The Aloof Omega Caught the Eye of a Clingy Sweetheart (GL, ABO) - Chapter 11
You Song arrived at the banquet hall entrance in Jian Qiuyi’s car.
Her own car remained untouched in the parking spot, though she had to pay a hefty parking fee when leaving.
Jian Qiuyi watched You Song drive off and could only follow in frustration, their cars sticking so close together that You Song suspected the other woman might rear-end her on purpose.
After finally reaching the neighborhood entrance, You Song pulled over, and Jian Qiuyi immediately parked by the roadside as well.
Unbuckling her seatbelt, You Song stepped out and approached the other car.
Knock knock knock!
Jian Qiuyi rolled down the window and glanced at her. “Why stop here? Why not go inside?”
The cold wind bit at You Song’s skin. She tucked a strand of long hair behind her ear and tightened the borrowed jacket around herself before replying, “I’ve got my car now, and you know where I live. You can go back, right?”
Jian Qiuyi’s eyes flickered mischievously. “Aren’t you going to invite me upstairs, President You? Maybe for a cup of coffee?”
“There’s no coffee at home,” You Song said calmly. “Thank you for taking care of me today, but I won’t be inviting you in. I’ll return your cleaned clothes on Monday.”
Jian Qiuyi glared at her unhappily. “You think I care about these rags?”
“Whether you care or not, I’m returning them,” You Song replied coolly. “It’s late. You should head back.”
Jian Qiuyi stared at her, then huffed. “Fine, I get it. You just want me gone. I’ll leave, won’t bother you anymore.”
With that, she rolled up the window and drove off sharply, disappearing around the corner.
You Song watched the car leave, a pang of guilt settling in her chest. She could tell this straightforward young woman had feelings for her, but You Song couldn’t reciprocate not just because Jian Qiuyi was Jian Xiangling’s daughter, but also because of the secondary gender she had long concealed.
She stood on the roadside for a long while, the wind chilling her to the bone, before finally turning back to her car and driving into the neighborhood.
Yet barely seconds after she entered, another car slipped in behind her Jian Qiuyi, who had circled back after pretending to leave.
“Who does she think she’s dealing with? Trying to shake me off,” Jian Qiuyi muttered, resting her chin on the steering wheel as she watched You Song park in front of a building and enter the lobby.
She quietly followed, noting the elevator stopping on the 21st floor.
Snapping her fingers in satisfaction, Jian Qiuyi memorized the address before finally driving home.
After a night’s rest, You Song’s fever had completely subsided, but perhaps due to taking too many suppressants, she still felt weak all over.
Deciding it was best to get checked, she made a hospital appointment.
Sitting in the waiting area, she multitasked replying to messages from employees while waiting for her name to be called.
Soon, she heard it.
Pushing open the doctor’s door, she saw a white-coated physician typing at the computer without looking up. “Sit.”
You Song took a seat and slid her medical records across the desk.
“Tell me about your condition,” the doctor said, glancing at You Song’s medical records before asking her to describe her issues first.
After a moment of thought, You Song replied, “I’ve been using suppressants these past few days and noticed my limbs feeling weak. I even developed a high fever yesterday. I wanted to check if there’s something wrong with my body.”
The doctor listened and then asked, “How long have you been using suppressants? Do you have an alpha? When was your last heat?”
“I’ve been using suppressants for seven years. I don’t have an alpha, and my heat just ended last week.”
“Seven years?”
Hearing this, the doctor instinctively looked up at You Song sitting before her and said curiously, “You know suppressants aren’t meant for long-term use, right?”
“I know,” You Song replied calmly. “But I don’t want to find an alpha.”
The doctor fell silent. She had seen too many people like You Song. Her gaze shifted to the secondary gender listed on the medical record, Omega and she said with concern, “Even if you don’t want to, you can’t keep using them indefinitely. You could come to the hospital’s isolation ward instead of taking suppressants for seven years.”
You Song didn’t respond immediately. After a long silence, she finally asked, “Are these symptoms because of the suppressants?”
“Modern suppressants have minimal side effects, but you’ve been taking them for too long. That’s likely the cause,” the doctor explained. “Don’t use them during your next heat. I strongly suspect you’ve been overdosing, which is severely damaging your body.”
The doctor then went on with a litany of precautions, all of which were common knowledge to You Song.
After prescribing several tests bl00d work, imaging the entire day passed. Just as the doctor had initially suspected, the results confirmed suppressant overdose.
“Once you’re back, stop taking so many suppressants,” the doctor advised earnestly. “All medicine has its toxicity. Constant suppression isn’t good either. You need to take responsibility for your own health.”
“I understand,” You Song said, holding her test reports. After a pause, she suddenly asked, “Doctor, do you know when gland removal surgery might be introduced in our country?”
“Gland removal surgery?”
The doctor looked up, studying You Song carefully before replying, “At present, it’s highly unlikely such a procedure will be approved domestically. Unless there’s a glandular pathology requiring removal, Omegas aren’t permitted to elect for this surgery.”
“I see,” You Song said calmly. “Thank you, Doctor.”
As she walked out of the hospital with her test results, the setting sun cast long shadows. You Song felt an overwhelming weight in her chest.
In her youth, she had always believed she would present as an alpha, dreaming ambitiously of her future. Yet at eighteen, her secondary differentiation had betrayed her, leaving her as she was now.
You Song couldn’t understand, why did she have to be an Omega? Why couldn’t she have been a beta?
No scent sensitivity, no heats or ruts. Just the freedom to work hard every day, steadily pursuing her goals.
Free from constraints and biological limitations, she could truly be herself.
Yet even this simple wish remained out of reach for You Song.
Her current hard work served two purposes securing a foothold in this metropolitan city and saving money for overseas surgery. However, only a few developed countries currently performed gland removal procedures, which came with numerous requirements beyond just the cost.
Money was the easiest problem to solve, so You Song decided to tackle that first.
No sooner had she settled into her car than her phone rang. Retrieving it from her pocket, she glanced at the screen and instinctively furrowed her brows.
The phone continued ringing for a long while before You Song reluctantly answered, pressing it to her ear.
“Song Song, why did you take so long to answer?” Her aunt’s voice chirped through the line, prompting You Song to reply with a headache, “Auntie, why are you calling me out of the blue? Is something wrong?”
“Can’t I call my niece without a reason?” Her aunt replied cheerfully before adding, “Though I do actually have something to discuss.”
“What is it?”
“Remember that physical education teacher I mentioned to you the other day?” Her aunt said with a laugh. “Are you free in the next couple of days? I’d like to arrange a meeting between you two.”