The CEO Omega’s 'Soft Rice' Alpha - Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Su Yi’an, Chen Zhi, He Xia, and one of Lan Yin’s close friends sat down at the Mahjong table, while the others gathered around to watch the excitement.

“Come, come! Anyone who doesn’t know how to play, come and learn. You’ll have chances to play together in the future.”

“By the way, how much are we playing for?”

“A little gambling adds flavor. How about ten-yuan stakes?”

“I’ve handed all my allowance over to my girlfriend, so I don’t have as much as you guys.”

“Works for me.”

At the Mahjong table, Chen Zhi’s facial expression remained frozen; she looked like a silent wooden gourd. Su Yi’an was busy keeping her wife company. Lan Yin’s friend, being the only Omega at the table, was much more reserved than usual. He Xia had no choice but to take the lead in talking.

A servant brought over a fruit platter, and the onlookers chatted and laughed while they ate, making the atmosphere much more relaxed.

“Please take these flowers to my bedroom, thank you,” Lan Yin said, stopping the servant and handing him the bunch of bright red flowers. “Oh, and one more thing—tell my uncles they don’t need to trouble themselves with entertaining my friends.”

Lan Yin whispered that last part to the servant so the others wouldn’t hear. She knew exactly how dark her uncles’ expressions had turned when she accepted the flowers from Chen Zhi earlier. She and Chen Zhi weren’t even officially together yet; she couldn’t let her uncles make things difficult for her. Even if they were together, it wouldn’t be right.

The servant took the flowers obediently. “Yes, Miss.”

While moving the flowers, a small red box tumbled out from the bouquet. The box popped open, and a priceless diamond ring rolled to a stop right at Lan Yin’s feet.

“I am so sorry, Little Miss,” the servant apologized while picking up the ring.

Lan Yin: “…” The tips of her ears turned red once again.

Who gives a ring at a time like this? Is she trying to propose? They hadn’t even formally agreed to be girlfriend and girlfriend yet, and she was already proposing? Was this a bit too fast? This idiot was always so impatient.

The group looked at one another before everyone’s gaze landed on Chen Zhi.

Chen Zhi: “…It’s just… an ordinary birthday gift. Don’t be surprised.”

It wasn’t a proposal yet; the proposal would use a different ring. She sent this one simply because she felt sending only flowers was a bit plain. Moreover, in many movies she had acted in, the Alpha would send a ring and flowers for an Omega’s birthday. She thought Yin Yin would like it. Chen Zhi felt her entire face burning hot, but in reality, to outsiders, the naturally stoic Chen Zhi looked perfectly calm.

They believed her.

Lan Yin’s friends tried to help smooth things over: “Maybe Movie Queen Chen isn’t familiar with the customs here. If an Alpha gives an Omega a ring, it’s usually a proposal.”

“Is it different in the US?”

“Right, right! I remember in some places, friends give each other rings too.”

Chen Zhi glanced at Lan Yin, whose thoughts were unreadable, and nodded with difficulty. She knew the customs here; the US was exactly the same. She certainly wished Yin Yin would accept a proposal, but obviously, that was impossible right now. Since she had promised Yin Yin she would respect her wishes, she would keep her word.

The red on Lan Yin’s ears faded, and she felt strangely uncomfortable in her heart. But thinking of Chen Zhi’s low EQ, she suddenly felt relieved again. Chen Zhi was capable of things that others might find illogical—like pinning her against a tree to kiss her the moment they met.

At that time, Chen Zhi had asked her first, but she had been shocked and hesitant. In just ten seconds, Chen Zhi took her silence as a “yes” and eagerly kissed her as if she had never touched a pair of lips before. Later… later she didn’t have a chance to resist before they were caught and posted online, damaging Chen Zhi’s reputation.

At the thought of this, Lan Yin shot a discreet sideways glare at Chen Zhi.

Chen Zhi’s entire body stiffened. Does Yin Yin not like it? I must have made her angry again. Just like the kiss last time, she had been too impulsive. Yes, she should have asked for Yin Yin’s thoughts first. What should she do now…?

The cold-faced Chen Zhi suddenly looked quite dejected.

Su Yi’an cursed “idiot” under her breath. Before Lan Yan’s expression could change, she leaned in and whispered in her ear: “Sister, don’t mind Chen Zhi. She just looks aloof, but she’s actually as dumb as a rock. Giving a ring doesn’t necessarily mean a proposal.”

Chen Zhi was shrewd in every other aspect, but in matters of the heart, she was even dumber than Su Yi’an. “Master of Romance,” my foot—it was enough to make someone die laughing.

Lan Yan looked skeptical but didn’t say anything.

The atmosphere froze again. It was He Xia who stepped in to break the ice: “It’s normal! Nothing to be surprised about. It’s a birthday gift; just follow your heart. These meanings are all man-made anyway. Senior Lan Yin and Movie Queen Chen clearly have a pure friendship. Come, come, play Mahjong. There is nothing a game of Mahjong can’t solve.”

Everyone: “…”

Well, that made sense. He Xia might be a bit airheaded, but she was open-minded. No wonder she seemed to have no worries every day. The little interlude was intentionally forgotten by everyone.

Before shuffling the tiles, Su Yi’an looked at the upright, solemn Chen Zhi and asked seemingly casually, “When did you learn to play Mahjong?” Americans didn’t care for Mahjong, and most didn’t know how to play. Su Yi’an had no interest in learning, and she remembered Chen Zhi didn’t know how either.

Chen Zhi’s eyelid twitched. Just as He Xia began to draw tiles, she suddenly stood up and said apologetically, “Please wait a moment, I need to use the restroom.”

Of course she didn’t know how. She had never played a role involving Mahjong in her movies. She had seen people on film sets play, but she didn’t quite understand it. But Lan Yin was watching her; how could she admit she didn’t know? Besides, this was a chance to bond with the group. Even if she couldn’t play, she absolutely couldn’t admit it—unless Lan Yin knew and could teach her. Unfortunately, Lan Yin didn’t know either.

She only needed thirty minutes to understand the rules. As for winning or losing, she didn’t care much.

Seeing Su Yi’an and Lan Yan sitting close together, hugging, holding hands, and feeding each other, and then looking at the distance between her and Lan Yin—which was wide enough for two more people to stand in—Chen Zhi’s eyes turned slightly red with envy. She couldn’t figure it out.

Both were in their first relationships, both were pursuing girlfriends… the “Little Nun” (Su Yi’an), who was supposed to be the most innocent of their group, already had a child on the way. Yet she hadn’t even slept with Lan Yin once. Their recent interactions were incredibly chaste. Ever since Lan Yin scolded her, she hadn’t even kissed her mouth.

Where exactly did it go wrong? She was “thirsty,” yes, but she was only thirsty for Lan Yin. She wouldn’t even give another Omega a second glance.

Chen Zhi left unhurriedly, and no one suspected anything. Everyone understood nature’s call. After all, Chen Zhi was a Movie Queen, not an immortal; this actually made her seem more human.

Su Yi’an looked thoughtful. After eating the grape her Sister fed her, she smiled at Lan Yin, who was talking with her friends: “Niece, Chen Zhi might be in the restroom for a while. Why don’t you help her draw her tiles?”

Chen Zhi’s behavior meant nothing to the others, but as her friend, Su Yi’an knew that Chen Zhi avoiding the question meant she didn’t know how to play. She only went to the restroom to secretly look up a tutorial. Because if it were her, she would probably do the same.

But now, she had her Sister. Su Yi’an’s eyes softened as she squeezed Lan Yan’s hand. “Sister, if I lose later, you can’t blame me for embarrassing you as your ‘apprentice’.” She really didn’t know how to play. If she hadn’t wanted to give Chen Zhi a hand, she wouldn’t want to play Mahjong at all. How could Mahjong be more interesting than being clingy with her wife? However, if her Sister was going to teach her hand-in-hand, that would be fine too.

Lan Yan laughed, feeling somewhat helpless. “Fine.” What’s with the ‘apprentice’ talk? It’s just Mahjong. Rabbit is getting more and more clingy. Rabbit was twenty-three this year, born in the Year of the Rabbit. If the one in her belly was born next year, wouldn’t she have two rabbits? One big, one small. The big one was sometimes good and sometimes bad; she wondered what the small one would be like… Feeling the omnipresent scent of the little Alpha’s pheromones, Lan Yan dazed out slightly.

Lan Yin: “…” She silently sat down and took the tiles He Xia pushed toward her. Aunt Rabbit was getting more and more comfortable calling her “Niece” lately; even her uncles and Little Aunt didn’t call her that. As if sensing Lan Yin’s gaze, the smile on Su Yi’an’s face deepened. She intended to call both Lan Yin and Chen Zhi her “nieces.”

Half an hour later, Chen Zhi returned looking full of confidence. But because she had no expression, she appeared very cold. She walked to Lan Yin’s side, but the coldness strangely vanished. Chen Zhi looked at Lan Yin with focus.

Lan Yin stood up, feeling a bit flustered. “Aunt Rabbit asked me to help draw your tiles.”

“Mmh, thank you.” Chen Zhi kept a straight face as she sat down, but her heart was incredibly joyful. This was the stool her girlfriend had just sat on; by the transitive property, her girlfriend was hugging her. And the tiles were drawn by her girlfriend… so good. Well, they were a bit of a mess. The Little Nun finally did something good.

Chen Zhi and Lan Yin barely spoke another word, as if the ring from earlier was truly just a misunderstanding.

Four people playing Mahjong, two of them beginners—but there was a huge difference between these two beginners. Chen Zhi was very smart; she figured out the basic rules in just thirty minutes and didn’t look like a novice at all. Combined with good luck, she won two out of every three rounds. No one suspected that the thirty minutes she spent in the restroom were actually spent watching Mahjong tutorial videos.

Su Yi’an was also very smart, but she didn’t put her mind to the game at all. Instead, she tried every way possible to be close to the person beside her. For example, one moment she’d say she didn’t know how to play and ask Lan Yan to hold her hand to teach her; the next moment she’d say she was tired of sitting and needed to lean against Lan Yan. When she lost, she’d act pitiful.

“Sister, am I too stupid? Why can’t I learn no matter what?” Su Yi’an said piteously. She thought that maybe this tactic of Chen Zhi’s would work on Lan Yin. Her Sister liked “good” girls; maybe her niece liked them too.

Lan Yan was very patient. “You’re not stupid. You’re the smartest Rabbit. If you can’t learn it yet, just keep trying.” Their voices were very low, but their every move was open and undisguised. This level of intimacy made the single people’s teeth ache with envy.

Especially Chen Zhi—who only had the title of “girlfriend” but hadn’t been able to do anything she should do with her girlfriend. For a split second, she wanted to push the tiles away and leave, dragging Lan Yin to a secluded corner to kiss her fill. Obviously, that wasn’t realistic.

After calming down, Chen Zhi realized that the Little Nun might be teaching her how to chase her wife. They still had that much unspoken chemistry. However… acting pitiful and weak? How could an Alpha be so spineless? If others found out, they’d laugh their heads off. Absolutely unacceptable!

That was what Chen Zhi thought in her heart, but her eyes couldn’t help but glance toward Su Yi’an and Lan Yan, and her ears quietly perked up to listen.

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