The Reborn Scummy A and the Sickly O Got Together - Chapter 45

Feng Baiming had heard most of it, nearly everything from start to finish. Only when Lu Jia occasionally lowered her voice did the words become indistinct, but the few unfavorable terms she caught were enough to confirm that nothing kind was being said.

For a brief moment, she thought: No wonder Luo Mingyue is retaliating against Lu Jia like this, kicking her while she’s down.

Lu Jia was truly a girl who made it difficult to give any positive evaluation.

Feng Baiming could almost guess that Luo Mingyue had likely been “used” and “deceived” by her more than once. That was why this alpha girl, who was usually terrible at hiding her emotions, had learned to be two-faced out of hatred.

Unbeknownst to herself, Feng Baiming’s bias was already glaringly obvious.

She had already unilaterally decided that Luo Mingyue was a poor, naive soul who had been driven to darkness after being deceived. If Luo Mingyue had any flaws, they were all justified.

If one day Luo Mingyue held a knife to Lu Jia’s throat, Feng Baiming would probably ask: “Lu Jia, what did you do to make her treat you like this?”

But now, watching Luo Mingyue stammer nervously as if disaster had struck, Feng Baiming felt a surge of amusement. Despite her exhaustion and eagerness to collapse into bed, she leisurely paced in front of Luo Mingyue instead.

“So what if I heard everything?” she asked with a smile. “Why are you so nervous? Did you say a lot of bad things about me?”

Luo Mingyue looked like she wanted to faint on the spot, her words stumbling even more. “I was just humoring Lu Jia!”

Gaining a bit of confidence, she quickly steered the topic back to Lu Jia. “Miss Feng, you heard it too. Lu Jia doesn’t have an ounce of remorse. She still thinks everything is Qin Yan’s fault, she’s never once reflected on herself.”

Feng Baiming nodded. “I can understand why you dislike Lu Jia.”

The girl’s face instantly brightened with joy, her large eyes sparkling as she gazed at Feng Baiming.

It was as if the overcast sky had suddenly cleared, sunlight pouring through the clouds, instantly dispelling days of gloom.

And just like that, Feng Baiming realized, Luo Mingyue’s mood could shift entirely based on a single sentence from her.

It suddenly struck her: Regardless of how much weight Luo Mingyue held in her own heart, she now understood that in Luo Mingyue’s eyes, Feng Baiming carried an immense significance.

And this significance must have existed from their very first meeting.

So while she thought she had glimpsed Lu Jia’s true nature and understood why Luo Mingyue despised her enough to fan the flames of revenge, a new question arose,

Why did Feng Baiming hold such heavy weight in Luo Mingyue’s heart?

Was it simply because Luo Mingyue liked her?

That was even more baffling. How could someone develop such deep affection at first sight? To feel this strongly after barely two months of knowing each other, Feng Baiming found it eerie and inexplicable.

Watching Feng Baiming’s complicated expression, Luo Mingyue’s briefly eased tension returned. The girl before her was slender, petite, with pale skin that rarely saw sunlight. In build, she seemed similar to Lu Jia both had delicate frames, small and slight.

Their temperaments and tastes were worlds apart, even just their silhouettes would never be mistaken. Feng Baiming wore similarly light summer pajamas, but hers were high-quality, pale cotton loungewear. Though her features appeared cool and detached, the soft cotton homewear softened her usual aloofness, lending her a gentler air.

Luo Mingyue suddenly remembered that her conversation with Lu Jia would give Miss Feng plenty to think about. Not only would she realize Lu Jia’s selfishness, but she might also misunderstand Luo Mingyue herself because of her responses.

“I’m not, I didn’t try to please you just because of my grandmother or mother,” she immediately defended herself.

At the same time, Feng Baiming carefully weighed her words: “You always seem so nervous around me, and it puzzles me.”

Their mismatched statements collided, leaving both staring at each other in surprise, though Luo Mingyue was definitely the one filled with regret.

She might have wanted to smack her own head. She hadn’t expected to steer the conversation back herself, nor had she anticipated that Feng Baiming wouldn’t mind the diplomatic words she’d used with Lu Jia.

Feng Baiming blinked. The person before her trembled with tension, lips pressed tightly together, looking at her with an expression of shame like a child awaiting judgment.

So she said, “You haven’t been trying to please me. It seems your mother and grandmother are eager to arrange something between us, and that’s why you’ve been resisting, that’s why you kept avoiding me, isn’t it?”

She thought she’d found the perfect explanation, even musing to herself: So it’s a mix of attraction and resistance. No wonder Luo Mingyue has been so conflicted.

Luo Mingyue was stunned that Miss Feng had completed the logical chain on her own. Admittedly, this answer was far more believable than “I’m a reincarnated person.”

An eighteen-year-old alpha was still in adolescence, no one would appreciate elders meddling in such matters. Was there a better explanation for why she’d avoided Feng Baiming before? No, this was the perfect answer.

Yet she couldn’t help murmuring softly, “I’m sorry.”

Feng Baiming replied calmly, “You don’t owe me an apology. It’s nothing.”

Luo Mingyue lowered her gaze again, her voice even quieter, her sorrow more palpable. She repeated, “Miss Feng, I’m sorry.”

For a moment, Feng Baiming suspected this apology wasn’t about the words exchanged with Lu Jia, nor about the previous avoidance. There was something else, something about her that Luo Mingyue knew, something that made her look at Feng Baiming with such sorrow.

Something that made her so cautious and humble in her presence.

And Feng Baiming was smart enough to realize she wouldn’t get the answer from Luo Mingyue, no matter how curious she was.

She made a gentle attempt: “Why are you apologizing? What’s the reason?”

The answer she received felt like only a fragment of the truth. Luo Mingyue said, “For many things. But I won’t lie to you.I won’t deceive you, and I won’t hurt you. If you ever need anything from me, anything at all, I’m willing.”

“Unwilling to lie, yet unwilling to tell me the truth.” She could only chuckle softly, refusing to press the young alpha further.

Luo Mingyue’s sadness was too obvious. If she pushed any harder, she feared those eyes might well up with tears.

Just the thought of it made her heart ache.

She wished the person before her could always wear a warm, radiant smile. Perhaps Luo Mingyue looked beautiful even when crying, but she didn’t want to see her tears.

Perhaps sorrow is a kind of tempering in this world, but she didn’t want her to feel sad either.

Feng Baiming relented. Holding back her doubts, she bid farewell to Luo Mingyue, saying, “You should rest early too.”

Before leaving, she turned back once more. Finding the other woman still gazing at her, she added, “I forgot to say goodnight.”

Perhaps aware her tone and expression were too cold, she tried to soften her voice. But years of habitual reserve made it difficult for her expression and voice to match her intentions.

Feng Baiming said in that characteristically icy yet gentle manner: “Goodnight, Miss Luo.”

Watching her retreating figure, Luo Mingyue’s despondent expression lifted slightly. Responding to this cold yet tender gesture, she softly replied, “Goodnight, Miss Feng.”

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