The Black Lotus Omega Always Wraps His Tail Around Me - Chapter 29

Once Ji Hesong spoke, no one dared to interrupt.

And just like that, the so-called “lightweight” couple was carried into the lounge.

Bai Li was thoroughly exhausted. The two people she dragged inside weren’t just tipsy—they were completely limp, without an ounce of strength.

By the time she finally maneuvered Fu Suihe onto the couch, she had broken into a full sweat.

She glanced at the two of them lying there, their eyes darting around while the rest of their bodies remained still. With a sigh, Bai Li stepped out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

The lounge was well-insulated, and once the door locked, the room became so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Ji Yanwan, having drunk the spiked water and then received an injection from Fu Suihe, found herself completely paralyzed. Only her eyes could move.

As she lay there wide-eyed, unable to speak, Bai Li returned.

“Bai Li,” Ji Yanwan called out weakly, her voice slow and strained. “Help me turn my head.”

Bai Li looked at the unconscious person she had been dragging, then at Ji Yanwan lying frozen on the couch. With no better option, she walked over and gently turned her head.

“Not that way. The other way,” Ji Yanwan groaned, stretching her voice into a long whine.

Although clearly annoyed, Bai Li still complied.

Now facing the other couch, Ji Yanwan found herself staring directly at Fu Suihe, who was lying stiffly with her eyes roaming around.

Before either could say anything, Bai Li took it upon herself to turn Fu Suihe’s head too, so they could see each other.

The two locked eyes. Their hands and feet were stuck in place, stretched out straight from the effects of the drug, looking eerily like characters from a horror movie.

Ji Yanwan suddenly remembered this was a known side effect of the paralytic and couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“Ha… ha… ha…” she wheezed slowly, her voice heavy and slurred.

Fu Suihe had slightly more mobility. She grunted, “You’re giving me goosebumps. Stop laughing.”

Ji Yanwan refused to stop, her mouth stuck in a slow-motion smile. “Ha… I… will… laugh.”

“You are so loud,” Fu Suihe complained. She rolled her eyes away and called out, “Miss Bai Li, please turn my head back. I don’t want to see her.”

“No… don’t…” Ji Yanwan protested from her spot on the couch.

“Then stop laughing,” Fu Suihe said.

“No… I… won’t… ha… ha…”

Meanwhile, Bai Li was still in the corner, having just kicked Cheng Qi into position after dragging her over. She let out a deep sigh. Handling Cheng Qi had been hard enough, and now she had to listen to these two bicker like children.

Just then, Cheng Qi slowly regained consciousness, groaning and rubbing her head.

“Where am I?”

Bai Li, without saying a word, calmly walked over and delivered a precise chop to the back of her neck. Cheng Qi instantly passed out again.

The two paralyzed women on the couch blinked in silence, having witnessed the entire thing.

Bai Li lifted her head, her eyes now carrying a hint of menace.

“Whose head do I need to turn next?”

Fu Suihe swallowed hard. Ji Yanwan swallowed too.

“No need,” Fu Suihe whispered.

“No… need… thank you,” Ji Yanwan added slowly.

Bai Li gave a curt nod, grabbed Cheng Qi under the arms, and dragged her out of the room again.

She moved quickly and efficiently. The thick carpet showed no trace that anyone had been dragged across it.

As the door clicked shut, the two women on the couch stared at each other in silence, no longer daring to argue.

Fu Suihe spoke first.

“Why did you drug me?”

Ji Yanwan replied in her slow, slurred tone. “Why… did… you… inject… me?”

Her drawn-out speech made Fu Suihe wince. The drug she had chosen was strong, and now she regretted it. Every word sounded like nails being scraped across a chalkboard.

Fu Suihe frowned and snapped, “Stop talking. I’ll speak. You nod or shake your head.”

Ji Yanwan blinked twice, then said, “No… I… won’t.”

“If you say one more word, I swear I’ll hit you,” Fu Suihe threatened. She gave up pretending to be gentle.

She had needed to socialize at today’s event. She knew something was wrong the moment Ji Yanwan tried to feed her that water. When she wiped her mouth afterward, she had spit it into a napkin.

She hadn’t expected Ji Yanwan to have a backup plan and end up drugging herself. Her original intention had been to knock Ji Yanwan out and carry her off the stage.

But instead…

The more Fu Suihe thought about it, the angrier she got. But she couldn’t move either, so all she could do was glare.

“I hate you,” she growled.

The tone was sharp, but coming from a completely immobilized woman lying on a couch, it only made her look endearing.

Ji Yanwan tried to smirk but failed. She simply said, “Ha… ha…”

They glared at each other for another thirty minutes.

Eventually, Fu Suihe regained full control of her body.

She sat up, tested her limbs, and the first thing she did was walk over and physically turn Ji Yanwan’s head away from her.

The drug Ji Yanwan had taken would last two full hours, which meant Fu Suihe had ninety minutes of freedom left to rejoin the event.

Her frustration melted away. She walked over to the vanity and happily began fixing her makeup.

Ji Yanwan, her head now facing the mirror, blinked. What?

Fu Suihe had always been beautiful, but with a bit of touch-up, she looked even more radiant.

After applying her lipstick, she capped it and turned around—only to find Ji Yanwan’s unblinking eyes staring directly at her.

Looking at the person paralyzed on the couch, Fu Suihe clicked her tongue twice and shook her head. Then she raised two fingers to her lips, blew a kiss, and said cheerfully, “Bye-bye!”

With that, she turned and left. The sound of the door clicking shut cut off the words Ji Yanwan hadn’t managed to say.

Left alone on the sofa, body still frozen stiff, Ji Yanwan cursed the world silently in her heart.

The banquet hall was full of guests, but the Ji sisters were nowhere to be seen.

Fu Suihe took a glass of wine from a passing server and let her gaze wander among the guests.

Dinner had already been served, but no one was focused on the food. Instead, people were wandering around with glasses in hand, socializing and networking.

She looked toward the table where she and Ji Yanwan had been sitting earlier. The dishes were untouched, but the people were gone.

Standing in place, she scanned the room, noticing that someone seemed to be staring at her persistently. But when she turned to look, she couldn’t spot who it was.

At some point, Fu Leiwu had moved to a nearby table and was now chatting enthusiastically with a group while holding a wine glass.

Just as Fu Suihe was searching the crowd for someone, a tissue appeared in front of her.

The hand offering it was slender and elegant, with a small, delicate pearl bracelet around the wrist.

Fu Suihe didn’t take the tissue. Instead, she looked up at the person holding it.

It was none other than Zhao Mumu—Ji Yanwan’s former first love, the Omega she could never have.

Zhao Mumu had long black hair tucked behind her ear and round, bright almond-shaped eyes. Her face was lightly made up and radiated gentleness.

She smiled softly, not at all bothered by Fu Suihe’s hesitation.

Sensing the wariness in Fu Suihe’s expression, Zhao Mumu said, “Miss Fu, have you not eaten yet? If you don’t mind, you’re welcome to sit at my table.”

Fu Suihe was a little caught off guard. She glanced past Zhao Mumu and noticed the people at her table hadn’t eaten much either.

Just as she was about to refuse, a familiar figure caught her eye. She accepted the tissue and gave Zhao Mumu a polite smile.

“Sure. I’m actually getting a little hungry.”

Zhao Mumu seemed surprised by her agreement but quickly smiled and stepped aside to make room for her.

Their table was one of the few where people weren’t mingling with wine glasses in hand.

As soon as Fu Suihe arrived, most of the people at the table looked at her in surprise.

Fu Suihe gave them her signature warm smile and said gently, “If you don’t mind, may I sit here?”

The soft lighting fell on her shoulders and hair. The feathered accessory on her head seemed to glow, making her look especially warm and delicate.

Everyone was momentarily stunned by her presence. No one responded until Zhao Mumu stepped forward, took Fu Suihe’s hand, and invited her to sit.

“Don’t worry about it, Suihe. Just sit here. Everyone at this table is a friend of mine.”

Her hand and voice were both warm and genuine, making her seem entirely harmless.

Fu Suihe responded by gently holding her hand in return and sitting down politely.

The man to Fu Suihe’s left was the first to react. He tapped his forehead and asked, “Miss Fu, didn’t you take a role in a xianxia drama a while back? But something came up, and filming stopped, right?”

The speaker was a small-framed Omega with pale skin and twin dimples when he smiled.

Fu Suihe tilted her head, slightly puzzled. “Yes, I was cast as the master.”

The man beamed. His cheeks flushed as he said, “Miss Fu, I’m An Da, the screenwriter of that show.”

Eagerly, he pulled out his phone and scrolled to a photo of Fu Suihe in costume. He couldn’t stop praising her. “It really is you. Your versatility is incredible!”

The photo showed her dressed as a cold, ethereal figure in white robes with a jade crown circling her long black hair.

But compared to the elegant white dress she wore now, the two images were complete opposites.

Her current look was luxurious yet graceful. The feathery hairpiece added a playful charm. Every gesture was filled with the delicate beauty of a young woman.

As soon as An Da opened the picture, everyone at the table leaned in curiously to take a look.

Fu Suihe looked a little embarrassed and shifted her gaze to the woman sitting beside An Da.

The woman noticed and lifted her wine glass, smiling warmly. “Do you still remember me, Suihe?”

Fu Suihe lifted her own glass and smiled politely. “Of course, Miss He.”

An Da’s hands paused mid-motion. His mind began spinning again before he blurted out, “You two worked together, didn’t you? Miss He played the third female lead in her breakout series Blooming on Silk.”

His sudden outburst triggered the others’ memories.

Everyone at the table worked in the screenwriting industry. Miss He was a well-known veteran, and her series Blooming on Silk had won countless awards, solidifying her place in the field.

An Da, a rising star, had poured his heart into his fantasy drama. But due to Momo’s contract breach and the departure of both leads, the show was put on indefinite hold.

Privately, An Da had always wanted Fu Suihe to return as the Master character, which was why he had been glancing at her earlier. He hadn’t expected Zhao Mumu to bring her over so directly.

Zhao Mumu watched the growing excitement at the table. She lifted her glass and said softly, “Just so everyone knows, I brought Suihe here. So I get to speak first.”

An Da glanced at his friend, eyes full of anticipation.

Fu Suihe, who had just been chatting with Miss He, put down her chopsticks and looked toward Zhao Mumu, waiting for her to continue.

Zhao Mumu took a small sip of wine. Her cheeks flushed immediately.

“I wonder, Suihe, do you have any availability coming up?”

Fu Suihe celebrated internally with a silent cheer but kept her expression composed and confused.

“Why do you ask?” she said mildly.

“I think you’re incredibly versatile,” Zhao Mumu replied. “I was wondering if I could ask for your availability. I have a script I’d love to discuss with you.”

It was exactly what she’d expected. Fu Suihe concealed her delight and lightly furrowed her brows, pretending to hesitate.

Miss He stepped in to help. “Suihe, I know you’re an outstanding actress. Mumu is one of my students, and her script is truly impressive. I think you’d be perfect for the role.”

“You’ve just left your old agency, haven’t you? Maybe this is the right time to try something new.”

Her tone was sincere, and her words were tactful.

Fu Suihe was tempted but didn’t accept right away.

She replied with hesitation, “Thank you, Miss He and Miss Zhao, for thinking of me. But as you may have heard, I’ve been dealing with some personal matters lately. So I can’t give you a definite answer just yet.”

Zhao Mumu looked slightly disappointed. She pulled out her phone and asked, “Can we exchange contact info, then? Feel free to reach out whenever you’re ready.”

Fu Suihe nodded and saved her number.

Fu Suihe raised an eyebrow as she noticed a new friend request notification.

The profile picture of this new contact was a planet. It looked exactly like the planet-shaped brooch Ji Yanwan often wore.

Finally free from the effects of the drug, Ji Yanwan got up.

For the past hour and a half, she’d been furiously trying to talk to the system. The cold and distant system only responded occasionally with one or two lines.

Just as she was rubbing her sore waist, a soft chime rang in her mind.

[System]: Hello dear, the force majeure mentioned refers to the host losing physical autonomy, including but not limited to injury, disability, or death.

Ji Yanwan blinked in confusion. “But I wasn’t hurt, disabled, or dead just now.”

[System]: But you did lose physical autonomy. It applied to your body, remember?

Ji Yanwan gave a slight nod and didn’t continue asking.

But a thought crept into her mind: the last time she got drunk, she technically lost control of her body too, yet the mission still counted. So why was this time different?

She didn’t question the system further. The whole thing felt vaguely off.

Stretching her arms and wrists, her stomach growled at the perfect moment.

During the two hours she’d been lying down, the sun had already set.

She opened the door and stepped into a corridor bathed in warm orange-red hues from the evening sky.

Her gaze landed on the closed door across the hall. She recalled the blown kiss Fu Suihe had left her with before disappearing.

Reaching out, she tried to open the rest area door—but nothing happened.

Was no one inside? Or was someone deliberately avoiding her?

She tried again and again, but the door didn’t budge. She asked a staff member to bring her a key. Just as she was sliding the key into the lock, Bai Li suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Seeing Ji Yanwan’s unlocking motion, Bai Li’s expression changed. “Miss Ji, wait—”

But she was too late.

Ji Yanwan had already pushed the door open. A powerful burst of orange-scented pheromones rushed out at her.

Mixed in with the citrusy Omega scent was the unmistakable scent of fir wood—an Alpha’s pheromone.

What she saw inside left her completely frozen.

Fu Suihe wasn’t in the room, but her two elder sisters were.

Her gentle and graceful eldest sister was lying on the sofa, head tilted back, eyes closed. Her teeth were tightly biting her lip, and her jaw was lifted in a way that suggested she was struggling to hold back overwhelming sensations.

Ji Yanwan hadn’t even had time to react when a pair of eyes met hers, sharp and full of warning.

Ji Mingtao, stunning in any situation, was currently licking away the tears that had slid down the face of the woman beneath her.

“If you’ve seen enough, get out.”

Ji Yanwan shuddered and slammed the door shut in a panic.

She could’ve sworn she heard a familiar voice just before the door closed.

“Yanwan…”

That voice, usually soft like a spring breeze, now sounded like bitter orange juice, squeezed out through force and pain.

The shock was overwhelming.

Ji Yanwan suddenly understood what the “bone, internal medicine” section in the system report had referred to. It had always been about them.

Bai Li sighed, her expression mixed with helplessness. “Miss Ji, rather than being shocked, I think you should go take a look at the east corridor.”

Just like that, she disappeared again, just as suddenly as she had appeared.

Meanwhile, the banquet hall remained lively and bustling.

The dining tables had been cleared, and as night fell, the venue had transformed into a cocktail party.

Now that business interests were on the table, everyone seemed to have an endless supply of things to talk about.

Fu Suihe stood among a group of directors, holding her wine glass by the base.

After thanking Zhao Mumu, she began seeking out directors she had worked with in the past.

But because of her recent contract termination, most people were avoiding her.

Suppressing the growing sense of disgust in her chest, Fu Suihe headed toward one particular director with whom she had collaborated before.

He was a two-time award winner and relatively well-known in the industry, although he was quite visibly balding.

He stood alone at the corridor balcony, seemingly just finished with a conversation, letting the breeze cool him off.

Fu Suihe engaged him in conversation and had barely introduced her purpose when she was interrupted.

They stood near a hotel balcony, separated from the lively main hall by a glass door, which muffled most of the noise.

The sky had grown dark, and the only sounds were the occasional night breeze. A soft glow seeped through the door crack from the brightly lit banquet room behind them.

The balding, sleazy director was clearly drunk. Seeing that no one else was around, he swayed with a wine glass in hand, slurring,
“Fu Suihe, it’s not like I’m not giving you a chance. You know how the entertainment industry works. If you want to move up, you know what it takes.”

He let out a greasy smile and finished the wine in his glass in one gulp. Then he turned to refill it.

As he poured himself another drink, a small white pill slipped through his fingers. It dropped silently into the glass and quickly disappeared at the bottom.

He pushed the freshly filled glass toward Fu Suihe, his eyes full of desire.

That drink was more than just wine. It was the so-called gateway to her next script.

Fu Suihe clenched her back teeth, weighing her options in silence.

Seeing her frozen in thought, the director didn’t press her. He swirled his glass lazily, grinning with arrogance.

Suddenly, a shadow dressed in black pressed up against Fu Suihe’s back. The timing was so precise that it blocked the breeze at the doorway and shut out the last bit of light in the room.

A pair of slender arms reached forward. Under the cool moonlight, the long, fair fingers looked as perfect as jade.

Those delicate fingertips took the swirling wine glass directly from in front of her.

In the blink of an eye, the wine inside splashed all over the director’s face and head.

Ji Yanwan let out a cold laugh, then smashed the empty glass against the director’s head.

The smell of blood spread quickly through the air.

The director was ready to explode in anger, but when he saw who it was, his expression changed completely. He sobered up instantly and clutched his bleeding head, trembling.

“Third Miss…” he stammered in fear.

Ji Yanwan’s eyes, sharp and stunning, were filled with cold fury.

“Get out,” she said.

Holding his head, the director scrambled away, crawling and stumbling. He didn’t forget to mutter thanks as he fled.

The scent of blood lingered in the air, refusing to fade even after he left.

Fu Suihe looked at the woman in front of her and instinctively stepped back until she bumped against the metal railing behind her.

But the cold touch she expected never came. Instead, a pair of warm arms wrapped around her waist. What followed was a familiar, comforting embrace and the scent of her alpha’s pheromones.

Ji Yanwan held her tightly, slowly pulling her forward until she was standing face to face with her.

They were so close, just a breath apart. If Fu Suihe lifted her head even slightly, their faces would touch.

She wasn’t sure if it was the heat cycle combined with the night air or simple fear, but Ji Yanwan could feel her trembling softly in her arms.

Watching the white feathers of her dress quiver in the darkness, Ji Yanwan let out a cold laugh.

“You gave yourself that injection just so you could be alone with another alpha in here?”

“Is my mark fading?”

“Do you need me to fix that for you?”