The Reborn Scummy A and the Sickly O Got Together - Chapter 56

Lu Jia was now Zhang Zhuoran’s acknowledged girlfriend, but so what?

That didn’t stop Zhang Zhuoran from dating her while continuing to arrange matches with omegas from equally prestigious families.

When she saw Luo Mingyue’s message, she suppressed her panic, hooked her arm around Zhang Zhuoran’s, and pulled him close, her voice trembling with distress. “Mingyue just told me that Grandmother plans to send me abroad for preparatory studies by the end of the year.”

Zhang Zhuoran snapped out of his thoughts. “Luo Mingyue? You two talk often?”

Lu Jia pouted in frustration. “I’m saying I’ll be studying abroad by the end of the year, we’ll have to do long-distance!”

Zhang Zhuoran replied dismissively, “Studying abroad is great. You won’t have to deal with family restrictions. I fully support you going.”

Lu Jia bit her lower lip. “But what about us? Will we make long-distance work?”

Zhang Zhuoran burst into laughter. “Let’s just enjoy it while it lasts. You’re not seriously thinking this relationship will lead to marriage, are you?”

Any other omega or anyone with even a shred of self-respect, would have slapped Zhang Zhuoran and stormed off in fury.

Lu Jia’s mind buzzed with a deafening scream, her thoughts blanking for a moment as deep humiliation surged through her.

Zhang Zhuoran watched with amusement as the innocent girl before him flushed crimson. He had spent over half a month trying to get her into bed, and his patience had long since worn thin.

He was already waiting for this naive little flower to break up with him.

But in those seconds of crushing humiliation, Lu Jia’s mind raced instead to the shares Zhang Zhuoran’s mother had secured, the annual dividends of 200 million, the casually gifted jewelry worth millions.

And the family trust documents he had carelessly left on the table, assets worth nine figures.

She threw herself into his arms, her face flushed as she rose on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “I think my heat cycle came early.”

Time flew, and soon it was the first weekend of October.

With the holiday in full swing, crowds swarmed everywhere except home. Fortunately, their field research destination wasn’t a tourist hotspot. After landing and boarding the bus, the vast wilderness stretched before them, a welcome relief from the endless sea of people.

But when they arrived at their destination, Luo Mingyue and Feng Baiming headed to the prearranged villager’s home for interviews. The sky had been clear when they set out, but midway through, a downpour began.

By the time they finished, the two stood on the muddy roadside in a light drizzle, both city-bred girls stunned by the wretched state of the dirt path.

Feng Baiming wore a dark green hooded sweatshirt, khaki thin wool shorts, and black fleece leggings, paired with suede tan Martin boots.

Luo Mingyue rarely saw her dressed so casually. With her hood up, her small, delicate face half-hidden, she looked like a high school girl.

Now, however, she frowned at the swamp-like road, then at her suede boots, already imagining the disastrous state they’d be in after one step.

Luo Mingyue was dressed in black athletic wear and matching sneakers, her hair just past her shoulders and tied into a small ponytail. Thankfully, at 175 cm tall with long legs and a slender waist, her sharp, striking features needed only a casual glance to leave an impression.

Feng Baiming made up her mind, clutching the notebook to her chest as she prepared to sacrifice her shoes by stepping into the muddy path. Just then, the tall figure beside her crouched down, offering her an unobstructed view of their back.

Luo Mingyue gestured for her to climb on: “My shoes are leather, just rinse them off when we get back and they’ll be fine. I know you can afford another pair of boots, but wastefulness isn’t exactly a virtue.”

Her reasoning was sound. The listener lowered her eyelids, staring at that back. Despite being an alpha, the silhouette was slender, reminiscent of the Swan Lake performances Feng had seen at the theater.

She recalled Luo Mingyue at the Lu family’s welcome party, wearing a haute couture off-shoulder gown. The memory flickered, those shoulders had carried the same fluid lines as a professional dancer’s.

This was precisely why Feng hesitated. The idea of being carried back by Luo Mingyue for what would likely be a ten-minute journey unsettled her.

Would they have to repeat this at the long-distance bus station later? Even if Luo Mingyue was willing, Feng refused to appear overly delicate.

Luo Mingyue, oblivious to these thoughts, often seemed burdened by unspoken troubles. Yet at times like this, she’d turn with the wounded expression of a naive child, protesting pitifully: “I can carry you! Don’t let my slim frame fool you, I’m actually quite strong.”

The hormonal differences between alphas and omegas meant even average alphas possessed significantly more muscle mass.

And Luo Mingyue was no ordinary alpha disciplined as a monk, she maintained an unshakable routine of predawn runs. That lean physique undoubtedly concealed layers of compact muscle beneath the bones.

Feng protested: “No, it’s not that I doubt your strength. ”

But the other woman cut her off with puppy-dog eyes gazing upward, cheerfully insisting: “Then hop on! The sooner we go, the better our chances of making it back for dinner.”

Defeated, Feng settled onto her back, arms looping around the alpha’s neck as Luo Mingyue’s hands supported her thighs.

Only when Luo Mingyue stood and began walking did Feng realize the intimacy of their position. Between unrelated alpha and omega, the act carried unspoken implications.

Feng had never considered herself prudish, if anything, she prided herself on thick-skinned indifference to others’ opinions. Yet pressed flush against another’s body, she felt heat rising in her cheeks.

There was no denying she was blushing.

Meanwhile, the instigator remained blissfully unaware, chattering away: “Where did your advisor even find this place? Field research for rural literature, who knew? Scheduling during Golden Week proves they’ve never traveled then. Wonder if we’ll make it back in time for—”

The monologue trailed off when met with silence. Luo Mingyue tilted her head sideways to glance at her passenger.

“Miss Feng?”

A hand pressed against her ear, preventing further movement.

“I’m just  perhaps,  a bit tired,” Feng fabricated weakly.

Luo Mingyue obediently responded with a soft “Mm” and fell silent, focusing on carrying Feng Baiming on her back. Her steps slowed, becoming steadier as she tread carefully along the rain-dampened path, her mind filled with quiet thoughts.

Some paths make you want to rush to the end, but others, when walked with someone you like make you wish they could stretch on forever.

On the wild, uneven country road, each step was careful and deliberate, turning a ten-minute journey into twenty minutes of cautious tenderness, weaving an unspoken warmth between them.

Feng Baiming, as if enchanted, slowly rested her head on Luo Mingyue’s narrow shoulders. Yet, even such slight frailty filled her heart with inexplicable joy.

She had often been asked, why didn’t she date? What kind of alpha or beta did she like?

Did she prefer handsome, beautiful, or muscular partners? Or perhaps those delicate, paper-thin idol stars?

Now, nestled against Luo Mingyue’s shoulder in the misty rain, the answer surfaced in her heart. She liked someone tall and slender, with downcast eyes and a bowed head, sometimes like a lost child, sometimes burdened with heavier thoughts than anyone, sometimes reckless enough to barge into her life without warning.

Like stumbling upon a lone waterbird perched at your window on the most ordinary of days.

She was struck with wonder and delight, her heart leaping at the sudden beauty of its presence.

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