The Omega's Vow: Never Marry a Mama's Boy Alpha - Chapter 40

On the eve of the Milan Autumn/Winter Fashion Show, Wen Yan only found out that Director Lin was actually a model and would be walking the runway.

She nearly dropped her coffee in shock, her mind swirling with confusion.

Yes, she had always thought Director Lin had the makings of a model tall, long-legged, with an impassive expression and an unflappable demeanor, walking with an air of authority. When dressed in a dark British-style mid-length trench coat paired with black Chelsea boots, the combination of restraint and sensuality was downright lethal.

But the idea of a director having modeling as a side gig was truly unexpected.

Was it Director Lin’s hobby?

Or had the financial pressure of filmmaking become so overwhelming that she had to take on a second job to make ends meet?

Wen Yan’s skepticism and disbelief were so apparent that Gu Lin had no choice but to explain: a friend had asked her for the favor, and the compensation was two invitation tickets, along with reimbursement for round-trip flights and hotel accommodations.

Wen Yan nodded but remained doubtful.

It wasn’t until she was seated in the front row of the show and saw Director Lin step onto the runway that she felt a surreal, dreamlike daze.

Gu Lin was wearing heavy makeup something she clearly hadn’t chosen herself, as she was the type to go out with just a light base, considering a nude makeup look formal enough. Her black, medium-length hair cascaded over her shoulders and back, and a pair of gold-rimmed frameless glasses perched on her high nose bridge, giving her the refined, elegant aura of the youngest and most accomplished professor at a university. Beneath her black trench coat was a matching suit, and the tie was unmistakably tied by her own hands, a meticulous, rigid Windsor knot.

All these elements of restrained, cold elegance came together to make Gu Lin appear unattainable, like a deity untouchable by mere mortals.

The ultimate in icy restraint was a maddening kind of sexiness.

Wen Yan could feel a sudden surge of restlessness within her. It wasn’t just alphas who could provoke physiological reactions in omegas; when an alpha stirred an omega’s heart, the intense longing brought on by their sensitive bodies was something Wen Yan couldn’t resist.

She wanted to tear open that stiff necktie, preferably rip it apart, and toss it carelessly to the floor. She would push Gu Lin onto the bed, straddle her waist, and from above, undo each of those maddening buttons one by one.

No, that would take too much time. It would be better to just tear them open forcefully.

Such moments never called for gentleness.

And then…

Wen Yan gasped, the sudden rise in her body temperature alerting her that something was wrong.

It was her heat.

And it had arrived at the worst possible moment.

Clenching her teeth, Wen Yan tried to hold on and watch Gu Lin’s runway walk, but her increasingly weak and damp body issued a final warning.

If you don’t want to make world headlines for causing a scene by going into heat at a fashion show, get to the restroom and inject the suppressants now!

Grabbing her bag, she cast one last reluctant glance at Gu Lin before leaving the venue and heading straight for the restroom outside.

Stumbling along the way, her steps unsteady, she had to lean against the wall for the last few steps.

This heat had arrived nearly half a month early, catching Wen Yan completely off guard. Fortunately, she always carried spare suppressants with her, a good habit she’d cultivated over time.

As she injected the suppressant, Wen Yan couldn’t help but think that in this world, some things simply couldn’t be deceived.

You can choose not to think about it, deliberately ignore the existence of a certain fact, and even calmly, take for granted the kindness that person shows you.

But your body will honestly express its own feelings and needs, blatantly betraying your mind.

Yes.

No matter how much Wen Yan deceived herself, at that very moment, she desired Gu Lin.

She was fantasizing about her, imagining her, and instead of feeling ashamed or regretful, she felt an indescribable, secret delight.

The gland at the back of her neck was slightly swollen, releasing a faint trace of pheromones. If an alpha were to catch a whiff, they would instantly become excited and respond immediately.

This was an omega’s subtle way of seeking intimacy.

For the person she liked.

By the time she returned, the fashion show was still ongoing. Wen Yan went back to her original seat. The closer the seats were to the front row at a fashion show, the more prestigious they were. The people in the first row were either big names in the fashion industry or brand owners, all familiar with one another or at least having heard of each other. Wen Yan, with her strikingly beautiful and alluring face, was the only new presence, attracting many curious glances and stares.

Someone spoke to her.

“You seem much better now.”

It was in Mandarin, spoken with perfect enunciation and a pleasant tone.

Wen Yan turned her head. The woman beside her was elegant and graceful, with a captivating face. Her form-fitting bodycon dress was both dignified and accentuated her perfect figure.

She was a woman who valued etiquette and refinement, sitting with impeccable posture her legs tilted to one side, hands resting on her lap. On her left index finger was an emerald ring as large as a pebble, exquisitely beautiful.

She must be some socialite or wealthy lady, Wen Yan thought.

“Yes, I hope I didn’t disturb you earlier?”

The woman lowered her head with a gentle smile. “Not at all.”

Neither of them was the talkative type, so the conversation ended there, with no further exchange.

After the fashion show concluded, Wen Yan stood up and went backstage to find Gu Lin.

Gu Lin had sent a message saying she was removing her makeup and would need about twenty minutes.

Bored while waiting, Wen Yan sat in the models’ lounge and started a round of Honor of Kings.

Lately, due to jet lag and frequent nightmares, she hadn’t been sleeping well. Whenever she woke up in the hotel with nothing to do, she would check the time in the capital and then log in to play five-player ranked matches with her younger brother, Li Xiaomeng, Qin Xia, and Xu Wei.

Wen Yan enjoyed playing mages, with Daji being her favorite for her straightforward, one-shot combo that was both satisfying and stress-relieving. However, as their ranks gradually increased, simple and brainless heroes no longer met the team’s needs. She began practicing agile mage-assassins like Kagura and Diaochan.

Xu Wei once asked her why she didn’t play heroes like Zhuge Liang or Sima Yi they were incredibly cool and flashy, and if played well, scoring a penta kill was entirely possible.

Wen Yan simply replied that she liked beautiful female characters and only played them.

Xu Wei: What about Shangguan Wan’er?

Wen Yan: Shut up, I’m terrible with her.

She could never figure out how to play that flying lady and always ended up as a pitiful ground-bound chicken.

No matter how poorly she played, no one dared to say anything, let alone mock her. Among the five of them, she was the older sister, the boss, the boss’s fiancée, and the big sister in the production team. Even if the others saw Wen Yan’s 0-10-0 scoreline, they could only bitterly complain that the enemy jungler was inhuman for targeting their mid-laner carry.

Most of the time, though, they still won more often than not. Bodyguard Li Xiaomeng was exceptionally skilled with Han Xin, and every time, her younger brother Wen Xiu would happily pick Yao and ride on her back, refusing to come down no matter what.

Utterly tea-like.

A pleasant gaming session quickly came to an end. Wen Yan earned another star, feeling quite satisfied as she closed the game and went to find Gu Lin.

Pushing open the door, Wen Yan immediately spotted Director Lin chatting animatedly with another woman, both of them beaming with smiles.

The woman was none other than the socialite who had been sitting beside her earlier, striking up a conversation.

“You’re here,” Gu Lin said upon noticing Wen Yan, suddenly growing tense, his expression visibly uneasy.

To Wen Yan, this tension and discomfort were glaring signs of guilt.

Her face remained expressionless, her gaze turning colder.

Following Gu Lin’s line of sight, the woman noticed Wen Yan, curved her lips slightly, and greeted her with a smile.

“Hello.”

“You must be Xiao Wu’s fiancée, right?”

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