My Omega Ex-Wife Is Acting a Little Strange - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

In a pitch-black, silent world, a vibrant poppy flower like fire bloomed, with morning dew hanging from her petals.

The morning dew rolled round and full, the petals unable to bear the weight, and with a drip, the dew fell, stirring up ripples that broke the overly quiet world.

Yu Mo’s consciousness awakened, the peace and silence faded, and the sounds of the world rushed toward her.

Memories playing in reverse howled through Yu Mo’s mind like a nightmare, she struggled but could not break free, her head held down as she witnessed again with her own eyes the life-and-death separations of her parents and friends, helpless tears seeped from the corners of her eyes, cool as they slid to her earlobes.

“Don’t… don’t…” Yu Mo murmured the two words over and over, helpless as she watched those people leave her one by one.

A slanting cold wind blew from an unknown corner, the overlapping stories and voices carried away by the wind, until only a woman’s angry voice remained: “Yu Mo! Are you getting up or not! If you don’t get up, I’ll haul you and the bed straight into the truck!”

“Mom—let me sleep a little longer…” Yu Mo answered instinctively. She had just gone through a nightmare, her body weary and exhausted, with no desire at all to get up.

“Yu Mo! Get up for me!” Yang Aiyuan, apron tied around her, wielded a slotted spoon and burst through the door with murderous intent.

“Mom, I’m really tired, don’t… Mom?!” Realizing what she had called out, Yu Mo shot up from the bed, staring fixedly at this familiar yet strange little rundown bedroom she found herself in.

Packed luggage lay scattered in the room, and on the wall opposite the bed hung a yellowed, faded One Piece poster with a big tear in it, which Yu Mo had accidentally ripped the day before while trying to take it down and pack it away during her room cleanup.

Because of that, Yu Mo had felt depressed for a good while.

Yu Mo felt this scene looked familiar, so she crawled to the window and peered out: the morning sun had just risen not long ago, the sky still hazy with dawn, the old locust tree blocking her view, but she could vaguely make out a huge moving truck parked downstairs.

This scene felt even more familiar.

Wasn’t this the day eight years ago when her family moved from District D in the lower city to District C?

The memory of her throat being slit and dying horribly was still fresh in her mind, yet the scene now was from eight years ago. Yu Mo reached up to cover her pounding heart at her chest, and a fact she could hardly believe crashed over her like thunder.

I… reborn?

Reborn at the age of fifteen, in that blazing hot youth.

At the end of winter and start of spring, the lower city of City A still carried a chill, and on the first day of the new semester, Yu Mo had gotten ready early, pulling out that red scarf her mother Yang Aiyuan had knitted for her—which she had disliked before—and wrapping it around her neck, slinging her backpack over her shoulder, full of a girl’s energy as she climbed into Yu Decai’s car.

The girl’s fair, tender little face pressed against the clean car window as she looked out, the faded old houses of the lower city receding in rows from Yu Mo’s view, gradually replaced by new-style housing.

The cypress trees along the roads had already sprouted buds early, spring had truly arrived, and A University Affiliated Girls’ High School started classes that day too.

A University Affiliated Girls’ High School was a top-ranked key high school for girls nationwide, a place many fought tooth and nail to get into. But A University Affiliated Girls’ High School wasn’t for just anyone: beyond excellent entrance exam scores, it required sufficient financial support.

This one point made many lower-city families hesitate.

Yu Mo from the lower city originally had no plans to transfer to A University Affiliated Girls’ High School; she thought the New Sea Road Girls’ High right by her new home door was perfectly fine.

This was entirely the idea of Yu Decai and Yang Aiyuan.

After getting themselves a new house and new car, the couple somehow came to their senses, thinking they couldn’t let Yu Mo suffer the same lack of education they had, so they slapped their thighs and decided to transfer Yu Mo to A University Affiliated Girls’ High School.

Remembering how Yu Decai had spent more than six figures in pink bills to make her transfer happen, Yu Mo let out a long sigh just like in her previous life.

“Girlie, don’t sigh. First day of the new semester—keep at it.” Yu Decai rolled down his window and gave the getting-out Yu Mo a thumbs-up.

“Got it!” Yu Mo smiled and waved at Yu Decai, then turned and blended into the crowd entering the school.

This place was still exactly like the campus in Yu Mo’s memory: red walls and white tiles on the teaching buildings, European-style stone-carved fountains, flower-vine-wrapped little gardens, and the playground with chasing, running students.

Unlike her classmates hurrying to the classroom, Yu Mo walked slow and dragging. She stood at the end of the third-floor teaching building corridor, gazing at the classroom across from her where she had spent three years, and for some reason felt a twinge of that near-hometown shyness. All her youth had once been and would again be packed into that small classroom, with friends and enemies both waiting for her there. This feeling of known yet unknown made Yu Mo tense.

Across the way, an elegantly figured lady waved toward Yu Mo from afar. The homeroom teacher, Teacher Chang, had been standing at the classroom door early, waiting for Yu Mo to arrive. Yu Mo noticed Teacher Chang’s signal, quickly smoothed her skirt hem, took a deep breath, and lifted her foot to walk over.

Yu Mo and Teacher Chang had already met during the entrance exam, so Teacher Chang wasn’t at all distant with her, and she friendly patted her shoulder and said: “This is our Grade 10 Class A (13). Ready to fit into the new class?”

Teacher Chang had a slender, tall figure, the standard Omega beauty. When she smiled, her eyes curved like they held a bend of spring water, and the warm sunlight on her body added countless gentleness to her.

Though Yu Mo hadn’t differentiated physiologically yet, psychologically she was already an adult Alpha who had tasted the marrow. With her young and thin skin, she had no resistance at all to an Omega’s gentleness; her little face unconsciously flushed with a light layer of pink.

Yu Mo hurriedly nodded, turned her head away on purpose to not look at Teacher Chang, but through the frosted glass window, her gaze caught Shen Shuyu sitting by the window.

Yu Mo’s expression, which had just relaxed a bit, instantly froze; she stared at that Shen Shuyu who was head down seemingly unconcerned as she wrote homework, her gaze carrying resentment hard to hide. Shen Shuyu was just like in Yu Mo’s memory at their first meeting, with her jet-black, glossy long hair draped down, her slender neck tilted slightly. Sunlight sprinkled on her profile, golden and brimming with the flavor of youth.

If life was like a game, then in her previous life Yu Mo had already gone through more than half, treating the side quest of conquering Shen Shuyu as the main task, crashing headlong until she bled and died under someone else’s blade, without winning even a scrap of her affection.

Since she already knew the end of this quest, then starting over, she absolutely would not fall in love with her again, not even produce the slightest entanglement.

Yu Mo, you still have a bright future waiting for you; everything hasn’t even begun yet.

This great youth, this abundance of time, was about to be squandered wildly, lived freely for herself this once.

Teacher Chang didn’t notice the change in Yu Mo’s eyes and directly pushed open the door and walked in. The classroom, which had gone unusually quiet upon noticing the homeroom teacher arrive, now filled with the rustling sound of books closing, and even Shen Shuyu, who usually paid little mind to such things, set down her pen.

Everyone had long known a transfer student was joining the class today, and at thirteen or fourteen years old, their curiosity was written all over their faces.

Teacher Chang pursed her lips in a smile, stood at the podium and clapped her hands. “Classmates, let me introduce—this is our new transfer student this semester, Yu Mo.”

The two words Yu Mo rang out, and Shen Shuyu’s heart pounded twice hard along with the syllables from Teacher Chang’s mouth. The surroundings grew quiet, and Shen Shuyu’s eyes fixed tightly on the doorway where she had already noticed that familiar figure standing, her heart drumming like thunder.

She clearly knew Yu Mo would come to her class just like in her memory, but until she saw Yu Mo really appear, Shen Shuyu’s heart always hung in suspense. How many pitch-black midnights had Shen Shuyu woken sobbing, countless nightmares unable to match the scene of an empty doorway on the first day of school.

Time seemed deliberately slowed, tormenting and grinding at Shen Shuyu’s anxious heart. She watched the doorway tensely and uneasily, eyes straining with longing.

Finally, the person outside the door lifted her foot and stepped into the classroom.

Yu Mo wore the high ponytail from Shen Shuyu’s memory that never fell loose, her posture straight and full of youthful spirit as she walked in. Today’s sunlight was especially brilliant, paving a golden path for Yu Mo. She stepped on the sunlight, one step at a time, reentering Shen Shuyu’s world.

Shen Shuyu’s five fingers clenched instantly, her breath trembling. The her who was always calm in changes now had a hint of excited red flush at the corners of her eyes, her moist eyes fogging with a layer of mist.

It was her, really her.

She came, she really appeared on the first day of school just like in the previous life.

Shen Shuyu bit her lower lip hard to control her emotions and not lose composure, but as long as she kept looking at Yu Mo standing by the podium, she couldn’t hold back her emotions.

“Hi everyone, I’m Yu Mo.”

Yu Mo’s voice rang out, that voice Shen Shuyu had missed, craved, and replayed endlessly through countless nights, now carrying youthful vigor as it sounded in her ears again; Shen Shuyu wanted desperately to rush forward, hug her, kiss her, rub her into her body, and never separate again.

But in this public setting, she couldn’t do a single one of those things, nor could she.

Tears hung in Shen Shuyu’s eyes, dangling on the verge of falling. Surging emotions roiled like waves in Shen Shuyu’s heart, and she could no longer bear to hear or see Yu Mo. She had no choice but to grip a ballpoint pen in defeat, pretending indifference as she lowered her head.

The jet-black pen tip trembled as it dotted on the test paper, and Shen Shuyu wrote two words there, soaked by her tears:

Yu Mo.