The Omega's Vow: Never Marry a Mama's Boy Alpha - Chapter 3

“Hello, this is the internal line of the Yanbei Gu residence. I am the butler, Gu Zhong. How may I assist you?”

Wen Yan hadn’t expected the call to connect immediately. This was the contact list from her grandfather’s time, when the two families had been closely connected and had exchanged internal phone numbers. She was surprised that after all these years, the Gu family hadn’t changed theirs.

“Hello, Butler Gu. This is Wen Yan from the Lin’an Wen family.”

“Miss Wen Yan, whom may I ask you’re looking for?”

“I would like to visit Mrs. Ye Lan. I wonder if she is available and when she might have time?”

There was a brief silence on the other end before a formal reply came.

“I’m sorry, Miss Wen Yan, but the lady’s schedule is unpredictable. I cannot provide you with a definite answer.”

“You may contact the lady’s agent to make an appointment.”

Wen Yan understood that in wealthy families like the Gu’s, the butler and even the maids had fixed, standardized ways of handling visitors. This wasn’t just for the sake of decorum and prestige but, more importantly, to protect the family members.

Understanding was one thing, but Wen Yan felt a surge of frustration. She tightened her grip on the phone. “I don’t have the agent’s contact information. Could you provide it, Butler Gu?”

“I’m sorry, Miss Wen Yan, but I don’t have the contact details for the lady’s agent either.”

The refusal was absolute, leaving no room for negotiation. It seemed like a dead end.

Wen Yan paused for a moment before she had no choice but to play her trump card. “The Independent Freedom Medal belonging to the late Mr. Gu is in my possession. I would like to return it personally to Mrs. Ye.”

“Could you please inform her and help arrange a time?”

The other end of the line fell silent. Wen Yan smiled slightly, knowing they were verifying the information.

The minute hand on the wall clock moved once, and the clear, composed male voice spoke again.

“Apologies for the wait, Miss Wen Yan. Are you certain it is the medal belonging to our late master, Mr. Gu?”

Wen Yan toyed with the silver medal, flipping it over. The engraved characters on the back were faint but still legible.

Yifu.

The late Mr. Gu’s name was Gu Ke, and his courtesy name was Yifu.

“I’m certain. My grandfather, Wen Liu, passed it down to me.”

“Very well. Please hold for a moment. I will convey your message now.”

His tone carried a newfound sincerity and respect.

Wen Yan let out a breath of relief, sinking back into the sofa as she waited for the response.

The hourglass on the bookshelf was turned upside down, grains of sand trickling down one by one.

“Miss Wen, are you still there?”

Wen Yan snapped out of her thoughts. “Yes, I am.”

“The lady will be at the estate tomorrow afternoon. Would that time and location be convenient for you?”

Wen Yan considered the estate’s address and replied, “Yes, that works.”

“Very well. You may simply provide your name to the guard at the gate, and you will be permitted to drive in. We look forward to your visit.”

“Is there anything else I can assist you with?”

“No, that will be all. Thank you, Butler Gu.”

“You’re welcome. Goodbye, Miss Wen Yan.”

“Goodbye.”

Wen Yan hung up the phone.

Meeting an elder especially a future mother-in-law and a respected figure in the industry required careful consideration of attire.

Wen Yan began her preparations.

Ye Lan possessed a dignified and elegant appearance with a graceful aura. After winning her first Best Actress award at 26, she married Gu Lang, the head of the Gu family, who was three years younger than her. At the time, the headlines were all about the Best Actress marrying into a wealthy family and possibly retiring from the screen. Later, when news broke of her pregnancy, the headlines shifted to: “Devoted to Family, High Society Has No Room for the Entertainment Industry!” But after giving birth, Ye Lan immediately returned to her acting career, using her exceptional performances and subsequent Best Actress awards to firmly refute the gossip-driven media.

This clearly demonstrated that Ye Lan was an independent and self-reliant woman who pursued her personal values and ideals.

Therefore, her attire should not be overly sexy or delicate, and the same applied to her makeup.

Wen Yan put down the red backless evening gown and the daisy-strap dress, selecting instead a white chiffon blouse paired with a navy blue A-line skirt, an elegant and appropriate office lady look.

Perfect.

Wen Yan was very satisfied. She laid the outfit on the bed and began her skincare and makeup routine.

In the midst of this, a knock came at the door. Her younger brother’s voice was soft and gentle, almost poetic in tone.

“Sister, may I come in?”

“I made you a glass of watermelon juice.”

What a thoughtful, polite little darling!

Putting down her eyelash curler, Wen Yan smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Come in.”

A tall glass with a red straw and a thin slice of lemon on the rim stood before her. The juice inside was layered, with settled fruit pulp occupying the bottom third of the glass.

Taking a sip, Wen Yan’s eyes widened there were also crunchy coconut jellies inside, adding texture to the drink.

It was delicious. Her brother was so capable!

“Thank you, A Xiu.”

Wen Xiu smiled gently. “Are you going out, Sister?”

“Yes, I’m going to visit a senior.”

Wen Yan set down the juice and resumed her unfinished makeup. Wen Xiu watched quietly from the side, only speaking when she put away her eyelash curler.

“Sister, you look so mature like this.”

“Really?”

Wen Yan glanced at her reflection in the mirror and saw nothing out of place.

“Yes, you look like a charming 27-year-old woman.”

Wen Yan smiled silently. She was, after all, 27…

Wait.

Suddenly, she understood what her brother meant. Her current body wasn’t 27, it was 23.

Twenty-three, the prime of youth, vibrant and full of life.

This makeup style would have been perfectly suitable for her previous age, but for a 23-year-old, it made her look slightly older, masking the youthfulness and vitality of this body.

However, she wasn’t entirely confident about applying a more youthful makeup look now.

She turned to her brother. Wen Xiu had a clean, fresh face, and his familiarity with cosmetics was evident.

“A Xiu, do you know how to do makeup?”

“Huh?” Wen Xiu was momentarily taken aback, then nodded, his face flushing. “Yes, I enjoy it.”

Wen Yan’s eyes curved into a smile. “Then, could you help me with my makeup?”

“R-Really…?” Wen Xiu tugged at the hem of his shirt, his expression both nervous and hopeful.

His dream was to become a makeup artist. He had started learning makeup at 12 but had never applied it on anyone else.

Watching his sister close her eyes with complete trust, Wen Xiu took a deep breath and picked up a makeup brush from the table.

Wen Yan kept her eyes closed, afraid of putting pressure on her younger brother. She didn’t care whether the final makeup turned out good or bad at worst, she could just remove it and slowly figure things out on her own. However, Axiu’s skilled technique and gentle touch took her by surprise. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she began to anticipate what she would look like.

“Sis, can you open your eyes and take a look?”

The woman in the mirror slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyebrows arched like distant mountains, her skin glowed with the blush of peach blossoms, and her captivating eyes sparkled with a charming, delicate allure both sweet and enchanting, utterly breathtaking.

“So beautiful.”

Wen Yan let out a soft, awestruck sigh.

She knew her face was pretty, but because of her peach-blossom eyes, it always carried a seductive, coquettish charm. As a result, most of the roles she landed were either glamorous courtesans or kept mistresses, the kind of characters society scorned.

“You have the face of someone who’s been slept with stop pretending to be so high and mighty! Director Li wants to take care of you, so don’t you dare act ungrateful!”

Her agent had once pointed a finger at her, spewing those harsh words, spittle nearly flying into her face.

Perhaps because she hadn’t experienced as many hardships in this life, the eyes of this body no longer carried that “worldly” aura. They were clear and pure, radiating an innocent and endearing charm.

“Axiu, you’re amazing.” Wen Yan looked up with a laugh and gently pinched her brother’s cheek. “In the future, when I go into acting, how about you become my makeup artist?”

Wen Xiu’s eyes lit up brilliantly, and he looked so happy he could almost jump for joy. “Really?!”

Wen Yan chuckled and withdrew her hand. “Really.”

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