Has The Live-in Alpha Stepped Up - Chapter 12
12: Married Life
An Yizhu had no idea how early Yu Guqiu meant by “getting up early.” All night, she kept dreaming that she had overslept and was being scolded.
It wasn’t until she heard Yu Guqiu’s alarm in the morning that she jolted awake.
But even after waking, she was still in a daze. The moment she stretched her arm out from under the covers, she fell back asleep.
When Yu Guqiu got out of bed, she saw An Yizhu’s head tilt to the side as she dozed off again. The sight was almost laughable.
Would the people who sent An Yizhu to get close to her ever have imagined that she couldn’t even handle waking up early?
But—
An Yizhu wanted to ask: Isn’t struggling to wake up early a completely normal thing?!
When An Yizhu woke up again, she realized Yu Guqiu was no longer in the room. Panicked, she threw off the covers, forced herself into action, and rushed out of the bedroom.
There, she saw Yu Guqiu sitting at the dining table, eating toast while scrolling through a tablet.
Only the ceiling light was on in the room, making the dim light outside the window seem pitch black.
An Yizhu glanced at the wall clock—it was just past six.
Wait a minute—then what time had Yu Guqiu actually woken up?
If it was just past six and she was already at the table leisurely eating breakfast, what kind of person gets up this early?
Even back in school, she had never gotten up this early in the morning.
An Yizhu was aggrieved, but she didn’t dare say it out loud.
Because it was clear that Yu Guqiu was already working.
Of course, being a domineering CEO wasn’t easy.
This made An Yizhu think of the two female leads in ABO novels.
The Alpha female lead was a golden-screenwriter, born with protagonist aura—every script she wrote became a hit. In the main story, no matter how much the industry tried to suppress her, she emerged unscathed, even thriving under the smear campaigns.
But her greatest hobby was “waking up to the sun at noon.”
The Omega female lead, on the other hand, was a “visual genius,” a rising star who captivated fans with her looks the moment she debuted.
“Beauty sleep” was her top priority.
You two—why don’t you take a look at the hardworking female villain?!
Aren’t you ashamed?
How dare you sleep?
Your early twenties are the prime of your youth—is this the age for sleeping?
But then again, early twenties are indeed the prime of youth… and also the perfect age for sleeping.
An Yizhu’s thoughts drifted back and forth. By the time she yawned, she had already convinced herself otherwise.
Yu Guqiu had been watching An Yizhu out of the corner of her eye.
She saw her dash out of the bedroom in a panic, hair a mess, eyes bleary and unfocused.
Her pajamas were askew, exposing a pale shoulder, but there wasn’t a hint of “seduction” in her demeanor.
An Yizhu nodded vigorously at one point, even clenching her fist and giving it a little shake, then yawned and shook her head.
This half-dead, half-alive state made Yu Guqiu worry she might just collapse back into her grave at any second.
Yu Guqiu couldn’t take it anymore and spoke up: “We’re not leaving until nine.”
An Yizhu opened her eyes again, too drained to even muster a sarcastic thought. Otherwise, she would’ve said, What? You’re not leaving until nine, so why get up so early?
Gurgle—
Her stomach’s biological clock was far more punctual than her brain’s.
“Or you could come eat breakfast.” Yu Guqiu offered as a second option.
An Yizhu then wobbled back to the bedroom.
Yu Guqiu tapped her fingers lightly against the marble tabletop, assessing the impact of An Yizhu’s presence on her life.
Last night, An Yizhu had slept quietly, revealing no ulterior motives.
The room had simply carried the sound of another person’s breathing, their body heat, and the faint scent of licorice-like pheromones.
A completely different existence from her own.
A peculiar feeling lingered.
And now, watching An Yizhu casually return to what was originally her bedroom…
Her space, her life—this person had barged into all of it.
This should have been something she hated the most.
Yet, last night, she had slept peacefully.
The insomnia that had plagued her for so long hadn’t acted up. She hadn’t even remembered forgetting to take melatonin before bed.
She needed to consult the hospital about this. If she couldn’t figure it out herself, maybe the precise data could provide answers.
At the very least, one conclusion was clear: this human-shaped suppressant was definitely not a mistake.
Twenty minutes later.
An Yizhu finally finished freshening up and stood in the kitchen, fully awake.
The kitchen was spotless, but the only ingredients on the counter were toast and milk.
Opening the fridge didn’t reveal much either—just some health foods: vegetables, fruits, eggs, sparkling water, and mineral water.
It was like someone who loved life… but could also give up on it at any moment.
Hmm… What I mean is, can’t we have something warm for breakfast? An Yizhu grumbled internally as she picked up the entire bag of toast to inspect.
When Yu Guqiu saw An Yizhu walking over with the whole bag, she asked, “Don’t you want to toast it?”
An Yizhu scratched her forehead sheepishly. “I don’t know how to use the toaster.”
The kitchen? She’d never stepped foot in one.
Cooking skills? She had absolutely none.
Let alone uncommon appliances like this.
It wasn’t that she was lazy—it was just that, given her age, she’d spent most of her life in hospitals and never had the chance to learn.
Yu Guqiu took the toast from An Yizhu’s hands and operated the toaster for her.
Don’t let Yu Guqiu’s simple, monotonous breakfast fool you—she still had her own standards for the morning meal.
And don’t let Yu Guqiu’s aloof demeanor fool you either—she was kind enough to help make breakfast.
Honestly, it almost felt like… married life.
An Yizhu stayed quiet, leaning against the counter as she watched Yu Guqiu prepare breakfast for her, a smile blooming on her face.
Her gaze lingered on Yu Guqiu.
Turns out, Yu Guqiu’s pajamas weren’t the button-up shirt style but a slip dress with a shawl draped over it.
As she worked the toaster with one hand, the silk shawl slid off her shoulder.
The way the shawl hung diagonally and the slip dress hugged her figure made it look like some high-end evening gown.
The mature charm of a woman, accompanied by the aroma of wheat, filled the air.
Wait—shouldn’t it be the scent of roses?
Oh, it was just the toast’s aroma wafting from the toaster.
If every morning could start with Yu Guqiu personally toasting bread for her, then even this plain meal would be worth eating for a lifetime.
When Yu Guqiu turned her head, she caught An Yizhu blinking at her.
“What is it?” Yu Guqiu met her gaze directly, her tone probing.
An Yizhu fidgeted before speaking. “I have a tiny request.”
Was this the moment she’d make her move?
Yu Guqiu studied An Yizhu with intrigue. “Go on.”
An Yizhu seemed to steel herself before asking earnestly, “Can you fry an egg too?”
She got so excited that her voice cracked on the word “egg.”
“?”
…That’s it?
An Yizhu’s responses were always so unpredictably mundane.
Yu Guqiu stared at her in silence.
An Yizhu wondered internally, Does Yu Guqiu not know how to fry an egg either? Then another thought followed: Is she going to get mad over an egg?!
But Yu Guqiu’s actions answered the question—she took two eggs out of the fridge.
“One is enough, one is enough!” An Yizhu suddenly became modest.
“I can’t have one?” Yu Guqiu didn’t even turn around, firing back instantly, as if she’d anticipated this reaction.
“No, no! You can, you can!” An Yizhu kept her eyes fixed on Yu Guqiu.
What was going on? Was her bias too strong?
Yu Guqiu’s expression was still as cool and detached as ever, her tone unchanged, yet An Yizhu found her… adorable.
Adorable?
Was that really an adjective that could be used to describe a mature, restrained CEO?
An Yizhu pressed her lips together to stifle a laugh.
Well, she’d just use it in her heart—it wasn’t like Yu Guqiu would ever know.
While An Yizhu was lost in her thoughts, Yu Guqiu retrieved a frying pan from the sterilizer which looked like it hadn’t been used in ages and an unopened bottle of olive oil from the depths of the cabinet.
Were the preparations for frying an egg supposed to be as ceremonious as cooking a gourmet feast?
An Yizhu made up her mind—no matter how badly Yu Guqiu messed up, she was going to shower her with praise!