My Jealous and Beautiful Villainous Wife (ABO) - Chapter 41
Si An gazed at Long Xiao’s completely unperturbed expression, his heart suddenly deflating.
In that moment, he felt a sudden, undeniable certainty he and Long Xiao were fundamentally different.
When it came to love, Si An was filled with suspicion and caution, forced to weigh every consequence before acting. In the end, he chose to bind loyalty with a contract, like tethering a faithful dog. Yet even with this meticulous plan, things hadn’t gone smoothly.
Meanwhile, this naturally superior dragon faced no obstacles in his path. Perhaps Si An himself was the greatest obstacle to Long Xiao’s pursuit of love… Long Xiao charged forward without hesitation.
Determined, persistent, and utterly unreserved.
Si An closed his eyes briefly, withdrawing the sharpness from his gaze. His sharp features softened, returning to their usual calm.
The stifling corner of his heart felt like it had been doused with a bucket of cold water, washing away the dark, festering thoughts that had taken root there.
He turned his head away, avoiding Long Xiao’s gaze, and stared straight ahead. His clear, crisp voice carried lightly,
Long Xiao, have you never experienced disappointment in your life?
As the agitation in Si An’s heart subsided, curiosity began to stir. Even he, who had grown up with privilege, had faced setbacks.
After taking control of the Si Clan, he developed an even greater tendency toward suspicion and always planned for the worst-case scenario before acting. Si An didn’t see this as a flaw he called it necessary caution.
Even someone with an otherwise smooth and successful life would find it difficult to pursue love with such unwavering determination and to harbor such unwavering confidence in the future.
Before Long Xiao could respond, Si An added calmly, Long Xiao, I don’t like you yet.
As the Omega’s words fell, the red light ahead suddenly turned green. The yellow light flashed twice before the green light illuminated.
Long Xiao pressed the accelerator, and amidst the roar of the engine, the Alpha’s deep, magnetic voice came through calmly, Mm, I know.
Being rejected by Si An was nothing new for Long Xiao.
His emotions remained calm, showing no surprise. In fact, facing the Omega’s deliberate provocation, a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.
It doesn’t matter. You’ll come to like me, Si An.
I’ll be a good husband, a good partner, a good father. Apart from lacking fur, I’m quite likable.
I’ll surpass all your suitors, leaving you no choice but to choose me.
Si An, I’m not unfamiliar with setbacks. It’s just that my resolve toward you is unwavering.
As Long Xiao spoke, his voice remained steady and even, as if he had already foreseen the future. Each word struck Si An’s ears like a hammer blow.
The Alpha’s long, silver-white lashes drooped slightly, casting a diagonal shadow from his high, straight nose across his cheek.
Long Xiao’s certainty was absolute, his resolve hidden beneath a veneer of gentleness. To mistake it for water would be to discover it was actually an unyielding iron wall.
Most Omegas, seeing Long Xiao in this state, would find it nearly impossible to doubt him. His status was so lofty that power was merely a stepping stone beneath his feet. Having been born with everything, how could anyone possibly resist such an Alpha?
But Si An was different. He too had been born with everything. Thus, Si An merely widened his eyes slightly.
He rubbed his ear, incredulous yet undeniably having heard the words himself.
After a two-second silence, he found the situation amusing. His eyes curved into a slight smile. Very well, let’s see what you’ve got.
Pull over.
With these two curt words, the Alpha gentlemanly guided the car to the side of the road.
Once the car had come to a complete stop, Long Xiao turned to face Si An, a hint of confusion in his golden eyes.
What now? What’s next?
Si An crossed his arms, turned his head to meet Long Xiao’s gaze, and lifted his eyelids halfway.
Take me home and make me a bowl of yangchun noodles.
Originally, Si An had planned to formally reject Long Xiao’s advances tonight at the restaurant where they had shared their first meal together.
His heart wasn’t made of iron he felt a slight fondness and cared for Long Xiao to some extent. But compared to these emotions, his life was more important.
If his Pheromone Disorder couldn’t be cured, it would plague him for life. Therefore, a partner who couldn’t help him was out of the question.
However, the Alpha’s earlier response had thrown his plans into disarray.
Rather than dwell on these foolish vows and unprovable declarations of love, he decided to start with a simple bowl of noodles.
If he were to become a proper husband, the least he could do was feed his hungry wife.
But after Si An spoke, Long Xiao didn’t respond immediately.
Silence hung in the air for several seconds. Si An raised his eyes, displeasure evident.
What’s the problem?
Under Si An’s gaze, Long Xiao silently restarted the car and turned back.
…Nothing. It’s just… I don’t know how to make yangchun noodles.
The Alpha, who had been so composed and confident just moments ago, now spoke softly, as if afraid of angering the Omega again. Though his tone remained flat, it carried an inexplicable air of helplessness.
Si An pressed down the corners of his lips, closed his eyes again, lowered the chair, and settled into a comfortable nap. He replied lazily,
Then what can you do?
……
Century egg and lean meat congee? Red date soy milk?
……Hah.
…I’ll learn. Just give me some time.
After Long Xiao finished speaking, Si An remained silent.
He actually believed the Alpha’s words.
Si An’s Home
In the brightly lit dining room, the warm yellow pendant lights cast a soft glow.
Si An sat on a high stool at the bar, his long legs crossed casually. Long Xiao, wearing an apron, was frying eggs.
Having already taken cooking lessons, Long Xiao’s movements appeared smooth and practiced, giving the impression that he knew what he was doing.
Si An watched Long Xiao’s back, his icy blue eyes weary. He murmured, Make the edges crispy, and the yolk should be runny.
There’s vinaigrette in the cabinet. Sprinkle some on for me.
These were simple requests, but the Alpha’s detached tone made them sound like commands.
Long Xiao paused mid-flip, wearing shoe covers. He turned off the heat and glanced silently at Si An.
His languid lover leaned against the bar, looking hungry and impossibly beautiful—enough to make anyone’s heart soften.
Long Xiao met Si An’s gaze, lingered for a second, then turned back to the stove. He silently transferred the eggs from the pan to a plate and cracked another egg into the pan.
With a whoosh, the flame reignited. The Alpha carefully adjusted the heat, mentally repeating
Runny yolk, crispy edges, no burning.