The Reborn Scummy A and the Sickly O Got Together - Chapter 50

Zhang Zhuoran’s departure appeared carefree and unburdened, but given that Luo Mingyue still stood with arms crossed, shielding Feng Baiming behind her, the scene couldn’t help but paint him as a defeated underdog.

Though Zhang Zhuoran believed his years studying in America had thoroughly taught him the social graces and confident demeanor of white Americans, he knew full well that this display of nonchalance was nothing more than a desperate facade.

He shouldn’t have let the competitive instinct between alphas distract him from his true target, a petite, adorable, cool yet pure omega girl.

Even among his own circle of spoiled, frivolous overseas students, they would mock him for losing sight of priorities, foolishly handing another alpha the chance to play the hero.

Once the door closed behind him and he confirmed neither of them had followed, the burly male alpha strode around the corridor’s corner and finally gave in to his frustration, slamming a fist against the wall.

Zhang Zhuoran pressed his lips tightly together, his stern face twisted with regret and barely suppressed fury.

It had been a long time since he’d made such a stupid mistake. What had he been thinking today? Playing matchmaker for someone else?

A soft gasp interrupted his thoughts.

The sound was so delicate that the girl’s brief exclamation resembled the adorable chirp of some harmless little creature.

The alpha’s scowl hadn’t yet faded when he turned in surprise to see a slender girl in a floral cotton dress. She hurried toward him, completely unfazed by the imposing alpha’s bewildered expression.

Instead, she reached out with small, pale hands likely no larger than half his palm and innocently cradled his clenched fingers.

The girl looked up, pouting slightly as she whispered, “What are you doing?”

Zhang Zhuoran, still simmering with resentment, tried to pull his hand away. “Mind your own business.”

But the girl only held on more gently, blowing softly over his knuckles with tender concern.

“Pain, pain, fly away,” she murmured.

Zhang Zhuoran arched a brow. What kind of childish nonsense was this?

And yet,  it was undeniably cute.

The girl glanced up again, offering a shy smile that was half-scolding, half-coaxing. “No matter how upset you are, you shouldn’t hurt yourself!”

Against his will, the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

She released his hand and took a few steps back, waving cheerfully. “I saw you bringing flowers for Baiming-jie. You’re welcome to visit our home again sometime!”

With that, she turned and darted off like a nimble little deer through the woods.

By the time he snapped out of his daze and called after her, “Wait, what’s your name?”, the girl, who fit every stereotype he’d ever held about omegas, had already vanished.

He had initially found Feng Baiming unique. Though she wasn’t his usual type, after that dinner and mingling with other omegas befriending Lu Ping in the process, he had seen her again and realized it might be time to broaden his tastes. Sticking to one type would grow dull eventually.

Besides, even if Feng Baiming didn’t align with his preferences, he couldn’t deny that anyone who met her would agree, she was beautiful and extraordinary.

She was the kind of person whose presence and aura made her impossible to overlook in a crowd.

And so, an obsession took root. He wouldn’t rest until he won Feng Baiming over.

But that omega girl just now was Lu Ping’s sister, right? What was her name again?

Zhang Zhuoran stuffed his hands into his pockets and hummed a light American tune under his breath.

He thought to himself that the next time he saw Lu Ping, he’d make sure to ask properly, get her contact info, take her out for a meal, and ask if she’d been frightened by what happened.

Even after the fully matured, physically imposing male alpha had left, Luo Mingyue still couldn’t shake off her wariness.

Her nostrils flared slightly, the room still carried faint traces of another alpha’s pheromones. It was hard to describe exactly what it smelled like, but the overwhelming sense of territorial violation lingered, leaving her deeply unsettled.

In contrast, the other omega woman in the room remained perfectly composed, her expression unreadable from start to finish.

She even stood up, retrieved blueberry juice from the mini fridge, and poured it into a pristine bone china teacup before gesturing for Luo Mingyue to sit down and have a drink.

“There’s no need to be so tense,” the other girl said, looking at her.

Luo Mingyue pulled over a footstool and carelessly dropped her canvas book bag beside her. Tall as she was, she now had to tilt her head up to meet the calm gaze of the omega girl.

Truth be told, she had always been looking up at her, even now.

There was something almost magical about her pale, cool complexion and detached demeanor. Luo Mingyue felt herself calming down almost instantly.

“I think I embarrassed myself again,” she admitted sheepishly, unsure where to put her hands before awkwardly scratching at her medium-length hair.

But she couldn’t help lifting her eyes to sneak a glance at the omega girl’s expression.

From Feng Baiming’s perspective, the tall, slender alpha girl looked pitifully small curled up on the footstool. Those mesmerizing peach-blossom eyes, usually veiled in a misty haze eyes that, with just a glance, could make one’s heart flutter, wondering whether they were naturally affectionate or indifferent now looked entirely different.

The upward glance was practically cheating. Her naturally round, upturned eyes, dark pupils gleaming like a puppy’s, were full of eager-to-please innocence and helplessness.

Luo Mingyue really did resemble a big, fluffy golden retriever or a Samoyed.

Feng Baiming couldn’t help the thought nor could she suppress the amused smile that tugged at her lips.

“What’s so funny?” the golden retriever puppy asked cluelessly.

Feng Baiming handed her the blueberry juice as if offering a treat. “I just realized you’re way cuter than the standard measurement.”

Luo Mingyue tilted her head, completely baffled. “Huh? How,  how am I suddenly cute?”

Feng Baiming watched as she took the bone china cup and sipped at it carefully. Before she realized it, her hand had already reached out, fingers sinking into smooth, silky black hair.

Since the owner of said hair had tied it up haphazardly, it did feel pleasantly soft and fluffy.

But compared to her own thoughts, the person being petted had completely short-circuited.

She froze entirely, only her eyelids straining upward as she widened her eyes in that upward glance again before stammering, “Am I,  cute enough, to warrant petting?”

Feng Baiming paused for two seconds. Rather than coming up with an excuse, she resigned herself and gave two more firm pats.

To her surprise, the previously rigid figure relaxed entirely under her touch.

Luo Mingyue broke into a bright grin, though she still whispered shyly, “Miss Feng is really cute too.”

Upon hearing these words, Feng Baiming thought she wouldn’t be affected. After all, she’d heard similar compliments countless times since childhood, even more exaggerated ones were commonplace.

Her response should have been automatic, like a reflex.

She would politely reply with a simple “thank you.”

But when it came to Luo Mingyue, even reflexes failed her.

Now, she felt a faint trace of annoyance perhaps regret for calling Luo Mingyue cute in the first place. The woman had taken advantage of it, parroting the words back at her.

And she was irritated that her cheeks had suddenly grown warm, knowing without a mirror that she must have blushed instantly.

It shouldn’t have happened. It shouldn’t have mattered.

A simple compliment like this was no different from eating, drinking, or breathing.

She shouldn’t act like some inexperienced girl, delighted by a careless, offhand “cute.”

Yet the other woman continued to be foolish.

Luo Mingyue suddenly stood up, disregarding the usual boundaries between an Alpha and Omega, and pressed a hand to Feng Baiming’s forehead in concern. “Miss Feng, why are you blushing? Should we check your temperature?”

Feng Baiming sighed. For once, she was defenseless, answering sullenly, “My temperature is normal.”

The other woman looked utterly clueless. “Huh?”

Exasperated, Feng Baiming replied, “I should at least have the right to blush, shouldn’t I?”

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