The Black Lotus Omega Always Wraps His Tail Around Me - Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Fu Suihe and Gan waited until the second half of the night. The empty street was completely deserted.

She finally realized that Ji Yanwan was not coming. At the same time, a powerful wave of humiliation and the feeling of being tricked rose within her.

Half-asleep, Hu Luobei sensed the fox’s gaze and shivered in fear.

Fu Suihe looked at the girl trembling and slowly backing away. A cold smile appeared on her lips. “Playing games with me?”

Anger rose in her eyes, which glowed with a frightening red light. The faint smile on her face seemed even more terrifying in the bleak darkness of the night.

As Fu Suihe slowly approached, Hu Luobei swallowed hard and glanced to her side. At her feet, the lake water moved with a silent current. There was no moon that night, and the lake looked like a pool of still black ink. Only two shadowy figures were reflected on its surface, and a quiet sense of danger filled the air.

“I wasn’t playing tricks,” Hu Luobei stammered as she stepped back unsteadily. “I gave her the message exactly as you told me to. You saw it with your own eyes, I…”

Before she could finish speaking, she let out a sharp, short scream.

The person who had been walking slowly suddenly lunged forward. She grabbed Hu Luobei by the back of the neck and forced her down toward the lake. Her face was just inches from the water. Her terrified expression was reflected on the dark surface, eyes wide with fear. The cold, bottomless water was nearly touching her nose.

Fu Suihe showed no sign of stopping. She pressed down harder.

Just as Hu Luobei’s head was about to go under, she finally broke down and begged.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll help. I’ll try to reach her again.”

Only then did Fu Suihe release her grip. She watched coldly as Hu Luobei collapsed to the ground beside her.

Hu Luobei was still breathing hard, clearly terrified. Fu Suihe had moved so fast that she didn’t even have time to react before being pushed toward the water.

If Fu Suihe had used just a little more force, she would have drowned.

Surviving the moment didn’t bring relief. Looking at Fu Suihe, Hu Luobei felt her scalp go numb. Her hands and feet were ice-cold.

Fu Suihe’s patience had completely run out. Her voice was cold and flat.

“My patience is limited. Don’t try anything clever.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked away.

Her legs had long gone numb from standing so long, and her whole body ached. It seemed Ji Yanwan’s feelings for Zhao Mumu were not deep enough to come through for her.

Wasn’t Ji Yanwan supposed to love her the most when they were younger? Wasn’t she supposed to be the unforgettable one?

Fu Suihe let out a mocking laugh. Apparently, it wasn’t anything special after all.

When she returned to her room, only a small bedside lamp was lit. The person in bed was sleeping peacefully, as if having a sweet dream. There was even a slight smile on her face.

Fu Suihe’s expression darkened even more. As she turned to wash up, she slammed the bathroom door shut.

The person in bed merely turned over and quickly fell back into deep sleep.

She slept straight through until she woke up naturally.

Ji Yanwan stretched out lazily, feeling relaxed all over.

She looked to her side and saw that Fu Suihe had already gotten up. She had slept so deeply the night before that she hadn’t even noticed when Fu Suihe came back. She only vaguely remembered feeling warmth beside her, and she instinctively leaned over and hugged her. Then she remembered nothing else.

While she was still a little dazed, the door opened. Fu Suihe came in holding a pot of congee.

Ji Yanwan blinked in confusion, not sure how to respond.

Seeing her stunned, Fu Suihe lifted the lid. The light, fresh aroma of mung beans and lily blossoms filled the entire room.

“You’re awake?” Fu Suihe smiled softly at her. There was a gentle warmth in her eyes.

Ji Yanwan looked at her smile and the steaming congee, feeling unsure of what to think. The messages had said that Fu Suihe wanted to kill her. So why had she woken up early to make her breakfast?

The film crew provided meals. They also had a small kitchen they could use themselves.

And Fu Suihe was not good at cooking. Her delicate hands were often hurt, either burned or cut, which made Ji Yanwan feel sorry for her.

When Ji Yanwan didn’t respond, Fu Suihe showed no frustration. She gently stirred the bottom of the pot and began to ladle congee into a bowl.

Ji Yanwan used to believe that the food Fu Suihe made was out of love. But the events that followed made it clear that Fu Suihe’s feelings weren’t as deep as she had once believed.

At least, not deep enough to give up sleep just to cook for her.

Could she have poisoned it? Ji Yanwan frowned. That seemed like the only explanation that made sense.

She must have poisoned the congee and was waiting for her to eat it, then die from it. After all, Fu Suihe never ate the food she cooked.

With that thought in her mind, Ji Yanwan lost her appetite. She slowly got up and went to wash up.

In her head, she imagined dozens of excuses. Maybe she could say she was allergic to mung beans. Maybe she could say she was like a cartoon character and didn’t need food or sleep. Maybe she could say she already ate while Fu Suihe was asleep.

But the more she thought about it, the more ridiculous it all sounded. She ended up laughing at herself.

She brushed her teeth for nearly thirty minutes before finally opening the door again.

Her stomach growled in protest, but she still hadn’t come up with a good excuse. She could only hope that Fu Suihe had already left.

But to her surprise, Fu Suihe was still there. She was sitting on the couch, calmly eating her bowl of congee.

She watched a show as she ate. The spoon made a soft sound each time it touched the bowl.

Fu Suihe always ate with grace. She took small bites, and a small bowl of food would last her a long time.

When she heard the door open, she didn’t look up. She just said, “It’s getting cold,” her eyes still fixed on the screen.

Ji Yanwan slowly walked over. She saw that Fu Suihe’s bowl was still more than half full. It was clearly the same mung bean and lily congee.

All the suspicions that had been swirling in her head suddenly seemed groundless.

Fu Suihe noticed that she hadn’t moved. She glanced up and said calmly, “What’s wrong? Afraid I poisoned it, so you’re hiding from it?”

Ji Yanwan’s heart skipped a beat. Her thoughts had been exposed, and she didn’t know what to say.

Fu Suihe took another small bite. She chewed slowly and swallowed before speaking.

“I’m not some magician who can just buy poison anytime I want. And I’m not so bored that I would skip sleep just to make food.”

“I used to skip eating so I could stay thin for the camera. But now the director said I can gain a little weight for the next scenes.”

“If you don’t like it, I won’t make it again. Honestly, I only started learning because your sister said your stomach wasn’t in good shape.”

Her tone was casual, almost like she was talking about something unimportant. But it also felt like she was explaining everything Ji Yanwan had been worried about.

Those words stayed in Ji Yanwan’s ears and made her feel embarrassed. It felt like Fu Suihe could see right through her, and had answered every doubt she hadn’t dared to speak out loud.

A sudden wave of guilt and self-blame overwhelmed Ji Yanwan. She sat beside Fu Suihe, leaned in, and gave her a gentle hug. In a quiet voice, she said, “I’m sorry.”

Fu Suihe let her hug her and didn’t pull away, but her tone was filled with disappointment.

“I thought you were someone I could trust, so I gave you everything. But if you feel we’re not right for each other, then let’s just end it now. We’re not married anyway, and there’s still time.”

Break up? Ji Yanwan was confused. Why bring up breaking up all of a sudden?

Fu Suihe caught the surprise on her face clearly. Watching Ji Yanwan fall into her trap, Fu Suihe lowered her head and continued slowly eating her congee.

Ji Yanwan’s emotions became a mess. She truly wanted to avoid Fu Suihe, who was impossible to read and radiated danger from head to toe. But after all, her mission was to win over the female lead. If they broke up now, how would she complete her task?

If the mission failed, she wouldn’t be able to return home. If she couldn’t go back, she would be trapped in this novel’s world forever.

She hadn’t even submitted her thesis. Who knew if she would still be considered a fresh graduate when she returned? She still wanted to go to graduate school.

Staying in this place forever was too terrifying. Ji Yanwan didn’t hesitate. She hugged the person beside her even tighter and said sincerely, “Baby, don’t say such cold things. You know I can’t live without you.”

Fu Suihe grew annoyed by the tight hug. Her neatly done hair was now a mess, and strands had fallen over her face.

Since Fu Suihe didn’t respond, Ji Yanwan quickly added, “Once this film is done, let’s get married. I told you, if I love anyone, it’s only you, baby.”

Baby… Fu Suihe’s mouth twitched. She tried to pull away, but Ji Yanwan only held on tighter.

Seeing that she still wasn’t saying anything, Ji Yanwan quickly took the bowl from her hands and started feeding her. As she held the spoon up, she said, “I made you upset. Please give me a chance to make it up to you.”

Fu Suihe’s expression stiffened as she looked at the spoon. The truth was, she had added something to the congee. She only ate a bowl slowly in front of Ji Yanwan so she would be willing to eat it too. But she never expected Ji Yanwan to do this.

“Come on, eat. Look how skinny you are. It breaks my heart,” Ji Yanwan said sweetly, holding out the spoon. Her eyes sparkled with sincerity.

Fu Suihe frowned and took a bite. She hadn’t even swallowed it when Ji Yanwan already had another spoonful ready.

One spoon after another, Ji Yanwan fed her until the entire bowl was gone. Just as she was about to get up and serve another bowl, Fu Suihe quickly grabbed her hand.

“I’m full. You eat the rest,” Fu Suihe said. She was already so full she felt like throwing up, but she forced herself to eat so Ji Yanwan wouldn’t get suspicious.

Ji Yanwan held the spoon and looked a little disappointed. She sighed and said, blaming herself, “It’s all my fault. I made you so upset you can’t even eat properly.”

Fu Suihe stared blankly for a second.

Ji Yanwan lowered her head, looking pitiful with her head hanging down.

Seeing her like that, Fu Suihe started to feel irritated again. But remembering her plan for later, she held back her temper and said patiently, “That’s not it. I usually eat about this much.”

“Really? You’re full?” Ji Yanwan looked at her with sad puppy eyes, blinking slowly with an innocent expression.

Fu Suihe nodded and said firmly, “I’m really full. You should eat now. It’s going to get cold.”

Ji Yanwan’s expression changed in an instant. She scooped up another full bowl and said, “I don’t believe you. I’ll feed you this one, then I’ll eat.”

Looking at the full, steaming bowl of congee, Fu Suihe felt a wave of dizziness.

She was starting to regret adding so much “extra” into it.

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