The CEO Omega’s 'Soft Rice' Alpha - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

“No smoking allowed here, Great-aunt!”

Zhan Ming glared at her, his eyes dark and unreadable.

Su Yi’an immediately stubbed out the cigarette. “Sorry, I forgot!”

She had simply grown accustomed to lighting a cigarette whenever she was discussing business or thinking deeply; she had forgotten this wasn’t the country she used to live in. She glanced at a server who had started to walk over to warn her but stopped after seeing her put it out. She felt a sudden surge of alertness: in the future, when facing Lan Yan, she would have to change many of these small habits. Furthermore, she had to be wary of anyone who had seen her today.

Perhaps the first step, starting today, was to quit smoking. Honestly, it would be difficult, as it was something that had accompanied her for a long time, but how would she know unless she tried?

The price of chasing Miss Grape seems quite high, Su Yi’an thought with a smile. Zhan Ming, watching her smile for no apparent reason, felt bewildered. He suppressed his annoyance and said, “If there’s anything else, please speak plainly. I’m busy getting to class, Great-aunt!”

Su Yi’an snapped back to reality and straightened her expression. “Fine.”

The conversation with Zhan Ming lasted another half hour.

To make the act convincing, Su Yi’an spent the rest of the day seeking out the middle-aged “actor” couple and the university president, arranging for her personal data to be modified according to her desired script. Naturally, after today, she could no longer live in the apartment she had just bought; she would have to live in the dorms starting tomorrow. Additionally, she couldn’t drive her car, carry her designer bags, or wear the wardrobe full of beautiful clothes—and certainly no heavy makeup.

Still, if it meant being “carried away” by a beauty, it was all worth it.

The system was completely dazed by this series of operations. “Does any of this actually help the mission, Host?” It felt like the host was being very proactive, but the direction of her efforts seemed slightly off-track.

“Didn’t you say the goal was just to sabotage the agreement between the male and female leads? Who cares how I do it?” Su Yi’an brushed it off with a perfunctory answer. If she told the system she planned to take the role of the “sugarmommy” herself, the system would start crying again.

At 9:00 PM, having settled everything, she returned home.

Su Yi’an felt a bit melancholy as she opened the fridge and took out the grapes she bought yesterday. She ate two to quench her thirst and then flopped onto the sofa. Looking at her newly purchased second-hand phone, she took out the paper with Lan Yan’s contact info. After a moment of hesitation, she opened WeChat and typed in the friend request: Hello, Sister. I am Su Yi’an.

Fortunately, Lan Yan had given her a WeChat ID and not a phone number; otherwise, she really wouldn’t have had a good excuse to call.

Lan Yan’s profile picture was a moist, plump grape, and her name was a simple “Lan Lan.” To Su Yi’an, who had tasted the real thing, it felt entirely different. She suddenly felt the house was filled with the fragrance of grapes; her throat felt parched again, and the back of her neck throbbed with a sharp pain. She got up, brought out a plate of grapes, and stared at her phone while eating, waiting for a response.

However, an hour passed and the request hadn’t been accepted. Su Yi’an couldn’t help but feel disappointed. As expected, Lan Yan was likely just humoring her. A CEO certainly wouldn’t add a nobody like her over twenty yuan. If this didn’t work, she’d have to find another way. Regardless, as long as she had Zhan Ming under control, she would eventually see her.

Su Yi’an thought for a moment and contacted her friend abroad, Chen Zhi. Her first words were: “Send me some of those videos and novels you have.”

She understood female-female relationships in the real world, but in an ABO world, she was honestly a bit uncertain. Since she hadn’t had these desires before but had them now, she figured watching them would help her learn and provide some release; otherwise, she’d never be able to sleep while thinking about Sister Grape.

Chen Zhi was a wealthy second-generation heir who was obsessed with the entertainment industry. She was a female Alpha—cold on the surface but extremely irreverent in private. Being the same age as Su Yi’an, she was the only friend Su Yi’an could truly talk to.

Chen Zhi had just finished filming and was drinking water when she received the message. She spat the water out, startling the crew. Everyone rushed over to ask if she was okay.

“It’s nothing,” Chen Zhi shook her head and found a quiet spot. She excitedly typed: “The Little Nun wants to learn how to eat meat? An’an, quick, tell me your account wasn’t hacked!”

In their circle, Su Yi’an was the only Alpha who had reached this age without ever “tasting meat.” Last week, she had even “gone vegan” (given up sex entirely), which is why Chen Zhi gave her that nickname. Chen Zhi had sent her such novels and videos before, but Su Yi’an had always deleted them expressionlessly. She hadn’t expected Su Yi’an to ask for them in broad daylight.

“Yes,” Su Yi’an didn’t deny it and directly started a video call. She wasn’t a “little nun”; she just wasn’t fond of “meat” previously. That didn’t mean she couldn’t eat it. If she met someone she liked, she could eat them until they were afraid. “Meat” in every sense of the word.

Chen Zhi picked up. She wasn’t dazzled by Su Yi’an’s stunning face; instead, she stared suspiciously at the unfamiliar living room behind her. “You’re not home? Where are you?” It was dark outside the window, proving she wasn’t in America.

“China, Beijing,” Su Yi’an answered candidly. A hint of impatience flickered in her picturesque eyes as she urged Chen Zhi, accidentally crushing a grape in her hand. “Do you have them or not? Hurry up!”

Summer nights were always so restless.

Chen Zhi was startled by the unusual intensity in her eyes, then burst out laughing and winked suggestively. “Beijing? I see, Little Nun. You snuck over there without a word. No wonder you’re acting like this today. Is it for your fiancée?”

Rumor had it Su Yi’an had a childhood betrothal in China—a girl named Lan Yin, supposedly born on the same day as Su Yi’an. Her sister acting this strangely must be for this fiancée.

“What fiancée?” Su Yi’an didn’t recall this. She considered it the business of the original host and didn’t care. She only cared about one thing: “Do you have them? If not, I’ll get them from someone else.” She gestured to hang up.

Chen Zhi hurriedly said, “I have them, I have them! Sending them now. I wish you a pleasant night—and not just for tonight!”

“By the way, my current project is almost finished. I just took a new role that’s filming in China next week. I’ll come find you then!”

“Don’t find me!” Receiving the links, Su Yi’an hung up instantly, cold and heartless. Who knew if she would have successfully wooed Lan Yan by then? Chen Zhi coming over would just cause trouble.

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