli!” Bian Shangying’s features contorted, and she lunged forward to hit her again.

This time, Xuan Yuchi directly pushed her to the ground.

Bian Shangying was filled with anger and disbelief. She had spent more time on this child than on her own daughter!

How could she betray her so easily?!

Bian Yunchen was out of town for the next few days, and Xuan Yuchi stayed at Bian Yunchen’s house, learning to cook in the kitchen following online tutorials.

She learned only simple, easy-to-make dishes. When the timer on her phone went off, she turned off the heat, tasted the chicken and mushroom stew in the clay pot, and found it quite delicious.

The doorbell rang. It was Huo Xiaoli.

Now that the two looked exactly alike, Xuan Yuchi felt a very peculiar feeling.

She had always wanted a biological older or younger sister, which was why she had been so attached to Yunchen when she was young. She thought Yunchen was too beautiful and looked so much like family.

Huo Xiaoli looked at the table full of home-cooked dishes and said critically, “I thought you’d make something more interesting.”

She pulled out a chair, sat down, and crossed her legs.

Xuan Yuchi smiled, indicating she was still learning.

They ate for a while. Huo Xiaoli barely touched her food, so Xuan Yuchi ladled her more soup.

“Do you want to reunite with your family?”

She asked the question she had been plotting to ask for a long time.

“Don’t care for it,” Huo Xiaoli gave her a side glance, said nothing more, and left.

Xuan Yuchi silently finished the table of food. After showering, she video-called Bian Yunchen.

Bian Yunchen was in a hotel, and the pile of things on the desk showed she was working again.

Xuan Yuchi chatted with her for a while, then suddenly let slip two tears of shame.

“When I was in Mom’s belly, was I too greedy and sucked up all the nutrients, causing her to have a congenital deficiency?”

Bian Yunchen looked up from her documents and chuckled: “Doesn’t sound like it.”

Xuan Yuchi sensed a hint of mockery in that laugh, and she adopted a serious expression.

“Do you know who stole Huo Xiaoli?”

Bian Yunchen: “Who?”

Xuan Yuchi pointed at the screen: “Your mother.”

Bian Yunchen was stunned.

Xuan Yuchi told her everything that happened at the estate.

Bian Yunchen pondered for a moment, then asked, “You really don’t know anything at all?”

Xuan Yuchi wondered, “Why does it seem like all of you know something?”

Bian Yunchen: “Legend has it that your great-great-grandmother is still alive.”

Xuan Yuchi calculated: her great-great-grandmother would be nearly two hundred years old if she were alive now, right?

The rumor was too absurd.

Bian Yunchen felt the same way: “The inside story, I’m afraid, only your mother knows.”

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