The Omega's Vow: Never Marry a Mama's Boy Alpha - Chapter 35

The autumn wind blew, leaving all things in a desolate silence. Golden ginkgo leaves carpeted the ground, casting a warm hue over the usually cool-toned earth. The sky was a brilliant, dazzling blue, and there she stood, holding a bouquet of enchanting violets, smiling gently at her. The entire scene was so richly colored it resembled a vibrant oil painting.

Just looking at it made one’s heart flutter unexpectedly.

The dark clouds that had lingered in her heart for so long suddenly dispersed, and a sliver of sunlight broke through the clouds, warming her from within.

It was impossible to stay angry with someone like that. She stood there, gentle and well-behaved, holding flowers meant for her. The feeling was as if, with even the slightest hint of resistance or unwillingness from her, she would not take a single step forward, content to simply watch from afar.

Afraid that her footprints might dirty her garden.

Wen Yan was struggling to hold on. Her emotional defenses were crumbling rapidly, for no apparent reason.

It felt exactly like the anger she had experienced that night.

This emotion was utterly ridiculous. Wen Yan knew exactly what lay behind it, yet she couldn’t resist it. She was furious, agitated, and desperately wanted to vent her anger at the person before her.

Just the thought of that night, how Gu Lin had shared an umbrella with another omega, offering the tenderness and chivalry she had reserved for someone else, while Wen Yan hadn’t even received a single glance from her made Wen Yan clench her teeth in rage.

She was angry, yet she had never been able to bring herself to direct that anger at Gu Lin. When Gu Lin was out of sight, Wen Yan could afford to be a little stubborn and confrontational. But now, with Gu Lin standing right in front of her, timidly saying she missed her, Wen Yan’s heart softened.

And with that softening, words that should never have been spoken slipped out as her defenses momentarily faltered.

“Who was it that came to pick you up after the celebration banquet that night?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Wen Yan regretted them. It made it seem as though she cared, as though she was.

“You’re jealous?!”

Gu Lin exclaimed, both surprised and delighted, the words tumbling out without a second thought.

But then, seeing Wen Yan’s expression darken instantly, she hurried to explain.

“It was my sister! My biological sister! Same father, same mother. She came to pick me up and take me home.”

“Qin Xia went to see someone else off, and my sister happened to be nearby, so she came to get me.”

“Really, you have to believe me.”

As she spoke, her initial excitement and joy faded, replaced by nervous uncertainty about how to express her feelings. Even her tone grew subdued.

“You’re the only one in my heart.”

Wen Yan: …

Wen Yan wanted to cover her face and flee.

Of course, she believed Gu Lin. Director Lin’s character was beyond reproach. But the thought that she had so rashly grown jealous of the women around Gu Lin filled her with such shame that she could hardly face it.

Here she was, a mature woman of 27, rendered foolish by love to the point where she couldn’t even look at herself.

Truly, love makes people lose their intellect. Oscar Wilde was right.

Love is just two fools chasing after each other.

Rationally speaking, Wen Yan didn’t want any part of it. But in many situations, rationality simply didn’t stand a chance.

Seeing Wen Yan’s clear desire to escape, Gu Lin realized she might have embarrassed her. Pressing her lips together, she said softly, “I’ll leave after I’ve seen you.”

“These flowers are for you.”

Wen Yan looked up. The flowers Gu Lin handed her were very familiar; during her original self’s study abroad in Florence, such fragrant blooms were everywhere along the cool Mediterranean coast.

Vast stretches of purplish-blue hues spread out, breathtakingly beautiful, a scene rivaling the lavender fields of Provence.

Even more romantic was their floral meaning: eternal beauty and love.

It was Gu Lin’s understated, subtle, silent confession.

She didn’t speak a single word, yet every word seemed whispered in your ear, spoken directly to your heart.

Wen Yan bit her lip, walked over, and accepted the bouquet.

“Thank you.”

Gu Lin smiled softly, feeling relieved. “I should be the one thanking you.”

Thank you for accepting my feelings.

“These flowers suit you. They look lovely.”

Wen Yan glanced down at the vibrant, dewy petals, the delicate fragrance wafting to her nose, and nodded. “They are indeed beautiful.”

Gu Lin chuckled. “What I meant was.”

“The flowers complement you. You’re the one who’s lovely.”

Wen Yan: …

Wen Yan flushed crimson at those simple eight words. The heat in her cheeks made her wonder if her estrus cycle had arrived early. As a strong, independent woman, she couldn’t accept being so easily flustered by a single phrase, desperately searching for excuses to explain away the blush.

Seeing her like this made Gu Lin’s heart race unbearably. She suddenly recalled a line from a book she’d read long ago:

There are few truths in this world, but a woman’s blush is worth more than any lengthy confession.

Gu Lin licked her slightly dry lips, suddenly feeling an irresistible itch in her heart. A powerful urge surged within her to ask Wen Yan if she felt the same way, if she liked her too.

She wanted to hear Wen Yan say it aloud, from those beautiful, vivid red lips. If she did, Gu Lin knew she wouldn’t be able to resist kissing her.

Kissing her, holding her close, burying her face in Wen Yan’s shoulder and breathing in the delicate scent of her hair.

Gu Lin parted her lips, barely uttering a “You!” before meeting Wen Yan’s gaze.

The words lodged in her throat, sinking like a heavy stone, too weighty to speak aloud.

“Are you free next month?”

“Someone gave me two invitations to Milan Fashion Week. I’d like to invite you to the show.”

Wen Yan thought for a moment and gave a cautious reply. “I’ll need to discuss it with my manager first.”

“Then take these for now. If you’re free, let me know, and I’ll pick you up.”

Wen Yan couldn’t help but laugh. Though Gu Lin was indeed gentle and considerate, this almost paternalistic courtship style felt a bit hard to adjust to.

She was a grown woman capable, with hands and feet of her own, not to mention bodyguards and a driver. Why would she need someone to pick her up?

Was Gu Lin worried she was some schoolgirl who’d get kidnapped if no one fetched her after class?

Being pampered like this by someone younger felt, strange.

Wen Yan didn’t mind being the one doing the pampering.

“Don’t trouble yourself.”

Besides, she had already debuted and gained some online recognition. Wen Yan was very self-aware and didn’t want to cause any trouble for Sister Jinyin due to her personal life.

If she were photographed being intimate or riding in the same car as an alpha director, people would assume she was trading her body for favors or using her looks to get ahead.

Wen Yan had no intention of repeating the mistakes of her past life.

“Alright, I understand.”

Gu Lin didn’t press further. The flowers had been given, the invitation extended, and she’d seen the person she came for.

It was time to leave.

Gu Lin said her goodbyes and turned to go, but Wen Yan called out to stop her.

“About the WeChat thing.”

Wen Yan now regretted venting her frustration in that way. Regardless of their relationship, Lin Dao had once saved her that alone meant Wen Yan shouldn’t have hurt her with cold words.

“It’s fine.” Gu Lin smiled, completely unbothered, and even went out of her way to explain on Wen Yan’s behalf. “I know you’re busy filming.”

“I disturbed you.”

Hearing this, Wen Yan felt even more guilty, impulsively wanting to do something to make up for it.

“No, it’s not.”

As Wen Yan denied it, Gu Lin’s eyes curved into crescents. “I’m really not good at chatting. Aside from work, I hardly communicate with anyone.”

“But I can’t help wanting to reach out to you. Even when I know you’re busy, I still want to know what you’re doing, even if it’s just through the screen.”

“When you reply, it makes me really happy.”

Each straightforward confession struck Wen Yan’s heart like a bowling ball every time, a perfect strike.

Wen Yan took a deep breath, determined to salvage a bit of her poised, mature image and not let this innocent woman lead her astray again.

“You can call me. Voice messages might feel more relaxed and natural than texting.”

Gu Lin chuckled. She loved how Wen Yan found ways to tolerate her closeness. This tolerance and affection, especially compared to Wen Yan’s indifference toward others, felt all the more precious.

Wen Yan was always exceptionally gentle with those who mattered to her.

Like Axiu.

Now, could she count herself among them?

“Then, if I want to see you, can I video call you?”

Video calls, though.

Wen Yan hesitated, her eyes revealing a hint of resistance.

Wasn’t that too intimate?

It felt like something long-distance lovers, unable to meet, would do.

Gu Lin lowered her head, suppressing a laugh. She had just tested Wen Yan’s boundaries.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do that.”

Gu Lin had always been a woman of action.

If she wanted to see someone, she’d simply go and meet them.

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