The Green Tea Omega Has Turned Bad - Chapter 11

Yan Xia’s ear tips grew hot. She murmured, “…But I just wanted to shake hands with you.”

“I see.”

Shang Wandong extended her palm again, sliding her fingers through the gaps of Yan Xia’s fingers.

Their ten fingers locked together, palms pressed flat against each other. A strange, itchy heat welled up in Yan Xia’s chest.

Shang Wandong’s voice brushed past Yan Xia’s ear, carrying a hint of a low, seductive rasp she seemed unaware of: “…Is it like this?”

Looking at that beautiful face so close at hand, Yan Xia felt like she couldn’t hold her ground much longer.

If she didn’t know that Shang Wandong was a total “blockhead” when it came to romance, she would have assumed she was being flirted with.

Shang Wandong, do you have any idea that invisible flirting is the most lethal kind?!

The System’s tone carried a hint of teasing: “Host, be careful not to get ‘reverse-conquered’ instead.”

Yan Xia coughed a few times, turning her head away to hide her reddening ears. “How could I possibly be conquered by an NPC? It’s impossible!”

It’s just flirting; it’s not like I don’t know how to do it.

She didn’t let go of their joined hands. Instead, she leaned in closer. A fresh, sweet scent of lemon floated in the air faint, ephemeral.

Yan Xia looked up at her, her gaze clear and her voice soft and sweet: “Wandong, which month were you born in?”

“Early May.” Shang Wandong looked down, feeling her fingertips being gently hooked. “Why are you asking that?”

“Then you’re two months older than me.” Yan Xia casually fiddled with their hands, hooking her pinky finger around the other’s and giving it a light shake. “I could call you Wandong-jie now.”

Shang Wandong said calmly, “As you wish.”

“Then can I just call you ‘Sister’?”

Yan Xia lowered her head, her voice tinged with a trace of loneliness. “…Actually, I’ve always wanted an older sister.”

Shang Wandong looked puzzled. “Is Yan Yonggui not your sister?”

Yan Xia shook her head. “My relationship with her isn’t as good as you think. Ever since I started high school, I’ve rarely seen her.”

She lowered her head, revealing a section of her snowy-white nape, where a transparent suppression patch was applied. That stretch of neck looked like a slender flower stalk soft and easily broken.

Shang Wandong nodded. “So that’s how it is.”

Ever since Yan Yonggui started university, she had entered the Yan family business early for an internship and rarely came home. It was normal for them not to have much contact.

Seeing Yan Xia’s dimmed expression, Shang Wandong said, “Fine. If you want to call me that, then go ahead.”

Yan Xia’s eyes suddenly lit up.

She wasn’t wearing her glasses, and her heavy bangs were pinned back with a clip, revealing delicate and well-behaved features. When her lake-like eyes watched someone silently, they were transparent and clean.

Yan Xia curved her eyes, her gaze shimmering with a shy smile. “Sister, thank you… I’m so happy.”

The scent of lemon lingered, sweet and refreshing, brushing away the bitterness of the sea breeze.

Shang Wandong looked at her and, for a brief moment, seemed to lose herself.

Yan Xia knew when to stop while she was ahead. She let go of the other’s hand and sat up straight. “Alright, I’m going to review properly now.”

She held her Chinese textbook, appearing to memorize her lessons with great seriousness.

The warmth of the palm was suddenly released. The night breeze swept past, leaving behind only a sense of loss and a faint chill.

Shang Wandong felt dazed for a moment before picking up the pen on the desk and quietly answering questions.

After an unknown amount of time, while Yan Xia was focused on reciting The Hard Road to Shu, there was a knock on the door.

Shang Wandong: “Who is it?”

A maid’s voice sounded from outside: “Miss Shang, Madam asked me to bring you some fruit.”

Without looking up, Shang Wandong said, “Come in.”

The door was pushed open. The person who entered was Mother Mei, an old servant of the Yan family.

She walked in carrying a plate of apples. Seeing Yan Xia there as well, she couldn’t help but freeze. “Second Young Lady? You… why are you here?”

Yan Xia said, “Wandong and I are reviewing for the exam.”

Reviewing together?

Mother Mei almost couldn’t maintain her composure.

The Second Young Lady was famous for her poor grades; everyone inside and outside the house knew it. Suddenly saying she wanted to study hard who would believe that?!

She had also always been distant from the family. Today, for some reason, she had actually hooked up with Shang Wandong.

“I see.” Mother Mei placed the fruit plate on the table and grinned meaningfully. “Then once the Second Young Lady is finished ‘studying,’ she should go back to rest early, so as not to hinder Miss Shang’s work.”

Yan Xia frowned.

The female lead of this story really didn’t have much status; even a servant dared to trample over her.

She put down her pen and asked indifferently, “Mother Mei, how many days have you been delivering this fruit?”

Mother Mei was stunned and replied, “I’ve delivered it for three days.”

Yan Xia leaned back against the chair, looking up at her. “Then why didn’t I receive any fruit in my room for the past two days? Why was I the only one out of the three who didn’t get any?”

Seeing the other woman’s face change, Yan Xia smiled and asked slowly, “Could it be… that someone took the portion that belonged to me?”

Even though Yan Xia sat perfectly still, Mother Mei felt a sense of oppressive condescension from her gaze.

Panicking, she looked away. “No, no, no, how could that be? Second Young Lady, you’re overthinking it.”

“Really?” Yan Xia propped up her chin with her hand, looking curious. “Was it just forgotten, then?”

Mother Mei took the bait, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. She stammered, “Yes, yes, yes, I forgot! I forgot to prepare it!”

“So it was just forgotten. Mother Mei, you work so hard in this house; it must be exhausting.” Yan Xia smiled, then changed her tone. “But in this matter, shouldn’t everyone be treated equally? Sister, don’t you agree?”

Shang Wandong cooperated expressionlessly: “Correct.”

Terrified, Mother Mei didn’t dare say anything else. She repeatedly agreed: “The Second Young Lady is right! It was my oversight. I—I’ll go make another portion right now and bring it up to you.”

“No need. I’ll eat Sister’s portion.” Yan Xia waved her hand, the smile fading from her face. “You may leave. Don’t interrupt our review.”

Mother Mei bowed in response and retreated quickly, as if a ghost were chasing her.

Yan Xia picked up a piece of apple with a toothpick. The fruit was slightly oxidized, appearing a murky grey under the night lamp.

She casually wagged the toothpick. “The peeling isn’t even as clean as Sister’s.”

Shang Wandong said, “Then don’t eat it.”

After thinking for a moment, Yan Xia moved the apple to Shang Wandong’s lips. “I’ll feed you.” She leaned closer and coaxed, “Open up, ah—”

A trace of helplessness flashed across Shang Wandong’s face, but she obediently opened her mouth.

She swallowed the fruit and said coldly, “It really isn’t that good.”

“Then let’s not eat it.”

Yan Xia put the fruit back. For the rest of the night, neither of them touched the plate of apples again.

The two continued reviewing until one o’clock in the morning. Shang Wandong felt tired.

She said softly, “It’s late. Let’s stop here for now.”

Yan Xia didn’t say anything.

Shang Wandong squinted her eyes and leaned in to look, only to find that the other girl was propping her head up with one hand, her chin tucked down. Her eyes had long since closed, and her breathing was steady.

She had clearly been asleep for a while!

Shang Wandong rubbed her brow and sighed silently.

After a moment of thought, she slid one arm under the girl’s knees and the other behind her back, gently lifting Yan Xia in a bridal carry.

The entire process was silent.

Yan Xia’s eyes were closed, and she looked very peaceful in her sleep. She was very light to carry, a small, quiet bundle curled in her arms. Her head rested against Shang Wandong’s chest, looking incredibly well-behaved.

Shang Wandong moved carefully, placing her on the bed behind them and covering her with the quilt.

After completing these actions, she tiptoed to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash up.

Once she turned and entered the bathroom, Yan Xia’s eyes slowly opened.

She let out a lazy yawn and rolled over on the soft Simmons mattress. “As expected of Sister’s bed; it’s much more comfortable than my own.”

“Ding! Positive points +50!” the System said. “Host, your conquest progress is going very smoothly.”

“Smoothly my foot,” Yan Xia replied. “Right now, we just have a ‘best friend’ relationship. After tonight, we’ve still only shared the same bed. To make Shang Wandong truly ‘wake up’ to her feelings… it’s harder than climbing to heaven.”

System: “Then do you want to look at the comment section? Maybe the readers will have some suggestions.”

“Sure, let me see.”

Comment Section

Qing Xi: Xia-bao, you’re getting more and more like a ‘green tea’ girl. Mommy loves it!

Achilles: Yan Xia, please get rid of those terrible glasses and bangs!!! Otherwise, I really can’t visualize what two beauties sticking together looks like.

S39999:* Author, are you trying to make up for the previously ruined emotional plotline? Actually, I feel like Wandong treats Yan Xia with a hint of specialness.

Wanzi Jiang: Me too! As a member of the Xia-Dong ship, I am very satisfied!

Why Like This: ??? Dong-Xia is real!

I and SFW are Irreconcilable: Don’t fight, CP fans! This is everyone’s home!

Gary: As a career fan, I don’t understand what you guys are talking about. Xia-bao, focus on the career path! I want to see Class F collectively slap everyone in the face!

Eh-Heh-Heh: As a humble former fan of the original book, I have to say… I always felt that the old Wandong didn’t like Yan Xia. When the rewrite started, I didn’t have much hope… so I’m already very satisfied with this emotional line, boohoo!

Yan Xia closed the comment section and lamented, “This generation of readers is way too easy to satisfy… You guys can be a bit bolder, seriously.”

The System asked cautiously, “How much bolder?”

Yan Xia raised an eyebrow. “Naturally not only do I want to sleep in her bed, I want to sleep with her.”

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