A White Cloud (GL ABO) - Chapter 6

Zhiman quickly agreed to Tomb Cheng’s request after receiving the phone call.

Tomb Cheng threw the trash into the recycling bin and stood tall in the emergency exit, with her back to the corridor.

Her gaze swept over the towering buildings outside through the window of the exit.

The darkening city was covered with a veil, but soon thousands of lights; some bright and some dim, lit up.

Tomb Cheng held the phone between her ear and shoulder, took off the communication light watch from her right wrist, and dismantled the outer device.

She thanked Zhiman, saying, “Thank you, Sister. When you have time later, I will treat you.”

Something said on the other end made Tomb Cheng smile lightly.

She installed the detection chip, reassembled the outer device, and put it back on her wrist.

“It is possible, but she fears unfamiliar things outside. I hope you do not mind later,” Tomb Cheng said.

***

Zhiman sat on the bed, with the bathrobe belt loosely tied around her waist.

A large area of skin, reddened by steam, was exposed from her neck down.

Her slender white legs were crossed on the sheets, and she leaned against the headboard.
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She felt happy about the statement from the other end of the phone and said, “It is fine. I have always wanted to meet her.”

Tomb Cheng spoke a few more words with her.

After ending the call, Zhiman’s face was full of smiles.

She sat on the bed and fiddled with the contacts in her address book, sending messages to ask people one by one.

She completely ignored Yuan Jin at the desk.

Yuan Jin put down the documents, came over, and embraced Zhiman, saying, “Hey.”

“What?”

Zhiman did not look up, her expression lazy like a noble cat, letting Yuan Jin pull her over.

Zhiman’s social circle consisted of prominent families.

Getting a school admission slot for a child was not difficult.

But considering Xu Yiyi’s situation and Tomb Cheng’s ability to handle it, Zhiman still asked around as much as possible.

Yuan Jin looked down at Zhiman chatting with others on her phone.

Her hand mischievously slipped into the bathrobe.

“Do not move,” Zhiman said, shifting in Yuan Jin’s arms but not breaking free from her hold, merely playing a game of cat and mouse.

Yuan Jin leaned closer, her thin lips brushing Zhiman’s cheek, saying, “I was wrong.”

There were no new messages on the phone for the moment.

Zhiman then looked up at her, tears suddenly welled in her eyes.

She pulled open the sleeve of her bathrobe and accused, “Look at yourself. You were so rough. How do I face people tomorrow?”

On her soft, fair arm were several clear handprints, the result of Yuan Jin earlier pinning her against the wall with force.

Yuan Jin coaxed gently, “Do not say such things in the future.”

There was a reason for it.

Yuan Jin was usually gentle in bed matters.

Considering Zhiman was a Beta, unlike an Omega with good recovery and endurance, Yuan Jin always kept a final line of rationality during s3x.

But Zhiman’s earlier words clearly made her lose control, leading to the current situation.

Zhiman pouted, touched Yuan Jin’s cheeks, and tears fell as she said, “But… you hurt me.”

Yuan Jin pulled her into her lap, her palm rubbing Zhiman’s back to comfort her.

Her voice, like a breeze, brushed over Zhiman’s heart, saying, “Full Full, I will not.”

From childhood to adulthood, whether in life, studies, or research, Yuan Jin always followed discipline.

But with Zhiman, she was unwilling to compromise at all.

Zhiman, unable to argue, leaned against her, raised her hand to hook Yuan Jin’s neck, and fiercely bit the transparent gland on the back of Yuan Jin’s neck.

“Hiss,” Yuan Jin reacted.

Zhiman was not an Omega; she was just a Beta without a secondary gender differentiation.

Even if she bit, it only left tooth marks with traces of bl00d.

But Yuan Jin did not give up, holding her close and softly comforting, “Bite if it helps you feel better.”

Hearing this, Zhiman’s heart filled with bitterness.

She lowered her head, hiding in Yuan Jin’s arms, sobbing.

Why could she not be an Omega?

***

Tomb Cheng stood dazed in the stairwell for a while.

When she returned to the corridor, she noticed the door of the opposite apartment was slightly ajar.

As someone who was always alert to the slightest movement in the military, she surprisingly did not notice the activity in the elevator area earlier.

Although the neighborhood was old, each building had an elevator because the floors were not low.

There were eleven floors in total, and Tomb Cheng rented an apartment on the ninth floor.

Tomb Cheng’s expression tightened slightly.

She lightened her steps, fastened her watch, and quietly walked out from the stairwell.

The corridor was brighter, with moonlight spilling onto the glazed tiles, making their gray-white surface shimmer.

Tomb Cheng stepped lightly and steadily, her clothes draped in moonlight.

Her face moved from shadow to light, her eyes fixed on the corridor.

With a creak, the slightly open door was pulled open from inside.

The room glowed with bright light, and papers were scattered on the floor.

A woman in a black home dress walked gracefully toward Tomb Cheng, standing elegantly before her.

“Good evening,” the woman said.

The Omega carried the scent of fruit and flowers from her bath, mixed with her own wine-like aroma.

The smell of cherries became more intense, and the flavor of cherry wine instantly spread in the air, silently filling Tomb Cheng’s nostrils.

Huajing Medical University, doctor, Omega.

All the information aligned.

Tomb Cheng felt that since retiring, she had indeed become less sharp, failing to notice such a simple trick.

Shen Zhiqing saw Tomb Cheng ignore her and leaned closer.

They were only a breath away from touching.

Shen Zhiqing tilted her head to look at her, her eyes full of charm and allure.

Her tone deliberately radiated charisma as she asked, “Why do you not respond?”

Her voice was always pleasant, light and soft, with a natural gentleness that made people feel comfortable.

In the past, Tomb Cheng would blush and feel shy when talking to her.

Because Omegas were simply too perfect.

Coming back to her senses, Tomb Cheng raised her eyes to glance at the apartment, then lowered them to look at Shen Zhiqing, asking, “Are you the landlord?”

Shen Zhiqing did not mind her rudeness and nodded, saying, “Yes, it is a coincidence.”

Tomb Cheng did not believe her and pursed her lips without speaking.

She took a deep breath and raised her hand to adjust her glasses, but Shen Zhiqing’s slender hands were faster.

Shen Zhiqing pushed the silver-framed glasses, securing them on the bridge of Tomb Cheng’s nose, saying, “This was my grandmother’s old home. I lived here for a while as a child. I moved back because of work.”

“It is close to the hospital,” she added, playing with Tomb Cheng’s hair while explaining.

Whether Tomb Cheng believed her or not, Shen Zhiqing wanted to clear up the misunderstanding.

The adjusted glasses hid Tomb Cheng’s sharp eyes.

Shen Zhiqing’s hand brushed her cheek, lifted a strand of hair from her shoulder, and twirled it between her fingers before letting go, patiently waiting for Tomb Cheng’s response.

Tomb Cheng frowned at the woman before her, truly not understanding her disregard for propriety, and said, “I understand.”

“Why not call me Senior Sister?” Shen Zhiqing asked.

Tomb Cheng raised an eyebrow, her gaze falling on the woman’s face.

The Omega, nearly thirty, still had skin as smooth and fair as cream.

“What do you mean?” Tomb Cheng replied.

Shen Zhiqing tilted her head, her red lips slightly parted, her eyes sparkling, and said, “You often call me Senior Sister.”

In school, after they parted, and at the last gala, Tomb Cheng always called her Senior Sister, maintaining courtesy and politeness. Today, she did not.

Tomb Cheng paused, thought for a moment, and chose to believe her for now.

She lowered her guard and spoke with a mix of defiance and distance, saying, “Good evening, Senior Sister.”

Shen Zhiqing tentatively took her hand and led her toward the apartment.

Her intentions were clear; she wanted more than a simple greeting.

Tomb Cheng did not immediately pull away, which made Shen Zhiqing delighted.

She turned back and asked with feigned reserve, “Want to come in?”