The Reborn Scummy A and the Sickly O Got Together - Chapter 20

Outside the window, the summer night in Shangjing was quiet yet humid and hot. The room had air conditioning on, but half of the screen window was left open for ventilation.

In the summer breeze, the young omega girl stood behind the chair at the desk, her body almost leaning against the seated alpha girl beside her.

Luo Mingyue’s mind wandered for a moment. In the girl’s dark pupils, it was as if fragments of light had been scattered and were shimmering.

Suddenly, she lowered her head in frustration, no longer looking at Feng Baiming. On such a tranquil summer night, with two girls discussing souls and poetry, wasn’t this the perfect breeding ground for emotions steeped in sentiment to ferment?

Luo Mingyue could only feign the pragmatic perspective expected of ordinary people: “They had such bright futures ahead of them. To just take their own lives, when you think about it, did they really consider their parents who raised them or the society they lived in?”

Feng Baiming stepped away from the chair, and Luo Mingyue exhaled in relief. The faint scent of pheromones, which she had been vaguely aware of all along, also drifted away.

Luo Mingyue wanted to leave. She wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. If not for her grandmother’s presence at dinner, she would have refused Feng Baiming’s invitation outright.

The best way to avoid developing feelings for someone was to never cross paths with them in the first place.

After all, only with strangers could one remain completely indifferent.

Yet Feng Baiming handed her a book: “I’ve read poetry collections from the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties, but I’m not as familiar with modern poetry. This one was a prize I won in a university competition. After reading it, I thought it was exceptionally well-written.”

Luo Mingyue’s gaze fell on the book’s cover. She recognized it. The author was a native of Huaxia, born in the arid, dust-choked northwest region, a female omega with only a middle school education.

She never bore children in her lifetime. At eighteen, her parents married her off to a poor, rural alpha over twenty years her senior in exchange for two oxen. The man was lame.

With such a beginning, one could easily predict the trajectory of her life, repeating the stagnant existence of generations before her on that barren land. Yet, in her forties, the author chose divorce.

She published her poetry online.

She wrote of wheat ears and cotton, of parched love and the tumultuous world upon the loess plains.

Her words were simple yet vibrantly alive, burning with an intensity that defied her lack of formal education. In her writing erupted a fervor for life that many in this world lacked…

And then she found success. Three bestselling poetry collections and an autobiography followed, earning her nearly ten million in royalties. Publishers and media outlets latched on, molding her into the emblem of an independent, childfree omega.

Yet during a livestream, she said, “I’ve never known love in my life, but I’ve never stopped searching for it.”

“I believe in love, and I love every coming spring and summer with all my heart.”

The cover of the poetry collection Feng Baiming handed her bore this very quote. The title of the collection was taken from one of her most famous works: Kill Her Between Spring and Summer.

Back then, when Feng Baiming had spoken to her about this author and her story, she had only offered a cold assessment:

“Just the day before yesterday, they were crafting her image as an independent omega pioneer, yet two days later, the author said in a live stream that she was still searching for love, believing she could find an alpha who truly loved her soul.”

At that time, Luo Mingyue couldn’t tell whether Miss Feng’s evaluation of this female omega author was praise or criticism.

She simply replied honestly to Feng Baiming, “She’s amazing. If I only had a middle school education no, even if I graduated from university, I couldn’t write such beautiful poetry.”

“Moreover, we should respect everyone’s thoughts. This has nothing to do with her gender. Perhaps birth determines social status, but this author has proven that every soul is born equal.”

“A soul can be as passionate as summer flowers or as pure and crystalline as winter snow. In this barren and dull world, I await a turbulent summer and winter.”

That’s what Luo Mingyue had said in her past life. “She writes so well, doesn’t she? Having such an outstanding poet born in our era is truly a fortunate thing.”

Feng Baiming replied to her, “Perhaps having someone like you, who can appreciate her work, in the same era is also fortunate for the author.”

Reincarnated into a new life, faced with the same poetry collection and the same author’s story, Feng Baiming suddenly asked her, “Have you read this collection? She’s quite a bestselling author these days.”

“I know of this omega author,” Luo Mingyue said after a moment’s thought, lying through her teeth. “She might be talented, but as an omega, she abandoned her husband. Such a personality would hardly be appreciated by alphas.”

“Miss Feng,” Luo Mingyue gathered her courage and looked at Feng Baiming, “as an alpha, I believe omegas should be delicate and adorable, or shy and demure that aligns more with our aesthetic.”

Luo Mingyue hoped to see disappointment in Miss Feng’s eyes, perhaps even the same look she had given Lu Ping, one that unmistakably said:

This Luo Mingyue is no different from other alphas at heart, still harboring that innate alpha arrogance, self-centered and utterly ignorant of what respect truly means.

It would be the kind of look reserved for fools and mediocrities. If Feng Baiming could think of her that way, it would be perfect.

After all, when you think someone is a fool, it’s hard to fall in love with them. Humans simply can’t love those they disdain.

But Luo Mingyue was disappointed. Miss Feng merely looked at her with indifference and asked, “So, you prefer omegas like that?”

“Yes, I believe that’s what an omega should be, utterly adorable.”

Feng Baiming smiled faintly, but it was a genuine smile. “Everyone has their own aesthetic. I hope you find someone whose soul resonates with yours.”

After that, their conversation remained lukewarm. Luo Mingyue realized that, just like in her past life, she couldn’t decipher Feng Baiming’s true feelings.

In fact, if Lu Ping hadn’t been as incessantly talkative as a fly, Feng Baiming might have maintained the same cool, unreadable demeanor with him too.

When Luo Mingyue left, she didn’t take the book as she had before. Instead, she simply said, “I’ve already read it. Thank you for the recommendation.”

Then she left the room, and also left Miss Feng Baiming behind.

She wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed. Judging by tonight, that budding affection had likely faded away in the end.

“Wait a moment, Miss Luo.”

The voice behind her called her name, making Luo Mingyue’s heart skip a beat. She turned around quickly. “Is there anything else, Miss Feng?”

Feng Baiming leaned against the desk, the night breeze from the half-open gauze window lifting the loose strands of her hair.

This made Miss Feng appear gentler than usual as she said:

“You love reading, it’s clear you’ve read many books, and you have your own thoughts and insights. To be honest, I’ve met many people who’ve read just as much, regardless of gender, but when they talk about it, they often carry a tone of showing off.”

“But I once heard a professor who truly loved reading say that books can give people strength. Miss Luo, thank you for taking care of me. I sincerely hope you’ll continue to cherish reading in the future.”

Feng Baiming was twenty-one this year, yet Luo Mingyue noticed a hint of elder-like tone in her words. So at this moment… Feng Baiming was treating her like a child.

Like a junior.

Her words were sincere and earnest, carrying no ambiguity or romantic undertones.

So Luo Mingyue nodded. “Thank you for your advice.”

She didn’t say anything more after that. This time, she turned and left for good.

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