After the Top Idol Omega and I Started Living Together - Chapter 53

Chapter 53

For a moment, the corridor fell silent as if someone pressed a mute button, and a pin drop could be heard.

Si Liaoliao leaned against the wall, sneering disdainfully, her voice filled with malicious speculation.

Lu Zhao stopped walking as Si Liaoliao wished.

She turned abruptly, her amber eyes glaring fiercely: “What nonsense are you talking about?”

The light fell from above their heads, casting the same brightness but dividing two worlds.

Si Liaoliao flinched under Lu Zhao’s gaze, her heart trembling uncontrollably twice.

She knew this person had a bad temper, but she figured Lu Zhao wouldn’t dare act in this place, so her panic calmed slightly, and she maintained her arrogant demeanor: “What, you have the guts to cling to someone but not to admit it?”

Lu Zhao frowned tightly.

She felt guilty, but Lu Zhao didn’t believe Si Liaoliao could know about her and Sheng Jingyu, especially since even Chenchen didn’t know.

Besides, what kind of big shot would Sheng Jingyu be?

Lu Zhao’s gaze didn’t waver, and she countered Si Liaoliao: “Tell me, who did I cling to?”

Si Liaoliao sneered, seeing Lu Zhao refuse to admit defeat, and said directly: “Chen Annie came straight to the company, and you’re still pretending to be innocent? Stop acting.”

Si Liaoliao didn’t believe, or rather refused to believe, that Chen Annie would issue a warning to the original company for a worthless artist.

She firmly believed there must be some transactional relationship between Lu Zhao and Chen Annie, especially since the previous night, Lu Zhao drank the wine Chen Ruozhi handed her.

It wasn’t clear if she mocked or rejoiced at Lu Zhao’s apparent fall, but Si Liaoliao’s smile was particularly harsh.

She scanned Lu Zhao up and down with an extremely contemptuous look, her tone smug: “I never thought an Alpha like you would have this day. I really want to ask, what’s it like to be an Omega for an Alpha?”

The words were uncomfortable, but only uncomfortable.

Lu Zhao’s frown vanished quickly, and she understood, suddenly loosening the hand she clenched in her pocket.

Now, only disgust remained in Lu Zhao’s eyes.

She looked coldly at Si Liaoliao and asked: “Si Liaoliao, can your brain only hold this useless trash?”

Although Lu Zhao was the least informed party in that incident and hadn’t seen Chen Annie since it happened, she stood upright and spoke confidently: “Chen Annie stood by me because she couldn’t stand your dirty tactics.”

Footsteps echoed in the corridor as Lu Zhao walked toward Si Liaoliao.

The light fell directly on the space, adding a playful glint to her amber eyes.

Lu Zhao’s gaze was teasing, sizing Si Liaoliao up with the same look Si Liaoliao used earlier, turning the tables: “Are you using your own experiences as a template? Whenever something happens, you force it onto others, thinking everything is as filthy as what you’ve been through?”

When the dirt splashed on her, Si Liaoliao’s ease and smugness vanished, and she snapped: “Lu Zhao, what nonsense are you talking about!”

Lu Zhao tilted her head innocently: “What, you can talk nonsense, but I can’t?”

As she spoke, her eyes sharpened again, staring directly at Si Liaoliao: “You take your bits of clues to speculate about me, but I can’t use the clues I get from you to judge you? Honestly, isn’t that a bit hypocritical?”

Lu Zhao’s lips curled into a mocking smile: “Sister, as your little sister, I advise you to fix this habit of spouting nonsense. Haven’t you learned enough from the lesson a few days ago?”

“I heard your resources have dropped a lot? Several companies aren’t planning to renew with you?”

Lu Zhao spoke lightly, but Si Liaoliao, stung by the truth, denied it: “Where did you hear that rumor!”

“I don’t know.” Lu Zhao continued sarcastically, holding onto Si Liaoliao’s earlier slander: “Maybe, like you, I just guessed.”

Lu Zhao’s repeated “sister” made Si Liaoliao’s scalp tingle.

She knew Lu Zhao’s personality, so the term felt especially grating, and she couldn’t help saying: “Lu Zhao! Stop talking to me like that!”

Lu Zhao tilted her head, feigning confusion: “Didn’t you always want me to call you sister? Why aren’t you happy now that I do?”

She stepped closer to Si Liaoliao, their shadows under the light nearly touching, her voice close: “Or do you want me to admit on stage, in front of everyone, that you’re my sister?”

Lu Zhao wasn’t a submissive rabbit, nor would she swallow her pride when slandered; the one who should swallow their pride was the one slandering her.

Si Liaoliao’s face changed instantly, completely unprepared for Lu Zhao’s relentless counterattacks.

She clenched her fists, holding onto her last shred of pride: “Lu Zhao, don’t get too cocky. What’s a moment of glory? You’ve been through it before. And then what?”

“I took Chen Ruozhi from you, and I can take others too.” Si Liaoliao spoke confidently, as if planning to repeat her old tricks: “You’d better cherish these days because they won’t last.”

They say when danger strikes, the mind first thinks of what matters most.

Lu Zhao’s mind flashed to Sheng Jingyu.

From their meeting until now, Si Liaoliao had indeed taken much from Lu Zhao.

From their friend Zhou Ran at the start, to the highlight moments during the talent show, the crowdfunding votes, and the resources after forming the group…

This person had already set her sights on Sheng Jingyu once, and even if she tried to hide it, Sheng Jingyu was already exposed to her.

A possessive desire surged unprecedentedly, as if an Alpha’s possessiveness was naturally stronger than others’.

Lu Zhao absolutely wouldn’t allow anyone to take Sheng Jingyu, her eyes fixed on Si Liaoliao: “I do need to cherish it, since soon there won’t be someone like you, Sister, buzzing around me.”

“You’re singing ‘Destiny’ too, right?”

Her questioning words carried certainty, and as Lu Zhao finished, Si Liaoliao’s eyes widened.

Despite Si Liaoliao’s controversies, her voice was undeniably good.

As Wu Ai whispered to her in bed, no matter which song Si Liaoliao chose, she could guarantee a stunning comeback.

Si Liaoliao wanted more than Wu Ai did; she chose this song with a double purpose.

She not only wanted a stunning comeback but also to personally tear Lu Zhao’s wings.

The production team kept things confidential, and Wu Ai went through several connections to learn Lu Zhao was singing ‘Destiny.’

Si Liaoliao knew Wu Ai might have exaggerated to curry favor and “reward” her, but exaggeration wasn’t fabrication, and since their group kept it strictly secret, how did Lu Zhao know?

Lu Zhao didn’t know; she just suddenly wanted to test Si Liaoliao.

Who knew this person only seemed calm on the surface but was a fool inside, revealing herself with one sentence, no further questions needed.

Maybe that’s life—no smooth sailing, always throwing something disgusting at you when you think things are fine.

Thinking she’d see this face on stage later, Lu Zhao lost the urge to tease Si Liaoliao and watch her fume.

“Then see you later.” Lu Zhao waved, not giving Si Liaoliao a chance to speak, and turned to leave this irritating place without looking back.

After all these years, Lu Zhao still couldn’t understand Si Liaoliao’s mindset.

She had Lu Xu’s care and endless resources, could be a focused “little princess,” yet chose to act like a despised piece of gum.

Anything Lu Zhao had, this gum would stick to it.

The competition rules were set, and Lu Zhao was determined to peel off this gum.

Her heels clicked against the tiled floor, Lu Zhao’s steps far from calm.

She suddenly wanted to see Sheng Jingyu badly.

Lu Zhao didn’t know what kind of feeling this was.

The phrase “craving the taste” described her perfectly; as an Alpha, she unprecedentedly craved an Omega’s scent.

Lu Zhao was unruly and didn’t mind defying norms.

But she shouldn’t indulge herself to this degree.

She and Sheng Jingyu agreed to help stabilize Sheng Jingyu’s pheromones, and Sheng Jingyu was the one who needed pheromone suppression, yet now Lu Zhao desperately wanted to smell Sheng Jingyu’s scent to calm herself.

Did she need Sheng Jingyu’s pheromones this much?

Did all Alphas crave an Omega’s pheromones like this after smelling them?

“Buzz buzz.”

Her phone vibrated against her thigh in her pocket.

Sheng Jingyu’s message came at an odd yet perfect time: [Not in the observation room?]

Lu Zhao was surprised: [How does Teacher know?]

Gentle music echoed in the studio, and Chenchen waved her glow stick in the audience, listening entranced.

Sheng Jingyu glanced at the big screen showing the stage and replied: [The screen just showed the observation room, and I didn’t see you there.]

Reading this, Lu Zhao paused, then typed impulsively: [Does Teacher want to see me?]

The words were inexplicably flirty, and Sheng Jingyu’s gaze lingered on them.

As if sensing something, she asked: [Did you step out?]

Lu Zhao didn’t answer, instead saying: [Teacher, come out too. I want to borrow something from you.]

Sheng Jingyu looked at her small bag, barely big enough for two packs of tissues: [What thing? I might not have it.]

Lu Zhao was certain: [Teacher definitely has it.]

She gave Sheng Jingyu no room to refuse: [There’s a storage room down the corridor where we met last time. I’ll wait there.]

Though she said she wanted to borrow something, Lu Zhao didn’t ask Sheng Jingyu to bring anything.

Sheng Jingyu frowned slightly at the message, then relaxed.

The black-and-white text couldn’t hide intentions, and Sheng Jingyu seemed to understand something.

Even so, she chose to go.

She walked calmly down the long, quiet corridor, her shadow stretching under the dim lights.

Sheng Jingyu couldn’t tell which room was the storage room Lu Zhao mentioned, but she didn’t need to.

As she passed a door, before her shadow crossed it, the door opened.

A hand brushed her side, familiar warmth pressing against her thin clothing.

Her skirt swayed with the breeze, and Sheng Jingyu turned to see Lu Zhao’s face in the center of her vision: “Teacher, you came.”

The room was unlit, and the sea breeze slipped through cluttered items, landing on Sheng Jingyu’s nose.

She steadied herself and gestured to Lu Zhao: “What do you want to borrow?”

The hand on Sheng Jingyu’s waist tightened slightly, closing the distance.

Lu Zhao inhaled the scent of grapes and mugwort from Sheng Jingyu’s hair, enchanted and enchanting: “I want Teacher to lend me some courage.”

Another song seemed to end, and the crowd’s cheers seeped through the door.

Sheng Jingyu leaned against the door, watching Lu Zhao’s eyes flash with a smile.

Then, she kissed her without hesitation.