The Black Lotus Omega Always Wraps His Tail Around Me (GL, ABO) - Chapter 10
After Fu Suihe spoke, she took a small step forward, closing the distance between them even more.
With that face suddenly so close, Ji Yanwan felt an unexpected wave of panic. Her back pressed against the door—there was nowhere else to retreat.
Before she could react, a soft knock came from outside.
“Suihe, are you ready?”
Abu’s voice was quiet. “The makeup artist is looking for you.”
“Yes, yes! We’re ready!” Ji Yanwan replied instantly, a little too quickly.
Fu Suihe let out a quiet laugh, clearly amused by Ji Yanwan’s flustered expression. There was a trace of mockery in her eyes.
By the time Abu pushed the door open, Fu Suihe was already sitting in a chair, looking composed and obedient, as if nothing had happened.
Abu glanced at Ji Yanwan, still standing by the door, then at Fu Suihe. She mumbled under her breath, “That was fast.”
She eyed Fu Suihe’s neck carefully. Once she was sure nothing looked out of place, she motioned for the makeup artist to come in.
The artist entered with a kit in hand, keeping their eyes down and going straight to work.
Fu Suihe’s next scene was a flashback, so the makeup needed to be adjusted. The artist brought out an eyeshadow palette and began adding depth and color to her face.
Ji Yanwan, still standing awkwardly at the door, didn’t know whether to stay or go.
The lounge was a temporary set, simply furnished with a large vanity mirror, a small sofa, and a curtained-off changing area.
Fu Suihe had her eyes closed while the artist worked on her makeup. When she opened them again, Ji Yanwan was already gone.
Fu Suihe opened her hand and looked at the brooch resting in her palm. Her smile was cold and tinged with irony.
Though the area was remote and isolated, the location was spacious.
Ji Yanwan jogged a short distance away from the lounge, creating enough space between herself and the building before pulling out her phone to call Meng Jiayu.
Standing there waiting, she took several deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart.
Every time she closed her eyes, she could still feel Fu Suihe’s cool fingertips brushing against her cheek, slipping into her collar.
But the two of them had only met a handful of times.
Why had things turned so ambiguous?
Was this what it felt like to fall into a questionable novel world? But this story was supposed to be hosted on a clean-rated platform.
Ji Yanwan tried to push away the wild thoughts in her head.
No. She couldn’t fall for an NPC. She still had missions to complete.
“Hey!” Meng Jiayu popped out from behind her and threw an arm around her shoulder. “Did you get lost on your way back from the bathroom? Our lounge is over there.”
Ji Yanwan noticed the flush on her friend’s face and asked, “Why are you so red? What were you doing?”
Caught off guard, Meng Jiayu cleared her throat. “Momo. Remember her?”
“She’s that little star I showed you a while ago. Came out of a talent show.”
Ji Yanwan didn’t recall much. In her memory, Meng Jiayu was a total flirt, always surrounded by admirers—and always returning the attention.
The lounge arranged for them was similar to Fu Suihe’s. When they pushed open the door, a woman was already sitting on the sofa.
The moment she saw Meng Jiayu, she stood up.
“You were in the bathroom forever. The assistant director came to rush me more than once.”
Momo was still in costume. She walked over and wrapped herself around Meng Jiayu like a snake. A moment ago, she had been playing the part of a fragile and pitiful character; now she seemed like a sly, agile serpent.
Ji Yanwan instinctively stepped back, giving them space.
Meng Jiayu, who never turned down a flirtation, leaned in and kissed Momo on the lips without hesitation.
Things escalated quickly. As the two of them became more entangled, Ji Yanwan stood up and said she was going outside to get some air.
Before she could leave, Momo lifted her head, breathless. “It’s your fault. You completely forgot someone else was here.”
Meng Jiayu nuzzled Momo’s neck lazily and said, “It’s just Ah Wan. She’s not a stranger. And anyway, who was the one that got all worked up first?”
Despite her words, Meng Jiayu did pull away slightly.
That was when Ji Yanwan got a clear look at Momo’s face.
Compared to Fu Suihe’s barely-there makeup and clean elegance, Momo’s look was the complete opposite.
Her eye makeup and foundation were heavy, clearly done for the camera. Paired with the partially undone costume, she gave off a flirtatious, almost vulgar vibe.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were in this production?” Meng Jiayu teased, fingers playing with Momo’s hair. “And that you’re playing opposite Fu Suihe?”
Momo huffed, her voice sharp with irritation. “Blame Fu Suihe. She refused to act as my support role and wouldn’t agree to any joint promotions, so everything got delayed.”
“She’s your supporting role?” Ji Yanwan asked suddenly.
Momo’s expression shifted instantly to one of smugness. “Of course. I’m the lead. She’s second.”
“You don’t even have a single well-known role,” Meng Jiayu said with a laugh, flicking her on the head. “And you’re picking fights over billing? If I had known you were acting opposite Fu Suihe, I wouldn’t have come.”
Momo blinked, confused. “Why not? You’ve never liked her cold and lifeless vibe.”
“It’s not just that,” Meng Jiayu added casually. “A while back, Fu Suihe offended a friend of mine.” She glanced meaningfully at Ji Yanwan. “If I’d known, I wouldn’t have come. No need to upset my Ah Wan.”
Ji Yanwan quickly responded, “I never said anything like that.”
Momo opened her mouth to speak again, but just then there was a knock at the door. A crew member poked their head in and said, “Sister Momo, the director’s getting upset. Should we…”
“Should what?” Momo snapped, her expression suddenly turning fierce. “Did I say you could come in? Get out and wait. Don’t bother me.”
The assistant flinched, mumbled a quick apology, and shut the door.
Meng Jiayu chuckled. “You’ve got a temper. Are you the queen of this set or something?”
Momo flopped into her arms and playfully tapped her chest. Just as they looked ready to start making out again, Ji Yanwan couldn’t take it anymore and stood up to leave.
Back at the filming site, the set had already been prepared. The scene was a water rescue, and to save money while keeping it realistic, the director had decided to film at a nearby lake.
The lake area had been inspected by safety personnel. The water was deep, so they had sectioned off a small area deemed safe for filming.
Everyone was already in place.
The director sat in his chair, fuming. “I’ve been shooting films for years, but this is the first time I’ve seen someone this useless still act like a diva!”
The assistant director tried to calm him down. “Please, don’t get too worked up. She’s not exactly talented, but she has backing. That’s the only reason.”
People around them were whispering. It was clear Momo had built up quite a bit of resentment on set.
Finally, after more than thirty minutes, the lounge door creaked open. Momo stepped out slowly, one hand clutching her neck as if to imply fragility.
Behind her, Meng Jiayu followed. A few buttons on her shirt were undone, and her shirt hem was rumpled.
Seeing Momo arrive, the director didn’t even bother hiding his annoyance. He grumbled a few curses and barked out the command to start shooting.
The scene was a water rescue between Momo’s character and Fu Suihe’s.
The story called for the master to find the heroine, who had been pushed into the water, and ask if she wanted to learn magic.
It was March—neither too warm nor too cold. Sunlight danced on the lake’s surface, glinting off the rippling water.
Momo had put on a life vest and secured her safety harness. As soon as she got in the water, she began complaining loudly about the cold.
The director called “Action.”
Momo thrashed around in the water a few times, raising her voice and shouting for help.
Fu Suihe’s character, the master, was supposed to appear just then, hear the cries, approach, and offer a hand to help her out of the water.
But just as Fu Suihe reached out her hand, something unexpected happened.
Momo, instead of grabbing hold and letting herself be pulled up, suddenly yanked hard.
With a loud splash, the white-robed figure who had been standing calmly at the edge of the bank was pulled straight into the lake.
The sound of water echoed as Fu Suihe disappeared beneath the green-blue surface.