The Black Lotus Omega Always Wraps His Tail Around Me - Chapter 32

Bai Li moved quickly.

On a quiet weekend morning, while Ji Yanwan was sipping the porridge Fu Suihe had carefully prepared, a new script was handed to her.

It was from a major IP, and the production quality was exceptional. The investors were generous, and the approval file clearly showed that it was a five-billion-yuan production.

Fu Suihe looked at the director’s name and gasped.
“Director Fei? I thought he had gone into seclusion and wasn’t taking any more projects?”

Ji Yanwan held the red-stamped approval document in her hands. Then she glanced at Bai Li, who had just returned from her run and brought back a cup of soy milk.

“Sis, I know about the script. But what’s this?” Ji Yanwan flipped through the red-topped file.
“Is it illegal to leak something like this?”

Bai Li placed the soy milk on the table and silently pushed a cup in front of Ji Yanwan.
“It’s fine. Ji Corporation is one of the investors.”

She pushed one cup forward for Ji Yanwan and kept the other for herself. She did not offer any to Fu Suihe.

Fu Suihe noticed that subtle gesture.

Ji Yanwan placed the official document aside, her expression full of surprise.
“My sisters already know about this?”

Of course they did. Nothing could be hidden from the two of them.

Bai Li gave a simple response.
“President Ji thinks it’s time you focused on something meaningful again.”

After saying that, she lowered her head and began eating breakfast without looking up again.

Fu Suihe began flipping through the script. The title was poetic: Dark Bloom.

The tone of the story was heavy and artistic. The female lead, Fu He, approached a quiet painter named Lu Ming with a secret mission. She pretended to fall in love with him, designing the entire romance as part of her plan. But by the time the truth came to light, Lu Ming had already fallen deeply in love with her.

Lu Ming had grown up in a cold and oppressive household. To him, Fu He had become a source of warmth and salvation. Even after learning the truth, he chose to stay.

Despite having someone else by his side, Zhao Zhao, who loved him quietly, Lu Ming still chose Fu He.

He forgave her lies and her manipulation.

In the end, Fu He completed her task by stealing the targeted painting and disappeared without a trace.

Crushed by both the betrayal and her absence, Lu Ming set fire to all of his paintings and ended his life along with them.

After completing the mission, Fu He abandoned her work as an assassin and returned to the café where she had first met Lu Ming.

The owner handed her a gift box, saying it had been left by Lu Ming.

Inside was a painting.

A deep red flower bloomed against a black background.

Fu He burned the painting and vanished.

That was how the story ended.

After reading the final page, Fu Suihe glanced at the name of the screenwriter.

Ji Yanwan, who had been leaning on her shoulder the entire time, exhaled quietly.
“Zhao Mumu?”

After the last failed mission, Ji Yanwan had grown cautious. She hadn’t expected Zhao Mumu to still be involved.

Bai Li, still eating her breakfast, answered calmly.
“The Zhao family also invested in this project.”

Ji Yanwan gave a quiet sound of acknowledgment and lowered her head to eat her porridge. The story had hit too close to home. Reading it felt like looking in a mirror. She had also approached Fu Suihe with a mission.

She stirred the porridge in her bowl, suddenly losing her appetite.

If Fu Suihe ever found out that her presence was part of a greater plan, would she still forgive her the way Lu Ming forgave Fu He?

The thought left Ji Yanwan feeling choked and unsettled.

She didn’t want to hurt Fu Suihe. At first, that was because of guilt. But now, things had changed.

She sighed, a long and quiet breath.

Somewhere along the way, she had started to fall for Fu Suihe.

She looked up, only to find Fu Suihe also staring blankly at the script, her gaze fixed on Fu He’s final monologue. She hadn’t moved in a long time.

The atmosphere around the table had grown heavy and silent. Bai Li looked at the two quiet women, then at the soy milk she had pushed toward them.

She finally said,
“If you’re not eating, at least drink some soy milk.”

The words pulled Ji Yanwan back to the moment. She glanced at the porridge in front of her, the one Fu Suihe had made just for her.

Then she thought about the story again, and about her own task. She shook her head and said,
“You drink it. Suihe made the porridge. I promised her I’d finish it.”

She lowered her head again and began eating seriously.

Bai Li glanced at the bowl, already more than half-empty, and gave a soft sound of acknowledgment without speaking further.

Fu Suihe finally returned to her senses. She reached out and took the soy milk.
“I’ll have it then. Thank you on Ah-wan’s behalf, Miss Bai.”

Bai Li watched her with a polite smile that gave away nothing.

But deep down, Bai Li scoffed coldly.
“I’m really curious,” she thought to herself, “why doesn’t Miss Fu ever eat the food she makes?”

Her eyes fixed on Fu Suihe with a gaze that didn’t bother to hide the suspicion.

Fu Suihe smiled gently but turned her head to avoid the look.

Still drinking her porridge, Ji Yanwan frowned slightly and explained,
“Suihe’s afraid of gaining weight. She said she has to keep her figure for the camera.”

Fu Suihe immediately replied, “Yes, and honestly, I cook meals especially for Ah-wan. She is too thin. She needs to eat well and build her strength.”

Bai Li gave a cold snort. “Is that really true, Miss Fu?”

Sensing the tension rising at the table, Ji Yanwan quickly intervened. “Of course it is. Otherwise, why would Suihe get up so early every day just to cook?”

“Come on, sis, you don’t understand. That is the benefit of being married. They say you gain happy weight after tying the knot. At this rate, Suihe will feed me up for sure.”

Ji Yanwan finished her sentence and lifted her empty bowl toward Fu Suihe. “I ate it all!”

Fu Suihe smiled and leaned over to plant a soft kiss at the corner of Ji Yanwan’s lips. “Good girl.”

That sweet hint of affection made Ji Yanwan’s heart melt. Her cheeks warmed with a blush.

Watching that affectionate exchange, Bai Li rolled her eyes, stood up, and walked away.

Before stepping out, she picked up the script contract. “If you both think this script is good, get ready. Filming starts this afternoon.”

Ji Yanwan looked at Fu Suihe, excitement shining in her eyes.

Fu Suihe nodded and said, “Alright. Please thank our sisters for me.”

She emphasized “thank our sisters.”

Ji Yanwan chimed in politely, “Yes, thank you, sisters!”

Bai Li raised an eyebrow and glanced at Fu Suihe.

Fu Suihe met her gaze, offering a gentle smile.

Bai Li turned her attention to Ji Yanwan one last time, then quietly left.

The drama is set in a small town.

With its massive budget, the production recreated every detail exactly as described in the script.

Whether intentionally or not, the filming took place in Wuzhen, a rainy town in the south.

The long, gloomy rainy season felt like spring refusing to leave.

On their way to the set, Ji Yanwan and Fu Suihe encountered one of those downpours.

Raindrops struck the windows, splashing into petals and then forming thin streams that ran down the glass.

As the sky darkened, the sound of rain woke a big yawn from Ji Yanwan.

Next to her, Fu Suihe sat quietly reading. A small pot of tea bubbled softly nearby.

Across from them, Abu had already dozed off in a lounge chair.

Earlier that morning, after Bai Li mentioned going on set, Abu had come by the house.

Since Fu Suihe was dropped from FU Entertainment, Abu’s job had been suspended as well.

That very night, Fu Suihe called her, and Abu resigned from FU Entertainment too.

Fu Suihe kept paying her salary and gave her extended leave.

It wasn’t until last night that Fu Suihe invited her to return to work.

It was Abu’s first time heading to Wuzhen, so she prepared meticulously for the trip.

She had packed everything—clothes, snacks, medicine—before Bai Li’s call arrived.

Outside, the rain intensified. Drops battered the windows and thunder occasionally rolled through the sky.

Ji Yanwan tore her gaze from the rain and poured tea carefully.

But when she handed a cup to Fu Suihe, she noticed something was wrong.

Fu Suihe had not turned a single page in her book.

Her body was shaking.

Alarmed, Ji Yanwan set down the cup. “What’s wrong?”

No response.

Only the steady background of rain and thunder filled the car.

A flash of lightning lit up the interior.

Ji Yanwan crouched down beside her.

Lightning revealed Fu Suihe’s pale, frightened face. Her eyes were tightly shut, sweat dotted her forehead, and her hands trembled visibly.

“Suihe?” Ji Yanwan gently grasped her hand. “Are you scared of thunder?”

Still no reply.

Ji Yanwan didn’t ask again. She stood up and drew her into a tight embrace, feeling the quake of her body.

The thunder grew louder outside. Fu Suihe trembled harder.

Ji Yanwan closed the curtains and held her close, speaking softly. “You’re safe. When I was little, grandpa used to sing to me during storms. Let me sing to you.”

She gently rubbed Fu Suihe’s head while humming a simple lullaby.

Only the sound of her voice softened the storm around them.

After a long while, her voice hoarse from singing, Fu Suihe began to move.

She lifted her head to look at Ji Yanwan. Her fox-like eyes were filled with tears in the dim light.

She was still extremely pale and struck the light with a steady gaze.

Ji Yanwan felt her chest tighten with emotion.

She hugged her all the tighter, softly comforting her.

At that moment, Fu Suihe gently tugged Ji Yanwan’s sleeve.

Looking down, Ji Yanwan met her tear-wet peach-blossom eyes.

“Hold me,” Fu Suihe whispered, voice barely shaking.

Just as Ji Yanwan moved to embrace her again, Fu Suihe stepped back just slightly.

She repeated again, “Hug me.”

Ji Yanwan’s heart trembled. She lowered herself and held her close once more.

This time, Fu Suihe gripped her so tightly it felt like she wanted to blend their bones together.

The thunder still rumbled outside, but Fu Suihe noticed the discomfort in her body had eased.

Foxes fear rain and thunder. It was her nature.

When she was a child, her mother held her gently, patted her back, and sang softly to help calm her.

Until that tragic day, when her den was destroyed and her mother lay in a pool of blood, never waking again.

Her loving mother became a small token on her red string collar.

After that, every dreadful rainy night, Fu Suihe would curl up in her tail, pretending her mother was still with her.

But today was different. Ji Yanwan held her tight and sang her to calm her.

Though the singing was not nearly as beautiful as her mother’s, the embrace was something she had not felt in a long time.

A wave of guilt swept over her, but she pushed it down.

Ji Yanwan kept patting her back and soothing her in a warm voice.

As she listened to that soft, husky tone and smelled her gentle scent, Fu Suihe opened her mouth and gently bit her gland.

Ji Yanwan froze. The lullaby stopped abruptly.

The omega’s bite continued, locked onto her gland.

Ji Yanwan smelled the floral pheromone drifting in the air. She glanced at Abu, who was still asleep on the sofa.

The bite turned into gentle licks.

Her warm tongue circled the gland, soft and careful, like a fish seeking water.

Ji Yanwan tightened her arms, standing up suddenly.

As she rose, the omega’s legs wrapped around her.

The small carriage compartment closed behind them.

Soft nibbling stopped as the omega turned and kissed Ji Yanwan firmly.

No lights were on, and all the curtains were drawn, making the compartment pitch dark.

Ji Yanwan felt uneasy in the complete darkness. She reached out, searching for a light switch.

Instead, her hand brushed something soft and furry.

At the same moment, Fu Suihe’s fingers found hers.

Their hands locked tightly.

The faint spark in Ji Yanwan’s heart faded as she adjusted to the darkness.

Her voice was hoarse. She had sung so much and kissed so deeply.

Fu Suihe whispered beside her ear, guiding her toward the bed.

Ji Yanwan’s ears burned with warmth.

The room grew hot, smelling of intimacy, drowning out the sound of thunder.

The rain poured all night.

Slowly, they woke up as sunlight filtered through the curtains.

Ji Yanwan rubbed her eyes and saw Fu Suihe still curled against her neck.

Suihe had shifted a lot during sleep, taking most of the blanket.

After everything that happened yesterday, she slept soundly now.

Ji Yanwan stayed still to let her rest.

She took in the tiny compartment around them — just a bed with no other furniture.

Then she heard a soft knock at the door.

Instinctively, she covered Fu Suihe’s ears.

Silence fell. Then someone gently called, “Suihe sister, are you awake?”

No response. Abu quietly pushed open the partition door.

The lingering scent in the air told her everything. Abu looked at Ji Yanwan with wide eyes.

Alphas carried a natural aura of power, especially now.

Abu swallowed and shivered. She could not say why, but she had always felt unsure around Ji Yanwan.

Inside the cramped space lay two embraced bodies, marked by the night.

Fu Suihe was still nestled in Ji Yanwan’s arms, pale and trembling.

Abu’s face turned red, and she hurriedly backed out of the room.

Even though she closed the door very gently, it still made a noise.

Fu Suihe let out a soft murmur and slowly opened her eyes.

Ji Yanwan looked at the person in her arms, watching as she opened her eyes. She leaned down and gave her a kiss.

“Good morning,” Ji Yanwan said softly.

Still not fully awake, Fu Suihe rubbed her eyes. Her voice was hoarse, but she smiled as she mumbled, “Good morning.”

The end of her voice was soft, like a little hook that tugged at the heart.

Ji Yanwan’s heart stirred. She leaned down again and kissed her once more.

After the two of them finished getting ready for the day, Abu had already reheated breakfast three times. When she saw the door open, she looked up.

Fu Suihe was clinging to Ji Yanwan like a little pendant, refusing to let go.

Abu remembered the marks on Fu Suihe’s body and cleared her throat awkwardly.

“Come eat,” she said.

The breakfast had been bought from a nearby shop that morning, but after being reheated so many times, the flatbread had turned soft.

Even so, Ji Yanwan’s appetite was stirred. After she washed up, she went over and sat down.

Fu Suihe was still in the bathroom and had not come out yet. Abu seemed a bit uncomfortable.

Ji Yanwan glanced around the RV and finally asked the question she had been holding back all night.

“Abu, do you have a cat in the RV?”

Abu hadn’t expected Ji Yanwan to speak to her and stared blankly for a moment before replying, “No.”

“I see,” Ji Yanwan responded softly, frowning slightly.

If there wasn’t a cat, then what was that soft, furry thing she felt last night?

Was it just her imagination?

Ji Yanwan was completely lost in her thoughts about the soft touch from last night. She didn’t notice that Abu had already gotten up and left.

The bathroom space was very small.

After entering, Abu had to struggle just to close the door behind her.

Fu Suihe was raising her arms to tie her hair. There was a very obvious bite mark on her neck. Abu noticed it and blushed again.

“Abu, order a bouquet of flowers and send it to the Cheng family. Make sure it’s addressed to Cheng Qi,” Fu Suihe said.

Abu had been staring at the bite mark and was caught off guard by the instruction. She responded with a confused sound.

Fu Suihe added, “Red roses. Sign the card as Eno Ji.”

Eno Ji. Abu frowned slightly as she tried to match the name with someone in her memory.

“Miss Ji?” she asked uncertainly.

Fu Suihe didn’t answer.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her lips gently lifting into a faint smile.

Abu’s gaze followed and landed on the reflection in the mirror. More precisely, it fell on the woman in the mirror. Even without any makeup and wearing the most ordinary home clothes, Fu Suihe was still so beautiful that it was hard to look away.

Abu stared at that faint smile in the mirror, her mind slightly dazed.

She couldn’t help but remember the first time she met Fu Suihe. She had looked just as radiant and dazzling.

By the time Abu snapped out of it, the smile in the mirror had already disappeared.

Fu Suihe had finished getting ready and opened the door to leave the room.

The small space did not feel any bigger, even with one person gone.

Abu stood in front of the mirror, unable to pull herself out of her thoughts for a long time.