The Housewife O Made Me Become a Mom (GL) - Chapter 10: Can't Find the Inhibitor...

Chapter 10: Can’t Find the Inhibitor…

Lin Xu’s self-assertive behavior didn’t receive tolerance, let alone the praise she imagined.

She successfully earned a long silence from Shu Qingyou.

This was outright cold violence, and Lin Xu couldn’t accept it. Her temper flared up, and she blamed Shu Qingyou.

“Why are you angry? What did I do wrong? Tell me, does explaining cost you your life?!”

The amnesiac Lin Xu didn’t notice that when her anger surged, even without releasing top-tier pheromone pressure, her aura alone caused significant physical stress to others.

So much so that Yue Yang quickly sensed the uneasy particles stirring in the air.

Perhaps she should leave first, giving the couple space to argue?

Shu Qingyou remained silent, a fleeting trace of sadness in her eyes.

Her soft personality from childhood, coupled with frequent colds and fevers, required more self-cultivation, naturally forming a habit of avoiding arguments.

It was her past weakness that made it hard for her to refuse Lin Xu’s excessive demands during their time together.

Many memories couldn’t be dwelt on; delving too deep only added more pain to old scars.

She turned away, suppressed her emotions, regained her usual demeanor, and continued the unfinished conversation with the teacher.

Lin Xu initially reacted like a cat with its tail stepped on, with no one to soothe her, becoming erratic and aggressive.

Now, she had hit a wall, and whether good or bad, her mood plummeted to rock bottom.

The situation was dire, and Lin Xu felt a bit lost. Suddenly, an idea sparked—she couldn’t handle the big one, so she’d start with the small one.

She squatted to Shu Rong’s level, gently shaking her finger.

“I was wrong, I’m sorry. I won’t tell you bad stories anymore. I have a story about a princess slaying a dragon, super exciting, are you interested?”

Shu Rong opened her mouth, thoughtful. Her mother only told her stories of princesses and knights living happily together. What was slaying a dragon?

Her face, like a soft white bun, looked even cuter when puffed up.

There was hope!

Lin Xu quickly pressed her advantage.

“Big sister will buy you sweet snacks, any kind—soft, hard, square, round, with little animal patterns. Oh, ask your mom if you can eat them, okay?”

Hearing about so many types of candy, Shu Rong couldn’t help but feel tempted.

She hesitated for a few seconds, and under Lin Xu’s encouraging gaze, she gently nudged her mother’s arm with her head.

Shu Qingyou felt helpless and exasperated. She wasn’t a child; a few coaxing words wouldn’t soothe her.

Using her daughter to bribe her, Shu Qingyou ignored it.

“Teacher, from what you described earlier, your wife specially brought back a piece of pottery from Europe. Could this student have the honor of seeing it?”

Yue Yang, watching the drama unfold, had been quietly amused for a while. For the sake of appearances, she pretended nothing happened and smiled in agreement.

Still the same old Lin Xu, unable to hold back any longer, she urgently hugged Shu Rong, turning the tables.

“Shu-jie, you can’t mistreat a child. She’s so young, at the age where she craves snacks. If you don’t buy her candy, you don’t deserve to be her mom.”

“Rongrong, you’re so pitiful, not loved by your mom or anyone. Tell big sister what you want to eat, I’ll cover it all!”

Lin Xu thought she performed brilliantly, her excitement soaring.

“Shu-jie, at least make a sound. People might think you’re mute.”

How did she manage to hit every single one of her triggers? Shu Qingyou’s brows slightly lowered.

Shu Rong, tightly hugged, no longer understood what big sister was saying.

Why was Mom looking at her? Mom said big sister wasn’t bad, so should she listen to her?

Shu Rong’s eyes darted, her mouth slightly opened, her throat bobbing, letting out a timid, short sound.

“Squeak.”

The three adults present: …

Great, her plan backfired. Lin Xu was so embarrassed she froze, her mouth twitching several times.

The silence lasted through dinner. After bidding the teacher farewell, Shu Qingyou not only drove but also kept an eye on Lin Xu, the big child.

Lin Xu behaved decently during the meal, her table manners ingrained since childhood. She handled the silver knife skillfully, cutting food into perfect shapes, her posture a model of Western etiquette.

Gradually, one glass of red wine after another went down, and Lin Xu started losing control.

She slumped on the table, reaching toward the silver candlestick, slurring loudly: Watch me show off my flame-pinching skills!

The waiter rushed to stop her. Lin Xu, quite strong and drunk, caused chaos, nearly starting a fight.

The scene was utterly chaotic.

Shu Qingyou could only apologize profusely to the teacher. Fortunately, the teacher was gracious and even asked if they wanted to stay the night.

Of course, Shu Qingyou didn’t trust Lin Xu not to cause more trouble at the teacher’s house, so she chose to drive home.

The car’s interior lights were dim, with occasional white headlights from passing vehicles flashing by. In the interplay of light and shadow, her calm phoenix eyes reflected like falling snow on a winter night.

Lin Xu, dizzy and limp like a puddle of mud, slumped in the passenger seat. For safety, she couldn’t sit with her daughter.

Even without the heater, Shu Qingyou felt hot, her body less controlled than usual, fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

She had to consciously adjust her breathing to avoid panting.

The most embarrassing were her glands and gland openings, faintly swollen.

Shu Qingyou didn’t dare press the inhibitor patch on her neck. At a time like this, one extra move could cause unpredictable consequences.

Her brows furrowed tightly; her heat cycle had come a week early, and the faint orange scent was leaking.

If she didn’t hurry, the smell would likely fill the entire car.

Her voice low, with a barely noticeable tremble: “Rongrong, Mommy’s going to open the window. Put on your little blanket, okay?”

While the pheromone levels were still light and there were fewer people in the suburbs, speeding up might disperse some of it.

Shu Rong, not yet differentiated, couldn’t smell anything. Wrapped in her blanket, the cold wind whipped over her head.

Shu Qingyou, mostly sober now, glanced at the rearview mirror. Lin Xu, chilled by the wind, half-opened her eyes, mumbled complaints, frowned, hugged her arms, and went back to sleep.

Half an hour later, nearing home, Shu Qingyou closed the windows tightly, enduring the relentless heat rising in her body. She brought Shu Rong to the living room and put on cartoons.

Her voice was noticeably weak as she spoke.

“If you get tired, sleep on the couch. Mommy will carry you to take a bath later.”

Shu Rong was thrilled, grinning widely. Her mom usually didn’t let her watch cartoons at night, so she stared at the TV, delighted.

Shu Qingyou had endured too long. Once home, her legs were so weak she could barely walk.

Everything was flooding.

The familiar home blurred in her vision.

She had to hold the wall, no longer suppressing her breathing.

“Mm…”

Dazed, she thought she must keep inhibitors in the car from now on. She was too careless. Since having Shu Rong, she had neglected these things.

Lin Xu’s sudden visit—she underestimated her influence and shouldn’t have let her guard down.

Inhibitor, where, where, where…?

She struggled to the bedside, rummaging through the drawer again and again.

“What are you looking for?”

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind her, making Shu Qingyou tremble.

She had heard this devilish whisper over hundreds of days and nights.

Lin Xu loved using this tone, replacing her usual cold indifference.

During moments of passion, when forcing her, relying on being a top-tier Alpha, Lin Xu was always reckless, constantly biting her glands and gland openings.

Shu Qingyou couldn’t help recalling the bone-deep pain of washing away the mark.

Compared to her body, marked by Lin Xu and easily aroused, at least now she could maintain her last shred of rationality.

But even so, at the peak of her heat, she couldn’t help feeling overwhelmed by the slightest hint of Lin Xu’s pheromones.

Lin Xu was resting in the car, so how…? Shu Qingyou’s eyes lost clarity, and she panted softly.

The faint aster flower scent, in her heat state, felt like a heavy floral trap from Lin Xu, like a silken net tightly binding her.

Her head spun, and she weakly shook it.

“No, not looking for anything.”

Lin Xu was still groggy. She drank too much, and did she cause a scene at dinner?

Damn it! Waking up alone, left in the car by Shu Qingyou.

Looking around, it was pitch black outside, and the room’s lights weren’t bright either.

Nothing bad happened, right? She thought it best to apologize to Shu Qingyou.

Entering, Shu Rong was glued to her cartoons, ignoring Lin Xu’s arrival.

She noticed Shu Qingyou half-kneeling, seemingly busy searching for something. Lin Xu felt too awkward to speak up.

Why was Shu Qingyou in the guest room, not turning on the light? Was she not allowed to sleep in a bed tonight?

Not looking for anything?

Lin Xu didn’t believe it. She approached Shu Qingyou, placing a hand on her shoulder, her breath brushing Shu Qingyou’s ear.

“Shu-jie, let me help you look.”

Shu Qingyou’s shoulders tensed instantly. Lin Xu’s unique floral scent, mixed with the alcohol on her breath, brewed an indescribable allure.

A new wave of heat spread from her ear tips to her roots, red enough to bleed.

Shu Qingyou pinched her arm, regaining some speaking logic.

“It’s fine, you, um… go out first…”

“What’s wrong, are you sick?”

Something was really off. To observe closely, Lin Xu leaned nearer under the moonlight.

“Let me take you back to your room to rest, Shu-jie. This is my bed.”

She tried to stay patient, her tone soft.

Unexpectedly, as she touched Shu Qingyou’s slender back, Shu Qingyou completely collapsed, barely clinging to the bed’s blankets.

“Ah…”

Shu Qingyou’s silky long hair fell over her chest, half-hiding her flushed face. In the moonlight, her eyes’ corners tinged red.

Mist clouded her dark eyes, making them hazy.

She couldn’t help glaring at Lin Xu in reproach, leaving Lin Xu stunned.

Soon, Shu Qingyou realized the situation was bad. She quickly lowered her brows, shaking her head in refusal again.

It wasn’t her first time. Lin Xu’s heart raced. Shu-jie was so beautiful, breathtakingly so.

And that brown mole at the corner of Shu-jie’s eye made her crave even more.