My Jealous and Beautiful Villainous Wife (ABO) - Chapter 45

Long Xiao’s casual words landed like a slap across Ye Shu’s face, his cheeks burning with shame. Even the fleeting, unconscious thought he hadn’t even realized he harbored was now exposed.

Yes, I was truly blinded by foolishness, Ye Shu thought. How dare I block Mr. Long’s path?

Even without guessing, the Alpha’s nobility was evident. Compared to Wen He, this man was far beyond his reach.

By appearing before him like this, hadn’t he harbored a delusional hope of being pitied?

Ye Shu lowered his head, gritting his teeth as he immediately stood up. He dared not look at Long Xiao, his lowered hair obscuring his eyes.

I’m sorry. You’re right, Mr. Long. I apologize.

The words came out with newfound strength, as if even Ye Shu himself found this posture more comfortable. Standing to apologize was far less humiliating than kneeling to beg.

Long Xiao watched the slender Omega bow before him, the faint anger in his heart dissipating.

From this display, it was clear the Protagonist Shou wasn’t incapable of reason, nor was his character inherently flawed.

He had simply been trapped by his circumstances for too long, accustomed to relying on others’ strength, and had adopted a posture of dependence.

Now, standing tall with his back straight, Ye Shu’s resilient, young poplar-like spirit shone through. The bruises stood out starkly against his pale skin.

In this state, he looked even more pitiable than before.

Some Alphas who had initially been merely curious bystanders now had a glint in their eyes, unconsciously staring at Ye Shu.

If you’ve been treated unfairly, you can seek legal assistance.

Local authorities and news media would be eager to help you. As an Omega, you know this better than anyone.

In recent years, China’s laws regarding ABO genders had become increasingly comprehensive, elevating the protection of Omegas to new heights. The status of Betas and Omegas had also significantly improved.

If Ye Shu had truly been subjected to violence by organized crime, the local authorities would undoubtedly intervene.

The Omega paused, lifting his head slightly but still avoiding Long Xiao’s gaze.

The Alpha’s composure was too calm, too rational, capable of seeing through his emotions and leaving him nowhere to hide.

Yet, the Alpha was also undeniably gentle. Ye Shu knew this kindness wasn’t directed at him personally, but stemmed from basic human compassion.

As Long Xiao finished speaking, he brushed past Ye Shu, leaving behind only a faint trace of cologne.

The minty scent, refreshing to the core, cooled the burning in his chest.

Ye Shu unclenched his fists, sniffled, and swallowed the tears welling in his eyes. He wiped his face haphazardly with the back of his hand, slung his worn-out bag over his shoulder, and turned to leave.

Mr. Long was right. He couldn’t rely on others anymore he had to stand on his own.

Wen He might never come for him.

The feeling of entrusting his fate to someone else was unbearable.

But just as Ye Shu was about to leave, a young Beta who had been observing the entire scene stepped forward, raising a slightly hesitant hand to stop him.

He looked to be in his early twenties, dressed in a suit like a young professional just starting his career. With his flaxen hair and warm brown eyes, he resembled a large golden retriever in human form.

He scratched his head, his eyes shyly meeting Ye Shu’s. His voice was polite.

Um, do you need any help? I’m with the local Omega Protection Association. He flipped open his ID and held it out for Ye Shu to see.

Ye Shu froze, the hand gripping his bag’s strap trembling, knuckles white. The tears he had been holding back finally spilled over.

He lifted his head, meeting the young man’s gaze. His clear voice, tinged with a sob, rang out.

Yes, I need help. Thank you.

Ding, Host, are you sure about this? If you keep going like this, the original plot will be completely altered.

Then your advantage of knowing the plot will vanish too.

The System asked blankly in its idiotic voice. Long Xiao casually rolled up his sleeves and put on kitchen gloves.

So what?

Isn’t a male lead in a growth-oriented power fantasy more satisfying than a tragic romance?

Si An won’t be the villain in their story anymore he’ll be the protagonist in ours.

And I believe that everyone’s fate has always been in their own hands.

In other words, I hold fate in my hands.

Long Xiao rarely spoke at such length to the System. The System visibly lagged for a while before continuing,

I don’t understand, Host. Humans are such complicated creatures.

In any case, the Villain’s life will be completely different from before, and my mission will be successfully completed, right, Host?

Faced with the System’s continued clumsy words, Long Xiao surprisingly refrained from mocking it. He lowered his eyes as he prepared the ingredients in his hands, chuckled softly, and replied affirmatively,

Yes.

Ding, yay! Host, you’re the best! I believe in you!

With that, the System vanished once again.

It had always been quiet. Unless Long Xiao called for it, it rarely appeared, leaving him to wonder what it was so busy with.

The few times he had seen it, it was usually to promote discounted products from the mall or when the plot had undergone significant changes.

Only occasional snippets of conversation hinted that it was constantly learning from its Senior.

What was the name of the System that had guided it? Something like… Xiao Qiang?

Long Xiao frowned slightly, finding the name odd, but he didn’t dwell on it, focusing instead on his own tasks.

A few minutes later, just as the class was about to begin, the instructor burst through the door, panting heavily.

Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he spotted the Alpha already preparing the ingredients.

The cooking teacher’s expression froze, his breath catching in his throat for a moment. He immediately approached Long Xiao with a hint of nervousness.

Mr. Long, have you been here long?

I didn’t get the time wrong, did I?

Long Xiao glanced at the burly instructor and shook his head slightly.

The man immediately let out a huge sigh of relief, dropped his backpack, and approached with a beaming smile.

Mr. Long, are we still learning to cook shrimp today?

This time, a faint expression flickered across Long Xiao’s face. He nodded faintly and said, Yes, my wife loves it.