My Virtual Wife Stepped Out of My Phone to Find Me - Chapter 51

Xing Xiaochu was startled by Su Yun’s words. She had just taken suppressants in the pharmacy booth, so the scent lingering on her must have been residual.

She ducked her head, avoiding Su Yun’s gaze, and murmured, “Maybe I picked it up on the way here.”

Su Yun rested her chin on one hand, her dark eyes sweeping over her deskmate with scrutiny. Xing Xiaochu was a terrible liar—how could such a rich, sweet fragrance simply be picked up casually on the street?

Fortunately, most of their classmates were betas, and the few alphas and omegas sat far away. For now, aside from Su Yun, no one else had noticed the intoxicating osmanthus scent.

The thought that she alone could smell it made Su Yun’s heart race uncontrollably.

Unlike Qi Ying, Su Yun had properly studied ABO physiology. The moment she recognized it as Xing Xiaochu’s pheromones, her face flushed crimson, and her gaze toward Xiaochu grew warm and heavy.

Coming to school drenched in this scent… really…

Her cheeks burned, and her limbs grew restless with heat. Su Yun quickly turned to look out the window. The rising sun cast golden light, reminding her of how Xiaochu had sat waiting for her in the empty classroom yesterday, bathed in that same soft glow.

When Xiaochu smiled, her eyes curved, her lips pinkened, and the way she stared at Su Yun—full of quiet amusement—was just like the puppy Su Yun used to raise, utterly devoted to her.

How could anyone be… this adorable?

Su Yun covered her mouth, staring blankly outside, her mind filled with nothing but Xiaochu. After a long moment, she stole a glance at the girl beside her and found her already preparing for their first class.

“Hey.”

Su Yun called out awkwardly, “Where are we meeting tomorrow?”

Xiaochu was still organizing her notes, occasionally sniffing discreetly to check if the scent had faded. Su Yun’s sudden question caught her off guard. “Huh?”

Su Yun pouted. “You said you’d treat me to dinner yesterday. Did you already forget?”

Xiaochu quickly shook her head. “No, no, I remember!” She hesitated, then asked cautiously, “Is there anything you’d like to eat? We can meet outside the restaurant.”

Su Yun shrugged. “I don’t have anything in mind. You pick.”

Xiaochu: “How about hot pot?”

Su Yun: “Had that two days ago. Not in the mood.”

Xiaochu tried again: “Then barbecue?”

Su Yun: “Who eats barbecue in broad daylight?”

Xiaochu pondered seriously. “How about Sichuan cuisine?”

Su Yun: “Too spicy. Not my thing.”

“Buffet?”

“Too greasy. Pass.”

“Seafood?”

“Allergic.”

Xiaochu frowned, resting her hands on her knees as she turned to Su Yun in bewilderment. “Then what do you want to eat?”

Su Yun repeated, “You pick. I’m fine with anything.”

Xiaochu: “…”

This was anything but “fine with anything”—it was more like “nothing is acceptable.”

This might have been the first time Xiaochu encountered someone so difficult to please. Her mind blanked, unable to think of any option that Su Yun would actually agree to despite claiming she’d “go along with anything.”

Su Yun found Xing Xiaochu’s changing facial expressions quite amusing. With a mischievous glint, she nudged Xiaochu’s calf and teased, “Hurry up and think! Haven’t you decided yet? Or do you just not want to treat me to dinner?”

Xing Xiaochu felt utterly wronged—how could someone be like this?

If she’d known, she wouldn’t have offered to treat Su Yun in the first place…

Stumped, Xiaochu suggested several dishes, but Su Yun rejected them all. Yet it wasn’t that she genuinely disliked them; she was clearly just bullying Xiaochu. Clutching the hem of her school uniform, Xiaochu thought resentfully—Chen Dongdong and the others were right, Su Yun really did enjoy tormenting people.

Noticing Xiaochu’s silence, the mischievous Su Yun propped her chin on her hand, watching with growing fascination. The more she looked, the prettier Xiaochu seemed, until she blurted out, “How about… you come to my place and cook for me instead?”

Xiaochu froze at the suggestion.

Su Yun also stiffened momentarily, but cleared her throat and explained stubbornly, “My place is empty anyway. You could buy groceries and cook there—it’d be cheaper than eating out.”

“But…” Xiaochu hesitated, “I’m not a good cook.”

“I’m not picky,” Su Yun declared ‘magnanimously.’ “I’ll eat anything.”

Xing Xiaochu: “…”

Liar. You just rejected everything a moment ago.

“Well… alright,” Xiaochu finally agreed. “If you don’t mind terrible cooking, I can come over.”

Delight visibly sparkled in Su Yun’s eyes, though she struggled to maintain a nonchalant expression. “Fine then,” she said airily. “I’ll send you my address later. Just come over before noon tomorrow to cook.”

Something about this arrangement felt odd to Xiaochu—it almost made her sound like some kind of housemaid.

But being slow to react and timid by nature, Xiaochu dismissed her discomfort after saving Su Yun’s address. Silencing her phone, she tucked it into her backpack and prepared for class.

Remarkably, Su Yun didn’t sleep through lessons today. Though still inattentive, her attitude had noticeably improved—enough for even the stern homeroom teacher to praise her twice in class, leaving Su Yun genuinely surprised.

Meanwhile…

At Qi Ying’s design studio, recent factory orders kept her shuttling between locations for simple yet time-consuming projects.

Xia Ruoxin brought boxed lunches to the factory office, finding Qi Ying still drafting designs. “Stop working,” she urged, setting the food on a side table. “Eat first.”

“After I finish this,” Qi Ying murmured without looking up. “You go ahead.”

Xia Ruoxin shot her an annoyed look before physically dragging her to a chair. “Work can wait, food can’t,” she insisted, unpacking the meal. “It’s still warm—it’ll taste awful cold.”

Resigned, Qi Ying set aside her measuring tape and opened the container. “Huh?” Her eyes widened at the lavish spread. “Where’d you get this? There’s even steak?”

Xia Ruoxin giggled knowingly.

Qi Ying’s expression cleared as she nudged Xia Ruoxin’s leg with her foot. “From Shi Yu?”

“Mm.” Xia Ruoxin didn’t hide it, smiling as she said to Qi Ying, “I was originally planning to grab some food from the cafeteria, but before I got there, Shi Yu called and said she ordered takeout for both of us.”

Seeing Xia Ruoxin’s blissful expression, Qi Ying couldn’t help but ask curiously, “What does being in love actually feel like?”

Xia Ruoxin’s eyes sparkled as she replied, “It’s thinking about her every day, wanting to chat with her constantly. When you meet, you just want to be close, hold her hand, be intimate, and then…” She suddenly paused, eyeing Qi Ying warily. “Hey, A-Ying, you’re not regretting it now, are you?”

Qi Ying shot her a glance. “What do you think?”

Xia Ruoxin bristled. “I tried to convince you to accept Shi Yu back then, but you refused. Now that we’re together, you’re getting envious? A-Ying, how could you! After all these years of friendship, you can’t just steal my girl!”

The last part—”steal my girl”—was so loud that Qi Ying immediately clamped a hand over her mouth, hastily saying, “Rest assured, I have zero interest in your wife.”

Xia Ruoxin blinked, her eyes asking: Really?

Qi Ying released her. “Really. I didn’t like Shi Yu before, and I don’t like her now. No need to worry about me stealing your girlfriend. As long as she loves you, no one can take her away.”

This soothed Xia Ruoxin immensely. She scooted closer to Qi Ying, grinning so wide her eyes disappeared. “I knew you were the best, A-Ying. You’re both my wings.”

Qi Ying pushed her away in disgust, shifting aside, but Xia Ruoxin followed, dragging her chair closer. Curiously, she asked, “A-Ying, speaking of which, how’s it going with your underage little girlfriend? Which school does she even go to?”

“She’s of age, I told you she’s of age,” Qi Ying said, exasperated. “She’s not from around here, so stop asking. Besides… we haven’t even officially started dating yet.”

Xia Ruoxin gasped dramatically. “You heartless woman! That poor girl is already following you around, and you won’t even give her a proper title?”

Qi Ying flinched at her volume. “Why are you shouting? Do you want the whole world to hear?”

Xia Ruoxin hunched her shoulders, miming zipping her lips before whispering, “A-Ying, don’t be so secretive. What’s really going on between you two? We’re close—no need to hide it from me.”

Qi Ying felt a headache coming on under Xia Ruoxin’s probing gaze. She wanted to explain that it was just a game, that she didn’t actually have a girlfriend, but for some reason, the words stuck in her throat. The game felt too real—so real that Qi Ying sometimes struggled to separate it from reality. After a long pause, she sighed and pushed Xia Ruoxin away. “Drop it. There’s no future there. Let’s just eat.”

No matter how much Xia Ruoxin pestered her afterward, Qi Ying refused to say another word, leaving Xia Ruoxin thoroughly frustrated.

In the afternoon, the two of them were busy at the factory and had completely forgotten about the matter. Since they were likely working overtime today, Qi Ying sent Xing Xiaochu a text around two or three o’clock saying she wouldn’t be able to pick her up due to overtime. Xing Xiaochu didn’t reply—probably because her phone was on silent and she hadn’t seen it.

The factory workers had already left for the day, leaving only the office lights still on.

Xia Ruoxin, exhausted from the long hours, noticed Qi Ying was still working hard. She took a break to grab some water and saw Qi Ying’s phone vibrating nonstop on the table. Unable to resist, she glanced at it.

To avoid distractions during work, Qi Ying always kept her phone on vibrate. Now, it buzzed wildly on the desk—not from a call, but from one notification after another.

Xia Ruoxin squinted at the messages and called out in confusion, “A-Ying, your phone’s blowing up with texts. It says something about… Xing Xiaochu?” She turned to Qi Ying. “Who’s Xing Xiaochu?”

Qi Ying, still absorbed in her work, tensed up at the mention of Xing Xiaochu’s name. She immediately dropped her tools and rushed over, snatching up her phone. The notifications from the game flashed before her eyes—

Dear Designer, your Xing Xiaochu has entered estrus. Please visit her immediately!

Dear Designer, your Xing Xiaochu has entered estrus. Please visit her immediately!

Dear Designer, your Xing Xiaochu has entered estrus. Please visit her immediately!