After the Top Idol Omega and I Started Living Together - Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Light and shadow swirled chaotically, and the world seemed shattered.

Lu Zhao tried hard to overcome and suppress this feeling, but such a thing was not reversible by sheer willpower alone, like a virus invading nerves, instantly severing her connection to the outside world’s data line.

Lu Zhao’s vision flickered between light and dark, and her eyelashes grew unusually heavy.

Just one second before darkness, a pair of hands crossed her vision, a black coat impeccably straight, exuding distance yet somehow familiar.

It felt somewhat familiar…

But who was it?

Before she could think, Lu Zhao’s thoughts were abruptly cut off.

She fainted, collapsing into Chen Annie’s arms.

“Miss Lu!” Chen Annie shouted nervously, but she knew her call might have no effect.

She had grown worried when Lu Zhao didn’t return for a long time, recalling that Lu Zhao had excused herself to the restroom earlier, so she followed.

She hadn’t expected to encounter such a sudden situation.

This was the most common tactic in their circle.

Despite Alphas having strong willpower, this substance was specifically designed to suppress Alphas.

Over the years, everything had been updated and iterated, including this substance.

Although Lu Zhao fainted so quickly, this substance had no side effects, being completely natural, fast-acting, easily dissolving in water, and leaving no trace for anyone to find afterward.

Despicable.

Chen Annie’s expression was unprecedentedly serious.

If Sheng Jingyu hadn’t asked her to find a chance to attend this dinner, this child would have been ruined today.

The night breeze was silent, and a bright car light flashed through the darkness.

As soon as Chen Annie carried Lu Zhao out the back door to the parking lot, Sheng Jingyu arrived.

The car door opened automatically, and Chen Annie struggled to place Lu Zhao beside Sheng Jingyu: “Your little friend was targeted; she’ll probably sleep for a while, so take her back quickly.”

Sheng Jingyu’s expression was heavy as she carefully pulled the completely unconscious Lu Zhao close, saying to Chen Annie, “Thank you.”

“No need; I like this child too.” Chen Annie waved her hand, her face showing some helplessness. “When she debuted with you, she was practically your mirror image; it really feels like I owed you in a past life.”

Sheng Jingyu, hearing this, slightly shifted her gaze from Lu Zhao to Chen Annie and said, “I’ve asked the household staff to pack the Tang Liuli cup; it’ll be sent to your place tomorrow morning.”

This cup was something Sheng Jingyu had bought at a high price abroad years ago, something Chen Annie had coveted for a long time, openly and subtly scheming for it, but she hadn’t expected Sheng Jingyu to relent this time.

Chen Annie’s face lit up with a clear smile, and she immediately said, “Ah Yu, don’t worry, I won’t let those people off easily.”

“Thank you.” Sheng Jingyu nodded slightly.

The sound of the car door closing rang clearly across the quiet plaza, and Chen Annie watched Sheng Jingyu’s car drive away, about to breathe a sigh of relief, when a sharp, anxious voice of a young girl came from afar.

“You, you, you, you! Where did you take Ah Zhao!”

Chenchen had just driven into the parking lot and saw Chen Annie carrying Lu Zhao out of the hotel.

Through the windshield, she judged that Lu Zhao was unconscious, and alarm bells rang in her head about this person she didn’t know at all.

But the more panicked she was, the worse she handled things; Chenchen was already unfamiliar with Sheng Jingyu’s expensive car.

After struggling to park, she looked up to see this person handing Lu Zhao to another car, which then drove away!

Chenchen raised her phone high, forcing calm as she warned Chen Annie, “I’m telling you! I’ve got that car’s license plate! You can’t escape; give me back Ah Zhao, or I’ll call the police!”

Chen Annie reached into her pocket, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Under the streetlight, she looked at the young girl in front of her, vaguely recalling that this was probably Lu Zhao’s assistant.

Realizing her actions might have looked like “body snatching,” Chen Annie patiently explained to Chenchen, “That wasn’t someone else’s car; Miss Sheng took Lu Zhao away. If you don’t believe me, you can call her to verify.”

Hearing Chen Annie say this, Chenchen immediately huffed, not thinking too deeply about how Chen Annie knew Sheng Jingyu, and said, “Caught you! You said to call Miss Sheng to verify? Our Miss Sheng clearly can’t speak!”

Chenchen’s vigilance grew stronger, her round eyes glaring widely, full of interrogation: “Tell me quick, who are you! Did Chen Idiot send you? You look all prim and proper…”

But before Chenchen could finish, Chen Annie interrupted her by holding up her phone screen: “This is your Miss Sheng’s number, right?”

It seemed to be…

Chenchen looked at the number she knew by heart, her interrogating gaze softening slightly.

Then Chen Annie unhurriedly pulled up a few pages, showing Chenchen, “Since you memorized the license plate, check if this car under Sheng Jingyu’s name has the same plate.”

The numbers matched exactly.

For the first time in her life, Chenchen hated her perfect memory.

As silence filled the surroundings, Chenchen’s phone lit up, perfectly timed yet untimely.

It was a text from Sheng Jingyu: [I’ve taken Ah Zhao; don’t worry.]

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept over, making Chenchen’s legs, clad in shorts, feel cold.

She pursed her lips tightly, looking at Chen Annie awkwardly.

The streetlight’s sparse, bright light intermittently outlined Chen Annie’s figure.

She wore a simple suit, her posture straight and sharp, her slightly curled long hair fluffy and natural.

And yet, this was the person Chenchen had called prim and proper.

Chenchen’s greatest strength was not holding grudges; despite the embarrassment, she immediately apologized to Chen Annie: “S-sorry… I didn’t know you really knew Miss Sheng; I misunderstood you.”

One second she was fierce as anything, the next she lowered her head.

Chen Annie looked down at her, inexplicably amused, shrugging helplessly as if a bit wronged: “Really, no good deed goes unpunished. I took time to come here tonight, only to get scolded for no reason.”

“I’m really sorry.” Chenchen apologized repeatedly, then offered, “How about I treat you to a drink?”

The wind blew from behind Chenchen, carrying a certain scent to Chen Annie’s nose.

It was the aroma of food, far more appetizing than the meal at the dinner earlier.

“What’s this? Smells good.” Chen Annie was curious, looking toward Chenchen’s side.

Chenchen instinctively dodged, seeming protective: “This won’t do.”

Chen Annie crossed her arms, leaning against the streetlamp pole, a bit displeased with Chenchen’s move: “Didn’t you say you’d treat me? Not even sharing this?”

The streetlamp’s dim yellow light fell on her dark hair, casting a golden sheen.

The wind tousled her hair, like ripples spreading, leaving an indescribable fragrance at Chenchen’s nose.

The young girl’s nervous gaze wavered, then softened: “This, this one’s for Ah Zhao, but you can have this one; it’s mine.”

Hearing Chenchen say this, Chen Annie felt inexplicably pleased.

She reached into Chenchen’s pocket, casually grabbing Sheng Jingyu’s car keys, gesturing to her: “Get in.”

“What for?” Chenchen was confused.

Chen Annie pressed the car key twice, heading toward the flashing car lights, giving Chenchen no chance to refuse: “This place is too chaotic; I’m not in the mood to eat. Since you’re treating me, you’ve got to see it through.”

The city’s lights connected in the night, the darkness like a net covering the sky.

The passing lights whizzed by, slightly dazzling, and the person sleeping in the seat frowned tightly.

Then, Lu Zhao opened her eyes.

She woke up.

But she wasn’t fully awake.

The world in her eyes was strange yet familiar; her thoughts were all jumbled, unable to distinguish reality from dream.

But at the brightly lit window, she saw someone whose gaze made her pause in confusion.

The retreating streetlights formed streaks of shadows, draping a light golden veil over Sheng Jingyu’s profile.

Lu Zhao didn’t know what she was looking at, only noticing her eyes fixed outside, her thick lashes like crow feathers slightly lowered, as if lost in thought.

No one knew what she was thinking, but everyone wanted to know what she was thinking.

“So pretty.” Lu Zhao stared, lost, blurting out her inner thoughts in her confusion.

Sheng Jingyu heard the sound and immediately turned back.

She looked at Lu Zhao, now with open eyes, and gestured, “Awake?”

But Lu Zhao couldn’t understand at that moment.

She tilted her head at Sheng Jingyu and asked, “What?”

Sheng Jingyu likely guessed, took out her phone, and typed, “You awake?”

“Hmm.” Lu Zhao nodded vigorously, as if emphasizing her attention to Sheng Jingyu.

Then she knelt on the seat, her thoughts simple, and asked the beautiful woman in front of her, “Where, where are we going?”

“Home.” Sheng Jingyu typed lightly on her phone, then checked her memo.

“Oh.” Lu Zhao nodded.

She couldn’t quite recall where her home was or if this road was right, but she inexplicably trusted this person.

The neon lights outside reflected in Sheng Jingyu’s eyes, like gems refracting perfect light.

Lu Zhao quietly watched Sheng Jingyu, somehow starting to feel an abnormal heat in her body.

It seemed to cool down.

So, in the reflection of the car window, Lu Zhao shed her coat.

Her actions lacked logic, clumsily unbuttoning her collar. When Sheng Jingyu found something and was about to speak, the previously impeccable shirt in her view had its collar undone.

The thin fabric hung loosely, exposing half of Lu Zhao’s shoulder.

Her collarbone framed porcelain-white skin, drawing a line in Sheng Jingyu’s sight, faintly tinged with an unnatural red.

Her heartbeat seemed to break free, thumping against Sheng Jingyu’s chest.

Her expression was calm, but her breathing was repeatedly restrained.

As the scene in her view grew excessive, a dryness surged in her lips again.

A desire seemed to stir, tempting Sheng Jingyu to let things slide.

Another button came undone in Lu Zhao’s hand, and the fabric on her shoulder seemed about to slip further.

But at that moment, Sheng Jingyu calmly reached out and held the shirt on Lu Zhao’s shoulder.

Then, with one hand, she pressed a button nearby, and the partition between the front and back seats rose, sealing the back into a completely private space.

Her dry throat couldn’t make a sound, so Sheng Jingyu tapped her phone’s shortcut key to ask, “What are you doing?”

The mechanical voice carried no emotion, as if slicing the heat in the back seat in half.

But Lu Zhao didn’t understand.

She still knelt, her bright, harmless eyes fixed on Sheng Jingyu.

Then, noticing something, she held Sheng Jingyu’s hand on her shoulder and leaned closer.

Perhaps due to her lack of strength, Lu Zhao’s posture was slumped, her gaze looking up from below.

The car’s light shone directly, her amber eyes bright and earnest: “I noticed you look like someone.”

Lu Zhao stared closely, the distance between them inching closer.

Sheng Jingyu, being encroached upon, her straight back slowly leaned back against the seat.

The close breath was full of warmth, the sea breeze bold yet gentle, filling Sheng Jingyu’s world.

The reflection on the car window showed a space made private by the partition, filled with ambiguity.

Sheng Jingyu had little room to retreat; the next second, Lu Zhao’s knee pressed against her leg.

As if making a grand discovery, Lu Zhao excitedly said to Sheng Jingyu, “I noticed your eyes, eyebrows, nose—they all look like my teacher!”

Hearing this, Sheng Jingyu’s eyes showed some helplessness.

She was Lu Zhao’s teacher; how could she “look like” her?

It sounded utterly confused.

But Lu Zhao, because of this discovery, leaned even closer to Sheng Jingyu.

Her gaze wavered but locked tightly on Sheng Jingyu’s face above.

Her voice murmured, tinged with warm stickiness: “Even your mouth looks like my teacher’s, just don’t know…”

Sheng Jingyu didn’t catch Lu Zhao’s words, but the ambiguity made her wary.

As she was about to ask what Lu Zhao didn’t know, the hand holding the slipping shirt was gripped.

A sea breeze blew in, and a lychee was stuffed into her mouth.

Lu Zhao looked up from below, then kissed her lips without warning.

The back seat of a luxury car is usually spacious, and for the sake of privacy during conversations, a soundproof partition is designed between the front and back.

Driver: This puts me at ease, huh.