My Childhood Friend, Who Is An Omega, Has Become My Personal Secretary - Chapter 48

In the morning, I bought some things and looked up some information.

“Wow, President Ji is so fierce,” Shen Jiuyue whispered to Zhang Linen. Zhang Linen gave her a cold glance and said, “Can you stop acting like we’re close?”

Shen Jiuyue: “…”

Ji Zeyuan stepped forward, and Zhang Linen’s brow furrowed even deeper. Shen Jiuyue covered her nose and spoke bluntly: “President Ji, if you come any closer, my pheromones won’t be able to resist fighting back against yours.”

Ji Zeyuan had released too many pheromones just now and couldn’t retract them quickly. The oppressive nature of the pheromones remained, and Zhang Linen and Shen Jiuyue, who were sensitive to them, naturally felt uncomfortable.

Ji Zeyuan immediately took a few steps back. She took out a portable suppressant from her pocket and swallowed two tablets; only then did her pheromones gradually stabilize.

Mia and her companions had already fled dejectedly, and the onlookers around them returned to their respective places.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Linen tucked away her heavy expression and replaced it with a beaming smile: “Sister, there’s a menu inside. I’ve already ordered the food.”

As soon as these words were spoken, Ji Zeyuan froze, and Shen Jiuyue, standing to the side, was even more dumbfounded.

Zhang Linen maintained her smile while looking at Ji Zeyuan. Ji Zeyuan slowly snapped out of it, noticing the gazes of the people around them. She cooperated with a nod, and then the three of them returned to the private room together.

“There are too many wandering eyes and ears outside. What were you doing just now?” Once inside the room, Zhang Linen dropped her smile, her tone stern.

Shen Jiuyue couldn’t help but say, “Your tone sounds a bit like my manager’s.”

Ji Zeyuan was still savoring that “Sister” Zhang Linen had just called her and didn’t respond to the questioning.

Currently, there were many rumors outside claiming that Zhang Linen was a discarded pawn of the Ji family, and that Ji Zeyuan had usurped her position like a “civet cat exchanged for a prince.”

The best way to break these rumors was to demonstrate a friendly and appropriate “sibling bond” to the outside world.

However, it couldn’t be excessive. If word got out that the two of them were together, another kind of rumor would arise—claiming that to solidify her position, Ji Zeyuan had forced a marriage with the real heiress, who was now being tragically controlled.

In fact, some media outlets were already speculating that Ji Cheng would choose to have his adopted daughter and biological daughter marry to achieve a win-win situation.

Zhang Linen’s thoughts were racing. She turned to look at Ji Zeyuan. Ji Zeyuan looked back at her and asked infatuatedly, “Can you call me ‘Sister’ one more time?”

Not understanding the reason, Zhang Linen frowned and asked, “Why?”

For the past eight years, Ji Zeyuan had mistakenly believed Zhang Linen was her biological sister. This wall of taboo had been built for too long; now that it had suddenly collapsed, she still found it difficult to adapt. That was why she felt a strange sensation whenever she kissed Zhang Linen or did… other things.

But that “Sister” from Zhang Linen just now had somehow awakened a certain nerve in Ji Zeyuan. She was… a little excited.

Shen Jiuyue stood by with her arms crossed, watching the drama unfold. After saying that, Ji Zeyuan remembered someone else was present and hurriedly lowered her head, saying, “No… it’s nothing.”

Zhang Linen didn’t think deeply about the reason. When she went out earlier, she had only heard Mia’s line, “Jessica, you’re the one who provoked me first,” but witnessing the scene, she could roughly guess what Ji Zeyuan had done to Mia.

Mia originally had no reason to maliciously expose Ji Zeyuan. She had always wanted to reconcile with her. Things had only spiraled out of control after Ji Zeyuan exposed Mia’s plagiarism.

And Ji Zeyuan had done it for her.

Ji Zeyuan really wanted to kiss Zhang Linen right now, but because Shen Jiuyue was there and Zhang Linen had warned her that their relationship couldn’t be known by outsiders yet, she had to try her best to endure it.

Shen Jiuyue sensed a subtle abnormality from the fluctuations in Ji Zeyuan’s pheromones. She peeked at Ji Zeyuan and noticed the gaze she directed at Zhang Linen.

Naked and longing.

Just a moment ago, Zhang Linen had threatened her not to tell anyone they were together, but honestly, did these two even know the meaning of the word “discretion”?

Shen Jiuyue was certain they were together, and not just because of the bite mark on Zhang Linen’s neck.

When Ji Zeyuan first arrived in the Imperial City, she was covered in the scent of Zhang Linen’s pheromones, and the rose fragrance on Zhang Linen was so strong it felt like she had been steeping in a sea of flowers.

Actually, the ones who needed to be silenced were themselves, right?

Shen Jiuyue complained silently in her heart. Ji Zeyuan’s gaze still hadn’t moved away from Zhang Linen.

That look, too—it was impossible for friends to stare at each other with such mushy eyes.

Zhang Linen looked up with a heavy heart and happened to catch Shen Jiuyue’s darting eyes.

Shen Jiuyue quickly retracted her scrutinizing gaze, turned her face away, coughed twice, and said, “I say, President Ji, you’re not saying a word, but your thoughts are written all over your face.”

Ji Zeyuan looked at her blankly, not understanding what she meant for a moment. By the time she realized and tried to hide it, Zhang Linen said calmly, “She knows. It’s fine.”

Ji Zeyuan, who had just come up with a bunch of excuses, froze. She looked at Shen Jiuyue in shock and then at Zhang Linen.

“How does she know? Did you tell her?”

Zhang Linen’s emotions didn’t ripple in the slightest: “She guessed it and asked me, so I admitted it.”

Shen Jiuyue smiled and spread her hands: “President Ji, you’re too obvious. You clearly weren’t even trying to hide it.”

Ji Zeyuan: “…”

Why did Shen Jiuyue say that? How did she guess? And why did Zhang Linen admit it so easily?

Countless questions flashed through Ji Zeyuan’s mind, but in the end, she didn’t ask any of them. Her brain was now occupied by a single thought.

Since Shen Jiuyue knew, it wouldn’t matter if she kissed Zhang Linen in front of her, right?

Thinking this, she slowly leaned down to kiss Zhang Linen’s cheek. At that moment, there was a sudden knock on the private room door. A waiter entered to serve the food. Ji Zeyuan snapped back instantly, sitting straighter than the pillars in the lobby.

Zhang Linen noticed her inexplicably huge reaction and frowned, asking, “What’s wrong with you?”

Ji Zeyuan rubbed her jaw awkwardly and stammered, “No… nothing.”

A moment later, the dishes were served one after another. Ji Zeyuan specifically checked the menu before letting out a long sigh of relief.

Zhang Linen was very sensitive to Ji Zeyuan’s abnormal behavior. She could sense that Ji Zeyuan had something on her mind, and it was urgent, yet she was unwilling to speak.

“You…” Zhang Linen hesitated. She was afraid that if she asked, the answer she’d get from Ji Zeyuan would be another flimsy “It’s nothing.”

Zhang Linen’s thoughts were in a tangle. Before she could come to any conclusion, a familiar soft and moist sensation suddenly landed on her lips. Before she could react, her breath hitched.

Shen Jiuyue even dropped her chopsticks in shock. One kiss wasn’t enough for Ji Zeyuan; she kissed her again and again like a little chick pecking at grain.

“Hey, President Ji, you really have no integrity! There are people here!” Shen Jiuyue cried out.

Ji Zeyuan ignored her, clinging to Zhang Linen and rubbing her chin against her ear, saying, “The food is finally served. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”

Zhang Linen thought to herself: Was she restless just now simply because she wanted to kiss me?

Shen Jiuyue was still muttering complaints, but Zhang Linen didn’t hear a word. She ate her meal half-heartedly.

…

When they parted, Shen Jiuyue said, “President Ji, Secretary Zhang, it was a pleasure dining with you. It would have been even better if I didn’t have to eat dog food [slang for witnessing public displays of affection].”

Ji Zeyuan stared and said nothing, while Zhang Linen was in a daze, not saying a word either.

Shen Jiuyue pulled her hand back, bored. She didn’t care much, but a question inevitably lingered in her mind: How do these two mutes even date? Do they just stare at each other all day?

The driver brought Ji Zeyuan’s car around. The two sat in the back seat together. Ji Zeyuan quietly reached out to hold Zhang Linen’s hand, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

They returned to Ji Zeyuan’s place together. Having been away for a few days, Zhang Linen felt as if a lifetime had passed. In such a short time, too many things had happened, and too many norms had been overturned.

Ji Zeyuan turned on the lights and hung her coat on the rack. She looked back at Zhang Linen and said, “I’m going to shower. You go to the other bathroom. It’ll be faster if we shower separately. Also…”

Her voice trailed off, her palms rubbing together frequently to hide her nervousness.

“In the morning, I bought some things and looked up some information…” Ji Zeyuan’s amber eyes flickered. Before she could finish, she ducked into the bathroom in embarrassment.

Ji Zeyuan showered very quickly. She didn’t leave the body wash on for long before rinsing it off at lightning speed, and she only gave her hair a quick lather.

After finishing, Ji Zeyuan wrapped herself in a bathrobe and stepped out of the bathroom. Hearing the continuous sound of water from Zhang Linen’s side, she figured she wasn’t done yet. She quietly took out the finger cots she had prepared from her pocket, flipped through the “notes” she had made during the day on her phone, and repeatedly practiced in her mind before Zhang Linen came out.

About ten minutes later, Zhang Linen finally finished and came out. Ji Zeyuan hurriedly placed her phone on the bedside table and stuffed the finger cots under herself.

Zhang Linen wasn’t as flustered as she was. She naturally lay down beside Ji Zeyuan, her wet hair dampening a large patch of the bedsheets.

“What did you prepare?” Zhang Linen asked softly. Her fingertip slid across Ji Zeyuan’s knee, tapping it gently.

Ji Zeyuan didn’t answer. She propped herself up and leaned down, lying beside Zhang Linen.

“Let’s kiss first,” Ji Zeyuan said, and then she kissed Zhang Linen’s lips.

Slippery tongues merged and pressed together with wet sounds. Zhang Linen hooked her arm around Ji Zeyuan’s neck, deepening the already inseparable kiss.

After a long time, their lips parted, connected by a thread of saliva. Ji Zeyuan pulled out the things she had prepared and impatiently tore open the packaging.

Zhang Linen’s eyes were already blurred. Ji Zeyuan took three of them and threw them to her, panting heavily as she said hoarsely, “Which three fingers? Put them on yourself.”

Her gaze was scorching. As she said this, she couldn’t help but peck at Zhang Linen’s rosy lips.

Zhang Linen opened the plastic packaging. The contents were slippery, very moist, and watery.

But she didn’t like them.

Zhang Linen threw the things aside, her voice rising at the end: “Don’t use them.”

“Release your pheromones,” Zhang Linen murmured, kissing Ji Zeyuan’s fair chin like a kitten.

The “kitten” made Ji Zeyuan feel itchy. Her body moved involuntarily, and she obediently released her syrupy pheromones. In an instant, the scent of roses—the Alpha pheromones—filled the entire bedroom.

The kitten pawed at Ji Zeyuan’s wrist, sweeping across her well-defined knuckles like lapping up water.

Ji Zeyuan curved her fingers, circling the “little snake” in the kitten’s mouth. The little snake intimately intertwined with her, happily swaying its soft head.

After a while, Ji Zeyuan withdrew her fingers. The kitten’s peach-blossom eyes were filled with misty moisture. The corners of her eyes were red, and her voice was soft and weak: “Okay, it’s wet enough.”

The kitten nudged Ji Zeyuan’s palm with her damp head. Ji Zeyuan rolled over, grabbing the kitten’s paw and gently stroking her soft belly.

The kitten felt comfortable and swayed her head slightly. Sensing the kitten’s pleasure, Ji Zeyuan leaned down to kiss the soft paw.

An electric current surged up from below. Zhang Linen suddenly curled her toes and let out a low moan.

“I won’t let you be uncomfortable this time.”

Ji Zeyuan made a solemn promise. As she spoke, she tentatively poked the kitten’s navel with her fingertip. The kitten didn’t react, so Ji Zeyuan increased the strength of her caress. A hint of blood-red appeared on the cat’s ears, and her lips parted slightly, seemingly enjoying it.

Seeing the good reaction, Ji Zeyuan searched her mind for the next step in her notes. The knowledge manifested through her flexible fingertips and knuckles.

Ji Zeyuan followed the thread of her thoughts to find the answer. After her meticulous exploration, she finally found it. Guided by her, the kitten also understood, and in an instant, inspiration flowed like a spring.