Seduced By My Omega Stepsister - Chapter 6

Why Don’t You Call Me “Sister”?

“Where did you go today?” Once Chu Xiyu got into the car and it began to drive smoothly, Fu Zhou leaned in closer, her heated breath lingering just a foot away in the air.

Chu Xiyu pulled back imperceptibly. “I went to the Student Union recruitment.”

The smile on Fu Zhou’s face stiffened for a moment. She blinked. “The Student Union… that’s good. Since you just transferred, you’ll be able to make a lot of good friends.”

“So, which department are you in? The Office? The Publicity Department?”

Looking at her panicked eyes, Chu Xiyu smiled faintly. “The Academic Discipline Department.”

It’s over.

Fu Zhou slumped back into the car seat.

The Academic Discipline Department that pack of “watchdogs” who wore red armbands and patrolled everywhere, acting all high and mighty.

Last semester, Fu Zhou had been closely watched by them. Fortunately, there were no members from that department in the “Qiangji” (Elite) Class, so they didn’t come up to check very often.

Now that Chu Xiyu was here, would she be the one assigned to monitor her floor?

Fu Zhou felt her future growing dark.

She didn’t say another word before getting out of the car. She simply held her head, a stray tuft of hair sticking out and swaying atop her crown.

After dinner, there was a light knock on Chu Xiyu’s door. The young girl sitting at the desk was drying her hair, her pale eyes were shrouded in a layer of mist, giving them a moistened, soft look.

“Come in.” She didn’t make a conscious effort to tidy her loose bathrobe. Instead, after Fu Zhou entered, she looked over with eyes full of hazy moisture.

The girl standing at the door froze for a second the moment her gaze landed on her. She instinctively took a step back, her eyes wandering restlessly.

“What are you standing there for? Come in.” Chu Xiyu turned on the hairdryer, coiling a strand of hair around her finger and drying it from the root upward.

Fu Zhou quickly walked up holding a small cake. She took the hairdryer from Chu Xiyu’s hand, her smile carrying a hint of sycophancy.

“Chu Xiyu, which floor are you in charge of? Won’t it affect your studies?” Chu Xiyu felt the gentle movements on her head and the perfectly tempered warm air. The smile on her lips faded slightly.

“I was assigned to the Elite Class floor. It won’t affect me. I can keep up with the curriculum perfectly fine.” Chu Xiyu had a strong learning ability. She had been rushing through classes lately, and since her previous school was also top-tier, catching up was effortless.

Fu Zhou was momentarily speechless. She lowered her eyes and used one hand to push the cake toward Chu Xiyu.

“Then… could you be kind and just, you know, ignore me?” Fu Zhou gently switched sides and continued drying the damp hair. The warm air swirled softly from the top down.

Chu Xiyu suddenly turned around. The warm air blew directly into those pale eyes, making Fu Zhou nearly lose her grip on the hairdryer. Flustered, Fu Zhou felt a fair, slender hand catch the handle before it could fall.

Along with the cake, Fu Zhou was pushed toward the door. She was still in a daze, blinking her innocent, puppy-like eyes.

A thin smile played on Chu Xiyu’s lips. Her moist lips parted slightly: “Stop thinking about such things. If you don’t break the rules, nothing will happen.”

The door snapped shut. Fu Zhou stared at the white doorframe, feeling the cake in her hand grow warm, though it felt like an illusion.

She lowered her gaze, a trace of grievance flashing in her eyes that even she didn’t fully notice.

As she thought, she and Chu Xiyu were still not close.

The next morning, she went to school with heavy dark circles under her eyes. She wore a loose black hoodie. When she walked in, Zhou Heyu glanced at her and pointed exaggeratingly at his own school uniform.

A moment later, the “Mediterranean” (balding) class teacher walked over. His overly shrewd eyes scanned Fu Zhou from head to toe. “Not late. That’s something. Go to your seat.”

Fu Zhou’s stiff body finally relaxed, feeling like a survivor of a disaster.

She wasn’t wearing her uniform, and today was Monday, the flag-raising ceremony. Yet that old man didn’t scold her? Was the sun rising from the west?

During the twenty minutes of morning reading, Fu Zhou alternated between nodding off and forcing herself to look at her textbook.

The teacher didn’t make her go down for the morning exercises, he kept her in the classroom to sweep the floor, likely afraid the class would lose points because of her appearance.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, finished sweeping, wiped the blackboard clean, and then leaned out of the fifth-floor window to peek at the playground below.

The students were perfectly aligned, looking like a giant mass of blue jelly.

She really wanted to take a picture with her phone, but unfortunately, she hadn’t brought it today. Since she shared a car with Chu Xiyu, she didn’t dare pull any stunts.

Fu Zhou stretched. Just as she was about to walk back into the classroom, a blue and white sleeve appeared at the top of the stairs.

She turned her head and met a pair of pale eyes.

In the gap where her heart skipped a beat, she heard Chu Xiyu’s voice.

“Are you the student on duty? Why aren’t you downstairs?”

“Chu Xiyu, can you…” Her gaze suddenly caught the demerit notebook in Chu Xiyu’s hand. She bit her lip softly.

“Not wearing a uniform, skipping morning exercises. Your class loses a total of three points.”

Three points.

There went the “Flowing Red Flag” (excellence award), and the Mediterranean teacher’s bonus was probably short by 150 yuan.

Fu Zhou looked down.

Her grades were poor, but she had never done anything to bring shame to the class or cause significant trouble for the teacher.

“If it bothers you this much, make sure to wear your uniform next time.” Chu Xiyu gave Fu Zhou a light glance. Deep down, an unidentifiable, complex emotion stirred.

“Yeah, I know. Thank you.” Dejected, Fu Zhou lifted her eyes briefly before returning to the classroom and closing the door.

Since the damage was done, she might as well sleep.

Fu Zhou was lethargic all morning. Several times she was on the verge of collapsing onto her desk, only to be snapped awake by Zhou Heyu.

The morning was filled with “heavyweight” subjects; getting caught sleeping would be the end of her.

“What’s the deal? Didn’t sleep last night?” After class, Zhou Heyu spun his chair around, looking at the dark circles under Fu Zhou’s eyes with a casual grin.

“Chu Xiyu joined the Student Union as a discipline officer. I feel like she’s specifically here to catch me.” Fu Zhou slumped there, listless. “Do you think my dad said something to her?”

“Unlikely. Your ‘sister’ doesn’t look like the type to meddle in other people’s business. When she checked our formation today, she just did a lap and left,” Zhou Heyu said, then suddenly remembered something and shot a quick glance at the even more miserable Fu Zhou.

“Then my dad must have forced her to do something. He’s crazy, why drag someone else into my business?” Having reached this conclusion, Fu Zhou couldn’t sleep anymore.

She stood up, her chair screeching loudly against the floor. Just as she stepped toward the door, the bell for class rang.

The teacher standing at the door walked in, catching Fu Zhou and hauling her right back into the classroom.

The dull classroom erupted in a burst of laughter, which only subsided slightly after Fu Zhou sat down with bright red ears.

“Class is about to start. Do you have something else to do?” The last class of the morning was Geography, taught by a kindly old man.

Fu Zhou hadn’t really seen him much. Firstly, she was face-blind, secondly, she rarely looked up during Geography. It was a non-core subject that didn’t require the GaoKao (College Entrance Exam).

Fu Zhou glanced outside, saw the teacher from the neighboring class walk in, retracted her gaze, and shook her head.

“Reporting to the teacher: no, sir.”

“If there’s nothing, then sit down and study. If you don’t pass the proficiency test in the second half of the year, you’ll have to take it with the tenth graders next year. Won’t that be embarrassing?”

Fu Zhou gave a bashful smile and obediently walked back to the last row. With a 98% pass rate, only a fool would fail.

She spent the whole day lingering by Chu Xiyu’s classroom door, but Chu Xiyu seemed to be avoiding her.

Why? Because she had recorded her name? Honestly, it was nothing, it was her own fault to begin with. She was just genuinely curious if Fu Li had said something bad to Chu Xiyu.

Finally, school ended, but Chu Xiyu was nowhere to be found. Uncle Zhang told her that Chu Xiyu’s teacher had offered to tutor her to help her get used to the local exam format, and this would last for about a week.

She was alone in the house again.

Fu Zhou opened her cupboard, picked out a cup of instant noodles, and boiled water. For the sake of health, she added a few stalks of green vegetables and an egg.

Then, she ate while doing her homework, sitting at the table directly facing the door, waiting.

It was nearly eleven o’clock when Chu Xiyu returned. Fu Zhou’s routine was usually very regular, she was usually in bed by 11:30. This was the first time she had stayed up sitting there so late.

When the front door opened, Fu Zhou lifted her sleepy eyes toward the entrance.

Chu Xiyu stood there, her pale eyes unblinkingly fixed on the warm light surrounding Fu Zhou. The next moment, upon meeting those bright, heated eyes, she quickly lowered her gaze.

“Chu Xiyu, you’re back?” A pool of laughter swirled in Fu Zhou’s curved eyes. She ran over like an enthusiastic puppy, her metaphorical tail wagging behind her.

“Why did they keep you so long? Have you eaten? I saved some noodles for you.” Without waiting for a response, Fu Zhou scurried into the kitchen, opened the warming cabinet, and brought out a bowl of instant noodles. They were Tang Da Ren brand, topped with some braised beef, a messy fried egg, and some greens.

Chu Xiyu hung her coat in the foyer. As she walked in, her pale pupils followed Fu Zhou’s movements until she sat down opposite her.

The “puppy’s” eyes were shining as she handed over a pair of chopsticks.

“The noodles might not taste as good since they’ve been sitting…” She had been happy a moment ago, but now her tone carried a hint of trepidation.

Chu Xiyu took a small bite. They weren’t great, but they were edible.

“Mm. Thank you.” She had no intention of praising Fu Zhou. Yet, the little Alpha in front of her easily crinkled the corners of her eyes, looking genuinely happy.

How strange, Chu Xiyu thought.

Earlier today, this girl had been angry, hurt, and lost. How could all that bad mood vanish the moment she got home? She even sat here, waiting for her to return, just to cook her noodles.

Out of Fu Zhou’s line of sight, the girl’s gaze turned dark. Slowly, very slowly, it drifted to an inconspicuous corner of the hall, to the old photograph of Fu Zhou’s deceased mother.

Her gaze climbed up the photo like creeping vines.

Then, a gentle smile curved her lips.

“Xiao Zhou, why don’t you call me ‘Sister’?”