Has The Live-in Alpha Stepped Up - Chapter 11
11: Really Easy to Please
An Yizhu ultimately comforted herself.
There was nothing to be embarrassed about!
In those bathhouses up north, people “bare it all” every day, scrubbing each other’s backs without a care.
All she was doing was taking a shower behind a non-lockable, frosted, thin glass door!
It was just that the door wasn’t soundproof at all, so every little thing she did could be heard.
It was just that even her movements while getting dressed would cast a blurry, indistinct shadow on the frosted glass.
It was just that after she finished showering, the damp bathroom would soon be used by Yu Guqiu, who would also shower there…
It was just that when Yu Guqiu showered, the same lack of soundproofing and hazy visibility would apply…
Ahhhh!
An Yizhu’s thoughts grew increasingly chaotic, and her face burned hotter. She didn’t understand why she was feeling this way—maybe she just wasn’t used to showering at someone else’s place.
But she didn’t dare rush through it either, afraid of being seen as unhygienic. In the end, she dawdled in the bathroom for a long time.
In her hesitation, she even borrowed Yu Guqiu’s visibly expensive body lotion and slathered it all over herself.
She tried her best to return everything in the bathroom to its original, unused state.
Only after ensuring she looked presentable did she finally put on the pajamas.
Though these were old, discarded pajamas, they carried a faint trace of rose fragrance.
It was unmistakable—this wasn’t the scent of laundry detergent or closet freshener.
This smell… was Yu Guqiu’s.
An Yizhu’s heartbeat sped up uncontrollably, refusing to calm down.
Oh no, this was a miscalculation!
It was as if she were being enveloped by Yu Guqiu.
In that instant, An Yizhu’s artistic inspiration was even ignited, her mind sketching out a harmonious scene.
[I wonder if Yu Guqiu would agree if I asked her for some art supplies.]
Finally, at the last moment, her fleeting artistic distraction pulled her out of her embarrassment.
She pushed the door open and stepped out.
There, she saw Yu Guqiu already prepared for bed, dressed in black pajamas and sitting under the covers with a book in hand.
Wait a minute—
Wasn’t this cheating?
An Yizhu froze for a second.
Yu Guqiu seized that moment to glance at her before returning to her book, saying nothing.
An Yizhu, inevitably the first to crack, immediately asked, “You’ve already washed up?”
“Yes.” Yu Guqiu gave her a simple answer—so simple it almost felt like a retort: Isn’t it obvious? Why ask if you can see it?
There was no need to ask where she had showered—it had to be the guest bathroom!
“Didn’t you say the guest bathroom doesn’t have shower gel?” An Yizhu pressed.
Yu Guqiu replied, “There’s some in the storage room.”
Right, yes, correct—when Yu Guqiu had fetched the spare items earlier, An Yizhu had glimpsed them!
And there wasn’t just one bottle either. There were at least five or six, each with different functions!
“Then why did you…” The complaint died on An Yizhu’s lips as she realized she had nothing to say.
What was there to complain about?
Yu Guqiu had simply been a gracious host, offering the more spacious master bathroom to her guest while making do with the guest bathroom herself.
Yu Guqiu seemed thoroughly pleased with An Yizhu’s reaction, flipping the page of the book she had been holding for a while.
An Yizhu tilted her head, studying Yu Guqiu. Had she just smiled?
Though the curve of her lips had only flickered for a second as she turned the page, An Yizhu felt she had caught it—the smile of an ice-cold beauty, appearing precisely when she was teasing her.
She definitely did it on purpose!
She had probably even predicted that An Yizhu would dawdle in the bathroom, so she took her time showering in the guest bathroom before bringing a book back to wait for her, hadn’t she?
An Yizhu puffed up her cheeks indignantly and stomped over to her pitiful floor bedding, diving straight under the covers.
That’s it—not another word to Yu Guqiu tonight!
No late-night chats—canceled!
She buried her head under the blanket.
Yu Guqiu’s gaze had been subtly fixed on An Yizhu the entire time.
She watched as An Yizhu’s anger transformed from a pout on her face to a lump under the covers.
The barely perceptible smile at the corners of her lips unconsciously widened, stretching into her eyes until they curved into crescents.
Moreover, this newly presented little Alpha, whose faint licorice scent had been suppressed to near nothingness by inhibitors, now carried the stronger fragrance of shower gel.
How amusing.
After a brief silence, Yu Guqiu closed her book and addressed practical matters: “You’ll need to wake up early tomorrow and ride with me. Lin Meng will take you shopping for necessities.”
“……” An Yizhu poked her head out from under the blanket.
Discussing business didn’t count as part of their late-night chat!
Fine, she’d talk to her then…
A second later, An Yizhu finally replied, “What’s the budget for shopping? Can I buy things I like?”
Yu Guqiu set the book on the nightstand. “The Yu family may be in some financial difficulty, but we’re not so strapped that we’d restrict you on daily necessities.”
An Yizhu pressed further, “What if it’s not daily necessities?”
Yu Guqiu countered, “Luxury goods?”
Her late Omega grandmother’s surname was Ai.
The Ai family, to ordinary people, was an ancient and mysterious lineage—a century-old dynasty primarily built on the luxury brand ternelle (French for “eternal”).
Renowned both domestically and internationally, their assets spanned the globe, with countless branches of the family scattered worldwide.
From the first mixed-race patriarch to the current reclusive and low-key one, their legacy had never broken.
Their inheritance wasn’t tied to surnames or even bloodline but to a vague bond of belief.
Even when her Omega grandmother rebelled and ventured into the film industry, she retained her connections in the luxury world. Yu Guqiu’s mother, Yu Ziwei, had even been approached by the Ai family due to her artistic talent, asking if she’d consider returning.
Thus, though Yu Guqiu had no interest in luxury goods, she had grown up immersed in the Ai family’s world, learning much about their affairs and the luxury industry.
But Yu Guqiu had overthought it.
An Yizhu simply said, “Of course not. What would I do with that stuff?”
Yu Guqiu treated the rhetorical question as genuine: “To keep up appearances.”
“For who? Isn’t you my biggest flex?” An Yizhu said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Yu Guqiu shot back, “Isn’t your sharp tongue your biggest flex?”
But An Yizhu had a clear understanding: “My sharp tongue is only so effective because people fear you. The stronger you are, the stronger I am!”
Yu Guqiu fell silent, gazing at the lump at the foot of the bed.
Sometimes, An Yizhu spoke like a life coach.
Just as her sharp tongue cut straight to the point, her comforting words were like a targeted sedative.
An Yizhu stretched her neck, trying to peek at the bed, but saw nothing.
Why the sudden silence?
Deliberately freezing her out after she spoke, not even giving a single reaction. A simple “mm” would’ve been fine!
So rude!
An Yizhu thought childishly.
Huffily, she burrowed back under the covers but resolved to remain polite. “I’m going to sleep, or I won’t wake up on time tomorrow. Goodnight!”
“Goodnight.” Yu Guqiu responded, reaching out to turn off the light.
Under the covers, An Yizhu peeked out again, her lips curling into a smile in the darkness—proof that a single “goodnight” had placated her.
She really was easy to please.