The Black Lotus Omega Always Wraps His Tail Around Me - Chapter 53

After being force-fed two bowls of congee, Fu Suihe was so full she collapsed onto the sofa, unwilling to move.

The congee in the pot had gone completely cold. What had been a full pot was now nearly half gone.

Seeing that Fu Suihe truly couldn’t eat another bite, Ji Yanwan finally served a bowl for herself.

Even though it was cold, she ate happily. The mung beans had been cooked until they were soft and mushy, practically melting in her mouth.

After finishing her bowl, Ji Yanwan turned to look at the person still lying on the couch. The beautiful fox-like eyes that usually sparkled had dulled, now showing only a lifeless expression of despair.

Finishing her meal, Ji Yanwan took the initiative to clean up the dishes and wash everything.

Today was the Wuzhen Blessing Festival. Coincidentally, Chen Fei had something come up, so the entire crew was given a day off.

Ji Yanwan slowly finished cleaning the dishes and pot. She noticed the lanterns in their attic residence had been replaced at some point. Made of colored glass, the lanterns reflected shimmering rainbows in the daylight.

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she could faintly hear lively voices, singing, and the prayers of Wuzhen’s people.

The Blessing Festival. Just hearing the name made it sound festive.

Drying her hands, Ji Yanwan returned to the room and saw that Fu Suihe was still lying there. She rushed over and gently tugged her arm.

Fu Suihe, pulled upright, blinked in confusion.

Seeing her impatient expression and puzzled eyes, Ji Yanwan grinned and said brightly, “To repair our relationship, I’ve decided to take you out on a date.”

Fu Suihe stared at her, confirming that she wasn’t joking. Her expression immediately darkened, and she forcefully tried to shake off Ji Yanwan’s hand.

But Ji Yanwan held on tightly, and the shake didn’t work.

She blinked and explained, “Today’s the Blessing Festival. It’s bound to be lively outside. Let’s just go have some fun.”

Fu Suihe had been about to refuse when a thought struck her. If it was crowded out there, perhaps she could use the chaos to push Ji Yanwan into the river and drown her.

Her stomach still churned from overeating. Even foxes could be overfed to death—especially since the congee had been laced with a slow-acting drug. Too much of it would eventually cause her limbs to weaken.

Looking at the cheerful grin on Ji Yanwan’s face, Fu Suihe ground her teeth in frustration. If she could, she would have wrapped her tail around her and squeezed the life out of her.

Suppressing her irritation, Fu Suihe forced a sweet smile and said, “Alright, let me just fix my makeup and change clothes first.”

As soon as she entered the bathroom, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. She clung to the toilet and started vomiting.

Hearing the sounds, Ji Yanwan leaned against the door with concern. “Baby, don’t force yourself to throw up. That’s a bad habit. It can ruin your teeth. And mung beans and lily aren’t fattening. Don’t throw it up.”

Fu Suihe, still in the middle of retching, felt furious. She wanted nothing more than to rush out and strangle the noisy woman outside.

When she still got no response and heard her continuing to vomit, Ji Yanwan kept talking.

“You can’t waste food like that, baby. That’s not a good habit. Do you know how hard it is to grow food? So many places still don’t have enough to eat. We really can’t—”

“Shut up already!” Fu Suihe barked between gags. “I’m not throwing up on purpose!”

Ji Yanwan, confused, leaned closer and said, “If you’re not forcing it, why are you gagging like that? Are you feeling sick, baby? Open the door and let me take a look at you.”

At her limit, Fu Suihe grabbed a wad of tissues and threw them at the door. Her voice trembled with rage. “I’m nauseous because I’m pregnant, alright?”

Ji Yanwan froze.

Technically, two girls couldn’t get pregnant. But this was an ABO world… no, wait. She didn’t even have the organs for that.

Ji Yanwan realized she was being brushed off with nonsense. Just as she was about to start another round of nagging, she heard the sound of the toilet flushing.

The door was suddenly pulled open.

Fu Suihe’s fox-like eyes were red and misty. Unfallen tears lingered in the corners. Her lips were shiny from vomiting, and her forehead was covered in tiny beads of sweat.

She looked pale and weak, leaning against the doorframe with a tired voice. “Please, just stop talking.”

Ji Yanwan stared at her in a daze, feeling a bit guilty. Maybe she had pushed the joke too far.

She quickly turned to pour her a glass of warm water and grabbed tissues to gently wipe the sweat from Fu Suihe’s forehead.

Her hands moved with care, and for once, the usually chatty Ji Yanwan kept quiet.

Fu Suihe looked at her, trying to figure out what she was thinking. Ever since discovering that her love spell had worn off, she hadn’t tried to reactivate it. Nor had she used her fox charm again. Except for that one violent episode, Ji Yanwan’s behavior hadn’t really changed.

In fact, she seemed more cautious than ever.

Fu Suihe kept her thoughts to herself and didn’t show anything on her face. She took the warm water and returned to rinse her mouth.

After all the chaos, Ji Yanwan didn’t dare mess around anymore. She quietly got changed and waited for Fu Suihe. Back in her dorm days, she used to tease her roommates like this too, and she never expected it to work just as well on Fu Suihe.

Thinking of that made Ji Yanwan want to go back home even more. She had promised to go on a graduation trip with her roommates.

Once she was done freshening up, Fu Suihe returned to her usual polished appearance. She applied sunscreen from head to toe, even though the Wuzhen sun in May wasn’t harsh at all. She still put on a wide-brimmed hat and wore a full sun-protective outfit.

Ji Yanwan looked at her fully covered companion.

A large white sunhat completely shaded her delicate face. Long, loose hair spilled out, and the pink sun jacket covered her hands down to the fingertips. Her tight yoga pants hugged her long legs, showing off her flawless figure.

Ji Yanwan couldn’t help but admire her. No wonder she was a celebrity. Even wrapped up like this, she still looked stunning.

Fu Suihe raised her head slightly and glanced at Ji Yanwan through her sunglasses. Seeing that she wasn’t moving, she said coolly, “Let’s go.”

Still weak from vomiting, Fu Suihe barely made it two steps out the door before stumbling. A warm hand quickly reached out to steady her from behind.

Ji Yanwan’s palm was hot, and through the thin fabric of her clothes, the warmth felt like it reached straight to her heart.

Fu Suihe muttered a soft thank you.

“You’re being so distant with me now,” Ji Yanwan said, a little sullen. “You used to make me carry your shoes and didn’t even say thanks.”

Fu Suihe snorted. “If you carried my shoes now, I still wouldn’t say thank you.”

Ji Yanwan giggled and kept holding her hand. The two of them walked out together.

As Ji Yanwan expected, it was lively outside.

The Blessing Festival was the biggest holiday in Wuzhen. Every year during Grain Full, people danced and sang in celebration. An old local saying went, “Grain Full, grain full, the rivers rise.”

Wuzhen, being a water town, held this festival in high regard. Locals called it the Blessing Festival, a day to pray for abundant rainfall and prosperity.

There were many people dressed in fantastical costumes, parading through the streets as mythical creatures. Young people tossed candies or coins at the small drums carried by the performers. If they hit the drum, it would make a crisp ringing sound, and the “auspicious beast” would splash water on them as a blessing.

Children pushed each other into puddles and sprayed water at each other with water guns. On this day, kids were free to play with water as much as they wanted without being scolded.

In fact, the wetter you were, the more luck you were believed to have.

Ji Yanwan had never seen creatures like these before. She had never even heard of this festival. People all around were tossing candies and coins at the little drums.

Street stalls were filled with colorful candies.

Curious, Ji Yanwan joined in and bought candies and coins to try hitting the drums herself.

Fu Suihe had never been interested in festivals like this. She found them noisy and boring.

One stretch of the parade ran along the riverside. Fu Suihe began calculating the route, trying to figure out when they would reach the bend in the path. Maybe then, in the chaos, she could push Ji Yanwan into the water.

Just then, something wet splashed on her arm. Her sun jacket, made of thin fabric, darkened immediately under the water stain.

Frowning, Fu Suihe turned to find the culprit. A little boy holding a water gun grinned at her.

“Sister, why are you so covered up? I can’t even see your face.”

He was in the middle of losing his baby teeth. His toothy smile looked a bit silly.

Fu Suihe crouched down to his level and smiled. “Because I can’t be in the sun.”

“Why not?” the boy asked, spraying her chest with another squirt of water.

Looking down at the spreading wet mark, Fu Suihe’s expression darkened. She answered in a low voice, “Because I’m a monster.”

“A monster?” the boy laughed. “That’s perfect. I’m great at fighting monsters!”

He fired again, giggling cheerfully.

Fu Suihe suddenly stood up and pressed her hand against the water gun’s nozzle. She let out a cold laugh and said, “Do you know that monsters eat children?”

With a forceful tug, she yanked the water gun away. The little boy’s hands were left empty, and he stared at her in a daze.

Fu Suihe lowered her sunglasses. Her pupils gradually turned red, and her fox-like eyes glowed with a strange, alluring light.

The little boy froze in fear. Forgetting all about the water gun, he turned and ran while crying out loudly, “Mom! There’s a monster over here!”

Fu Suihe chuckled coldly as she watched the child flee.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp sting on her back, like being hit by a small stone. Annoyed, she sighed, assuming another brat had thrown something. But when she turned around, she was met with Ji Yanwan’s bright, smiling eyes.

Just moments earlier, Ji Yanwan had bought a large bag of candies to try hitting the small drums carried by the costumed beasts, but her aim was terrible and most of them missed. Then she spotted Fu Suihe standing with her back turned. Thinking she’d practice her aim, she accidentally hit her squarely.

Feeling a little guilty, Ji Yanwan stuck out her tongue with an embarrassed grin.

As Fu Suihe turned around, the stolen water gun was now clearly visible in her hand. Before she could react, it was snatched away.

Holding the water gun, Ji Yanwan beamed. “No wonder I couldn’t find you. Turns out you were buying me a water gun! I love you so much!”

Fu Suihe opened her mouth to deny it, but before she could say a word, a stream of water splashed across her hat. The material was waterproof, so droplets quickly slid down from the brim.

Fu Suihe, initially angry, suddenly fell silent. She let out a long, weary sigh. She was exhausted.

She began to think that drowning Ji Yanwan would be too merciful. Tying her up and soaking her with a water gun nonstop would probably still make Ji Yanwan think they were just playing.

Ji Yanwan had no idea what she was thinking. Delighted with the water gun, she quickly lost interest in the candies.

The parade of mythical beasts was now reaching a small bridge, and the crowd was moving along with it.

Ji Yanwan grabbed Fu Suihe’s hand and followed the beast’s route. As the crowd pressed forward, the parade made its way onto the bridge.

With each step, they got closer to the spot where Ji Yanwan had stood the night before. If Fu Suihe pushed her into the water right here, amid the crowd, it would likely be mistaken as an accident caused by jostling and be treated as an unfortunate incident.

Just as they reached the exact spot, Ji Yanwan suddenly stopped. She had spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.

Surprised, she murmured, “Eh? Zhao Mumu?”

Across the street, Zhao Mumu saw her too and waved excitedly.

Ji Yanwan stopped moving forward and lifted her hand to wave back.

At that moment, she stood exactly where Fu Suihe had planned—the edge of the bridge, where the railing was low due to the awkward corner of the structure.

This was it.

Fu Suihe raised her hand and gave a hard push forward. But just as her hand extended, Ji Yanwan moved aside, and Fu Suihe’s hand swiped through empty air.

Splash.

Ji Yanwan had only taken a step toward Zhao Mumu when she heard the sound of someone falling into the water. Turning around, she realized Fu Suihe had vanished.

Everyone’s attention was still on the costumed beasts in the parade. The splash hadn’t drawn much notice.

Feeling something was wrong, Ji Yanwan pushed against the flow of the crowd and headed back toward the edge of the bridge. This spot had been converted by the townspeople into a laundry area, with two stone steps leading down to the water.

There, she saw a splash of pink near the riverbank.

Fu Suihe had fallen down the steps, nearly plunging into the river. Fortunately, there was a large stone at the edge, placed there for people to wash clothes which stopped her from falling completely in.

Although she hadn’t landed in the water, Fu Suihe’s sunglasses and hat had been swept away by the current.

That small splash earlier had been the sound of her sunglasses hitting the water.

Ji Yanwan rushed to the bridge, spotted Fu Suihe in her disheveled state, and quickly reached out her hand.

“Grab my hand! Come up here!”

Fu Suihe was furious, but she still took Ji Yanwan’s hand. Neither of them noticed the moss-covered steps, damp from years of shade. As soon as Fu Suihe stepped up, her foot slipped.

She fell backward again.

Originally, only her shoes had gotten wet. But now, sitting back on the stone steps, nearly her entire body was soaked.

Without her hat and sunglasses, Fu Suihe looked up and glared at Ji Yanwan.

Was she trying to drown her too?

That thought set off warning bells in Fu Suihe’s mind. No wonder she’d been acting so strange. Gritting her teeth, Fu Suihe decided she needed to act quickly.

Realizing the trouble she’d caused, Ji Yanwan hurried to help her up and gently wrung out her wet clothes.

“I’m so sorry. Let’s go back and change.”

The wet feeling was unbearable. Their path back was against the flow of people, and being jostled only worsened Fu Suihe’s discomfort. Her patience snapped. She glared viciously at the person holding onto her.

Ji Yanwan, busy wringing out her clothes, felt the gaze and paused. Guilt and regret flashed across her face. She pressed her palms together in an apologetic gesture and bent low.

“Sumimasen…”

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