Redeeming That Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic Omega [Transmigration] - Chapter 14
Aaaaaah!
Why is the female lead suddenly saying such things to me?
And telling me to be good…
Wen Yan’s entire face flushed crimson, her gaze darting around, landing anywhere but on Xu Ruozhou’s eyes.
“Master,” Lin X’s voice cut through the awkward tension like a lifeline, offering Wen Yan a moment to breathe under the female lead’s oppressive aura.
The black-haired maid stood between them, her lashes lowered, perfectly positioned to create a barrier.
“Master, there’s a phone call for you.”
Xu Ruozhou frowned slightly, but Wen Yan shot Lin X a grateful look, relief washing over her.
She sprang to her feet and darted out the door like a monkey escaping its zoo enclosure.
“Honey, I’ll take the call!” she called over her shoulder.
After Wen Yan slipped away, only Lin X and Xu Ruozhou remained in the villa.
“Miss Xu, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go attend to other matters in the villa,” Lin X said, picking up her ledger.
Before she could take a step, a cold voice stopped her.
“Stay.”
Lin X paused, turned, and lowered her head humbly. “Miss Xu, is there anything else I can assist you with?”
Xu Ruozhou stared at her coldly.
The black-haired maid had straight bangs that fell past her eyebrows. When she lowered her head, the bangs completely obscured her forehead and eyes, making it impossible to read her emotions. She appeared docile and obedient.
Wen Yan had been deceived by this type of person—raising a wolf as if it were a dog in her own home. What good could come of such a master?
Xu Ruozhou said coldly, “Raise your head and push your bangs back.”
Lin X stiffened. “Miss Xu, I…”
“What?” Xu Ruozhou sneered. “Too ashamed to show your face?”
“No, I’m just afraid…”
Xu Ruozhou lost patience. She grabbed Lin X’s chin and forced her head up.
Lin X’s amber eyes met Xu Ruozhou’s cold, black gaze without flinching. With her other hand, Xu Ruozhou swiftly swept aside the maid’s thick bangs.
In that instant, Xu Ruozhou’s expression changed.
Beneath the bangs lay a severely burned forehead. The raw, red flesh devoured the girl’s smooth skin like a monstrous beast, creating a horrifying visage.
Xu Ruozhou’s pupils constricted sharply. Lin X quickly rearranged her bangs, lowered her head again, and began to tremble violently. Even her voice was timid as she said, “I’m sorry, Miss Xu. I-I didn’t mean to disobey you.”
“I was just afraid of frightening you.”
“Who did this to you?” Xu Ruozhou demanded, clenching her fists.
Lin X lowered her head, silent.
Xu Ruozhou repeated the question, her voice trembling with anger, “Lin X, tell me, who hurt you like this?”
Still silence.
A suspicion formed in Xu Ruozhou’s mind. Just as she was about to press again, Lin X suddenly knelt, revealing the truth.
The black-haired maid pressed her forehead to the floor, two clear tears sliding down her flawless, pale cheeks. “Master doesn’t want anyone to know about my injuries.”
“Miss Xu, I beg you, please don’t tell Master you know. I have nowhere else to go except the Wen Family.”
Had Wen Yan hurt Lin X?
Xu Ruozhou didn’t entirely believe Lin X’s words. The Wen Yan she knew wouldn’t find pleasure in tormenting the weak.
More accurately, the Wen Yan who clung to her every day now was definitely not that kind of person.
Despite her skepticism, Xu Ruozhou secretly intensified her investigation into Wen Yan’s past, growing increasingly curious about the woman she once was.
What could possibly cause such a drastic transformation in a single person?
Or were they not the same person at all?
As the Wen Corporation’s fortunes soared, Xu Ruozhou finally earned her first vacation—a full half-month—since taking over Wen Yan’s family business.
At dawn, before she could even freshen up, the Alpha excitedly dragged her out of the house.
The sun’s glare was blinding. Xu Ruozhou squinted, taking a long moment to adjust to the harsh daylight.
When Xu Ruozhou looked up, he found four people standing neatly before him, each holding a violin, a golf club, textbooks, and one even leading a magnificent white horse.
Xu Ruozhou turned to Wen Yan, puzzled. Wen Yan tilted his head back and said cheerfully, “Honey, these are the teachers I’ve hired for you.”
Teachers?
Xu Ruozhou hadn’t heard that word in ages.
The last time he’d listened to someone teach was when the Xu family, disgusted by his ignorance, had forced him to listen to the family rules and then copy them a hundred times as punishment.
After studying the female lead’s expression for a moment, Wen Yan still couldn’t tell if she was happy or not.
She should be happy, right?
Never mind. I can’t let the Fake Heiress succeed at the engagement banquet, no matter what.
Wen Yan remembered that in the original novel, Xu Ruozhou had never attended school and didn’t even understand basic gender differentiation.
Apart from his innate intelligence, Xu Ruozhou had few notable hobbies. In contrast, the Fake Heiress, who had stolen Xu Ruozhou’s life, was a “polymath” with a wide range of interests.
Worried about upsetting Xu Ruozhou, Wen Yan carefully tugged at his sleeve. “Honey, don’t be angry. I specifically chose these teachers—they’re all masters in their respective fields.”
“When you’re out socializing, you’ll inevitably need to entertain. It never hurts to have more skills. If I’m not around, you’ll be able to handle things on your own.”
Wen Yan didn’t mention the Fake Heiress’s plan to call Xu Ruozhou onstage to perform at the engagement banquet, fearing that revealing too much would backfire and trap her.
Xu Ruozhou lifted his gaze, his reddish-brown eyes settling on the Alpha’s earnest, almost reverent face, and the way her lips occasionally pressed into a straight line as she spoke.
Like an angel.
“……”
“Honey, did you hear what I said?”
The Alpha’s slender fingers waved in front of Xu Ruozhou’s eyes, snapping him out of his reverie. His ears flushed slightly. “I heard you. Stop nagging.”
Only when the female lead agreed did Wen Yan finally crack a smile, hugging her arm and grinning foolishly.
The four people standing opposite them exchanged awkward glances. Xu Ruozhou’s face reddened further, and he pinched Wen Yan’s thigh hard, making her wince in pain.
“You two are so close,” the riding instructor remarked wistfully. “The last time I saw this kind of dynamic was with Professor He Lan and…”
Realizing he’d spoken out of turn, the instructor immediately fell silent, his expression tinged with regret.
All eyes turned to the Omega violinist standing at the center of the group, her silver hair and elegant bearing as refined as an orchid.
Hearing He Lan’s name, Wen Yan immediately gave Xu Ruozhou a gentle nudge on the back.
Xu Ruozhou looked at her, puzzled, but the Alpha was winking and gesturing wildly, as if to say:
Go for it, honey!
Xu Ruozhou: ……
Though she didn’t understand why Wen Yan was so fixated on this early-famed violinist, Xu Ruozhou still stepped forward to shake hands, saying politely, “Teacher He Lan, while I’m very surprised to meet you here, it would be an honor to become your student and receive your guidance.”
!!!
Oh my god!
Wen Yan’s eyes widened, experiencing the full force of the plot for the first time.
Even though Xu Ruozhou hadn’t met her mentor He Lan after their divorce, she still uttered the exact same words as in the original narrative.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Miss Xu,” He Lan replied with a smile. “But calling me ‘Teacher’ is premature. I only teach students with exceptional talent. If you don’t meet my standards, President Wen will have to find someone else.”
“Oh?” Xu Ruozhou glanced at Wen Yan, who guiltily averted her gaze. In truth, the other three musicians were just decoys Wen Yan had hired to create a plausible scenario for Xu Ruozhou to meet He Lan.
She had exploited her knowledge of the plot and leveraged the information gap to track down this violin prodigy, who had vanished from the internet.
Following his wife’s death, renowned violinist He Lan spends his days weeping.
No one knew that the globally touring violin prodigy was sleeping on a park bench where she and her wife had first met.
Until one stormy night, an umbrella appeared over He Lan’s head, the silhouette of the person holding it eerily resembling her beloved.
He Lan, her mind fractured, grabbed the stranger’s hand. “Darling, have you come to take me home?”
The moment her fingers brushed the stranger’s palm, she jolted awake. “No, you’re not her.”
The stranger’s palm lacked the calluses worn by years of practice—this wasn’t a hand that had ever held a violin. But…
It was a hand perfectly suited for learning.
He Lan followed the hand, a work of art in itself, up to meet a pair of reddish-brown eyes. A shudder ran through her.
Those were the eyes of a shura, a demon who had walked through hell and vowed to personally slaughter everything in their path—eyes that mirrored those of her deceased wife.
He Lan’s eyes shone with an unnatural intensity. Ignoring her weakened state, she scrambled off the park bench. “Y-you… what’s your name?”
“My name is…”
“No, no, I don’t need to know your name!” He Lan interrupted, her words tumbling over each other. “Just tell me—will you become my student? I can teach you everything I know!”
“Teacher He Lan, while I’m surprised to find you here, it would be an honor to become your student and receive your guidance.”
Xu Ruozhou remained expressionless.
A sudden thunderclap echoed across the sky, as if this moment had been preordained by fate.
Wen Yan stepped forward, draped an arm around Xu Ruozhou’s shoulder, and declared to the violin prodigy, who had recently lost his wife, “Teacher He Lan, rest assured, my wife is an absolute genius, one in ten thousand. She’ll definitely meet your expectations.”
Xu Ruozhou glanced at her, displeased by her overconfident tone. He gazed at the distant gray sky and sighed, “Let’s hope so.”
The two-week intensive training began. Xu Ruozhou’s hard-earned vacation was completely filled by Wen Yan’s schedule, shuttling daily between the golf course and the practice room.
The racehorses at the equestrian center grew noticeably thinner, the tutor tasked with cramming ABO physiology knowledge wore out their tongue, the golf coach’s arm ached from swinging, and the ear-splitting violin practice silenced even the roosters and dogs.
Meanwhile, the mastermind behind all this chaos lounged on the sofa all day, sipping cola, watching cliché-ridden melodramas, and gaining three pounds.
One day, as Wen Yan was curled up on the sofa, unfamiliar footsteps approached from behind. Assuming it was the cleaning staff, she paid no attention until the person stood before her. Her eyes widened in surprise.
“P-Professor He Lan, what brings you here?”
He Lan expressionlessly tossed a card into the Alpha’s lap. “Your wife lacks talent. I cannot teach her. All tuition fees will be refunded in full.”
“President Wen, I suggest you seek another renowned instructor.”