The Black Lotus Omega Always Wraps His Tail Around Me - Chapter 57

Ji Yanwan had no idea how long she had been asleep. When she finally woke up, her body felt as if it had been crushed under a heavy truck.

Her nose was completely blocked, making it difficult to breathe.

She turned her head slightly and saw Fu Suihe curled up quietly beside her. Ji Yanwan couldn’t help but think that Fu Suihe’s sleeping posture looked a little too stiff, almost unnaturally so.

And that soft, fluffy thing that looked like a tail… what exactly was it?

Her thoughts swirled together, and the headache she already had started to worsen.

Beside her, Fu Suihe let out a soft groan and shifted slightly.

Ji Yanwan waited for a moment, but she showed no sign of waking up.

Suddenly, her phone lit up in the darkness, the glow of the screen uncomfortably bright.

Squinting her eyes, she picked it up. It was a message from Ji Mingtao.

The first notification was her monthly allowance being deposited into her account, followed by two short messages.

“Take a month off after filming ends. The funds have been transferred to your card.”

“After your break, report to the Ji Corporation.”

Ji Yanwan’s groggy mind slowly began to process the meaning behind those two lines.

Wasn’t the original Ji Yanwan supposed to be an idle, spoiled Alpha that the Ji family didn’t take seriously? Why were they now calling her back to the company?

She stared at the screen in silence, thinking for a moment before replying with a simple, “Okay.”

The system had been quiet ever since their last clash. For some reason, Ji Yanwan had a growing sense that she would be stuck in this ridiculous novel world for quite a while.

No new tasks had been assigned. Meanwhile, Fu Suihe had become increasingly attached to her due to her ongoing heat cycle.

Is this what people meant by slowly developing feelings?

She could not figure it out. Just then, another message popped up.

Meng Jiayu: “Ah- Wan? When are you coming back? Want me to visit you on set?”

Seeing that name, which she hadn’t heard in a while, Ji Yanwan felt a strange sense of disconnection.

Meng Jiayu: “I heard from my second sister that you’ll be returning to the Ji Corporation after this drama finishes. Is that true?”

Meng Jiayu: “You’re filming with that heiress from the Zhao family, right? Let’s hang out sometime.”

The messages came in rapid succession, one after another, filling the entire screen.

Ji Yanwan frowned at the stream of texts. They were noisy and overbearing.

Ever since she came to Wuzhen for the shoot, Meng Jiayu hadn’t appeared once. They were never particularly close, and the Meng family was the only one among the Four Major Clans that was involved in politics. Their interactions with the other families were minimal.

The only exception seemed to be Ji Yanwan, who had occasionally fooled around with Meng Jiayu in the past.

Although the Meng family often stayed out of social entanglements, their influence was still significant. If Ji Yanwan really did take over the Ji Corporation one day, her connection with Meng Jiayu might prove useful.

Her thoughts continued to drift. She had studied finance in university and had been top of her class for years.

She had done plenty of business planning assignments, but never taken charge of an actual company.

If she joined the Ji Corporation here, would it count as real work experience she could list on her résumé?

Meng Jiayu, still getting no response, kept sending messages. She didn’t seem to care at all that Ji Yanwan wasn’t replying.

At that moment, Fu Suihe stirred beside her. With a soft groan, she opened her eyes and spoke in a low, hoarse voice, “What are you doing?”

Her nose was congested, and her voice came out raspy and deep, carrying a soft edge of irresistible warmth.

Ji Yanwan turned off her phone and answered casually, “Nothing. Just chatting with Meng Jiayu.”

Fu Suihe gave a vague hum in response, then stretched lazily, yawned deeply, and wrapped herself tighter in the blanket.

Neither of them moved to get out of bed. Ji Yanwan glanced at the time. It was just after seven. She put her phone down and planned to drift back to sleep.

Before she could settle in, there was a gentle knock at the door.

Hu Luobei’s voice came through softly, “Excuse me. Is anyone in there?”

Her knock and tone were just as light. After speaking, she fell silent, waiting quietly without knocking again.

Ji Yanwan replied, “What is it?”

“Mumu-jie invited you to dinner,” Hu Luobei said, her voice a bit louder now as she gathered her courage. “There were no meal orders today, so she cooked herself.”

Ji Yanwan was just about to decline when Fu Suihe spoke up before she could.

“Did your Mumu-jie invite me too?” Fu Suihe asked in a low tone. “Or did she only invite one person?”

There was a pause outside the door. Then the faint sound of footsteps shifted uneasily.

After a moment of silence, Hu Luobei said, “You can come too.”

“If you’re coming, please hurry,” she added quickly before walking away.

Ji Yanwan still couldn’t understand why Hu Luobei always looked so nervous and on edge.

She turned to Fu Suihe and asked, “Do you know her?”

Fu Suihe looked stunned for a moment and didn’t reply. She stared at Ji Yanwan with a blank expression.

“It just feels like she’s scared of us all the time,” Ji Yanwan said. “I don’t get it. Are we really that scary?”

Fu Suihe listened to her confused tone but said nothing. She knew exactly what Hu Luobei was afraid of, but she pretended to be puzzled and answered, “I don’t know. I’ve never seen her before.”

The two lay side by side, staring at each other. The room went quiet again, filled only with the steady sound of rain tapping against the windows.

“Let’s get up,” Fu Suihe said as she forced herself to sit. “Let’s go eat at Zhao Mumu’s place.”

Inside, the room was peaceful, in contrast to the relentless rain outside.

The lights were bright, and a small hotpot bubbled on the coffee table.

Hu Luobei opened the door and quickly shut it behind her, as if something terrifying was chasing her.

Zhao Mumu was standing at the table, arranging vegetables. Her long hair was tied back in a low bun, with stray strands tucked neatly behind her ears. Her light pink apron was decorated with little flowers.

When she heard the door close, Zhao Mumu looked up. Her expression flickered with disappointment but quickly returned to normal.

“Why were you running? Did the rain get worse?” she asked softly.

Hu Luobei shook her head, her tense shoulders relaxing slightly.

After a brief pause, the door remained quiet. Zhao Mumu’s disappointment grew deeper.

“Ah- Wan turned me down again, didn’t she?” she asked quietly.

Hu Luobei’s face turned a little pale. She shook her head again and said, “She didn’t say yes or no, but…”

“But what?” Zhao Mumu grew nervous. “Is she sick? Did she take the medicine I sent?”

Hu Luobei replied, “But Fu Suihe said she’s coming.”

Zhao Mumu froze. The vegetable leaf in her hand slipped through her fingers.

She stood there in silence, trying to process what she had just heard.

Seeing the disappointment on her face, Hu Luobei felt a little sorry. Ever since she saved Ji Yanwan, Zhao Mumu had often invited her to dinner.

Zhao Mumu was truly a gentle and thoughtful person. She had taken the time to ask Ji Yanwan about her food preferences and dietary restrictions. She would even prepare small, practical things that humans might need. Sometimes, Ji Yanwan would get hurt during filming without realizing it, but Zhao Mumu would already have bandages ready for her.

Someone so considerate and gentle made it hard for Hu Luobei to use Zhao Mumu’s name as a way to harm Ji Yanwan.

She knew Zhao Mumu liked Ji Yanwan. But after all, Ji Yanwan was a wolf. Humans and wolves could not be together. At least in Hu Luobei’s eyes, that was unacceptable.

Such a kind and gentle person should be with a mild, safe animal. Not a predator.

Zhao Mumu quickly hid the disappointment in her eyes and said with a smile, “She’s probably just teasing me. It’s alright. The two of us can still eat. Are you hungry? I washed some fruit and carrots. Let’s start with those.”

Her voice was so soft and kind that it made Hu Luobei’s heart ache.

The small pot on the table was bubbling with coconut chicken soup. Zhao Mumu had chosen a free-range hen and started cooking it early that morning. The delicious aroma could not be contained by the lid.

Back in college, Zhao Mumu had mostly lived off-campus. Partly because her family didn’t trust the dorms, and partly because she genuinely loved to cook.

She was someone who truly enjoyed life. Her home was filled with fresh flowers year-round. During her free time, she would bake desserts and cook new dishes to share with friends.

Often, she would sit with a cup of coffee, laptop in hand, writing quietly.

The female lead in her stories was always based on Ji Yanwan. She poured all the most beautiful and admirable traits into that character, then wrote love stories for her. Some happy. Some tragic.

Zhao Mumu wasn’t a professional writer, but every character she wrote was full of life. And around every brilliant lead, there was always someone suffering silently from unrequited love.

As she finished preparing the vegetables, she snapped out of her thoughts and went to the kitchen to start cooking.

All of today’s dishes had been carefully chosen based on Ji Yanwan’s preferences. Unfortunately…

Just as she was lost in disappointment, the door opened.

Ji Yanwan appeared at the entrance, holding something in her hand.

Before Zhao Mumu could react with joy, another figure stepped out from behind Ji Yanwan.

Fu Suihe reached out and took Ji Yanwan’s hand, smiling as she said, “Sorry for the intrusion, Miss Zhao. If you don’t mind, us two sick people were hoping we could join you for dinner.”

Zhao Mumu’s expression flickered but she quickly pushed down her emotions and replied, “Of course you can.”

Ji Yanwan smiled politely and said, “Sorry for standing you up the last two times.”

“The last two times?” Zhao Mumu was a little confused but kept smiling. “It’s alright, don’t worry about it. Come in and have a seat.”

On the couch, Hu Luobei had been sitting quietly, but the moment they entered, she tensed up and quickly moved to give them space.

Fu Suihe led Ji Yanwan into the room and deliberately sat down next to Hu Luobei.

The close proximity made Hu Luobei jump up as if she had been shocked. “I’ll help in the kitchen,” she said, and hurried off.

Watching her run away in panic, Fu Suihe let out a quiet, amused laugh to herself.

Zhao Mumu worked quickly. The dishes had already been prepped in advance, and before long, four dishes and a soup were brought to the table.

Hu Luobei ran back and forth carrying utensils. Ji Yanwan tried to help a few times, but Hu Luobei politely declined each time.

As the beautifully arranged dishes were placed on the table, Ji Yanwan thanked Zhao Mumu sincerely.

Zhao Mumu brought in a tray with four small bowls of sweet glutinous rice balls, separated into two flavors.

She specifically picked the red sugar ones and handed a bowl to Ji Yanwan, her eyes filled with anticipation.

But the person who accepted it wasn’t Ji Yanwan.

Fu Suihe reached out and took the red sugar soup, then handed her own bowl of rice wine-flavored tangyuan to Ji Yanwan instead.

Noticing the shocked look on Zhao Mumu’s face, Fu Suihe said with a mocking smile, “Weren’t you supposed to be Ji Yanwan’s first love, Miss Zhao? You don’t even know she hates red sugar?”

“And by the way, she also hates eggplant, so there’s no need to place it right in front of her.”

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