The CEO Omega’s 'Soft Rice' Alpha - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

“I do!”

Su Yi’an gripped the contract, her emotions carefully hidden. “Could I trouble Sister to help me apply the medicine? I can’t reach it. If I go back and ask He Xia for help… well, Sister knows how much she talks.”

Lan Yan was visibly stunned for a moment, then broke into a soft laugh. “Just that? Fine.”

The girl was friends with Lan Yin, and the wound still carried a trace of Lan Yan’s own pheromones. It was indeed inconvenient to let a third party handle the bandaging. However, with a rival company making moves lately, Lan Yan was incredibly busy; she couldn’t keep running over here every day just to play nurse.

Su Yi’an looked up. “And one more thing.”

“Hmm?” Lan Yan’s eyes narrowed slightly, her smile stiffening.

Su Yi’an acted as if she didn’t notice and continued smoothly, “I haven’t paid Sister back for the coat yet. And the amount Sister is giving me every month… it’s too much.”

“The fact that I’m giving it to you proves you’re worth it.” Lan Yan’s smile returned. “We’re almost at the school. Give me the medicine.”

It was quite a lot, especially compared to the 100,000 a year she used to give Zhan Ming. But seeing how well-behaved and sensible the girl was, Lan Yan didn’t mind giving her more—though strictly in the form of cash.

Su Yi’an handed over the medicine and proactively lifted her long hair. As she turned her back, a different light flickered in her eyes. Sister Grape agreed to apply my medicine… that means she’s going to touch me.

Lan Yan didn’t think much of it. Seeing the wound on Su Yi’an’s neck up close for the first time, her feelings grew even more complex. She became exceptionally careful during the process, terrified that even a little pressure would cause the bruised, swollen area to bleed.

Did I really treat this girl like a snack last night?

The cool ointment stung slightly against her skin, but Su Yi’an’s heart felt as sweet as honey. She had thought her interest in Sister Grape was just a passing fancy, but now she realized that behind that cold exterior lay a gentle soul. Even just sitting with her, doing nothing, made her happy. Even the soft puffs of breath against her neck were fragrant.

“All done. Take care of yourself when you get back.” After bandaging, Lan Yan stepped back. “If it’s inconvenient to have yourself or friends do it, find a doctor at a nearby clinic.”

The bridge Su Yi’an had built to get closer was abruptly cut off. The sweetness in her heart turned a bit bitter. She lowered her gaze, turned around, and silently packed away the medicine and gauze. “Thank you, Sister.”

“You’re welcome.”

Just as the words left Lan Yan’s mouth, the driver took a sharp turn. Before she knew it, a soft, youthful girl was pressed against her.

Lan Yan’s face was fine, but her chest felt heavy—a pair of clean, slender hands were resting right there. The girl’s eyes were wide with shock, her face flushed a bright pink.

Their breaths intertwined. Lan Yan could hear the frantic pounding of a heart—or perhaps it was her own. A layer of crimson spread across her skin, and she couldn’t help but chide softly, “Aren’t you going to let go?”

“S-Sorry, Sister!” Su Yi’an sprang back, shrinking into the corner of the car door. Behind her back, her hand involuntarily clenched and opened, remembering the sensation.

So big. So soft. A pity it was only for a second.

Seeing Su Yi’an move away as if avoiding a plague, Lan Yan felt an inexplicable twinge of annoyance. Am I a virus? Why stay so far away?

It was the driver’s fault, and she wasn’t unreasonable enough to blame the girl. However, with only two people in the back, the low atmospheric pressure was palpable. Su Yi’an, assuming Lan Yan was angry about the accidental touch, spoke up: “Sister, please dock my pay.”

“What did you say?” Lan Yan had been lost in thought. She leaned in closer to hear.

The fragrant scent returned, and Su Yi’an’s eyes reflexively darted toward Lan Yan’s chest before she realized and looked away. “I said… I accidentally touched Sister, which counts as breaking the agreement. Please dock my pay.”

In Lan Yan’s eyes, the girl was clearly nervous, yet she was seriously suggesting a fine. She couldn’t help but laugh, teasing playfully, “Mm. And how much do you think is appropriate to dock?”

The lingering awkwardness vanished. Just as Su Yi’an was about to answer, the car stopped. The privacy partition lowered, and the driver turned around, explaining hurriedly, “President Lan, a cat suddenly ran out in front of the car, so…”

Seeing the two of them practically glued together in the back, the driver’s voice trailed off. He turned back around in a panic, clearly having misunderstood the situation.

“Get out.” Lan Yan sat back, her expression as indifferent as if nothing had happened.

The car was parked at the same intersection where Su Yi’an had boarded. It was nearly noon, and the street was empty. Su Yi’an signed the contract, handed one copy to Lan Yan, took her medicine, and stepped out. She resisted the urge to look back into the car. The matter of docking her pay was left unaddressed.

Su Yi’an tucked the contract into a hidden layer of her bag and walked into a breakfast shop near the school gate.

“Congratulations to Host for completing the mission: Sabotage the Protagonist’s Sponsorship Agreement. Reward: 50 points. The Mall is now open; points can be used to exchange for items. Congratulations to Host for achieving the titles: ‘Soft-Rice Little Milk Alpha’ and ‘I Am An Actor’. Extra reward: 20 points. Current total points after deducting debt: 60.”

The System’s delayed notification arrived, and as expected, it sounded like it was about to cry.

Su Yi’an: “…”

What on earth are those titles? I’m not small, I’m not ‘milky,’ and I wasn’t even acting. She was just a girl meeting someone she liked; being shy and flustered was normal, wasn’t it? Being cautious was better than scaring her lady away.

Su Yi’an ate her fried noodles and soy milk slowly. “So, my missions regarding the male lead are over?”

That would be for the best. Chasing Sister Grape was hard enough; she didn’t want to waste energy on that man. Though currently, Zhan Ming seemed to know his place.

The System stopped crying and sounded a bit gleeful: “No. Before the timeline of Zhan Ming’s success arrives, the laws of this world will automatically fill the plot holes you created. Lose one rich woman Lan, and thousands of other rich women will rise. Your mission remains: stop Zhan Ming from ‘eating soft rice.'”

“But don’t worry, Little Crybaby hasn’t received any new missions yet! That means the next rich woman hasn’t appeared yet.”

Su Yi’an’s chopsticks paused. Actually, she felt that being able to “eat soft rice” was a skill in itself. There was nothing wrong with it. For instance, she currently felt very psychologically satisfied—so much so that she had no interest in her real career.

She looked at her phone, saw a flood of WeChat messages from her assistant, and immediately turned off the screen. After a moment, she took the assistant’s number off her blacklist and called. “I was injured in a car race two days ago. I can’t work. If something comes up, go find my dad. Also, stop sending me useless messages.”

She hung up and put him back on the blacklist.

The assistant, currently abroad, was bewildered. The boss got injured? I heard the guy who challenged her was the one sent to the hospital. She sounded perfectly healthy just now. But with no way to contact her, what could he do? Should he call the retired Old President Su back? He was going to get scolded to death.

The assistant’s dilemma wasn’t Su Yi’an’s concern. She didn’t keep useless people around; she believed he could handle it. At worst, Old Man Su could come back—he’d had enough rest. Besides, the old man kept nagging about wanting a grandchild. Su Yi’an needed time to work on that. No wife, no grandchild, right?

After finishing her meal, Su Yi’an was about to head back to the dorm when she ran into Lan Yin and the others. He Xia was trailing behind them, acting overly attentive to a pretty Omega. Seeing Su Yi’an, she immediately rushed over.

“Xiao Su! You’re back! Perfect, come with us to Lan Yin’s art studio. There’s an art exhibition next door with works by famous masters—a rare sight. Let’s go, we have nothing to do this afternoon anyway.”

Su Yi’an wanted to refuse, but Lan Yin spoke up: “Senior Su, if it’s convenient, please join us.”

Looking at that face so similar to Lan Yan’s, Su Yi’an’s heart stirred. She suddenly didn’t want to refuse. Maybe she could use this chance to learn more about Sister Grape.

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