To Sink Into You - Chapter 5

“As long as it’s sweet,” Wen Yuxi said with a fox-like grin, pulling back the covers and settling into bed. “Want to stay and finish it?”

“Sure,” Ming Qian replied, smoothing the corner of the blanket. “Remember to brush your teeth after the sweet drink before going to sleep.”

Wen Yuxi wrinkled her nose and scoffed playfully. “Do you still think I’m a kid? I already brushed my teeth while you were showering.”

Ming Qian chuckled. “Alright, my mistake. I forgot you’re all grown up now.”

Wen Yuxi giggled. “What time should we get up tomorrow?”

According to Imperial Capital custom, on the second day of marriage, the newlyweds must prepare gifts and pay respects to both sets of parents.

“We’ll need to get up early,” Ming Qian said. “Tomorrow, we’ll first go to the Supervision Center to measure our compatibility scores, then to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register our marriage, and finally visit both family estates. There’s a lot to do. Would six o’clock be okay?”

“Okay,” Wen Yuxi nodded. “I’ll set an alarm.”

“No need. I’ll call you tomorrow,” Ming Qian said softly. “Close your eyes and sleep.”

Wen Yuxi blinked. “Have you finished your water?”

“Yes, I have.”

“Are you leaving now?”

“Yes, I’m leaving now.”

“Then I want this.” Wen Yuxi extended her right hand from under the thin blanket, wiggling her fingers. “Come on.”

A short laugh escaped Ming Qian. “What’s this?”

“A goodnight high-five,” Wen Yuxi said with a grin.

A high-five for goodnight?

Ming Qian’s expression softened with indulgence. She reached out and gently tapped her palm against the girl’s. “Goodnight.”

Wen Yuxi quickly withdrew her hand under the blanket. “Goodnight.”

Ming Qian left a warm, dim light on for her, silently closed the door, and left the room filled with the bitter aroma of black coffee.

Wen Yuxi took a deep breath, closed her eyes, clenched her right hand, pressed it against her heart, and curled up, trying to prolong the lingering warmth of the woman’s touch.

“Goodnight, wife.”

The night was deep and dark.

Ming Qian carefully twisted open the door to the master bedroom, her movements cautious. Under the warm glow of the bedside lamp, she slowly approached the bed and lowered her gaze to study the girl before her.

Wen Yuxi was sound asleep, her breathing light and shallow, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Her cheeks flushed with a delicate pink, her lashes thick and dark, and her skin smooth and fine, already hinting at the allure of a mature woman.

She had truly grown up, and beautifully so—a stunning Omega.

So beautiful that she seemed almost like a stranger.

A flicker of wistfulness crossed Ming Qian’s eyes as she leaned down and took Wen Yuxi’s left hand, which lay draped over the edge of the bed. She gently removed the ill-fitting wedding ring from her ring finger.

This ring had been custom-made for Wen Qingcheng, so naturally, it didn’t fit Wen Yuxi.

Plans often fall short of reality. No matter how clever Ming Qian was, she couldn’t predict the future. The wedding dress and vows could be changed on the spot, but the wedding ring, which had taken months to craft, could not.

For a young woman’s first marriage, no extravagance was too much.

As the elder sister Wen Yuxi relied on, Ming Qian should give her the very best of everything.

Ming Qian placed the ring in the bedside table drawer, retrieved the soft ruler she had prepared, and carefully wrapped it around Wen Yuxi’s ring finger, meticulously recording the measurements.

A delicate fragrance drifted into her nostrils—the scent of an Omega’s pheromones.

Wen Yuxi’s pheromones were remarkably unique. Unlike the sweet, gentle, and docile scents of other Omegas, hers possessed a complex, layered aroma:

The top notes were pungent and earthy, like ginger, with a slightly stimulating edge. The middle notes carried a neutral fragrance of pine, cypress, and tea leaves. Only after experiencing these layers could one detect the subtle, floral-like base notes—a calming, tranquil scent reminiscent of flowers.

After pondering for a long moment, Ming Qian finally remembered—

This was the scent of rosemary.

Ming Qian couldn’t help but recall a research paper on pheromones by a renowned professor she had read before.

The paper stated that big data showed Omegas with stimulating pheromones generally had difficult personalities: stubborn, irritable, vindictive, and terrifyingly possessive, making them unsuitable as partners.

At this thought, Ming Qian couldn’t help but smile.

Whether in the past or now, she found it hard to associate the adjective “difficult” with Wen Yuxi.

Perhaps she had seen too many of her adorable sides.

Ming Qian retrieved the ring from the drawer, carefully placed it back on Wen Yuxi’s finger, and traced the girl’s features with a gaze full of tenderness.

“Sweet dreams.”

The next morning at six o’clock, Ming Qian woke Wen Yuxi precisely on time.

“Yuxi, time to get up.”

“…Sister,” Wen Yuxi mumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” Ming Qian placed an unopened set of summer clothes beside her pillow. “Aunt Yang washed your clothes, but they’re not dry yet. Would you mind wearing this today? I bought it in your size.”

“Thank you,” Wen Yuxi said, sitting up awkwardly. “You didn’t have to go to so much trouble.”

“It’s no trouble at all. Come downstairs for breakfast after you’ve washed up. I made your favorite oatmeal porridge.” Ming Qian paused, then asked uncertainly, “Do you still like oatmeal porridge?”

“Of course I still like it,” Wen Yuxi nodded, her tone meaningful. “I’m very loyal. Once I like something, I’ll always like it.”

“Is that so?” Ming Qian chuckled softly. “Then that’s good.”

After washing up, Wen Yuxi changed into a new outfit and went downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast.

Perhaps to make it easier to take wedding photos, Ming Qian had prepared a preppy summer outfit for her: a white blouse paired with a navy blue pleated skirt, exuding youthful vibrancy and energy.

Aunt Yang greeted her with a warm smile. “Oh, the young mistress is awake!”

Wen Yuxi’s cheeks flushed crimson, and Ming Qian chuckled softly. “Aunt Yang, Yuxi is shy.”

Aunt Yang had been Ming Qian’s nanny for many years, caring for her tirelessly. She had accompanied Ming Qian abroad six years ago and returned with her to China just a month ago, essentially serving as a second mother.

Naturally, Aunt Yang knew Wen Yuxi well and continued teasing her in a familiar tone. “Our little girl has grown up so much.”

“It’s been six years, after all,” Wen Yuxi replied bashfully, sitting beside Ming Qian and quietly sipping her porridge.

She always behaved demurely in front of elders she respected.

After breakfast, the two women left together under Aunt Yang’s watchful gaze.

The black Bugatti pulled out of the courtyard. Ming Qian instructed the driver to go to the Pheromone Supervision Center, then leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes to rest.

Having slept poorly the night before, Wen Yuxi felt a bit dizzy.

Her gaze drifted uncontrollably to Ming Qian, and she longed to invite her to rest her head on her shoulder. Yet she hesitated, afraid of disturbing her.

The woman wore a white blouse identical to her own, paired with a long skirt that covered her knees. Her smooth black hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face with a high, straight nose and full, red lips—a classic, dignified beauty, both gentle and elegant.

Wen Yuxi’s expression grew increasingly tender, a bright light dancing in her eyes, overflowing with pure affection.

She’s my wife.

How wonderful.

“Sister…” Wen Yuxi called out tentatively, her voice hushed to a level that wouldn’t wake anyone.

“Hmm?” Ming Qian slowly opened her eyes, letting out a lazy hum. “What is it?”

Gathering her courage, Wen Yuxi asked, “Why don’t you rest your head on my shoulder?”

“No need,” Ming Qian replied softly, declining with gentle grace. “I’m just resting for a bit.”

“Alright…” Wen Yuxi sighed.

Slow and steady, slow and steady.

One day, she would completely break down the high walls Ming Qian had built around her heart and claim all her emotions.