Chapter 67 Part 1

After confirming multiple times that Lin Xu was fine, Shu Qingyou left with many backward glances, still unable to fully relax. The main issue was the broken door—she worried that, given Lin Xu’s deranged state, she might wreck the house.

Shu Qingyou quickened her pace and scooped her daughter into the crook of her leg. “I’ll leave Rongrong with you. I’ll come back as soon as possible.”

Lin Xu, whose freshly bandaged arm was itching with excitement, eagerly hugged Shu Rong and lifted her face, flashing Shu Qingyou a toothy grin.

“Thank you! I heard that people need emotional support animals when they’re feeling down or injured. This is exactly what I wanted.”

Who would compare their daughter to a dog? Shu Qingyou nearly lost control of her expression but managed a curved smile. “Just don’t do anything stupid again.”

“Hey, what kind of talk is that?” Lin Xu cupped Shu Rong under the armpits and hoisted her up. “What a cute little nose and eyes—not for nothing is she my baby’s eldest daughter.”

She pressed her mouth directly to the child’s face. “Come on, call me Mommy. Mommy will buy you the biggest little cake in the world.”

This terrified Shu Rong. Her instincts told her that none of this was a burden a three-year-old should bear.

Wisely, she opted to play dead like a turtle pulling into its shell. She lowered her head, tilted her neck, and pretended to snore.

It was too painful to watch. Shu Qingyou’s brow furrowed tightly. How did I ever end up in bed with this lunatic?

Though Lin Xu had impressive stamina in practice, Shu Qingyou couldn’t indulge in it.

She rubbed her temples repeatedly as an indescribable fatigue washed over her. She’d need caffeine to perk up now.

As she turned to leave, her phone buzzed with messages from the real estate agent. The landlord urgently needed to sell; young factory workers nearby were very interested.

It was marketed as a rustic farmhouse getaway, and plenty of people had inquired.

Shu Qingyou had been delayed too long by Lin Xu, but luckily, her sister was understanding and didn’t press her about being half an hour late.

“Sis, did that freak cause trouble?”

Shu Wan Ning had brought stacks of printed high-tech gadgets, gold ingots, and an aluminum bucket for burning them.

“No, she was pretty well-behaved.”

Shu Qingyou crouched down and busied herself with the yellow paper in her bag, her fingers deftly folding it into ingot shapes in just a couple of movements.

“You’re late, though. You’re always so punctual.”

Shu Wan Ning lit the fire, the reddish glow reflecting in her all-knowing eyes. “Just don’t regret it.”

She already did. But Shu Qingyou felt it improper to discuss in front of their mother, so she let Shu Wan Ning vent in a rapid-fire rant.

After finishing the memorial rites, Shu Qingyou got a call from her teacher midway through grocery shopping. It was Yashin-Sensei, who had always thought highly of her years ago and even mentioned Yashin.

As the teacher chatted amiably over the line, Shu Qingyou’s mind wandered to other thoughts. She asked for Yashin’s email.

Perhaps she wanted a backup plan. When Shu Qingyou returned home, the scent of cake instantly filled her nostrils. She froze in place, dumbfounded for a moment.

The table was covered in a riot of colorful cakes. Shu Rong looked like a little mouse dropped into a rice bin, her mouth and chin smeared with crumbs and cream.

The culprit, Lin Xu, propped her chin on her hand and kept encouraging her. “Isn’t the little cake Mommy ordered for you delicious?”

Shu Rong knelt on the table, her eyes gleaming.

“Lin Xu, have you lost your mind?!” Shu Qingyou pushed through the cake barricade, scooped up her trapped daughter, and shooed her to the other end. She suppressed the urge to curse, took two deep breaths, and maintained a dignified smile.

“You like her—that’s good. But don’t spoil her too much. She can’t resist temptation.”

“How is it spoiling?” Lin Xu stood up, her gaze dropping as she brushed crumbs off her clothes.

She had specially rushed the restaurant to deliver the cakes—maybe too many, but it suited Shu Rong’s wishes. Now Shu Qingyou could rest easy being with her.

She would take good care of their daughter—and hers.

Lin Xu sauntered over, reverently caressing Shu Qingyou’s smooth, tender face with deep affection. “I’m thinking of renovating this house. The bathroom door… hmm, wooden ones. In case one day you lock yourself in again.”

“No, better to raze it and rebuild. Three or four stories, a grand villa—as our wedding home. What do you say?”

How could she say no? Lin Xu used to at least pretend, holding back her pheromones. Now she was in heat every moment. Shu Qingyou’s face flushed from the inside out.

She pushed back against Lin Xu’s head, which was nearly burrowing into her chest. “Calm down first. I… you, don’t lift my clothes…”

“I missed you,” Lin Xu said fervently. “You like my pheromones, right? Your face is red like a peach.”

Shu Qingyou corrected her distractedly. “That’s just the pheromones forcing it—not me initiating.”

“Doesn’t matter. Black cat, white cat—catches the mouse is a good cat. Your face is all pink and tender, so you physiologically like me.”

“How about we put on a live show for our daughter right now? She’ll gain experience for later.”

Who could tolerate this? Faced with Lin Xu’s shameless persistence, Shu Qingyou grabbed her collar, shoved her away with all her strength, and slapped her hard across the face.

“Get serious! Rongrong is only three!”

Lin Xu was stunned for a moment. Slapped? A faint five-finger print bloomed on her pretty face, carrying a fragrant scent.

“Why’d you hit me?!”

No matter how much of a jerk she was, she’d never laid a hand on Shu Qingyou. She talked herself down. Fine, hit me then.

“But now that you’ve hit me, you can’t refuse to feed me.”

“Shut up!”

Shu Qingyou desperately wanted to call the cops—no, the mental hospital. She didn’t regret the slap.

Meanwhile, Shu Rong, who had watched the whole thing, gaped wide enough to fit an egg.

Mommy bravely fended off the villain’s sneak attack!

So awesome! Mommy! Her big eyes held no fear, only admiration for Mommy’s power. She even clapped her hands lightly.

Lin Xu keenly noticed her daughter’s reaction. Too embarrassing. I need to save face.

Leveraging her height, she pressed forward, pitifully clutching her slightly swollen cheek. “Baby, I need compensation.”

Shu Qingyou only wanted to guard her private areas, but she couldn’t resist the pheromone assault. Her body burned with desire too.

The air was saturated with pheromones—no worse situation imaginable.

“Come any closer, and I’ll send you to Wanping South Road 600.”

Lin Xu tilted her head, recalling the place. “Ah, the mental hospital. Qingyou, I’m not sick. I can run, jump, analyze logically—I just want to live happily with you.”

Shu Qingyou leaned against the wall, a flicker of daze in her eyes. No disgust pained Lin Xu, so she pressed her advantage.

“Really, I swear. You just hit me, and I didn’t hit back. I missed you. This hand is still injured, and I took your solid slap.”

She hunched into Shu Qingyou’s embrace, striving for a loyal puppy vibe, her voice soft. “Mainly, I’m jealous of Shu Rong. She got to drink breast milk growing up. Why can she, but not me?”

Soft hair brushed Shu Qingyou’s jaw. She truly had nowhere left to retreat.

Shu Qingyou analyzed tensely: First appease her, lower her guard. She quickly cupped Lin Xu’s face and kissed her. “Absolutely possible.”

While Lin Xu was in disbelief, she kissed again, saying words that even made her own skin crawl. “Baby, tonight I’ll feed you…”

She couldn’t utter the last organ-related word. Lin Xu gripped her jaw. “Feed me what?”

The word stuck in Shu Qingyou’s throat; her composure cracked.

Lin Xu: “I want to hear your promise.”

Shu Qingyou: “……Milk.”

Unimaginable before—Shu Qingyou saying such bold words with her cool, beautiful face. Lin Xu’s cells boiled with excitement.

Why isn’t it nighttime yet? She wrapped her arms around Shu Qingyou’s waist, lifted her, spun her in the air, and smacked a kiss on her stiff lips.

Kissing until Shu Qingyou softened, Lin Xu made another demand. “I want to drink your pheromones too.”

Shu Qingyou gave up resisting. She closed her eyes in despair and kissed her. Drink away, you greedy girl. Who can out-glutton you?

One eagerly awaited nightfall; the other wished time would freeze.

Shu Rong was the biggest winner—Mommy didn’t scold her for eating too many cakes and ruining dinner.

Mommy mysteriously painted a picture of good days ahead.

That night, Shu Rong was very obedient. Mommy tucked her in as usual, but Shu Rong sensed Mommy was distracted. Unsure how to comfort her—her little brain not yet equipped for complex thoughts—she simply conked out snoring.

In the other room, the moment Shu Qingyou entered, Lin Xu pounced like a hungry wolf, dragging her onto the bed.

“Restrain yourself…” Shu Qingyou’s heart raced.

“Why restrain myself from my own omega’s needs?”

She leaned down, lips meeting softness. Shu Qingyou willingly fed her. At this thought, Lin Xu redoubled her efforts.

“Mmm, baby, I still envy Rongrong. She gets to eat every day.”

So delicious her eyes didn’t want to open, lost in bliss.

“Two different things—Rongrong just wants to fill her belly…”

Shu Qingyou arched her pale, pink-tinged neck, lips parted, eyes glazing over.

Admittedly, Lin Xu’s head felt good to stroke. Shu Qingyou’s fingers tangled in her hair, tugging vengefully several times.

“Mmm, me too—my belly’s hungry.”

Meanwhile, Lin Xu’s other arm wasn’t idle, sharing the hot spring.

Shu Qingyou coaxed herself for a long time—however long Lin Xu busied herself, Shu Qingyou periodically self-convinced.

Lin Xu’s brain was a bit off, but she was good-looking, rich, enduring?

Seemed domestically violent, but a little petting fixed it.

No problem—she’d run soon enough. All good then.

Lin Xu: “Baby, you’re not focused.”

She kneaded the softness through the fabric. “Can’t be just me working, right?”

Wrong, it is violent. Shu Qingyou thought dazedly. I did get hit, in a way.

……

The next day, the assistant delivered luggage, including Lin Xu’s home office setup. She scrolled through data on her computer, including projects from her ghostly relatives.

The numbers were laughably fake, obvious fraud. Her brows stayed furrowed as she made at least ten voice calls.

This time, the company needed a major overhaul—those parasitic old fogeys had long overstayed.

Shu Qingyou had just hung up with the agent, scheduling a buyer viewing, when she opened the door and saw Lin Xu seriously working. She lingered, gaze drawn despite herself.

Lin Xu at work was somewhat charming—fingertips occasionally tapping the desk, brows lowered seriously. Nothing neurotic about it.