The Scumbag Omega Chases After Platonic Love - Chapter 13

The long night faded into a new dawn, the balcony curtains swaying gently in the breeze. She woke up, lingering between reality and dream. In her dream, a warm body had been beside her, teasing each other for warmth. They had talked and laughed, then played Dou Dizhu all night…

Why Dou Dizhu of all games? Couldn’t we have played something more interesting?

Nai Bing got up and poured herself half a glass of water. She had agreed to work a full day at the restaurant, and Yingying had mentioned she would come over tonight to pay the property fees.

She’s coming over, Yingying had texted, and she specifically said she won’t go back if it’s too late, so I should mentally prepare myself (emoticon).

Looking at the message, Nai Bing couldn’t help but think, She’s so cute! With that kind of charm, why not try a different style? She packed her work uniform and took the subway to the restaurant. After changing, she began cleaning, wiping the ground floor dry before nine o’clock, arranging cups, saucers, and teapots, and setting up the tables and chairs.

The restaurant typically operated from morning until midnight. The ground floor served tea and snacks with live music, while the second floor housed a lounge with chess and card rooms. Nai Bing was working the day shift these past few days.

During peak hours, every seat was occupied, and the staff rushed around, barely pausing for breath. Suddenly, she collided with a colleague. Crash! The tray of dishes in her hands shattered on the floor.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Nai Bing quickly helped the young woman up.

She shook her head. “I’m fine.”

“Someone from the first floor, go to the second floor!” the supervisor called out, noticing the shortage of staff. He frowned at the broken dishes on the floor, then pointed at the girl. “Be more careful when you’re walking. Stay focused. We’ll let it slide this time.”

The clumsy girl had made mistakes before; she clearly wasn’t suited for this kind of work. Amidst the chaos, Nai Bing helped her clean up the shards and took her to the back to check for injuries. The girl had several small cuts on her skin.

“Why don’t you switch with me and organize the kitchen? Just be careful not to touch the dirty water. I’ll handle the orders up front,” Nai Bing said, patting her shoulder.

“Thank you, Miss,” the young part-timer replied. A freshman in college, she was working to earn some pocket money.

“There’s alcohol for disinfecting at the front desk. Remember to ask them for some,” Nai Bing reminded her.

Table 8: One “Silver Moon’s Promise.” 

Table 10: Two “Peninsula of Fleeting Life” cocktails…

Just then, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance—radiant and poised, dressed in formal attire. Yingying stood out immediately. Was she working overtime on the weekend?

“Meow!” Before Nai Bing could find the right words to describe her, Yi Zhanying suddenly let out a cat-like sound.

“What’s wrong?” Nai Bing asked, approaching with a tray in hand.

The woman held her hands above Nai Bing’s head, gesturing. “I feel like you’ve suddenly grown cat ears.”

Yi Zhanying sat down and ordered a Blue Mist New Tea. To her surprise, Nai Bing brought it over almost immediately, her speed astonishing. As the saying goes, a lover working diligently is the most captivating sight, especially when Xiao Bing was wearing a qipao.

Yi Zhanying couldn’t hide her admiration, sighing inwardly, What world did this angel come from? She stirs my heart so deeply. Why can’t she be mine?

“I asked my colleague to prepare your tea first,” Nai Bing said, setting down the cup. “Is there something on my face?”

Yi Zhanying shook her head, her eyes filled with adoration. “I just want to look at you longer, to memorize every detail.”

Her words were always so direct, causing Nai Bing to involuntarily turn away.

The small room’s door closed. Yi Zhanying leaned closer to the tea and sniffed, detecting something amiss. Why does it smell so strongly of alcohol?

When Nai Bing returned to tidy up the private room, she found her guest collapsed at the table, documents neatly spread out before her.

“Are you feeling unwell?” The enclosed tea room had tatami-style seating. Nai Bing hurriedly slipped off her shoes and climbed up to support Yi Zhanying, noticing she was clutching her abdomen tightly, her brow furrowed in pain. Yi Zhanying pointed weakly at the tea.

Only then did Nai Bing detect the overwhelming smell of alcohol. She picked up the remaining half-cup and sniffed. What the—?! This isn’t tea! It’s pure alcohol?!

Nai Bing remembered: she had asked the young girl at the counter to make this drink. When she requested alcohol for sanitizing, they must have mistakenly sent her the wrong bottle.

The hospital’s fluorescent lights glared into her eyes, and the air reeked of disinfectant. She had rushed to see a doctor for emergency treatment, not even having time to ask her manager for leave beforehand—she simply skipped work.

What could be more important than her health? Nai Bing sat by the hospital bed, watching over Yingying. That afternoon, the doctor had explained that ingesting pure alcohol could cause internal organ damage, with severe cases potentially leading to esophageal corrosion or gastric perforation. Overwhelmed with guilt, Nai Bing wanted to punch the wall. If she had been more careful, none of this would have happened.

“Did I faint?” Yi Zhanying woke up, clutching her forehead, unable to recall the details of what had happened.

“I’m so sorry,” Nai Bing stammered. “The drink I gave you… it was pure alcohol.”

“Ah, that explains why it tasted so strong! I thought it was your shop’s special blend and was even thinking of ordering another.” She actually managed a smile.

“Why didn’t you say something when you noticed it was off? And you wanted another?!”

“I thought it was a little surprise…”

After a few hours of rest at the hospital, Yingying’s condition improved significantly. Nai Bing hailed a taxi to take her home, instructing her to lie down while she went to the kitchen to prepare some congee. If Yingying got hungry later, she could have a midnight snack.

She soaked lotus seeds, sprinkled goji berries, and placed the clay pot on the gas stove to simmer. She recalled Yi Zhanying’s words from their last conversation: “A room for two, filled with the mundane details of daily life. It feels just like married life.”

“Are you asleep?” Nai Bing peeked into the master bedroom. A faint fragrance lingered in the dimly lit room.

As she turned to leave, her hand was unexpectedly caught. In that instant, Nai Bing felt a surge of unease, but even more so, a flutter of excitement. In this intimate setting, every small, affectionate gesture seemed magnified.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, turning back.

“Come up here and sleep with me for a while.”

Of course, she thought. My unease was coming from this.

She lifted a corner of the blanket and carefully squeezed in beside Yi Zhanying, lying down. In the dim light, they couldn’t see each other’s faces clearly, only hear the soft rhythm of their breathing.

“Does your stomach still hurt?”

“It feels like it’s burning.” Under the blanket, Yi Zhanying took Nai Bing’s hand and pressed it against her abdomen. “It’s like tiny knives are scraping inside…”

“Sigh.” Nai Bing sighed inwardly, thinking, Sister, you’re so naive. Can’t you smell the pure alcohol? You’re so clueless.

A pair of arms wrapped around her waist, holding her still. The soft warmth of Yi Zhanying’s body pressed close beside her, her captivating, delicate scent enveloping Nai Bing like a melting embrace. How to describe this feeling? It was strangely unsettling, yet impossible to suppress the flutter of excitement—like a young deer trembling after its first taste of fragrant nectar.

Yi Zhanying never expected her to let herself be held without resistance. Curious, she asked, “What does it feel like to be held by me?”

“It’s… strange, but…”

“But what?”

“It feels like I might… like it.”

Like it? Yi Zhanying was overjoyed. If she didn’t mind being held, maybe they could do more.

She tightened her embrace.

In the quiet, tender warmth, the long night stretched on. Nai Bing realized that in all her twenty years, no one had ever held her like this, not even her parents.

Her hands, soft as a pet’s paws, rested gently on Nai Bing’s body, feeling warm and comforting. Her forehead pressed against Nai Bing’s neck, she occasionally nuzzled like a small animal, even yawning once. So adorable!

“Yingying,” Nai Bing murmured, “I really want to do something right now.”

“What? Sleep with me?” Yi Zhanying asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

But that wasn’t it. Nai Bing pulled her hand from under the covers and pinched Yi Zhanying’s cheek. “I just wanted to do this. Give it a little pinch.”

Seriously? I’m done. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?

In high spirits, Nai Bing coaxed Yi Zhanying to release her, then pushed her toward the bathroom. “I’ve drawn a hot bath for you. Call me if you need anything.”

Yi Zhanying stripped off her clothes and sank into the water, leaning against the tub’s edge. Bored, she splashed the water, replaying the earlier moments of joy in her mind. Too bad happiness always fades so quickly.

Nai Bing lay in the familiar guest room, clutching the blanket tightly. She had no idea how much Yi Zhanying was suffering in the next room, a nameless warmth burning in her abdomen, neither rising nor falling, leaving her tossing and turning sleepless all night.

*******

The long night faded, and the dawn painted the horizon with a pearly white glow.

Two bowls of nourishing congee, prepared the previous day, sat on the table. The women exchanged morning greetings, treating each other with formal courtesy.

“Yingying, didn’t you sleep well?” Nai Bing asked, noticing her friend’s dark circles.

“I couldn’t sleep at all… I just couldn’t fall asleep,” Yi Zhanying replied, rubbing her temples. Though it wasn’t her heat cycle, an unbearable itch plagued her, causing immense discomfort.

Left with no other choice, she rummaged through her bag for a box of suppressants. She tore open the packaging, aimed the syringe at a vein in her arm, and injected the liquid.

Nai Bing watched the entire process, spoon in hand. It was the first time she had witnessed an omega administer suppressants. The needle pierced the vein with a sharp stab, looking incredibly painful.

Do they have to endure this all the time? How troublesome and pitiful.

Yi Zhanying returned to her breakfast, already feeling much better after the injection.

“So, you couldn’t sleep because of this?” Nai Bing asked softly.

“Yes…” Yi Zhanying admitted apologetically. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

After breakfast, she packed her things and bid farewell to Xiao Bing, her face etched with exhaustion. “I’m going home to catch up on sleep. Take care of yourself this weekend, sweetie. Call me if you need anything.”

After speaking, she turned and left, her retreating figure radiating a desolate melancholy. Nai Bing wanted to offer to walk her home, but the words caught in her throat, refusing to surface.

Back in her room, Nai Bing pondered Yi Zhanying’s helpless expression. Though she couldn’t fully grasp the other woman’s feelings, her heart ached with sympathy, and she desperately wanted to help. What could she do? Was she doomed to stand by and watch?

Nai Bing pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found Qianxi’s number. She dialed and asked, “Hey, Qianxi, do you have time to talk?”

Static crackled through the line. “I’m in the makeup room, but I’m free. What’s up?”

“It’s just… what does it feel like for you omegas during that time? Is it really painful? Can’t you manage without suppressants?”

Her friend paused before replying, “Are you asking about Miss Yi?”

“Exactly. You two are the only omegas I’m close to.”

“That’s a tricky situation… It’s a long story. We should really talk in person.”

They agreed to meet at the milk tea shop near their usual spot. Nai Bing arrived half an hour early. Li Qianxi, wearing sunglasses, stood out in the crowd, an undeniable focal point.

After settling in, Qianxi studied Nai Bing with a curious gaze. “I get the feeling you’ve already fallen for her. What happened? You’re asking me about this specifically? Spill the beans.”

“I always thought it was natural for omegas to use suppressants because that’s what the biology textbooks taught us. But now it suddenly feels so unfair,” Nai Bing said, her hands clasped together and her expression serious.

Li Qianxi watched her affectionate demeanor, clearly driven by genuine concern for Yi Zhanying. Though a pang of disappointment struck her, she said, “If you don’t want her to use suppressants, why don’t you help her manage it yourself?”

“Me?!” Nai Bing pointed at her own nose, having never considered such a thing.

“Yes, you. Don’t you like her?” Li Qianxi pressed.

Nai Bing hesitated. Even now, Yi Zhanying remained a cherished friend in her heart, someone she could confide in like a soulmate.

“Omegas are just built that way. There’s no changing it. I inject suppressants about once a month, but some people with stronger heats need higher doses. But let me give you some advice,” Li Qianxi’s tone shifted. “If you don’t want a romantic relationship with her, you shouldn’t live together. As an Alpha, your presence will have a significant impact on her.”

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