I’m Her Secretively Beautiful and Strong Alpha. - Chapter 5

Mu Xi looked at her, her perfect butler smiles barely holding up.

“I’d be happy to, young miss.” Halfway out the door, she had to step back in, soothing her. “I’ll accompany you through the check-up. There’s no need to worry.”

Nan Xi released her wrist and followed Dr. Anna for the examination. Mu Xi stayed by her side, occasionally exchanging polite words with the doctor to maintain a friendly rapport.

So Nan Xi was 170 cm tall. She stood half a head shorter than Mu Xi, who had always assumed she wasn’t particularly short. Yet, by ordinary standards, she was actually quite tall.

But then again, children from wealthy families might have health issues, but malnutrition was never one of them.

“Miss Nan Xi, please open your mouth.”

Nan Xi obediently parted her lips. Dr. Anna, wearing a small headlamp, carefully examined her oral cavity.

“Miss Nan Xi, rest your head here and focus your eyes on this spot—”

Following instructions, Nan Xi placed her chin on the device and fixed her gaze where directed.

“Miss Nan Xi, please extend your hand. I’ll draw bl00d from your finger.”

Nan Xi offered her right hand, but just as the doctor was about to prick it, she quickly pulled back.

She turned to Mu Xi, expressionless, and extended her left hand instead.

“Steward Mu, I’m a bit squeamish about bl00d.”

Mu Xi gently clasped her hand—her own slightly larger, enough to envelop Nan Xi’s completely.

Feeling the reassuring warmth from Mu Xi’s grip, Nan Xi steadied herself. She watched as Dr. Anna filled a small vial with her bl00d through a thin tube. Though she felt a chill, it was nothing unbearable.

Neither Dr. Anna nor her assistant found anything unusual. They’d seen plenty of wealthy clients, and eccentricities were common. Having a butler present during a check-up hardly ranked among the strangest requests.

Besides, omegas did require extra care and attention—many were insecure, prone to clinging and acting coquettish…

So, after consulting with Mu Xi, they’d even arranged the examination in the Nan family’s greenhouse garden. Surrounded by sunlight and flowers, Miss Nan Xi would surely feel more at ease.

When it came time for the ultrasound, Dr. Anna asked Nan Xi to lie down and lift her top to fully expose her abdomen.

Fortunately, Nan Xi’s outfit was a two-piece dress. She carefully pulled up the top and loosened the skirt’s zipper to slide it down slightly.

The assistant prepared the gel and adjusted the equipment.

Mu Xi caught sight of Nan Xi’s smooth, flat stomach—perhaps even fairer than her face.

Nan Xi’s body was beautiful, so much so that Mu Xi hesitated whether to look away. But she feared Nan Xi might scold her for being distracted.

Quickly, she settled on the perfect solution: staring at the display screen in front of Dr. Anna, even though she couldn’t make sense of it.

As the cold, sticky gel touched Nan Xi’s skin, she couldn’t suppress a slight frown and a soft whimper.

She glanced at Mu Xi, only to find her intently focused on the machine. A cold smirk curled her lips.

“Steward Mu, do you even understand ultrasound imaging?”

Mu Xi briefly glanced at Nan Xi’s gel-covered abdomen and answered honestly, “No, young miss.”

“Then why are you staring?”

“I thought perhaps if I looked long enough, I might learn. Your health matters above all else.”

Nan Xi fell silent, lying there somewhat dazed as she allowed the assistant to slide the probe over her belly, seemingly impervious to both the cold and the tickling sensation.

Once the examination was over, the assistant fetched tissues to wipe off the ultrasound gel from Nan Xi’s stomach.

Mu Xi turned on her Bluetooth earpiece and quietly instructed the maid outside, “Prepare warm water for the young miss,” to ensure Nan Xi wouldn’t catch a chill. Then, with a gentle smile, she extended her hand toward the assistant:

“Let me do it.”

Mu Xi took the tissues from the assistant and carefully wiped Nan Xi’s abdomen. Her movements had to be extraordinarily gentle—Nan Xi’s stomach was soft, and she had to be even softer, lest the slightest carelessness cause harm.

At the Domestic Service Academy, there were specialized courses teaching alphas how to control their strength to avoid damaging their employers’ belongings—or the employers themselves. Mu Xi had excelled in that subject.

Nan Xi stared blankly down at Mu Xi as she wiped her stomach.

Her emotions at this moment were complicated—extremely complicated.

She wondered how much of Mu Xi’s attentiveness stemmed from her role as a butler, and how much came from genuine personal concern.

The answer would likely disappoint her greatly.

And so, she hated her.

When it came time for the electrocardiogram, Dr. Anna paid extra attention. Mu Xi had informed her that Miss Nan Xi sometimes experienced emotional instability—shivering when angry or upset—and such intense emotions could easily strain the heart.

She said gravely, “Miss Nan Xi, please remove your top. We’ll proceed with the ECG now.”

Hearing this, Mu Xi immediately took two steps back and turned around, maintaining a deliberate distance from Nan Xi.

When Nan Xi looked up, Mu Xi was already standing three zhang away, as if Nan Xi were some man-eating beast, and Mu Xi the helpless lamb at risk of being devoured.

As she pulled off her top, Nan Xi asked casually, “Why are you standing so far back?”

“My apologies, young miss,” Mu Xi replied, her face warming as she kept her back turned. “I mustn’t overstep.”

“We’re both women. What’s the issue?”

Mu Xi grew even more flustered. “Forgive me, young miss, but… my rut is approaching, so…”

Ah, rut season.

Nan Xi’s gaze turned distant. In her memories, Mu Xi’s ruts did indeed come once in summer and once in winter—a particularly troublesome time…

Come to think of it, Nan Xi hadn’t caught a whiff of Mu Xi’s pheromones in a long while. For social propriety, everyone used scent patches to suppress their pheromones, but Nan Xi had always liked Mu Xi’s scent.

Recalling that faintly bitter orange fragrance, Nan Xi unconsciously licked her lips and asked with sudden interest,

“How many days until your rut?”

At this, both Dr. Anna and the assistant finally sensed something amiss.

An omega inquiring about an alpha’s rut was an exceedingly suggestive matter—so intimate it bordered on sexual implication.

The family doctor shot Mu Xi a discreet glance. She had to admit, this female alpha butler did look rather… delectable.

Tall, with striking features, and likely of no low rank—no wonder she had caught the young miss’s eye.

But to broach such a topic so openly in front of them was still far too bold.

They maintained an unspoken silence, quietly attaching the electrodes to Nan Xi’s chest one by one, keeping tight-lipped about these wealthy family secrets.

Mu Xi naturally understood the implication. As an adult working in such a sensitive profession, she often encountered these veiled insinuations—which only made her feel even more awkward.

Most importantly, she believed Nan Xi was simply a bit aloof and innocent. The question had been asked casually, without the underlying meaning others assumed.

She tried to salvage her reputation in front of the doctors: “Thank you, Miss, for your concern about your subordinates’ well-being. You’ve always prioritized the health of domestic staff, whether in daily life or—”

“When was it?” Nan Xi interrupted again.

“…”

Mu Xi gave up resisting and answered honestly, “About ten days ago—though I can’t be exact.”

Nan Xi nodded in satisfaction before turning to threaten the doctors performing her ECG: “You—not a word of this to anyone.”

“Rest assured, we will defend your privacy with our lives.”

What Nan Xi didn’t want them to reveal was Mu Xi’s sensitive period—when alphas were at their most vulnerable.

What the doctors swore to keep secret was the fact that the young mistress of the Nan family was having an affair with the housekeeper.

Mu Xi, seeing through everything, was utterly exhausted.

She knew that housekeepers of wealthy families often became scapegoats for various things—but this kind of accusation was just too…

Since this was a one-on-many private service, the test results came quickly. Dr. Anna soon had Nan Xi’s full medical report in hand.

With a smile, she congratulated Nan Xi:

“Miss Nan Xi, while your constitution is somewhat delicate, the results show no significant health issues. Overall, you’re in excellent condition.”

Nan Xi wore an “I told you so” expression, unfazed.

Mu Xi escorted the doctors to the door, then went to the living room to apologize to the waiting family psychologist for the delay. She confirmed dinner arrangements with the staff and requested a first-aid kit.

Afterward, she returned to Nan Xi’s side. “You may consult with Dr. Zhang whenever you’re ready.”

Nan Xi, flipping idly through her medical report as if not listening, suddenly blurted out, “Do you think I’m spoiled?”

In truth, Nan Xi wasn’t spoiled at all. During her five years abroad, she had refused the personal assistant Nan Zhiya tried to arrange, living alone and handling everything herself—never complaining, even when things went wrong.

But after reuniting with Mu Xi, her old temperament seemed to resurface. She occasionally acted capriciously for no reason, though that wasn’t her intention.

Mu Xi answered smoothly, “Not at all. You’re the strongest person I know.”

Nan Xi smirked mockingly.

Mu Xi responded with a composed smile. Then, taking the first-aid kit from a maid, she guided Nan Xi to sit in the greenhouse garden.

Puzzled but compliant, Nan Xi sat amidst the riot of blooming roses, their delicate fragrance filling the air. She watched as Mu Xi knelt before her, opened the kit, and gently lifted her calf.

It was the bruise from bumping into the bathtub that morning—Mu Xi had noticed it during the examination.

She hadn’t mentioned it earlier, but immediately after the physical examination, she fetched the medical kit to give Nan Xi some basic treatment.

Nan Xi felt an inexplicable ache in her chest. Suppressing the lump rising in her throat, she forced a smile and said to Mu Xi, “You’re quite thoughtful.”

“It’s my honor to attend to these details for you, Miss.”

Mu Xi applied the cool ointment to the swelling on Nan Xi’s calf, which reminded her of the ultrasound gel on Nan Xi’s abdomen during the examination earlier.

Clear and sticky, clinging to Nan Xi’s delicate stomach.

It looked beautiful.

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