The CEO Omega’s 'Soft Rice' Alpha - Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Su Yi’an’s fear of needles was a terror etched into her very bones. It was the primal panic of someone with ophidiophobia seeing a snake, or someone with musophobia feeling a rat crawl over them.

Because Lan Yan was beside her, she didn’t suppress this fear; in fact, she let it show.

Once the initial panic subsided, Su Yi’an regained some composure and emphasized again: “Sister, I’m not going to the hospital.”

As a martial artist with an S-Class Alpha physique, her constitution was far beyond that of a normal person. She picked up her broken phone from the ground, looking genuinely pained. It wasn’t about the phone itself—it was a cheap second-hand device she’d bought for a few hundred yuan—but rather the chat logs with Sister Grape inside. Even though the messages weren’t particularly special, she wanted to preserve everything related to her.

Lan Yan didn’t know whether to be angry or amused.

“Senior Su…” The other girls looked at each other, unsure what to do.

Lan Yan turned and gestured to her bodyguards. “After the statements are taken, escort Lan Yin and the others back to school.”

Lan Yin’s expression shifted, and she said worriedly, “Little Aunt, Senior Su is…”

“Don’t worry,” Lan Yan cut her off, her gaze resting heavily on Su Yi’an, who was still crouching on the floor fiddling with her phone. “I’ll take her to see a doctor personally.”

Su Yi’an’s spine stiffened. Her grip on the phone tightened, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Was she really unable to escape the doom of the needle tonight? But then, Sister Grape was taking her personally. That meant more time together.

Torn between joy and dread, Su Yi’an’s brows knitted together.

Lan Yin sighed in relief and led the other girls away with the police and bodyguards.

“Hello? Jiang Mu, I need a favor… Yes, it’s her. Get to my new place as soon as possible.”

On the way from the warehouse, Su Yi’an sat beside Lan Yan in the car, as rigid as an elementary student facing the principal. She watched Lan Yan call Jiang Mu to her home, and her scalp began to tingle.

Wait—home?

Did that mean she could go to where Sister Grape lived instead of a sterile hospital? What an unexpected surprise!

A surge of joy welled up from her heart, momentarily overshadowing her phobia. She stole a glance at Lan Yan, only to find the older woman had finished the call and was looking back at her with a profound gaze. Su Yi’an’s ears flushed red. Terrified, she looked away, sitting even more stiffly than before.

She’s more obedient than the white kitten I keep, Lan Yan thought. Her inexplicable anger dissipated, replaced by a soft laugh. “Relax. I’m not a doctor, and I don’t have a needle to stick you with. If you’re going to be scared, wait until Jiang Mu gets here.”

She truly couldn’t fathom how an Alpha could be this afraid of a needle—especially an S-Class Alpha with such explosive combat power. Even without seeing the fight, she knew what it took to rescue people from a gang of thugs armed with knives and pipes. Is this what the kids call ‘gap moe’?

Su Yi’an felt a massive wave of shame. Though she kept her face neutral, the crimson on her ears spread across her entire face.

“I’m not that scared,” she tried to reclaim her dignity. “Sister, I can catch snakes with my bare hands. I can fight ten people at once.”

Alphas were synonyms for “strong” in this world. Being afraid of needles would surely get her labeled as “girly” or weak by many. Damn it, she thought, will Sister think I’m ‘incapable’?

She felt she was very “capable,” though she hadn’t had the chance to prove it yet.

Then, she remembered the strange liquid. Su Yi’an’s eyes dimmed as a dull ache began to throb in her neck.

“Little Crybaby, do you know what those thugs injected me with?”

System: “Host finally remembered to ask! That substance is designed to suppress desires—in short, chemical castration. Since Host doesn’t care about glands or pheromones, it shouldn’t affect you much.”

Su Yi’an: “…”

She tried to think of some “adult-rated” activities in her mind; immediately, her neck flared with sharp pain, and her mind went blank. The imagery was forcibly cut off.

Not much of an effect? This affected everything! It concerned her future happiness with Sister Grape!

Su Yi’an broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, her lips turning pale. Lan Yan, thinking she had scared the girl with the talk of needles, quickly supported her swaying body. “I won’t let them give you a shot. I was teasing.”

Scared but acting tough. Is the self-esteem of girls these days this high? Lan Yan wondered. Then again, she’d heard Alphas were sensitive about their image. It seemed this “Little Milk Alpha” was no exception.

The minty scent of Lan Yan’s perfume acted like a refreshing tonic. Su Yi’an’s pain miraculously eased. Looking at the elegant hand resting on her arm, her heart began to race like a trapped deer. Before the pain could return, she cut off her stray thoughts.

“It’s not the needle. My neck… it hurts a bit.”

They say the squeaky wheel gets the grease. In front of Sister Grape, she decided to be honest.

“Your neck?” Lan Yan remembered Lan Yin’s words. Her eyes darkened. “Let me see.”

Su Yi’an was more than willing. She turned around without hesitation, exposing her nape. Lan Yan leaned in, slowly peeling back the gauze. Just as she was about to look closely, the driver made a sharp turn followed by an abrupt brake.

History repeated itself. But this time, it was Lan Yan who “kissed” her.

Her lips landed exactly on the partially healed bite mark.

Su Yi’an’s eyes teared up from the initial sting, but as she felt that unique, familiar, soft fragrance, her emotions became incredibly complex. Surprised, delighted, and a little fearful. As an Alpha, her gland was taking one hit after another—she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She was mostly afraid she wouldn’t be able to get close to Sister Grape later.

The awkwardness didn’t last long. Lan Yan pulled away quickly and reached for a tissue to wipe her mouth, acting as if nothing happened. She had not only kissed the girl’s nape but ended up with the bitter taste of medicine on her lips.

Lan Yan’s face flushed between red and white—half from embarrassment, half from irritation.

This time, without needing an explanation from the driver, Lan Yan stepped out of the car. A black BMW had blocked their path. The window rolled down to reveal a greasy, middle-aged man. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, slightly overweight, with thinning hair and dark circles under his eyes—the look of someone who overindulged.

“I heard President Lan’s niece was taken by thugs. Is everything okay?” he asked, his eyes lighting up when he saw her.

Lan Yan gave a fake smile. “President Zhang, you’re too kind. As an Alpha nearing forty, shouldn’t you avoid wandering around at night? Any older and your pheromones might dry up entirely. If I were you, I’d find an Omega to marry and have a child as soon as possible.”

Zhang Baiyang’s scripted lines died in his throat. He stared at her in disbelief. “I’m an Alpha with plenty of Omegas around me. How can you compare yourself to me?”

She was using his own logic against him. Smart Omegas are a headache, he thought.

“Oh,” Lan Yan said indifferently. “Since you have so many, why cling to me? I am but a ‘common willow,’ I wouldn’t dare aspire to someone of your status.”

She usually didn’t bother with petty arguments, but Zhang Baiyang had chosen the wrong night to annoy her. The bitter taste of medicine was still on her lips.

“I don’t mind you ‘aspiring,’ nor do I mind your age,” Zhang Baiyang persisted. “If you agree to marry me, I’ll return those designers to you as a dowry.”

“Get lost!” Lan Yan snapped. She returned to the car and told the driver, “Drive. Shake him off.”

Zhang Baiyang followed like a piece of gum stuck to a shoe, shouting, “Think about it! A jewelry company without designers is just an empty shell!”

The cold aura radiating from Lan Yan filled the car. Su Yi’an quietly handed her a tissue. “Sister, he’s just a foul man. Don’t let him ruin your health.”

The Zhang family. Designers, huh? Su Yi’an noted.

Lan Yan took the tissue and thanked her. Her anger cooled significantly. Why waste time on a man like that when she had a company to save?

Half an hour later, they arrived at a high-end residential complex. Su Yi’an looked at the building across from the one she’d stayed in a few days ago and fell silent. Fate. They lived on the same floor in the same block. Why hadn’t she seen her before? Wait, I hope she hasn’t seen me around here.

They entered the apartment. It was the same layout as Su Yi’an’s, but decorated in cool, elegant tones. As they were changing into slippers, the elevator dinged. Jiang Mu arrived with his medical bag.

He looked Su Yi’an up and down. “The little girl looks fine. You rushed me so much I thought it was an emergency.”

Lan Yan gestured for him to enter. “She was hit with iron pipes and injected with an unknown drug. Check her over. And try to avoid needles.”

“Is that so?” Jiang Mu’s expression turned serious. He closed the door and looked at Su Yi’an. “Where are the injuries? Let me see.”

Su Yi’an’s scalp tightened. Her injuries were in places not exactly suitable for an Omega to see—except for Sister Grape, of course.

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