The Omega Who Canceled the Engagement Ended Up Falling for Me - Chapter 36

Where exactly did things start to go wrong?

Fu Shuang sat kneeling on the floor, letting the startled cat leap from her arms and scurry to the side to begin grooming its soiled fur. Clearly, the culprit behind this mess was entirely oblivious to the trouble it had caused. Fu Shuang, on the other hand, sat stunned for a long time before she began to untangle the cause and effect of the entire situation.

Meeting at the bar that day happened to be Fu Shuang’s first day at her internship. It was also the day she had unilaterally declared the engagement dissolved and deleted Xu Qing’s WeChat. How could it be such a coincidence that she ran into Xu Qing at a bar right then?

Fu Shuang recalled the scene at the bar that night. Actually, long before Xu Qing had stepped in to fight for her, Fu Shuang had already noticed a beautiful, black-haired, black-eyed Alpha woman in the corner. At the time, it was Fu Shuang’s first time singing in a bar, and her guard was high. Consequently, she had used her free moments to carefully observe the audience and the environment; if a special situation arose, she needed to know whom she could turn to for help.

Her first impression of Xu Qing was that she was reliable. Those bright, dark eyes possessed a very sharp power of insight. She had watched the stage calmly, neither smoking nor looking at her phone, appearing somewhat lost in thought. In the chaotic environment of the bar, she stood in stark contrast to the angry shouting and flirtatious laughter of those around her.

So she was Xu Qing? The girlfriend she had been so proud of dating all this time—was actually the “ex-fiancée” she had previously looked down upon and broken off an engagement with?

Fu Shuang tried to straighten out her thoughts, thinking back: There are so many people in the world with the same name, could it just be a coincidence?

Thinking carefully, she had deleted the person’s contact information that very day, and when she added her back later, she hadn’t noticed anything amiss. She remembered that her “deadbeat” fiancée’s profile picture was a black-and-white geometric shape—supposedly some kind of minimalist architectural symbol of beauty. To Fu Shuang, it had looked boring and “frigid,” just an attempt to act aloof. In contrast, her girlfriend’s profile picture was a yellow and blue movie poster with vivid, bright tones—just like her personal warmth and care, which always made Fu Shuang’s heart feel snug.

Clinging to this glimmer of hope, Fu Shuang calmed down. She took her phone and snapped a few photos of the old pictures in Xu Qing’s yearbook. One photo of Xu Qing playing basketball was exceptionally good; after taking the shot, Fu Shuang even gave it a star to favorite it.

What a massive blunder. So her surname wasn’t Min? All this time she’d been calling her “Sister” this and “Sister” that, thinking she was so clever for remembering the name, only to have this happen?

Fu Shuang’s heart was a mess of emotions, trying to avoid the worst-case scenario—

If this Xu Qing was that Xu Qing, she wanted to find a crack in the floor and crawl into it!

Koala was still in the corner frantically licking its fur. It wasn’t until Fu Shuang left the guest bedroom in a daze that it pattered after her, tail held high as it begged for food.

“So annoying… if by any chance it really is…” Fu Shuang instinctively touched the back of her neck, murmuring, “Then it would really be… such a pity.”

She stood in place for half a minute, forgetting what she had planned to do, until Koala nudged her calf with its fleshy head. Snapping out of it, she went to the living room and took out some freeze-dried treats to feed it.

The little fellow excitedly bit down, piercing the meat with its none-too-flexible sharp teeth, eating with a loud crunch that left powder scattered all over the floor. Fu Shuang stroked the fur on the cat’s head and gave a mocking laugh. “Poor thing, we might have to move house again.”

Koala didn’t understand; it greedily begged for more. Somewhat annoyed, Fu Shuang spilled half the bag of treats out to let the heartless creature eat its fill. She intended to change its water but found that Xu Qing had already done so, so she plopped down on the sofa to mindlessly browse her phone.

Switching her WeChat account, her old account—which hadn’t been logged into for many days—popped up with over a hundred unread messages. Most were from relatives, friends, college classmates, and counselors, all asking about her whereabouts. Even Lu Yijiang had sent a few hypocritical messages:

“When are you coming back?” “Do you have clothes to wear out there? Do you want me to send a few pieces over to you?”

Fu Shuang replied simply and clearly: “Get lost.”

If one were to look at their usual chat history, Fu Shuang never gave Lu Yijiang any face. she was always blunt, never holding back insults. Lu Yijiang, however, had been diligent, never minding Fu Shuang’s vitriol, serving her with fawning smiles for all these years. Now, she had finally outlasted Fu Shuang’s mother’s burial and reached the moment of her own “ascension”—ptui!

Fu Shuang didn’t care to evaluate such a person. She quickly scanned the messages, picking out a few close friends to give brief replies to.

However, she hadn’t logged on to reply to messages; she wanted to find the account of the ex-fiancée she had deleted, to prove that this Xu Qing was not that Xu Qing.

When she had first added the other party on WeChat, Fu Shuang hadn’t even met Xu Qing. She had heard she was a high-achiever studying at a prestigious school abroad, and that her family worked in important government agencies. It was said that when her father’s business was at its peak, it was through that family’s connections that he secured the most solid projects.

Her mother had nagged from her hospital bed, saying the Xu family owed her a favor, and that once Fu Shuang married in, they would surely treat her well.

Fu Shuang had remained noncommittal, asking her mother—who had just finished chemotherapy—”Is she a sister you were very close with?”

Her mother gave a meaningful smile and shook her head bitterly.

“Right, if you were close, the Xu family wouldn’t have failed to visit you,” Fu Shuang said, not at all surprised. At the same time, she sat down by the hospital bed, picking up a fruit knife to clumsily carve a thick piece of apple skin, her gaze revealing a coldness and maturity beyond her years. “You say they owe you a favor, so it must be a particularly large one for you to entrust me entirely to them.”

It was unclear if these words were meant as comfort or irony. The person on the bed had tears welling in the corners of her eyes, appearing several times as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

Fu Shuang hated her to death, but no matter how much she hated her, she never revealed even a hint of her intention to break the engagement.

—Until that night, when the line on the heart monitor went completely flat. Holding Fu Shuang’s hand as it gradually lost its warmth, her eyelids never to open again, Fu Shuang sat blankly for a long time. She watched the medical staff work in vain, and a sliver of despicable relief actually grew in her heart. As if she had exhaled a long-held breath, she no longer had to hide her desire to break the engagement like a thief.

This reaction was not what a normal person should have upon losing a close relative. Realizing this, Fu Shuang was instantly swallowed by guilt and shame. Seeing her shadow under the lights, she realized she was trembling; though she felt no sorrow, her eyes were wet with tears.

The people around her kept offering words of comfort, but only Fu Shuang knew what she was experiencing.

Everyone thought she was pitiful, but only Fu Shuang knew what kind of cold-blooded, heartless animal she was.

She had made such a grand resolution, thinking even before her mother’s death about how to sever ties with the Xu family and how to cancel that ridiculous marriage. In the end, she had still fallen for Xu Qing. The whole process made her look… ridiculous.

Amidst her swirling thoughts, Fu Shuang saw Lu Yijiang reply to her message: “Come back, we’re holding the wedding next weekend [Rose].”

“Ugh—”

Fu Shuang reacted quickly, grabbing the trash can and vomiting up stomach acid.

Fortunately, she hadn’t eaten anything this morning, or she would have been sickened to her core by that despicable person.

Fu Shuang took her phone to the sink to rinse her mouth, replying to Lu Yijiang: “Just wait, I’ll see you in court.”

This was clearly not a congratulatory wedding message. Upon receiving it, Lu Yijiang did something unprecedented and placed a video call. Facing Fu Shuang’s mirrored cabinet in the camera, she shouted, “Shuangshuang, where are you?”

Fu Shuang was busy washing her face and left the phone aside, not bothering to pay her any attention.

“Shuangshuang, listen to me. I know you want that money from your mother, but the problem right now isn’t that I won’t give it to you, nor is it that your father is unwilling. It’s the will your mother left behind—it’s a problem with the will!”

“Even if you find a lawyer to sue us, the result won’t be what you want. If you really want the inheritance your mother left you, coming back to get married was the best solution. But now that you’ve made such a scene, the marriage with the Xu family is blown too. What good can you possibly get out of this, you silly girl?”

The sound of water at the sink stopped. Fu Shuang sharply caught the key points in Lu Yijiang’s words. She lifted her clean face from the basin, only wiping her eyes, and spoke to the sharp voice in the phone: “While I’ve been away, what has the Xu family done?”

She sounded like a lady giving an order—and in fact, she was the eldest miss of the Fu family, worlds apart from Lu Yijiang’s two illegitimate children surnamed Lu.

Lu Yijiang habitually gave a fawning smile and said, “What could have happened? You insisted on having your way, and we can only indulge you. The Xu family can’t really do anything about you either…”

Fu Shuang could hear the guilt in her voice. This vixen was annoying, but her lying skills weren’t great; she could only do thankless, flattering tasks, constantly acting like someone whose “hard work, if not merit, should be recognized.” The reason she was feeling guilty was likely because a conflict had arisen with the Xu family regarding the broken engagement.

Although the Fu family was wealthy, they had merely made their fortune and bought villas through policy conveniences in recent years. Their ancestors hadn’t accumulated much, and they were essentially living off their capital; the family fortune could easily be squandered within ten or twenty years. Compared to the Xu family’s background—generations of officials—they were almost negligible. It could be said that for Fu Shuang to be engaged to the Xu family—in a social environment where Omegas had low status—was already a rare stroke of luck, especially since the other party’s family status was better than her own.

The reason for this was likely what her mother had called “the Xu family owing me a favor.” If Fu Shuang didn’t proactively break the engagement, the Xu family would have been bound to welcome the marriage. But since Fu Shuang had proactively backed out, what reason did the Xu family have to linger?

They should have set off firecrackers to celebrate instead.

After all, those were the in-laws who didn’t even visit when her mother was terminally ill.

The Xu family might let it drop, but would Lu Yijiang allow such a piece of “fat meat” to pass her by?

It was unclear what had happened in between, but the keywords Lu Yijiang let slip—”scene” and “blown”—were enough to fire the imagination.

“Do you have a photo of Xu Qing?” Fu Shuang suddenly said out of the blue.

Lu Yijiang was choked by this unexpected question. After stuttering for a while, she said, “You, you… what do you want a photo for? Have you changed your mind?”

Fu Shuang’s face was still dripping with water droplets, but her expression was terrifyingly cold. This young lady, who had nearly ended up on the streets, could make a despicable usurper show their true colors with a single sentence. She said, “None of your business. Stop asking questions.”

Lu Yijiang’s servility kicked in, and she blurted out, “I’ll send it.”

Fu Shuang: “…”

A moment later, the photo arrived. When Fu Shuang saw her girlfriend wearing a suit, sitting in the very living room she knew so well, she could no longer remain calm.