After Agreeing to a Reality Show with My Omega Ex-Girlfriend (GL) - Chapter 4
Qi Song stood alone in the kitchen, staring at the apron in her hand.
She strongly suspected that the original owner’s love brain had left an intangible influence on this body.
Otherwise, why would she rush over to cook for that scumbag the moment she remembered her hand was injured?
No, inheriting the original owner’s debt was already heartbreaking enough; she couldn’t possibly inherit the original owner’s love brain too!
While the person in the kitchen was deeply reflecting, Yu Luo sat down beside Taotao in the living room.
Yu Luo gently smoothed her daughter’s slightly messy hair from playing and softly asked, “How did you feel spending time with Mama just now?”
Taotao blinked her large, obsidian-like eyes and nodded: “I like Mama!”
She had always known she had a Mama, but she had never met her.
Last night, Mommy told her that the beautiful auntie she would see during the day was her Mama.
So, Mama was meant to be brought home only after she turned three—this was a gift for becoming a big child!
And her Mama was so beautiful, just as beautiful as Mommy.
Looking at her daughter’s happy expression, Yu Luo’s eyes were serene, as if a tide of emotion was surging within.
She rubbed her daughter’s head and sighed softly: “Of course you’d like her.”
••••
When the “family of three” sat down at the table to eat, Qi Song belatedly realized a problem.
She wasn’t the original owner; her cooking taste would definitely be different from the original owner’s, and Yu Luo would probably be able to tell with one bite.
Yu Luo first scooped two spoonfuls of steamed egg onto Taotao’s rice, meticulously stirring it for her, then added some vegetables on top.
Taotao obediently waited for her to finish, then ate with her own spoon.
Seeing Yu Luo finish taking care of Taotao and about to start eating herself, Qi Song’s mood involuntarily tensed.
She was afraid this Omega would ask a soul-piercing question: “Why does your cooking taste completely different from before?”
Therefore, she pretended to be eating seriously, but in reality, her peripheral vision was constantly observing Yu Luo.
Yu Luo picked up a piece of fish with her chopsticks and put it into her mouth, chewing elegantly before swallowing.
After that, she fell into a subtle pause. Qi Song’s heartbeat grew even more intense during this pause.
However, the expected question was delayed in coming.
About ten seconds later, Yu Luo finally moved again. She extended her chopsticks and picked up another piece of fish to eat.
As if she liked it.
Qi Song finally let out a sigh of relief. Could it be that her cooking tasted similar to the original owner’s?
She held this question in her mind but didn’t actively ask, lest Yu Luo mistakenly thought she cared deeply about whether the meal suited her taste.
••••
In the afternoon, Taotao went back to her room for her nap, while the two adults didn’t have the habit of napping.
Qi Song sat on the sofa, continuing to gather information about this world, trying to find some breakthroughs.
She couldn’t just rely on this collaboration with Yu Luo to make a living; she needed to find opportunities to restart her career.
After organizing her thoughts, her conclusion remained unchanged—she truly needed to finish the reality show first, get the money, and pay off her debts before any possibility of restarting existed.
After all, what production crew would hire an actor burdened with huge debt?
During her thoughts, a slender figure approached and sat down not far from her side.
A faint, subtle fragrance wafted through the air.
Qi Song knew this must be the natural scent of the pheromone carried by an Omega. Because the concentration was extremely low, Alphas wouldn’t be sensitive to it; it smelled no different from perfume.
Yesterday and today, she had smelled it on Yu Luo.
“Can you put medicine on for me?”
It was afternoon, and the sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling window, warming Yu Luo’s clear voice with a hint of laziness.
Qi Song turned her head and saw Yu Luo holding a small medicine box in her right hand, while the wound on her left palm remained gruesome.
Looking at the still unhealed, slightly damp bloodstains and the red, swollen wound, Qi Song couldn’t tell if it was from Yu Luo cooking just now, or if it hadn’t been properly treated yesterday.
With her self-reflection in the kitchen, she remained unmoved.
She’s a grown woman; if she doesn’t take care of her own injury, does she expect her ex-girlfriend, whom she cheated on, to dote on her?
Yu Luo watched her, waiting for a moment. The smile in her eyes slowly faded, her lips pressed together, seemingly pitiful: “You don’t want to help me?”
Qi Song tried her best not to shift her gaze to the miserable state of the palm, and faintly “hmm’d.”
Seeing her refusal, Yu Luo didn’t press further with words. However, her picturesque eyebrows visibly drooped, filled with the sorrow of being coldly treated.
Qi Song knew there was probably a lot of acting involved.
And her heart was as hard as stone.
Yu Luo bit her lip, trying to unscrew the iodine bottle with one hand. After struggling a bit, she failed.
So she annoyingly and pitifully muttered, “Never mind,” and decisively gave up.
Then her palm just lay there, carelessly, that dark red burning in Qi Song’s peripheral vision.
Qi Song: “…”
One second, two seconds, three seconds… thirty seconds passed in silence.
The thirty-first second—
Qi Song let out a heavy “tsk” in her heart.
She coldly took the iodine from the table and quickly unscrewed the cap.
Then she took a cotton swab, dipped it, and said faintly to Yu Luo: “Hand.”
Yu Luo watched her unblinkingly, obediently extending her palm.
“Hiss—”
The Omega who hadn’t even frowned when her hand hurt while washing vegetables in the kitchen just now suddenly became sensitive to pain.
With just a slight touch, she softly winced, her clear voice subtly containing a fragile delicacy.
“Be gentler…”
Amidst Yu Luo’s soft complaint, Qi Song remained silent, secretly gritting her teeth.
She regretted it.
This ex-girlfriend really had no sense of boundaries.
However, on closer thought, Yu Luo hadn’t actually done anything; she just cried out in pain. Of course, the wound would be very painful.
“Alright, I’ll be very gentle…” Qi Song said, frowning, her voice still cool and indifferent.
But her hand movements were very meticulous and increasingly gentle.
It wasn’t physical labor, yet by the time she finished, sweat had inexplicably beaded on her forehead.
“Thank you.”
Yu Luo withdrew her properly treated hand and smiled, her eyes curving.
Whenever she smiled, the coldness on her exceptionally beautiful face melted away. Then gentleness flowed, like a beautiful scene of nature.
She was indeed a scumbag who was very good at bewitching people with her beauty.
Qi Song believed that the love brain of the original owner, which she had ruthlessly excised in the kitchen just now, had probably grown back haphazardly. That’s why she couldn’t maintain her composure and had helped this woman apply the medicine.
Thinking about it, that fool of an original owner, who didn’t even know her girlfriend had a child behind her back during their relationship, and was still infatuatedly hung up on the scumbag for two years after the breakup.
It was understandable that her love brain would be stubborn and persistent.
While performing the “surgery,” ruthlessly cutting out that love brain, Qi Song earnestly declared to Yu Luo: “I’m helping you because this wound is somewhat related to you saving me yesterday.”
Yu Luo was silent for two seconds, then lightly raised an eyebrow at her, “Is that so?”
Qi Song gave a sarcastic smile: “Of course.”
“Hmm, then you’re very responsible.”
Yu Luo’s slender eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and the light sparkled in her dark eyes beneath them: “I’m sure you’ll be diligent in playing the ‘affectionate’ wife with me on the reality show too.”
Qi Song thought of the agreement and gritted her teeth: “…Of course.”
Yu Luo smiled at her with satisfaction, her smile clearly pure and charming.
But a chill ran down Qi Song’s spine—
Just how “affectionate” was this “affection” supposed to be?
Author’s Note:
The love brain grew back — cut it off — it grew back again — cut it again… — not cutting it anymore (giving up)