The Stunning Omega CEO Always Wants Me to Mark Her - Chapter 2

It wasn’t long before Wen Xiangzhu came running over, a little out of breath as she pulled open the car door.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Lin Sui lifted her eyelids to glance at her, shifted slightly to the side, but said nothing.

The younger girl bit her lip and slipped into the seat.

From the rearview mirror, the driver greeted her warmly:

“Second Miss, what brings you to the office today?”

“Mhm.” Wen Xiangzhu nodded lightly, stealing a peek at Lin Sui, who was absorbed in her phone. “The formaldehyde in the new dorm building has pretty much dissipated. The teachers handed out housing application forms for those who want to live on campus, so I’m just delivering everyone’s forms.”

“I see.” The driver chuckled, starting the engine. “So, Second Miss, are you planning to live on campus too?”

“Yes.”

The word had barely fallen when Lin Sui’s scrolling finger froze mid-screen. She turned her head and stared at Wen Xiangzhu.

“You’re moving into the dorms?”

The latter smiled softly, her eyes curving like crescents. Her gaze was clear and untainted, free of any impurity.

“Yes.”

Leaving a perfectly good villa just to live in a dorm?

Lin Sui couldn’t make sense of her.

All her life, her mother had never let her lack for anything material.

But apart from material comfort, there had been nothing else. The Lin family had grown into a Fortune 500 company, run single-handedly by Lin Wei, who was always on the go and never once mentioned her former partner.

And recently, Lin Wei had started dating—her new partner being none other than Wen Xiangzhu’s father, Wen Wenfu.

Wen Wenfu lived up to his name, with a gentle, bookish air. But compared to the Lin family’s status and wealth, his background was worlds apart.

To Lin Sui, he was nothing more than an old man using honeyed words to swindle her mother for money.

With a soft beep, her phone screen dimmed.

Snapping back to herself, Lin Sui shot Wen Xiangzhu a look.

“Why?”

Wen Xiangzhu blinked in surprise.

“I just… feel like living on campus.”

She paused, then asked softly, “Will you be living in the dorms too, Sister?”

“…”

Lin Sui thought she was asking just for the sake of asking.

The car rolled smoothly into the private garage of the villa and came to a stop.

Lin Sui got out without acknowledging her, heading straight for the elevator.

Behind her, the sound of hurried but familiar footsteps echoed through the garage.

A little shadow, following close on her heels…

Even after they entered the villa by elevator, not a word was exchanged.

“You’re back, Suisui, Wenwen? Come have some grapes.”

The voice of Wen Wenfu drifted from the living room.

Lin Sui glanced that way, her chest tightening with unexplainable resistance. She said nothing and turned to head upstairs.

“Sister?” Wen Xiangzhu called softly. She had intended to follow her upstairs but, after hesitating, turned instead to greet the elder.

Lin Sui’s steps faltered for a moment. With a cold snort in her heart, she went back to her room.

At this hour, Lin Wei was usually still at the company. Naturally, there was no need for Lin Sui to pretend to be friendly with someone she disliked.

She sat on her bed, feeling irritable, idly fiddling with her phone when a knock came at the door.

“Sister, may I come in?”

Lin Sui’s knuckles whitened slightly around her phone.

“What is it?”

“I brought fruit.”

The door wasn’t fully closed, and Wen Xiangzhu stood at the threshold, gazing in without stepping inside.

“I don’t like grapes,” Lin Sui said flatly without looking up. “Take them away.”

“These aren’t grapes.”

Her eyes widened, as though anxious to clarify. “They’re apples—already cut up.”

That gave Lin Sui pause. She finally turned her head. Wen Xiangzhu stood timidly at the door with a plate in her hands. After a moment’s hesitation, Lin Sui exhaled and relented.

“Come in.”

At her words, Wen Xiangzhu’s eyes lit up. She quickly walked over to the desk and placed the fruit plate down.

“You prepared this?” Lin Sui set her phone aside and asked.

Wen Xiangzhu nodded gently.

“Yes.”

Lin Sui lowered her gaze, studying the neatly cut apple slices, each piece presented with care.

Wen Xiangzhu seemed to approach everything with the same quiet precision—orderly, meticulous, leaving no fault to be found. She carried with her a natural sense of distance, like something delicate and untouchable.

Suddenly, the phone on the desk rang. Wen Xiangzhu’s sharp eyes caught sight of the name flashing on the screen.

Jiang Wanwan.

“Hello?”

“Sure.”

“Alright, see you then.”

Wen Xiangzhu stood quietly, watching Lin Sui until she hung up. Then she finally asked,

“Sister, you know Jiang Wanwan?”

“Mm. We had a childhood engagement.” Lin Sui paused briefly. “Do you know her?”

“An engagement… so, a marriage arrangement…”

Wen Xiangzhu lowered her head, murmuring as though dazed.

Lin Sui frowned slightly.

“What are you spacing out for? You could call it a business alliance, I suppose. Back when our company was struggling, the Jiangs supported us. Now that the Lin family is thriving, we can’t forget that debt.”

“Then… Sister, do you think arranged marriages are good?” Wen Xiangzhu’s rosy lips pressed together, glimmering with a faint sheen.

“There’s nothing wrong with it. The two families already have business dealings. In the end… who you marry hardly matters.”

Lin Sui’s tone was one of complete indifference.

“But…” Wen Xiangzhu’s small face scrunched up, her voice tinged with worry. “You don’t actually like her, yet you’ll marry her? What if one day you fall in love with someone else?”

“I… probably won’t fall in love with anyone.” Lin Sui thought for a moment, then said.

“Why not?” Wen Xiangzhu pressed.

Lin Sui shot her a suspicious glance.

“Why are you asking so many questions? You still haven’t answered me—do you know Jiang Wanwan?”

“Yes.”

Lowering her eyes, Wen Xiangzhu replied, “Before I transferred schools, we were in the same class.”

“Then, during the holiday, I’m having dinner with her. Do you want to come along?”

The words slipped out before Lin Sui could stop herself.

Why did I even say that?

Wen Xiangzhu’s eyes brightened immediately.

“Sure.”

Lin Sui: “…”

“Forget it. It’d be weird if you came with me.” She averted her gaze.

At that, Wen Xiangzhu fell silent for a moment, then answered with a quiet, disappointed “Oh.”

“Where are you two meeting?”

“Depends.”

Lin Sui replied casually, slender fingers unconsciously twisting a lock of hair. She noticed Wen Xiangzhu still lingering there and, after a beat of hesitation, added,

“Why don’t you… sit down?”

“Thank you, jie.”

Wen Xiangzhu smiled and pulled a stool over to sit beside her.

Lin Sui quickly averted her gaze, feeling uncomfortably self-conscious.

Her features carried a natural sharpness—arched brows, slightly upturned eyes, and a cold air that was only intensified by her prickly temperament. She looked like someone difficult to approach, the kind of person who naturally pushed others away.

But Wen Xiangzhu was different. The girl didn’t seem to fear her at all…

Just as that thought crossed her mind, Wen Xiangzhu speared a piece of apple with a toothpick and held it up to Lin Sui’s lips.

“Jie, have a taste.”

Lin Sui instinctively leaned back, reaching out to take it. “I can feed myself.”

“Oh…” Wen Xiangzhu murmured softly.

The toothpick was tiny, and their fingertips brushed as they tried to pass it between them.

Wen Xiangzhu’s lashes fluttered, and she pulled her hand back a little stiffly.

Lin Sui bit into the apple. The juice clung to her lips, glistening faintly.

The sharp sourness made her brows knit, and when she glanced up, she found the girl staring fixedly at her mouth.

Lin Sui: “…”

…Did this brat deliberately pick out the sourest slice just to mess with me?

The next moment, Wen Xiangzhu’s gaze darted away like she’d been scalded, a flush spreading quickly over her pale cheeks as she ducked her head.

Lin Sui blinked. “…?”

What’s with that guilty look?

Suppressing a laugh, she picked up another piece of apple with a toothpick and offered it back. “Here, your turn.”

Wen Xiangzhu looked at her in surprise, almost flustered, before leaning in to take a bite directly from her hand.

Lin Sui froze, suddenly aware something about this situation was… off.

It felt like a million ants were crawling under her skin, prickly and ticklish in a way she couldn’t ignore.

She cleared her throat and turned her head aside. “I meant for you to take it yourself.”

At that, Wen Xiangzhu blinked, then obediently accepted the apple into her own hand.

The tips of her ears turned red. “This apple’s too sour. I’ll cut another one.”

Lin Sui arched a brow and quickly stopped her. “That’d be wasteful. Just finish this plate first.”

“…Okay.” Wen Xiangzhu lowered her gaze, lips pursing lightly.

She sat down again and dutifully ate piece after piece. Before long her eyes were watering from the sourness, her gaze reddened as if she might cry.

Lin Sui watched in silence. Seeing her look so pitiful, she let out a quiet sigh. “Forget it. It’s not like we’re short on money.”

Any more of this and she’d feel like some wicked stepmother tormenting Cinderella in a fairy tale…

Wen Xiangzhu hesitated, then, noticing Lin Sui didn’t seem angry, quietly exhaled in relief.

“Jie, I didn’t mean to.”

“Mhm.” Lin Sui gave a soft reply, glancing at her. Wen Xiangzhu’s nose was pink, her eyes glistening as if she might burst into tears. Lin Sui quickly added, “I’m not blaming you.”

As soon as she said it, she frowned.

She realized she’d been talking a lot more around Wen Xiangzhu than she usually would.

Not because she wanted to—but because it was impossible to ignore her when she looked so fragile.

Just then, Lin Sui noticed something and paused, doubt flickering in her eyes. “Why’s your face so red?”

“Is it?” Wen Xiangzhu blinked, her watery eyes shining. Her voice was soft and sticky-sweet, like glutinous rice.

“Yeah, it’s red.”

Lin Sui’s expression grew more serious.

Earlier, Wen Xiangzhu had blushed too, but it had been a natural, peach-tinted flush.

Now, though, the redness was unnatural—like she might be ill.

As the thought crossed her mind, Lin Sui caught a faint trace of alcohol in the air.

She never drank at home, yet the smell was getting stronger, as if it was seeping directly from the girl beside her.

Lin Sui’s brows furrowed. A memory surfaced—she’d once read Wen Xiangzhu’s file.

Under her pheromone attribute, it had been written: Red Wine.

Her eyes sharpened. “Where’s your suppressant?”

Wen Xiangzhu looked dazed, blinking blankly as if only just realizing her pheromones were leaking. She scrambled to her feet. “I’m sorry—”

Then she spun around and ran out of the room.

Left staring at the suddenly empty space, Lin Sui blinked in confusion.

What’s there to apologize for?

The faint scent of wine still lingered in the room. Lips pressed into a thin line, Lin Sui’s thoughts tangled in a restless knot. She got up and pushed the windows open wider.

Standing by the window, she drew in a deep breath and absently picked up a cracker to bite.

Why did her teeth feel… itchy?

A moment later, footsteps sounded again outside the door.

“Jie.”

Lin Sui didn’t turn around.

That soft, sticky voice came again. “I don’t have any suppressant left.”

Lin Sui hesitated. “Then I’ll call the driver to get some.”

“No!” Wen Xiangzhu blurted, a little too fast.

Realizing her own outburst, she lowered her head. “No… please don’t let anyone else go.”

“Then let your dad get it.”

“He just left for the company.”

“…”

Lin Sui gritted her teeth. “So what you mean is… you want me to go?”