The Omega Who Canceled the Engagement Ended Up Falling for Me - Chapter 26

In the morning, there was no hot water. Fu Shuang had taken a very hurried shower and rushed off to work after a quick cleanup.

Now that she was home from work, she was having a “vengeful shower,” staying inside for ages and refusing to come out.

The scent of pheromones drifted through the house. Xu Qing endured it until red scratch marks appeared on her arms, her lips were bitten raw, and she had bumped her knees three times and fallen twice. She hurriedly inhaled half a bottle of suppressants, chopped half an onion in the kitchen, and even took a sniff of chili powder. She was as disheveled as a lost bee, frantically and futilely crashing against a glass window, barely managing to restrain the urge to break down the bathroom door.

An Alpha’s physical instinct is to hunt, but at this moment, Xu Qing seemed to be the prey who had lost all self-control. She imagined the rising steam in the bathroom, the graceful beauty within, and the invisible chemicals dominating her.

That unspeakable sensation was like someone trying drugs for the first time—every sense in the body was activated, every cell became abnormally excited, and neurons fired frantically, constantly creating hallucinations and auditory distortions. She reached a climax within her fantasies, drowning in a sensation of agonizing pleasure.

Fortunately, the person in the bathroom soon lost interest, and with the help of the ventilation fan, the chemicals driving Xu Qing mad finally dissipated.

The sound of water remained constant. Taking advantage of the gap, Xu Qing went downstairs to catch her breath. When she returned, she had a bunch of cilantro in her hand.

Fu Shuang emerged from the bathroom, her bath towel wrapped loosely around her. Her long hair draped damply over her chest, and her eyes were slightly red, looking as if she had suffered some great grievance.

But in Fu Shuang’s eyes, Xu Qing looked even more disheveled than she did.

“Where did you go?” Fu Shuang’s voice was hoarse, her concerned gaze scanning Xu Qing from head to toe.

Xu Qing gave a forced laugh and offered a stiff explanation: “I was halfway through cooking and realized I forgot to buy cilantro.”

Fu Shuang’s gaze fixed on Xu Qing’s right elbow. From her angle, she could see a bruise there. She looked at the bruise with an ambiguous expression and said dreamily, “What dish needs cilantro?”

Xu Qing lowered her shirt sleeves to hide the bruise, lowered her eyelids, and said with a faint smile, “Egg yolk soup. A last-minute addition.”

Green onions and cilantro are the best garnishes for soup, but Xu Qing always remembered that Fu Shuang didn’t like onions, though she quite liked cilantro.

Her lowered gaze landed on the slightly oversized slippers Fu Shuang was wearing. She clearly noticed Fu Shuang take a small, eager step forward, as if wanting to give Xu Qing some physical response—like a damp hug—but the thought was frozen in place by the look Xu Qing gave her.

Just as Xu Qing felt uncomfortable being stared at because of the bruise, Fu Shuang suddenly became self-conscious after noticing the look of stunned admiration in Xu Qing’s eyes.

Fu Shuang’s feet were beautiful. Having just bathed, they were white and glowing; her nails were painted a moist, lovely pink, and her feet were slender in just the right way without overly protruding joints. The shape of her ankles connecting to her calves was the perfect “manga leg.” Not just Xu Qing, but even Fu Shuang was very satisfied with her own body; she occasionally took private photos just for her own appreciation.

“Your legs are very beautiful,” Xu Qing said, putting the cilantro down on the kitchen island to find something to talk about. “Do you have any maintenance secrets?”

The other side of the open kitchen featured a spacious island, expanding the food prep area. The island connected to a bar, which could serve as a temporary dining area.

Fu Shuang sat on the bar stool diagonally across from Xu Qing. One hand held the loose towel while the other propped up her chin. She pursed her lips and said, “As for secrets, I take baths often. Not just baths, but hot springs and things like that. If you soak a lot, acne and follicle problems disappear. The skin feels very smooth. Do you want to try?”

Xu Qing separated the cilantro roots, washed them with water, looked up at Fu Shuang, and dodged the subject: “What kind of background does your family have that you can even soak in hot springs?”

There was indeed a pool converted from a natural wild hot spring in Fu Shuang’s backyard, but that wasn’t something a normal family would have, right? Fu Shuang, having a certain depth of worldly experience, didn’t rush to answer. She sat with her long legs crossed, staring at Xu Qing who was seriously washing vegetables, her mind wandering: “Not necessarily.”

Xu Qing didn’t look up. Her hair was cut into fine layers, short in the front and long in the back for easy maintenance, with a few tufts of short hair curving slightly at the sides. If there were an extra cowlick on top, she would look exactly like an anime character. At this moment, the short hair on her forehead was slightly damp with sweat, covering her raven-wing eyelashes. Just looking at this face made Fu Shuang stare for a long time—

A clean, handsome Alpha sister with unimaginable self-control. It was as if a cold beauty possessed a sense of abstinence, suddenly unearthing a fetish Fu Shuang had never explored before. She thought blankly, isn’t this too exciting?

“Not necessarily what?” Xu Qing glanced at her hurriedly, seemingly determined to convert this ambiguous atmosphere into a harmonious domestic chat.

The corners of Fu Shuang’s lips curled up. Looking at Xu Qing’s hands—which were glistening with water from the sink—she reminded her: “You threw away the cilantro leaves. Are you planning to eat the roots?”

Xu Qing: “…”

She had been distracted while washing the vegetables; she had placed the freshly cut roots on the cutting board and thrown the bright green leaves away instead.

So stupid.

The girl tilted her head back and laughed out loud. The hand that had been clutching the towel rose elegantly, touching her nose with the back of her hand to hide her smile, but the towel unexpectedly slipped open, revealing a beautiful sight that even her private photos hadn’t recorded.

Xu Qing gasped, her eyes fixed, nearly cutting her own hand with the kitchen shears.

She had lived in female dormitories abroad and had frequented places like pools and bathhouses. Many people never bothered with privacy; there were even those who loved nudity and walked around the dorms all day. Xu Qing had seen many, but those who could be called beautiful were few and far between; most were indescribable or even left psychological shadows.

Female Alphas do not have prominent female physiological characteristics. Xu Qing’s A-cup made her feel light and easy all year round, but the downside was that it completely extinguished the possibility of “self-entertainment”—ha, she had truly wondered what a soft hand-feel would be like.

Just as she had previously imagined, an Omega’s characteristics in this regard were indeed at the other extreme. Just imagining burying her face in her chest made Xu Qing feel burning hot all over.

Perhaps she was a bit of a pervert; after witnessing the Omega’s characteristics, her intracranial blood pressure spiked instantly. It felt like little bugs were crawling in her nasal cavity. She quickly covered her nose with her hand, fearing an unseemly nosebleed.

“Achoo!”

Unlucky Xu Qing forgot she had the scent of cut cilantro on her hands. The irritation triggered a sharp sneeze—the unseemly fluid suddenly appeared in such an absurd way. Xu Qing almost lost all dignity, looking at the root of it all with teary eyes.

Before she could see Fu Shuang’s expression clearly, Xu Qing’s face suddenly felt cold. A glass of cold water was splashed directly at her, making it impossible for her to open her eyes for a moment.

Fu Shuang indignantly picked up the water glass and splashed it over, turning around to leave while clutching her towel, muttering something under her breath.

Xu Qing: “…”

No need to think about it; she must be calling me a pervert! Xu Qing had only looked naturally, though there was indeed a perverted element to it.

Sigh, this meal was too difficult to eat!

Fortunately, Xu Qing had strong psychological resilience and quickly recovered from her dejection, whipping up two dishes in no time.

The aroma of the food drifted to the other end of the room. Xu Qing took a stainless steel spoon and elegantly tapped the bowl, calling out: “Honey, come eat!”

Fu Shuang changed her clothes and came out of the bedroom. Her hair was blown semi-dry, clinging softly to her chest. There was no anger or depression on her face; she was simply curious about what delicious food Xu Qing had made, as if the accident just now had never happened.

Xu Qing served the rice and introduced the meal: “This is shredded pork with garlic sauce, made with the shredded radish from yesterday. This is greens with shiitake mushrooms. I followed a tutorial online, so it might not be great. Give it a try.”

“Whatever sister makes must be delicious.” Fu Shuang sat in the dining chair, looking up at her with a smile. The tiger tooth on one side was as sweet as a flower bud blooming in spring. “I’ve been eating takeout these past few days; I almost forgot the taste of home-cooked food.”

“Poor thing.” Xu Qing wanted to pat her head, to pet her like a comforted kitten.

“Once my work stabilizes in a while, I’ll cook at home from now on. I’ll make bento for you in the evening to take to the office,” Xu Qing said. “By the way, does your company have a microwave? Does anyone else bring food from home?”

Fu Shuang first tasted the dishes Xu Qing had made. Her brownish-brown eyes widened to express her surprise, and her other hand—the one not holding chopsticks—gave a thumbs up, her body language unsparing in its praise. At the same time, she answered Xu Qing: “Yes, usually people whose families have a maid will have a bento prepared to bring to the office. For ordinary office workers, cooking at home is still too much trouble.”

Xu Qing served some food into Fu Shuang’s bowl, speaking in a casual, domestic tone: “That’s perfect then. I cooked extra rice and have already packed a lunch box for you. Remember to take it to work tomorrow.”

Fu Shuang’s movements paused slightly, as if she had thought of something.

Xu Qing: “What’s wrong?”

Fu Shuang lowered her face, her chopsticks resting on the rim of the bowl. After a moment, she spoke: “I miss my mom.”

That woman, full of pain and pessimistic about the world, would only force herself to stay spirited in front of Fu Shuang, endlessly nagging her to bring this or that to school, telling her to get along with others, and to always be patient and yielding.

When she was a child, Fu Shuang was almost bored to death by her noise. She hated self-sacrificing education and disliked weak, incompetent people. In a flash, Fu Shuang had suddenly grown up and could no longer hear that lady’s nagging. While her ears were finally at peace… she had also become completely alone.

Now, having a rare meal at home and listening to the Alpha sister’s careful instructions, it felt as though Fu Shuang suddenly had a home and a complete family. The missing piece in her soul was filled by something, and her whole being seemed to gain more color.

Xu Qing observed her expression and secretly began to admire her.

When she was truly sad, she didn’t shed a single tear. Conversely, the way she was always teary-eyed in front of Xu Qing before… comparing the two, those were all acting, weren’t they?

“Why don’t you go back and see her sometime?” Xu Qing suggested.

Fu Shuang hesitated. She picked up her chopsticks and gave Xu Qing some shredded pork, seemingly apologizing for her long-term concealment. After a while, she said, “I’ll go after some time.”

Xu Qing couldn’t see through Fu Shuang’s little thoughts yet. Seeing her quietly picking at her food like a little squirrel, she finally couldn’t help but reach out and gently pat the top of her head. First, her palm brushed softly over the fluffy hair, then she gingerly lowered her palm, fully feeling the temperature of her scalp. Seeing that Fu Shuang didn’t resist at all, she finally felt completely at ease and boldly stroked her hair like she was smoothing the fur of a koala.

Fu Shuang: “…”