My Ex’s White Moonlight Omega Has a Crush on Me - Chapter 11

With a soft hum, Chao Wan lowered her head, gripping the tightly screwed-on flashlight, and stole a glance at the woman, feeling somewhat at a loss.

She was truly attentive, able to notice others’ struggles even in the darkness.

Her teammates had already started searching with tools, and not wanting to hold them back, Chao Wan had to feign composure and find something to do on her own.

The room was cramped, with almost no extra space, and the woman was pressed close to Chao Wan’s left side. As they searched, their forearms occasionally brushed against each other.

Holding the flashlight, the woman methodically searched for clues. The hair at her temples was slightly disheveled from wearing an eye mask, but her exposed eyes were intensely focused, exuding a sense of reassurance just by looking at them.

Chao Wan averted her gaze, her inner turmoil easing a little, and she began to search more earnestly.

Soon, she felt something hard and angular through the objects and tried to retrieve it.

An old-fashioned loudspeaker, the kind often used by square-dancing aunties.

“Ah, this…” Chao Wan lightly tapped the back of the woman’s hand and showed it to her.

The woman met her gaze and nodded slightly. “It’s probably the pre-recorded broadcast.”

She took the loudspeaker and signaled the others in the team to gather closer before pressing the button.

The eerie background music and the muffled voice of the narrator echoed from the speaker again.

Being so close, Chao Wan’s lips trembled slightly. She hugged herself and quietly moved a little farther from the source of the sound.

But unexpectedly, the next moment, her wrist was grasped.

The woman didn’t look at Chao Wan, merely lowering her gaze to listen quietly to the clues from the speaker. Yet, such a simple physical touch still brought a sense of calm.

Chao Wan looked away, feeling a bit uneasy.

“Is Boss Fu having us test the waters first so others won’t get scared out of their wits?” a girl muttered softly, glancing at Chao Wan with a rather affectionate look despite her young age.

“Little sister, next time, don’t come to play alone! Boss Fu’s heart is just too dark!”

Chao Wan bit her lip, wanting to nod in agreement, but before she could respond, a voice drifted over from beside her.

“She didn’t come alone.” The woman’s lips parted slightly, her tone ambiguous.

One of the boys in the team froze for a moment, turning to look at Chao Wan and then at the woman beside her.

“No wonder! The pros come in groups, one discovered the hidden space, and the other found the pre-recorded broadcast!”

“Take us along!”

A faint blush crept silently across Chao Wan’s cheeks. She turned her head away, unsure how to respond.

It was all the woman’s doing. She had only stumbled upon the broadcast by chance, and even the flashlight had been tightened by the woman…

But they didn’t even know each other. Why did the woman say, “She didn’t come alone”?

The broadcast stopped at just the right moment, cutting off her thoughts. Chao Wan noticed the person beside her standing up.

“Next, we’ll need everyone to work together,” the woman said gently. “The broadcast should have explained the general background.”

Another boy, who had been silent all along, pulled out a small notebook from the darkness. “I’ve taken notes.”

Chao Wan blinked in confusion, taking a few guilty steps back.

She had zoned out and hadn’t listened.

As if understanding her predicament, the woman turned and whispered softly by her ear, “It’s okay, just hold my hand.”

Chao Wan bit her lip and replied in a small voice, “Mm.”

Do all high-level players treat burdens this kindly?

“So, outside is a ghost alley contaminated by a mad scientist’s virus experiment, and our ultimate goal is to find No. 28 Jiangchao Road and escape from there,” the girl said with great enthusiasm.

She pointed toward a corner where a strange box sat. “So, our current task is to open this, right?”

“It’s a combination lock,” the boy with the notebook explained after inspecting it.

Chao Wan noticed the woman suddenly switching her flashlight to ultraviolet mode and began scanning every corner of the room.

Sure enough, on one of the windowpanes, some peculiar numbers were written in invisible fluorescent ink.

The woman frowned thoughtfully, then crouched in front of the lockbox and entered the digits 1027, turning the lock mechanism.

As expected, the lock clicked open.

“Wow!” the girl exclaimed. “You figured it out so quickly!”

The woman retrieved some hats, masks, and prop potions from the box, glancing at Chao Wan’s dazed expression before patiently explaining:

“Those numbers on the glass represent the delivery date. The day the experimental team arrived at Jiangchao Street happened to be the last recorded number, 1027.”

Chao Wan nodded silently.

She’s really impressive, every clue she picks up leads directly to the correct solution.

After distributing the props among the five of them, they cautiously pulled open the door.

Outside, a crimson glow filled the space, and NPCs still roamed about. However, upon seeing the potion bottles in their hands, the NPCs grew fearful and kept their distance.

Without the blindfolds obstructing their view, the full layout of the escape room became clear.

Just as they had guessed, it was a narrow, elongated room designed to resemble a street, with many locked rooms on either side simulating the various shops along Jiangchao Road.

The girl and the two boys took the lead as usual, while Chao Wan and the woman brought up the rear.

As they passed by NPCs along the way, the novelty began to wear off, and the fear factor diminished. Chao Wan even kindly straightened the crooked blindfold of an NPC who seemed to be struggling with their costume.

“Let’s go,” the woman said quietly beside her.

Noticing her slightly downcast eyes and sensing her low spirits, Chao Wan obediently murmured an acknowledgment and followed closely behind.

“Found it! No. 27 Jiangchao Road!” a voice called from ahead.

The woman frowned slightly and led Chao Wan closer.

Although it was only one digit away from No. 28, things weren’t that simple, the adjacent rooms deliberately skipped over No. 28.

A note stuck to the door of Room 27 read: [High Radiation Zone, Alphas Only.]

“This must be a solo mission,” the two boys exchanged glances before turning their attention toward Chao Wan.

“During registration earlier, it seemed like you were the only Alpha here, right?”

Chao Wan’s eyes widened as she remembered, in this lifetime, she was still following her agency’s instructions and pretending to be an Alpha.

And indeed, she was the only “Alpha” in the group.

Unable to refuse their hopeful gazes, Chao Wan swallowed nervously and took small steps toward Room 27, placing her hand on the doorknob.

The next second, the door swung open automatically.

Inside, it was pitch black, with only a few metallic instruments reflecting faint glimmers of light.

“Good luck!” the girl whispered encouragingly.

Feeling uncertain, Chao Wan’s expression stiffened.

But to the others, it came across as the calm composure of a skilled female Alpha player.

Before she could glance at the woman beside her, Chao Wan hurried into the room and closed the door behind her.

Suddenly, red lights flashed from the four corners of the room. A dedicated NPC in a white lab coat leaped out, brandishing a prop syringe as they lunged toward Chao Wan.

“Commencing the experiment!”

Nearly frightened into silence, Chao Wan’s vision blurred with tears. Biting her lip, she felt as though her feet were glued to the floor. Panicked, she curled up and scrambled to dodge to the side.

Just then, a click sounded from behind her.

The door swung open again. Losing her balance, Chao Wan stumbled right into a soft, fragrant embrace, where she was tightly held by the woman’s slender arms.

Tears soaked the collar of the newcomer’s clothes. Feeling guilty, she hastily wiped her cheeks, her shoulders trembling slightly, still too afraid to turn and look.

Behind her, the NPC broke character and grumbled, “This is a solo mission.”

“Did the note outside specify a limit on participants?”

The woman chuckled softly, brushing aside the curly ponytail tied at her nape. She gently peeled off her inhibitor patch, as if to prove something.

A cool, fluttering floral scent, one that felt almost ingrained in her bones, quietly permeated the air, the fragrance of tuberose.

Though only a faint trace, it was enough to make Chao Wan’s cheeks flush crimson and her breath grow unsteady.

Her heart pounded wildly, more from disbelief than anything else. Clenching her lips, she fought to hold onto her last shred of clarity, desperate to escape the woman whose identity was now unmistakably clear. But in an instant, she was pulled even tighter, unable to move.

The sandalwood beads on Ji Tanyue’s wrist pressed against Chao Wan’s waist through the fabric of her clothes.

“Don’t move,” the woman’s voice was tender.

“The mission isn’t over yet.”