Seduced Me into a Deep Fall (GL , ABO) - Chapter 7

“What agreement?” Ling Xi asked again.

Was she so exhausted that she was hallucinating?

Otherwise, how could she possibly hear the word “marriage” from Song Yi’s mouth?

“A marriage agreement. Since you want to break free from Mu Xie, nothing is simpler than finding a new target,” Song Yi said matter-of-factly.

“Besides, I’m also tired of being pestered by others.”

As they spoke, the agreement was drafted.

Ling Xi stared at the black characters on the white paper, her mind going blank.

A few seconds later, she finally snapped out of it but what struck her wasn’t the absurdity of Song Yi’s words.

It was Song Yi’s handwriting.

Bold and unrestrained, yet graceful. Neat and orderly, perfectly aligned without any guiding lines, looking almost as if it weren’t handwritten.

But only handwriting could leave such an impression.

The writing reflected the person.

Someone as proud and high-status as Song Yi had actually suggested signing a “marriage agreement” with her.

Her explanation even sounded somewhat reasonable.

“Miss Song! ”

“Song Yi.”

Ling Xi swallowed. “Song Yi, I’m not yet 22, so I can’t legally marry you , Ah, register the marriage.”

Song Yi finally lifted her striking peach-blossom eyes to glance at Ling Xi.

Seeing Ling Xi clutching the band-aid on her hand like a treasure, her mood lightened slightly.

That made sense. If they could register, why would Mu Xie go through the trouble of holding an engagement ceremony first?

“How much longer?” Song Yi hadn’t pried too much into Ling Xi’s life or investigated her.

So she didn’t know her birthday.

“A little over a month. The sixth of the month after next.” Ling Xi didn’t dare look at the agreement Song Yi had written anymore.

Just seeing those words made her feel immense pressure.

“Song Yi, I just want to escape Mu Xie. You taking me in is already more than enough. You don’t have to… marry someone like me. Even if it’s just an agreement. Something this important, you deserve someone better.”

Even if she never wanted to fall in love again, Ling Xi still believed marriage should stem from love.

Only then could it be beautiful, worthy of those vibrant red and white dresses, worthy of all the effort and hardship.

Song Yi noted down her birthday and studied her.

There was something she wanted to say,  how do you know you’re not good enough?

She gazed at Ling Xi for a long time, and Ling Xi remained silent just as long.

But she wasn’t cowering in fear anymore just lowering her head slightly, neither submissive nor arrogant, maintaining eye contact.

Song Yi couldn’t stand it.

With a sigh, she bent down and mercilessly tore up the freshly written agreement.

“We’ll talk later. I just wanted to solve my own problems who I marry doesn’t matter to me. If you’re unwilling, then forget it.”

Her tone sounded resigned, tinged with irritation.

As if scolding Ling Xi for her lack of cooperation without saying it outright.

The sound of tearing paper made Ling Xi feel a pang of guilt for a moment.

But that discomfort faded quickly.

Even if Song Yi claimed not to care who it was, an omega like her would never settle for a mediocre alpha like Ling Xi.

Besides, Ling Xi’s own life was still a mess. She couldn’t become someone’s support or step into another person’s life.

She couldn’t agree to such a frivolous agreement, and Song Yi shouldn’t set her sights on someone like her.

Song Yi pressed a remote.

“Auntie Zhao will find you an empty room. You can go now.” Her entire demeanor radiated a “don’t bother me” aura of gloom.

In just a few short hours, Ling Xi’s impression of Song Yi had changed multiple times.

At first, she thought Song Yi lacked vigilance, then found her as cold as the rumors suggested.

But now she felt Song Yi was actually quite kind, even… somewhat adorable.

Watching Song Yi press her temples as if suffering a headache, Ling Xi had a thought.

“Miss Song… Song Yi, do you have a headache?”

Though one good deed deserved another, compared to her own almost negligible contribution merely acting on impulse while most of the trouble was resolved by the police, Song Yi had helped her far more.

She had a small selfish wish, hoping this lovely omega could live better.

There was no need to ask. Song Yi probably didn’t pay much attention to daily life either.

The study was filled only with documents and clutter, devoid of any personal touches.

Not even tea was prepared, showing how little Song Yi cared for such things.

“What?” Song Yi pressed her temples casually, it wasn’t from drinking.

After finally managing to bring her home, she turned out to be so straightforward, her heart transparently pure.

But that was what made her adorable. Without ulterior motives, she acted purely for survival, not even scheming, even if it might backfire.

This was the Ling Xi worthy of her soul-deep love.

“I know a bit of cooking. If you don’t mind, I can make you some sobering soup? Hot soup helps with headaches.”

The words made Song Yi pause her movements.

Ling Xi added, “I’m not bad at it. My sister always praised me.”

In their family of four, with both mothers busy working, Ling Xi had learned cooking from her sister early on, taking turns to prepare meals.

“Fine. There’s a small kitchen in my room. You can check out your room with Aunt Zhao later.” Song Yi lowered her eyes, speaking casually.

Her heart was about to leap out of her chest.

Ling Xi was curious how a room could have a “small kitchen.”

Until Song Yi opened the door.

She saw what could only be described as a luxurious flat, a bedroom and living room larger than most apartments.

“If you’re missing ingredients, just tell them here or across the way. Someone will deliver. I’m going to rest.” Song Yi handed Ling Xi the remote.

Ling Xi took it, another piece of unfamiliar high-tech.

Holding her breath, she opened the fridge to find it fully stocked, then relaxed.

She didn’t dare fiddle with the remote, afraid she might break it.

As Ling Xi busied herself in the kitchen, Song Yi sat on the living room sofa.

Her back was turned, but the highly reflective glass in front of her mirrored Ling Xi’s movements.

In the reflection, Ling Xi wore a small apron, moving with light, nimble steps like a little rabbit.

The room was silent. Song Yi held her breath, even catching the soft hum of a tune.

…The one she knew best.

Song Yi pressed a hand to her wildly beating heart.

When… when could they grow closer, just a little more?

Like Mu Xie did with her, holding her hand, linking arms.

Like when she was drunk, hugging her, nestling into her embrace.

Sharing a room like this was already tremendous progress.

But Song Yi still wanted more.

Heaven knew how overjoyed she had been hours ago, the moment she saw Ling Xi.

Originally, she just wanted to drink to her heart’s content, to drown her sorrows and forget the fact that Ling Xi was engaged.

Taking advantage of the situation, she thought she might as well help her friend investigate the troublesome case that had been giving her a headache.

If Ling Xi hadn’t shown up, those low-level thugs wouldn’t even have warranted a move from the bodyguards Song Yi had brought along.

But Ling Xi came.

Song Yi clutched her wrist.

The spot where the prayer beads touched her skin burned.

Her fair skin flushed pink.

A string of agarwood beads trembled faintly, pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

A subtle, elegant fragrance drifted from them, the lotus tassels swaying like white waves.

She had restrained herself for so many years. Using the prayer beads to suppress her restlessness, cultivating patience and discipline.

All so she wouldn’t do anything too reckless, so she could smoothly take control of the Song family.

And then, find a way to reunite with Ling Xi.

She had thought Mu Xie had beaten her to it.

But now, Ling Xi was here.

Was it finally time to take off this string of beads?

Song Yi’s phone buzzed.

She opened it, discreetly snapping a photo of Ling Xi’s cheerful reflection in the glass before checking the message.

It was from Yun Fengzhi.

[You awake? What’s going on with you?]

Song Yi didn’t mind her friend knowing about her long-standing, morally questionable crush.

Amused, she curled her lips and sent a bunny sticker in reply big red eyes, floppy ears, soft and wiggly.

It really did look like Ling Xi.

Yun Fengzhi was clearly startled by her still-not-quite-normal friend.

[What are you doing? Be serious, you’re scaring me.]

[Fine, I’ll stop teasing you.] Song Yi withdrew the sticker.

This set of stickers had been a treasure of hers for years. She had once glimpsed Ling Xi using them but had never found the artist.

[You nearly gave me a heart attack. What’s going on between you and that Ling Xi? Is she someone special to you?]

Song Yi stared at the message.

Behind her, she heard a light hum, catching Ling Xi’s carefree, unrestrained demeanor in her peripheral vision.

Ling Xi carried an aura entirely opposite to her own every inch of it utterly captivating.

[Her? She’s the one I love.] Song Yi typed without hesitation.

Silence stretched for two full minutes on the other end.

The entire time, Song Yi could see Yun Fengzhi’s status flickering as she typed and erased, typed and erased.

Bored, Song Yi yawned.

[Don’t believe me?] Still waiting for Ling Xi to finish her business, she added another line.

[How could I?! Song Yi, do you even hear yourself? Who are you, and who is she? Don’t tell me you don’t know she’s engaged to Mu Xie.]

[So what?] Song Yi twirled a prayer bead between her fingers while tapping the keyboard with the other. Her words carried an air of dominance, yet remained elegant.

[I don’t care.] The details behind Ling Xi and Mu Xie’s engagement were none of outsiders’ business.

Yun Fengzhi sent a string of ellipses. [You know what you sound like? One of those domineering CEOs from novels who takes what they want by force!]

Song Yi scoffed. She was no CEO, if anything, she was a pitiful, helpless little lamb, waiting for Ling Xi to protect her.

Though perhaps, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

[Can’t be bothered to argue. By the way, here’s the info. Six people total. Shen Feique and the others went looking afterward but couldn’t find the one who ran back to report. The one who escaped is about 175 cm tall, wears size 41 shoes, male beta, trench coat and leather pants, with a scar on his face.] She had been pretending to be drunk, but when it came to her friend’s big case, she wouldn’t lie.

Yun Fengzhi, who had just been scared half to death, choked on her words again.

[I knew it… Alright, thanks. That’s all I needed. Good luck to you.]

Having obtained crucial information, Yun Fengzhi had no time for leisure. He put down his phone and immediately turned his attention to the case.

Song Yi turned off her phone and saw Ling Xi coming out with a bowl of hot soup.

“Song Yi, come drink this while it’s still hot,” Ling Xi said as she set the bowl down, waving her over.

“It won’t be effective once it cools,” she added, wiping sweat from her brow.

Song Yi turned to look at her dressed in casual home wear, a small apron tied around her waist, a cleaning cloth in hand. Before her was food made just for her.

For just a fleeting moment, Song Yi thought she was actually dating Ling Xi.

Just like in her dreams.