Clingy! The Sickly but Beautiful and Strong Alpha Is a Loyal Puppy Who Needs Pampering - Chapter 10

Bei Yin stared blankly as she counted—twenty-eight gowns hung in the wardrobe.

The simpler styles included spaghetti straps, off-the-shoulder, V-neck backless, and mermaid skirts.

The more elaborate ones each required petticoats and multiple layers of underskirts.

Though varying in color and design, every single one was breathtakingly beautiful, exuding an unparalleled dreamlike elegance.

Moreover, in the corresponding bottom drawers, there were matching shoes, jewelry accessories, hats, and lace gloves for each gown.

When Bei Yin pulled open the drawer for the shorter skirts, she was even more astonished to find that safety shorts had been thoughtfully prepared.

There was no need to guess who had sent these.

Bei Yin covered her face with her hands and let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

Omegas were naturally beauty lovers, and she was no exception.

Once she had the financial means, she had indulged in buying everything she couldn’t afford before, dressing herself up beautifully.

Receiving so many dreamy, gorgeous surprises was undeniably thrilling, but it also left her slightly uneasy.

The jewelry pieces were either centuries-old heirlooms or rare luxury items from other planets—priceless and impossible to purchase.

They were far too extravagant.

Curled up on the sofa, Bei Yin gazed at the clothes before her and decided she needed to have a talk with her little leopard first.

During work hours, she kept all her communication devices turned off.

Only when she turned them on now did she realize that the clingy Commander Ruan had bombarded her with messages for hours.

Starting from 6 p.m.—

Ruanruan: Sis~ I’m already home, all geared up for the mission now.

Ruanruan: Two minutes have passed… Why aren’t you replying to me?

Ruanruan: Hmph, five minutes now. If you keep ignoring me, I’ll get mad.

Ruanruan: —I’ve decided. I won’t talk to you for ten minutes.

Yet, less than two minutes later: ˊˋ Just pat my head and I’ll forgive you!

By 7 p.m.—

Ruanruan: Hungry… But I don’t want nutrient paste. I really want to eat your cooking.

Ruanruan: Please pay attention to me…

Ruanruan: After work, will you still remember me? Still like me?

By 8:30 p.m.—

Ruanruan: The gifts for sis are on their way.

Ruanruan: Please, please don’t refuse them. Don’t say no, don’t make me sad. Just accept them and say thank you, okay?

Ruanruan: Gotta go now, bye~

Bei Yin read every word carefully.

First, she replied: I’m so sorry, I forgot to tell you I turn off my wristband during work. Just got home.

Then she sent: Thank you! I absolutely adore the gifts from my little leopard!

After waiting a while with no response from Ruan Fei, she assumed she was busy.

Switching chats, she reached out to Lin Jiaojiao—a notorious night owl who never slept before the moon did—and asked her engineer girlfriend, who was working overtime, to create a small program for her.

Once installed in her wristband, it would activate during work or sleep mode. If the other person sent a message, it would simulate Bein’s personality and engage in real-time conversation.

Chief Bei Yin figured this way, the little leopard commander wouldn’t feel bored when she wasn’t around.

……

The current mission involved rescuing the daughter of a Redskin leader, who had been kidnapped by a notorious interstellar criminal gang. The Redskin leader had reached out to Earth for help.

By midnight, the hundred-strong team led by Commander Ruan had successfully rescued the hostage and cornered the gang on the abandoned M31 planet.

Just as they were about to capture the criminals alive and hand them over to the Redskins, a thousand interstellar mercenaries hired by the gang arrived.

The team retreated to the perimeter, waiting for reinforcements from Blue Star.

In the midst of this, Ruan Fei, clad in black combat gear, glanced at her wristband.

The second-to-last message was a simple “thank you” that instantly softened those sharp, brooding eyes with joy.

The very last one arrived at 12:05 AM.

The contact name read—Baby.

Message: Going to sleep now. Wishing my little leopard victory in every battle.

She casually replied: Goodnight, sister.

But then, to her surprise, another message popped up instantly.

Baby: Sister Bei Yin is already asleep. Now it’s Sister Bei chatting with the little leopard. If you feel lonely, you can poke Sister Bei anytime~

——

“Goddammit! That cowardly dog ran away again the second he couldn’t win!”

The moment combat began, Chen Chen descended into his usual frenzy of curses and rage. His injured hand was bandaged, but his mouth never stopped spewing profanity.

“Takes any goddamn job as long as there’s star credits in it—I’ll give him 100,000 credits, see if he’ll eat sh1t for it!”

This hundred-man squad, personally trained by Ruan Fei, was the top elite combat unit in all of District 1.

Having followed her through countless battles, the team had long grown accustomed to Deputy Chen’s unhinged mental state.

No one spared him a glance. Instead, their horrified gazes were fixed on the commander, who was idly playing with her wristband.

Chen Chen noticed the tense atmosphere and turned in confusion—only to immediately cover his eyes with one hand, unable to bear the sight.

Whether it was the terrifying oppressive aura around her or the aggressive sharpness of her features, Commander Ruan was not someone who should smile often.

Yet she loved to smile—mocking smirks, cold grins, scornful chuckles, even murderous amusement. In his free time, he had cataloged every variation.

But never had he seen this one: a genuinely pleased, contented smile.

The corners of her narrow eyes lifted slightly, her lips tilting up in a faint curve, her entire face radiating a satisfaction he couldn’t comprehend.

That look, that vibe—Chen Chen felt like Commander Ruan had just sprouted a full-blown love brain on the spot.

Except… she still carried that dark, ominous energy, making her smile unsettlingly eerie.

Fortunately, the discomfort didn’t last long. Within five minutes, the love brain was replaced by her usual mission brain.

Her brooding eyes swept over the distant ruins of the abandoned residential area. “They’re all here.”

The squad snapped to attention in unison.

“Check your gear. In two minutes, we commence Operation H68—storm the location.”

“Yes, Commander!”

Chen Chen hesitated. “Those idiots may be weak, but I heard they got their hands on some heavy energy weapons recently. Shouldn’t we wait for reinforcements?”

Those dark, predatory eyes turned to him, her lips curling into a sneer. “The trash who just told me to retreat to the perimeter is allowed to stay behind.”

The rest of the team stifled their laughter as they checked their gear.

They had no idea what was wrong with Deputy Chen—why he insisted on provoking her just to get verbally smacked down.

“…” Chen Chen straightened his posture. “My physical condition is optimal! Requesting permission to engage!”

——

7:00 AM. Bei Yin woke up.

Her usual morning routine involved drinking a glass of water—beauty-enhancing, immunity-boosting.

But for the past two days, that habit had been replaced by checking her messages first thing—

Ruanruan: Then can Sister Bei pet my head?

Her: Whatever our Ruanruan wants. Come back safely, and be careful—don’t get hurt.

Ruanruan: Already hurt. My finger hurts. Want Sister to bandage it.

She guessed Ruan had sent this during a break—only a few messages in five minutes.

The last one read: By 5 AM, I’ll be back safely on Blue Star.

At first, Bei Yin skimmed past it without much thought.

She picked up her water glass and took a sip—then froze, a sudden realization dawning on her.

She hastily set the glass down and bolted for the door—barefoot.

Opening the door, her suspicions were confirmed.

Ruan Fei sat on the cold floor, her back against the stark white wall by the entrance. Her right hand, clad in a half-finger glove, rested on her bent knee as she tilted her head slightly, fast asleep.

Most likely, the starship had docked above Sector 6, and she had come straight here after completing her mission.

Her combat uniform was filthy, her half-tied black hair disheveled and tucked messily against her neck. Even her beautiful face was smudged with grime.

Bei Yin crouched down.

Suddenly, those tightly shut dark eyes snapped open, and a hand shot out to seize the wrist near her head.

But the moment she recognized who it was, the wariness and gloom in her gaze vanished almost instantly, replaced by a soft, drowsy smile.

Still holding onto the wrist, she pulled it to her cheek, nuzzling it against her ear.

“Good morning, sis…”