Seduced By My Omega Stepsister - Chapter 8

Why Aren’t You Catching the Lovey-Dovey Couples?

Fu Zhou had spent yet another nearly sleepless night.

Just after morning self-study ended, she handed her meal card to Zhou Heyu.

“A basket of buns, a bottle of milk, and an egg pancake, no vinegar. I’m going to sleep for a bit, wake me up when you’re back with the food.”

Zhou Heyu took the card. “Were you out playing thief again last night?”

Fu Zhou pursed her lips.

She really wanted to sleep early, but as the night grew deeper, that faint, elusive scent of rose pheromones seemed to scramble more frantically into her glands.

She looked up, irritably rubbing her hair. She remembered how Chu Xiyu had given her nothing more than a passing glance this morning, despite the massive dark circles under her eyes.

I told her not to worry about me, and she really didn’t offer a single word of concern?

Omegas are truly detestable.

“Forget it, let’s go eat together.” Just as Fu Zhou stood up, she caught a glimpse of a black hem out of the corner of her eye.

The girl entering the doorway had a cold beauty to her. She stood 170cm tall, her finger joints long and distinct, yet her lips were thin and moistly red, a striking appearance.

“Yo, Eldest Miss Zhang Meng is here! Welcome, welcome.” Zhou Heyu clapped exaggeratedly, tossing a playful wink her way.

Zhang Meng’s eye twitched slightly as she turned to put down her backpack.

As Fu Zhou walked over, she caught a whiff of an unfamiliar floral scent. She sniffed carefully and leaned her head toward Zhang Meng, puzzled: “What’s going on? Did you put on perfume?”

The next second, Zhou Heyu clamped a hand over her mouth.

“I almost forgot about that.” She pointed to the small patch of gauze covering the back of Zhang Meng’s neck.

“Do you ever actually read the group messages? Zhang Meng is about to differentiate. The preliminary assessment says she’ll likely be an Alpha.” Fu Zhou blinked, a look of pure, bewildered innocence in her eyes.

“Sorry, I’ll never skip to the last message again.” Lately, because of Chu Xiyu, her phone usage had dropped significantly.

“But didn’t you test as a Beta before?” Fu Zhou remembered that once an ABO test was done, the results rarely changed.

“I was, but something might have gone wrong recently.” Zhang Meng lowered her eyes and turned her head away. “Weren’t we going to eat? Let’s go. My treat.”

“Hooray!” Zhou Heyu skipped along as she followed Zhang Meng out the door.

Fu Zhou’s eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Zhang Meng’s back. An Alpha? Why does she look… kind of sweet?

Crap, I’m not going to end up in an Alpha-Alpha relationship, am I?

The girl in black standing at the door suddenly stopped. She looked back at Fu Zhou, her eyes a complex mix of light and shadow. Then, she stuffed a letter into Fu Zhou’s arms.

“What’s this? A love letter for me?” Fu Zhou pinched the letter, tilting her head with a smile at Zhang Meng.

“This is the love letter you wrote to you know who last month. You left it at my house. I didn’t know if you still needed it, so I brought it.”

“…Thanks. I probably won’t be needing it anymore.”

At the mention of her, Fu Zhou fell into a rare silence.

It was annoying.

“Zhou Heyu, tell me, where exactly did I…” Before she could finish her sentence, that faint rose scent coiled around her like a gentle yet tightening vine.

For a moment, Fu Zhou couldn’t breathe. The slender shadow had already stepped in front of her. Pale pupils dropped a light, effortless gaze onto the pink love letter in her hand.

“Did someone give that to you?” She smiled warmly, almost without a flaw. Zhou Heyu, knowing Chu Xiyu was Fu Zhou’s sister, draped an arm around Fu Zhou’s shoulder with a grin.

“This is one she prepared for a girl in our class.”

“Oh, the one Fu Zhou gave coffee to… Does that girl like her too?” Chu Xiyu’s voice was light, seemingly an offhand question.

“Nothing of the sort. It’s just Fu Zhou’s unrequited love.”

“Oh?” The smile on Chu Xiyu’s lips seemed to deepen, carrying a heavy hint of scrutiny. She plucked the letter from Fu Zhou’s hand. “Unrequited love, huh? Do you still want this letter?”

Fu Zhou shook her head gloomily.

She hadn’t planned on sending it anyway, the girl clearly wasn’t interested.

“Fine then, I’m confiscating it.” As both a sister and a student council official, she had plenty of excuses to take it.

As Chu Xiyu turned back, she caught a glimpse of the girl Fu Zhou liked walking toward them.

Her taste isn’t bad, she thought. Gentle and soft, the type of person most popular during student years.

So, what was Fu Zhou?

Just one of the many unremarkable or “special” ones surrounding her? Or a pursuer she couldn’t bear to reject and thus kept close?

It had nothing to do with her.

Chu Xiyu gripped the letter in her pocket, feeling it burn. She didn’t continue toward the cafeteria, she went back to the classroom.

“Holy crap, Zhou Heyu! Are you trying to kill me? Why did you tell Chu Xiyu I have an unrequited crush!” As soon as Chu Xiyu left, Fu Zhou gave Zhou Heyu a light kick on the shin.

“Isn’t she your sister?” Zhou Heyu was still confused. Fu Zhou’s attitude toward her stepsister had always been friendly. She looked to Zhang Meng for help.

The “Eldest Miss” Zhang turned her head, avoiding her gaze for the first time: “Take your own beating.”

Zhou Heyu was a Beta; she couldn’t smell pheromones. Fu Zhou hadn’t differentiated yet, so she didn’t realize how thick the scent of roses was on her.

From the moment Chu Xiyu entered and approached Fu Zhou, those rose pheromones had been acting out in rejection, possessiveness so strong it was hard to withstand.

And those pheromones belonged to her sister.

“She’s also on the student council,” Fu Zhou added gloomily, her gaze shifting forward.

“But your former crush and her ‘situationship’ guy are right there in front. Why isn’t your sister catching them?” Fu Zhou’s gaze halted for a moment, then she started heading downstairs.

“I don’t know.”

Chu Xiyu, you little liar.

She clearly promised not to catch her yesterday. And yet, she ignores the people actually dating and catches someone like her, whose unrequited love already failed?

Annoying, annoying, annoying.

In the end, Fu Zhou bought two sets of breakfast. She loitered outside the door of the Elite Class B twice, and after catching Chu Xiyu’s attention, she handed one set to a girl by the door with a bright smile.

“Hey, could you pass this to Chu Xiyu in your class? Thanks!” Fu Zhou had quite a reputation; when she smiled, her eyes curved like crescents. The girl blushed and nodded dumbly.

Chu Xiyu, who was about to step out, pulled her foot back. She watched expressionlessly as the girl placed the breakfast on her desk with a lingering look.

“Chu Xiyu, Fu Zhou asked me to give this to you.”

“Is that so? I’ll have to thank Xiao Zhou later.” The usually cold and gentle girl smiled, but the warmth didn’t reach her eyes.

Fu Zhou had bought a lot, likely following her own appetite. Chu Xiyu sighed softly, her gaze falling on the opened love letter in her desk drawer.

“Classmate, I know this is sudden, but I still want to say: I like you. Please be with me, I’m begging you.”

That was the first sentence.

Why did I ever think Fu Zhou had the potential to chase girls?

Forget the girl who wasn’t interested even she could barely stomach this elementary school handwriting and the disastrous opening line.

Fu Zhou went to the convenience store and bought three self-heating hot pots.

“The cafeteria is crowded, cramped, and hot. The three of us will just eat this for lunch. No need to queue,” she told Zhou Heyu and Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng drew a smooth parabola on her scratch paper without looking up. “Lunch break is only thirty minutes. It takes fifteen to cook that. Can you finish in time?”

“I can finish in five.” Fu Zhou’s smile radiated a faint sense of misplaced confidence.

“Have you not realized that humans are basically raw meat?” Zhang Meng lifted her eyes, giving Fu Zhou a look reserved for the intellectually challenged before looking back down.

…Fine. If Zhang Meng ever stopped being snarky, the world would be too quiet.

“Then we’ll start cooking ten minutes early. Our last class is Geography anyway. It’s not on the college entrance exam, and the old Geography teacher doesn’t care,” Zhou Heyu said, leaning half her body naturally onto Zhang Meng’s arm.

Fu Zhou pursed her lips, finding it hard to watch. “Zhou Heyu, why do you always like leaning on Zhang Meng?”

“What do you know? Eldest Miss Zhang is warm and soft.”

Fine.

“Enjoy it while it lasts. Zhang Meng is an Alpha now. In a few days, she’ll have muscles, and we’ll see if she’s still soft then.” Fu Zhou leaned in, wanting to pinch Zhang Meng’s arm, but was ruthlessly dodged.

“Alpha and Alpha shouldn’t be so touchy-feely.”

Fu Zhou nearly ground her teeth to dust.

The news of Zhang Meng differentiating into an Alpha spread quickly. The school seemed to have anticipated the crowd, setting up barriers early in the morning.

Still, snippets of conversation leaked through as they passed.

“Whoa, as expected, people who differentiate into Alphas are all tall and handsome.”

“I can’t take it, I want to date her too… Sorry, Baby Fu Zhou, I’m just too fickle.”

Fu Zhou’s lip twitched. She looked at Zhang Meng, who remained expressionless as if they weren’t talking about her at all.

High school life was fundamentally busy by noon, most of the onlookers had dispersed.

Aside from the Elite classes, there was one class specifically for Alphas and Omegas, though their grades and traits might not be as high or as distinct as Fu Zhou’s.

In the last ten minutes of the morning session, Fu Zhou quietly added hot water to the pots. A plume of white steam rose immediately.

Fu Zhou froze.

She only remembered that these types of hot pots didn’t smell too strong, she completely forgot about the steam.

She quickly grabbed her small desk fan, propped it against the wall, and pointed it at the hot pots.

Suddenly, a large shadow fell over her. An old, kindly, smiling face appeared before Fu Zhou’s stiffened gaze.

“Oh, doing some cooking, are we?” Fu Zhou lowered her head as far as possible, her ears turning bright red.

“Don’t be nervous. I did the same when I was young. I was just so hungry back then… I still remember my teacher making me stand outside with my food… Heh, youth.”

Just as Fu Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, the old teacher’s next words hit her like a ton of bricks.

“So, you go stand outside with your food too.”

In the moment her brain short-circuited, she saw Chu Xiyu standing by the door, wearing her student council badge.