She Wasn’t Late

A shattered, alluring, gentle, seductive Omega and her mute Alpha whose heart was like stagnant dead water.

Age gap of 13 · redemption mutual pursuit · body and soul 1v1 · sweet and abusive HE.

Before losing her voice, Chi Yumo served as Shi Youwan’s bodyguard for two years. She was the only Alpha in this president Omega’s thirty-five years of life, and also the only lover permitted to share clouds and rain with her in the darkness.

Shi Youwan had an “illegitimate daughter” registered under someone else’s name.

Chi Yumo tolerated the illegitimate daughter in every possible way, yet she provoked her—”I’ve grown up and become an adult. I look more and more like my birth mother. You, this imperfect substitute, should step aside now.”

**

At Chi Yumo’s graduation performance, Shi Youwan failed to show up. The illegitimate daughter sent her a photo—*Did you see? I’m her first choice.*

What hurt Chi Yumo even more was learning the day after her birthday that Shi Youwan would marry someone else. She clung to Shi Youwan, crying and begging: “Sister, I don’t want you to become someone else’s wife.”

Shi Youwan coldly pushed her away: “Stay or leave. You choose.”

Bodyguard, lover, substitute… Chi Yumo could accept all those roles. But homewrecker? She could not.

**[Small Theater]**

A year after their parting, at a banquet, Shi Youwan watched as Chi Yumo was pulled shoulder-to-shoulder by her new boss, who introduced her to various dignitaries: “Take good care of my little Mo Mo.”

She pulled the girl into a hidden spot and stroked the scar on her wrist, which was concealed by a tattoo. Her eyes brimmed with affection: “Why pretend you don’t know me? Why won’t you talk to me?”

The glamorous boss came looking: “My little Mo Mo, why are you running off?”

Chi Yumo stepped to the boss’s side and signed fluently—*She drank too much and mistook me for someone else.*

The boss leaned in with a teasing smirk: “Don’t take it personally, President Shi. Mo Mo can’t speak. The friend you know… she wouldn’t be a mute, would she?”

A mute?

In that instant, the beauty burst into tears.

**

After a thousand sails had passed, Chi Yumo—besmirched with infamy and weary to her core—only wanted to give Shi Youwan some peace.

But she had forgotten: whether in shadowy back alleys, outside cold and damp police stations, amid the clinking glasses of banquets, or in the painful desperation of isolation rooms…

Every encounter and reunion was not her finding Shi Youwan, but Shi Youwan, who never came late.

So when she finally regained her voice and said to Shi Youwan, with polite respect, “Auntie Shi, thank you for your care,” she saw in the woman’s eyes a love and resentment so thick it threatened to devour her whole.

As if to say,

*Xiao Mo, did you think calling me “Auntie” would make me stop loving you?*