My Jealous and Beautiful Villainous Wife (ABO) - Chapter 25
The video call connected, and Long Xiao’s face appeared on Si An’s phone screen.
Even at this deathly distance, his handsomeness was striking, though a faint trace of bitterness lingered between his brows.
Si An, however, had kept his camera off, leaving his side of the screen completely black.
Long Xiao blinked, flipped the camera to show the classroom, and gave Si An a panoramic view before explaining,
Si An, I’m the only one in the classroom right now.
The person you heard earlier was Ye Shu. My cooking teacher for the previous class called in sick, and he was filling in.
I wasn’t aware of this arrangement and already asked him to leave.
Three simple, clear sentences explained the entire situation.
Si An rested his cheek on his right hand, watching the screen with detached interest. After the initial surprise, he had quickly regained his composure.
During their last class, a corner of the photo Long Xiao had taken of him had inadvertently captured the cooking teacher’s thick calf.
Whether the teacher was a Beta or an Alpha, they certainly wouldn’t be the slender-voiced Omega he had just heard.
Ye Shu… why is it always him? Why is he everywhere?
Si An tapped his index finger on the desk with his left hand, neither confirming nor denying his belief. He simply said softly, Turn the camera back around.
Long Xiao hummed in acknowledgment and obediently complied.
Just then, another Beta teacher entered the room.
Before even seeing Long Xiao’s face, the teacher began apologizing profusely, I’m so sorry, Mr. Long. We should have informed you beforehand. It was wrong of us to abruptly change the cooking instructor.
As she spoke, the young Beta woman bowed deeply to Long Xiao.
Long Xiao glanced at her and said, Let’s start the class. From now on, no Omegas should be assigned as cooking instructors. I’m afraid of my wife’s jealousy, and I love him very much.
Before the Beta teacher could respond, the video call on Long Xiao’s phone abruptly ended.
Long Xiao noticed the faint curve at the corner of his eye. He picked up his phone and sent a message to Si An
Long Xiao Why did you hang up?
Long Xiao It was just an excuse to get rid of them.
But the Alpha’s two messages vanished into the void, unanswered.
Even after the cooking class ended, Si An never replied.
Night.
In the brightly lit bedroom, Long Xiao, already showered and ready for bed, leaned back against the headboard, reading a book.
An hour passed. Sensing it was time, Long Xiao pinched the bridge of his nose and set the book on the nightstand.
The book’s cover gleamed with gold-foil embossing, its four large characters shimmering The Pursuit Guide.
After putting the book away, Long Xiao picked up his phone, lit up the screen, and opened a quiet green messaging app.
The pure white chat interface remained as clean as it had been that morning. Despite the hours that had passed, Si An still hadn’t replied.
Yet Long Xiao’s heart remained as calm as still water, unfazed by the silence.
Over the past few days, he had gradually come to understand the Omega’s temperament.
The Alpha lowered his gaze, his eyes softening with tenderness, and typed a few lines before pressing send.
Long Xiao Would 830 tomorrow morning work? I’ll be at your door with breakfast, right on time.
Long Xiao If I don’t hear back, I’ll take that as a yes. Good night and sweet dreams.
Long Xiao Good night, sweet dreams.
Five minutes passed after the messages were sent, but the phone remained silent.
Long Xiao switched off the bedroom light, pulled up the covers, closed his eyes, and focused solely on recalling the recipe for congee with preserved egg and lean pork.
Just then, his muted phone lit up again.
Si An Good night.
The next morning, Long Xiao yawned as he climbed out of bed.
His luxurious silver hair was slightly disheveled from sleep, but he didn’t bother with it, hurrying instead to wash up and head to the kitchen.
Two cooking classes, two batches of congee, both equally bland.
Neither particularly good nor particularly bad, just utterly unremarkable, its flavor even inferior to ordinary home-cooked meals.
As for the red date soy milk, that was simple enough just toss the ingredients into the soy milk maker, blend, and pour.
Long Xiao expertly rinsed the rice and lit the stove, his movements fluid and graceful, radiating the air of a master chef.
Yet after completing these steps, as he gazed at the simmering clay pot on low heat, he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead.
The weather wasn’t hot—it was pure nervous tension.
The tall Alpha maintained a stern expression, revealing nothing outwardly, yet his forehead glistened with perspiration.
Finally, Long Xiao sighed softly, set the timer, and turned to enter the walk-in closet.
The porridge might inevitably taste bad, but that didn’t matter. His level of handsomeness, however, was entirely within his control.
And so, when Si An opened the door, he was greeted by an Alpha whose very hair seemed to glow.
Long Xiao stood there, his expression neutral, yet his beauty was terrifyingly striking, as if he had fallen from the heavens.
Si An, having just finished washing up, had only changed out of his pajamas.
He stared at Long Xiao for two silent seconds before quietly averting his gaze.
Come in, he said, releasing the doorknob and turning to walk inside.
By the entrance, a pair of oversized slippers, seemingly brand new, had been placed.
Long Xiao couldn’t help but feel a pang of warmth. They even prepared slippers for me? I thought they’d make me wear shoe covers.
The Alpha removed his shoes, slipped into the slippers, closed the door, and followed the Omega into the living room.
Long Xiao wore a long white trench coat over a black turtleneck sweater, paired with loose-fitting gray casual pants. A pair of silver rimless glasses framed his face.
His handsome features, tall and imposing physique, and piercing golden eyes gave him an air of nobility and elegance, as if he had stepped straight out of the Western aristocracy of a bygone era.
Si An, on the other hand, was dressed in a loose-fitting beige sweater with sleeves that hung down, covering half his hands, paired with baggy gray pajama pants.
The Omega, newly awakened, still radiated a strong aura of languor.
His long, light-gold hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and a faint physiological flush tinged the corners of his eyes, revealing a rare hint of softness.
Even his usually well-controlled pheromones now lingered faintly around him.
Long Xiao followed behind Si An, the delicate scent of rose wine wafting into his nostrils in gentle waves.
The Alpha’s gaze swept over the living room and dining table, noting the vases filled with dozens of roses, all meticulously cared for.
Even the original bouquet of red roses was still blooming perfectly in the Omega’s home.
I don’t like them. They’re ugly and take up space.
Liar. He clearly adored them.