The Black Lotus Omega Always Wraps His Tail Around Me - Chapter 28.1

Ji Yanwan was very pleased with her plan.

No matter how she looked at it, it was the best way to minimize the harm to Fu Suihe.

She ran through the mission again in her mind, rehearsing it like a script. She even prepared an apology speech in advance, ready to take full responsibility for everything when the time came.

Meng Jiayu watched her friend smiling and nodding to herself, then let out a dramatic sigh. “My iron-clad bestie, sure, getting engaged sucks, but have you actually gone insane?”

Her tone was full of teasing, layered with sarcasm both inside and out.

Ji Yanwan couldn’t be bothered to respond. She held the water bottle and quietly reviewed the steps in her mind.

The dressing room door opened. The makeup artist walked in carrying a case, with the stylist following behind.

Meng Jiayu stayed sprawled on the couch with no intention of leaving.

She watched as the stylist helped Ji Yanwan out of her suit, revealing a youthful, athletic figure underneath.

Meng Jiayu’s breath caught for a moment. Her eyes landed on Ji Yanwan’s back, slender but not fragile, with subtle muscle lines. Across her smooth, pale skin were red marks and fingerprints of varying shades, stretched across her shoulder blades like strokes of paint.

It looked sensual—undeniably so.

“Wanwan… you and her…” Meng Jiayu swallowed hard, but left the rest of the sentence unspoken.

Ji Yanwan glanced at the red mark near her collarbone. Her mind drifted back to what had happened in the car yesterday afternoon. A warm flush rose inside her again.

Fu Suihe was soft—in every way. In her personality, in her body, from her lips to her heart.

That narrow, confined space had become an isolated island where the two of them drifted together like a tiny boat on a vast sea. When the storm hit, all they could do was hold each other tightly.

Ji Yanwan remembered Fu Suihe’s breathless moans, her teary, hazy eyes, and those soft, sweet lips.

The makeup artist’s hand paused. She watched as a deep blush spread across Ji Yanwan’s face so fast that not even the lightest foundation could cover it.

She had no idea what kind of springtime bloom was blossoming inside the heart of the Ji family’s third daughter, a woman known for being wild and unfeeling.

Once makeup and styling were finished, Ji Yanwan stared at her reflection in the mirror, momentarily lost.

Meng Jiayu was stunned as well.

If Ji Yanwan in a suit was a cold, distant business-style T with long hair, then in a dress, she was the exact opposite.

Many people say black clothes flatter the wearer, but in Ji Yanwan’s case, it was she who elevated the dress.

Her facial features were already sharp and well-defined, especially her rare gray eyes.

The makeup artist had emphasized her eyes and lips. Her long black hair was pinned up, revealing a graceful, pale neck adorned with a string of pearls. The velvet-black gown clung perfectly to her figure.

As she tilted her head slightly to adjust the hem, she looked like a swan—noble and elegant.

She gave the impression of a queen, gazing down at those kneeling at her feet.

Thinking about how someone like her would soon be someone’s wife, Meng Jiayu felt a twinge of emotion. Maybe two Alphas together wasn’t such an impossible idea after all.

Still, compared to a romance that might end in heartbreak, their friendship was enough to satisfy her.

Suddenly, Meng Jiayu began clapping, unashamedly expressing her affection. “Wanwan, you’re truly stunning.”

Ji Yanwan smiled slightly at the compliment, but what she really wanted was to see her fiancée.

That pure, flawless “white moonlight” of hers would surely look even more breathtaking.

Just as they were finishing up, someone knocked on the door.

The moment Ji Yanwan opened it, the door directly across the hallway opened as well.

What met her eyes was a flash of white—and then a woman who looked even fairer in comparison.

Fu Suihe had a delicate white feather hairpin tucked into the crown of her hair, perfectly matching her silky white dress.

Her fox-like eyes, when not smiling, carried a cool, distant air.

Her makeup was minimal, almost nonexistent, but it suited her face perfectly.

Ji Yanwan was reminded of Fu Suihe’s cold and elegant look from the film set, when she played the master in that costume drama.

She looked like a moon—cold, aloof, and distant. The kind of moon that belonged in the sky.

But this unreachable moon had once bloomed like a brilliant flower beneath her.

A strange feeling crept into Ji Yanwan’s chest. She instinctively stepped forward, wanting to reach out and touch her moon.

For a brief moment, she had the urge to announce to the world: this moon is mine.

But the sudden jolt from the electrical current in her earpiece reminded her of her mission. She had a task to complete.

Ji Yanwan quickly handed the water bottle to Fu Suihe, twisting the cap open with care.

She asked, “Do you want some water?”

Her hand trembled slightly. Ji Yanwan was a poor liar, and her eyes wandered as she spoke.

Fu Suihe noticed it all.

There was definitely something wrong with the water.

She lowered her gaze, hiding the mocking smile at the corners of her lips. Then she replied gently, “If I drink water now, it might affect how I look on camera later.”

“Just one sip,” Ji Yanwan said, holding the bottle persistently.

Seeing how insistent she was, Fu Suihe reached out to take the bottle—but it didn’t move.

Fu Suihe looked puzzled. “What’s wrong?”

Her face looked completely sincere, matched with that cool and composed expression.

Ji Yanwan bit her tongue and forced herself to lie. “I… I want to feed you.”

They were standing right at the doorway. Behind them, the makeup and styling crew were still packing up. When they heard what the third Miss Ji had just said, they all kept their heads down and pretended they hadn’t heard anything.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Ji Yanwan regretted them. Realizing what she had said, she wished she could bite off her own tongue.

But the cool, moon-like Fu Suihe didn’t seem fazed.

Instead, she leaned in close, smiling faintly as she whispered in her ear, “Then feed me with your mouth… and I’ll drink it.”

As the words fell, Ji Yanwan’s face turned bright red in an instant.

Meng Jiayu, who had missed the whisper, glanced over and saw her friend’s flushed face. Her heart tightened with an odd feeling.

She reached out to take the bottle of water instead, but her hand grasped only empty air.

Watching Ji Yanwan clutch the water bottle tightly in her arms, Meng Jiayu looked annoyed. “Why are you guarding it like that? If she won’t drink it, give it to me.”

Ji Yanwan shook her head. “If you want a drink, ask Momo. This bottle is for Suihe.”

Meng Jiayu laughed, as if she had just heard a joke. “Momo? She’s just an actress. I got bored of her ages ago and tossed her aside.”

Her gaze drifted over to Fu Suihe, and she clicked her tongue with clear distaste.

Then she added, “Feelings are flimsy things. There are plenty of people who get married today and divorced tomorrow.”

Her tone was blunt and completely unapologetic. The makeup artist and stylist in the dressing room wished they could dig a hole and bury themselves. They were absolutely not brave enough to be witnesses to gossip this juicy.

Ji Yanwan frowned slightly, clearly disapproving. “There are couples who stay in love their whole lives too. You shouldn’t only look at the bad examples.”

“Maybe it’s because Miss Meng has never been loved before,”

Fu Suihe suddenly spoke.

She looked Meng Jiayu up and down, then let out a quiet, scornful laugh. “Only someone who’s never been loved would say something like that.”

“What did you just say?” Meng Jiayu’s face instantly darkened, her eyes filled with undisguised hostility.

Ji Yanwan instinctively stepped forward, standing between them as she gently shielded Fu Suihe.

She tried to ease the tension. “Suihe isn’t wrong. Your situation isn’t exactly common.”

Seeing her best friend standing across from her, Meng Jiayu’s expression turned even worse.

Just then, the sound of high heels clicked in the hallway.

Ji Mingtao stood with her hands on her hips, clearly irritated. “What are you all dawdling for? Get over here already!”

Her sharp voice snapped all three of them out of the moment. Ji Yanwan and Meng Jiayu were the first to respond, quickly agreeing with obedient nods.

Under her breath, Meng Jiayu muttered bitterly, “You’re ditching your best friend for a pretty face.”

Ji Yanwan shot back, “You’ll understand when you have a wife.”

The main hall was packed.

The guests mostly fell into two categories: those already working with the Ji family and those eager to land a deal.

Almost the entire business world had shown up.

It was also the first time in ten years that the four major families were gathered in one place.

Fu Leiwu moved around pouring drinks and chatting up Meng Xiangqi, the current head of the Meng family.

Seeing the obvious annoyance on Meng Xiangqi’s face, Meng Jiayu quickly dropped her attitude and walked over to sit beside her, saving her from Fu Leiwu’s chatter.

Meanwhile, Ji Yanwan lagged behind, holding Fu Suihe’s hand with one hand and a bottle of water in the other, walking carefully.

Although the event was labeled as Ji Yanwan’s engagement party, for many businessmen it was a golden opportunity to build connections.

The hall was filled with people holding wine glasses and chatting.

Only one person sat upright, her gaze fixed on the entrance.

As soon as she saw the pair dressed in black and white appear, she instinctively straightened in her seat.

That familiar face came back into view.

Zhao Mumu silently counted in her heart—it had been three years since they last saw each other.

The Alpha who had always stood out since their youth looked especially radiant today.

Zhao Mumu’s breath caught for a moment. That flutter of teenage affection stirred again in her heart—but before it could grow, it was snuffed out.

The once-straight pine tree was now leaning toward another moonlight glow.

Ji Yanwan held the hem of Fu Suihe’s gorgeous dress with one hand, and in the other she held the water bottle while gently supporting her by the arm.

Just as thoughtful as she had always been.

Zhao Mumu watched them interact with a kind of self-inflicted pain, her mind drifting back.

In the shadows of her lonely teenage years, Ji Yanwan had been her only source of warmth—the one who would cling to her classroom window, shamelessly delivering breakfast and telling jokes.

But now, that same girl had become someone else’s protector.

Ji Yanwan had no idea she was being watched. Her mind was focused on one thing: getting Fu Suihe to drink the water so the mission could be completed.

Fu Suihe, however, did notice.

She lifted her head and met Zhao Mumu’s gaze across the crowd.

It was a face much like her own—delicate and cool, dressed in white, with calm eyes and quiet grace.

She must be Zhao Mumu.

Fu Suihe smiled at her first.

But Zhao Mumu quickly looked away, avoiding Fu Suihe’s gaze—and also missing Ji Yanwan’s.

Ji Yanwan glanced around the crowd, confused. “What is it?”

Fu Suihe shook her head slightly, then looked at the water bottle still clenched in Ji Yanwan’s hand.

She smiled and asked, “You really want me to drink this water?”

Ji Yanwan froze, then gave an awkward laugh. “No… I just thought you might be thirsty.”

Fu Suihe chuckled gently and nodded. “I am, actually.”

Ji Yanwan’s eyes lit up. She quickly opened the bottle.

But just as she was about to hand it over, Fu Suihe added, “But I want you to feed me. Mouth to mouth.”

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