Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Boss of the Disabled Heroine - Chapter 20

Pei Yujiang, unsure whether to laugh or be annoyed: “…”

She awkwardly touched her own face and murmured in repetition: “Very similar?”

“Yes.” Yu Zhiwan answered bluntly, “This person is narrow-minded, lustful, and ignorant. Her diploma was faked, she happily mooches off her parents, lacks both brains and filial piety but she is quite beautiful.”

Yu Zhiwan said softly:

“Manlin described her appearance to me.”

Yu Zhiwan’s lips weren’t full but rather thin, making her, as an Omega, not the sweet type but more of the gentle kind. Pei Yujiang later learned that according to this world’s age, Yu Zhiwan was three years older than her she should be calling her “elder sister.”

Her lips naturally curved slightly upward, forming an inherent smile, though not exaggerated. Her jaw was petite and delicate, and her almond-shaped eyes were soft yet bright. Yet despite this gentle appearance, her criticism was merciless.

The compliments Pei Yujiang had heard most in the past were the antonyms of these words, but she never imagined they would be pinned on her. Feeling somewhat wronged, she thought to herself.

Unconsciously biting her lip, Pei Yujiang didn’t notice the force until the pain made her release it.

The wind gradually grew stronger, chilling the sweat clinging to her skin with a stinging sensation. Instinctively, Pei Yujiang stepped forward to shield Yu Zhiwan from the oncoming gusts. Leaves rustled loudly in the wind as Pei Yujiang steadied the wheelchair with one hand and asked in a very small voice:

“Then, what do you think of me?”

Yu Zhiwan didn’t answer.

An awkward silence settled between them.

Yu Zhiwan’s wheelchair didn’t actually need pushing, it was an electronic, self-propelled model. Pei Yujiang let go and walked behind, observing that despite the Omega’s leg disability, her slender back remained perfectly straight.

The woman’s posture was elegant and dignified, her grace undiminished by her physical limitations. The fierce autumn wind battered against them, and even Pei Yujiang felt the cold. Yet Yu Zhiwan sat steadily in her wheelchair, her slender but upright silhouette resembling frost-laden snow pines.

But Pei Yujiang wasn’t in the mood to admire the beauty’s poise. Her footsteps were heavy as she trailed behind Yu Zhiwan.

Taking advantage of Yu Zhiwan’s blindness, she stared resentfully at the woman’s back, wrinkling her nose and puckering her lips in childish, exaggerated expressions.

Pei Yujiang’s heart was full of frustration.

And she’s supposed to be the female lead? All that effort protecting Yu Zhiwan, going out of her way to help her find a place, trying to free her from that scumbag Alpha Liu Huanran and not even a single kind word in return. How stingy. No wonder she turns villainous later.

Was her aloofness today a sign that she’d been swayed by Liu Huanran during this time? Was she reverting to her lovestruck self, ready to become his doting wife?

Imagining the cringey tropes of a scumbag Alpha chasing his wife with teary-eyed devotion, Pei Yujiang felt her scalp prickle.

She followed in silence as the two strolled under the deep autumn moonlight. The streets were nearly empty, the surrounding lights dim. Under the yellowish glow of the streetlamps, Pei Yujiang idly studied her own shadow, her heart simmering with resentment.

Just as they were about to exit the neighborhood, the wheelchair in front suddenly braked. Pei Yujiang nearly stumbled forward, barely managing to stop herself by gripping the wheelchair’s handles. As she steadied herself, she heard Yu Zhiwan ask:

“Are you upset?”

Her gentle voice carried a hint of mischief, the rising inflection at the end matching the upward curve of her lips, as if she’d successfully teased a child her eyes and brows brimming with unrestrained amusement. Omegas’ voices tend to carry a soft, delicate quality, but Yu Zhiwan’s tone possessed an unconscious sweetness, not cloying, like the subtle floral honey stirred into plain water.

Yu Zhiwan continued unprompted:

“You’ve never been in a relationship, so do you know what it means when one person asks another about their feelings?”

Pei Yujiang froze momentarily.

Back when she was still an Alpha, her boundaries with Omegas had been clearly defined. Though inexperienced in romance, she understood that an Alpha asking such questions undoubtedly carried implications, why else would someone inquire out of the blue?

But her question hadn’t sprung from impulsive attraction toward Yu Zhiwan. Rather, it was because Yu Zhiwan’s description of “Pei Yujiang” had been so unflattering that she’d sought reassurance. Admittedly, it did seem rather childish.

As Pei Yujiang engaged in self-reflection, her hanging hand was suddenly entwined by the Omega’s soft fingers. Their proximity allowed her to catch whiffs of that intoxicating rose fragrance, faint yet palpable.

Yu Zhiwan had grasped her hand.

Though Yu Zhiwan’s frame was smaller, she wasn’t the type of Omega with an extreme size difference. Her fingers were slender and long, their surface smooth and flawless. Yet despite careful avoidance, during their accidental brushes Pei Yujiang discovered that the pads and crevices between Yu Zhiwan’s fingers weren’t as soft as they appeared.

The pads of her middle and index fingers bore calluses worn smooth now that pressed warmly against Pei Yujiang’s skin when their fingers interlaced.

These hands of Pei Yujiang’s had gripped countless worn weapons and performed emergency battlefield dressings for wounded soldiers. Thus she could tell Yu Zhiwan’s hands hadn’t acquired their texture from years of writing or weaponry.

But why would an Omega uninvolved in military work have such palms?

Yu Zhiwan’s skin was silky, the backs of her hands unblemished. As their fingers intertwined, she began tracing light circles against Pei Yujiang’s palm with seemingly casual strokes. Though a Beta, with such beauty beside her Pei Yujiang never presumed herself more virtuous than the legendary Liu Xiahui especially when noticing the blush spreading across the fair cheeks, she hastily explained:

“I’m straight.”

Betas were no different from ordinary men and women, so Pei Yujiang’s declaration clearly indicated her orientation excluded women.

She expected Yu Zhiwan to withdraw, but instead the Omega escalated, suddenly looping an arm around her neck. Fearful of causing harm, Pei Yujiang immediately bent with the motion, terrified the Omega might topple from her wheelchair.

“Why must you emphasize being straight? What’s wrong with girls holding hands?”

Yu Zhiwan seemed displeased by her remark, exhaling words laced with rose fragrance that swept across Pei Yujiang’s cheeks in the autumn breeze.

“But—”

As that rising inflection returned, Yu Zhiwan shifted tactics, gradually increasing pressure on Pei Yujiang’s neck until she nearly pressed the woman’s head against her chest.

Pei Yujiang’s posture was utterly devoid of dignity, pitifully bracing her hands against the armrests in a final struggle when the Omega’s voice sounded right by her ear again.

She asked:

“What a coincidence, Miss Pei. Like Xiao Yu, are you also a straight Beta woman?”

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