The Alpha Who Played Me Has Re-Differentiated Into a Delicate Omega - Chapter 5

“First meeting?”

Jiao Jin’s tone carried a hint of mockery. After buckling her seatbelt, she looked at the woman beside her. Cui Yu’s eyes were brimming with tears, the oversized hospital gown made her look even more frail, pitiful, soft, and easily bullied.

However, Jiao Jin didn’t soften her heart at all. She gripped the steering wheel, and as the scenery outside began to recede, she said coldly, “There’s no way to act like this is a first meeting. You’re the one with amnesia, not me.”

“But…”

Cui Yu didn’t know what else to say. She could clearly feel the other woman’s coldness, mixed with impatience and hostility. Back in the hospital room, she had already gathered that their breakup three years ago had been ugly. She couldn’t guess what had happened between them, but she didn’t want to see Jiao Jin loathing her like this. Her fingertips tightened around the seatbelt, and her voice dropped low. “But I don’t remember any of it now. Can we just pretend everything was my fault? Please… don’t be so mean to me, okay?”

“I don’t think I’m being particularly ‘mean’.”

Jiao Jin had always been gentle and polite to others, she only showed this cold indifference toward the two daughters of the Cui family. But it certainly wasn’t at the level of being “mean.” Waiting at a red light, she glanced at the pitiful woman. Cui Yu’s delicate features were filled with weakness and supplication, a look that could easily make anyone yield.

“Not mean, but not friendly either. I… I just want you to be a little nicer to me.”

Cui Yu spoke with the softest voice, yet her words were incredibly direct. Though she was shy, her longing for warmth was stronger. Taking advantage of the three seconds of the yellow light, she plucked up her courage: “Jiao Jin, can I call you A-Jin?”

Jiao Jin actually had a nickname, but it wasn’t “A-Jin.” Moreover, Cui Yu had asked that very same question back when they were dating.

It was certain that the woman’s amnesia wasn’t faked, but Jiao Jin wasn’t willing to let an intimate nickname close the distance between them. As she stepped on the gas, she shook her head. “That name isn’t suitable for us.”

“Why isn’t it suitable? We are at least… at least living together, right?”

Cui Yu almost said they were “exes,” but she feared mentioning it would trigger Jiao Jin’s annoyance. Her fingertips were white from gripping the seatbelt, a reflection of her stubborn heart.

“It’s not ‘living together.’ I have a lot of work. I won’t be home often.”

“You… you won’t come back every day?”

“After I buy your daily necessities today, I have to investigate the suspects behind your kidnapping. I also need to make a trip to the Quick Transmigration Bureau.”

“Then… will you come back tonight?”

Under normal circumstances, Jiao Jin would have gone home, but she didn’t want to be alone with the ex who had dumped her. She shook her head. “I’ll probably be working through the night.”

“Okay… then make sure you get some rest.”

Cui Yu wanted to push for more, but she was terrified that being too clingy would make the other woman lose patience. She lowered her head, her heart feeling empty, as if cold winds were swirling inside her.

She wasn’t stupid. Looking at Jiao Jin’s fair, clear skin, it was obvious she wasn’t someone who regularly pulled all-nighters, her undereyes would have shown it otherwise. Yet, as soon as Cui Yu arrived, Jiao Jin was forcing herself to work through the night. Wasn’t it just because she didn’t want to stay with her?

Perhaps because her throat was tight with bitterness, or because her eyes could no longer hold back the swirling tears, Cui Yu’s hand slumped. She lost the will and the energy to speak.

The two arrived at Jiao Jin’s home in silence. It was a simply decorated studio apartment. However, when Cui Yu noticed two beds in the bedroom, a flash of disappointment crossed her eyes.

“Don’t worry, the sheets and covers are newly changed. You don’t have to worry about them being dirty.”

Jiao Jin assumed the woman’s sadness stemmed from her “young miss” temperament, fearing that things in a commoner’s home weren’t clean. After all, three years ago, Cui Yu had called Jiao Jin “dirty” to her face. Jiao Jin gave a self-deprecating smile, a trace of coldness in her eyes.

“No, I’m not afraid of it being dirty. Of course I trust you.”

Though Cui Yu didn’t know what Jiao Jin was remembering, she had become hypersensitive to emotions since her memory loss. She waved her hands hurriedly, her gaze landing on Jiao Jin’s spotless shirt beneath her coat. “I know you love cleanliness. I just… I saw the two beds. I thought we… would sleep together.”

Three years ago, Jiao Jin knew exactly how to handle the repressed and prideful Cui Yu. But now, she had no idea how to deal with this “straight ball” white rabbit who dared to say anything. Jiao Jin sighed, leaning her head on her hand. “I’m an Alpha, and you’re an Omega. How could we possibly sleep together?”

“Oh, right.”

Only then did Cui Yu realize how ambiguous it was for their two genders to live together. But that ambiguity was exactly what she craved; she even hoped their bond would go deeper. She feigned ignorance. “Do you mean… you’d have bad intentions?”

Jiao Jin knew this woman far too well. Seeing her flushed cheeks, she knew Cui Yu was playing the “thief crying thief.” Jiao Jin opened the screen on her wrist and began selecting daily necessities from a nearby supermarket. She spoke as if she didn’t care: “I might with others, but with you? Even if you stripped naked and lay in my arms, I wouldn’t have any thoughts. Happy?”

Her pride took a bit of a hit. Cui Yu stubbornly gripped the buttons of her hospital gown, her voice tight and slightly trembling. “Are you telling the truth?”

“Hey, you’re not actually going to take off your clothes, are you?”

Jiao Jin had only spoken out of spite. Three years ago, the arrogant Miss Cui had once said, “Is it true that if any random woman stripped, you wouldn’t be able to suppress your desires?” Even thinking about it now made Jiao Jin feel uncomfortable. She certainly didn’t actually want the woman to strip. Jiao Jin lowered her head, feeling helpless. “I misspoke. But truly, I don’t have those kinds of thoughts about you.”

“Why not? When we were lovers before… did we ever do it?”

The confusion and curiosity in her eyes were real, as was the deepening crimson on her cheeks. Cui Yu’s hand remained on her button. As if suddenly remembering something, she looked at the floating screen where many items had been added to the cart. “By the way, I don’t have any underwear. Can you help me buy some?”

“Fine. Pick them yourself.”

The screen was a projection from a chip implanted in her wrist. Jiao Jin started to move toward Cui Yu to let her see, then decided against getting so close. She sat back down. “Forget it. I know your taste.”

“Do you know my size, too?”

Cui Yu grew more bashful, but she seemed to enjoy seeing Jiao Jin look so speechless and frustrated. She proactively sat closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that gave their conversation a sense of forbidden intimacy. “By the way, you still haven’t told me… did we… ever do it?”