Chapter 13

Chi Yumo suppressed her full belly of rage and returned to Shi Youwan’s side. She unbuttoned the black shirt one by one and covered Shi Youwan with it before bending down to scoop her up.

Lu Xin Ming, however, refused to stay down. Propping himself up, he threatened to get revenge on Chi Yumo. “You little brat, don’t think this is over! Even with Shi Youwan protecting you, if I can’t get you thrown in jail, I’ve got plenty of ways to make sure you and your whole family never live in peace for the rest of your lives!”

He had lived like a king for over half his life, commanding the entire city with a single word. When had he ever suffered such humiliation and bloodshed?

Chi Yumo’s heart was entirely on Shi Youwan, and she turned a deaf ear to Lu Xin Ming’s threats.

She was all alone in the world—what did she have to fear from “never living in peace,” when she wasn’t even afraid of death?

“Xiao Mo, wait.” Shi Youwan’s fingers, resting on Chi Yumo’s smooth shoulder, twitched. “I have something to say to Lu Xin Ming.”

The potent aphrodisiac had left her throat hoarse, her voice so soft that only Chi Yumo could hear it.

Understanding her intent, Chi Yumo carried her closer to Lu Xin Ming.

“If you come any closer, I’ll call the police!”

With the smart systems fully severed, his phone signal had returned. Facing a threat to his life, Lu Xin Ming couldn’t care less about his dignity—going to the police station was better than losing his life here.

Moreover, he was certain that Shi Youwan had even more reason to dread the police than he did.

“Lu Xin Ming,” Shi Youwan forced out, her voice faint but her momentum undiminished, “she’s already settled the score for drugging me. If you dare keep targeting her from now on, I’ll find ways to bankrupt you and ruin your reputation just the same. All those dirty deeds you can’t bring into the light—how many years in prison do you think it’ll take to pay them off? Ten years? Twenty?”

For the first time in his over-fifty years, Lu Xin Ming found himself intimidated by an Omega.

Bloodied face and all, he backed out of the dialing screen and sneered, “What, is President Shi going to sacrifice her own reputation and innocence to protect a thug?”

“Go ahead and try it, President Lu.”

Thug—what a contemptuous label.

Chi Yumo wasn’t a thug. Chi Yumo was someone she liked very much, cared about deeply—someone she would protect at all costs.

As they exited the banquet hall, over a dozen men in black suits blocked the door, keeping the onlookers at bay.

The doors swung open, and seeing Sheng Yingfei at the forefront, Sheng Jiahui’s expression shifted repeatedly before he conceded defeat. Fawning, he pleaded, “Yingfei, my dear sister, you’ve come at just the right time…”

“Sheng Jiahui, shut your mouth!” Sheng Yingfei cut him off in disgust. “You two, go pin down that embarrassing piece of trash.”

Two men in black stepped forward. Zhang Kai gave Sheng Jiahui a shove, handing him over.

With their overwhelming numbers, and Sheng Yingfei having helped them—and being acquainted with Chi Yumo—they surely wouldn’t turn hostile now, right?

“I’ve got the surveillance footage from the banquet hall right here.”

Sheng Yingfei dangled a red USB drive from her right fingertip, spinning it as she walked closer to Chi Yumo. “Little one, you’re agile, ruthless, and cool—I like that vibe. Leave one person to help me clean up the mess?”

Qiao Ke stepped forward. “Thank you for your righteous assistance, miss. I’ll stay.”

“Alright.” Sheng Yingfei pulled a business card from her small leather purse and slipped it smilingly into the gap between Chi Yumo’s fingers as she held Shi Youwan. “Little one, my card—keep it safe, okay?”

Shi Youwan’s feverish face was hidden beneath the shirt, while Chi Yumo remained utterly silent. Only when the card appeared in her hand, confirming the newcomer as friend rather than foe, did she lower her guard.

“Thank you, and sorry.” She gave a slight nod. “Also, calling you Tea Miss wasn’t teasing—it’s because of your pheromones.”

…

Sheng Yingfei assigned two people to clear obstacles for them and escort them to the garage.

The three got into the car—a seven-seater business van they’d rented upon arrival. Chi Yumo held Shi Youwan in the back row, with Shi Youwan sprawled limply across her lap.

Sensing the head against her shake no, Chi Yumo paused before saying, “Back to the hotel. Drive fast.”

Now down to just a tight black tank top after shedding the shirt, Chi Yumo’s lean, toned physique and her sweetly palatable pheromones always gave Shi Youwan a profound sense of security.

Chi Yumo peeled back the shirt covering Shi Youwan, removed her mask and gloves, and tenderly kissed her forehead. “We’re almost there.”

Shi Youwan nuzzled lightly into Chi Yumo’s neck. The scents of wine and lotus thickened, filling the entire car.

“Xiao Mo.” She writhed, parting her legs. Her high bun unraveled over her shoulders as she sought Chi Yumo’s hand, guiding it downward to rub against the wrinkled skirt hem.

“Sister.” Chi Yumo adjusted their positions. “I’ll give you my pheromones.”

“It hurts, mm, I want it all.”

After injecting a dose of pheromones, their four lips met, drowning out those tantalizing, fragmented sounds.

Sodden clothes clung tight, chafing against flushed skin and stoking the Omega’s fiercer rebellion—she only wanted them stripped away for release.

From the cramped car to the spacious bedroom, the amorous dream shifted from drizzling mist to raging storm, culminating in a night of endless undulations. Even upon waking, it felt as if she were still dreaming.

Fish-belly white dawned at the horizon, soft light spilling through the windows. In the dim glow, Shi Youwan took in the room’s disarray.

Tissues littered the floor everywhere, evidence of their unrestrained madness.

Her long skirt lay balled up, buttons popped off and scattered. No matter how urgent or frantic Xiao Mo got, she never tore Shi Youwan’s clothes. That meant Shi Youwan had ripped them off herself.

In two years, last night had been… the wildest.

The first time even her elbows and knees ached.

Memory fragments replayed one by one.

She had clung to Chi Yumo, begging faster, even faster. She had pleaded, not enough, still not enough.

She couldn’t recall when it had started or when it had ended.

But once consciousness cleared, sensations flooded every part of her body. From inside out, top to bottom, nothing escaped the ache and soreness.

She couldn’t lift her legs, nor her arms.

Only her fingers could still move.

“Sister?”

Chi Yumo’s breath brushed her rear shoulder as her arm extended slightly, clasping Shi Youwan’s hand.

Bare skin to bare skin, even their breaths, undulations, and steady heartbeats felt vividly clear.

And it was that very hand gripping hers which, in the dark night, had wantonly dominated her—stirring tempests, surging colossal waves, unleashing magnitude-eight tsunamis, utterly submerging her.

After several long breaths, Shi Youwan accomplished her self-rescue. She pressed lightly on the back of Chi Yumo’s hand. “Xiao Mo, I need a bath.”

Hearing her request, the young, vigorous Alpha kissed the snow-white skin at her lip’s edge. “Okay.”

Chi Yumo rolled off the bed, dashed naked into the bathroom, threw on a bathrobe for herself, cleaned the tub, and handled her own hygiene while the water filled.

Only then did she grab a bath towel, wrap Shi Youwan tightly, and carry her to the bathroom.

“Sister, can you manage on your own?”

“Mm, I’ll call if I need you.” Shi Youwan insisted on washing herself.

Yesterday’s clothes were either soiled or ruined—unwearable, and she couldn’t let hotel housekeeping take them.

Chi Yumo picked them up one by one like a carpet search, piling them on a chair for Qiao Ke to handle later.

While washing up, she caught sight of her injuries in the mirror.

Bruises at her eye corner, mouth, shoulder, back of hand, calf… purples, swells, scrapes—all accumulated overnight, looking quite gruesome at first glance.

She flipped on the light and pulled two phones from the pocket of last night’s pants.

She set Shi Youwan’s on the table and opened her own. WeChat had several unread messages from Qiao Ke, the latest two from about twenty minutes ago this morning.

[Qiao Ke: Awake yet? How’s President Shi?]

[Qiao Ke: How are your injuries? Best go to the hospital with Kai Ge this morning for a checkup.]

[Chi Yumo: We’re both awake. Sister’s bathing.]

[Chi Yumo: Just some surface wounds. Ointment will do.]

She wasn’t Superman. She’d fought the fiercest brawl of her life, then rammed the door like a maniac—pain was inevitable.

Not to mention keeping up with Shi Youwan afterward until utter exhaustion. Even a robot would’ve run out of battery.

Last night…

Thank goodness they’d made it in time to protect Shi Youwan. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have just smashed Lu Xin Ming’s head—she’d have gone for his manhood, and it wouldn’t have been his blood she wanted, but his life.

Chi Yumo rummaged through the dirty clothes again but didn’t find the card until she checked the living room floor by the entryway.

Shengshi Group… Sheng Yingfei?

Sheng Yingfei… a vaguely familiar name.

This?

This was the “Fei Yi CP”!

Around March, she’d overheard a classmate mention it.

— Yumo, do you never watch variety shows? There’s this super popular dating social reality show lately with celebs and normals as guests. Our school’s legend, Senior Wen Ruoyi, is hitting it off with Shengshi Group’s heiress Sheng Yingfei. It’s so shippable. That S-Level Alpha pairs perfectly with our Senior Wen—rich, hot, connected, totally devoted to her. Only downside? She’s a bit short, a few centimeters shorter than Senior Wen. You know their CP name? Hilariously “Fei Yi CP”—intangible cultural heritage, haha.