After leaving scumbag A, I Found a Happy Ending with a Flirtatious Beauty (GL , ABO) - Chapter 8

He Yu immediately put on a perfectly natural smile and pretended to pour more wine into Shen Qiaoyi’s glass.

“Yiyi, same as always. I’ll drink half for you.”

As Shen Qiaoyi sat back down, she noticed something was off the moment her gaze fell on the table.

She had a habit of memorizing the placement of her things whenever she left her seat, a skill she developed thanks to her parents. As a child, she loved watching cartoons, but her parents were strict and only allowed it when they weren’t home.

Being clever, she would turn off the TV and rush to her desk the moment she heard the door.

Eventually, her parents caught on. Her mother started deliberately placing the remote in specific positions, so even the smallest movement would give her away. From then on, Qiaoyi trained herself to detect even the slightest changes in object placement.

The wine glass on the table looked untouched, but the subtle shift in its position told her it had been moved.

Combined with what she overheard earlier near the elevator, Shen Qiaoyi was certain: He Yu had drugged the drink.

“I really can’t handle alcohol,” Shen Qiaoyi said, acting helpless. She leaned forward against the table, raising her elbow to block the rotating lights from above. In that moment of distraction, she swiftly swapped her wine glass with He Yu’s. Then, still slouched, she waved weakly. “Spare me this time. I’ll treat everyone to afternoon tea tomorrow.”

Someone in the crowd shouted, “No way. You lost, you drink.”

He Yu smiled and tugged her upright, then picked up what she believed was her own glass.

“I’ll go first.”

Shen Qiaoyi watched the wine level drop as He Yu tilted the glass. Relaxing against the couch, she smiled with quiet satisfaction.

“Yiyi, I drank my half,” He Yu declared proudly, flipping the empty glass to show not a drop remained.

Shen Qiaoyi leaned forward, wrapping her fingers around the remaining glass and smiling brightly.

“Then I guess I have no choice but to accept my punishment.”

Just as her lips brushed the rim, a force knocked the glass aside. Her wrist jolted, and the wine splashed across her dress.

“I’m so sorry,” someone said in a hurry, pulling out a towel to dab the spill. “I didn’t mean to get your dress dirty.”

Shen Qiaoyi paused mid-motion.

That voice… why did it sound so familiar?

She looked up, surprised to meet a pair of cold, aloof black eyes.

“You…” she whispered, startled.

Furious that her plan had failed, He Yu snapped at Lu Zhiyuan.

“Do you not have eyes? You can’t even hold a tray properly. Go call your manager right now.”

Lu Zhiyuan bowed slightly, her expression blank as she began wiping the table.

He Yu clearly wasn’t going to let it go and started yelling louder, threatening to file a complaint.

Shen Qiaoyi crouched down beside her and gently pressed her hand on Lu Zhiyuan’s.

“It’s fine. We’ll clean up ourselves.”

He Yu’s face stiffened. Her voice faltered.

Since Shen Qiaoyi, the one directly affected, wasn’t making a fuss, what else could she say?

One plan failed. Time for another.

He Yu forced a smile.

“Yiyi, you all keep playing. I’ll go grab a few more bottles.”

Shen Qiaoyi kept her head down and said nothing. Lu Zhiyuan, still wiping the table, leaned subtly closer and murmured near her ear in a hushed breath.

“Don’t drink it. The wine’s been tampered with.”

Startled, Shen Qiaoyi turned to her, but before she could respond, Lu Zhiyuan spoke up in a more formal tone.

“Miss, I think you should freshen up in the restroom.”

Shen Qiaoyi nodded slowly. “Good idea. I’ll go wash the stain out.”

She lifted the hem of her dress and headed for the exit. But after just a few steps, she turned back and walked directly toward Lu Zhiyuan. She came so close that the tips of their shoes touched, and then finally stopped.

Smiling with a soft breath, she leaned in and whispered.

“Could I borrow something to wear?”

The sweet scent of fruit-infused wine drifted into the air. Lu Zhiyuan snapped out of her daze a second too late.

“Y-yes. Of course.”

Five minutes later, Lu Zhiyuan stood frozen outside the Omega-only restroom, holding a folded uniform in her arms. She couldn’t move forward, couldn’t walk away, and her expression had long passed the stage of simple awkwardness.

She glanced around nervously. Thankfully, most rooms on the second floor had private bathrooms, so there weren’t many people coming or going.

She had been waiting a while when the door finally opened just a crack, and Shen Qiaoyi peeked out.

Because she was facing away, Lu Zhiyuan couldn’t see her face, but her voice was soft and coy.

“Zhiyuan, can you come in for a second?”

“This… I don’t think it’s appropriate. This is the Omega restroom…” Lu Zhiyuan stammered, her ears burning. “I’ll just leave the clothes here and go.”

“Wait, don’t go.”

Shen Qiaoyi’s voice suddenly turned quiet, tinged with a hint of tears.

“My zipper’s stuck.”

Lu Zhiyuan stood frozen in place.

Then came the sound of light sobbing.

“It’s okay. You can go. I’ll just stay here all night. It’s cold anyway. At worst, I’ll catch a chill. I’ve got cold medicine at home…”

She cried softly, but her eyes remained dry. Her lips, however, curled into a sly little grin.

After a long moment of inner struggle, Lu Zhiyuan finally let out a defeated sigh and took a step back toward the door.

A pale hand reached out through the gap, gently hooked her index finger, and gave it a playful tug.

“Zhiyuan, come on in…”

Lu Zhiyuan had no strength to resist.

It took no effort at all for Shen Qiaoyi to slowly pull her in by that one finger and gently lock the door behind them.

Lu Zhiyuan’s tall frame blocked the slant of light from overhead, casting the already narrow space into deeper shadow.

The air inside shifted, becoming quiet, warm, and charged with tension.

The room was too small. As Lu Zhiyuan shifted awkwardly, her fingers brushed against a surface so smooth it startled her.

It was warmer than silk, softer than the top-tier fabrics shipped from France for her personal wardrobe.

Only after a second of shock did she realize it wasn’t fabric at all.

It was Shen Qiaoyi’s bare skin.

Her red dress had a plunging neckline, and the zipper in the back had gotten stuck halfway. The fabric had slid down her shoulders, leaving her back exposed to the cool air.

Lu Zhiyuan quickly pulled her hands back, carefully avoiding the Omega’s skin as she stepped backward until her back was pressed against the wall.

“Zhiyuan…” Shen Qiaoyi lowered her head slightly, revealing the zipper at the back of her neck. “This dress is really tight, and I can’t reach behind me. Can you help me unzip it?”

Lu Zhiyuan hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly lifted her hands and placed them at the back of Qiaoyi’s neck.

She leaned forward slightly, gathering the Omega’s hair and pulling it gently over her shoulder. Her fingertips moved down to Qiaoyi’s waist as she brought the sides of the fabric together and carefully pulled the zipper down.

Her fingers brushed against Qiaoyi’s bare skin. The touch was soft, smooth, and sent a subtle jolt through her, like a quiet current running just beneath the surface.

It was warm and ticklish, impossible to avoid or ignore. Shen Qiaoyi nearly let out a soft sound but bit her lip in time, holding back any pheromones from escaping.

As the zipper slipped past her waist, Lu Zhiyuan’s palm briefly rested against the small of her back.

A soft hum escaped Qiaoyi’s lips. Her teeth left faint marks on her lower lip. The contrast between her red top lip and the pale one below made her look even more enticing.

That gentle sound stirred something deep inside Lu Zhiyuan, shaking loose the restraint she had tried so hard to maintain.

Shen Qiaoyi looked up with watery eyes, her voice light and sweet.

“Is it done?”

Lu Zhiyuan held her breath and fought to stay calm.

“Lift your arms a bit higher.”

The small restroom left them with little space. When Shen Qiaoyi raised her arms, her body pressed tightly against Lu Zhiyuan’s. The heat between them became impossible to ignore.

The sound of fabric sliding against skin filled the silence. Finally, the zipper reached the bottom of the dress.

“It’s done,” Lu Zhiyuan said. She steadied her breath and quickly placed her hands by her side.

Shen Qiaoyi moved slightly, and the red dress slipped off her body, pooling at her feet.

Lu Zhiyuan had no time to look away. Everything from the Omega’s collarbone down was completely exposed in front of her.

Her breath caught. She turned her head away in a panic, her heart pounding fast and loud.

“I left the clothes on the shelf. I should go now.”

Just as she reached for the door, they heard someone enter from outside. A bucket knocked into something, and the sound of cleaning supplies echoed through the restroom. The cleaning staff had arrived.

Shen Qiaoyi looked down at her bare body, her cheeks slowly flushing pink.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

The restroom stalls were separated by wooden dividers, high at the top but open at the bottom. Anyone paying attention could easily see two pairs of feet standing very close together.

Too close.

The footsteps outside got louder. They could even hear the cleaning lady humming a tune as she walked.

Without warning, Shen Qiaoyi jumped forward and wrapped herself around Lu Zhiyuan. Her arms clung to her neck, and her legs locked tightly around her waist.

Lu Zhiyuan froze. She felt a soft, cool weight land in her arms, like holding a light cloud after a summer rain.

Her entire body stiffened. She didn’t move. She barely even breathed.

“What are you doing?” she asked, voice tight and quiet.

Shen Qiaoyi gently pressed a finger to her lips.

“Be quiet. Someone’s out there.”

Lu Zhiyuan stood upright like a stretched bowstring, feeling like she could snap at any second.

“Hold me,” Shen Qiaoyi whispered, her eyes soft and full of charm.

Lu Zhiyuan took a long breath. After what felt like forever, she finally answered.

“No.”

Shen Qiaoyi lowered her gaze. Her voice turned soft and trembling.

“But I’m going to fall.”