The Green Tea Omega Has Turned Bad - Chapter 26.1

No one spoke; the silent air gained a few hints of an indescribable ambiguity.

The sea breeze was infused with strands of clear, sweet lemon fragrance, fading the original bitterness.

Yan Xia thought about saying anything to ease the atmosphere, and she muttered in a small, stuttering voice, “I… this is a bedtime kiss, I didn’t mean anything else.”

This superfluous explanation instead made it seem like she was trying to cover something up.

Even the system was startled and remained silent for a long time before saying, “Host, you are very brave!”

Yan Xia subconsciously pursed her lips; the faint saltiness of the sea salt spread across the tip of her tongue, turning into a lingering sweetness.

It is said that when people become impulsive, it is terrifying; even she herself did not know why she had done it, nor had she considered what the consequences of this kiss would be.

She just sat there numbly, hanging her head, thinking: Shang Wandong’s face is truly… a ruinous beauty.

Shang Wandong looked at her, her eyes shimmering under the moonlight.

“Yan Xia.”

Yan Xia gave a response, her hands resting on her knees, her fingers curling inward nervously.

Would she ask? …Or would she not?

Yan Xia felt she could not answer, and she did not dare to answer.

Amidst her repeated hesitation and guilt, she gradually gave up; the racing deer in her chest crashed and died, and she thought self-destructively: Anyway, I just kissed her. Anyway, a blockhead like Shang Wandong won’t care, so why am I still agonizing over it?

Shang Wandong looked at her: “I’m not sleepy yet.”

Yan Xia realized she was referring to the bedtime kiss just now; she lowered her eyes in rare bashfulness and responded softly, “…Oh.”

Shang Wandong looked at her reddened ear tips, stayed silent for a moment, and said again, “Thank you.”

Yan Xia was dazed: “Thank you for what?”

In Shang Wandong’s eyes fell a round, silver-white moon; she slightly curved her eyes, and the moonlight rippled brokenly within them, making her smile appear somewhat gentle.

She said gently and solemnly, “Thank you for coming to see me.”

Yan Xia pursed her lips, her face heating up as she said, “…Mhm.”

The little blockhead actually believed it was a bedtime kiss.

This gratitude seemed too solemn for her. In fact, she hadn’t done much; she had even wanted an “accident” to happen.

Looking at Shang Wandong’s noble, magnanimous, and candid appearance, she suddenly felt a spark of shame.

…Shang Wandong truly treated her as a friend, yet she was thinking every day about how to turn her friend gay. Tsk, that seems a bit scummy.

The two of them did not speak again; the room became quiet once more, but the awkward atmosphere gradually eased.

The moonlight fell in fine fragments on the floor, like a ground full of shiny glass shards.

Seeing this, Yan Xia suddenly remembered there were still things she hadn’t asked Shang Wandong clearly.

She hesitated repeatedly, then asked carefully: “Sister, what… exactly happened tonight? Can you tell me?”

The way Shang Wandong and Shang Ruyun fought today was truly beyond her expectations.

She had never seen that side of Shang Wandong bloody, pained, hysterical, and gloomy as if she wanted to destroy everything in sight.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to say,” Yan Xia added, not looking at Shang Wandong’s expression. “You can tell me whenever you’re willing to.”

She leaned against the pillow, tilted her head slightly, and placed her fingers on Shang Wandong’s head, smoothing her soft long hair stroke by stroke, as if grooming a small animal, offering silent and appropriate comfort.

Halfway through the grooming, Yan Xia suddenly realized that her physical contact with Shang Wandong had somehow increased.

A person with a strong sense of distance like Shang Wandong usually felt as though she had built a strict fortress around her, making it hard for others to step into her comfort zone.

And now, she had unknowingly permitted her approach.

Shang Wandong curled into a ball, pressing close to Yan Xia’s side, and remained quiet for a long time.

Just as Yan Xia thought she had fallen asleep, she suddenly said, “She gave me two paths.”

Yan Xia was startled and came back to her senses: “Which two paths?”

At the mention of Shang Ruyun, Shang Wandong’s expression became exceptionally cold.

“Family marriage alliance, or studying abroad.”

Yan Xia was shocked; she hadn’t expected the matter of the marriage alliance to be mentioned so early.

In the original book, the marriage alliance occurred after the two became adults and went to university.

Although it was an alliance, the wedding didn’t happen immediately; instead, they had a verbal engagement first and would officially marry after graduating from university.

However, fate played tricks; before graduation, the Shang family was framed by enemies, and the company faced bankruptcy. Shang Ruyun, being familiar with foreign markets over the years, planned to go abroad to make a comeback.

Before leaving, she wanted to take Shang Wandong away, but Shang Wandong refused.

In the end, Shang Wandong chose to stay in the country, was politely asked to leave the Yan family by Yan Chengjin, and the marriage contract was completely torn up.

Yan Xia unconsciously sat up straight: “Then which one did you choose?”

Shang Wandong’s tone was cold: “I choose neither.”

“Did Aunt Shang say who she wants you to marry?”

“She said I can choose for myself, as long as the families are of equal status.” Shang Wandong lowered her eyes. “Set the engagement first, then marry after graduating university.”

Yan Xia peeked at her expression and understood: “You are unwilling.”

Shang Wandong did not speak, appearing to give a silent admission.

Yan Xia thought for a bit: “Actually, if you don’t want the alliance, studying abroad isn’t that bad.”

But Shang Wandong said, “I don’t want to study abroad.”

Yan Xia was puzzled: “Your grades are so good; wouldn’t studying abroad be the icing on the cake?”

Shang Wandong shook her head and said no more.

The system pondered: “Maybe Shang Wandong doesn’t like going abroad?”

Yan Xia nodded: “Mhm, that’s the only possibility.”

The system teased: “Be bolder; maybe she just doesn’t want to leave you.”

Yan Xia was speechless: “…You haven’t even slept yet, how have you started dreaming?”

System: “Sigh, actually it’s better if she doesn’t go abroad. If she goes, the distance would make the difficulty of the conquest explode!”

That was indeed true. After thinking about it, Yan Xia stopped trying to persuade her to study.

“Then choose neither,” she said to Shang Wandong. “You have the right to decide how your own life should go.”

Shang Wandong’s gaze fell on her, then moved away, her chest heaving.

As soon as this matter was mentioned, she couldn’t help but become agitated.

“If only she could be like you.”

Yan Xia understood that Shang Ruyun was forcing Shang Wandong to make a choice.

From teaching the child not to be a picky eater at the dinner table to forcing a choice between two options, this biological mother’s desire for control over Shang Wandong was quite strong.

She wanted Shang Wandong to live in the way she desired.

But such a method would slowly make Shang Wandong miserable; the pain rolled like a snowball, growing larger and larger until it finally exploded today.

Yan Xia thought for a bit and said to Shang Wandong, “Although you can’t change Aunt Shang’s thoughts, you can change yourself.”

When she spoke, her eyes were bright and her tone was gentle, possessing a power that made one gradually calm down.

As a struggling postgraduate entrance exam candidate who had half a foot in society, Yan Xia couldn’t help but speak from the heart: “Never choose to walk a path you don’t like for the sake of others, otherwise, you will be unhappy no matter what.”

Shang Wandong’s gaze moved slightly, and after a long time, she nodded deeply: “…Okay.”

Yan Xia curved her eyes and teased, “Anyway, Sister is so excellent; you can do anything well, so there’s no need to wrong yourself for anyone.”

With her eyes half-closed, Shang Wandong looked past Yan Xia toward the pitch-black night outside the window. The lonely moon hung on the branches of the old banyan tree like a huge white fruit.

Her voice drifted in the night wind, so light it was almost inaudible: “…There is one thing I can never do well.”

Yan Xia didn’t hear clearly; she felt the voice had blurred past her ear, only catching a few words: “What did you say?”

Shang Wandong: “Nothing.”

She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and said, “It’s late.”

Yan Xia realized it was already eleven o’clock.

“Is Sister sleepy?”

Shang Wandong said softly, “A little.” She looked at Yan Xia, “You have an exam tomorrow, aren’t you going to sleep yet?”

“I’m fine.” Yan Xia leaned against her without moving, her fingers twining through Shang Wandong’s hair, saying lazily.

“I didn’t really review tonight,” Shang Wandong said. “I’m afraid you won’t make it into the top ten.”

Yan Xia pretended to be uneasy, drooping her eyes and saying pitifully, “If I don’t do well, will Sister blame me?”

Shang Wandong shook her head: “No.”

Yan Xia was delighted and was about to take the opportunity to act spoiled, but then she heard Shang Wandong say: “Just do your best; I didn’t have much expectation for you to begin with.”

Her intention was to comfort, but in Yan Xia’s ears, it sounded strangely mocking.

Yan Xia: …Just you wait, little blockhead, I will definitely get into the top ten to show you!

She said gloomily, “Then I’m going back to sleep.”

Shang Wandong nodded: “Mhm, go ahead.”

Yan Xia: Is that it? You aren’t even going to try to keep me here?? Not even a ‘goodnight’???

Her gaze gradually became resentful; she pulled a long face and turned to walk toward the balcony.

Shang Wandong suddenly sat up and called out to her again: “Yan Xia.”

Yan Xia immediately stopped, looked back at her, her gaze expectant.

She only heard Shang Wandong say: “Stop climbing the balcony, take the front door. I’ll help you draw the people away.”

Yan Xia: “…I thank you so much.”

A few minutes later, Shang Wandong’s bedroom door was opened, and the strong scent of the sea breeze rushed in, sweeping away all drowsiness.

The drowsy servant was startled and reflexively stood up straight: “Miss Shang?”

Shang Wandong stood at the door expressionless, her face somewhat pale. The light from the living room hit her features, making her contours appear sharp and cold.

She spoke: “Go and cook something for me.”

“Okay, okay!” one of them responded repeatedly, not daring to delay for a second, and walked quickly downstairs.

Shang Wandong glanced at the other maid: “You go with her.”

The person hesitated: “Ah? This…” Seeing Shang Wandong’s gradually furrowing brow, she trembled, “Okay Miss Shang, I’ll go right now!”

Once both of them had gone downstairs, Yan Xia slipped out from behind her.

“Then I’m leaving.” She put her hands behind her back, smiling with curved eyes, “Goodnight, Sister.”

Shang Wandong: “Goodnight.”

When Yan Xia reached her bedroom, she subconsciously looked back and saw that Shang Wandong was still standing there quietly watching her.

Her heart stirred, and she actually boldly blew a kiss to Shang Wandong, with a brilliant smile: “Sister, I wish you good dreams every night.”

After speaking, she quickly slipped into her room.

Shang Wandong was stunned and helplessly pursed her lips.

Yan Xia tossed and turned all night; when she got up the next day, she lacked energy and yawned frequently while eating breakfast.

“What did you do last night?” Yan Sicu looked at her suspiciously from across the table. “You’re so sleepy your head is about to fall into your bowl.”

Yan Xia thought: What else could I be doing, obviously flirting with a blockhead.

She blinked and acted mysterious: “I’ll tell you, Shang Wandong and I went on a secret date.”

Unexpectedly, Yan Sicu gave a “tch” and curled her lip: “If you don’t want to say it, forget it, there’s no point in telling such lies.”

Yan Xia: …God knows, I didn’t lie this time!

She held her spoon, idly stirring the hot rice porridge in her bowl. Having not slept enough, even her appetite had turned bad.

A sound of footsteps came from the second floor; it was likely Shang Wandong coming downstairs.

Yan Xia heard Yan Sicu gasp: “Hiss…”

What happened?

Yan Xia looked up as well, only to feel her drowsiness swept away: “Hiss…”

Shang Wandong was walking down the stairs; she was wearing a black bite guard, the metal muzzle covering the lower half of her face.

Bite guards are used to prevent Alpha’s from attacking others randomly due to physiological impulses during the susceptibility period; they have a connotation of control and prevention.

But worn on Shang Wandong’s face, it gave an inexplicable sense of fragmentation.

…She looked both dangerous and sexy.

Shang Wandong sat down at the table, her thick eyelashes drooping, hiding those beautiful eyes.

She reached out to untie the strap at the back of her head, temporarily put the bite guard aside, and began to eat breakfast.

The cool and thin features of her eyes and brows formed a sharp contrast with the savage bite guard beside her, yet they blended together in a strange form.

Yan Xia and Yan Sicu reflexively glanced at each other, reaching a rare consensus.

That is damn cool and full of “feeling.”

Evidently, it wasn’t just the two of them who thought so; when Shang Wandong walked through the school gate wearing the bite guard, Yan Xia saw many people stop to watch, appearing both dazed and excited.

Before long, photos of Shang Wandong were circulating in groups large and small throughout the No. 1 Middle School, becoming the object of Omega screams today.

With a few minutes left before the exam, having bid farewell to the two, Yan Xia arrived at the examination hall.

She sat in her seat daydreaming; the seat behind her was empty, it seemed Xiao Wu had been banned from the exam.

Soon, two proctoring teachers walked into the classroom carrying thick stacks of exam papers.

As luck would have it, the proctor for these two sessions turned out to be the class teacher, Old Liu.

Seeing their own class teacher proctoring, many people were exceptionally well-behaved, not daring to make any more moves.

This session was for the Comprehensive Science exam; once the paper was handed out, Yan Xia did a simple scan of the questions. The difficulty was average, with no questions that went too far beyond the syllabus.

She immediately had ninety percent confidence and focused her pen.

Old Liu, after distributing the papers, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, patrolling between the desks.

His gaze fell on Yan Xia intentionally or unintentionally, with an inquisitive mindset.

He saw her hanging her head, one hand propping up her cheek, her pen moving slowly on the scratch paper; she looked lazy and yawned from time to time.

Her study attitude appeared extremely incorrect!

The class teacher shook his head at the sight, becoming more certain of his thoughts: saying she could get into the top ten was indeed nonsense.

He had understood from the beginning that he shouldn’t hold any expectations for Yan Xia; she was just a piece of mud that couldn’t be plastered on a wall.

Despite having such good family conditions and teaching resources, she didn’t cherish them or work hard, no different from those rich second-generation kids shoved into school to idle away their days.

He walked to Yan Xia’s side to see how she was answering the questions, only to discover that while the people around her were still struggling on the first page, Yan Xia was already writing on the second.

Old Liu was shocked: Did she leave the entire first page blank?!

Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t so; every question on the second page was filled to the brim with beautiful handwriting, looking quite professional.

Old Liu had been teaching Chinese for decades; his science knowledge had long been returned to his high school teachers, so he could only make blind guesses: writing this fast, she must be filling it in randomly.

In fact, the various formulas on the scratch paper were orderly.

Yan Xia’s pen barely stopped; a stream of fluent numbers poured from her pen tip, showing a steadiness that was unmoved by wind or rain.

Old Liu unknowingly watched for a while; the people sitting around Yan Xia felt great pressure, sweating profusely and praying in their hearts for him to go away.

Half an hour before the end of the exam, Yan Xia finally put down her pen, twisted her neck, and stretched.

Then she slumped onto the desk, and after a moment, she stopped moving, falling asleep at lightning speed.

Old Liu: …She must have stayed up late playing on her phone last night again! As expected, one shouldn’t hold any expectations!

In the afternoon was the English exam; Yan Xia reverted to her old habits, falling into a deep sleep as soon as she finished the essay.

Old Liu was puzzled: Sleeping a whole morning wasn’t enough, did she pull an all-nighter?

The exam ended, and Yan Xia finally had enough sleep, standing up to leave in high spirits.

Bringing her schoolbag back from outside the classroom to her seat, several people around her were lamenting: “What the hell were the exam questions this time, I feel like I’m done for…”

“Damn, that listening part really felt like listening to a book from heaven, I was confused the whole way, feeling like every option was read out.”

“What’s the answer for the reading part? Let’s check, let’s check!”

Jiang He was checking English answers with the person behind her, her face looking a bit ugly.

Zhong Quan in front turned around with a mournful face: “It’s over, I blew it! This time I couldn’t even understand what the English essay title meant.”

Yan Xia comforted him warmly: “It’s okay, it’s just a midterm, you’ll definitely do well next time.”

“Next time isn’t certain either,” Zhong Quan said loudly. “I will never take an exam without studying again, I swear a poisonous oath!”

“What poisonous oath?”

Zhong Quan thought for a bit and said: “If I take an exam without studying again, let my pheromones turn into the smell of Luosifen (snail noodles).”

Yan Xia: “…There’s no need to be so cruel to yourself.”

Patiently waiting for school to finish, she pulled out her phone and sent a message to Shang Wandong: “Sister, we’ve finished the exam! [Denji Hooray.jpg]”

Shang Wandong didn’t reply immediately; Yan Xia played with her phone idly, then a voice suddenly sounded in her ear: “Are you chatting with Shang Wandong?”

It was Jiang He’s voice.

Yan Xia looked up and said: “Yeah, why?”

Jiang He pursed her lips, then suddenly mentioned something else: “I heard you made Xiao Wu furious.”

“Who?”

Yan Xia didn’t react at first, until Zhong Quan reminded her: “The one who sat behind you during the exam.”

He pointed his finger toward a lazy-looking girl sitting in the back rows with her legs crossed, saying, “There, that’s her.”

Yan Xia glanced over: “Oh, it’s her.”

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