My Childhood Friend, Who Is An Omega, Has Become My Personal Secretary - Chapter 61

School Uniform Cosplay

After their marriage, Ji Zeyuan had been constantly busy dealing with the “old foxes” on the board of directors at Jixia, leaving her with almost no free time. Zhang Linen went back to the Ji residence alone to help Ji Zeyuan pack her belongings.

The servants were surprised to see Zhang Linen. The scandal regarding the “True and False Young Miss” had caused a massive stir; everyone knew Ji Cheng’s attitude toward Zhang Linen, and they all assumed she would never return to the Ji family home.

Zhang Linen looked at the piles of old items before her, turned, and asked, “Is this all of it?”

The servants nodded one after another. Zhang Linen’s gaze swept across each object—some familiar, some strange—and she finally selected a few useful items from the collection.

Their new home was located in a community not far from the headquarters. Ji Zeyuan had originally wanted to buy a villa, but Zhang Linen said that two people didn’t need that much space, so they changed it to a large flat instead.

It was after ten o’clock in the evening when Ji Zeyuan finally finished work and returned home. As she passed a flower shop, she brought back a bouquet of roses that Zhang Linen liked.

Pushing open the front door, Ji Zeyuan immediately saw the photos placed on the wall cabinet. The protagonists were her and Zhang Linen; photos from kindergarten to high school were displayed across the wall, filling the space.

Ji Zeyuan felt a itch in her heart. She changed her shoes, entered the house, and called out, “Xiao En.”

Zhang Linen did not respond. Ji Zeyuan pushed open the bedroom door, but Zhang Linen wasn’t there either.

“Xiao En, are you home?” Ji Zeyuan called out again.

There was still no response. Ji Zeyuan muttered to herself: It’s so late, surely she hasn’t gone out?

Ji Zeyuan pushed open the guest bedroom door, but it was empty, with no sign of Zhang Linen.

“Xiao En.” Ji Zeyuan sniffed the air. She followed the scent of green grass toward the study. The moment she pushed open the study door, the sight before her made her heartstrings tremble.

Zhang Linen was sitting at the desk, quietly leaning over it. She was wearing a slightly faded white school uniform. The overhead light fell upon her black hair, making her look like a student who had dozed off during evening self-study.

Ji Zeyuan swallowed hard and walked quietly into the room. Zhang Linen slowly opened her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up the moment she saw Ji Zeyuan.

“You helped me bring all my things over?” Ji Zeyuan asked softly, leaning down to kiss the corner of Zhang Linen’s lips.

Zhang Linen hummed an “Mhm” through pursed lips. Her hand brushed against Ji Zeyuan’s arm and slid into her sleeve. Ji Zeyuan’s body shuttered, and the Alpha pheromones—scented like roses—overflowed.

“Do you know? I was actually a bit nervous when you just walked in.” Zhang Linen kissed the back of Ji Zeyuan’s hand. Her thick eyelashes lifted slightly, and her bright, clear eyes reflected Ji Zeyuan’s flushed, restrained face.

Ji Zeyuan swallowed and asked, “Nervous about what?”

Zhang Linen’s tongue flicked across Ji Zeyuan’s fingertips, and the Omega pheromones—scented like green grass—enveloped Ji Zeyuan’s surroundings.

The gentle light fell upon the rows of new and old book pages on the shelves. Zhang Linen’s “peach blossom” eyes were clear yet bewitching: “Because… I just fell asleep, Senior.”

When Ji Zeyuan heard the word “Senior,” her brain went blank, and she even began to stutter: “Wha… what Senior?”

Zhang Linen stood up, her gaze suddenly becoming sharp. She pressed her hand against Ji Zeyuan’s chest and gave a hard push; Ji Zeyuan fell back onto the carpet.

“Senior, you’re not very capable, are you?” Zhang Linen pinned Ji Zeyuan against the desk, her fingertips stroking her lean chin. “Are you afraid I’ll tell people about our relationship?”

Although Ji Zeyuan couldn’t quite figure out the situation, at this point, she could only cooperate with Zhang Linen. She nodded slightly and said, “I’m afraid… will you tell?”

Zhang Linen smiled and kissed Ji Zeyuan’s lips. Then, she stood up and took down the workbook that was spread open on the desk, flipping to the title page.

Ji Zeyuan’s breath hitched because on that yellowed page, there was a vivid drawing of her and Zhang Linen in an “indescribable” state.

Zhang Linen set the workbook aside with a look of distress: “Senior, my head is full of you. I can’t even pay attention in class. Should I punish you?”

Ji Zeyuan swallowed hard. Turning from defense to offense, she grabbed Zhang Linen’s wrists and pinned her to the floor, speaking stiffly and awkwardly: “How… how do you want to punish me? How about copying the entire workbook ten times?”

Zhang Linen laughed. “Wouldn’t that take at least the whole night?”

Ji Zeyuan’s throat bobbed. She leaned forward, wanting to kiss Zhang Linen, but Zhang Linen dodged slightly, avoiding her.

Zhang Linen gazed into Ji Zeyuan’s eyes and said, “The punishment hasn’t been carried out yet. Why are you pouncing directly on me?”

After saying this, Zhang Linen pushed Ji Zeyuan away and sat up. Ji Zeyuan was sweating from the restraint. She watched as Zhang Linen took two pens out of the drawer, then curled her lips into a smile and said, “One pen is too slow. How about two?”

Ji Zeyuan could no longer endure it. She stepped forward, picked Zhang Linen up, walked back to the bedroom, and threw her onto the bed. Zhang Linen rolled over on the bed, let out a low, muddled groan, and then looked at Ji Zeyuan with slightly dissatisfied peach blossom eyes.

“Stop teasing me… I’m going to be driven to death by you,” Ji Zeyuan said through gritted teeth. She urgently shed her clothes, and the rose-scented pheromones surged like a spring.

Zhang Linen panted and laughed. “Driven to death so easily? What will we do in the future?”

Ji Zeyuan’s eyes were red, but Zhang Linen still held her shoulders to keep her from moving.

“Senior, you’re so desperate. Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell everyone what happened in the gymnasium equipment room?” Zhang Linen continued to immerse herself in the role, persistently provoking Ji Zeyuan’s nerves.

Ji Zeyuan looked at Zhang Linen somewhat aggrievedly. She desperately wanted to just pounce, but in the end, she suppressed the desire and continued to play along: “What are you talking about? Nothing happened in the equipment room.”

Zhang Linen raised her hand and used her right fingertip to stroke Ji Zeyuan’s earlobe. “Have you forgotten? Back then, we skipped class together and stole the key to the equipment room to rest. The gymnastics mats were orange; we spread seven or eight mats out to make a bed. You insisted on bolting the door… do you really not remember what you did afterward?”

Ji Zeyuan’s throat tightened, and she was speechless, because the scene Zhang Linen described had actually happened—except back then, Ji Zeyuan truly hadn’t done anything.

“I… kissed you back then?” Ji Zeyuan tentatively guessed Zhang Linen’s script.

Zhang Linen narrowed her eyes, her voice frivolous like a feather brushing past: “Was it just a kiss?”

A crimson flush spread from Ji Zeyuan’s neck to the skin beneath her eyes. Her voice trembled as she continued, “Then… did I do something else?”

Zhang Linen’s smile deepened. “You don’t remember the things you did yourself?”

Ji Zeyuan shook her head, her gaze full of longing.

Zhang Linen hooked her arms around Ji Zeyuan’s neck to prop herself up and leaned close to Ji Zeyuan’s ear, saying, “Shall I help you remember?”

With that, Zhang Linen picked up the pen scattered beside her and waved it in front of Ji Zeyuan’s eyes. Only then did Ji Zeyuan see that this “pen” was no ordinary pen.

Ji Zeyuan turned the “little cat” over; the cat’s waist arched in tension. To soothe the cat’s anxiety, Ji Zeyuan employed a “teaser wand.”

The cat found the newly bought teaser wand very effective; its entire body softened, turning into a pool of water. Ji Zeyuan spread the cat’s legs apart to better stroke the cat’s soft underbelly. The little cat was so comfortable it became dazed, moaning and murmuring incessantly.

“Give me a kiss,” Ji Zeyuan said, bowing her head. The hair on Zhang Linen’s forehead was already soaked. Her vision was misty, and the lines of Ji Zeyuan’s face became blurred. Zhang Linen only felt her neck being supported, and then her lips were enveloped.

A hot, wet tongue probed into the slightly parted lips, skillfully prying open Zhang Linen’s teeth. Zhang Linen responded passionately. The two kissed deeply and frantically, with saliva flowing from the corners of their mouths.

“Senior, make a mess of me,” Zhang Linen whispered into Ji Zeyuan’s ear, her breath hitching.

And then, Ji Zeyuan made a mess of her.