The Omega's Vow: Never Marry a Mama's Boy Alpha - Chapter 41.1

The atmosphere was as still as a funeral, the air nearly solidified into an invisible mass, making it impossible to breathe, suffocating.

No, in reality, it was only because Gu Lin had subconsciously held her breath, like a thief caught red-handed by the police, frozen in place, completely unsure how to react, so tense that she even forgot to breathe.

Running into an acquaintance in such a setting was something Gu Lin hadn’t anticipated. The sudden exposure of her identity left even the ever-resourceful Fifth Young Miss at a loss. In this situation, anything she did would arouse Wen Yan’s suspicion.

Moreover, acting coy and mysterious was not Gu Lin’s style.

She quickly composed herself, calmly accepting the rather bizarre situation before her, and began considering Wen Yan’s reaction and how to make amends if she were angered.

“I am Wen Yan. If the ‘Xiao Wu’ you mentioned refers to Fifth Young Miss Gu, then yes, I am indeed her fiancée.”

Fifth Young Miss Gu.

The distant and formal address made the woman raise an eyebrow, a faint, ambiguous smile flickering at the corner of her lips. Wen Yan noticed it and frowned imperceptibly before relaxing.

Although the woman before her exuded a gentle and approachable aura, to be honest, Wen Yan didn’t sense any goodwill from her.

Especially that smile just now, the more she thought about it, the more it seemed like mockery.

Was she overthinking it?

Wen Yan’s mind raced, countless thoughts intertwining like threads tangled into a ball of yarn, rolling back and forth, yielding no answers.

But it didn’t matter. Reality soon provided her with an answer, one that was unbelievable and utterly unprepared for.

“Xiao Wu, did you make Miss Wen Yan angry?”

The woman looked at Gu Lin with a helpless yet doting expression, the term of address causing Wen Yan’s peach-blossom eyes to widen in shock.

Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu.

Was it what she thought?

Could it be that outcome?

Wen Yan stared intently at Director Lin, like a victim in a case, anxiously awaiting the judge’s verdict.

“No.”

Lin Ye also known as Fifth Young Miss Gu, Gu Lin stood there, still in the outfit she had worn for the runway show. Her gold-rimmed glasses reflected a warm, golden light under the lamps, radiant and dignified.

“I didn’t tell her.”

Gu Lin met Wen Yan’s gaze apologetically, but the icy coldness in those peach-blossom eyes felt tangible, piercing her heart.

“I didn’t tell her I am Gu Lin.”

“I didn’t tell her I am the fiancée she’s been so determined to break off the engagement with.”

Wen Yan could no longer bear to listen. She turned and walked away.

What was this? What kind of cliché, melodramatic plot was this? Was she living in some third-rate romance novel?

Unbelievable, unbelievable, unbelievable, unbelievable!

Absurd, absurd, absurd, absurd!

Wen Yan quickened her pace, her eight-centimeter heels clicking rhythmically against the floor like drumbeats, heavy and steady.

Once outside the event center, she strode to the roadside and flagged down a taxi.

The driver, a burly man with a thick beard, asked in broken English where she wanted to go.

Wen Yan’s first instinct was to return to the hotel, but Director Lin no, she should now refer to her as Fifth Young Miss Gu.

As she silently repeated the title in her mind, Wen Yan’s tone was far from pleasant, one might even say it was seething with resentment.

Miss Gu was surely heading back to the hotel as well, but Wen Yan wasn’t in the mood to see her right now. She told the driver to take her to the nearest park instead, she needed some time alone to clear her head.

The driver, a responsible middle-aged man, dropped her off right by the park entrance and enthusiastically recommended other scenic spots. Italian men were always chivalrous and attentive toward beautiful women, their Mediterranean-bred romance and tenderness ingrained in their very bones. Having studied in Florence for years, Wen Yan was well aware of this, yet she still found it hard to handle such unwarranted enthusiasm.

She responded with a cold expression and maintained silence throughout the ride, eventually making the driver feel too awkward to continue his one-sided conversation. He fell quiet, somewhat dejectedly, as if talking to himself.

Wen Yan paid in U.S. dollars and didn’t wait for change considering it a fee to keep him quiet.

It was nearly dusk, the western sky painted with a vast, colorful sunset. Wen Yan tightened her coat and sat on a park bench, staring blankly at a flock of pigeons in the distance.

Perhaps there was a reason she had crossed into this world the original owner of this body was quite similar to her in some ways. Both of them cherished solitude, enjoyed quiet moments, and never felt lonely because of it.

Sitting on the cool bench, watching the gray pigeons hop around and chase after passersby for food, Wen Yan felt herself gradually relax. Her restless heart slowly calmed, and even the irritation Gu Lin had caused her vanished completely.

An elderly man with graying hair, clutching a paper bag, hobbled into the flock of pigeons and scattered a handful of birdseed. All the pigeons flocked around him, cooing incessantly.

The old man laughed heartily, revealing his nearly toothless grin.

He looked genuinely happy.

Unconsciously, Wen Yan’s lips curved into a smile, but she caught herself and let the smile fade. After a moment’s thought, she pulled out her wallet and went to a nearby bakery to buy a baguette. It was so hard it could practically be used as a weapon hardly what one would call edible food.

The baguette had to be sliced in a specialized bread-cutting machine because tearing it by hand was simply impossible. It required precise machinery and sharp blades.

She placed the bread inside, closed the lid, and pressed the start button.

The machine evenly sliced the baguette into uniformly thick pieces, a process so satisfying it felt therapeutic, a blessing for anyone with obsessive-compulsive tendencies.

Wen Yan found it healing, watching the slices fall into place. It left her feeling refreshed, as if her energy channels had been unblocked.

With the sliced bread in hand, she returned to the park and stood by the path, tearing off small pieces and tossing them casually onto the ground, watching the pigeons scramble for them.

But such amusement couldn’t last long. Where pigeons gathered, there was also an abundance of droppings, the smell was honestly hard to bear, and there was always the risk of being hit by falling bird waste. Wen Yan had no intention of returning to the hotel covered in foul-smelling excrement that would seriously tarnish her image as a beauty.

Besides, if she ran into Gu Lin in such a state, she would truly want to die.

Or perhaps just kill Gu Lin instead.

As if on cue, her phone rang with a call from none other than Gu Lin. Annoyed by the very thought of her, Wen Yan hung up immediately.

She was openly angry, no need for that woman to show her face around here.

Gu Lin seemed to grasp the underlying meaning and settled for the next best option using WeChat as an indirect way to contact her.

Xiao Lin Filming: [Where are you?]
[The hotel front desk said you haven’t returned.]
[I can explain about hiding my identity.]
[Please don’t be angry, okay?]

Wen Yan let out a bitter laugh and coldly replied with two words.
[No.]

Xiao Lin Filming: [Then where are you? I’m really worried about you.]

Wen Yan directly sent her location.

Xiao Lin Filming: [The park? I’ll come find you now.]

Oh.
Come on then. I’m leaving anyway.

Otherwise, the sight of her utterly innocent face would make Wen Yan so furious she’d want to bite her twice.
Hard enough to draw blood.

To prevent such a tragedy, Wen Yan left the park and casually found a café to sit in along the street. On the way, she noticed an elderly person crouching in a corner. After a moment’s thought, she placed the large amount of leftover bread she had in front of him.

She didn’t expect any words of gratitude, but to her surprise, the scavenger spoke in broken Chinese:
“Thank you.”

Wen Yan smiled faintly.

Italian coffee is rich and aromatic, bitter with a lingering sweetness exactly the kind Wen Yan preferred. She sat at an outdoor open seat under a small brown awning. Surrounding the area were roses planted by the shop owner, partitioning the space to create this “garden café.”

The stunningly beautiful Eastern muse sat amidst the flowers, her exquisite face more precious than the first bloom of a rose. Many alphas grew restless, eager to approach and ask if she had time to share dinner.

One even boldly released pheromones but was swiftly thrown out by the livid shop owner before taking a step forward.

Public places strictly regulate pheromone levels, and exceeding the limit incurs hefty fines. All establishments keep a close watch on such alphas to avoid handing over a year’s profits to the government.

Eventually, someone couldn’t resist and walked over with a cup of espresso.
“Is this seat taken?”

She asked in English, her sapphire-blue eyes fixed unblinkingly on this muse from the East.

Her Eros, her Amor, her Freyja, her Aengus, her Aphrodite.

“No.”

Wen Yan replied in English, her accent pure London. The female alpha before her was wild and sensual, her blatant gaze making Wen Yan feel as if she were being visually violated.

“I’m sure many have told you this,”
“You are eous.”
“But I’ll say it again.”
“You are fucking eous.”

“So, are you just a repeater?”

Bystanders burst into cheerful laughter, finding the goddess both beautiful and witty utterly captivating.

Unfazed, the female alpha continued with deep affection.
“Because of you, I lost my words.”

(I’m speechless, stunned by your beauty.)

“Well, you should call 112.”

(Then I think you might need the police’s help, ‘lost’ can mean something is missing.)

The shopkeeper chuckled, carrying a plate of small cakes made by his wife, and walked out to offer them to the beauty who had brought many customers to his café.

“Hope you enjoy it.”

“Thank you.”

The female alpha had struck out twice in a row, and the other alphas nearby were already mocking her with pitying looks, urging her to step aside and let someone else try. But she wasn’t willing to give up on the muse so easily. She shook her robust pectoral muscles, her collar wide open, revealing the bronze skin she’d tanned on Mediterranean beaches. The curved lines of her chest were boldly displayed to the omega across from her.

“Come with me.”

“We will have a good time.”

To be honest, it was incredibly sexy wild and seductive.

Though she hadn’t released any pheromones, her suggestive words and provocative gestures exuded a thick aura of allure.

Wen Yan felt offended. Wasn’t this just sexual harassment with a gender swap?

Her expression darkened as she was about to say something to reject the advance when her phone rang again.

It was Gu Lin.

Wen Yan thought she had probably arrived at the park.

She hadn’t intended to answer, but the female alpha’s gaze was too intense. Not wanting to face it, she decided to pick up Gu Lin’s call.

“I’m at the park. Where are you?”

Her tone was soft and pitiful, like a little girl who had rushed excitedly to a lover’s rendezvous only to find herself stood up.

Wen Yan couldn’t help but smirk, her lips curling high with sheer satisfaction.

Hmph, serves you right for keeping secrets earlier.

Making a fool out of me.

“I waited too long, so I went to a nearby café for a coffee.”

In truth, she hadn’t waited at all, but that didn’t stop Wen Yan from wanting to give Gu Lin a hard time. She enjoyed seeing her flustered and upset over her.

“Sorry, it’s my fault. I messed up.”

“Which café are you at? Can I come find you?”

“Or have you already left? Should I keep waiting here?”

So obedient, no wonder she’s notorious for being a “mama’s girl” and a “sister complex.” Wen Yan felt both pleased and a little angry. She wondered if Gu Lin had known about her since she came to break off the engagement. Was it because Aunt Ye Lan liked her so much that Gu Lin had invited her to be the lead in her film?

Was it because of their families’ arranged marriage that she had fallen for her.

So infuriating.

So, so, so, so, so, so infuriating angry enough to want to throw a cup of coffee in the face of that female alpha who rubbed her the wrong way.

Damn mama’s girl.

“Come find me at the café. There are so many alphas bothering me here; I can’t get away.”

Wen Yan deliberately said this in a troubled tone, and sure enough, Gu Lin’s voice on the other end suddenly grew more urgent.

Laced with obvious irritation.

“Then wait for me. I’ll be right there.”

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