What to Do If the White Moonlight Omega Falls in Love with Me - Chapter 8

Yan Qingran had just received a call from her grandfather’s secretary. The old man, Yan Zhao, had accidentally twisted his waist while exercising in the park that evening. After being rushed to the hospital, he was diagnosed with a minor lumbar disc herniation.

Yan Zhao had achieved much in his life. He had won numerous awards in architectural design and amassed a significant fortune. Now that he was older and his health was declining, he served as a nominal professor, teaching and conducting academic research. It was a fulfilling end to his career.

The old man had only one son, Qingran’s father. He had been spoiled as a child and became uncontrollable as an adult. He now lived abroad year-round. Consequently, Qingran was the only one who could occasionally visit and keep her grandfather company.

The general ward of the hospital was lively. Elderly people love to chat, and since many are hard of hearing, a room full of strangers could end up sounding as boisterous as a full classroom.

“Grandpa.”

Yan Qingran had brought some fruit and came directly by taxi. She was in such a rush that she had not even gone home first.

“Ranran, you’re here.”

Yan Zhao doted on his precious granddaughter. He had arranged everything for her, even hand-picking a top-tier, attentive Omega as her fiancé. This was someone who knew how to take care of others and had a gentle temperament. “Quick, come sit. Sit here by Grandpa.”

“Old Yan, this granddaughter of yours is truly impressive. She’s handsome, tall, and carries herself well. She’s an Alpha, right?”

The ward had three beds, all occupied. The other two patients were a gentleman with graying hair at the temples and a balding old man. The one speaking now was the slightly younger-looking gentleman.

Yan Zhao smiled so broadly that the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to hold a group meeting. “Yes, this child has been filial and sensible since she was little.”

Yan Qingran did not talk much in front of strangers. More accurately, when she was with elders meeting outsiders, she hardly spoke at all.

“This is Uncle Chen. He also accidentally twisted his waist and is staying for a couple of days for an examination.”

Yan Zhao’s smile was full of warmth, reminiscent of the old grandfathers holding cattail fans in 1990s movies.

Yan Qingran greeted the stranger politely. “Hello, Uncle Chen.”

This was the etiquette Yan Zhao had taught her: respect the order of age. When greeting elders, one must look them in the eye and, preferably, offer a smile. She had learned well; it was practically etched into her bones.

“Hello, little Yan. Which university are you studying at?” Uncle Chen seemed to like her quite a bit.

“At Q University.”

Yan Qingran placed the fruit on the bedside table and sat formally on the chair beside Yan Zhao’s bed. If she guessed correctly, the next questions would be about her major, such as if she was also studying architecture, and her relationship status, such as if she had a partner.

“Hoh, Q University! That is quite impressive.” Uncle Chen’s tone was a mix of envy and expectation. “What is your major? Architecture, like your grandfather?”

Yan Qingran pursed her lips. “Yes, architecture.”

Uncle Chen turned his gaze to Yan Zhao. “Old Yan, you’re being too modest. A century-old family of architects; little Yan is perfectly poised to take over your mantle.”

Yan Zhao waved his hand repeatedly. “Ai, what ‘architectural family’? We are just a family doing some design and research. Not like your family, a big enterprise. The Internet is the trend of the day; that is where the real money is.”

“Oh, not at all, not at all.”

The two inevitably engaged in a round of mutual business flattery.

Yan Qingran suddenly felt bored. Rushing here just to hear these pleasantries felt less productive than escorting her juniors back to their dorms or, failing that, just going home to enjoy some peace and quiet. But some things were simply beyond her control.

Listening intently to the elders, or at least appearing respectful enough on the surface, would spare her from Yan Zhao’s subsequent lectures. After all, she had been an obedient child since she was young. The older she grew, the more she understood social graces, the better she could manage her elders’ temperaments, and the more she complied with these old-fashioned rules.

It is fine once you get used to it, she thought.

Once the old-timers finished boasting, Uncle Chen shifted the topic back to the younger generation. “Little Yan is so outstanding, she must have a partner already?”

A partner? No. Suitors? Many.

Yan Qingran had been following their conversation. “I have a fiancé. Grandpa made the decision for me, and I think it is quite good.”

“Oh? Which family’s Omega is so lucky?” Uncle Chen looked disappointed. “I was thinking of asking if my brat of a son had a chance.”

Which family? Yan Qingran was not sure; she did not have a habit of memorizing other people’s family trees.

Yan Zhao was still all smiles. “Zhuang Chengjun, the youngest son of the Zhuang family. He presented last year; he is fair-skinned, clean-cut, and a very smart and capable young man.”

Uncle Chen searched his memory. “Zhuang Chengjun? Is that the real estate developer who recently took over the Anshi New District development?”

“The very one. He and my Ranran have known each other since they were kids. They get along well; you could say they are childhood sweethearts.”

Yan Zhao was very happy mentioning the pair. They were a beautiful and well-matched couple.

“Hahaha, it seems my brat of a son really cannot compete then.” Uncle Chen was a self-made entrepreneur. While his company was doing well, he had to take a backseat compared to a massive capitalist entity like the Zhuang Group.

Yan Zhao feigned anger. “Eh, do not talk about competing or status. Little Chen, your outlook is too narrow. The Qing Dynasty ended long ago; everyone is on equal footing now.”

Uncle Chen quickly agreed. “Yes, yes, you are right. The Qing Dynasty is long gone.”

The Qing Dynasty is long gone? Yan Qingran found it ironic. Yan Zhao, the most feudal and patriarchal man she knew, was the one using that phrase to lecture others.

The two elders were quite chatty, covering everything from military and politics to culture and education. To be honest, Yan Qingran was exhausted. She had not slept well the previous night and had been busy all day. It was past nine o’clock, the peak of her drowsiness.

Finding something to do would help her stay awake. She decided to peel an orange for her grandfather.

She took a few oranges out of the fruit she brought and distributed them to everyone present. Yan Zhao looked on with great satisfaction. She had a sense of the big picture and the grace of a well-bred lady, exactly as he had raised her.

Yan Qingran sat back down. She was still very sleepy, so she decided to pretend she was not. “Grandpa, just lie back and rest. I will peel it for you.”

“Alright.” Yan Zhao accepted with a smile, then suddenly remembered something. “Ranran, I heard from Chengjun that Zhuang Wei stayed over at your place last night?”

Huh?

Yan Qingran was bewildered. How could Zhuang Wei have stayed at her place? However, it was not impossible that Zhuang Wei had sneaked out to play and used her as a shield.

What should she do? She decided it was better to cover for him.

“I,” Yan Qingran looked down and picked at the orange, trying to find the most discreet wording. “I did indeed last night.”

Seeing her slight hesitation, Yan Zhao wore a knowing, relieved smile. “It is okay, Grandpa understands. I have watched both of you grow up. You are adults now; just maintain a sense of propriety. Other matters should wait until after you finish your studies.”

The implication was clear.

Yan Qingran stiffened. “Mhm.” She did not dare look at Yan Zhao and quickly finished peeling the orange before handing it over. “Grandpa, have an orange.”

“Okay, thank you, Ranran.”

After eating the orange, Yan Zhao thought it over. Since his granddaughter and grandson-in-law had started living together, he felt that, as an elder, he should do something. He reached for his glasses on the nightstand and carefully typed a message to his secretary on WeChat.

Ding-dong. Yan Zhao received a reply. He clicked it and scanned it with the rigorous mind of a professor. It was realistic and instructional; this would do.

He turned off the screen and asked, “Is Zhuang Wei still at your place?”

Ah? How would Yan Qingran know where Zhuang Wei was? But according to hospital protocol, an Omega should not go out on the first day of their heat, so he should still be at the hospital. “Yes.”

Yan Zhao nodded and forwarded a document to Yan Qingran. “Grandpa sent you some materials. Read them carefully when you get back.”

“Okay.”

Yan Qingran opened her phone to check the message. The document titles made her instantly speechless.

1. #On How Alphas Can Master Bed Skills to Make Omegas Submit#
2. #Who Says Female Alphas Are Inferior to Males? This Article Reveals the Truth#
3. #Three Basic Protective Measures Every AO Pair Should Know During Sex#

Why was it not a thesis on architecture this time?

Steeling herself, Yan Qingran clicked to accept the documents. A quick glance revealed there were even anime-style illustrations. She hurriedly exited the interface.

Yan Zhao waved his hand. “It is getting late. Go back and rest. Secretary Wang will look after me here.”

“Mhm. You should rest early too.”

Yan Qingran quickly shoved her phone into her pocket and bit the tip of her tongue. She stood up and tucked the chair back into place.

Yan Zhao did not forget to nag. “Remember to read all those materials.”

Yan Qingran’s expression was strained, but she tried her best to look natural. “Okay.”

“Alright then, go on home. Be careful on the road.”

“Bye-bye.”

It was not until she left the inpatient department that Yan Qingran felt her heart rate return to normal. That out-of-place chat window in her WeChat list made her want to avoid clicking into the app altogether. Besides, she had absolutely no need for those things.

The next contact down was Cha Yuxuan’s profile picture. Yan Qingran clicked in to look. The vibrant emojis and cheerful language saved her private WeChat from its otherwise archaic style, making her feel comfortable just looking at it.

[Have you reached the dorm?]

She could not help but type and send the message. It was just a senior’s normal concern for a junior; there was nothing to be misunderstood.

The reply came almost instantly. “I am here! Just getting ready to shower. What about you, Senior?”

Yan Qingran stood by a streetlamp to reply. The pavement beneath her was damp, and a puddle flowed along the small path beside her.

[Still on the way.]

She raised her hand to brush back a stray lock of hair. “Something urgent came up and I had to go to the hospital. I have called a car now.”

Cha Yuxuan: [Mhm, good that you got a car. Be careful and get home early! (Cat heart emoji)]

The car arrived. Yan Qingran hurriedly typed a brief “Mhm” and sent it. The ground nearby was quite wet; she took a moment to navigate around the water before getting in.

Once inside, the driver drove smoothly. Turning her attention back to her phone, she saw that Cha Yuxuan had sent several messages in a row.

Cha Yuxuan: “Senior, you really are ‘cold’ in a second! [Laugh-cry emoji]” “Sigh, I forgot to take a photo with you today. Such a pity.” “[Secretly observing cat emoji]”

Is replying with a single word ‘cold’? Yan Qingran had never noticed before. She also did not quite understand the idea of taking photos just because they ate together, though she usually did not refuse when others asked.

[We can take one together next time there is a chance.]

Cha Yuxuan: “Next time? I do not know when that will be.” “[Life is hard, cat sigh emoji]”

Yan Qingran suddenly did not know how to respond. She held the phone hesitantly, staring at the screen and then glancing out the window.

Cha Yuxuan sent another message: “I am only missing yours! [Hee-hee] [Image]”

Yan Qingran clicked it. It was a draft of a WeChat Moments post; a nine-grid layout with one missing in the center. Aside from the food, everyone else had a selfie included.

Oh, she wants a selfie.

Yan Qingran understood instantly. She raised her phone and snapped a photo, but her hair covered half her face.

She deleted it. She raised her left hand to push her hair back, lifted her right hand, and let the corners of her mouth turn up slightly. At a perfect 45-degree angle, she snapped the shot. The resolution was clear, and the lighting was just right.

Yan Qingran: [Here it is. (Image)]

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