The Green Tea Omega Has Turned Bad - Chapter 22

The plates were brought to the table one after another. Perhaps because Zhao Daimen and Shang Ruyun were both present, today’s dishes were even more luxurious and abundant than usual.

Looking at the table full of food, Yan Xia worriedly thought: They prepare so much every time and can never finish it. When will this trend of extravagant waste in the Yan family ever change?

Zhao Daimen sat across from them with Yan Siqiu and Shang Zhengwu. It was only then that she noticed the “transformed” Yan Xia.

Seeing Yan Xia’s current appearance, she froze for a moment. She didn’t appear particularly shocked, merely nodding: “Not bad. You actually look quite presentable like this.”

Shang Ruyun also gave a polite compliment: “Xiao Xia is growing up to be more and more beautiful.”

Yan Xia was currently using her non-dominant left hand to handle her chopsticks. Because of her lack of skill, the meat slices kept sliding off the tips of the chopsticks, making her look very clumsy.

Hearing the praise, she looked up and gave a shy smile, much like a child facing elders during the Spring Festival, then lowered her head again to continue her struggle with the food, her face flushed.

The redness wasn’t actually from shyness. It was because her right hand was still entangled with Shang Wandong’s fingers. The two of them had been hooked together under the dining table for quite a while, and neither had moved.

When Yan Xia used to watch idol dramas, the male and female leads often did this. It looked clingy and sentimental, and she used to dismiss it, even thinking it was a bit pretentious.

Now, holding hands secretly under the table in front of so many people, with her palm feeling warm and fuzzy, her face unknowingly began to heat up.

Yan Xia thought: Damn, this is actually a bit thrilling.

Her fingertip was lightly scratched, and Shang Wandong tried to pull her hand away.

Not understanding why, Yan Xia instinctively grabbed it back.

What? Trying to run?

She looked at the other girl with dissatisfaction. Shang Wandong also glanced sideways, watching her battle the meat slices for three hundred rounds, and sighed soundlessly: Eat properly.

Yan Xia had a stubborn look: I’m fine, I’m great.

As she said this, she tried to showcase her talent for eating with her left hand for the first time, nearly flipping the food onto the floor.

Shang Wandong: “…”

Unable to watch any longer, she picked up a piece of cold beef and placed it in Yan Xia’s bowl: “Eat.”

Yan Xia immediately lowered her voice and said sweetly, “Thank you, Sister. You’re so kind.”

The two adults were busy talking, and Shang Zhengyu was happily eating on her own. No one at the table noticed them except for Yan Siqiu, whose gaze swept over and instantly filled with anger.

She tricked me with that fake crying in the car just now, and now she’s flirting with Sister Wandong right in front of me?

She immediately cleared her throat and said in a calculated tone, “Mom, we had our midterms today.”

Hearing this, Zhao Daimann looked at her and asked with a smile, “Is that so? I remember you ranked in the top thirty last time. Can you maintain your ranking this time?”

“Of course I can,” Yan Siqiu said coquettishly, intentionally glancing at Yan Xia. “However, Second Sister told me in the car just now that she can make it into the top ten of the grade this time.”

Zhao Daimann was very surprised: “Really?” She and Shang Ruyun both turned their gazes toward Yan Xia.

Yan Xia: “…”

Under the gaze of the two, it was impossible to keep holding hands. She quietly let go of Shang Wandong and lowered her head, pretending to be embarrassed.

Zhao Daimann arched an eyebrow.

She had never liked Yan Xia, mostly because she was weak, incompetent, and lacked the excellence and poise to bring honor to the Yan family. Naturally, she didn’t believe Yan Xia could score that well.

Yan Xia was likely just bragging to avoid losing face in front of her younger sister.

Filled with disdain, Zhao Daimann’s expression turned somewhat impatient: “Don’t be so ambitious. Try to get a score that isn’t at the bottom first.”

Yan Xia frowned but didn’t argue: “…I understand.”

Zhao Daimann elegantly wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin and said nonchalantly, “If you put even a fraction of the energy you spend talking big into your studies, you wouldn’t score so low that it’s not even a fraction of your sister’s.”

Yan Siqiu covered her mouth and snickered, looking very smug.

While Yan Xia stammered out an obedient response, she was inwardly cursing: …Damn, what kind of people are these? What kind of family is this? Is the female lead really your biological child?

At that moment, a cold voice suddenly rang out: “Yan Xia has been in my room these past few days. She has been studying very hard.”

Yan Xia blinked and turned her head in astonishment, the frustration in her heart instantly vanishing.

The person speaking was Shang Wandong. She had put down her chopsticks, her face calm.

Whoa! Shang Wandong actually spoke up for me!

You finally read the room! It wasn’t in vain that I treated you so well!

Yan Xia was both surprised and delighted, feeling like flowers had suddenly bloomed in a desert she had spent a lifetime cultivating.

Zhao Daimann was also somewhat stunned: “…Is that so? That’s quite rare then.” She looked at Yan Xia. “Then study hard and don’t disturb your Sister Wandong.”

Shang Wandong looked down and said quite directly, “It’s no disturbance. She is very smart.”

Yan Siqiu’s smile vanished instantly, her eyes widening like copper bells.

Even Shang Zhengyu stopped eating and let out a surprised “Wow.”

If it had been anyone else, it wouldn’t have been a big deal; but for Shang Wandong to actively defend someone was truly rare. The probability of that was about the same as Yan Xia actually making it into the top ten.

Zhao Daimann couldn’t hold a grudge against a junior, so she could only say awkwardly, “Well, then thank you, Wandong.”

At this point, Shang Ruyun spoke softly: “You’re too polite, Ah-Man. They grew up together; this little bit of help is nothing.”

Having said that, she picked up a piece of okra and put it in Shang Wandong’s bowl, saying, “You should eat more too.”

Shang Wandong picked up her chopsticks but didn’t touch the okra, quietly chewing her rice instead.

Yan Xia froze at the sight.

Even Yan Siqiu hesitated and said, “…Auntie Shang, Sister Wandong doesn’t eat okra.”

“What can’t a child eat?” Shang Ruyun looked down at Shang Wandong, her tone flat but carrying a strange sense of pressure. “Don’t be a picky eater.”

Yan Siqiu shuddered and didn’t dare say anything more.

Shang Wandong’s movements paused. After a moment of stalemate, she still picked up the okra and ate it.

Only then did Shang Ruyun look away and begin chatting with Zhao Daimann again.

The system said in surprise: [Oh my, Shang Ruyun seems a bit scary…]

Yan Xia: “…Indeed.”

It’s normal for a mother to tell her child not to be picky, but Shang Ruyun’s tone and expression just now weren’t about negotiation it was more like coercion and intimidation.

What kind of person would force their child to do something they are unwilling to do?

The meal ended without much flavor. The servants came to clear the table. Shang Ruyun and Zhao Daimen went up to the second floor, and Yan Xia prepared to go back to her room with Shang Wandong to review for tomorrow’s exam.

Suddenly, Shang Ruyun’s voice sounded from above them: “Wandong, come here for a moment.”

Yan Xia looked up and saw Shang Ruyun leaning slightly against the stair railing. She had waist-length wavy hair, and her beautiful eyes reflected the brilliant light of the chandelier. Every gesture she made exuded a unique, cold elegance.

Shang Wandong went quiet for a moment, then turned to Yan Xia and said softly, “Go back to your own room first.”

Yan Xia could only nod. She watched as Shang Wandong followed behind Shang Ruyun, and the two entered Shang Wandong’s room together.

Her eyelid inexplicably began to twitch. Instead of going back to her room, she stayed in the living room sitting on the sofa.

Yan Siqiu was lying on the other end of the sofa playing with her phone; the distance between them was like an entire galaxy.

With no one watching, her tone became reckless: “Hey, Yan Xia.”

Yan Xia looked at her and said calmly, “I’m not ‘Hey,’ I’m your sister.”

Yan Siqiu looked at her sideways, her tone sour: “What are you pretending for? Hmph, since when did you get so close to Sister Wandong?”

Yan Xia half-smiled and licked her lips: “Naturally… when you weren’t around. She’s been very good to me.”

Yan Siqiu got a bit anxious and suddenly sat up straight: “You—you’re not allowed to fight me for Shang Wandong!”

Yan Xia leaned back on the sofa, teasing her: “Why? She doesn’t belong to you alone.”

Yan Siqiu threw a throw pillow at her, exasperated: “Anyway, you just can’t!”

Yan Xia caught the pillow with an expression of not wanting to bother with a child, saying lazily, “Little sister, that’s not for you to decide.”

Yan Siqiu’s blood pressure rose.

She discovered that Yan Xia had not only become more beautiful lately but had also become particularly sharp-tongued, completely unlike the person who used to let her mock her!

She clenched her fists and was about to say something.

Crash—!

A sudden strange noise came from upstairs, sounding like glass shattering.

Yan Xia’s expression changed, and she immediately stood up and rushed to the second floor.

Yan Siqiu followed closely behind and saw her stop in front of Shang Wandong’s room, pushing the door forcefully.

Yan Siqiu was at a loss: “What happened inside?!”

“I don’t know,” Yan Xia frowned. “The door won’t budge. It seems to be locked from the inside.”

She pressed her ear to the door and could faintly hear an intense argument coming from behind it.

“Then… then what should we do?” Yan Siqiu also copied her to listen, her expression terrified. “Auntie Shang and Sister Wandong seem to be fighting quite fiercely. They won’t get hurt, will they?”

As she spoke, another sound of heavy objects crashing to the floor rang out from inside piercing and sharp.

Yan Xia fell silent for a moment and tilted her head toward Yan Siqiu: “Get back.”

Yan Siqiu instinctively stepped aside: “What are you going to do?”

Yan Xia took a few steps back and said coldly: “Kick the door down.”

The system shouted in fear: [Host, don’t be impulsive!]

Yan Xia ignored it, measuring the distance for a running start.

Yan Siqiu was shocked, nervously biting her lip: “Wait… this is someone else’s family matter. Is it really okay for us to do this? Let’s just wait for them to open the door themselves?”

“If we wait for the door to open, it’ll be too late.” Yan Xia stared at Yan Siqiu, her tone becoming impatient. “Move away further. Don’t blame me if you get hurt.”

Yan Siqiu could only move aside aggrievedly, whispering, “You’re an Omega too, how could you possibly kick it open…”

Before she finished speaking, she saw Yan Xia dash forward at an extremely fast speed and deliver a kick to the wooden door.

With a loud Boom, the door crashed to the ground, and a thick, mist-like dust rose into the air.

Yan Siqiu stood there, stunned as a wooden chicken.

Yan Xia quickly walked into the room. Through the dissipating dust, she saw a complete mess: the floor was covered in glass shards and scattered, glittering debris. The scene was tragic.

Shang Ruyun and Shang Wandong were standing face to face. Two extremely similar faces looked toward them expressionlessly.

Yan Siqiu screamed in terror: “Sister Wandong, your hands…”

Shang Wandong’s hands and the hem of her clothes were covered in blood, which was dripping from her fingertips.

She looked sideways at Yan Xia, her eyes faintly red. A strong, salty scent of the ocean filled the air like a surging, majestic tidal wave, overwhelming and suffocating as it crushed down.

Yan Siqiu’s face turned pale instantly, and she slumped weakly against the doorframe.

Shang Ruyun, standing opposite her with her clothes perfectly intact, asked softly: “Is your rut approaching?”

Shang Wandong didn’t answer, saying in a raspy voice: “Get out.”

She was speaking to Yan Xia and Yan Siqiu.

Yan Xia looked at her and didn’t move.

On the side, Shang Ruyun suddenly said: “Wandong, your temper is just as stubborn as mine was when I was young.” She smiled. “But you will eventually change your mind.”

With that, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving the chaos and the three girls with their complex emotions behind.

Yan Xia turned back to the now unstable Yan Siqiu: “You go out first and call someone up here immediately.”

Yan Siqiu hesitated: “Then you…” Aren’t you an Omega too? Why aren’t you affected by the pheromones?

Yan Xia shook her head: “I used a suppressor earlier; I’m fine for now.”

The oppressive sea-salt pheromones left Yan Siqiu with no room for further concern. She hesitated a moment, nodded, and quickly ran downstairs.

Yan Xia turned to look at the dark-faced Shang Wandong and walked toward her, step by step.

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