I Really Didn't Intend to Pick Up the Black Lotus Omega - Chapter 45

Why did I read so many inappropriate comics during my amnesia?

 

This was the first time Jiang Nianyu had questioned her amnesiac self since regaining her memories.

 

For twenty-six years, she had been proper and restrained, accustomed to delayed gratification. Even after being classified as an Omega, she had never lost control.

 

Even asking this question in her own mind felt difficult, causing her throat to tighten.

 

The little duck in her palm shook its head, as if watching to see how she would continue to restrain herself.

 

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?” Yu Qing asked, noticing Jiang Nianyu’s silence. She assumed Jiang Nianyu didn’t like the little duck.

 

True to habit, Yu Qing began to find fault with herself, staring at Jiang Nianyu’s palm and saying, “It is a bit abstract, I guess.”

 

“No,” Jiang Nianyu immediately refuted, as if by reflex.

 

Yu Qing paused, her earlier disappointment instantly halved.

 

“It’s very cute. I love it,” Jiang Nianyu said. She hated seeing Yu Qing doubt herself—she had disliked it during her amnesia, and she still disliked it now that her memories had returned. “A-Qing’s creations are wonderful. You shouldn’t doubt yourself.”

 

The little duck’s head bobbed, as if nodding in agreement with Jiang Nianyu’s words.

 

Yu Qing, rarely praised, felt a blush creep up her cheeks at the compliment. Eager to make the duck she was giving Jiang Nianyu even more perfect, she leaned closer as she spoke.

 

“Look, I think it looks better this way—”

 

Yu Qing worked diligently, foam clinging to her fingers as she carefully shaped it into Jiang Nianyu’s palm. Jiang Nianyu passively kept her arm still, unwittingly becoming a human tray for Yu Qing and the little duck.

 

The bathroom was thick with steam, as if the entire summer had been crammed inside. Yu Qing’s scent, so close and clear, filled Jiang Nianyu’s senses.

 

Jiang Nianyu glanced at Yu Qing under the soft glow of the pendant light, her gaze tracing from Yu Qing’s collarbone to her neck. The other woman seemed completely unaware of how close they were standing. Her clean, crisp fragrance drifted from her neck, brushing against Jiang Nianyu’s nose like a phantom touch.

 

The dense foam silently popped and reformed with each passing moment. Jiang Nianyu kept her palm steady, but her forearm grew increasingly tense.

 

“Okay—”

 

In Yu Qing’s hands, the little duck quickly plumped up, its head distinct from its body, and even sporting two bubbly eyes.

 

Yu Qing beamed with satisfaction at her masterpiece. Just as she was about to look up and speak, Jiang Nianyu’s hand clamped down on her face.

 

Heat surged between them.

 

They were already so close that kissing required no special movement.

 

Yu Qing froze for a moment, but Jiang Nianyu didn’t press her advantage.

 

Though Jiang Nianyu’s breath was hot and damp, her kiss was surprisingly gentle, brushing softly against Yu Qing’s lips as if savoring something precious.

 

This feeling of being cherished left Yu Qing unsure how to react.

 

She had never been cherished before. Her fingers touched the foam, and she found herself enveloped by the soft substance.

 

But just then, Yu Qing remembered the lack of any real relationship between her and Jiang Nianyu. She quickly reminded her, “The duck, the duck…”

 

“It’s fine.”

 

Jiang Nianyu didn’t stop. With calm assurance, she placed the foam duck on Yu Qing’s head.

 

Though the object was weightless, Yu Qing felt her body rooted in place.

 

Yu Qing, her hands covered in foam, reached out and took Jiang Nianyu’s hand, prying it open and locking their fingers together.

 

Yu Qing’s palm was warm against Jiang Nianyu’s, causing her gaze to falter.

 

Initially, Jiang Nianyu had believed it was Yu Qing’s scent that had drawn her in, the amnesiac woman. But now she realized it was far more complex than that.

 

Jiang Nianyu wasn’t sure if this counted as the “old house on fire” that her assistant, Lin Sui, always talked about. At twenty-six, she wasn’t exactly old, yet she felt herself suddenly consumed by an all-consuming blaze, just as Lin Sui had described—meeting someone and recklessly burning for them.

 

Burning clean.

 

Burning fiercely.

 

Yu Qing’s cheek pressed against her palm, as if Jiang Nianyu held the woman’s entire being in her hand.

 

The quiet surface of the bathtub rippled with soft splashes. Listening to their intertwined breaths, Jiang Nianyu felt herself surrendering completely to the person before her.

 

This is madness, she thought, her fingers threading through the damp hair at the nape of Yu Qing’s neck.

 

She disliked the clammy sensation of wet hair, yet she couldn’t bear to pull away. Each caress carried an almost imperceptible possessiveness.

 

This Beta was hers.

 

And hers alone.

 

Jiang Nianyu took a deep breath and pushed Yu Qing’s tongue back into her throat, forcing the woman who couldn’t smell camellias to swallow.

 

Instantly, Yu Qing felt her entire body burning up.

 

Her body, softened by the hot water, leaned forward uncontrollably, the Beta acting anything but Beta-like.

 

Jiang Nianyu stopped.

 

Her control had failed, and her delayed gratification skills were woefully inadequate.

 

She watched Yu Qing, dazed and flushed, her eyes glazed over, and felt a pang of annoyance.

 

But even more overwhelming was the Omega’s insatiable greed—the kind that, once tasted, lingered in her mind, demanding to be relived again and again, never tiring.

 

Suppressing the frantic thoughts in her head, Jiang Nianyu stroked Yu Qing’s cheek, searching for an excuse to escape. “Relax and soak. I’ll go check on Siqing next door.”

 

In this intimate setting, leaving Yu Qing alone seemed strange.

 

Yet, for some reason, hearing Jiang Nianyu mention Siqing didn’t bother Yu Qing at all.

 

It was as if she genuinely trusted Jiang Nianyu, confident she wouldn’t leave her.

 

Yu Qing naively believed Jiang Nianyu was only acting this way because she had mentioned Siqing earlier, and Jiang Nianyu had simply remembered her words.

 

Yu Qing didn’t object, nodding to Jiang Nianyu. “Go ahead. The child must be terrified.”

 

Though she couldn’t quite understand why.

 

Just as Yu Qing expressed her concern for Siqing, mirroring Jiang Nianyu’s own, Jiang Nianyu’s hand, which had been caressing her cheek, suddenly tightened into a brief, firm pinch. “Enjoy your bath,” she said. “Don’t think about her.”

 

It felt odd.

 

Still, Yu Qing obediently nodded.

 

She watched Jiang Nianyu turn and leave, the small bathroom instantly feeling empty again, leaving her alone.

 

The moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the tranquil, shimmering bathwater.

 

From outside, the moon watched Yu Qing slowly slide down in the tub until only half her face remained above the surface, the little rubber ducky bobbing gently on her head in the moonlight.

 

No one could see how flushed Yu Qing’s face was beneath the water.

 

She simply felt happy, her eyes sparkling with girlish delight, curving into a radiant smile.

 

Bubbles gurgled up from beneath the surface, one after another, dense and fervent.

 

The moonlight cast Yu Qing’s shadow on the wall, transforming her into a volcanic island brimming with heat, poised to erupt at any moment.

 

 

Knock, knock, knock.

 

The sound of knocking echoed through the room, mingling with the lingering scent of smoke.

 

Hearing the knock, Jiang Siqing immediately wiped her face in the mirror, erasing any trace of tears. She walked to the door and asked, “Who is it?”

 

“It’s me,” Jiang Nianyu replied coolly.

 

Though Jiang Siqing had expected this voice, she couldn’t help but frown. She opened the door reluctantly. “What do you want?”

 

“Just checking to see how you’re doing,” Jiang Nianyu said with detached indifference, stepping inside as if she were visiting Jiang Siqing’s home.

 

“Don’t think that just because I ate your food, you can come here to gloat,” Jiang Siqing retorted, following Jiang Nianyu stubbornly.

 

Jiang Nianyu glanced casually at Jiang Siqing before turning her attention to the starkly empty apartment, far colder than Yu Qing’s home.

 

On the coffee table, which doubled as a dining table, lay the remains of the meal Jiang Siqing had delivered earlier: a large box of braised chicken wings, more than half of which had been eaten.

 

Seeing this, Jiang Nianyu held out her hand. “Then pay me for the food.”

 

Jiang Siqing had no money to pay for the meal, leaving her speechless and defeated.

 

This familiar sense of being manipulated brought back memories of the first time she had reluctantly eaten Jiang Nianyu’s food as a child.

 

Back then, Siqing had stubbornly argued, only to have Jiang Nianyu silence her with a single, decisive remark.

 

Jiang Nianyu always had so many tricks up her sleeve, dealing with Siqing’s malicious intentions in ways that never repeated themselves.

 

Each encounter left Siqing with a psychological scar she couldn’t forget.

 

If you really can’t handle it, just go home.

 

This season’s haute couture shows are almost over, aren’t they? Why not fly to P Country to take a look?

 

As these thoughts swirled in Siqing’s mind, Jiang Nianyu’s voice suddenly echoed in her ears.

 

The voice was too familiar, and its words struck directly at Siqing’s soft spot.

 

She hadn’t bought any haute couture this season, and she knew she’d inevitably be outshone at the year-end gatherings.

 

The thought of those young ladies from the Zhang and Li families made Siqing clench her fists.

 

Jiang Nianyu sat gracefully on the sofa, watching her wavering sister.

 

Moonlight bathed her face, lending her an air of serene composure.

 

But then, the quiet living room was shattered by the resolute declaration of a certain young heiress: “I’m not going back! I’ll show them I’m not their pampered little pet. I have my own life!”

 

Siqing’s unwavering tone didn’t surprise Jiang Nianyu.

 

From childhood, Siqing had never known restraint. Her parents had doted on her, raising her as a pampered princess who had never faced adversity.

 

The only setbacks she had likely experienced were the consequences of provoking Jiang Nianyu, a lesson she learned the hard way. After that, she became much more cautious when dealing with Jiang Nianyu.

 

The caged bird, Miss Siqing, always held an idealistic view of life.

 

Watching Jiang Siqing’s fiery determination, Jiang Nianyu silently wondered, If I could pursue my own life, what would it be like?

 

Probably nothing special.

 

Ever since her mother’s mysterious death at the Si Family’s estate, Jiang Nianyu’s life had been inextricably tied to theirs.

 

Even earlier than that.

 

At the mere thought of the Jiang and Si Families, Jiang Nianyu’s eyes subtly turned cold. “Are you absolutely certain they can’t find you?”

 

If she were discovered, it was impossible to say whether it would implicate Jiang Nianyu, or even Yu Qing.

 

“Of course,” Jiang Siqing declared confidently, even sounding a bit smug. “My running away was meticulously planned; all I needed was your final push. I left behind my cards, phone, and anything else that could be used to track me. I didn’t tell any of my friends where I was going.”

 

“Besides, they’re much more desperate to find you right now. My informants at the company tell me they’re searching for you far more intensely than they are for me.”

 

“What to do? I’m suddenly a little jealous of you, Sister.”

 

Jiang Siqing’s eyes darted around, her chestnut irises gleaming like impure gold, betraying a mischievousness she couldn’t hide when she smiled. “So, Sister,” she said, “instead of worrying about me being discovered, you should worry about yourself.”

 

Under the harsh glare of a cheap fluorescent light, the two Omegas locked eyes.

 

Faced with Jiang Siqing’s insubordinate stare, Jiang Nianyu merely narrowed her eyes. Her cold gaze carried far more weight than Jiang Siqing’s deliberate provocation. “When did you start meddling in these affairs?” she asked, her tone indifferent.

 

“Because I want Sister to come home sooner, so we can have our own little world together!” Jiang Siqing declared bluntly.

 

This girl kept calling her “Sister, Sister,” but this “Sister” was not the same as the one she meant.

 

Jiang Nianyu’s gaze, which had just lifted, suddenly darkened. It seemed Yu Qing’s affairs mattered more to her than the situation at home.

 

“Our own little world?” Jiang Nianyu repeated, her voice colder than before. “Do you really like A-Qing?”

 

“Do you even know what ‘like’ means?”

 

Jiang Nianyu hoped these questions would make Jiang Siqing understand the situation and stop acting like a spoiled heiress. Yu Qing wasn’t an object to be possessed.

 

Jiang Siqing’s response was far more straightforward than Jiang Nianyu’s subtle hint. “If I like someone, I just like them,” she declared matter-of-factly, her voice ringing with conviction.

 

“Cowards are the ones who weigh pros and cons, analyze why they like someone, or even why they shouldn’t like them. I, Jiang Siqing, am no coward!”

 

This was the first time Jiang Siqing had faced Jiang Nianyu’s question without hesitation, launching a direct counterattack.

 

The cheap lightbulb offered no soft transition, its harsh glare causing discomfort after prolonged exposure.

 

Jiang Nianyu’s gaze lingered on the young girl’s blunt words, as if struck by something that had stopped her heart from beating.

 

Perhaps her amnesia had stripped away all external considerations, revealing her truest self—a self that acted without hesitation, driven solely by instinct.

 

 

As night fell, the entire city grew quiet.

 

Since she had to work the next day, Yu Qing prepared for bed early.

 

With the downstairs lights off, the second floor appeared to float like an island in the air. Yu Qing lay on her half of the bed, illuminated only by the dim glow of a nightlight.

 

Just as she called Jiang Nianyu over, she watched as Jiang Nianyu walked straight toward the closet she had never liked.

 

Yu Qing was momentarily stunned. “Huh?”

 

Jiang Nianyu paused, turning to look at Yu Qing. “Is something wrong?”

 

“No, nothing,” Yu Qing quickly shook her head, forcing a dry smile. “I just thought you’d sleep with me tonight.”

 

“Before… whenever something happened during the day, you’d always sleep with me at night.”

 

Yu Qing spoke awkwardly, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

 

She couldn’t quite explain it, but Jiang Nianyu felt subtly different today from the Niannian she remembered. It was as if… the little bird she had been nurturing had suddenly grown up.

 

Yu Qing found her own metaphor strange. She patted her pillow, pulled it to the center of the bed, and filled the space she had deliberately left empty on the other side.

 

“Since Niannian wants to sleep in the closet tonight, A-Qing gets the whole big bed to herself!” Yu Qing maintained an unreadable smile as she rolled to the middle of the bed under Jiang Nianyu’s watchful gaze.

 

This night doesn’t feel like it will be easy to sleep through, Yu Qing thought, lying alone with a strange premonition.

 

The tiny room was eerily quiet. The shadow pressed against the wall seemed to rewind, retreating from the closet and advancing toward Yu Qing’s bed.

 

Suddenly, Yu Qing felt the blanket covering her stomach being tugged up at one corner. A familiar warmth brushed against her cheek.

 

“How could A-Qing hog the whole bed?” Jiang Nianyu leaned closer, squeezing onto the same pillow as Yu Qing.