My Childhood Friend, Who Is An Omega, Has Become My Personal Secretary - Chapter 58

A gentle breeze brushed through the treetops, and the leaves let out a rustling echo.

“Don’t… Xiao En…” Ji Zeyuan rose with difficulty from Zhang Linen’s body. She was fighting against her instincts with a willpower so fierce it felt like she was trying to pull steel rods out of her own thighs with her bare hands; she did not want to hurt Zhang Linen by being controlled by pheromones.

The soothing scent of green grass—her pheromones—drifted slowly, as gentle as a spring breeze.

Ji Zeyuan had never spent a rut with an Omega before. It was her first time realizing that the restlessness and agitation of a rut could be alleviated by an Omega’s pheromones.

Zhang Linen kissed Ji Zeyuan’s lips. Ji Zeyuan trembled slightly, her body shrinking back as she finally began to relax.

“Xiao Yuan, I heard that Alphas in their rut are the most suitable for ‘Sealing.’ A lifelong mark requires a massive amount of pheromones. We…”

Zhang Linen sucked on Ji Zeyuan’s lip. Ji Zeyuan was now burning like a furnace. She rubbed against Zhang Linen in a daze, offering no protest.

“I’m going to get the medicine,” Zhang Linen said. The reason she had asked Ji Zeyuan those questions earlier today was that she had already prepared the heat-inducing agent.

She could no longer wait to be bound together with Ji Zeyuan.

The potency of the inducer was strong. Zhang Linen’s vision gradually blurred, and her pheromones became thick and seductive.

In a trance, she felt Ji Zeyuan roughly strip away all her disguises. When their heat merged into one, it felt like the falling of sweet dew.

The floor was cold, and the skin on Zhang Linen’s back was scraped raw, but she felt not a shred of pain. Intimate kisses fell like a drizzling rain; the fragrant scent was like a rose garden in full bloom. Ji Zeyuan gnawed at Zhang Linen’s lips, carving softness and delicacy into her very body.

Zhang Linen rolled over and brushed her drenched long hair to one side, revealing the nape of her neck where two faint tooth marks still remained. She tilted her face slightly, her clear eyes misty yet urgent: “Bite my gland…”

Ji Zeyuan wrapped her arms around Zhang Linen’s shoulders from behind. She bowed her head, her fingertips never stopping their movement. Her fangs first pierced the skin; Zhang Linen shuddered violently, gripping Ji Zeyuan’s arm so hard she left three nail marks on the fair skin.

The marking process was long. The injection of pheromones came like a flood breaking through a dam—fierce, powerful, and overwhelming.

Zhang Linen’s tears flowed endlessly. Ji Zeyuan was as gentle as ever, only now with an added layer of obsessive longing.

“I love you, Xiao En… I love you…”

Ji Zeyuan kissed Zhang Linen’s lips, repeating the words over and over.

Midway through, Zhang Linen lost consciousness—her body was simply too weak. Ji Zeyuan woke her again and again, claiming and taking without end.

Their consciousness drifted like seagrass for an unknown amount of time; they barely stopped for anything other than necessary nourishment.

By the time Zhang Linen was able to open her eyes with a clear mind, she didn’t know how many days had passed.

“Xiao En, the sun is out,” Ji Zeyuan whispered, lying beside Zhang Linen.

Zhang Linen stared blankly at her face. After a moment, half-awake, she touched the back of her neck. The deep mark was clearly tangible.

It was finished.

She and Ji Zeyuan had Sealed the Knot.

Zhang Linen propped herself up on the bed, but an undeniable, intense soreness surged from every bone in her body. She looked down to see her skin covered in mottled, crimson marks.

“When should we set the wedding date?” Ji Zeyuan asked, her eyes full of tender affection.

Zhang Linen looked at her ring finger; those two rings had already been put back on.

“It’s almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, isn’t it?” Zhang Linen said slowly. “Let’s make it that day.”

Ji Zeyuan sat up as well, pulling Zhang Linen into her arms. “How do you want to handle it?”

Zhang Linen said, “You should know our wedding is for other people to see, right?”

As the heir to Jixia, a major marriage was something exposed under the spotlights, with no privacy to speak of.

Ji Zeyuan rested her chin on Zhang Linen’s shoulder and whispered, “This is our wedding. Why should we care about others?”

Zhang Linen remained silent, knowing this was something that couldn’t be changed.

Sensing the emotion in Zhang Linen’s silence, Ji Zeyuan kissed the corner of her mouth and said, “Do you want to go back to school to take a look before the wedding?”

Zhang Linen asked curiously, “School? Which one?”

They had been together since kindergarten, so Zhang Linen naturally didn’t know which period Ji Zeyuan was referring to.

Ji Zeyuan pursed her lips. “I want to go back to the high school.”

Zhang Linen said, “If you want to go, I can go with you. But I didn’t like that chemistry teacher back then, so don’t go see him.”

Ji Zeyuan laughed. She rubbed Zhang Linen’s cheek. “I know, I know.”

That afternoon, Zhang Linen sent a message to Zhang Qian, telling her she was going to marry Ji Zeyuan. Zhang Qian called her immediately.

Zhang Linen wasn’t surprised by the call. She knew Zhang Qian wouldn’t be happy about her marrying Ji Zeyuan; after all, her mother had always loathed her.

So, before answering, Zhang Linen prepared herself for a scolding.

“Is the wedding date set?” Zhang Qian’s voice was flat.

Zhang Linen paused, startled. “We just discussed it. We want to set it for the Mid-Autumn Festival.”

“Is that so?” Zhang Qian’s tone softened slightly. “Then… are you still willing to let me stand by your side? In the capacity of your mother.”

The impact of these words was no less than an asteroid hitting the Earth.

Rarely for her, Zhang Linen stammered: “You… you can. If you are willing.”

Zhang Qian said, “Good. I will prepare my own dress.”

Zhang Linen didn’t know how to respond, only managing a wooden, “Mm.”

After a moment of silence, Zhang Qian said, “Xiao En, I’m sorry.”

With just those two words, the lock in Zhang Linen’s heart shattered. Her throat tightened, but she made no sound.

“As your mother, I was far too cowardly. I ignored you when things were hardest for you. I should have been braver. I really…”

Zhang Qian didn’t continue; it seemed she was crying.

In truth, Zhang Linen had never blamed Zhang Qian. All along, the person she blamed was herself.

She listened to Zhang Qian sobbing on the other end of the line, not saying another word.

After much hesitation, Ji Zeyuan decided to tell Hua Jianjiu about the wedding.

Hua Jianjiu hadn’t returned to the company, and Ji Zeyuan hadn’t taken the initiative to look for her.

A few minutes after the message was sent, Hua Jianjiu replied: “What does this mean? Are you inviting me to your wedding?”

“Yes,” Ji Zeyuan replied somewhat nervously.

“Where’s the invitation? You weren’t just going to send a message and expect me to go, were you?”

The familiar, slightly prickly tone made Ji Zeyuan breathe a sigh of relief. She replied: “The invitations aren’t finished yet. I’ll send you one once they are.”

After a long pause, Hua Jianjiu replied: “I had a fight with your ‘significant other’ before. Did you ask her before telling me?”

Ji Zeyuan frowned. “What were you two fighting about?”

Just then, Zhang Linen pushed open the door and entered. Ji Zeyuan looked up and asked, “Did you have a fight with Hua Jianjiu before?”

Zhang Linen sat down beside Ji Zeyuan and replied, “Mm. We just said a few angry words, it wasn’t a big deal.”

She added, “How did you know?”

Ji Zeyuan said, “I invited Hua Jianjiu to the wedding. She asked if you knew about it, saying you two had a fight.”

Zhang Linen smiled dismissively. “Am I really that petty?”

Ji Zeyuan didn’t speak, but in this case, silence was a clear sign of agreement.

Zhang Linen: “…”

“…Tell her I didn’t take it to heart at all,” Zhang Linen said, frowning as she began to ponder the standard for being “petty.”

Ji Zeyuan laughed. She replied to the message, tossed her phone aside, and pounced toward Zhang Linen.

“Are you sure you want to go in?” Zhang Linen sat in the car, looking at the high school across the street that had long since been renovated.

Ji Zeyuan unbuckled her seatbelt, her face full of determination. “Mm. I definitely want to go.”

Then, the two of them were stopped at the gate by a security guard.

“Auntie, do you still remember me?” Ji Zeyuan pointed to her face. The guard was the same one from years ago, only older now with failing eyesight.

The guard squinted and shook her head. “Even if you used to go to school here, you’ve graduated. Now you’re just ‘unrelated social personnel.’ You can’t go in.”

Zhang Linen stifled a laugh from the side. Ji Zeyuan’s face turned red with embarrassment. “Oh, Xiao En, why are you laughing? Help me plead with the Auntie.”

Zhang Linen said, “You’re the one who wanted to come, not me.”

Ji Zeyuan grabbed Zhang Linen’s wrist and shook it. “Please, Xiao En.”

Zhang Linen couldn’t resist Ji Zeyuan’s “coquettish attack” and felt a wave of goosebumps.

“Auntie.” Zhang Linen pulled a few hundred-yuan bills from her pocket. “Let us in secretly, and this money is yours.”

The result was a principled security guard who refused the money and grew even more suspicious of them. She immediately called her colleagues over, holding steel forks to drive the two of them away.

Fortunately, their former Chinese teacher happened to pass by and cleared up the misunderstanding; otherwise, Jixia would have been on the social news the next day.

The teacher was very kind. Not only did she resolve the situation, but she also explained things to the guard and brought the two of them into the school.

“What are you two doing here at the school?” the teacher asked.

Zhang Linen glanced at Ji Zeyuan. Ji Zeyuan said, “We just wanted to come back and take a look.”

The teacher joked, “Oh, I thought you came specifically to see me!”

Ji Zeyuan smiled, not knowing how to respond. The teacher didn’t press her and changed the subject: “I heard you two are getting married?”

Zhang Linen smiled secretly. Ji Zeyuan nodded, the joy in her expression impossible to hide. “Yes.”

The teacher said, “I could see that little ‘something’ between you two back when you were in school. From the campus to marriage—congratulations.”

With that, the teacher checked her watch and said hurriedly, “I can’t chat anymore, I have a class to teach.” She hurried away.

Although the school had changed significantly, the playground was still the same. The large oak tree on the lawn still stood tall, just as it had before.

Ji Zeyuan stood under the tree, looking up at the familiar scene in her memory. The green leaves were like new; the daily life of her and Zhang Linen laughing and playing under this tree felt like it was only yesterday.

“Time really flies,” Ji Zeyuan murmured. Hearing this, Zhang Linen followed her gaze and looked up.

A sparrow landed on an oak branch, rested for a moment, then flapped its wings and flew toward the horizon.

Looking into the distance, Ji Zeyuan felt as if she could see the high-school version of Zhang Linen, wearing her uniform, holding two bottles of mineral water still dripping with condensation. Her brow was slightly furrowed, but a smile hung on her lips as she urged her with a slightly annoyed tone: “What are you dazing off for? Hurry up, we’re going to be late for class.”

“Xiao En, have you ever thought about what you would most want to do if you could go back to high school?” Ji Zeyuan asked suddenly.

Zhang Linen said, “I don’t usually think about meaningless things like that.”

Ji Zeyuan gave a shallow laugh, her amber eyes watching her, saying nothing more.

In Ji Zeyuan’s mind, the fantasy continued.

“Coming!” The high-school Ji Zeyuan sat up from the grass, brushed the debris off her knees, and quickly chased after Zhang Linen’s figure.

A gentle breeze brushed through the treetops, and the leaves let out a rustling echo.

Ji Zeyuan grabbed Zhang Linen’s wrist. Zhang Linen looked back in confusion.

The laughter of classmates and the teacher’s assembly whistle gradually blurred. It was as if only the two young girls in the prime of their youth remained in the world.

“I like you.”

Ji Zeyuan’s face was red, but her voice was firm. Zhang Linen dazed for a moment, but in an instant, she reacted, her clear eyes shimmering like sparkling spring waves.

“I like you too.”

The wind died down, the birds stopped singing, and the crowd froze. Only the girls’ hearts went thump-thump, thump-thump, echoing through every corner of the world.