The Lost Omega Heiress is Pregnant with My Child - Chapter 4

I thought you didn’t want me anymore.

The next day, the rain had stopped.

The sky displayed a rare, crystal-clear blue, and sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the waterlogged ground.

Shi Anzhi woke up early. She hadn’t slept much at all, tossing and turning on the sofa all night like a pancake on a griddle, her mind relentlessly calculating how to retrieve the necklace from Teng Ying.

Asking for it directly would be useless someone like Teng Ying would never easily spit out what she had already swallowed.

Coincidentally, just as dawn broke, Teng Ying called, her voice raspy from a hangover.

“Anzhi, come help me with something.”

“What is it?” Shi Anzhi rubbed her eyes and asked, her tone calm, as if the minor conflict from the previous night had never happened.

“Same as usual, a batch of scrap came in.”

Teng Ying yawned. “A big client showed up last night, lots of stuff. I can’t handle it alone.”

The so-called “scrap” mostly consisted of illegal medical waste, or even “parts” left over from certain surgeries. Through her black-market channels, Teng Ying disposed of these items for money.

Shi Anzhi helped her handle these unsavory tasks, while Teng Ying provided her with protection, scarce medications, and the intelligence necessary to survive in District R. It was an unspoken agreement between them.

“Alright, wait for me.” Shi Anzhi hung up.

She calculated that she could go out, take care of this job, earn some money, and on her way back, stop by the market to buy some meat for Omega.

Omega’s chin had grown so sharp it was painful to look at.

She wondered if Ah Xue had slept well last night and whether she was awake yet.

Shi Anzhi quietly got up, moving softly so as not to wake the person in the bedroom.

Before leaving, she went to the kitchen and used the last bit of rice she had, simmering it on the lowest heat to make a pot of thick congee, so Ah Xue wouldn’t go hungry when she woke up.

Then, she wrote a note and stuck it on the refrigerator.

【There’s congee in the pot.】

Only after finishing all this did she step out.

Shi Anzhi drove her small truck, skillfully navigating the maze-like alleyways, and parked in front of Teng Ying’s clinic.

She descended into the clinic’s basement. It was dim inside, chilly, and reeked more strongly than usual of disinfectant. Shi Anzhi frowned.

Teng Ying was sitting on a surgical chair, massaging her temples, with several black, bulging plastic bags discarded at her feet.

“You’re here?”

Teng Ying lifted her eyelids to glance at Shi Anzhi, her voice laced with exhaustion.

“The stuff is all there. Make sure it’s thoroughly disposed of today.”

Shi Anzhi nodded without another word and got to work.

She put on thick rubber gloves and began hauling the black bags, one by one, into her truck. The bags were heavy, with what sounded like dense bones and scattered machinery rattling inside, and the stench was foul.

An ordinary person would probably have fainted at the sight.

But this was work she had long grown accustomed to. In a place where human life was cheaper than scrap metal, numbness was a form of self-preservation.

After moving the last bag, Shi Anzhi casually asked, “Was last night’s client particularly generous?”

Teng Ying grunted in affirmation.

She pulled a slender cigarette from her pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, and exhaled a cloud of smoke that blurred her striking yet sharp features.

“A big shot from the Special Zone. They’ve got new tech and wanted me to help with some cybernetics.”

Hearing this, Shi Anzhi paused mid-action.

She continued as if casually, “The Omega I picked up also seems to be from the Special Zone. That string of pearls around her neck is clearly not something from the R District.”

As she spoke, she watched Teng Ying’s eyes, catching a flicker of hesitation.

Teng Ying exhaled a smoke ring, her red lips curling into a smile amidst the swirling haze. “You really haven’t changed at all. You’re always so attentive to the things you pick up.”

That was an admission.

“Where is the necklace?”

Shi Anzhi straightened up, removing her soiled gloves and tossing them to the ground.

Teng Ying stubbed out her cigarette. “You want it back? Too late.”

Shi Anzhi frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean it’s no longer with me.”

Teng Ying sighed, no longer trying to hide anything. “You know I lost money at the Blaze Club recently. That bastard Ding Sha has been hounding me every day. Last night, I used that necklace to settle my debt.”

Shi Anzhi’s pupils contracted. Ding Sha again.

No wonder Teng Ying’s end of the phone call had been so noisy last night she must have been at Ding Sha’s place.

She was a step too late.

Teng Ying observed Shi Anzhi’s reaction. She had only taken the necklace on a whim, never expecting Shi Anzhi to ask about it, let alone care so much.

Shi Anzhi was an old friend, and their bond ran deep. Teng Ying spread her hands, softening her tone to play the victim. “I’m just a poor Beta in debt. I’m not as tough as you. You wouldn’t want me to get beaten to death, would you?”

Shi Anzhi remained silent. The situation was more complicated than she had anticipated.

There was no use in saying more. Frustrated, she turned to leave but was stopped by Teng Ying.

“Shi Anzhi…”

“Let it go. I’ll hook you up with some high-paying jobs later.”

Teng Ying watched Shi Anzhi’s retreating back, pausing before adding, “For some random, clueless Omega, you’re not thinking of crossing Ding Sha again, are you?”

Shi Anzhi halted mid-step, recalling the Omega’s pure, innocent eyes and the clumsy way she had said, “Your bed.” She wasn’t just some fool.

She was someone Shi Anzhi had picked up, and since she had taken her in, she was responsible for her.

Without another word to Teng Ying, Shi Anzhi turned and walked out of the clinic.

She drove her small truck, loaded with scrap, to the R District landfill and disposed of everything. The pungent stench and thick smoke from the burning waste enveloped the area like a miniature hell.

On the way back, her mind raced.

Ding Sha’s base was at the Blaze Club, filled with his spies, thugs, and security robots discarded from the Special Zone.

Charging in alone would be like throwing an egg against a rock.

But she had to go eventually. That necklace was Nian Xue’s only clue to recovering her past.

Shi Anzhi sighed. For now, she would focus on taking care of the Omega.

She drove toward the R District’s black market.

The black market was hidden in an abandoned underground railway system, its entrance concealed. The air was perpetually thick with the mingled smells of machine oil, cheap alcohol, and various pheromones.

She expertly parked her truck in a dark alley, pulled a baseball cap low over half her face, and entered the black market.

Her objective was clear.

First, nutritional supplements.

The Omega’s body was too weak. Food alone wouldn’t be enough.

Shi Anzhi walked up to a stall with a sign that read “Old Man’s Pharmacy.” The vendor was a one-eyed Beta old man, dozing with his eyes half-closed.

“Old man, one tube of G-23 nutrient solution, high concentration.” Shi Anzhi’s voice was hushed.

The old man opened his murky eyes, looked her over, and grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth. “Oh, it’s you, Anzhi.”

“What? Come into some money? G-23 is the good stuff one tube costs as much as you make in a month.”

“Cut the chatter. How much?”

“For a regular like you, I’ll give you a deal, two thousand credits.”

Two thousand credits was almost a third of the price of a new truck. Shi Anzhi gritted her teeth, pulled out a worn electronic wallet from her pocket, and transferred the payment.

The old man fished out a small metal tube from under the counter and tossed it to her. “Use it sparingly. This stuff’s potent it can bring a dying man back to his feet.”

After stowing the nutrient solution, Shi Anzhi drove to the market.

This was one of the few lively places in the slums, bustling with noise and activity.

She bought a large chunk of fresh pork hind leg kept on ice, some shrimp, a few eggs, several fresh cabbages, and a small bag of nutrient-rich synthetic rice.

As she was about to leave, her gaze was caught by a dress hanging at one of the stalls.

It was a simple, light blue dress made of soft cotton, a rare fabric in District R with a few small white daisies embroidered along the hem. Amid the shoddy work clothes and synthetic fiber garments around it, the dress stood out, clean and beautiful.

Almost as if drawn by some unseen force, Shi Anzhi walked over.

She thought of Nian Xue.

This dress would look lovely on Ah Xue, a hundred times better than her faded, threadbare T-shirt.

After staring for a moment, she couldn’t help but ask, “How much for this?”

The stall owner was a shrewd Omega woman. She looked Shi Anzhi up and down and smiled. “You’ve got good taste, girl.”

“This came from the Special Zone, brand new and unworn. Since you seem serious about it, I’ll give you a discount five hundred credits.”

Five hundred…

Shi Anzhi clenched the money in her pocket, gritted her teeth, and paid.

It looked like she’d have to start saving all over again for that new truck. Taking a deep breath, she resolved to take on more work this month. Carefully, she folded the dress and placed it in a clean bag.

By the time she returned to the fruit shop, carrying her bundles, it was almost dark. The coolness unique to evenings was beginning to seep into the air.

She pushed open the door. The house was quiet too quiet. A sense of foreboding washed over her.

Rushing upstairs, she found the living room empty.

On the stove, the pot of congee she had prepared that morning sat untouched, now cold, with a thin skin of rice forming on the surface.

The Omega hadn’t eaten.

Shi Anzhi pushed open the bedroom door. Nian Xue was curled up on the bed, and as if just hearing the sound, her eyelashes fluttered before she slowly opened her eyes.

Fresh from sleep, her tea-colored eyes still held a hint of moisture and confusion. Only when she recognized Shi Anzhi standing by the bed did the fear in her eyes gradually fade.

“You’re back!.” Nian Xue’s voice was soft.

In her words lingered a trace of grievance she herself hadn’t even noticed.

Shi Anzhi’s voice unconsciously softened, her tone deliberately lifting at the end. “Mm, I’m back.”

She stepped closer and reached out to feel Nian Xue’s forehead. The skin there was smooth and cool.

Good, no fever.

“Why didn’t you eat?”

Hearing Shi Anzhi’s question, the Omega slowly lifted her head.

She extended a hand from beneath the blankets, her knuckles delicate and fingertips cold, like jade freshly drawn from an icy river, and grasped the Alpha’s hand.

“I thought…” Nian Xue lowered her head, her voice muffled, “you didn’t want me anymore.”

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