After the Top Idol Omega and I Started Living Together - Chapter 50

Chapter 50

The wind suddenly blew past the mansion, and the camphor tree by the window rustled and swayed.

It seemed startled by something, swaying with unprecedented intensity, causing the light falling before the window to flicker and dapple.

Lu Zhao heard this sentence and first thought of not herself but Sheng Jingyu.

Her uneasy heart immediately tightened, and she asked nervously and cautiously, “Is… the test result not good?”

Sheng Jingyu did not rush Lu Zhao to answer her own question and first responded to Lu Zhao’s, “Yes.”

“My gland had some issues, and suppressants temporarily cannot work,” Sheng Jingyu narrated the test results unhurriedly, secretly using what Cheng Xin had previously told her, “So I need to regularly take in Alpha pheromones to stabilize my current condition.”

Sheng Jingyu gestured calmly, but Lu Zhao’s expression lost its earlier ease.

She had not expected Sheng Jingyu’s health to be in such a state and involuntarily blamed herself for yesterday’s marking, “Is it because of me…?”

“No,” Sheng Jingyu shook her head, “You did nothing wrong.”

The sunlight calmed after the wind and fell cleanly on Sheng Jingyu’s face.

She finished addressing Lu Zhao’s question and circled back to her own, “So, do your words still count?”

Lu Zhao understood what Sheng Jingyu meant and paused for a few seconds.

The sentence Sheng Jingyu said upon entering was like a delayed boomerang, circling back and hitting Lu Zhao’s hand.

But this time, she no longer worried about Sheng Jingyu’s health and instead focused on herself.

Responsibility.

The noon sunlight brightly lit the room, and Sheng Jingyu’s hand rested on the single sofa.

Yesterday evening, in that very spot, Lu Zhao had said that sentence to Sheng Jingyu.

That sentence was not something Lu Zhao said casually; she had seriously thought about it.

She was her teacher, and Lu Zhao would never slip away irresponsibly.

Moreover, even without yesterday’s events, Lu Zhao thought if Sheng Jingyu needed her, she would definitely nod.

She was her teacher; without her guidance, Lu Zhao would still be an idol who only made it through one round of auditions for face value.

Sheng Jingyu gave her a glimmer of light when Si Liaoliao schemed against her.

Even when Si Liaoliao repeated her tricks, this person firmly chose Lu Zhao and later took her to her private island, keeping her dietary restrictions in mind.

Lu Zhao thought this, and her tongue lightly touched her teeth.

The sweet taste lingered there, subtle with a hint of bitterness.

That was Sheng Jingyu’s scent, a clean temptation hidden in her bl00d that could not be ignored.

Lu Zhao’s hesitation now was not due to reluctance to agree.

It was a wavering eagerness.

Desire was like a potion brewed by the devil in hell; all relationships tainted by it became precarious.

Lu Zhao thought if she rejected Sheng Jingyu now, she would maintain a pure and lasting teacher-student bond with her, as she had told Chenchen, a reliable connection that would keep them together forever.

But she was unwilling.

She did not want to see a second Alpha standing by Sheng Jingyu’s side, entering her home.

The light, swaying gently with the camphor tree leaves, gradually fell into Lu Zhao’s pupils.

She looked at Sheng Jingyu, her eyes curving into a beautiful arc, like shining gold, “Of course, a gentleman’s word is hard to retract.”

Sheng Jingyu did not expect Lu Zhao’s response to carry such an expression and paused slightly, “Do you know what you need to do?”

“It’s just that when my teacher needs to ease the symptoms of unstable pheromones, I appear promptly to help stabilize her pheromone fluctuations,” Lu Zhao said lightly, patting her chest to assure Sheng Jingyu, “I said I’d be responsible, and I will be responsible to the end!”

Her voice carried a crisp innocence, and though Lu Zhao seemed very certain, it made people worry more.

Sheng Jingyu feared Lu Zhao agreed too easily and might regret it later, so she simply blocked her retreat, “You must think carefully. If you truly agree, you must appear whenever I need you.”

“During this time, you can only be my Alpha, and you cannot back out.”

Sheng Jingyu spoke deliberately, her eyes fixed on Lu Zhao standing across from her.

Their distance was already close, and her scent traced Lu Zhao’s ear, the breeze carrying a hint of green grape, both oppressive and tempting, unreasonably occupying the air around Lu Zhao.

One person’s Alpha…

Sheng Jingyu’s rule-setting words were not truly ambiguous but still made ears warm.

Lu Zhao did not know if her next move was excessive, but she stepped forward to Sheng Jingyu, her eyes playful, “But Teacher is already the only Omega by my side.”

Their shadows, drawing closer, fell on the window again, but this time from sitting to standing.

Lu Zhao’s sudden approach caught Sheng Jingyu off guard for a moment; this person always spoke directly, her amber eyes reflecting genuine, clean light.

Sheng Jingyu’s gaze seemed casual but subtly passed over the face so close to hers.

What lingered in her sight was a pair of bright, sincere eyes like gems.

She admitted that Lu Zhao’s words pleased her.

But then she suddenly thought of something, and her eyes showed a moment of displeasure, “Did you forget that Miss Wu?”

“Who?” Lu Zhao blinked blankly, then recalled belatedly, “Oh… I have no connection with her.”

This clarification should have been explained yesterday when she knocked on Sheng Jingyu’s door, but her sudden heat cycle interrupted it.

The topic connected to yesterday’s events, and Lu Zhao continued to explain to Sheng Jingyu, “I made it clear to her yesterday that I have no plans to date. My focus is on my career. Though Grandpa had that intention and said many flattering things about me to Miss Wu, that was just Grandpa’s intention and does not represent my own will.”

“And most importantly, idols cannot date! It’s our professional ethics. I was told when I joined the company to keep my distance from Omegas.”

Lu Zhao spoke righteously, her words firm, even bringing up her professional ethics.

But as she spoke, she tilted her head and smiled, her crescent eyes charming, “But Teacher is an exception.”

Facing the same line, one was strictly pushed outside, while the other crossed the rule’s line as the sole exception.

Sheng Jingyu’s expression relaxed, and she commented calmly, “I hope you can always uphold your professional ethics.”

Her words were light, and a smile seemed to pass under the sunlight.

Faint yet strikingly beautiful, it struck Lu Zhao’s heart suddenly.

It made her sway, like the light in her sight, for that smile.

She thought Sheng Jingyu should smile more.

Even if it was to please her.

After returning from the island, everything returned to its past order.

At two in the afternoon, Lu Zhao changed clothes and went downstairs on time, while Sheng Jingyu, as her teacher, always arrived earlier, sitting at the piano preparing for the lesson as usual.

The sunlight slanted through the window, scattering on Sheng Jingyu’s white skirt hem.

She turned slightly, revealing half her clean face, her soft bangs veiled in a thin layer of pale gold, like a painting favored by the sun.

Noticing Lu Zhao’s arrival, Sheng Jingyu put away the phone from their just-ended conversation.

She turned to Lu Zhao unhurriedly and asked, “Did Zhou Huanyin tell you about the song for the preliminary round at your team’s meeting this morning?”

“Yes,” Lu Zhao snapped back, nodded briskly, and discussed the preliminary song with Sheng Jingyu, “Teacher Zhou roughly assigned the song she drew to the eight of us during the meeting. She gave me an English song called ‘Destiny,’ a pretty famous one.”

Since many songs were called ‘Destiny,’ Lu Zhao softly hummed a few notes for Sheng Jingyu.

Under Sheng Jingyu’s training these days, Lu Zhao’s a cappella tune became very accurate, her soft voice humming, sometimes lingering, sometimes leaping, clean without straying or dragging.

Even just humming, it became somewhat pleasant.

Sheng Jingyu listened and slightly lowered her eyelashes, appreciating and nodding to Lu Zhao, “Zhou Huanyin always picks songs well. This song indeed suits you.”

Lu Zhao smiled lightly, her attitude humble.

Strangely, compared to others’ praise, Sheng Jingyu’s praise always made Lu Zhao feel satisfied.

Then Sheng Jingyu lifted the piano lid and said to Lu Zhao, who had just hummed the song, “Sing it once for me to hear.”

Her slender hand fell on the piano, and clear notes rang out accurately.

That was Sheng Jingyu’s magic; she seemed to know how to play every song effortlessly, her skill level elusive yet precise.

Her fingers on the keys outlined distinct bones, their movements clean and fluid, striking clear sounds just as Lu Zhao remembered.

Lu Zhao followed, her lips parting lightly as the prelude ended, “I can’t forget the day I met you, it was like meeting my destiny…”

Unlike the vague humming without lyrics, Lu Zhao’s voice instantly felt clear, like parting clouds.

Each key Sheng Jingyu played matched Lu Zhao’s voice, a rare synergy that made Sheng Jingyu look up at the singing person.

The drifting cool air carried the scent of seawater, falling on Sheng Jingyu’s ear with the voice.

Her eyes quietly settled on those closed lips, her heart stirring.

She liked the voice flowing from those lips.

She also liked those lips.

“Clunk.”

Abruptly, Sheng Jingyu hit a wrong note.

It was a mistake she never made, her lowered eyes hiding unreadable emotions.

After a moment of silence, Sheng Jingyu withdrew her hand from the keys and commented naturally to Lu Zhao, “You’ve mastered your breathing well. Some details need work, but they’re for future training, so don’t worry too much.”

Lu Zhao then asked eagerly, “What about the high notes?”

“They’re good too. Your true and falsetto voices blend well and sound clear.”

Though she had a moment’s lapse, Sheng Jingyu’s critique was not perfunctory.

She analyzed carefully and suggested to Lu Zhao, “But I think you can try not using falsetto next. This song suits your previous wild style, but this time, protect your throat.”

This affirmation felt real to Lu Zhao, yet somewhat unbelievable.

Rarely, she earned Sheng Jingyu’s praise, and every sentence was praise.

The sunlight gilded Lu Zhao’s eyes, brightly filled with brilliance.

She was humble yet sly, lightly stepping closer to Sheng Jingyu.

Sheng Jingyu faintly exuded a slightly bitter yet pleasant scent, somewhat similar to the one on Lu Zhao’s arm.

They had just made an obscure agreement at noon, and Lu Zhao’s fearless boldness turned playfully ambiguous.

“So, will Teacher give your Alpha some reward?”