The Housewife O Made Me Become a Mom (GL) - Chapter 1: Picked Up by a Beautiful Woman After Losing Memory

Chapter 1: Picked Up by a Beautiful Woman After Losing Memory

An amber light bulb hung from the ceiling, with a few exposed wires dangling precariously.

The faint scent of aster flowers kept seeping from the gland, blending with orange fragrance, endlessly entwined.

“Don’t… ugh.”

The woman trembled all over, her gentle voice broken by scorching lips.

The suppression came from the top Alpha’s pheromones in front of her.

The woman’s fingertips clung tightly to the edge of the cherrywood workbench.

“Don’t?”

The Alpha chuckled, gripping the Omega’s slender wrist, a flash of disdain in her eyes.

“I paid for this.”

Two blurry figures overlapped, the sweet smell filling the dim, narrow space…

In a small town outside Haicheng, a few middle-aged women sat in front of a house, chatting.

Their target was the neighboring bungalow, surrounded by a fence, about ten meters away.

It had rained last night, and the ground was still muddy.

Two clear tire tracks stretched from outside into the bungalow’s front yard.

“I’m telling you, that Omega next door, you know her, she brought an Alpha home yesterday!”

“You mean that widow Omega? Didn’t her wife die long ago?”

Another woman perked up her ears, spitting out a sunflower seed shell.

They weren’t old-fashioned, but this was genuinely shocking.

“Yeah, in the middle of the night, she was hugging that Alpha as they got out of the car. Oh my, I couldn’t even look!”

“Was it drunken passion? The internet says people pick up bodies at bars. That Omega’s raising a kid alone—how proper can she be?”

“You’re right, probably nine times out of ten…”

Inside the house at that moment.

“Qingyou…”

Lin Xu suddenly opened her eyes, having just had a vivid dream.

Her forehead was covered in fine sweat, her head throbbing and sore.

She saw a whitewashed ceiling, with the ticking of a clock in her ears.

She felt dazed.

A fair arm suddenly passed through her peripheral vision, carrying a cool fragrance. Lin Xu turned her head, puzzled.

She met a pair of cold, dark eyes. The woman’s thick lashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

“Awake?”

A soothing tone rang in Lin Xu’s ears, and she nodded.

“Wait, let me take your temperature.”

Lin Xu’s gaze followed the woman as she stood, holding a thermometer.

The woman’s soft black hair cascaded to her slim waist, wearing a high-neck, fitted wool sweater.

Her frail figure, under the glow of the sunset outside, gained a hazy charm.

So beautiful, Lin Xu’s heart skipped a beat. She blinked, her headache easing a bit.

“Who… are… you?”

Her mouth was so dry her throat rasped, making her pause between words.

The woman, wringing a towel, paused and looked down hesitantly. Seeing Lin Xu’s clear, clueless eyes, her brow furrowed slightly.

“Lin Xu, this isn’t funny.”

Without waiting, the woman tapped the thermometer against Lin Xu’s lips.

“Open your mouth.”

Confused but obedient, Lin Xu let out an “ah.” The next second, the thermometer’s rubber tip touched her tongue.

She pondered the woman’s words—what wasn’t funny?

Her mind felt like mush, unclear and foggy.

And where was this place? The woman didn’t seem like a bad person, though.

Lin Xu glanced away, studying the woman’s profile.

The woman crossed her arms, facing the window.

A breeze brushed her small, porcelain-white face, a few strands of hair falling loose. She tucked them behind her clean ear.

Lin Xu couldn’t help but swallow, but too hard, the thermometer’s tip hit the roof of her mouth.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Hearing the noise, the woman turned, waited for the coughing to stop, then pulled out the thermometer and checked it.

“Fever’s gone.”

That’s good, Lin Xu cleared her throat. Why was the woman so indifferent?

“But, sister, who are you?”

A long silence followed.

The woman’s narrow eyes stared at her, as if searching for a flaw in Lin Xu.

Last night, in pouring rain, Lin Xu had called Shu Qingyou, ordering her to pick her up as usual.

In the chilly autumn rain, Shu Qingyou wore a camel-colored coat.

At the designated spot, Lin Xu’s suit was messy, no umbrella, drenched by the rain.

Only her deep, peach-blossom eyes stood out.

As Shu Qingyou was about to ask, Lin Xu collapsed forward onto her.

She was burning hot, her temperature seeping through wet layers of clothes to the skin.

Shu Qingyou quickly realized Lin Xu had a fever.

The Lin family, a leading enterprise in Haicheng, operated globally in real estate, finance, tech, energy, entertainment, and more.

Lin Xu was hailed by the media as one of the most promising heirs.

Now, she looked like a stray puppy waiting for rescue.

How laughable—four years apart, and their reunion was so dramatic.

After one night, Lin Xu claimed amnesia to dodge responsibility?

Was this another way to toy with her?

Shu Qingyou met her gaze, finding no cracks.

After a long pause, she sighed inwardly.

“I’m Shu Qingyou. Don’t remember?”

Shu Qingyou?

Lin Xu silently repeated the name.

For some reason, her heart rippled, itchy with a sting.

Overwhelmed with mixed feelings, Lin Xu grew more confused.

“Sorry, do you know me?”

Lin Xu’s eyes lingered on Shu Qingyou’s cherry-pink, moist lips, inexplicably making her heart tremble.

Noticing her bold stare, Shu Qingyou hesitated, her eyes darkening.

Old habits die hard, she thought. Lin Xu might be faking.

Shu Qingyou pursed her lips.

“I know you.”

Four years later, Lin Xu was thinner, her once-youthful face now mature, with chestnut, long, wavy hair, exuding a grown woman’s charm.

Lin Xu felt relieved. Good, or she’d think she’d been sold off.

She grinned, showing her teeth. “So, sister, what are you to me?”

The slender Omega froze, the one who hurt her countless times now smiling brightly, acting like nothing happened.

“Nothing. Not family, not even friends.”

Shu Qingyou’s face was blank, looking down at her.

“No way, then why are you taking care of me?”

Though Lin Xu lost her memory, her wits were intact.

“I owe you.”

Her sluggish brain perked up. A debt? That made sense.

Repaying a debt was only right. Lin Xu quickly accepted her new role.

“Oh, so I’m your creditor. How much do you owe me?”

Shu Qingyou didn’t plan to tell her.

At 24, she was kept by Lin Xu for a year, no more, no less.

So, not a creditor—a sugar mommy.

Just then, faint footsteps came from outside. Lin Xu looked curiously.

A small, white figure hugged a toy. Looking closer, it was a little girl.

Her fluffy head had shoulder-length hair, wearing cat-patterned pajamas.

Her chubby cheeks and big, grape-like eyes showed fear upon seeing Lin Xu.

One glance, and Lin Xu saw the girl was a mini Shu Qingyou.

Lin Xu’s eyes lit up. “Sister, is this your sister? So cute!”

“Rongrong, be good.”

A flicker of panic crossed Shu Qingyou’s eyes, quickly hidden.

She picked up the girl, who whimpered and buried herself in her arms.

Shu Qingyou patted her daughter’s back, cooing softly.

After a while, she turned to Lin Xu, her voice like melting snow in winter, cool and lingering, seeping into the skin.

“She’s my daughter.”

Lin Xu’s mouth dropped, shocked.

You couldn’t judge by looks—this young-looking woman had a daughter old enough to run errands.

Lin Xu said warmly, “She seems scared of me?”

Shu Qingyou glanced at her, didn’t reply, and set her daughter on the living room sofa, noticing the cartoon had ended.

Realizing her daughter was reminding her, she switched the channel back.

The mother and daughter were so quiet, Lin Xu felt bored. Unable to sit still, she scanned the room, trying to recall something.

The room was simple, with landscape paintings on the walls and wooden flooring.

The bedding smelled of pleasant detergent, mixed with a faint, sweet orange scent.

After a while with no sign of Shu Qingyou, besides feeling ignored, Lin Xu grew curious about the unknown. Was this what amnesia felt like?

Clueless.

Lin Xu stretched, quietly got out of bed, slipped on new slippers, and creaked open the door.

The little girl sat obediently, hugging a penguin toy, curled up on the beige fabric sofa—a soft, white bundle.

She glanced toward the guest room. Lin Xu waved and said hi. The girl quickly turned away.

Lin Xu touched her nose, puzzled, and stepped closer to bond. “Your name’s Rongrong, right?”

Sensing Lin Xu’s presence, the girl flinched.

Lin Xu sighed—a shy kid. Fine, noisy kids gave her a headache anyway.

The living room had a Nordic rustic style, with a large wooden table.

The table was decorated with floral books, showing the owner’s decent taste.

Shu Qingyou was busy in the kitchen, likely cooking soup.

A sweet aroma floated in the air.

The kitchen window was half-open. Shu Qingyou’s smooth hair was in a low ponytail, her slim shoulders graceful.

The golden sunset glowed on her delicate nose, like a figure copied from a painting, utterly captivating.

Shu Qingyou moved, taking whipped cream and milk from the fridge, pouring them into a pot and stirring carefully.

Lin Xu watched, mesmerized, her heart tickled as if by a feather.

Her breathing quickened, uncontrolled.

The cartoon on TV hit a dramatic scene, the volume rising, snapping Lin Xu back.

Her ears burned. Caught staring, she sweated guiltily.

To hide her embarrassment, she cleared her throat and focused on the TV.

Shu Qingyou heard the noise but didn’t turn, noticing Lin Xu in the living room with her daughter, unusually quiet.

Lin Xu was never calm—at least, she always toyed with her.

Wondering what game Lin Xu was playing, Shu Qingyou thought amnesia sounded like science fiction.

But last night, Lin Xu didn’t need to risk her health. If Shu Qingyou hadn’t gone, Lin Xu might’ve collapsed on the street.

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice the spoon slip, clattering loudly on the quartz countertop.

“Sister, you okay?”

Lin Xu sprang from the sofa, full of energy, showing no sign of her recent fever.

True to a top Alpha, she recovered remarkably after one night.

Her vivid peach-blossom eyes curved, deceptively charming.

Picking up the ceramic spoon, its handle cracked slightly. Shu Qingyou stepped back, eyes lowered.

“Hand slipped. Making milk pudding.”

Following Shu Qingyou’s fair fingers, the molds were filled with warm milk mixture, the aroma wafting out.

Lin Xu noticed Shu Qingyou’s avoidance. She must owe her a lot, too scared to look at her.

“For me? Let me try.”

Shu Qingyou said, “You don’t like it.”

It was for her daughter. As for Lin Xu, she never liked her food, always swallowing it with a frown, though it wasn’t bad.

“How do you know I don’t like it? I’m hungry.”

Lin Xu pouted, unconvinced, rubbing her growling stomach.

“Sister, I want milk pudding too.”

“It needs to chill first, you…”

Shu Qingyou was slightly shocked. Could memory loss change someone’s personality so drastically?

Lin Xu grinned slyly like a little fox, even casually calling her sister.

Her soft hair brushed Shu Qingyou’s hand. Shu Qingyou stepped back, uneasy.

The heater was still on, and Lin Xu felt warm, while Shu Qingyou seemed cool.

Why stay so far?

Lin Xu moved closer, her skin suddenly hot, releasing a hint of floral scent.

Smelling the familiar aster pheromone, Shu Qingyou’s brow furrowed, her gland swelling.

Her breathing quickened.

—Crash!

The spoon shattered on the floor, broken into pieces.

Shu Qingyou slapped Lin Xu’s hand away, pressed her gland, and quickly stepped back.

Lin Xu tilted her head, confused.

“What? If you don’t want me to eat pudding, I won’t.”

Shu Qingyou’s eyes reddened, misty and dazed, her voice low with anger.

“…Lin Xu, control your pheromones.”