The Black Lotus Omega Always Wraps His Tail Around Me - Chapter 58

Zhao Mumu’s hand paused. Holding the plate of eggplant, she suddenly didn’t know what to do with it.

At that moment, a fair, slender hand reached over. Ji Yanwan gently took the plate from her and placed it on the table at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Both Zhao Mumu and Fu Suihe were stunned, especially Fu Suihe.

For some reason, whenever Ji Yanwan was even a little kind to Zhao Mumu, Fu Suihe felt an unpleasant tightness in her chest that she couldn’t explain.

Zhao Mumu’s hand stayed frozen in midair. For a moment, she forgot to pull it back.

“Come eat. You’ve worked hard,” Ji Yanwan said softly and politely. “Suihe can be a bit blunt. I hope you won’t take it personally. I apologize on her behalf.”

Her tone was gentle, and her words were sincere. Zhao Mumu felt like she had tried to hit something solid but only landed on cotton. She didn’t know how to respond.

Why didn’t Ji Yanwan like eggplant?

Back in high school, the cafeteria’s eggplant and green beans were one of the best dishes. Zhao Mumu always wanted to ask for more but was too shy to say it out loud.

Somehow, Ji Yanwan had noticed. Every time she went to get food, she would ask for extra, eat half herself, and leave the other half for Zhao Mumu. In the end, it always ended up in Zhao Mumu’s bowl.

Ji Yanwan would just smile and watch her eat.

Zhao Mumu couldn’t understand it. People could change their appearance and age over time, but how had Ji Yanwan’s taste changed so completely?

It felt like she had become a different person entirely.

Zhao Mumu stared at her, trying to find any trace of the past. But the eyes that met hers were calm and sincere, just like before. The only difference was that they no longer held her in them.

The light in Zhao Mumu’s eyes dimmed slowly until it faded completely.

Ji Yanwan noticed the change in her expression and couldn’t figure out what she was thinking. She really didn’t like eggplant. Besides, hadn’t Zhao Mumu always disliked the original her? Why did she always look at her with such a sad expression?

Fu Suihe, who had been watching their silent exchange, let out a cold laugh. “Am I the extra person at this table?”

Ji Yanwan wasn’t sure where her sudden anger came from. When she turned to look at her, she met a pair of fierce eyes. Her cheeks were puffed slightly, her jaw clenched. She looked like a little angry pufferfish.

Ji Yanwan had rarely seen Fu Suihe show this kind of expression. Somehow, her frustration made her look strangely adorable.

She reached out and pinched Fu Suihe’s cheek. “Be good. Don’t start drama.”

Fu Suihe frowned and moved her face away.

Watching their playful interaction, Zhao Mumu quietly looked away.

Hu Luobei came running in with bowls of rice. Now that all four were present, they finally began to eat.

Although Fu Suihe had snapped at Zhao Mumu earlier, she stayed quiet during the meal. She obediently ate whatever Ji Yanwan put into her bowl without complaining.

Zhao Mumu’s cooking was excellent. Every dish was colorful, fragrant, and delicious. The chicken soup was especially rich and flavorful.

Even Fu Suihe, who was usually picky, drank half a bowl.

As the meal came to an end and everyone set down their chopsticks, Ji Yanwan stood up quickly to help clear the table.

Even though they had brought a gift when they arrived, sitting and doing nothing after being treated so warmly made her feel uncomfortable.

Zhao Mumu couldn’t stop her and let her help.

What she didn’t expect was that Fu Suihe also stood up to help clean.

With two people working together, they moved quickly. They packed everything up and loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. Ji Yanwan and Fu Suihe stood nearby, waiting.

Ji Yanwan looked at Fu Suihe beside her, adjusting the dishwasher settings. Her makeup was off, and her hair fell loosely around her shoulders. Without her usual star aura, she looked much softer.

Ji Yanwan suddenly felt that Fu Suihe was like a hedgehog. On the outside, she was all spikes, sharp and hard to approach. But deep down, she was soft.

Just like earlier, when she had suggested bringing a gift for Zhao Mumu before they came.

Fu Suihe had no idea what Ji Yanwan was thinking. She had already finished setting the dishwasher but was deliberately stalling to stay longer.

At first, she only wanted to stop Ji Yanwan from being alone with Hu Luobei. She worried that Hu Luobei might reveal something. Now, she found herself not wanting Ji Yanwan to be around Zhao Mumu either.

There was no denying it. Ji Yanwan was a very thoughtful partner.

Except during the time she lost control because of the love spell, she was always incredibly considerate.

Even more than Abu, who had always been the most loyal to her.

It felt like a waste for someone this caring to belong to only one person.

If not for her mission of revenge, keeping Ji Yanwan close would be a kind of enjoyment, even without love.

Now that her heat cycle was over, Fu Suihe began to think again about how to kill Ji Yanwan.

The best time would be on the night they wrapped up filming. She would lure her out and drown her in the river.

Abu had said that once filming ended, Ji Yanwan would return to the Ji family and start working at the Ji Corporation. Meanwhile, the Zhao family had been getting closer to the Ji family, and Zhao Mumu still hadn’t given up on Ji Yanwan.

If Ji Yanwan ended up falling for Zhao Mumu, everything Fu Suihe had done would be wasted.

Now that the love spell had worn off, the safest choice was to kill her.

She pushed down the moment of hesitation she had just felt. Looking down, Fu Suihe stared at her pale, clean fingertips.

The first blood these hands would spill would be Ji Yanwan’s.

The two of them stood there silently, neither saying a word.

Inside the living room, the atmosphere was also heavy.

Zhao Mumu sat quietly on the couch, lost once again in memories she couldn’t pull herself out of.

Beside her, Hu Luobei noticed her sadness and gently leaned closer, offering her shoulder.

But Zhao Mumu didn’t lean in.

She could sense Hu Luobei’s growing feelings for her, but right now, her heart and mind were full of Ji Yanwan. She couldn’t bring herself to hurt someone as pure and innocent as Hu Luobei.

Even though she hadn’t accepted her offer, Hu Luobei didn’t show her disappointment.

She remembered the look Fu Suihe had given her when she arrived. It was a warning. Hu Luobei already knew it would not be long before Fu Suihe tried to kill Ji Yanwan again.

It was something she couldn’t stop. Fu Suihe was not only dangerous.

She was a fox.

So no matter what was said, Carrot would never let Zhao Mumu get dragged into this. If it truly came down to assassinating Ji Yanwan, she could just as well kill Fu Suihe too.

In the past, her only goal was to find her mother. But now, she had someone she wanted to protect.

The four of them each carried their own thoughts. It wasn’t until deep into the night that they finally bid each other farewell and parted ways.

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The final scenes of the production entered their concluding phase.

Director Chen Fei took the process very seriously. Even though he knew both lead actors were suffering from varying degrees of colds, he still insisted on rolling the cameras.

Today’s shooting didn’t involve many scene changes, but it heavily relied on the emotional depth of the main characters.

Lu Ming learned that Fu He had ultimately returned for the purpose of stealing a painting.

That very painting had just been sold at a high price, and Lu Ming had planned to use the money to buy a house.

Having endured a childhood filled with the hardship of constant moves, Lu Ming’s greatest dream was to share a home with the one he loved.

Just as that childhood wish was on the verge of becoming reality, everything collapsed at the final step.

At the time of delivery, the painting was stolen, and Fu He vanished without a trace.

As a result, Lu Ming was burdened with a massive compensation fee.

Under this triple blow, Lu Ming sank into depression and rapidly lost weight.

To emphasize his weakened state, Chen Fei was dissatisfied with the makeup team’s results and even considered calling in a water truck to make Ji Yanwan appear even more seriously ill.

Fortunately, Fu Suihe and Zhao Mumu stopped him.

Ji Yanwan’s cold hadn’t improved. Her makeup was redone multiple times, and she had to sit through it all day long.

Finally, midway through the day, Chen Fei gave a nod of approval.

Exhausted from the repeated makeup adjustments, Ji Yanwan let out a deep sigh.

When Chen Fei called for the scene to begin, she had no choice but to immediately slip into character.

The entire set fell silent, and all eyes focused on one spot in the vast studio.

Ji Yanwan quickly immersed herself in the role.

As soon as filming began, Chen Fei didn’t call “cut.” He frowned, watching her open the door and see the empty studio where the painting had been.

First, there was a moment of stunned stillness, then disbelief as she frantically searched. Finally, she gave a bitter smile and broke down in sobs.

The wave of emotions built up and unfolded layer by layer, seamlessly.

The more Chen Fei watched, the more twisted his expression became. By the end, he let out a sympathetic sigh in response to Ji Yanwan’s heart-wrenching cries.

When she could cry no more, Ji Yanwan rested her forehead against the floor, eyes open, letting tears slide down the bridge of her nose.

Chen Fei eventually called “cut.” The long take had been suffocatingly heavy. After calling for a break, he rewatched the footage again.

Even then, he couldn’t help but sigh again when he saw Ji Yanwan in pain.

That raw, unrestrained crying had even cleared Ji Yanwan’s nasal passages. As she lay on the floor in a daze, she couldn’t help but think about Lu Ming.

Even after discovering that the one he loved had approached him with ulterior motives, he still chose to love her.

And in the end, this was the outcome. Ji Yanwan had never been in love, nor had she ever felt the heart-wrenching agony of betrayal.

She cried herself to exhaustion, motionless on the floor, when suddenly her shoulders grew warm — someone had placed a coat over her.

Through teary eyes, she looked up to see the one who had covered her — Fu Suihe, still in Fu He’s costume, hair pinned with clips.

She gently dabbed Ji Yanwan’s tears with a tissue, her movements soft and delicate.

No one spoke for a while. Ji Yanwan’s tears kept falling uncontrollably, and through her blurred vision, all she could see was Fu He’s gentle face.

In that moment of confusion, Ji Yanwan could no longer tell whether the tenderness belonged to Fu He and was meant for Lu Ming, or if it was Fu Suihe’s, meant for her.

The two remained in that position, neither breaking the silence.

After watching the scene, Director Chen Fei couldn’t help but raise his phone and take another candid photo. He often snapped behind-the-scenes shots of Ji Yanwan and Fu Suihe, but this one had a feeling he couldn’t quite describe.

He always felt that Ji Yanwan and Fu Suihe somehow resembled Lu Ming and Fu He.

On the surface, everything seemed calm, like a tranquil lake — but beneath, the waves had already begun to stir.

All it would take was one storm to shatter the fragile peace.

Chen Fei sighed and lowered his head, turning his attention back to the screen in front of him.

If everything went smoothly, the shoot could wrap up by this weekend.

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