My Jealous and Beautiful Villainous Wife (ABO) - Chapter 50
That night, the clouds hung low, with faint flashes of lightning flickering within.
A pure white aircraft trembled slightly as it navigated through the turbulent clouds, its precarious flight path making it appear dangerously close to disaster.
Special Assistant Chen sat nervously beside Long Xiao, his legs shaking uncontrollably.
Um, President Long, are you… are you alright?
The Alpha was already showing signs of partial dragon transformation, though his consciousness remained clear. Scales had begun to form on his temples and the skin of his hands.
Long Xiao now resembled a figure from a fairy tale, the kind who might play the role of a Dragon King or an Elf King in a storybook.
Long Xiao glanced at Special Assistant Chen, his voice deeper and more resonant than usual.
Don’t worry. If the plane crashes, I’ll carry you all down.
The captain is my cousin, also a dragon. Your safety is assured.
The thunderstorm had arrived suddenly. The day had started overcast, but somehow, thunderclouds had gathered mid-flight.
Long Xiao remained unconcerned. After all, being struck by lightning wouldn’t harm him—at most, it would sting a little.
Special Assistant Chen, already terrified, grew even more frightened after hearing Long Xiao’s words.
He had boarded the plane in high spirits, intending only to trade some Dragon Clan specialties for a small profit and handle infrastructure matters on Dragon Island.
But his luck had turned sour. If he had known this would happen, he would never have come.
Special Assistant Chen lowered his head, wiped away tears with his hands, and pulled out his phone to start drafting his will.
Long Xiao’s sharp vision caught every detail. Two dark lines slid down his forehead.
I’ll add another hundred thousand to your bonus this month, Special Assistant Chen. Relax.
Special Assistant Chen instinctively grinned and replied, Thank you, but the smile quickly faded into a bitter one.
President Long, even with money, you need life to spend it.
Long Xiao sighed.
You won’t die. Another hundred thousand.
Waaah, okay, President Long! I trust you! But if anything happens, you have to protect me! Waaah!
Long Xiao ……
The Alpha, who had been resting with his eyes closed, reluctantly opened them. His sharp pupils inexplicably inspired fear.
Special Assistant Chen’s wailing stopped abruptly. He covered his mouth, sobbing silently.
Speechless, Long Xiao stood up and quietly moved to another seat.
Two hours later, the plane landed safely, but Special Assistant Chen remained seated, his legs still trembling and his composure shattered.
Long Xiao stood up, disembarked, and greeted his cousin, who was also getting off the plane.
Qiao-ge, tell my grandfather I’ve returned to Dragon Island.
Long Qiao’s grandfather was a notorious drunkard, and he and Long Xiao’s grandfather were kindred spirits. At this hour, the two old men were likely still awake, drinking and boasting to each other.
Long Xiao’s family home was rather dilapidated, having gone unrepaired for ages. They still lived in a mountain cave, which was why Long Ao often preferred to visit Long Qiao’s house.
Long Qiao nodded. On Dragon Island, nearly everyone was related to some degree, even if the connections stretched back dozens of generations. Their families were considered relatively close.
Sure thing, little bro. No problem.
As soon as he finished speaking, the handsome young man transformed into a sizable golden dragon and soared into the sky.
The golden dragon’s powerful wingbeats stirred a fierce wind, whipping Long Xiao’s silver-white hair into a wild dance.
After watching Long Qiao depart, Long Xiao abruptly transformed into a massive, ferocious silver dragon and flew toward the other side of Dragon Island—the confinement cells beneath the cliffs.
Dragon Island was a floating island, its principles unclear but likely involving some magical elements.
Beneath the island’s front face lay numerous confinement chambers, specifically for Alphas who had yet to find a mate.
Long Xiao flew effortlessly to the confinement chambers. There, a white-bearded, white-haired old man lay sprawled on a recliner by the entrance.
It was the White Dragon Ancestor, who oversaw the confinement chambers. Sensing Long Xiao’s presence, he twitched his nose without even opening his eyes.
Tsk, Xiao boy, why are you back so soon?
Long Xiao landed, folded his wings, and opened his dragon jaws, transforming back into human form. His voice rumbled, It’s time.
The White Dragon Ancestor frowned, snapped his fingers in annoyance, and the massive bronze gate before them slowly creaked open, revealing a pitch-black cavern.
Alright, get inside. I’ll have your grandfather send you meals.
And you better take it easy, kid! Dragon Island’s remaining Secret Iron Mine is nearly depleted. Find a mate already!
In truth, Dragons could survive their Heat without food—they’d just be a bit hungry.
Hearing the White Dragon Ancestor’s words, Long Xiao didn’t even dare nod. He merely lowered his gaze and silently rubbed his nose.
Mm.
With that, Long Xiao stepped into the pitch-black cave entrance.
The tunnel was unlit, not because the Dragon Clan was stingy, but because dragons could see perfectly well without light, so there was no need to waste resources.
Long Xiao randomly chose a confinement cell, walked in, and closed the door.
These doors could only be opened from the outside there was no way to open them from within.
The room was spartan, containing only a basic bathroom and a bed, but it was spacious enough for him to transform into his dragon form and roll around comfortably.
The soundproofing was excellent, ensuring his roars wouldn’t be heard across the entire island.
Long Xiao retrieved toiletries from his space ring, took a quick shower, and silently transformed into his dragon form. He pulled out the blanket that had covered the Omega in the car, intending to curl up with it in his arms.
But he quickly realized he was too large even a gentle bite would tear the blanket. So he swiftly shrank himself down to a size small enough to be completely covered by the blanket.
Long Xiao carefully spread the blanket on the bed with his claws, then curled up on it, as if guarding a precious treasure.
The printed and framed photograph was carefully placed on the bedside table.
A small silver dragon lay coiled, its head resting on the tip of its plump tail, its two pairs of wings folded against its sides. In the pitch-black room, only this little bundle glowed.
A faint luminescence seeped from Long Xiao’s scales, the silvery-white light intertwining with golden hues. Those were the two large, unblinking eyes staring intently at the photograph.
Truthfully, Long Xiao looked utterly adorable in that moment. His clinging to the blanket that had covered Si An would have melted the heart of any Omega who saw him.
Long Xiao blinked, his nose filled with the faint scent of wine-tinged roses from the Omega. He couldn’t resist lowering his head and licking the fluffy blanket, leaving a small damp patch.
I miss him. I miss my wife.
I want to hold my wife in my arms and lick him.
His golden eyes half-closed, and slowly, his mind began to drift into a hazy slumber…