After Being Bitten By Top-Tier O, Flop A Went Viral - Chapter 32

32: Whose Little Calico Cat?

Is this the warm and reliable embrace of the alpha? Yan Qing’s last trace of tension slowly eased.

She remembered how her mother used to comfort her like this when she was a child.

Back then, she was small and helpless. Now, she had grown up, with sharp claws and fangs, and no longer woke up in fear as often.

But she still craved such an embrace.

Even if it made her vulnerable.

Qin Que felt the person in her arms lean closer, as if actively snuggling into her embrace.

The bold scent of wine in the air had faded considerably, revealing its owner’s desire to retreat.

She must still be quite frightened.

Qin Que’s heart swelled with even more tenderness. Without overthinking it, she tightened her hold around Yan Qing while using her other hand to push aside the corn leaves blocking their path, leading the woman out of the cornfield.

Afraid that there might be more bugs nearby, she escorted Yan Qing straight back to the car. Then, she went to find Mi Sike to ask for a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to the woman, “Have some water.”

Yan Qing sat in the car, watching Qin Que bustle about before settling beside her and taking her free hand. The alpha’s palm was soft and broad, enveloping her hand completely, holding it with just the right amount of pressure—firm enough to convey steadfast companionship but not enough to cause pain.

Just like Qin Que herself at this moment.

Strangely, Yan Qing didn’t feel shy now.

She couldn’t tell if she was pleased or annoyed. Truthfully, she had already calmed down. She was just disgusted by those grotesque-looking insects, but she was far from being so terrified that she’d lose her composure.

The reason she didn’t say anything was ultimately because Qin Que’s concern and companionship were too enticing.

It was like a child who got hurt. Seeing adults fussing over them, even if the pain was gone, they’d still cry louder.

But Yan Qing wasn’t actually a child.

So now, she felt a little embarrassed.

Children could afford to show weakness without consequence. Adults preferred give-and-take.

Thus, she politely said to Qin Que, “I’m fine now. You can go back to what you were doing.”

Qin Que studied her eyes intently, as if trying to confirm whether she was putting on a brave face. “Really?”

Oh? Not listening, are we?

Yan Qing narrowed her eyes and lifted the hand Qin Que was holding to her lips. “Or are you so addicted to holding hands that you plan to keep holding mine until the competition ends?”

Qin Que froze. As Yan Qing spoke, she tilted her head slightly downward, as if about to kiss the hand Qin Que was holding. Her teasing, upturned eyes gazed at Qin Que with a mischievous charm, looking particularly captivating and sly from this angle.

The warm breath brushing against the back of her hand evaporated Qin Que’s momentary courage in an instant, and her face flushed red.

“N-no, no, that’s not it! I’ll go now, then! You rest here!”

She let go of Yan Qing’s hand and fled in a panic.

Watching Qin Que’s flustered retreat, Yan Qing stretched contentedly, her mood lifting.

“Ah, what lovely weather.”

In the second livestream room, analysts of all kinds had gathered.

Comment 1: What’s going on? In just these short ten-plus minutes, the dynamics between the top and bottom seem to have reversed.

Comment 2: Good news—Que Que finally took charge! That hug just now was so tight, full of girlfriend energy. Qing Qing was all soft and clingy. So sweet!

Comment 3: Bad news—her dominance lasted exactly ten minutes and thirty-two seconds before Sister Yan ruthlessly put her back in her place.

Comment 4: Is this the distortion of human nature or the collapse of morality?

Comment 5: It’s Qing Qing’s pride. She was genuinely scared earlier, but after calming down, she probably felt a little embarrassed about being comforted by someone younger, so she teased her way back into control.

Comment 6: Spot on. Once she regained control, Qing Qing returned to her usual relaxed self, showing no trace of the pale-faced, cuddly person from before. Lol.

Comment 7: It’s just that Qin Que is too much of a bottom. If it were me, I wouldn’t have run away. I’d have pinned her against the wall and said, “Baby, I’ll hold your hand till the end of time~”

Comment 8: Ugh. Watch out, or Sister Yan might slap you. You really think she’s some naive, delicate flower?

Comment 9: At the very least, she’s a rose with thorns—the kind that’ll draw bl00d if you’re not careful.

Comment 10: Hahaha, Yan Qing would probably think Qin Que had been possessed by some sleazy guy.

Comment 11: Whatever you are, get out of my fresh and adorable Que Que right now!

By the time Qin Que returned to the cornfield, Jin Shuo and Yan Yuzhen had already piled up a small mound of harvested corn in front of their section. Clearly, this task posed little difficulty for two physically capable young people.

She could even hear Yan Yuzhen’s passionate pep talk from inside the field: “Come on, Jin Shuo! Every extra ear of corn means another dollar. If we harvest a few hundred today, we’ll never have to work again!”

Anyone listening would’ve thought it was some sales team’s motivational session.

Qin Que shook her head with a laugh and returned to her own basket. The bug that had frightened Yan Qing was nowhere to be seen. She picked up the ear of corn, thought for a moment, and decided to peel off its husk entirely.

When time was up, Yan Yuzhen’s team had filled three baskets, making them the undisputed first-place winners.

Meanwhile, Nie Sijun’s team had only managed a little over half a basket, largely because the two had split up from the start.

Dai Yuchen watched the increasingly calm and distant Nie Sijun, feeling a sense of panic rise within him—as if a toy he had always been able to manipulate at will had suddenly developed a mind of its own and was slipping from his control.

But this fear prompted him to soften his tone for once. “Are you really not going to share the fish with me? We’re married.”

Nie Sijun glanced at him, her gaze cool and indifferent. “I promised Yan Qing.”

Promised, promised. You’ve just been corrupted by her.

What’s so great about an omega? No matter how glamorous they are now, they’ll still end up marked and subservient to someone else.

Dai Yuchen’s anger flared. He picked up the basket and sneered, “Then I won’t share the corn with you either. Go ask Miss Yan for some.”

This threat had always been effective because, at this point, Nie Sijun had no career, her friends had drifted away, and he was all she had left to rely on.

As he spoke, he deliberately intensified the release of his pheromones, trying to overwhelm Nie Sijun’s resistance on a physiological level.

This combination had always worked in their arguments—Nie Sijun had never been able to fight back.

But this time, he failed.

Though the woman trembled uncontrollably, she didn’t bow her head or apologize. Instead, she sighed. “Do whatever you want.”

Then she walked away from him.

Fuming, Dai Yuchen, now without an outlet for his anger, took it out on the cornfield. The stalks in his section lay in disarray, as if a wild boar had rampaged through.

Without a basket, Nie Sijun had to carry a few ears of corn at a time out of the field. Even so, she didn’t harvest much less than Dai Yuchen.

Thanks to their persistence, Mi Sike paid them each in school currency.

When everyone turned their attention to Qin Que’s basket, they couldn’t help but gasp in admiration.

Most of the corn inside had been husked and washed clean. Glossy droplets of water rolled off the tender yellow kernels, gleaming brightly under the sun.

Mi Sike, feeling slightly guilty, clarified, “Uh, even though you processed the corn, we’re still paying one school currency per ear.”

Qin Que waved her hand to show she didn’t mind, then turned to Yan Qing, who was eyeing the basket, and grinned. “Take whichever one you want. Guaranteed bug-free.”

Yan Qing looked at the sweat on Qin Que’s forehead and her proud smile, feeling that same complicated mix of emotion—touched yet smug.

She had nothing to offer in return, so she simply pinched the alpha’s soft cheek and praised, “Good girl. Thank you.”

She’s getting more and more used to this.

Qin Que covered the pinched spot, complaining inwardly, but the smile on her face only grew brighter.

After collecting the corn, Mi Sike called everyone to gather in the center of the field. “Now that we’ve gathered all the ingredients, it’s time to prepare lunch.”

Yan Yuzhen rummaged through her bag and raised her hand in confusion. “There’s not even a lighter in here. How are we supposed to start a fire?”

The others looked at the innocent girl with shared despair.

Qin Que held up the two pieces of flint from her bag and smiled wryly. “We have to start the fire ourselves, right?”

Mi Sike nodded. “Setting up the pot and starting the fire yourselves is part of the fun of a picnic, isn’t it?”

Hungry after a morning of work, everyone had no choice but to search for stones to build a makeshift stove.

Qin Que dug a shallow pit in the ground with a shovel, then arranged a few larger stones around it, leaving one side open. A simple pot stand was ready.

Yan Qing gathered dry grass and twigs, placing them nearby, and remarked with admiration, “You really know how to do a lot.”

Qin Que smiled sheepishly. “When I was little, I visited my grandma in the countryside. The kids there taught me.”

Yan Qing pictured a snowball-like Qin Que learning to build stoves with the village children and couldn’t help but laugh.

Stuffing the easily flammable dry grass into the pit, Qin Que struck the flint forcefully a few times. Sparks flew, but they vanished before igniting the grass.

“Let me try! Let me try!” Yan Qing, finding this fascinating, eagerly took the flint from Qin Que’s hands. She crouched in front of the stove, her face—insured for a sky-high sum—almost pressed against the stones.

Is it really that fun?

“Be careful. Don’t burn yourself.” Qin Que, torn between amusement and exasperation, helped Yan Qing tuck her long hair behind her ears to keep it from catching fire.

To her, starting a fire was just a tedious but necessary chore. But now, holding the woman’s soft hair and watching her work so earnestly, Qin Que felt an unexpected surge of excitement and anticipation.

Perhaps Yan Qing’s movements were more devout. After a few crisp strikes, the sparks from the flint finally caught the dry grass.

“It’s lit! It’s lit!” Yan Qing, still crouching, blew into the pit several times.

The fire finally took hold, and Yan Qing was pulled to her feet by Qin Que.

She raised an eyebrow triumphantly. “Well?”

Her fair face was streaked with black smudges from the smoke, making her look rather disheveled.

Qin Que’s lips twitched, but she couldn’t hold back a burst of laughter.

Still laughing, she took out a handkerchief to wipe Yan Qing’s face.

Whose little calico cat has been rummaging around in the stove?