My Jealous and Beautiful Villainous Wife (ABO) - Chapter 52

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

The Omega, his eyes shadowed with faint dark circles, leaned listlessly against the recliner, exhausted and bored.

The bedroom was dimly lit, with only a few small lamps casting a hazy glow across Si An’s profile and hair, illuminating its silken sheen.

Si An wore a black silk pajama set, his hair loose and slightly damp at the ends.

Over the past few days, he had instinctively reached for his phone, only to remember the Alpha’s absence when he saw the empty chat interface.

Si An’s eyes were half-closed. The jacket, carefully sealed in its airtight bag, retained its calming pheromones, ready to be activated at any moment.

But the Omega was too weary to retrieve it. The sleepless nights had forced him to confront a stark reality.

Long Xiao was indeed a formidable opponent, always finding ways to keep people tethered to him.

Si An chuckled softly, a silent, breathy sound, and lowered his gaze to check the message from his doctor on his phone.

Dr. Wu Mr. Si, would you be available for a follow-up appointment tomorrow?

Dr. Wu You should be finishing the medication I prescribed last time. I happen to have a new, more effective drug available now.

Si An tapped his fingers, his expression less resistant than usual, and replied to his physician.

Si An I’ll come in for a checkup soon.

Putting down his phone, the Omega rose from the recliner. He took a few steps to the neatly arranged sealed bags.

His ice-blue eyes lingered quietly on the jackets for a moment before he relented, reaching out to tear open one of the bags and retrieve the jacket saturated with Alpha pheromones.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Roar!

Who’s there? Two days already? Isn’t there a dragon in charge here? Can’t a dragon get some sleep in the morning?

Speak up for the dragons! Who will speak for us? Come save us, dragons!

Old White, if you can’t control him, take him home and raise him properly!

Old… Dragon Tyrant! What kind of stupid name is that? Your grandson’s been ramming the wall all day. Did his mate run off? Why is he so obsessed?

Roar! Exactly!

Meanwhile, in the Confinement Chamber at the bottom of Dragon Island, the entrance stood wide open. Dragon Tyrant and the White Dragon Ancestor sat collapsed on small stools, watching the Silver Dragon inside relentlessly ramming its head against the wall.

The island echoed with endless curses and complaints, but Dragon Tyrant and the White Dragon Ancestor were too exhausted to respond.

Dragon Tyrant stared blankly at Long Xiao’s horns as they repeatedly struck the wall, his hand rising to touch his own forehead as if feeling phantom pain. He muttered softly, Damn it, doesn’t that hurt?

He’s been ramming the wall for two days straight, and he hasn’t stopped. He hasn’t even eaten a single meal. Super Dragon, huh?

The White Dragon Ancestor, standing nearby, chuckled weakly, more out of exasperation than amusement.

What’s wrong with your kid?

Did his real wife run away? Otherwise, why would he be acting like this?

Why is he so obsessed? Who’s out there that he’s so desperate to reach?

Long Ba scratched his head thoughtfully, popped a peanut into his mouth with his left hand, and reinforced the wall with his right.

A small mountain of Secret Iron Mine ore lay piled beside them. Every so often, they would grab a chunk, melt it down, and smear it onto the wall whenever it looked like Long Xiao might break through.

As Long Ba worked, he turned to the White Dragon Ancestor, pondering aloud, Old White, the kid does have an Omega he likes.

But he hasn’t even gotten together with him yet. He’s not his wife at all, is he?

Before the White Dragon Ancestor could reply, Long Xiao, trapped inside the Confinement Chamber, finally snapped.

ROAR!!!!!!!

The deafening sonic wave crashed through Long Ba’s mind again, leaving his thoughts in a chaotic haze.

Long Ba’s hair whipped across his face once more. He glared, ready to unleash a torrent of curses.

You! You—

But when he looked up, he met Long Xiao’s massive, golden vertical pupils.

Those sharp, bestial eyes stared directly at him, as if warning him to never speak such hurtful words about dragons again.

Long Ba deflated instantly. After all, this was his own grandson.

Hey, why are you roaring so loud? Long Ba muttered, lowering his voice and averting his gaze. He rolled his eyes, pulled out his phone, and grumbled, I can’t take this anymore. Let’s see if anyone else has a solution.

Speaking of which, Old White, are you alright? You haven’t slept in two days. You’ve really been working hard.

The White Dragon Ancestor, addressed as Old White, stood nearby with his eyes closed, his hands moving automatically. He continued melting ore and smoothing it onto the walls, all while resting with his eyes shut. He murmured, It’s good you recognize that.

Two nights ago, in the dead of night, when all the world lay in slumber, a sneaky little dragon, his meager belongings bundled on his back, nearly escaped the Confinement Chamber.

It was Long Ba, worried about his grandson having missed a meal, who discovered the escape attempt. Restless and unable to sleep, he had been pacing his cave when he decided to bring Long Xiao some food.

By the time he arrived, the little dragon had already carved a large hole in the chamber wall, leaving only a thin layer of stone. Long Xiao stood there, a small bundle wrapped in a blanket slung over his back, his precious photos tucked inside—all the worldly possessions of this tiny dragon.

The sight nearly scared Long Ba out of his wits. If a Silver Dragon in Heat had actually escaped, it would have been a catastrophic dereliction of duty.

Without hesitation, he pulled out a handful of ore from his space ring and, without a second thought, melted it and plastered it over the hole.

This infuriated Long Xiao. With a thunderous roar, the massive dragon lunged forward. The White Dragon Ancestor, who had been dozing by the entrance, snapped his eyes open and rushed inside, not even bothering to put on his shoes.

By the time the commotion subsided, dawn had broken. The two exhausted elders lay sprawled on the ground, staring up at the ceiling and muttering, Mother of dragons, what a living ancestor.

Only the aggrieved little dragon remained, sitting protectively beside his bundle, two angry welts swelling on his head.

Roar… he grumbled. Bullying dragons… my wife…

Hello? Is this Long Xiao’s special assistant?

Yes, yes, yes. I’m his grandfather. We met a few days ago. You’re a promising young man—I could tell right away. I’d trust you with Dragon Island’s infrastructure without hesitation.

Hahahaha! Ah, but that’s not why I’m calling you today.

Do you know about the Omega my grandson likes?

Get in touch with him and arrange a video call, would you?

Xiao Boy’s losing it. He’s been banging his head against the wall so hard, he’s about to crack his skull.

The moment these words left the speaker’s mouth, Special Assistant Chen on the other end of the line paled in shock. His legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed.

Thud! The phone clattered to the floor.

Chen frantically bent down to retrieve it, muttering in disbelief, What? President Long is… dying?

Instantly, the eyes of his colleagues swiveled toward him in unison. What?! President Long is dying?! they exclaimed in unison.