The Cold And Straight Alpha Is Always Being Flirted With By The Goddess Aunt - Chapter 11

Yan Qing did not know how to comfort the young girl before her.

Yan Qinghe’s eyes were brimming with tears, her expression a mix of three parts grievance and four parts agonizing hardship.

“Rest assured, I do not like Ji Qianqian,” Yan Qing said solemnly.

Heh, how could Qianqian ever like someone like me? Yan Qinghe thought self-deprecatingly. She choked back her sobs, calmed her emotions, and asked:

“Do you have a way for us to return to our respective bodies?”

“Not yet… but I will keep trying,” Yan Qing replied.

She didn’t know why she was able to enter the sea of consciousness so smoothly this time, as if she had won the lottery, or how she could communicate so freely with the original soul.

“Being here, can you see everything I do outside?” Thinking of her bathing and her interactions with Xi Zhaowan, Yan Qing’s expression became strange.

“I can’t see that,” Yan Qinghe denied flatly. “I was only awakened from my slumber this time after Qianqian marked you. I can only perceive things related to Qianqian.”

Yan Qing understood this to mean that since she was currently occupying Qinghe’s body, Ji Qianqian’s act of marking her had triggered the awakening of the original soul. She hadn’t fully grasped the causal relationship between the two yet.

Recalling the incident, Ji Qianqian’s choice to mark her while she was in heat was quite strange. Given how Yan Qinghe had been a devoted “simp” in the past while Ji Qianqian remained unmoved, the logical behavior for the eldest Miss Ji would have been to leave her be.

“I didn’t expect that under those circumstances, she would choose to mark you.”

“It’s probably ‘payback’ for when I marked her before,” Yan Qinghe said with a bitter smile. As her memories surfaced, the electronic screen in the sealed room lit up again, playing scenes of the past before Yan Qing’s eyes.

The elders of their two families had been close since their grandparents’ generation. Yan Qinghe’s grandfather, Yan Jue, and Ji Qianqian’s grandfather were friends. By the third generation, although the two children had an unpleasant first encounter, their relationship softened as they attended the same middle school and spent time together.

During those youthful years of intimate whispers and playful laughter, Ji Qianqian might not have realized it herself, but she did have feelings for Yan Qinghe, vague and unrecognized.

At first, she thought: How wonderful it would be if Qinghe differentiated into an Omega. We could be best friends for life, never to be parted.

“But… what if I accidentally differentiate into an Alpha?” the young girl had asked, her eyes as cautious as a startled fawn.

Would Qianqian distance herself? she wondered.

“Then I won’t play with you anymore,” Ji Qianqian had said, drifting away from Yan Qinghe like a falling leaf.

Her footsteps trod the bluestone path, but her heart was not as light as her words. Ji Qianqian didn’t know if she would still choose to be friends, but the young girl’s stiff silhouette, like a straight sapling, already carried the cold austerity of adolescence.

If she was the leaf and Qinghe was the tree, deep down, she didn’t want to stray too far. Even a falling leaf wishes to return to its roots, even if it must be crushed into dust.

But when the leaf finally trembled under the tree’s shadow, the agitated leaf chose the most heartless way to detach itself.

The Secret of Miss Ji

This all began with Ji Qianqian’s childhood. The seemingly bright and generous Miss Ji hid a secret: she was an illegitimate daughter. Her biological mother, Pei Huan, was an uneducated bar girl who had been forcibly marked by the wild and predatory Master Ji, resulting in a one night stand child Ji Qianqian.

Before the age of six, she was never acknowledged. It wasn’t until Master Ji’s first legitimate child died and his wife failed to conceive again that Ji Qianqian was brought home. However, when she turned fourteen, her father finally succeeded in producing a half-brother.

Ji Qianqian’s position became awkward. Surprisingly, the brother was born with a weak constitution, average intelligence, and blindness; doctors predicted a 99% chance he would be a Beta with no hope of differentiation. Ji Qianqian’s Omega advantage shone through, and the elders refused to let her be driven out, even hinting at grooming her as the successor.

But the seeds of hatred were sown. She was forbidden from seeing her mother, who lived frugally in the countryside. In the Ji household, she was like a decoration, surrounded by cold, robotic servants and the biting resentment of her father’s wife.

During countless sleepless nights, she remembered her mother’s hot tears falling on her cheeks.

“Qian’er, I truly wish you were just an ordinary Beta.”

“But since you are an Omega, you must protect yourself. Stay far away from Alphas.”

“The day someone becomes an Alpha, no matter how harmless they look, they can never control their nature.”

“Once an Omega is marked, they become that Alpha’s possession, a flower to be crushed at will.”

Her mother’s warnings echoed in her mind. Facing her father and his wife, this feeling of repulsion never faded. As the years passed, the “branding” in her heart only grew deeper.

The Warmth of “The Dog”

Yan Qinghe was none of those people. She was just the daughter of a family friend, simple, kind, and looking at her with innocent eyes like a puppy wagging its tail.

She gave Ji Qianqian the feeling that if she just beckoned, the other would come running. And that was exactly how it was. Once, when Ji Qianqian had a fever and didn’t want to go home, and the Yan elders were away, the young Yan Qinghe insisted on learning how to cook porridge and brew medicine herself, fearing Qianqian wouldn’t like the food.

Little Qinghe cooked seven types of porridge at once lotus seed, pumpkin, silver ear, and more. Worried the medicine would taste bad, she consulted a doctor for alternatives, tasting each one herself to find the most palatable option.

She was just a child herself, usually the one being cared for, but Ji Qianqian’s illness made her strive to be the caregiver. She stayed by Qianqian’s side without rest, telling jokes to cheer her up.

Once, when bringing medicine, Ji Qianqian casually remarked it was a bit hot. Little Qinghe immediately tasted the temperature herself, then replaced it with a bowl at the perfect temperature. When Qianqian nodded in approval, Qinghe actually used a remote thermometer to measure it.

Note: This is the temperature she likes.

To Ji Qianqian’s amusement and warmth, every drink Yan Qinghe brought after that was exactly that temperature, kept in a controlled thermos. When Qianqian complained of being bored with the food and mentioned wanting breakfast from a famous, hard to queue shop, Yan Qinghe began delivering it every other day, rain or shine.

In return, Ji Qianqian prepared surprises. Seeing Yan Qinghe’s athletic build and love for sports, she customized high-end protective gear. Knowing Qinghe liked the cartoon character Jiggly puff, she even commissioned custom “Jiggly puff Edition” sports sets.

Watching the cartoon character on her knee pads bounce as she ran, Ji Qianqian felt a sense of satisfaction. Qinghe is so excellent and warm, I’m almost falling for her.

“Is that so?” she heard her heart whisper. “If only Qinghe were a Beta or Omega.”

If that were the case, it might be possible… She tried to ignore the deep-seated anxiety.

The Cruel Turning Point

But fate is cruel and loves to mock. Yan Qinghe’s differentiation came early. They were at a mall when Qinghe suddenly felt unwell, emitting pheromones.

Ji Qianqian rushed her to a “Pheromone Sealed Venting Room” booths found everywhere in the ABO world to prevent uncontrolled outbreaks. She wasn’t sure what Qinghe would become, but her instinct was to comfort her. As Qinghe fell into a feverish delirium, she tried to call for help, but Qinghe snatched the phone away.

“Sss!” Ji Qianqian’s eyes filled with panic. She felt a chill on her neck as her scent-blocking patch was rudely torn off. In an instant, Yan Qinghe turned into an agitated pup, leaning in to sniff her.

“Qianqian… your pheromones… smell so good,” she murmured. “I wanted to be the Omega you like… but I wanted to be closer to you. Can I only get close if I’m an Omega?” Her eyes were full of obsession.

“Qinghe, breathe. Calm down.” Ji Qianqian tried to push her away, but Qinghe’s face was scorching.

At that moment, Yan Qinghe likely didn’t know what she was doing. Her pheromones were exploding, and only the fragrance before her could quench the thirst. She held that fragrance tight, as if trying to press it into her very bones.

“Sss…” Ji Qianqian heard the sound of clothes falling.

She was like a sacrifice on an altar, forced to face a sharp, piercing rift.

“No…!”

She was treated like an object, driven into without regard. Amidst the tears, a black hole in her heart swallowed her nerves. She thought in despair:

So, she eventually became… an Alpha like that. So, I eventually met this fate as an Omega. So, I could be marked by her like this.

Just like her father marked her mother. Mother… I’m sorry. I became what you hated most.

“I’m sorry, Qianqian.” After it ended, the girl’s tears fell like beads. She knelt at Ji Qianqian’s feet, hands clutching her shoes, begging for forgiveness.

Ji Qianqian’s eyes were vacant, tinged with loathing. The girl was covered in her scent, crying with snot and tears, wanting to hold on yet afraid to touch…

She looked like a filthy stray dog.

But this time, Ji Qianqian didn’t want to keep her. She wanted to throw her away.