The Black Lotus Omega Always Wraps His Tail Around Me - Chapter 51

Ji Yanwan’s body froze. Her hand, mid-motion as she unbuttoned her shirt, stopped completely.

Her mind was working overtime, trying to suppress the overwhelming urge to turn around and hold Fu Suihe tightly. She kept silently repeating to herself, “She’s just an NPC. She’s just an NPC.”

Fu Suihe continued to hug her from behind. When she received no response after a long time, her expression darkened, and she slowly let go.

The warmth behind Ji Yanwan disappeared, and she finally allowed herself a quiet breath. Her palms were marked with crescent-shaped bruises from how tightly she had been clenching them.

She didn’t know why, but the moment Fu Suihe leaned into her, she had felt an overpowering urge to return the hug, a desire so invasive it nearly took over her entire being.

But she held it back with sheer willpower.

Now, with nothing but silence behind her, Ji Yanwan didn’t dare turn around. She quickly changed clothes and left the room without looking back.

Fu Suihe, still seated, never looked her in the eyes again. She didn’t even try to awaken the love parasite.

Downstairs, the set was already prepared.

With the shoot approaching its final stage, even the usually easygoing Chen Fei had grown strict. His tone became impatient, his instructions sharper.

This scene was about Lu Ming discovering that Fu He had approached her with ulterior motives. After struggling between reason and emotion, she ultimately chose love.

She let Fu He lie to her. She allowed herself to be lowered, humiliated by the one she loved.

Ji Yanwan sat in the makeup room as thoughts swirled endlessly in her mind.

Logically speaking, Fu Suihe should be angry with her. Why was she the one apologizing and acting soft? It was so uncharacteristic, it felt strange.

In the crew, the two of them had frequent small conflicts. Fu Suihe was always the more spoiled, demanding one.

She would make Ji Yanwan kneel in front of everyone to help her change shoes. She once sent her to buy drinks from a tea shop more than twenty minutes away, knowing it didn’t deliver, and gave her only a thirty-minute break.

Even a small joke from Ji Yanwan could trigger a cold war that lasted for days, one that only ended when she bowed her head and apologized.

But this time, despite being the one wronged, Fu Suihe had taken the initiative to apologize. It was beyond strange.

Still deep in thought, Ji Yanwan was suddenly pulled back to reality when her phone buzzed twice on the table.

Two messages appeared on the screen:

Be careful of Fu Suihe. She’s going to kill you.
She’s poisoned your food and placed a parasite inside you. She even planned to drown you. If you want to stay alive, stay away from Zhao Mumu.

The messages came from an unknown number.

Ji Yanwan frowned. If Fu Suihe wanted to kill her, what did Zhao Mumu have to do with it?

Suspicious, she called the number, but after a few rings, her phone notified her that the number did not exist.

Under normal circumstances, Ji Yanwan would have dismissed it as a prank. After all, Fu Suihe and Zhao Mumu had absolutely no connection. The idea that both would try to kill her was as likely as winning the lottery.

But the mention of a parasite…

Ji Yanwan opened her browser and looked it up. The more she read, the deeper her frown became.

The descriptions were fantastical. Victims of love parasites became obsessively devoted to the one who placed it, unable to love anyone else. If they did fall for someone else or disobey the one who cast it, they would suffer excruciating pain, even bleed from the eyes and ears.

There was no scientific basis for any of it, and it all read like a bad online rumor. Still, Ji Yanwan couldn’t stop herself from scrolling.

She remembered a time she bought a “wild gourd doll” online. The seller had promised that it would randomly hatch one of seven mystical siblings. When she opened the package, it was empty. She had angrily contacted the seller, who calmly replied that what she received was the invisible sixth sibling.

It sounded almost convincing. Almost.

Ji Yanwan wasn’t sure what to believe. But somewhere deep inside, a small voice whispered that in a world where she had already been transported into a book, nothing was too strange to be possible.

The message felt like a stone dropped into a still lake, stirring ripples in her heart.

Her stylist had just finished touching up her makeup, and Chen Fei was already calling for the next scene.

She carefully moved the messages into her trash folder and changed her lock screen password before slipping the phone into her pocket.

The moment she stepped out of the dressing room, she bumped into someone walking out from the other side.

It was Fu Suihe.

Her makeup was done, and it looked like she had either just finished or had been waiting for her on purpose. Ji Yanwan froze at the sight of her, her body going rigid as she remembered the messages.

Fu Suihe caught the stiffness in her expression and smiled coldly to herself, but on the surface, she approached as if nothing were wrong and reached out to hold her hand.

Her fingers wrapped around the back of Ji Yanwan’s hand.

Usually, Ji Yanwan would return the gesture, but now all she felt was fear.

She finally understood why Fu Suihe hadn’t lost her temper this time.

It was because she was planning something worse.

Now, Ji Yanwan dared not resist. She let Fu Suihe take her hand, quietly cooperating. She was too afraid that the love parasite might be real, and that even a single act of disobedience would cause her to bleed from every orifice.

The upcoming scene matched her emotions all too well.

Fu He and Lu Ming shared a kiss, and Fu He walked away to prepare coffee.

Lu Ming, still drawing, was immersed in the sweetness of being loved, completely unaware that the person she trusted was mixing sleeping pills into her drink.

The scene was completed in a single take. As Fu He stirred the coffee, Lu Ming colored in a heart on her sketchpad.

Chen Fei, who had kept a tense expression the entire morning, finally cracked a smile and clapped his hands.

He called for a break.

Ji Yanwan let out a quiet breath and glanced at Fu Suihe, who had just changed into the next scene’s outfit.

She was still stunning. The black night suit hugged her figure, and her hair was tied up high. She looked sharp and composed, radiating a natural grace.

As if sensing the gaze, Fu Suihe looked up, and their eyes met again.

She smiled, and her eyes brightened.

Ji Yanwan was caught off guard and froze.

Before she could react, her hand was gently lifted by Fu Suihe, who brought it up slowly until her palm rested against her face.

Fu Suihe’s face was small, her cheek fitting perfectly in Ji Yanwan’s hand. But she didn’t let go. Instead, she placed her hand on top, pressing their palms closer.

Ji Yanwan asked softly, “What is it?”

“Big sister,” Fu Suihe whispered, then rose on her toes.

Their lips touched in a gentle kiss. It was soft, almost hesitant. Fu Suihe didn’t press further, only brushed her lips lightly, testing for a reaction.

When Ji Yanwan didn’t move, she grew a little bolder and flicked her tongue out, a tentative invitation.

She was like a kitten that had bitten someone out of anger and now returned to beg for forgiveness.

Ji Yanwan let her do as she pleased but gave no response.

Disappointed, Fu Suihe’s eyes dimmed. She stepped back, ready to leave.

But just as she turned, Ji Yanwan reached out and pulled her into a hug.

Fu Suihe’s eyes lit up with surprise and joy.

But the joy didn’t last.

Ji Yanwan leaned in and bit her lip.

Fu Suihe flinched slightly. When Ji Yanwan pulled away, her lips were red and slightly swollen.

Seeing the result, Ji Yanwan couldn’t help but smile.

Fu Suihe’s lips looked even redder now, almost as if they might bleed. Her fox-like eyes shimmered with moisture, as if she had been wronged.

She gave a soft, wounded whisper. “Sister…”

“All right,” Ji Yanwan patted her head and sighed. “We’re still on set. Behave yourself.”

Fu Suihe’s eyes lit up as she asked softly, “So, if we can’t do this on set, can we do it when we’re home? Are you still angry with me, Sister?”

Her sudden brightness made Ji Yanwan pause for a moment. Looking at Fu Suihe’s expression, she couldn’t tell whether it was genuine or something carefully acted. Either way, a wave of emotion rose in her chest.

Fu Suihe, on the other hand, was still confused. She felt as if the love parasite had not failed completely. Ji Yanwan had clearly responded to her earlier. So why had everything gone wrong that night?

She couldn’t understand it. The aggressive rush of alpha pheromones had brought on her heat early, and she had planned to get one last mark from Ji Yanwan before carrying out her revenge.

Each of them harbored their own secrets as Director Chen Fei called the crew back to set.

The shoot had been going exceptionally smoothly, so the actors were granted longer breaks than usual.

After the third scene ended, Chen Fei called for another short rest. Ji Yanwan, who would be using the same makeup look for the entire day, stood to the side sipping coffee and studying her lines for the next scene.

Out of nowhere, Hu Luobei suddenly appeared and bumped straight into Ji Yanwan’s back.

She hit with unexpected force, causing Ji Yanwan to wince and nearly spill her coffee.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” Hu Luobei blurted out in a panic.

“It’s alright,” Ji Yanwan replied, rubbing her lower back. “But why are you here? I thought you didn’t have any scenes today.”

Hu Luobei froze, flustered. “I don’t, I mean… I came here to find you.”

“You came to find me?” Ji Yanwan looked confused. “What for?”

“Mu Mu-jie asked me to tell you to meet her at the little bridge after your night scene. She said there’s something she wants to talk about.”

Hu Luobei’s voice grew softer and more nervous. She could feel a sharp gaze on her back and quickly turned to leave after delivering the message.

Ji Yanwan watched her run off with a puzzled look. She couldn’t help thinking again about the strange message she had received earlier—the one warning her to stay away from Zhao Mumu.

Growing more uneasy, Ji Yanwan decided to consult something familiar.

She opened her horoscope app, typed in her zodiac sign, and checked her daily fortune.

Lucky activities: sleeping, relaxing
Unlucky activities: going out

She raised an eyebrow and slid her phone back into her pocket.

“Seems like the universe agrees,” she muttered.

That evening’s filming wrapped up earlier than expected. The director was in a good mood, and the actors finally had a chance to rest.

Ji Yanwan waited on the side for Fu Suihe to finish her scene, but Fu Suihe told her she had a private rehearsal with Director Chen and that Ji Yanwan didn’t need to wait.

Having barely slept the night before and exhausted from the day’s work, Ji Yanwan was too tired to argue. She nodded and headed back to her room.

Fu Suihe watched her leave, her expression darkening. She gave a subtle signal to Hu Luobei, who was hiding nearby, then turned and went to inform Director Chen that she was leaving.

Everything was ready. Now all they had to do was wait for Ji Yanwan to appear at the bridge.

The moon cooperated that night, disappearing behind thick clouds. Wuzhen quickly fell into its usual quiet.

Fu Suihe waited under the bridge for more than thirty minutes. Her legs began to ache, and the entire town had long since fallen asleep. The empty streets were deserted, without even a shadow in sight.

Still staring at the empty stone bridge, Fu Suihe’s patience finally wore thin.

What she didn’t know was that Ji Yanwan had already taken a shower, gotten into bed, and was fast asleep. She had even thoughtfully left her bedside lamp on.

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