I Really Didn't Intend to Pick Up the Black Lotus Omega - Chapter 32

The warm yellow light in the foyer glowed softly, unchanged from before.

 

But now, it cast a beam of light on Jiang Nianyu, enveloping her as boldly as Yu Qing’s shadow.

 

Yu Qing’s kiss was far from gentle, even a little clumsy.

 

She came on strong, swallowing Jiang Nianyu’s whimpers with her kiss. Each whimper shattered against her throat, crushed by the relentless pressure of Yu Qing’s tongue.

 

Jiang Nianyu found herself overwhelmed by Yu Qing’s aggressive advance.

 

Her bl00d surged through her veins, her heart pounded wildly, leaving her limbs weak and numb. A tingling sensation spread from her neck, draining all resistance.

 

Overwhelmed, yes, but not disliking it.

 

Jiang Nianyu felt Yu Qing’s tongue trace her teeth, exploring her mouth with unrestrained abandon.

 

Yu Qing’s hand gripped her neck, her palm pressed firmly against Jiang Nianyu’s scent gland, the bold pressure unmistakable.

 

As an Omega, Jiang Nianyu had never been treated like this before.

 

A sour, bitter sensation spread from Jiang Nianyu’s mouth down her neck. Her glands pulsed, releasing a rich, fermented camellia scent like aged wine, unnoticed by Yu Qing.

 

The Suppressant Patch was damp.

 

It clung silently to Yu Qing’s fingertip.

 

The foyer was utterly still, blocking out the wind howling through the corridor and the rhythmic patter of raindrops on the balcony.

 

The inverted lamp watched silently as the two women kissed. In the cramped space, only their ragged breaths and the friction of their bodies remained.

 

I love this so much…

 

The thought had barely flashed through Jiang Nianyu’s mind when she felt a crushing pressure against her thigh.

 

The shadows on the wall shifted downward as Yu Qing silently crossed one leg over Jiang Nianyu’s.

 

Jiang Nianyu’s back pressed firmly against the wall, Yu Qing’s coat enveloping her from behind.

 

And before her, Yu Qing herself stood, completely trapping her.

 

“Niannian,” Yu Qing murmured between gasps, her hand tracing Jiang Nianyu’s neck to cup her hair.

 

Her fingers brushed against the girl’s warm skin, the faint warmth more comforting than the room’s warmth against the storm outside—like a cold, damp kiss.

 

In that instant, Jiang Nianyu finally realized that the halo shimmering around Yu Qing’s shoulders was caused by her trembling.

 

Yu Qing’s hand rested on her own head, the gesture appearing gentle yet conveying an almost desperate strength, as if she feared Jiang Nianyu might leave. Her grip tightened, causing Jiang Nianyu a faint ache.

 

Something unpleasant must have happened again, Jiang Nianyu thought.

 

A-Qing wasn’t this cheerful when she came home last time either.

 

Jiang Nianyu’s brow furrowed slightly at the thought.

 

She harbored no fondness for the concept of “family”—a term that seemed grander than the simple word “home”—and her current attitude bordered on loathing.

 

She hated anything that made Yu Qing sad. Reaching out, she gently brushed the damp hair from Yu Qing’s face. “Did you get caught in the rain?”

 

The narrow shoe-changing stool barely accommodated two people, and Jiang Nianyu’s voice landed directly in Yu Qing’s ear.

 

It was soft and tender, like the lingering warmth at the end of a kiss, reluctant to part.

 

Yu Qing seemed to bask in the moment. Lowering her gaze, she looked up. “It started raining. I didn’t have an umbrella.”

 

She appeared too drained to say much more.

 

Yet it seemed she had so much she wanted to say.

 

Yu Qing’s eyes, dark and deep as she gazed at Jiang Nianyu, were filled with hesitation, their depths inscrutable.

 

She wasn’t sure if Jiang Nianyu would want to hear her out.

 

No one would willingly take on such a burden of negative emotions.

 

Yu Qing had always chewed on her troubles alone, swallowing them whole.

 

“What’s wrong, A-Qing?”

 

But at that moment, Jiang Nianyu cupped Yu Qing’s trembling face.

 

Caught off guard, Yu Qing found Jiang Nianyu’s clear, earnest eyes piercing her gaze.

 

Her thick, dark lashes, like the wings of a raven, framed her eyes in shadow.

 

The baby-blue hue of Jiang Nianyu’s eyes mirrored the turquoise green of Yu Qingyun’s, both tinged with an unyielding coldness in the rain.

 

Yet, for some reason, the pupils in Jiang Nianyu’s eyes held an extraordinary warmth as she looked into Yu Qing’s.

 

Like the sudden downpour tonight, it caught her off guard, disrupting the numb solitude she had grown accustomed to.

 

Yu Qing realized Jiang Nianyu was willing to listen.

 

After a day of spiraling downward, it seemed she had finally found someone who could catch her.

 

Having never truly opened her heart to anyone before, Yu Qing swallowed hard and awkwardly recounted the earlier events to Jiang Nianyu. “They want me to come home… so I can celebrate my birthday with my sister…”

 

Yu Qing paused, then, needing no “sister” title, she said bluntly, “with Yu Qingyun.”

 

Jiang Nianyu froze at Yu Qing’s words.

 

The word “birthday” struck her with panic. How could she have overlooked Yu Qing’s birthday?

 

It had come so quickly, catching her completely off guard.

 

“But…”

 

Yu Qing’s ragged breaths filled the air, her voice heavy in the silence.

 

“But… my birthday is next week, on Wednesday,” she continued.

 

“I…” Yu Qing choked, images of past birthday candles flashing through her mind. “I’ve never celebrated my birthday before.”

 

From the moment she’d spoken, Yu Qing had been desperately trying to reason with herself.

 

They’re not my real parents, and Yu Qingyun isn’t my real sister. It doesn’t matter that they don’t care about me.

 

But as she spoke these words, a single, clear teardrop fell from her lowered head, landing with a soft plop.

 

“I thought that…”

 

Yu Qing had wanted to say that since coming to this world, she had lost her biological parents, and everything had changed.

 

But before she could finish the sentence, an uncontrollable pain suddenly gripped her chest.

 

It felt as if something were preventing her from revealing that she didn’t belong here, threateningly squeezing her heart.

 

The girl’s already fragile body trembled violently. Yu Qing staggered, clutching her chest.

 

Tears, which had been teetering in her eyes, now streamed down her face.

 

The rain blowing in from the window splattered Jiang Nianyu’s hand with bl00d-tinged droplets.

 

Jiang Nianyu lowered her gaze to the tear on her hand, her expression chillingly cold, yet not in the conventional sense.

 

With utmost care and tenderness, she cupped the tear in her palm and gently lifted Yu Qing’s face between her hands. “Let me celebrate your birthday from now on, okay, A-Qing?”

 

Yu Qing’s lips parted slightly, as if about to whisper “okay.”

 

But the word lingered on her tongue, suspended there for an eternity, never quite escaping.

 

The tears streaming down her face became the perfect medium, transmitting the warmth from Jiang Nianyu’s palm. Sticky, wet, and comforting, they made her reluctant to let go.

 

Yet an unnamed stubbornness prevented Yu Qing from wanting Jiang Nianyu to see this vulnerable side of her.

 

She clung to the belief that Jiang Nianyu needed her care, that she should project unwavering strength.

 

Not like this—crumbling under the weight of something that wasn’t even hers to bear.

 

When Yu Qing first saw the original owner’s memories, a tiny flicker of hope had stirred within her.

 

Though the original owner’s parents had disapproved of her being a Beta, at least they hadn’t abandoned her as an infant in the scorching summer heat, leaving her beside a trash heap.

 

But in truth, who was better off—the original owner or herself?

 

Yu Qing had been abandoned for her gender, yet she had been fortunate enough to receive a carefully chosen name from her adoptive parents.

 

The original owner’s biological parents had accepted her secondary gender, but had carelessly given her a name by simply taking a character from her sister’s name.

 

Just like the sister now surrounded by the original owner’s parents.

 

Just like the younger sister her adoptive parents had once brought home.

 

Sixteen-year-old Yu Qing gazed at the flickering candlelight, her heart filled with a sudden realization.

 

So, parents don’t withhold love from their children based on gender.

 

So, parents truly can cherish their children with unwavering devotion.

 

If only this kind of love had ever belonged to “Yu Qing.”

 

Sporadic raindrops pattered against the window, the air thick with dampness.

 

Surrounded by this atmosphere, Yu Qing suddenly recalled the day she had first transmigrated.

 

Her favorite bath bomb had dissolved in the tub, white foam engulfing her body as if to swallow her whole.

 

The stagnant air, the tightly sealed door.

 

The annual leave she had called “lucky,” which had been cleared immediately.

 

And the reagents Yu Qingyun had discovered that day, which would produce toxic gas when mixed.

 

Yu Qing’s mind drifted into a daze.

 

She dimly realized that the nightmares that had haunted her were not mere dreams, but the very real experiences the original owner of this body had endured for over twenty years.

 

Yu Qing hadn’t drunk any alcohol today, so she didn’t separate herself from the original owner, referring to her as “she.”

 

Her wavering gaze met Jiang Nianyu’s eyes, and with a damp, cold earnestness, she said, “I think I want to die.”

 

The soft, goose-yellow lamplight couldn’t penetrate Yu Qing’s eyes. Her head hung low, her damp black hair obscuring her face, revealing only skin paler than the moon.

 

It was impossible to tell whether this self-destructive impulse was a remnant of the original owner’s tendencies or something Yu Qing had developed herself.

 

The quieter the room became, the clearer Yu Qing’s voice rang out.

 

Her voice was so heavy that it struck Jiang Nianyu with sudden pain.

 

At the mention of “death,” Jiang Nianyu instinctively felt fear.

 

This wasn’t just the biological fear of death; it was amplified by the pain she had endured in the past.

 

Jiang Nianyu couldn’t tell if she was being selfish or driven by some nameless, selfless love.

 

The hands cradling Yu Qing’s face tightened, digging into her cheeks. “A-Qing, what are you saying?”

 

“I said, I want to die.”

 

Jiang Nianyu couldn’t stop Yu Qing from speaking. Yu Qing repeated herself, her voice now much softer, but her eyes had regained their focus.

 

She gazed intently at Jiang Nianyu, gathering all her self-destructive tendencies—both those that belonged to her and those that didn’t—into her own pocket.

 

The floor beneath her feet was pitch-black, like an endless abyss, dragging Yu Qing into a vortex of self-doubt. “Am I really that useless?”

 

The palpitations in her chest were even more agonizing than before. Hearing Yu Qing’s words, Jiang Nianyu’s expression darkened further. “Who said that?”

 

If Yu Qing could just name that bastard, she thought, I’d find a way to take them out for her.

 

But Yu Qing pointed at herself and told Jiang Nianyu, “Me…”

 

In that moment, Jiang Nianyu felt as if all her strength had drained away.

 

Any insignificant bastard could be eliminated, but what could she do about Yu Qing?

 

What should I do about Yu Qing?

 

“Look at me,” Yu Qing said, tugging at the corner of her mouth in a wry smile. “I can’t even do my job properly, and my family doesn’t seem to want me that much either.” She seemed indifferent to whether she appeared reliable in Jiang Nianyu’s eyes.

 

Yu Qing laid her most vulnerable self bare before Jiang Nianyu, even though her exposed state looked like a bloody, shattered mess.

 

This might be too bloody for her timid Omega at home, Yu Qing thought, perhaps scaring her away.

 

Yet Yu Qing still fantasized about Jiang Nianyu catching her…

 

“I want you,” Jiang Nianyu’s firm voice echoed in Yu Qing’s ear, her steady grip halting Yu Qing’s fall.

 

The foyer was icy cold, the night drenched in relentless rain, the windows streaked with water.

 

Yu Qing’s eyelashes couldn’t hold back the heavy tears, forcing her to blink repeatedly.

 

Jiang Nianyu had said she wanted her.

 

How could she want her?

 

How could a Beta give anything to an Omega?

 

“Since you don’t want your life, give it to me,” Jiang Nianyu declared resolutely, tearing off the Suppressant Patch from her neck with a swift motion.

 

She wasn’t just saying she wanted Yu Qing to surrender herself to her; she meant it.

 

Jiang Nianyu repeated the movements Yu Qing had made during their kiss earlier.

 

She used her knee to part Yu Qing’s legs, pulled her hand, and shifted closer.

 

With only the thin fabric of their nightgowns separating them, their lips were so similar in shape.

 

Jiang Nianyu stared into Yu Qing’s eyes and commanded, “Kiss me.”