Omega, Always Wants to Mark Me - Chapter 28

I’ve been honest, please forgive me!

Fortunately, Song Wanwen noticed Lu Jinxi and smiled, “A Jin? Why don’t you show us a little dance?”

Apart from Ming Xiaoyue, Wen Yifan and Song Wanwen turned their gazes toward Lu Jinxi. Lu Jinxi glanced at Ming Xiaoyue, who had turned her head away, her fingers unconsciously gripping the hem of her skirt.

Maintaining a composed expression, Lu Jinxi replied with a polite smile, “Thank you, but I haven’t practiced enough yet. I haven’t even memorized all the steps, so I’ll pass for now.”

Another thoughtless, reflexive lie!

“Heh,” Ming Xiaoyue suddenly let out a cold laugh from the side.

Curious, Song Wanwen asked, “A-Yue, what’s so funny?”

Ming Xiaoyue forced a smile, her eyes fixed on Lu Jinxi as she replied, “Nothing, just remembered something amusing.”

Song Wanwen studied Ming Xiaoyue’s face, unconvinced she had genuinely recalled something “amusing.” Sensing the awkwardness, she tactfully changed the subject, “By the way, how’s your duet coming along? Would you like us to take a look?”

“No need…”

“Great!”

The two spoke in unison, leaving Song Wanwen utterly bewildered. Her gaze darted between them, sensing their relationship had become even more strained than when Wu Yingyun had been present.

Lu Jinxi nearly buried her face in the ground.

“Then, how about…” Song Wanwen began, trying to ease the tension and relieve Lu Jinxi’s embarrassment.

Ming Xiaoyue interrupted nonchalantly, “It’s fine. Let’s just dance. With A’Wen here, no one will notice any problems if we dance together.”

Lu Jinxi tugged at the hem of her pants, her head bowed in reluctant agreement.

“Okay,” she murmured.

Song Wanwen quickly seized the opportunity to escape this tense situation. “I’ll put on some music for you,” she said, pulling Wen Yifan away from the battlefield.

Ming Xiaoyue moved to a better-lit spot and struck a pose. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, Lu Jinxi caught a glimpse of the unique pride in Xiaoyue’s eyes, and her heart began to race uncontrollably.

In the end, Song Wanwen nudged Lu Jinxi and whispered, “A-Yue’s gone over there!”

Lu Jinxi took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and murmured, “Okay, I’m ready.”

As she approached, the strange sensation from before resurfaced. Lu Jinxi could feel her Alpha pheromones yearning to envelop Ming Xiaoyue, but the Omega’s pheromones remained vigilant, repelling any advance.

Lu Jinxi lowered her head, a hint of embarrassment in her eyes. A person’s pheromones could reveal their true feelings, much like how subtle microexpressions betray subconscious attitudes in psychology.

And pheromones were even more revealing.

Is Ming Xiaoyue guarding against me? Lu Jinxi didn’t dare dwell on the thought. The music had already begun to drift into her ears.

For some inexplicable reason, Lu Jinxi found herself thinking about Ming Xiaoyue’s earlier mockery. Her mind urged her to focus on the task at hand. I can’t hold Ming Xiaoyue back, she resolved inwardly, forcing herself to concentrate.

The familiar rhythm and beat filled the air. Lu Jinxi wondered if she had subconsciously adopted these movements to accommodate Wu Yingyun during their previous practice. The steps felt less like deliberate choices and more like instinct—as if at each precise moment, her body knew exactly what to do.

Lu Jinxi maintained as much distance from Ming Xiaoyue as possible. Everything appeared seamless until the final pose. As Song Wanwen cut the music, Lu Jinxi abruptly retreated three steps, her reaction even more exaggerated than during practice with Wu Yingyun.

To an outsider, it might have seemed as though two random partners had been thrown together for an impromptu performance.

Ming Xiaoyue, however, frowned deeply the moment Lu Jinxi pulled away.

Song Wanwen hesitated, then said, “Hmm, that’s… odd.”

“It is a bit,” Wen Yifan, who wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about dance, couldn’t help but chime in.

The strangeness was palpable, yet neither of them could quite articulate what was off. The movements and timing were technically perfect, but something essential seemed to be missing.

What was it? Song Wanwen and Wen Yifan pondered deeply, their expressions puzzled.

Ming Xiaoyue shot Lu Jinxi a disdainful glance, extended her hand, and called out, “Lu Jinxi, come here for a moment.”

Lu Jinxi hesitated, her feet rooted to the spot. She pursed her lips and shuffled forward a small step.

Ming Xiaoyue threw her another look, and Lu Jinxi reluctantly closed some of the distance.

When she was only a meter away from Ming Xiaoyue, she stopped again.

“Ah!” Song Wanwen exclaimed, suddenly understanding. “That’s it! That’s the awkwardness! It’s like you two aren’t close, but you’re not complete strangers either. There’s this… hmm, how to put it? It’s like A Jin is afraid of A-Yue.”

Ming Xiaoyue lowered her head, her lips twitching slightly. She let out a cold scoff, then raised her head, reached out, and tilted Lu Jinxi’s chin upward. Her voice was icy as she said, “Even Song Wanwen can see it, Lu Jinxi. What else do you have to say? I’m curious now—what exactly are you so afraid of me for? Hmm?”

Lu Jinxi started to deny it: “I’m not…” But under the three pairs of eyes, her voice faltered, and she lowered her head again, shame creeping into her heart.

Then, her jaw tightened, a slight ache forcing her head up. Lu Jinxi found herself meeting Ming Xiaoyue’s gaze for the first time, seeing only her own reflection in those dark pupils.

An indescribable feeling surged through her heart, but her breath caught in her throat, her throat bobbing slightly.

She saw Ming Xiaoyue’s furrowed brows twitch, and then those crimson lips parted slightly. “Lu Jinxi, what are you thinking right now?”

The Alpha’s pheromones spread, carrying a hint of aggression and an almost imperceptible dominance, threatening to overwhelm and envelop the woman before her.

Lu Jinxi snapped back to reality, her gaze darting to the earring on Ming Xiaoyue’s earlobe. Her pupils dilated, and without thinking, she lied, “Nothing.”

“Really? Then why can’t you look me in the eye when you say that?” Ming Xiaoyue’s voice was icy.

“I—” Lu Jinxi floundered, unable to find an answer.

Lu Jinxi fell silent, and Ming Xiaoyue didn’t press further. Song Wanwen and Wen Yifan, sensing the tension between the two women, remained silent and still like quail.

The training room fell silent. After an indeterminate amount of time, Ming Xiaoyue was the first to release her grip on Lu Jinxi’s jaw.

Her voice carried a hint of reckless abandon: “Fine. If you think you can perform like this in four days, I have no objections. The movements are complete, aren’t they?”

Ming Xiaoyue finished with a sardonic smile, turned away, grabbed her coat, and announced, “It’s about time. Let’s go eat.”

“Oh, okay,” Song Wanwen replied, tugging Wen Yifan along as they hurried to catch up with Ming Xiaoyue, leaving Lu Jinxi standing awkwardly alone.

“A Jin, aren’t you coming with us?” Song Wanwen asked, wedged between the two women, her voice barely audible.

Lu Jinxi moved her lips as if about to speak, but when she saw Ming Xiaoyue’s cold, stern profile, she swallowed her words and murmured, “No, I’m not hungry. You guys go ahead.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Ming Xiaoyue strode over with an imposing air. Lu Jinxi unconsciously took a half-step back. Song Wanwen’s mind raced, trying to decide which of the two she should pull away first if they actually started fighting.

Unexpectedly, Ming Xiaoyue merely brushed past Lu Jinxi, showing no intention of acknowledging her.

Song Wanwen glanced at Lu Jinxi, who remained rooted to the spot, then at Ming Xiaoyue, who was striding away. She hurried to catch up, but couldn’t resist offering a word of advice as she passed Lu Jinxi.

“A Jin, if nothing else works, why don’t you sincerely apologize to A-Yue?”

Lu Jinxi lowered her head even further. Song Wanwen didn’t have time to hear her reply as she rushed after Ming Xiaoyue, calling out, “A-Yue, wait for us!”

Lu Jinxi pressed her lips into a thin line, a flicker of regret in her eyes. She didn’t know how to explain to Song Wanwen that she had already apologized, but Ming Xiaoyue seemed… uninterested.

Meanwhile, the fire in Ming Xiaoyue’s heart burned even more fiercely. Only after leaving the practice building did she slow her pace, allowing Song Wanwen to finally catch up.

Song Wanwen, still panting, noticed Ming Xiaoyue suddenly stop dead in her tracks. She cautiously asked, “Huff… A-Yue, what… what’s really going on between you and A Jin?”

Ming Xiaoyue’s heart churned with irritation, her words tinged with recklessness. For the first time, she lost her composure and snapped, “How would I know her?!”

The outburst startled Song Wanwen, who had never seen Ming Xiaoyue lose her temper before. Her breathing grew noticeably lighter.

Ming Xiaoyue immediately regained her composure. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I was just… a bit emotional. I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s okay,” Song Wanwen interrupted. “I know you weren’t angry at us.”

After Song Wanwen’s words, an awkward silence settled between the three. Finally, the usually quiet Wen Yifan spoke up, “A-Yue, I think you might be a little too concerned about A Jin. He’s also…”

Wen Yifan trailed off, falling silent as Ming Xiaoyue’s gaze turned toward him.

Song Wanwen quickly stepped in to smooth things over. “Exactly, A-Yue! Could it be that what you shouted just now was your true feelings? If things get too difficult, why not ask Lu Jinxi to talk? We can do it in the stairwell, and Wen Yifan and I will keep an eye out.”

“No need,” Ming Xiaoyue retorted immediately.

“Ah…” Song Wanwen started to offer more advice, but Wen Yifan tugged at her sleeve, stopping her. Song Wanwen changed her tone, saying, “Just as long as you know what you’re doing.”

“Mm, I understand. Let’s eat first,” Ming Xiaoyue replied, her composure restored.

Later, Song Wanwen packed a fruit salad for Lu Jinxi. During their meal, Yang Yuting suddenly appeared, spouting a string of nonsensical remarks before storming off in a huff.

“Why is Yang Yuting always targeting you?” Song Wanwen asked, watching Yang Yuting’s defiant figure retreat. She couldn’t help but turn to Ming Xiaoyue, who remained utterly unfazed.

“How would I know? I’m not her,” Ming Xiaoyue replied dismissively. She had no patience for such childish behavior and saw no reason to respect it. After all, she didn’t believe Yang Yuting was actually targeting her.

“It’s probably Xi Ruoqiong…” Wen Yifan chimed in, unusually bold today.

“Huh? Really?” Ming Xiaoyue asked, confused. What did Xi Ruoqiong have to do with this?

“Well, haven’t you noticed? Besides Yang Yuting, Xi Ruoqiong talks to A-Yue more than anyone else,” Wen Yifan pointed out.