The Omega Who Canceled the Engagement Ended Up Falling for Me - Chapter 4

After returning to the country, Xu Qing hadn’t been to a bar yet. In her memory, these places were hubs for street hoodlums—punk youths with tattoos who would start a fight over a single disagreement. The air, aside from the smell of alcohol, was filled with various unpleasant pheromone scents. If one’s willpower were even slightly weak, they would end up barking like a stray dog in the crowd.

Back in high school, Xu Qing had once pretended to be an adult to enter a bar out of curiosity. Because of her good looks, she was harassed by several idle college students. In the end, Xu Qing beat them all down single-handedly. When they went to the police station for mediation, everyone except Xu Qing had to write a letter of repentance, leaving them with a criminal record.

Those students were from a nearby vocational college, while Xu Qing attended a top-tier high school in the city and her parents worked for the government. Once the police understood the situation, they immediately reprimanded the delinquent youths, comforted Xu Qing, and “thoughtfully” escorted her home.

Though she had narrowly escaped punishment, Ms. Min’s supervision became even stricter afterward. Places like bars and KTVs were strictly off-limits for Xu Qing to prevent her from associating with bad influences or picking up poor habits from the outside world.

Xu Qing never disappointed Ms. Min’s expectations. Aside from that one bar fight, she had almost never made a mistake. Even while studying abroad, she spent her days cooped up in the lab processing data and writing papers. Now in her mid-twenties, she hadn’t even been in a relationship; at a young age, she was already “lying flat” at her workplace, simply waiting to enter the halls of marriage…

What was the point of a life where you could see the end from the very beginning?

Even entering the bar’s front door took Xu Qing ten minutes of mental preparation.

Technically, public officials were not allowed to frequent places like bars or KTVs on workdays. But who cared? Did such policies actually limit government corruption, or were they merely for maintaining appearances?

After finishing a bottle, every cell in Xu Qing’s body felt relaxed.

She found a secluded corner where she didn’t have to deal with anyone or endure speculative gazes. Here, no one cared about her identity, and even the lighting and atmosphere made her feel doubly relaxed.

A girl on stage was singing a classic Cantonese song. Compared to the thick, soulful delivery of the original male artist, the girl’s voice was crystal clear and flawless, offering a refreshing and unconventional style. When she began to sing, the rowdy customers tacitly stopped talking, and some even took out their phones to start recording.

Xu Qing had been attracted by the voice initially, but seeing the girl in person was an even bigger surprise.

The girl on stage had brown hair tied in low twin tails and looked small and thin. Yet, she could both sing and dance. Her denim overall dress radiated youth and beauty; the shape of her calves was lovely, paired with white canvas shoes and pink Hello Kitty socks peeking out at the ankles. Looking at her face, her features were exquisite on a palm-sized face, her eyes as beautiful as a cat’s. A layer of pink flush bloomed on her fair skin, likely from physical exertion.

She was clearly exhausted, but being a professional, she didn’t let the microphone catch even a hint of her heavy breathing; one could only see the faint mist of her breath from a distance.

Xu Qing regretted picking a spot so far away. The distance made it impossible to catch more details. She couldn’t tell if the girl was a high schooler or a college student… though if she was a college student, she likely wasn’t over twenty.

When the song ended, Xu Qing realized she had been staring for a long time—long enough for her glass to be empty without her noticing.

She asked the bartender for a few more bottles. While waiting, her eyes followed the girl from time to time. Seeing her head backstage, Xu Qing kept glancing back, waiting for her return.

Perhaps it was the alcohol? Usually, Xu Qing wasn’t the type to lose her soul just because she saw a beautiful woman.

She moved to a seat closer to the front. As soon as she sat down, someone approached and said, “Beautiful, this seat is taken.”

Xu Qing sized up the tall man, guessing he was an Alpha who wasn’t to be trifled with, so she took her drink and walked away.

Another ten minutes passed, and the singing girl still hadn’t appeared. Some people were getting impatient, shouting, “Where’s the singer? Why isn’t she back yet?!”

“Yeah, it’s been half an hour! Why isn’t she back to sing? Boss, what’s going on?!”

Half an hour was an exaggeration; Xu Qing checked her watch—it had only been sixteen minutes.

Singers are human; taking a break is normal.

Besides, the girl’s stamina didn’t look like that of a professional singer; she was probably just a part-timer.

Xu Qing drank idly to pass the time. The atmosphere in the shop became increasingly noisy. The young bartender apologized submissively, but someone smashed a bottle and roared: “Get your boss out here! I want to see the beauty! Where is she?! Tell her to come out and sing for me!”

A pack of “mad dogs” began to jeer. In their excitement, some released Alpha pheromones, attempting to use them as a display of intimidation. The scent spread rapidly. Consequently, other sensitive Omegas in the bar scrambled to leave, with someone cursing indignantly: “F***, which animal is doing that?! Releasing pheromones in a public place!”

The hall descended into chaos. The bartender hurried to call the manager, and the manager went to rush the singer. Finally, the brown-haired girl with twin tails hurried over, clutching her guitar.

The moment she returned to the hall, the girl’s nose twitched slightly. Her brow furrowed, and she raised a hand to cover her mouth, quietly making a gagging face.

Xu Qing gasped, inadvertently breaking into a sweat for the girl on stage.

With that single gesture, the girl had exposed that she was an Omega. She wondered how many people in the bar had noticed.

Right now, the hall was as chaotic as a circus; all sorts of riffraff were making a mess of the place. The smell of pheromones was pungent enough to cause nausea. Even an Alpha like Xu Qing found it hard to endure, let alone a sensitive and fragile Omega.

The girl on stage was completely unprepared for this. Having to perform in such an environment was simply too much to ask of her.

As she came out, a middle-aged man with dark skin followed her. He was wearing a suit and sat down at the very table Xu Qing had previously tried to take. He crossed his legs, pressing his fingertips together, revealing blue and red tattoos on the back of his hands. He looked relaxed, prepared to enjoy the girl’s performance.

The Alpha male who had stopped Xu Qing from sitting earlier was now acting submissively, respectfully pouring wine for the middle-aged man. The man had a smile on his face, but his eyes were fixed on the girl on stage like a predator staring at its prey.

Xu Qing vaguely guessed what was happening. Seeing the girl holding her guitar with a look of dread toward the middle-aged man, Xu Qing clenched her fist and cursed under her breath: “F***.”

The guitar music started. The girl sang two lines, but her voice was strained, lacking the passion and vitality from before.

“What the hell is she singing? This is trash!”

“What’s going on? You come here to sing with this level of skill?”

A few thugs began to maliciously mock her, staring at the performer with smug grins.

The girl adjusted her emotions, cleared her throat, and started again. This time she changed the key, and a sorrowful melody emerged.

“Change the song! Who sings ‘dead people music’ on a day like this?”

“Exactly, don’t look like your parents just died. Can’t you even smile?”

“Come on, give us a smile.”

The crowd laughed uproariously, fueled by alcohol. On stage, the girl’s body went rigid. Her eyes were as red as a rabbit’s, her lips trembled, and her fingers on the strings were shaking.

She seemed to be on the verge of doing something; the knuckles of the hand holding the guitar protruded with force, and she moved her foot half a step forward. But she stopped abruptly, stunned by the scene before her.

With a loud thwack, the man who had uttered the “dead parents” comment had his head “bloom.” A bottle shattered over his crown, and cheap liquor doused his face, mixing with the blood trickling down.

Xu Qing had stood up behind him at some point, gripping the neck of the broken bottle. She looked coldly at the pack of mad dogs and said syllable by syllable: “Try laughing one more time.”

The noisy bar fell silent instantly. Xu Qing rolled up her shirt sleeves, revealing beautiful muscle lines. She picked up another empty bottle and, without warning, smashed it over another man’s head. Like a person possessed, she shouted sternly: “Laugh! Everyone, laugh!”

“A bunch of brutes! What kind of skill is it to bully a girl!”

The crowd was intimidated by her aura, but they soon snapped out of it. Several companions of the men she hit roared and picked up chairs to throw at Xu Qing. There was a series of crashes, and the floor became a mess, but Xu Qing nimbly dodged the lethal attacks.

At the start, about six or seven people moved against her. Some fell on the liquor-slicked floor as soon as they stood up; others, drunk, stepped on glass shards. This motley crew had no real combat coordination. Furthermore, Xu Qing had studied Muay Thai for a while and possessed the physical strength of an Alpha; she quickly beat the “mad dogs” down.

Just when she thought it was over, the girl on stage screamed: “Watch your back!”

Xu Qing ducked immediately. A bottle whistled past the back of her head. Taking advantage of her distraction, a man with a buzz cut and an iron bar swung toward her head!

In the crisis, Xu Qing used a burst of strength to grab the iron bar with both hands, narrowly stopping the head-shattering blow. However, she was forced back against the corner of a table and had no strength left to deal with the others.

Her shirt was opened low, and her sleeves were rolled up near her shoulders. As she exerted her full strength, the muscle lines of her upper body were faintly visible under the thin shirt, and even the beads of sweat at her collarbone looked exceptionally striking.

Despite her anxiety, Fu Shuang couldn’t help but steal another look. Her throat moved as she swallowed hard.

“Aren’t the police here yet? Should we call them again?”

Fu Shuang asked the boss in a small voice, her palms already wet with sweat.

This happened during her very first performance on stage; she worried it would be hard to maintain a residency at the bar.

Although she was very grateful to the person who stood up for her, if she lost her job because of it, how could she talk about living independently?

“The police will be here any minute. This is Boss Zhou’s territory; those punks won’t get away with it,” the manager said, giving Fu Shuang a look and lowering his voice. “And you? What do you plan to do?”

Fu Shuang glanced cautiously not far away. The man in the suit sat there composedly; the fight nearby seemed to have nothing to do with him. Noticing Fu Shuang looking over, he finally offered a polite, refined smile.

This guy is older than my dad!

A chill ran through Fu Shuang. She rushed into the fighting crowd and shouted in a panic: “Stop fighting! The police are almost here!”

The man with the buzz cut and the iron bar panicked upon hearing this. From the corner of her eye, Xu Qing saw the girl with the twin tails, like a frightened bird, stepping over broken glass to get to her. She threw herself onto Xu Qing, her eyes red, tears falling in drops: “Darling, are you hurt?”

Xu Qing’s heart instantly skipped a beat.