My Omega Ex-Wife Is Acting a Little Strange - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Yu Mo’s relaxed and pleasant mood from just moments ago had completely vanished.

Even though the bright sunlight warmed her body, making it feel toasty, the dark cloud of resentment and hatred toward Shen Shuyu in her heart still lingered, impossible to dispel.

Yu Mo felt unhappy in her heart, so she pushed open the door to the logistics office without knocking.

In the spacious office sat only an old man holding a white porcelain jar and drinking water. Yu Mo’s sudden opening of the door startled him, and the lid in his hand clattered with a bang.

“Young student, knock when you enter, no need to rush.” The old man set down his cup, looking at her with some displeasure.

“I’m sorry.”

Yu Mo felt that she was a bit unlucky today: the chair had collapsed, she had confronted Shen Shuyu head-on, and now the logistics office had only this sloth-like old man with his slow work speed.

“What are you here for?” The old man unhurriedly flipped out the registration book and slowly opened a page.

“The chair is broken; I’m here to report it for repair.” As Yu Mo spoke, she handed the chair in her hand to the old man.

“You’re quite something, young student—breaking a chair on the first day of the new semester.” The old man put on his reading glasses hanging around his neck, glanced at the chair in Yu Mo’s hand, and teased.

Yu Mo didn’t bother explaining to him; she just wanted the old man to finish the registration quickly so she could hurry to the back classroom to get a new chair and leave.

Who knew if she might run into Shen Shuyu again at some point.

One shouldn’t think random thoughts like that; while the old man was registering, the door was knocked on. A familiar voice came from behind Yu Mo: “Report.”

Shen Shuyu, whom she had just bumped into in the corridor, had actually come to the logistics office too.

Yu Mo watched wide-eyed as the pen in the old man’s hand paused, and then a kindly smile slowly bloomed on his face: “What are you here for, young student?”

“The club department is here for item verification.” Shen Shuyu’s voice was as clear as ever; her gaze fell on Yu Mo’s back, and she walked straight to stand beside Yu Mo.

A wave of resistance surged through Yu Mo’s body; without even a greeting, she unreservedly shifted her steps to the right.

Shen Shuyu’s face, which had held a bit of a smile, had her brows furrow slightly.

The old man looked at the club department head card that Shen Shuyu handed over, nodded, “Then wait a moment; I’ll finish registering for this student first.”

“Okay.” Shen Shuyu replied.

The office fell into a strange silence; Yu Mo and Shen Shuyu stood side by side in front of the old man’s large redwood desk, neither saying a word to the other. Shen Shuyu had never been good at or willing to initiate topics with people; others always came to chat with her. So now, Shen Shuyu stood straight, her long lashes lowered, her peripheral vision lightly glancing at Yu Mo, waiting for her to take the initiative and talk to her like in the previous life.

But Yu Mo treated Shen Shuyu, who was emitting a faint fragrance beside her, almost as if she were air; her eyes fixed tightly on the tip of the old man’s pen. Watching him write an extremely ugly character stroke by stroke, Yu Mo wished she could take the pen and write it herself.

After a while, the old man finally dawdled through the registration; too lazy to open the door for Yu Mo himself, he took out a key and handed it to her, pointing toward the back: “The classroom over there—go pick one yourself, young student.”

“Thank you.” Yu Mo took the key, turned her head without even glancing at Shen Shuyu, and left.

The office door was slammed shut by Yu Mo with a bang; surprise had already flashed across Shen Shuyu’s face countless times today. In her usually calm eyes, Yu Mo’s repeated ignoring stirred up ripples, trembling as they followed Yu Mo’s figure passing by the window.

Shen Shuyu couldn’t help but grip the club department head card in her hand tightly. Originally, item verification didn’t require Shen Shuyu to come today; even as the head, she didn’t need to come in person.

She had come here just to have some interaction with Yu Mo, who had just dismissed her with disdain.

But Yu Mo truly gave her not a single word, not a single glance.

Shen Shuyu couldn’t figure it out: today was their first meeting, so why was Yu Mo acting so disdainfully toward her, completely opposite to how she had been in the previous life?

“Achoo!”

Yu Mo stood at the door of the classroom storing desks and chairs and inexplicably sneezed; in a daze, she casually steadied herself against the door. But the key wasn’t even inserted yet, and the door was pushed open just like that.

Yu Mo looked at the quiet classroom; it didn’t seem like anyone was there. She thought the old man was really muddled—he had even forgotten to lock the classroom door.

But soon Yu Mo felt something was off about this classroom; in the stuffy, dust-filled room, there faintly emanated a gardenia scent so sweet it made her throat ache without realizing it. It wasn’t even the season for gardenias to bloom, and this was the fourth floor—who’s gardenia fragrance could drift this high up.

There was only one possibility: this was the scent of pheromones.

Yu Mo, who hadn’t differentiated yet, could only infer that it was pheromones; whether it was Alpha or Omega, she couldn’t tell.

“Is anyone there?” Yu Mo knocked twice on the iron doorframe; the sound of metal being struck echoed in the classroom, but there was no response for a long time.

This was strange—was the gardenia scent coming alive or something?

The glaring white sunlight covered the room; the desks and chairs piled messily in the classroom, in eerie silence.

Yu Mo felt suspicious in her heart and carefully walked into the classroom.

Suddenly, a frail-bodied girl staggered out from somewhere. Just like a drowning person desperately grabbing at a lifesaving vine, this girl lunged at Yu Mo without holding back her strength.

This sudden impact force made Yu Mo stagger back several steps, her center of gravity unsteady as she sat directly on the ground. Yu Mo’s tailbone, which had suffered several blows today, took another heavy hit, a sour, numb, swollen pain tearing at her nerves.

The air was filled with the smell of dust mixed with gardenia; the girl who had suddenly darted out curled up in Yu Mo’s arms, her pale face under disheveled long hair flushed with an unnatural red, her warm breaths puffing on Yu Mo’s wrist, scorching and full of desire.

Yu Mo was momentarily dazed; at some point in the past, Shen Shuyu had been like this in her arms, murmuring and seeking from her. Her long lashes lowered lightly, eyes half-closed, holding spring water, unreservedly displaying her desire right in front of her.

That was her secret pleasure with Shen Shuyu, one of the few intimacies they had.

“Hiss…” A tearing, stinging pain came from Yu Mo’s forearm, yanking her thoughts back abruptly. This girl, in her heat period and completely irrational, bit down on the small exposed section of Yu Mo’s arm out of instinct.

She bit down really hard; a few threads of bl00d trickled out, and Yu Mo couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air.

This girl was so intense that even toward her, someone who hadn’t differentiated, she had such strong desire; Yu Mo couldn’t help but judge that she was an Omega who had differentiated not long ago—even that she had just differentiated into an Omega right here.

Suddenly differentiating into an Omega was really not a great situation; such a strange environment often brought abnormal emotional fluctuations to a newly differentiated Omega, and if not handled in time, it could cause hormonal disorder in the body, making every future heat period a nightmare for this Omega.

“Classmate, don’t be afraid; I haven’t differentiated, so I can’t hurt you.” Yu Mo endured the pain from the bite, her tone as gentle as possible, soothing the girl’s emotions in her arms.

“I’ll help you; I’ll take you to the school infirmary. Right now, you’re safe.” As Yu Mo spoke, she reached out her other hand, gently placing it on the girl’s head.

The girl, sensing the foreign touch on her head, trembled noticeably in Yu Mo’s arms; immediately after, she felt the warmth transmitted from Yu Mo’s palm, and under her messy black hair, a pair of round eyes, moist and red, looked at her timidly like a rabbit’s, the teeth biting Yu Mo’s arm slowly relaxing.

“We’re doing great.” Yu Mo encouraged as she rubbed the girl’s head, her eyes quickly locking onto the bulging pocket on her school uniform jacket, “Next, I’ll reach into your pocket to get your inhibitor; don’t be afraid—I haven’t differentiated, I won’t hurt you, okay?”

The girl still held vigilance toward Yu Mo; as she watched her touch her body, her collapsed body’s defense mechanism made chaotic judgments, directing her to struggle up and push away this dangerous person. This pushing and shoving made the girl stagger into the nearby table, and the quiet classroom let out a loud, resounding crash.

Shen Shuyu, who was verifying items in the office, was startled by this bang, her body trembling; the white porcelain cup lid in the old man’s hand made a crisp “clack” sound again.

“What’s going on?” The old man felt suspicious in his heart; he lifted his head, about to tell Shen Shuyu he was going out to check, when he saw Shen Shuyu’s figure hurrying past the window.

Shen Shuyu didn’t know exactly what panic was in her heart; just in that instant, her mind had suddenly flashed with the scene of Yu Mo dying in her arms.

This feeling made her usually calm heart uncontrollably race.

Shen Shuyu arrived at the classroom door and saw Yu Mo lying on the ground with her brows tightly furrowed, and on her left arm was a glaringly twisted wound. The youth’s skin was white and delicate; the wound appeared even more ferocious.

Shen Shuyu quickly squatted beside Yu Mo, pulled over her arm, and regardless, helped check the wound on her arm: “Who did this to you?”

Yu Mo could tell it was Shen Shuyu’s voice; disgust added a few shades to her already pain-filled face.

It was her again.

Truly haunting like a ghost.

Yu Mo’s brows furrowed tightly; the moment Shen Shuyu touched her arm, almost reflexively in disgust, she slapped away her hand, “Get away, don’t touch me!”

Shen Shuyu looked at her hand that Yu Mo had slapped away; a red mark instantly bloomed on her fair, delicate skin, a heart-cutting pain spreading through her chest.

Yu Mo actually resisted—even hated—her touching her like this.