The Reborn Scummy A and the Sickly O Got Together - Chapter 11

Stumbling back to her room in utter disarray, Luo Mingyue knew that even without mentioning Feng Baiming, people like Lu Ping and Lu Jia, those who had grown up with her were probably wondering what had gotten into her.

After carefully closing the door and locking it, Luo Mingyue sat at her desk, pressing a hand to her chest where her heart pounded like thunder.

The face she had seen, Feng Baiming at twenty-one was just as she remembered: delicate features tinged with a sickly pallor, gazing at her with icy detachment.

To Feng Baiming, Luo Mingyue was no different from a roadside pebble or the air before her eyes.

Indistinguishable.

Covering her face, Luo Mingyue let out a low, bitter laugh. She thought this was all for the best nothing had begun.

Feng Baiming should remain exactly as she was aloof, indifferent, watching the world bustle with greed and pettiness while remaining untouched by it all.

There was only one Feng Baiming in this world, one who could witness the follies of mortal hearts without ever being moved by them.

She should stay that way. She should never have fallen for someone as weak and cowardly as Luo Mingyue.

Welcoming the eldest daughter of the Feng family into the Lu household should have been a smooth, uneventful affair. Though Feng Baiming was excessively polite to the point of coldness, at least nothing unexpected had happened.

Lu Ping could hardly imagine what kind of mishap could occur.

Yet now, everyone’s attention had been stolen by the sudden appearance and equally abrupt escape of that young alpha girl.

Lu Jia ventured cautiously, “Mingyue-jie doesn’t get much allowance. Maybe she ran out of budget by the end of the month, so that line…”

She couldn’t help but let a hint of envy slip through. “Mingyue-jie has always had a knack for winning girls over.”

Feng Shaoyang mused, “Even though we’re barely acquaintances if that based on the few times I’ve interacted with her, I never expected Luo Mingyue to make that kind of expression… I should’ve recorded it!”

Lu Ping, trying to smooth over the awkwardness, explained, “Mingyue is usually the most reliable person. She must’ve been feverish today.”

Hearing Feng Shaoyang’s remark, his eyes lit up. “You’re right! That girl’s default smile is practically glued on. For her to react like this, it’s like a century-old iron tree blooming. A once-in-a-millennium sight! We really should’ve filmed it and sent it to her as a birthday gift.”

Feng Baiming: “…”

What kind of idiots had fate paired together here?

She was still holding the bookmark. It felt cold in her hand, like the girl’s chilled fingertips. It wasn’t as if she had never received handmade gifts before, but never in her life had she imagined someone would present her with something so crude paired with words so unexpectedly poignant.

Luo Mingyue saw Feng Baiming again at dinner.

She had taken a shower, and her hair, now dried, fell just past her shoulders. Without its former length, she was surprised to find that her shortened locks, if not straightened, stubbornly stuck out in all directions at the ends.

Her hair was thick, and the added volume made her face appear even smaller, now no larger than a palm.

In the bathroom mirror, the girl smiled. Her fever had only just broken, leaving her complexion pale, but the warmth in her eyes remained. Yet upon closer inspection, there was no trace of the youthful naivety that should have belonged to someone her age.

After adjusting her expression repeatedly, Luo Mingyue finally settled for her usual slight downward gaze hiding the weariness and detachment in her eyes that no amount of effort could erase.

Though it was just a small detail, it wasn’t the underlying tone that should exist in Luo Mingyue’s eyes.

Having narrowly escaped death, Luo Mingyue smiled with bitter irony shouldn’t she have detached herself from worldly emotions by now?

The dining room on the first floor of the Lu family’s home featured a long table, easily accommodating over a dozen people.

When Luo Mingyue went downstairs, Feng Baiming’s parents had already arrived at the Lu residence and were conversing with the nearly sixty-year-old alpha woman the matriarch of the Lu family who had just returned.

The younger generation kept them company in the dining room. None of the three Lu daughters were fools, and Lu Ping, already twenty-two, had long been seasoned in social circles. Combined with Feng Shaoyang’s outgoing and lively personality, the atmosphere was one of mutual delight between hosts and guests.

Hearing the laughter as she entered the dining room, Luo Mingyue wondered if someone like her would seem out of place here.

The Third Miss Lu, Luo Mingyue’s mother was the first to notice her daughter’s arrival.

She had given birth at nineteen and was now only thirty-seven. Thanks to expensive cosmetic treatments and skincare, not a single fine line marred the corners of her eyes. Were it not for the maturity in her demeanor, she could easily pass for a woman under thirty.

The Third Miss Lu knew exactly what her mother was scheming. She scrutinized her daughter from head to toe, dressed in light-colored clothes, the five-eighths sleeves stopping at her elbows, the khaki cropped pants revealing pale, slender ankles as she walked.

Feng Baiming was also discreetly observing the approaching girl. Only when she noticed Luo Mingyue was wearing indoor slippers this time did she look away.

She came to a conclusion: this person was indeed tall and slender, with wrists and ankles so delicate that even she could probably encircle them with one hand.

A rather fragile young alpha, it seemed.

The Third Miss Lu spoke up, drawing her daughter into the conversation at the table: “Are you feeling better now? Come and greet Uncle and Auntie Feng.”

The chatter paused. Under her mother’s scrutinizing gaze, the Third Miss Lu warmly beckoned her daughter over and introduced her to the couple of similar age beside her with a smile:

“This is my only daughter, Luo Mingyue. Though she’s an alpha, she hasn’t presented yet, so she’s still just a child. Before Baiming arrived, she was overjoyed and kept insisting on being friends with her.”

Her mother was clearly lying through her teeth. Only as Luo Mingyue approached did she realize her seat had still been left vacant.

Across from Feng Baiming sat Lu Ping, with an empty seat beside him, followed by Lu Xi and the other girls.

No longer a child, Luo Mingyue understood now what she hadn’t in her past life, the seating arrangement revealed her grandmother’s intention to pair Feng Baiming with Lu Ping.

And the empty seat beside Lu Ping silently mocked her.

Luo Mingyue was the backup.

If Feng Baiming didn’t take a liking to Lu Ping, then Luo Mingyue, as the second alpha option, would be next in line.

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