The Reborn Scummy A and the Sickly O Got Together - Chapter 29

Caught between reason and emotion, Feng Baiming chose a middle ground. She straightened her posture and stepped forward to stand before the despondent young girl.

Perhaps tonight, she would have to keep an eye on this little one.

Sensing the shadow before her, the girl looked up in confusion. Feng Baiming extended her hand. “Would you do me the honor of being my companion tonight?”

The sorrow in the girl’s eyes instantly dissipated. She visibly swallowed, staring in disbelief at the outstretched hand.

“Or are you going to reject me?” Feng Baiming sighed again, feigning disappointment. “You should know, this is the first time I’ve ever invited someone outside my family.”

“I…” Luo Mingyue seemed torn, her expression twisting between refusal and reluctance.

The more Feng Baiming watched, the more amused she became. It was like watching a child torn between candy on the left and cookies on the right every ounce of her inner conflict was written plainly on her face. This girl couldn’t hide her emotions to save her life.

So perhaps she had overthought things. Even if Luo Mingyue didn’t like Lu Jia, she wouldn’t stoop to kicking someone when they were down.

“If you reject me, I’ll honestly feel quite embarrassed,” Feng Baiming lied shamelessly. “I’m not the type to brush things off easily.”

In truth, a rejection wouldn’t have mattered. Just seeing Luo Mingyue’s conflicted expression was entertainment enough.

Beneath her straight nose, Feng Baiming’s lips, glossed in a soft peach hue, pursed slightly in feigned hesitation. Her brows furrowed, and the soft, youthful roundness of her cheeks bunched up like little dumplings.

Feng Baiming withdrew her hand. “Never mind. If you’re so unwilling, I’ll just find someone else.”

“Who would you ask?”

The girl behind her immediately reached out, catching her halfway-retreated hand.

Without pausing to reconsider her actions, Luo Mingyue blurted anxiously, “Lu Ping isn’t suitable. Just his ex-girlfriends alone tonight could fill a mahjong table. He’d be a terrible choice, you’d become the center of gossip at the party.”

“And the other alphas… they’re all…”

She didn’t know how to phrase it. Who knew what kind of people those alphas were? But in her eyes, they were nothing more than arrogant, self-important fools who wouldn’t genuinely respect an omega.

In any case, no one in this world was truly worthy of Miss Feng.

“But everyone else has a companion,” Feng Baiming said with a faint smile. “I’ll look terribly lonely otherwise, won’t I? I’d still end up as the subject of pity and gossip.”

She added lightly, “But it’s fine. I’m used to it. I’ve always been alone.”

With that, she gently pulled her hand free and turned away, lips curving as she took a third step. The rustle of her gown sounded behind her before the girl mustered her courage and spoke up.

“Miss Feng, have I ever told you…”

“Told me what?”

Luo Mingyue watched as the girl in white chiffon, her skirt embroidered with golden irises, turned gracefully. The flaring hem resembled a blooming bouquet, vibrant and breathtaking.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders and chest, a diamond-and-pearl hairpin holding back one side to reveal the delicate curve of her ear. Her plum-red lips held a hint of a smile, and her tranquil, autumn-water eyes gazed softly at her.

Gazing at her, Luo Mingyue felt a tranquil lake within her heart suddenly disturbed by a flock of egrets taking flight, their wings stirring ripples that lingered endlessly across the sky.

The young girl clumsily tried to conceal the ripples in her heart. Without any flowery words, she simply whispered sincerely, “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

Feng Baiming smiled. “Miss Luo, you look just as stunning tonight.”

“So… how could I let you be the one to invite me?” Luo Mingyue swallowed hard, her nerves evident, yet she still extended her hand with utmost reverence. “I’m truly honored to be your companion tonight.”

Because it wasn’t just the moonlit radiance of her beauty that captivated her, it was also the noble, indomitable soul beneath that flawless exterior.

Stepping out of the room, the clamor of voices became audible, with guests shamelessly wandering the halls of the second and third floors.

Now it made sense why her grandmother disliked hosting parties at home. Too many guests lacked basic courtesy, treating others’ homes like self-service hotels or vacation resorts.

If rooms weren’t locked, people would casually enter bedrooms to sleep or even take things.

Sometimes, people romanticize the wealthy, assuming their affluence and comfortable lives must equate to higher moral standards.

In reality, the rich are no more virtuous than ordinary people, they still exhibit petty greed, spit wherever they please, or smoke without regard for others.

Exiting the second-floor guest room, they were immediately met with thick, acrid smoke. Two men, likely betas, leaned against the wall outside Luo Mingyue’s room, puffing away.

The pair gave the two women a once-over and whistled. Luo Mingyue shut the door firmly and wrapped an arm around Feng Baiming’s shoulders, shielding her from their gaze.

As they made their way downstairs, curious glances followed them clearly, everyone recognized who they were.

Whispers reached their ears:

“Isn’t that the Lu family’s alpha? Why is she with the eldest daughter of the Feng family?”

“Feng Baiming is usually so aloof. This is the first time I’ve seen her so close to an alpha.”

“Pretty faces really do have an advantage. If my family had such a gorgeous alpha sister, even the untouchable ice queen would be easily charmed.”

A cold disdain flickered in Luo Mingyue’s eyes. This was the wealthy elite, perhaps because their ancestors had built empires, these descendants reveled in luxury while their minds rotted into hollow, decorative vases.

They’d greet you with saccharine endearments, making you feel welcomed by their bold, carefree charm, even envying their effortless social grace.

But behind the scenes? Their favorite pastime was one-upmanship, whose clothes and jewelry were more extravagant, whose companions were more attractive or influential.

They took no pride in flaunting knowledge or depth after all, few of them possessed either. They adored feigned warmth while secretly wishing misfortune upon those they called “sister” or “brother.”

Their greatest joy was trampling others beneath their feet.

The first floor was adorned with folding screens, delicate ink paintings, and numerous blue-and-white porcelain vases. A professional florist had arranged half-blooming lotus flowers in them, completing the refined yet subtly open ambiance.

The lighting had been carefully adjusted, with several different colored lights creating a hazy interplay of shadows. A small dry ice pond had been set up in the hall, the drifting white mist lending an ethereal, fairyland-like atmosphere.

Most women wore qipaos. Luo Mingyue extended her arm, and Feng Baiming linked hers through it. The two walked forward calmly under the gaze of the crowd, some openly staring, others stealing glances.

A few elders were also present at the banquet, conversing with the female alpha in charge of the Lu family.

When the two young women one in a black dress, the other in a white qipao approached, the Lu family matriarch was the first to smile warmly.

“Look who’s here. If I didn’t know better, I’d think we were seeing celestial maidens descending from the heavens,” remarked the middle-aged woman holding a string of Buddhist prayer beads.

Another woman laughed heartily. “These two are truly a sight to behold. Just standing together, they’re a delight to look at.”

Faced with the elite of high society, Luo Mingyue felt an unexpected calm. She had no intention of standing out and greeted them with measured composure, positioning herself as merely Feng Baiming’s companion.

Yet she still received praise: “What a fine young lady neither servile nor overbearing, knowing just how to carry herself. Xuefeng, you’ve raised your granddaughter well.”

Lu Xuefeng, the Lu family matriarch, demurred, “Oh, this child is quite mischievous in private. It’s only through strict discipline that she’s presentable at all. Not like your lively youngsters, youth should be spirited and outgoing.”

Feng Baiming interjected, “Most young people are impulsive and lack restraint. Someone like Miss Luo, who can focus on her studies and remain steady in character, is truly admirable.”

The old lady stiffened slightly, casting an indifferent glance at Feng Baiming, as if she had been subtly rebuffed.

With a meaningful smile, she replied, “Look at these two. They’ve only known each other for a little over half a month, yet they’re already so close.”

Others chimed in, “Relationships depend on fate. Some click instantly, while others remain strangers even after decades.”

Feng Baiming added, “In our generation, Miss Luo is already exceptional.”

Thinking Feng Baiming was defending her, Luo Mingyue discreetly tugged at her skirt.

Feng Baiming turned to look at her, but their little exchange didn’t escape the elders’ sharp eyes. They immediately began teasing the pair with playful curiosity.

Growing flustered, Luo Mingyue blurted out, “I’m not worthy of Miss Feng.”

Fortunately, the elders took it as mere shyness, only Feng Baiming stared at her in surprise.

The banquet was filled with the tranquil strains of a guzheng, the overall atmosphere quiet and refined until a sudden commotion erupted.

A group of young people, no older than twenty, burst in. Among them was an eye-catching bouquet of fiery red roses, its vibrant hue impossible to ignore.

Qin Yan, clutching the already wilting bouquet, climbed onto the central table. Holding the roses aloft, he glared down at the others chasing after him.

The crowd gaped in astonishment, unsure what he intended.

But his pose, reminiscent of the Statue of Liberty brandishing a torch, successfully drew every eye in the room.

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