Life After Being Claimed by the Disabled Dragon Lady - Chapter 21

On the way back to Illidari Manor, Long Ling stayed by Violette’s side. Her current identity as Violette’s fiancée meant that Violette’s personal maid, Elena, had to ride outside.

Long Ling silently recalled the question she had heard that afternoon. Crown Prince Loran asked her if she was Violette’s “sweetheart” and how she tasted.

It was actually best not to hear the answer. She wasn’t a “sweetheart” at all, but a worthless little gift that could be discarded at any time.

She didn’t taste special either, which was why the wicked dragon lady always took only a light taste.

Long Ling clenched her hands, her fingernails digging into her flesh, leaving mottled red marks.

She tried to adjust her mood, but failed several times.

Long Ling pressed the back of her hand against her frustrated cheek, and her dragon tail was suddenly grasped by a cold hand.

She had been too excited by the wicked dragon lady earlier, and her silver-white dragon tail, once revealed, had remained out. While hidden under her skirt, it was well-behaved, but in a private, unobserved moment, it began to be unrestrained.

The silver-white dragon tail was smooth and cool to the touch, plump and round, occasionally brushing against Violette’s legs.

Violette’s legs were crippled and devoid of sensation, but being deliberately provoked by Long Ling’s dragon tail repeatedly still created a strange feeling in her heart.

The healthy little dragon’s scales shone dazzlingly, beautiful and flowing with color.

Violette originally intended to move the dragon tail away, but seeing Long Ling’s reddened eyes, her cold, hard heart inexplicably softened.

After all this time, she was still sad. Had she been too harsh on the little dragon just now?

Violette couldn’t help but open her mouth and gently called out, “Long Ling.”

Long Ling immediately lifted her eyes, noticing her dragon tail was being held by Violette. It seemed she had bothered the wicked dragon lady.

She hastily hugged her dragon tail back and nervously said, “Your Grace, I apologize, did I hurt you just now?”

Violette was somewhat displeased with Long Ling’s self-initiated action of hugging her tail back.

In the past, shouldn’t the little milk dragon have tightly wrapped her tail around her?

Violette said flatly, “It did hurt.”

Long Ling immediately became panicked. She stopped holding her own tail and said to Violette, “I’m sorry, I’ll help you massage it now.”

Violette was satisfied with Long Ling’s obedience and good sense, leaning back on the red velvet seat, enjoying the little milk dragon’s service.

Long Ling leaned by her side, helping her massage her legs dutifully and considerately. Her strawberry-scented pheromones were faint, enveloping her body, comfortable and peaceful.

Violette gradually closed her eyes and fell asleep.

When she woke up, she was leaning on Long Ling’s shoulder, and Long Ling was still diligently massaging her.

It was rare to find such a soft and docile Alpha. Usually, an Alpha in this situation would feel their pride being trampled on by an Omega, and no matter how good their disguise, they would begin to show sharp fangs.

The little milk dragon’s fingers were slender, and her massaging movements were gentle and slow, as if she were touching a rare treasure.

Too easy to bully, without any complaints, and even her sadness disappeared quickly.

Violette’s mind flashed back to Long Ling’s wounded expression at the start, her fractured gaze, and the way she curled up motionlessly at the foot of the bed last night while asleep.

She opened her red lips slightly: “No need to massage anymore. There’s still a while before we reach the manor. You can stop and rest now.”

Long Ling’s hand movements paused. There was some confusion in her icy blue eyes, as the wicked dragon lady usually insisted on her massaging continuously.

But she wasn’t a masochist. Now that the wicked dragon lady was finally feeling kind, she naturally wanted to stop and rest.

Long Ling tilted her head back against the carriage wall, letting her thoughts wander.

She had planned to distract herself with other things, but her mind was now completely occupied by the wicked dragon lady.

No, I can’t think about the wicked dragon lady anymore. I have to treat the role of the wicked dragon lady’s fiancée as a job, keeping work and personal life separate, so I won’t be too sad.

Conflicting thoughts constantly pulled at her, and Long Ling soon felt sleepy.

She closed her eyes. Her thick eyelashes were damp, as if thin snow had melted on them.

Her silver-white long hair was ruffled by the evening breeze from outside the carriage window. A strand of hair blew across Long Ling’s porcelain-white cheek, and her berry-red lips were slightly pursed.

Sleeping like this wasn’t comfortable without a soft cushion, but Long Ling didn’t even frown. She slept soundly, seemingly long accustomed to this kind of life.

Violette couldn’t help but think of Long Ling’s background. Was it because she had a difficult life in the Arnold family that she became the Alpha she was now?

She had originally thought Long Ling would come to lean on her, or perhaps act spoiled towards her, saying flattering and pleasant words like before.

This time, nothing happened. What exactly was the little milk dragon thinking?

Violette rested her hand against the side of her face, her gaze lingering on Long Ling for a moment before shifting her attention out the carriage window.

The carriage sped quickly and soon arrived at Illidari Manor.

Elena quickly approached, ready to assist Duchess Violette in getting off the carriage, but was stopped by Violette’s look.

Elena silently glanced inside the carriage. It turned out Miss Long Ling was asleep in the cabin, her head slowly sliding to the other side, almost resting on the window.

Violette’s eyes were gentle. She reached out and gently stroked Long Ling’s cheek, allowing her to lean against her shoulder.

Elena hurriedly bent down, asking the other guards to move lightly.

This wait continued until it was completely dark. When Long Ling woke up, she realized she had been sleeping in the carriage for a long time.

She felt like she was resting on someone’s shoulder. Taking a gentle breath, she recognized the clean, quiet scent of rose pheromones.

—It was the scent of the wicked dragon lady.

Long Ling opened her eyes cautiously, unable to believe it, and found she was indeed resting on Violette’s shoulder.

Her silver-white long hair was tangled with Violette’s wavy long hair, and the flush on her snow-white neck from rubbing against it was still spreading.

Violette was looking down at a book. The ancient book floated in mid-air, surrounded by faint purple magic, and the pages turned automatically.

The light of the magic was reflected in Violette’s dark gold eyes, making her look mysterious. In the alternating light and shadow, her facial contours were deep and captivating.

Everything around was quiet, and Long Ling couldn’t help but stare blankly, her heart pounding.

“If you’re awake, get up.” Violette’s deep and magnetic voice came.

Long Ling’s ears instantly turned red, and she immediately sat up straight.

Violette lightly tapped her finger, and the book in front of her closed, automatically retracting into a box nearby.

She slightly raised her chin and glanced at Elena beside her.

Elena quickly bowed respectfully, placing the specially made ramp by the carriage, ready to assist at any moment.

Violette twirled the ruby on her thumb, and the wheelchair automatically descended the ramp.

Long Ling was left behind, only able to watch Violette move away from her.

Only Elena looked back at her, whispering something to Violette, but Violette never turned her head.

The entire Illidari Manor became busy again with the return of its mistress.

Long Ling realized she was the loneliest person here.

Just as she felt a bit lost, Nora walked up to her.

“Miss Long Ling, you’re finally back. I helped you lock the tavern door. Here is the new key.”

Long Ling took the shimmering silver key from Nora’s hand and said gently, “Thank you for your hard work. How are the tavern cleaning efforts coming along?”

Nora quickly replied enthusiastically, “We’ve cleaned the entire first floor. We mopped the floor many times. You’ll see when you check tomorrow, it’s very clean and beautiful now.”

This was the first task Miss Long Ling had given her. To ensure its perfect completion, Nora had personally gotten involved, scrubbing the floor multiple times with a rag.

Miss Long Ling was Duchess Violette’s fiancée, very likely the future Duchess. Her aunt, Manager Marcia, had instructed her to perform well in front of Miss Long Ling.

With Nora’s help, and four maids as assistants, Long Ling felt there was no problem with reopening her shaky tavern.

However, she had just angered the wicked dragon lady, so the future of the tavern was likely not very bright.

Nora noticed Long Ling’s low spirits and cautiously stayed by her side: “Miss Long Ling, are you feeling unwell?”

Long Ling pretended to be relaxed and shook her head: “I’m just a little hungry.”

Nora was truly puzzled. Miss Long Ling seemed happy when she left, and the Duke’s affection for Miss Long Ling was obvious. Why was Miss Long Ling in a bad mood right after returning?

Just now, His Grace Duke Violette even stayed with Miss Long Ling in the carriage for a long time.

She consoled her, “Miss Long Ling, please don’t worry. Omegas sometimes have a few days when they’re not in a good mood. Just spend more time with His Grace the Duke.”

Long Ling squeezed her fingertips. If only it were that simple. The wicked dragon lady’s preferences are always hard to fathom.