The CEO Omega’s 'Soft Rice' Alpha - Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Su Yi’an hadn’t slept well for the past two days. Her exhaustion was palpable, but because she was so beautiful, her haggard state only made her look more pitiable.

“Little girl, did you… get kicked out by the one at home?” an elderly woman asked as she left early to walk her grandson to school.

Lately, Su Yi’an and Lan Yan had been seen coming and going together, looking sweet and inseparable, so the neighbors had quite an impression of them.

“Mmh,” Su Yi’an replied. She had spoken to this grandmother before, so she wasn’t a stranger. She had done something wrong, been kicked out by her wife, and was now facing the risk of her family falling apart.

As the sky grew brighter, the door remained tightly shut. Not knowing how her Sister was doing inside, Su Yi’an was consumed with anxiety and had no heart to explain things to the old woman.

The grandmother, failing to see Su Yi’an’s urgency, offered some well-meaning advice: “Partners are bound to have bumps in the road. I see your lady—though she looks a bit cold, she’s not stone-hearted. As long as it’s not a matter of principle, you should just apologize properly. Young couples fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot… Looking at you, you’ve been out here all night, haven’t you? Listen to me, go knock on the door now. Maybe your wife is just waiting for you to admit your mistake.”

After saying her piece, the grandmother left with her grandson, leaving Su Yi’an staring blankly at the door.

Sister hates lying, yet I deceived her. Isn’t that a matter of principle? Is there really no way to salvage this? Su Yi’an clutched her chest, taking a painful step back.

The problem wasn’t getting inside; she had the keys. The problem was that Sister didn’t want her there, and she didn’t dare barge in. Wait… Sister kicked me out but didn’t confiscate my keys. Does that prove the divorce she was about to mention was just an impulse? Do I still have a chance? Su Yi’an’s mind raced with wild thoughts.

At that moment, the door opened. Lan Yan walked out. Her complexion looked better than last night, but it might have been the makeup; the faint dark circles under her eyes betrayed the fact that she hadn’t slept a wink.

“Sister…” Su Yi’an’s heart ached. She squeezed out a strained smile and moved forward, her hand twitching, yet she didn’t dare touch her. “I really know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have lied to you. But I knew back then that if I hadn’t hidden my identity, you would have definitely stayed with Zhan Ming. I like you so much. It was love at first sight. I hid it for so long because I was afraid you wouldn’t want me.”

Her voice was choked with urgency and a hint of a sob. There was no trace of acting; she sounded no different from the usual “Rabbit.”

Lan Yan’s fingertips trembled, but she didn’t give Su Yi’an so much as a glance, let alone a word. She walked straight toward the elevator, treating Su Yi’an entirely like a stranger.

For the first time, Su Yi’an felt the true chill of CEO Lan.

The people Sister had sent to investigate her had been intercepted, which meant Sister had likely discovered the truth herself, almost certainly through the internet. At the time, Su Yi’an had confirmed with the System that the Lan family’s business didn’t involve the US and that Sister didn’t follow US news, which was why she felt safe using a fake identity and hadn’t bothered to erase her past. After all, her past news was from over a week before she came to the Flower Country; unless someone intentionally went digging, it was hard to find.

This time, because of that phone call last night, Sister must have stumbled upon those reports by some twist of fate. Su Yi’an suspected it was because Sister was worried about her, which made her feel even worse. Sister is so good to me, yet I lied to her. I’m a scoundrel. I deserve to die. She didn’t ask for immediate forgiveness, only that Sister wouldn’t sentence her to death immediately and would give her a chance to reform.

Su Yi’an followed Lan Yan closely, explaining everything incessantly. Except for the matters regarding the “transmigration” and the “System,” she confessed everything. She detailed the incident with Zhang Baiyang and the shrewish husband, how she hired a coach for Jiang Mu to repay a debt of gratitude, how she really treated those actors as her Uncle and Aunt, and the details of how Madman Wang set her up to go abroad. She confessed every tiny detail, a stark contrast to her usual reserved self. Had she not been restricted, she might have even confessed about the transmigration.

It was early, and they were the only two in the elevator. Lan Yan remained expressionless, appearing indifferent, but there was a flicker in her calm eyes—or rather, a growing spark of anger. Very few people could easily stir Lan Yan’s emotions; Su Yi’an happened to be one of them.

This dead rabbit, this broken rabbit. She claimed she only lied about her identity, but she had done so many things behind her back. Usually acting so pitiful, yet she had played everyone, including her, like fools. It was infuriating. She used to think Su Yi’an was perfect aside from her lack of restraint in “that” area; now it seemed it was all an act.

Although the US couldn’t compare to the Flower Country, in terms of family background alone, the Lan family was far inferior to the Su family. For the eldest Miss of the Su family to lower herself to cook and clean for her… strictly speaking, she was the one who profited. Lan Yan thought self-mockingly. Catching a glimpse of the still-babbling Su Yi’an from the corner of her eye, her anger flared again; she almost felt like biting her to death.

However, after a night of cooling down, she didn’t impulsively mention divorce like she had yesterday. Lan Yan didn’t know how she felt or how to handle this. All she knew was that she didn’t want to see this person right now. Seeing Su Yi’an made her overthink, made her heart ache, and made her angrier. No one had ever made her this angry or this miserable.

The elevator ride down was fast, yet it felt agonizingly long to Lan Yan—long enough for her to clearly smell Su Yi’an’s wine-scented pheromones, which she used to love but now made her grit her teeth. Why is she still following me like a lost puppy? We might as well just die here together. Lan Yan’s head throbbed with anger; for a moment, this childish thought actually crossed her mind.

At that exact moment, the elevator suddenly jolted, then plummeted two floors. Both their faces paled during the turbulence, but neither screamed. Su Yi’an reacted instantly, wrapping her arms tightly around her Sister and comforting her: “Don’t be afraid, Sister. I’m here. It’s okay.”

Lan Yan was pulled into her embrace, her face pressed against that familiar warmth. Smelling the scent that used to bring her so much peace, Lan Yan’s face flushed uncontrollably for a second before turning cold again.

The elevator stopped. The doors showed no sign of opening. Just as Su Yi’an was about to press the emergency button, the doors slid open, as if the small accident had been a mere illusion.

Lan Yan: “…” She pushed Su Yi’an away and walked out without mercy.

The sudden incident had made her reflect on many things from their past, and the flood of memories only made her heart more chaotic. Nothing was more important than life; she was certain she couldn’t bear for this “broken rabbit” to get hurt, but she couldn’t forgive her immediately either. So, she would leave it at this for now.

It was only about 7:00 AM. It was a bit too early for Lan Yan to go to work. Is Sister going to leave me, abandon the house, and leave alone? Terrified, Su Yi’an followed quickly. “Sister, where do you want to go? I’ll drive you. You haven’t had breakfast, right? What do you want to eat? I’ll go make it for you right now…”

She had already explained the big things in the elevator. Now, she didn’t know what to say to make her cold Sister acknowledge her, so she could only clumsily try to please her like usual. Thinking of their beautiful past and being truly afraid of losing her, Su Yi’an’s eyes reddened as she spoke, looking as if she were about to burst into tears on the street.

Lan Yan felt a sting in her heart at that look and slowly clenched her fists. In public, as an Alpha, what are you doing crying? I’m the Omega who was deceived and I haven’t cried; I should be the one crying. Is the eldest Miss Su really this formidable? Right now, she looked like a pathetic, unwanted puppy. It was…

Lan Yan couldn’t find the word, but it was impossible for her to remain completely unmoved. After all, this was the person she had loved for so long and had been intimate with. She wasn’t a saint; she couldn’t instantly excise the past from her life. Her heart felt like it was being pricked by needles. Although she still didn’t speak, her expression wasn’t as hard as before, even if the change was microscopic.

Thinking of needles, Lan Yan narrowed her eyes. She didn’t look at the person following her. She had intended to drive back to her family home, but she stopped, took out her phone, and called Jiang Mu. “A-Mu, are you free? Can you come pick me up?”

“Mmh. I’m sick. I need an injection.” She bit out the last word heavily.

Su Yi’an’s pupils contracted, and her legs went weak. She felt Sister was using the word “needle” to scare her on purpose, but what if Sister was actually sick? She had heard that many illnesses were caused by anger—and Sister was angry because of her. If Sister really got sick because of her, she would be eternally guilty.

Thinking of her fear of needles, Su Yi’an broke into a cold sweat. But even though she was terrified, she said worriedly, “Is Sister sick? Where do you feel unwell? It’ll take too long for Dr. Jiang to get here. Let me take you.”

Lan Yan gave her a sidelong glance. Seeing her so scared yet still unable to stop caring, some of the resentment in her heart finally dissipated. If the famous Miss Su of the US could act this well, she would truly be terrifying. So, her feelings weren’t entirely fake, right?

Mentioning “driving her” several times—was she afraid she’d forgotten her car keys and house keys were in Su’s hand? Lan Yan’s cold gaze landed on Su Yi’an, and she finally spoke: “Give me the car keys and the house keys. Also, from now on, I don’t want to see you the moment I open my door. I trust Miss Su won’t be so tactless, right?”

Sister was willing to talk to her! Su Yi’an should have been happy, but the content of those words made happiness impossible. She had explained so much, yet Sister was indifferent and even took back the keys. Wasn’t this a clear sign of drawing a line? “Miss Su”—Sister rarely, if ever, called her that. It was a normal title for others, but to her, it sounded worse than the “Student Su” from before. It felt like the distance between them had suddenly stretched by thousands of miles. They were within reach, yet they couldn’t get close.

Reluctantly, Su Yi’an handed over the keys. “Sister finally talked to me.” No complaint, just a statement of fact. If Sister doesn’t want to see me the moment she steps out, I’ll just stay downstairs and watch her from afar. At least Sister hadn’t mentioned divorce again; things weren’t at their worst.

Su Yi’an felt like she couldn’t breathe, but she tried her best to control her emotions to avoid making another mistake. She felt she was doing a good job controlling herself, but she didn’t realize her eyes were becoming increasingly red, a layer of mist forming. To Lan Yan, she looked like a puppy about to be abandoned.

Lan Yan: “…” I haven’t even done anything to her yet, and she’s acting like it’s life or death. If I actually divorced her, would she wail at the top of her lungs in front of me? Even though she was still angry, the thought of such a scene made Lan Yan want to laugh.

But as the information she saw online flashed through her mind, her face grew cold again. The eldest Miss of the Su family is quite formidable—not the simple, reserved Rabbit I thought. Making so much money at a young age, sending people to the hospital… she’s the Alpha every Omega in the US wants to marry.

Lan Yan took the keys. Deciding not to wait for Jiang Mu, she hailed a taxi to go to his place. It wasn’t the weekend, but Jiang Mu had taken the day off for some reason and said he couldn’t pick her up, so she had to go herself. For some reason, she didn’t want her family to know she had been “deceived” into marriage yet. No, not deceived—she was the one who wanted to get married and the one who proposed. The other person had simply hidden their identity and let her “keep” them.

Keep. Hah. The Miss Su of immeasurable wealth being “kept” by her. What a joke. Anyway, she definitely wasn’t hiding it because she was afraid her brothers would make things difficult for Su Yi’an. Jiang Mu was clearly more reliable for this. Her priority was to solve the problem and stop being pestered to death by this “broken rabbit.” Yes, that was it.

Once in the taxi, Lan Yan messaged Jiang Mu and told her secretary she wouldn’t be in today. She wasn’t in the mood to work and wasn’t in the right state for it. The company wasn’t busy lately, so missing a day or two wouldn’t matter. After being busy for so long, she wanted to rest.

A car followed her—Su Yi’an was inside—but Lan Yan ignored it. She didn’t tell her driver to lose the tail and let him drive openly to Jiang Mu’s neighborhood. She bet Su Yi’an wouldn’t dare follow her into Jiang Mu’s home.

Su Yi’an wanted to go in, but since Sister didn’t allow it, she truly didn’t dare. She could only stand outside, looking longingly toward where her Sister had gone.

Jiang Mu opened his door and was surprised to see the two of them looking like they were in the middle of a fallout. To him, they had been incredibly sweet before and after the marriage. From Lan Yan’s occasional remarks, they rarely argued. Lan Yan was a bit assertive at work, but the little Alpha was so obedient and usually deferred to her; they shouldn’t be able to fight. But looking at them now, they were clearly in a cold war.

Wait—didn’t the little Alpha just go to the US to study the day before yesterday? Why was she back today and in a cold war with Lan Lan? It didn’t make sense. Could it be that she sneaked back, and Lan Lan was angry about that? Looking at the way the Alpha watched Lan Lan, it seemed plausible. Lan Yan hadn’t told Jiang Mu the whole story yet, so his guesses were off-track.

Couples’ quarrels don’t last the night. Since Lan Lan came to find him and allowed the Alpha to follow, it meant things weren’t irredeemable. They might be sweet again in a while; if he played the villain now, he’d regret it later. Jiang Mu understood this well.

So, after inviting Lan Yan in, he looked back at Su Yi’an. “Why aren’t you coming in? It’s cold outside, come in quickly.”

It wasn’t even the end of July, and it was a sunny day outside. Jiang Mu was clearly lying through his teeth. Lan Yan didn’t speak, but her movements while changing her shoes paused for a moment.

Su Yi’an stole a glance at Lan Yan, then gritted her teeth and shook her head painfully. “I’ll wait for Sister here.” Sister must have things to discuss with Jiang Mu; following her in would be tactless. Most importantly, Sister hadn’t forgiven her yet, so she didn’t dare enter.

The little Alpha is this obedient? Then what on earth did she do to make Lan Lan this angry? Even if she sneaked back, it shouldn’t be this bad. He felt an Alpha like this couldn’t do anything world-shatteringly wrong, but Lan Lan wasn’t an unreasonable woman either. He couldn’t figure it out.

Jiang Mu clicked his tongue inwardly, his confusion growing. Seeing that Su Yi’an really wasn’t coming in, he closed the door and poured a cup of tea for Lan Yan, who had already sat down in the living room.

“Your little Alpha is so well-behaved and obedient. What exactly happened to make you this angry?” Jiang Mu asked with a smile. Although Lan Yan looked composed, he knew from one glance that she was furious. Others expressed anger with fire; his Lan Lan expressed it with ice—a coldness that kept people a thousand miles away. He felt like her aura was about to freeze him solid.

After a moment of silence, Lan Yan rotated the teacup in her hand and spoke softly, “I have a friend…”

The all-too-familiar opening made Jiang Mu choke. He quickly pulled out a tissue to wipe the tea from his lips and gestured to his displeased friend to continue. “Go on, I’m listening. The tea was a bit hot.” He knew how reserved his friend was, so even though they both knew who she was talking about, he chose not to expose her.

“That friend of mine was deceived by her little Alpha…”

Inside the room, one person spoke coldly while the other listened. Jiang Mu’s smiling face gradually froze. When he saw the videos and photos Lan Yan provided, his face showed anger, disbelief, and heartache. That seemingly pure little Alpha actually lied to my Lan Lan? With a family background like that, why did she come to trick her? For her body? It was possible, but a Miss Su could have any Omega she wanted.

How heartbroken Lan Lan must be. Even though she was recounting this calmly, he could feel her underlying sorrow; she had likely already cried in secret. Lan Lan was rational, but she was still an Omega, and Omegas are generally more emotional than Alphas. Being deceived the first time she loved an Alpha… he felt sad for her. If it weren’t for the fact that Lan Lan hadn’t mentioned a single word about divorce, he would have advised her to just leave that liar.

Outside, the door to the neighboring apartment opened. A handsome man walked out. He looked thin-faced, but his exposed muscles suggested he was capable. Seeing Su Yi’an, he froze for a moment, then bowed respectfully. “Miss.”

“Why are you here?” the man asked. He had done everything Miss had instructed; he had protected Jiang Mu well, and even…

Thinking of the Omega lying in his arms with a shy expression, the man’s eyes flickered. Did Miss come here because of that? Surely not. Although he had done some things beyond the mission scope, his feelings for Jiang Mu were real. Miss shouldn’t be so bored as to manage his love life, right? Despite his thoughts, a trace of worry appeared on his face.

Su Yi’an caught it. She asked casually, “You and Jiang Mu…?”

To her surprise, the man panicked, even rudely interrupting her: “Miss, Jiang Mu and I are together by mutual consent. If you want to blame someone, blame me.”

Su Yi’an: “…” Who asked about that? But they were together?

Jiang Mu was Sister’s friend. Sister was likely discussing how to deal with her with him right now. Could she use this man to whisper in Jiang Mu’s ear and help her with Sister?

Seeing Su Yi’an remain silent, the man felt uneasy. He knew this young lady’s methods. He waited, thinking he’d be punished for this small matter, only to hear his Miss say slowly: “My Sister is inside. When you see Jiang Mu, tell him to stay out of it… in a subtle way.”

She still couldn’t bring herself to use any underhanded tactics on Sister. Jiang Mu didn’t have to help; she just hoped he wouldn’t add to the mess. What if the two Omegas inside talked themselves into a bigger rage, and Sister came out and dragged her to the Civil Affairs Bureau for a divorce?

If she had known, she wouldn’t have kept the marriage certificate with her. If that happened, she could have at least delayed it.

The man was bewildered. Sister? Is that the wife the brothers were gossiping about yesterday? He wished he hadn’t come out; he felt caught in a very difficult position.

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