I Really Didn't Intend to Pick Up the Black Lotus Omega - Chapter 48

Yu Qing remembered reading a science article that stated fingernails have no sensory nerves.

 

But why, when Jiang Nianyu’s tongue licked the cream-covered tip of her finger, did her entire hand feel electrified, the sensation spreading down her spine?

 

The pale moonlight seemed to melt into the cream at the corner of Jiang Nianyu’s lips.

 

When she said “sweet,” did she mean only the cream, or something more?

 

Yu Qing didn’t know, her mind feeling strangely empty.

 

Her finger was coated in a thick layer of cream, stretching from the tip all the way to the third knuckle.

 

And Jiang Nianyu seemed intent on savoring more than just the faint sweetness at the tip.

 

Jiang Nianyu met Yu Qing’s bewildered gaze, her warm breath caressing the back of Yu Qing’s hand.

 

Those eyes, so close, held an indescribable mix of icy detachment and raw desire. As she spoke, she drew Yu Qing’s cream-covered finger into her mouth.

 

The fleeting, ambiguous sensation of that first lick had felt unreal. Now, Jiang Nianyu before her seemed even more flushed and damp.

 

Her moist tongue, far softer and more delicate than the cream, enveloped Yu Qing’s finger completely, leaving her no escape. She could only stand there awkwardly, obediently waiting as Jiang Nianyu savored her completely.

 

The sensation felt familiar to Yu Qing.

 

Jiang Nianyu had once sucked on her fingers like this.

 

Betas, like Omegas, crave the taste of familiarity. The more familiar something felt, the more Yu Qing yearned to touch it again.

 

She gazed at the person sitting across from her, desperately hoping to find that familiar feeling from Jiang Nianyu.

 

She hated Jiang Nianyu for keeping secrets from her.

 

Even more, she dreaded the fear of never finding that familiar feeling again.

 

So, driven by anxiety and a selfish desire, she wanted to reclaim her peace of mind.

 

“Mmm…”

 

Jiang Nianyu let out a stifled moan, the sound muffled by the “foreign object” blocking her mouth.

 

Yu Qing had acted suddenly. The moment Jiang Nianyu relaxed her grip, Yu Qing thrust her finger deeper into her mouth, even generously adding her middle finger for good measure.

 

Though Jiang Nianyu’s mouth could clearly accommodate many things, it couldn’t contain two slender fingers.

 

Tears welled in the corners of Jiang Nianyu’s eyes as she stared in bewildered surprise at the person before her.

 

Yu Qing sensed Jiang Nianyu’s confusion. Her scalding breath, trembling with each exhale, washed over the two fingers that had abruptly invaded her mouth.

 

But Yu Qing couldn’t explain her sudden burst of violence either.

 

Her fingers pressed down on the tip of Jiang Nianyu’s tongue, initially gentle, then turning brutal in an instant. Saliva, the cheapest lubricant, acted as an accomplice, enabling her fingers’ unrestrained exploration.

 

Jiang Nianyu’s third molar on the left side was slightly pointed, scraping against Yu Qing’s finger and sending a sharp pain through the back of her hand.

 

She was indeed in pain, yet inexplicably felt a strange sense of happiness.

 

The once-invincible Jiang Nianyu from the books was now completely at her mercy.

 

Yu Qing cupped Jiang Nianyu’s chin in her palm, the delicate skin-covered jawbone seeming to mold itself into her hand. That clean, refined face pressed against hers, utterly defenseless.

 

She’s mine…

 

She’s mine.

 

She’s mine!

 

Yu Qing’s thoughts spiraled into obsessive madness, her movements gradually coming to a halt.

 

The monitoring equipment, ripped from its connections, blared, its shrill alarm broadcasting Yu Qing’s erratic, chaotic heartbeat.

 

Jiang Nianyu watched as Yu Qing withdrew her fingers. Though the suffocating pressure had vanished, her empty mouth felt even more suffocated, as if she couldn’t breathe at all.

 

The room fell deathly silent, save for the frantic swallowing sounds. Through the chaos, Yu Qing noticed the physiological tears welling in the corners of Jiang Nianyu’s eyes.

 

Jiang Nianyu’s lips, reddened and glistening from Yu Qing’s rough handling, looked utterly pitiful, a far cry from the cold, calculating image described in the novels.

 

Would a ruthless, heartless female lead in a “cool” novel ever show such vulnerability?

 

Yu Qing stared at Jiang Nianyu for two seconds, her gaze heavy and oppressive, tightening around her heart.

 

Jiang Nianyu is the one crying, so why does my chest ache like this?

 

This makes no sense.

 

Without hesitation, Yu Qing gripped Jiang Nianyu’s neck and pulled her closer, pressing her lips against Jiang Nianyu’s still-parted ones in a fierce, demanding kiss.

 

The familiar weight of Yu Qing’s body pressed down on her, leaving Jiang Nianyu dazed.

 

Twenty-seven years of ingrained vigilance crumbled. She couldn’t bring herself to guard against Yu Qing’s approach.

 

This was the first time Yu Qing had initiated a kiss since Jiang Nianyu regained her memories.

 

Had Yu Qing always been this aggressive when they kissed before?

 

Jiang Nianyu’s mouth, still tender from Yu Qing’s earlier onslaught, felt particularly raw from the force of the kiss.

 

Yet Yu Qing’s lips and tongue were so much softer than her fingers, melting Jiang Nianyu’s heart as easily as the cream she had just eaten, leaving it utterly undone.

 

Should I resist?

 

Her hand, suspended in mid-air, slowly lowered.

 

She felt Yu Qing’s fingers threading through her hair, then kneading the nape of her neck, right where her scent glands lay.

 

Her reason warned her against this intimacy.

 

But her heart yearned for Yu Qing’s touch.

 

If she could just rub against me a little… that would be enough.

 

Suddenly, the hand caressing her neck loosened.

 

Enough.

 

This is enough.

 

Yu Qing had felt Jiang Nianyu’s warmth.

 

She had felt her response.

 

They were connected again, just like before.

 

How could this be anything like what the book described?

 

“A-Qing…” Jiang Nianyu gasped, her breath uneven, looking up at Yu Qing with bewildered eyes.

 

Yu Qing knew the unspoken question Jiang Nianyu wanted to ask: What’s wrong?

 

Yu Qing wanted to tell Jiang Nianyu that she had seen the original text in the book, that she had read about how Jiang Nianyu was using her.

 

A sudden sharp pain shot through her heart, as if warning her not to reveal this secret.

 

Why not? Yu Qing’s rebellious spirit flared. She gritted her teeth, determined to speak. “I want to…”

 

But the pain intensified, forcing her to swallow the words.

 

It even flooded her mind with memories of her past life in the original world.

 

Over the years, Yu Qing had heard countless sweet words, only to be abandoned by everyone who spoke them.

 

Even her little dog had abandoned her by dying first.

 

Now, the only person who hadn’t abandoned her was Jiang Nianyu.

 

Their lips remained intertwined, Yu Qing’s breath as ragged as Jiang Nianyu’s.

 

She was like the idiom about the person who covers their eyes to catch sparrows, the one who holds a leaf in front of their eyes as if it were a blindfold.

 

After all, the plot hadn’t reached that point yet, and Jiang Nianyu wasn’t wearing any gemstone ring.

 

Perhaps Yu Qing could still change the course of the story.

 

Yu Qing optimistically thought, seemingly forgetting the warning that had just flashed through her heart.

 

The moon, like a barely visible eye, quietly watched the person on the hospital bed, never missing a night.

 

But while Yu Qing claimed to have forgotten, the optimism in her eyes wasn’t as strong as she let on. Her voice, when speaking to Jiang Nianyu, lacked genuine joy. “Sister Liaoliao just told me that my Deputy Team Leader position will be approved next week. I’m just…”

 

“I’m just so happy.”

 

As she spoke, Yu Qing’s mind suddenly flooded with images of all the carefree moments she had imagined during her idle hours.

 

The scenes were so joyful and blissful that Yu Qing couldn’t help but gasp softly, her eyes inexplicably turning red. “From now on… I’ll have so much more money to spend. I’ll…”

 

“We can live a good life together, right?”

 

This was supposed to be a promise Yu Qing should have made with conviction, yet as she spoke, she looked at Jiang Nianyu as if seeking an answer from her.

 

The moonlight was too faint that night, and the room’s artificial light too bright, making it impossible to discern the emotions in her eyes.

 

Jiang Nianyu couldn’t explain it, but Yu Qing’s expression reminded her of the world’s most fragile gemstone.

 

Yu Qing struggled to maintain a facade of composure, appearing unbreakable yet on the verge of shattering at any moment.

 

When Jiang Nianyu had amnesia, she assumed her inability to understand Yu Qing’s emotions stemmed from her memory loss.

 

But after regaining her memories, Jiang Nianyu realized it wasn’t that she had forgotten—it was that no one had ever taught her how to recognize and process such feelings.

 

In the past, Jiang Nianyu had never considered emotional intelligence a necessary skill. After all, her pursuit of revenge against Madam Si required no such understanding.

 

Yet now, facing Yu Qing, Jiang Nianyu sensed something was amiss in Yu Qing’s reaction, but felt utterly helpless, unable to grasp the underlying cause.

 

This feeling was no less suffocating than when Yu Qing had pressed her fingers into her mouth earlier.

 

So, despite her confusion, Jiang Nianyu firmly assured Yu Qing, “Yes. We will live well together in the future.”

 

Once she resolved the issues within her family and stabilized the current turbulent situation.

 

Jiang Nianyu’s words tugged at something deep within Yu Qingxin.

 

A sharp pain pierced her heart, so intense she couldn’t hold back the tears welling in her eyes. In the thick darkness of the night, a single tear slowly traced a path down her cheek.

 

Is this the kind of tears people shed when they feel happy?

 

But why can’t I feel it?

 

“A-Qing,” Jiang Nianyu said, surprised that her words had brought Yu Qing to tears. She quickly reached out to wipe away the offending tear.

 

But Yu Qing stubbornly held her ground, gripping Jiang Nianyu’s comforting hand in return.

 

Unsure what she was avoiding, she told Jiang Nianyu, “It’s nothing. I’m just exhausted. I’ll be fine after a rest.”

 

“If you’re so tired, why not just quit?”

 

No one could have predicted that the moment Yu Qing spoke those words, a voice would ring out from the doorway.

 

Yu Qing’s bewildered gaze and Jiang Nianyu’s icy stare both snapped toward the entrance.

 

It was Yu Qingyun.

 

Jiang Nianyu’s expression grew even colder.

 

At the same time, she felt Yu Qing’s grip on her wrist tighten abruptly as she saw the newcomer.

 

Yu Qingyun arrived uninvited, casually placing the items she carried on Yu Qing’s bedside table. “Acheng told me you suddenly collapsed and were hospitalized. What happened?”

 

Her words carried a hint of concern, yet also seemed to lack genuine care.

 

Yu Qing no longer had the energy to analyze others’ intentions. Her voice was soft and faint, matching her words: “I was just overworked.”

 

Hearing this, Yu Qingyun’s expression turned smug. “So why push yourself so hard? Are you trying to prove you’re better than me?”

 

The condescending tone worsened Yu Qing’s already foul mood.

 

Unlike her careful consideration for Jiang Nianyu’s feelings, Yu Qing didn’t hesitate to retort sharply, “Get over yourself. I live for myself. If I were living for you, I’d be dead already.”

 

This was the truth, plain and simple.

 

Yu Qingyun’s mind flashed back to the two reagent bottles Yu Qing had left in the bathroom. Her brow furrowed deeply. “Why have you been talking about death so casually lately? Do you think it’s easy?”

 

“Easy?”

 

Yu Qing’s mind involuntarily conjured up her ending from the original novel—the ending that existed only in Jiang Nianyu’s words. A strange sorrow filled her eyes. “Perhaps.”

 

The word was spoken so lightly, it seemed to drift away with the breeze.

 

Yet it was precisely this lightness that made Yu Qingyun’s expression freeze.

 

Jiang Nianyu’s as well.

 

She didn’t know what Yu Qing had learned, only that the person before her had suddenly provoked this reaction.

 

The tears that had soaked Yu Qing’s cheeks that night had been frighteningly cold, making Jiang Nianyu never want her to experience such pain again.

 

Restraint and indifference always failed when it came to Yu Qing. Jiang Nianyu glared coldly at Yu Qingyun, disregarding all propriety as she abruptly addressed Yu Qing’s sister: “Death is never easy for anyone, Miss Yu. Perhaps you should reflect on your own actions.”

 

Yu Qingyun had noticed Jiang Nianyu the moment she entered the room, her expression hardening. “So you’re the Omega who threw the rabbit plush at me the other day.”

 

“That was me,” Jiang Nianyu acknowledged with a nod.

 

“Hmph,” Yu Qingyun scoffed.

 

“It seems my sister has made a good friend,” Yu Qingyun said, deliberately emphasizing the word “good” as she turned to look at Yu Qing.

 

Just moments ago, she had been deliberately trying to make Jiang Nianyu anxious and embarrass her.

 

But in front of outsiders, Yu Qing couldn’t tolerate anyone disparaging Jiang Nianyu. “Of course she’s a good friend. I’ve never had a friend like her before.”

 

Before the word “friend,” Yu Qing struggled to find the right term to describe her relationship with Jiang Nianyu.

 

Chaotic?

 

Or perhaps… deeply ingrained in my heart?

 

“Hmph.”

 

Yu Qingyun’s derisive snort interrupted Yu Qing’s thoughts.

 

She glanced at Yu Qing, then at Jiang Nianyu, and warned her, “Xiao Qing, you’ve only known her for less than a month. Count how many times you’ve been hospitalized, even running a fever for a whole week and unable to go to work. When you were with me, you never had such problems.”

 

This kind of pressure was all too familiar, but Yu Qing handled it much better now than before. “This has nothing to do with her. I just want to focus on my work.”

 

As Yu Qing confronted Yu Qingyun, a slender yet resolute figure stepped between them. “Miss Yu, perhaps you’re being a bit too arrogant.”

 

Jiang Nianyu had witnessed such confrontations countless times.

 

She firmly shielded Yu Qing behind her, wary of any impulsive actions from Yu Qingyun. “If you give up just because you’re tired, then why have you spent years fighting tooth and nail for the CFO position, even relocating abroad and frequently flying between multiple countries? Or is it that…”

 

Jiang Nianyu raised her gaze, meeting Yu Qingyun’s eyes directly. “You won’t allow A-Qing to achieve what you yourself have?”

 

The pointed remark struck home. Yu Qingyun’s heart raced, her fists clenching silently.

 

As an Alpha, she disdained and looked down on the Omega before her, refusing to let Jiang Nianyu undermine her. “You don’t understand. She’s my sister. I arranged for her to work at my company because it’s what’s best for her. She can live comfortably, and I’ll handle everything else.”

 

“Are you really doing this for A-Qing’s sake, or are you afraid she’ll surpass you?” Jiang Nianyu asked sharply, her voice cutting through the air.

 

Her eyes, naturally cold and piercing, carried a weight that seemed unnatural for an Omega, radiating an almost oppressive aura.

 

Yu Qing felt her head swim under Jiang Nianyu’s intense gaze.

 

This is exactly the kind of person described in the books, she thought, someone who speaks little but strikes right at the heart of the matter.

 

As if confirming Yu Qing’s thoughts, Yu Qingyun fell silent, unable to retort.

 

She couldn’t understand where this Omega’s oppressive aura came from; even her own heart dared not beat out of rhythm.

 

But Jiang Nianyu wasn’t finished. Turning to Yu Qingyun, she continued, “A-Qing isn’t an object. You can’t just decide she’ll stay or leave, or take her home on a whim. She has her own aspirations. Do you understand?”

 

Yu Qingyun opened her mouth to retort, but no words came.

 

Yu Qing, however, was deeply moved by Jiang Nianyu’s words.

 

She knows I’m not an object, she realized. She knows I’m a person.

 

At that moment, Yu Qingyun, perhaps out of embarrassment or anger, abruptly turned and swept out of the room, declaring, “I can’t control you. If you want to keep working, go ahead.”

 

“Your things,” Yu Qing reminded her as she left.

 

“This is for you,” Yu Qingyun said, pushing the door open. “Congratulations on becoming Team Leader.” She strode out without looking back.

 

Yu Qing stared at the box on the bedside table, her brow furrowing in confusion.

 

She couldn’t tell if the contents would merely displease her or make her truly angry.

 

“Should I help you open it?” Jiang Nianyu asked gently.

 

Knowing she’d have to open it sooner or later, Yu Qing decided to face the music. “Please.”

 

Jiang Nianyu handed Yu Qing her bag and casually placed the small cake box back on the bedside table.

 

With her lap now clear, Yu Qing slowly opened the box.

 

Inside lay a limited-edition canvas tote bag.

 

Yu Qing’s gaze darkened as she examined the bag.

 

Jiang Nianyu, unable to decipher the meaning behind Yu Qing’s expression, asked, “What is it?”

 

“A bag.” Yu Qing pulled out the canvas bag and carefully examined the original artwork signed by the manga artist. “It’s perfect for me.”

 

Yu Qing’s heart churned with conflicting emotions, her eyes clouded with complex feelings.

 

For the first time, Yu Qingyun had given her something that aligned with both her own and the original owner’s aesthetic preferences.

 

But what did it mean?

 

“Don’t you like it?” Jiang Nianyu studied Yu Qing’s expression intently, trying to interpret her reaction.

 

Yu Qing paused, then said, “It’s fine. I can’t say I don’t like it.”

 

Yu Qingyun wasn’t the only thing Yu Qing couldn’t quite define.

 

With that, she looked up at Jiang Nianyu. “What about you, Niannian?”

 

This was the first time Yu Qing had ever asked Jiang Nianyu for anything.

 

Her face flushed with a mix of warmth and bitterness as she gazed earnestly at Jiang Nianyu. “I got promoted. Aren’t you going to get me something?”