The Green Tea Omega Has Turned Bad - Chapter 31

Shang Wandong had misunderstood: “Not enough?”

Moving her fingers, she transferred another 8,888.00 over.

Looking at this staggering sum of money, Yan Xia was speechless: “It’s enough, it’s enough!!!”

She hadn’t expected that Shang Wandong would be so straightforward even when coaxing someone, acting like a wealthy local tyrant throwing money around!

It had to be said that this method was actually quite effective; after all, no matter how angry a person was, they wouldn’t hold a grudge against money.

She replied with difficulty: “I didn’t mean that kind of coaxing… you just need to say a few nice words, there’s no need to transfer money to me.”

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

She added: “I don’t quite understand. In the past, this was how I coaxed people. I don’t know how to say nice things. Sorry.”

Yan Xia couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows: “Who did you coax using this method?”

Shang Wandong: “My younger brother. He used to get angry at me all the time, and I didn’t know what to do, so I could only transfer money.”

Yan Xia: “…”

Having a sister like Shang Wandong, one didn’t know whether it was Shang Zhengyu’s luck or misfortune.

Yan Xia: “[I although don’t understand but am greatly shocked.jpg] Then after you transferred money like that, was it useful?”

Shang Wandong: “Yes. But later, he said every day that I made him angry, so I would transfer money every day.”

Yan Xia couldn’t help but curl the corners of her mouth: “He was simply trying to swindle you out of your money!”

Shang Wandong: “Hmm. Later, I discovered he was buying junk food recklessly, so I stopped transferring to him and limited his monthly allowance.”

Yan Xia: “Limited to how much?”

Shang Wandong: “300 a month.”

So ruthless! Was this the kind of pocket money a young master of a wealthy family should have?

Yan Xia’s eyes crinkled, and she fell against her, laughing.

Yan Siqiu looked at her suspiciously: “What are you doing, suddenly laughing like this?”

Yan Xia leaned sideways against Shang Wandong, her face full of smiles, looking at her provocatively as if declaring sovereignty: “You guess.”

Yan Siqiu pursed her lips, glared at her fiercely, and lowered her voice: “I’m not guessing! Get off Sister Wandong!”

Yan Xia moved slightly, finding a comfortable spot on Shang Wandong’s shoulder, and said with a smile: “I won’t.”

Shang Wandong watched the two of them bickering silently without reaction, as if she were an outsider, completely lacking any self-awareness of being at the center of the vortex.

The two of them fooled around all the way. By the time they returned to the villa, it was almost eight o’clock. Zhao Daiman had a poor appetite and went upstairs, never coming back down. The remaining few people hurriedly finished dinner and went to their respective rooms to rest.

After Yan Xia finished her shower, she stood in front of the mirror brushing her teeth. The bathroom was filled with dense mist, making the mirror surface blurry.

She held the water cup to rinse her mouth. As she lowered her head, a stinging pain came from the back of her neck.

Yan Xia subconsciously furrowed her brows and reached out to gently touch the wound.

The sharp pain made her instantly gasp: “Hiss…”

Yan Xia wiped away the water mist on the mirror, turned her body slightly, and tilted her head to observe herself in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror had dark hair and red lips, with skin as white as porcelain, looking eye-catchingly beautiful. The only jarring part was that behind her slender neck, there was a deep red bite mark, and the wound looked rather hideous.

She hadn’t noticed before that it had been bitten so deeply.

Yan Xia muttered to herself: “It looks quite scary…”

One still couldn’t underestimate a “blockhead’s” susceptibility period. Often, the calmer a person was, the more they lacked a sense of proportion at such a time.

She recalled the scenes of “helping each other” with Shang Wandong and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

It seemed the little blockhead usually didn’t do much; she had really held it in for a long time.

A cheerful mechanical voice sounded in her ear: “Host, how do you feel?”

Yan Xia was surprised: “You’re back? Privacy mode is over?”

The system laughed very lewdly: “Hehehe, yes! Quick, tell me about you, how far have you progressed with Shang Wandong?”

“It’s nothing much.” Recalling her feelings at the time, Yan Xia licked her lips, “The experience was pretty good, quite comfortable.”

“That means progress is very fast!” The system congratulated her with a smile, “It seems the host will soon be able to complete the task and return to the real world.”

Yan Xia frowned upon hearing this, but her heart wasn’t very happy. On the contrary, there was a faint trace of regret.

She asked subconsciously: “Must I absolutely leave?”

The system was stunned: “Host, what are you saying?! This is a virtual world! Are you sure you want to stay here and give up everything in the real world for a pile of data?”

Yan Xia rubbed her temples, feeling a bit lost: “I…”

That’s right, her family and friends in reality were waiting for her to go back, and there were also her dream offers and the opportunity to succeed in the postgraduate entrance exam…

But if she left, what would happen to Shang Wandong?

Would she be sad because of my departure?

The system said: “Host, don’t think too much, just complete the task well and go home.”

Yan Xia closed her eyes, suddenly feeling exhausted: “…You’re right.”

To her, Shang Wandong was just a virtual target for conquest; she shouldn’t have extra feelings.

Perhaps after she left, the system would arrange for the original female lead to automatically take her place and continue living with Shang Wandong.

Imagining such a scene, Yan Xia ignored the strange feeling in her heart and gave a low sigh.

Seeing this, the system comforted: “Alright, host, I have some good news to tell you!”

Yan Xia: “What good news?”

System: “Tada! The emotional line is rising pleasingly! Positive points +300! Reader feedings +200! Total positive points 1350!”

Yan Xia’s discomfort was diluted by joy, and she cheered up: “So many were added all at once? Let me see the comment section; I haven’t looked for a long time.”

A light blue light screen slowly unfolded in her mind. Yan Xia scanned through and found that the reader area was much livelier than before, with many new faces.

Fresh Clothes and Angry Horse: “Hahahahaha, so exciting, I love it! Xia-bao, go ahead and be the Alpha (A)!”

Lala Blue: “????? How did Yan Xia become an A? So this is actually a double Alpha (AA) story?”

Winterlock: “Emmmmm, what about the promised Alpha/Omega (AO) story? I can’t accept double A, sorry for the interruption…”

Your Cold King: “+1, double A is a turn-off.”

A bunch of people followed the thread below; it seemed quite a few people dropped the story because of this.

At the same time, many people expressed support.

Heartfelt: “I actually think Xia Xia’s current personality fits an A better. Submissive to the outside, but heavy-hitting against Dong-zi. I can totally accept it!”

XX39999: “Heeheehee, I can too, give me more, more!”

Orange: “Scattering flowers! I like this emotional line. Author-sama, don’t feel pressured, keep writing! ^o^/”

Yan Xia twitched the corner of her mouth. She suddenly remembered: when she found out she was actually an Alpha, it was very difficult to accept for a while.

Suddenly having an extra “thing” on her body looked wrong no matter how she viewed it, and it was hard to master; it was just very bizarre.

On the scrolling announcement bar above, there were two lines of new feedings.

[Announcement: Heavily seeking ‘1’ (Top) to feed Landmine x2, and leave a comment: DongXia is real! Go for it!]

[Announcement: Don’t talk to me to feed Landmine x2, and leave a comment: Bah! XiaDong is the Greatest of All Time (YYDS)!!!! The opposing ship must be blind!]

Yan Xia: “…” Why obsess over who is the Top or Bottom! Isn’t the best part of double Alpha being “Versatile” (switching roles)?!

She closed the message area, walked out of the bathroom, and threw her whole self onto the bed.

The soft bedding embraced her, and the previous fatigue and sleepiness surged up all at once.

Yan Xia slowly closed her eyes.

In the middle of the night, Shang Wandong woke up from a chaotic dream.

No lights were on in the room; it was pitch black.

She sat quietly in the dark for a long time, then reached out to wipe her wet face.

Her face was covered in sweat, and the damp sensation on her pants was even harder to ignore.

Shang Wandong pursed her lips and looked at the bedsheets like a thief.

…Fortunately, no marks were left.

She got up from the bed, took a new pair of pajama pants, and walked into the bathroom.

After a moment, Shang Wandong returned to the bedside, but after lying down for a while, she felt her sleepiness was completely gone.

She turned on her phone and checked the time.

It was three in the morning, more than two hours away from school, but she couldn’t sleep anymore.

Shang Wandong picked up the glass on the table and took a sip; only a shallow layer of water remained at the bottom.

She picked up the glass and gently pushed the door open to walk out of the room.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor. The living room downstairs was dim, and the hazy moonlight could be seen vaguely falling on the floor through the curtains, cut into irregular silver squares by the window frames.

On the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, a small light flickered faintly.

Shang Wandong paused and stopped her footsteps.

A familiar scent of lemon pheromones drifted over indistinctly.

She said in a low voice: “…Yan Xia?”

The figure on the sofa moved, looked up, and the light from the phone illuminated her face.

Yan Xia looked at her with some surprise: “Sister? Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

Shang Wandong lowered her gaze and responded vaguely: “Had a dream.”

“Had a nightmare?” There was a hint of a smile in Yan Xia’s voice. She stood up from the sofa and walked toward Shang Wandong.

Shang Wandong watched her walk over, her throat bobbing: “…Why haven’t you slept.”

“I did sleep, but I didn’t sleep very well. I kept waking up in the middle of the night.” Yan Xia stopped in front of her, her eyes bright and her voice soft, as if she were acting spoiled, “I just decided not to sleep.”

Shang Wandong nodded: “So that’s why.”

A bitter sea breeze blew gently, like the scent that lingered in her dream.

Yan Xia’s nose twitched; she couldn’t help but move a bit closer, burying her head on Shang Wandong’s shoulder.

The moment their skin touched, she couldn’t help but let out a comfortable sigh, hugging Shang Wandong’s waist like a lazy cat leaning on its master.

Shang Wandong’s voice sounded above her head, with an imperceptible pause: “…What’s wrong?”

The sea salt scent she was used to smelling every day suddenly became very attractive.

Yan Xia hugged her tightly, her cheek pressed against the warm skin of her neck. She squinted her eyes and said, “I don’t know, I just feel that Sister’s pheromones smell so good.”

Shang Wandong said blankly: “…It’s because of the temporary marking.”

As the party being marked, one would instinctively crave the pheromones and physical touch of the other Alpha until the marking period ended.

Yan Xia looked up, suddenly realizing: “So that’s how it is.”

She naturally took Shang Wandong’s hand and said with a smile: “Can’t you sleep? I’ll make a glass of milk for you.”

Shang Wandong looked down at her hand and responded hoarsely: “Okay.”

The two of them walked into the kitchen. Yan Xia took a carton of milk from the refrigerator and turned on the microwave.

Shang Wandong stood beside Yan Xia, her gaze uncontrollably falling on her.

Yan Xia was wearing a set of light-colored cotton pajamas. The buttons at the collar were unfastened and slightly open, revealing a large area of porcelain-white skin and a pair of exquisite and slender collarbones.

She stood by the window. The moonlight was like a river, flooding in through the clean glass and draping a layer of hazy white gauze over Yan Xia, making her black hair look like algae and her lips strikingly red.

It was just like in the dream.

Shang Wandong’s gaze darkened slightly, and she moved her eyes away.

She licked her dry lips, picked up the kettle nearby, and poured water into her empty glass.

The surroundings were quiet; the sound of water pitter-pattered, and the milk glass rotated in the microwave, making a slight humming sound.

Yan Xia glanced back. Shang Wandong was looking down while drinking water, not looking at her.

She approached naturally: “I’m thirsty too.”

Shang Wandong paused: “Where is your cup?”

Yan Xia blinked at her, looking pitiful: “I forgot to bring it down.”

Helpless, Shang Wandong handed her the glass.

Yan Xia held the handle but was in no hurry to drink. Instead, she turned the glass around, aiming exactly at the spot where Shang Wandong had just drunk from.

Shang Wandong looked at her, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Yan Xia lowered her head, her lips pressing against the damp water marks on the rim of the glass, gently sipping. Her slender neck moved slightly with the action of swallowing.

She looked up at Shang Wandong; as if on purpose, her eyes crinkled slightly and her lips were wet and red, like a soul-stealing water demon from legend.

Shang Wandong quickly averted her gaze and subconsciously followed by swallowing her throat.

Yan Xia put down the glass. She licked her moist lips and said with a smile: “It tastes good.”

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