The Eldest Lady always wants to have a double O Relationship with her old enemy - Chapter 37

Jiang Lan never knew Fang Xing could actually use rhetorical tricks as subtle as those from the Spring and Autumn Annals. She choked several times and then hurriedly excused herself, saying she needed the bathroom, before rushing upstairs.

Fang Xing, unhurried, finished her juice down to the last drop, then stood, tugged lightly on her coat, and said to the others:

“Take your time.”

With that, she retraced Jiang Lan’s escape route and slipped smoothly into the room. Jiang Lan sat on the edge of the bed, her face full of regret.

Leaning against the doorframe, arms folded, one leg bent with her toe touching the floor, Fang Xing asked lazily:

“What’s with that face?”

Jiang Lan suddenly stood up, gritting her teeth.
“Why—don’t you know?”

Fang Xing curved her lips, her light, airy tone deliberately provocative to Jiang Lan’s frayed nerves.
“I know. So? Here to settle accounts with me?”

Jiang Lan could practically hear her own teeth grinding, her throat tight and blocked.

Watching her falter, Fang Xing couldn’t help but chuckle. She strode forward, casually brushed a few strands of Jiang Lan’s hair with her fingers, and said:

“At this point, why don’t we just be together?”

Jiang Lan’s pupils shook violently. She slapped Fang Xing’s hand away with such force that Fang Xing’s shoulder tilted backward a bit. Fang Xing looked back at her in surprise.

“You’re insane! We’re both alphas!” Jiang Lan snapped.

Fang Xing raised a single brow.
“So what? Shen Jianxi and Tang Yanzhao are both omegas, aren’t they?”

“That’s different.”

“What’s different?”

“They’re friends,” Jiang Lan blurted out without thinking, her eyes catching Fang Xing’s teasing smile.

She thought Fang Xing would reply: Aren’t we friends too?

But instead Fang Xing said:
“Oh. Then yes, it is different.”

A muscle in Jiang Lan’s neck twitched painfully. She shut her eyes for a moment, and when she reopened them, Fang Xing was standing right before her like a ghost. One hand tapped idly against her trouser seam, lips still curled in that unfading smile.

Jiang Lan watched her draw closer and closer, silent, moving inch by inch. With her legs slightly apart from sitting, she suddenly felt Fang Xing’s knee slide between hers. By the time Jiang Lan realized what was happening and wanted to push back, it was already too late.

Fang Xing lifted her chin with a fingertip. Her expression looked the same as ever, yet somehow different.

Yes—different in allure. The same intoxicating allure as last night.

Jiang Lan’s throat moved involuntarily, and in doing so brushed against the back of Fang Xing’s finger. The faint touch sent tingles racing across her skin.

Fang Xing leaned closer, her scent wafting toward Jiang Lan’s nose like an unspoken invitation.

“I have designs on you,” she said plainly, directly.

Jiang Lan’s eyes didn’t even have time to tremble. That light scent had already wrapped her thoughts, leading, pulling, controlling.

Scenes from last night replayed before her like a film reel—every detail, every brush of skin, every contest of wills—etched crystal clear in her memory.

Her mouth suddenly went dry. Instinctively, Jiang Lan licked her lips.

Fang Xing’s thumb slid to the corner of her lips, pressing lightly, smearing that trace of moisture as though carefully applying lip balm.

“Jiang Lan.”

“Mm,” Jiang Lan answered in a muffled voice, her earlier sharpness gone without a trace.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

Jiang Lan’s gaze lingered on Fang Xing’s lips, so close she could feel every breath. Her own lips moved slightly:
“Yes.”

The expected answer. Fang Xing’s eyes lit with a ripple of laughter, as though bestowing a reward.
“Good.”

She leaned in, lips pressing together. With prior practice, Fang Xing was already adept, while Jiang Lan froze, letting Fang Xing lead.

Half a minute later, Fang Xing pulled back by only a finger’s width, her breath unsteady.
“Could you move a little?”

Jiang Lan still felt the imprint of the kiss, her limbs tingling numb. Only then did she realize how paralyzed she’d become.

“Fang Xing, this isn’t right.”

Fang Xing stayed close, brushing her tongue lightly against Jiang Lan’s lips. Jiang Lan instantly bit down on them.

Her voice turned husky, deliberate.
“What’s not right? You don’t like it?”

Didn’t like it? No—that wasn’t true. She liked it, or she wouldn’t have surrendered so easily. But something felt wrong—because they were both alphas. She couldn’t like her.

So Jiang Lan blurted out:
“I like omegas.”

Fang Xing tilted her head back, giving Jiang Lan only a sliver of relief, and asked with layered meaning:
“Really?”

Jiang Lan saw her reaction and seized it like a lifeline, nodding firmly.
“Yes. I don’t like alphas. I like omegas.”

A quiet laugh slipped from Fang Xing’s nose.
“That’s perfect then. Because I am.”

A bad premonition surged in Jiang Lan’s chest.
“W-what do you mean?”

Fang Xing raised her brow, pressed a hand against Jiang Lan’s cheek, tracing her eyebrows with her fingertip.
“Exactly what I said.”

Jiang Lan let out a disbelieving laugh.
“Impossible.”

“Don’t believe me?” Fang Xing tugged down her collar a little. “Why don’t you bite and see?”

A transparent suppressor patch covered the small gland beneath. Compared to an alpha’s, an omega’s glands were fuller, more protruding, rosier. But Fang Xing’s was underdeveloped, not quite what a typical omega’s looked like.

And her pheromones smelled just like an alpha’s. Clearly, she was toying with her.

Jiang Lan’s lips twitched. She slapped Fang Xing’s hand away.
“I may not be good at studying, but I can tell the difference between alphas and omegas, okay? And besides, even if we’re both alphas, flashing that kind of thing at someone else—it’s not exactly appropriate, is it?”

Her reaction was exactly what Fang Xing had expected.
“So what you mean is, you don’t want to develop things with me?”

“Of course not. Sister, our genders don’t match.”

“But Shen Jianxi and Tang Yanzhao—you accept them?”

Jiang Lan clicked her tongue impatiently.
“I already said they’re just friends. Why do you keep reading into them like this?”

Fang Xing sneered.
“You think they’re friends. But would Shen Jianxi agree?”

“Why wouldn’t she?” Jiang Lan asked innocently.

Fang Xing didn’t press the point. Instead, she asked:
“Do you think friends can kiss?”

“This…” The question caught Jiang Lan off guard. She stiffly answered:
“I-I guess it’s not such a big deal… maybe.”

“Heh. Then that means we can too.”

Jiang Lan admitted she couldn’t outtalk her, so she resorted to sulking.
“Ugh, you’re so annoying, Fang Xing. What do you even want?”

Fang Xing had her temperament pinned down. She brushed aside a few strands of hair covering Jiang Lan’s eyes and said:
“Remember that film we watched in the hospital together?”

Of course she remembered!

Back when Fang Xing was recovering from her leg injury, she had Jiang Lan sneak her out for barbecue, only to get caught by the head nurse. The next day, the attending doctor scolded Jiang Lan harshly, even saddling her with more caretaking duties.

From then on, whenever Jiang Lan had free time, she was dragged to the hospital—either to escort Fang Xing to checkups or to take her outside for sun.

That night, under a sky where even the moon had hidden behind clouds, Jiang Lan was lying on the folding bed, ready to sleep, when Fang Xing suddenly spoke:

“Today’s my 18th birthday.”

Jiang Lan frowned.
“Aren’t you just in your first year of high school?”

“My health wasn’t good when I was little. I started school two years late.” Fang Xing’s voice was soft, gentle.

Jiang Lan pursed her lips.
“Funny. I did poorly as a kid, got held back a year.”

So they were the same age—though Jiang Lan was a month older.

Fang Xing’s smile brushed the night like a feather.
“Mm. Pretty coincidental.”

Jiang Lan stared at the ceiling a moment, then sat cross-legged and faced her.
“Fang Xing, happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you have a wish? I’ll help you make it come true.”

“Really?”

“Of course. My word is like water—once it’s spilled, no taking it back. Ask anything, as long as I can do it.”

Fang Xing paused, then slowly said:
“I want to do something only adults can do.”

“What?” Jiang Lan asked.

“Watch a movie with me.”

“A movie? What movie requires—”

Halfway through her sentence, Jiang Lan realized what kind of movie she meant.

She stared at her in disbelief.
“Fang Xing, where did you learn this?”

“Why not? I’m an adult now, Jiang Lan.”

Her voice was so innocent, it felt like denying her birthday wish would make Jiang Lan the worst villain.

Grinding her teeth, Jiang Lan reluctantly nodded.
“Fine.”

Once said, she drew the curtains, sealed them tight with Velcro, and tiptoed to lock the door. Then she returned to the bed and pulled out her phone.
“Let me ask someone for a copy.”

“No need. I’ve already prepared,” Fang Xing said.

“…”

Back then, Jiang Lan hadn’t noticed anything off. She just assumed this freshly turned adult wanted a peek at the “grown-up world.” She never imagined that the same girl would one day turn the tables on her.

That night’s “Really?” and today’s “Really?” were identical.

All that innocence had been an act. This tempting seduction—that was Fang Xing’s true nature.

Fang Xing bit her lip in a mock-punishment, reminding her:
“I recall you ran to the bathroom three times that night.”

“That’s because I drank too much water,” Jiang Lan said stiffly, her brain overloaded, unable to process Fang Xing’s touch.

“Each time at least thirty minutes.”

The scent pouring from Fang Xing grew heavier, dizzying Jiang Lan.
“You—you’re lying.”

“Oh? Am I?” Fang Xing deliberately brushed against her without giving in, leaving Jiang Lan’s eyes betraying her growing hunger.

“Fang Xing, stop messing with me.” Jiang Lan’s lips inevitably brushed hers as she spoke.

“If you don’t want to be with me, then fine—we’ll just be kin and friends. That way, no one’s burdened.”

The “kin” here was a verb.

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