After Agreeing to Go on a Parenting Show With My Omega Ex-Girlfriend – Chapter 12

Kiss me, and don’t be so fierce, okay?

A cheating scumbag woman who had a child out of wedlock, getting angry and calling someone else a “scumbag” for being caught in another affair, had a certain sense of tragicomic absurdity.

Was it a meaningless show, or was she lenient with herself while being strict with others?

Qi Song pondered this. The profile of the Omega beside her was slightly blurred in the darkness, yet it couldn’t conceal her exquisite and noble features.

At this moment, her lips were pressed tightly together in anger, giving her a particularly righteous appearance.

Yu Luo pulled Qi Song back to their room, grabbed her phone, and then headed back in the direction they had just come from.

Qi Song asked softly, “What are you planning to do?”

Yu Luo replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world, “Gathering evidence.”

“And after you get the evidence?” Qi Song pressed.

Yu Luo looked at her with some confusion. “Show it to his wife tomorrow. Do you have a better way?”

As the ones who had stumbled upon the illicit affair, all they could do was inform the one who had been betrayed. As for what happened afterward, that was for the involved parties to decide.

Qi Song pressed her lips together.

Yu Luo secretly cheated and had a child, so didn’t the original host deserve to know?

Once again, a sense of contradiction surfaced in her heart.

She observed in silence, accompanying Yu Luo to gather evidence.

The couple in the room was in the heat of passion, completely unaware of what was happening outside their door. Amid their intimacy, they exchanged a few intermittent words:

“Why did it have to be today? You have a big star staying at your house… and there are cameras everywhere…”

“Don’t you think this is more exciting?”

“Ha… no wonder you’re rougher than usual…”

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Back in the bedroom again, Qi Song gently closed the door, lost in thought about Yu Luo’s actions tonight.

However, the moment she turned around, she was caught off guard as the woman pushed her shoulders, forcing her back two steps until her back was pressed against the door.

The warm breath between them intertwined at close range, which should have been somewhat ambiguous.

Yet Yu Luo’s gaze was dark as she asked softly, “Why do you seem… not angry?”

Why, after discovering Chen Linxin’s affair, had she shown no reaction in her words or actions?

Soft fingertips pinched Qi Song’s chin, forcing her to lower her head and meet her gaze. The tone was clearly gentle, but the words held a hint of demanding a confession as she repeated the question:

“Hm? Why aren’t you angry?”

She was like a patient and principled older sister, patiently coaxing, trying to guide a child from her own family who had made some mistake without realizing it.

Qi Song found it difficult to describe her shock at that moment.

Ever since Yu Luo had uttered the word “scumbag,” she had suppressed her own emotions, wanting only to observe what Yu Luo would do.

She wanted to see how this woman who put green hats on others would act righteously for someone else’s cuckolding.

It was partly questioning, partly probing.

She never expected that after returning to the room, Yu Luo would be so serious, even asking her with a touch of stubbornness and insistence why she wasn’t angry—

It was as if she cared greatly about her silence, about whether it represented an unrighteous stance.

And typically, only a truly righteous person would possess this kind of concern.

Qi Song stared at the woman’s silhouette, made hazy by the night, her heart filled with surprise and another unnamed emotion.

Perhaps for a long time to come, she would be unable to forget this moment: Yu Luo, with her hand against the door, head slightly raised, pinching her chin, and gently yet forcefully asking her again and again why she wasn’t angry.

It even made her feel for an instant that Yu Luo had never done anything treacherous, that she possessed a character as pure and bright as moonlight.

Thus, she didn’t even feel the displeasure of being questioned for the time being.

Unwilling to be wrongly accused, Qi Song finally said, “Of course I’m angry, I just didn’t have time to express it. Besides, my pheromone concentration dropped because of my disgust.”

At that time, the AO couple’s pheromones had seeped out from under the door. Revulsion rose in her heart, and her pheromones dropped directly from a natural 3% to less than 2%.

People could release their pheromones voluntarily, but they couldn’t control their retraction; it was all based on physiological or psychological instinct.

Yu Luo paused slightly, seemingly not expecting this method of self-verification. A moment later, she raised an eyebrow lightly. “Is that so? Then let me inspect it.”

How to inspect?

Just as Qi Song was pondering this question, the Omega before her had already leaned in, drawing close to her neck and sniffing lightly like a cat.

Perhaps the night was too dark and she couldn’t control the distance properly; the cool tip of her nose accidentally brushed against the skin of her neck, and her long, curly hair fell upon her collarbone.

Qi Song’s chin touched the top of the woman’s soft hair. She subconsciously swallowed hard, held her breath, and despairingly felt the pheromone concentration around her change uncontrollably—

2%, 3%, …8%.

It’s over. The evidence has just been destroyed.

The Omega before her, of course, noticed it too. She slowly raised her head, her eyes fixed on her without blinking.

Qi Song met her gaze, feeling inexplicably guilty.

The original host’s body was truly useless. Always having a ‘love brain’ and having disordered pheromones, it was seriously holding her back.

“You’re usually so fierce with me,” Yu Luo began slowly. “So why is it that your pheromone concentration doesn’t drop from disgust at my proximity, but instead skyrockets?”

She tilted her head, her fingers stroking that stretch of snow-white neck as she smiled. “Could this be what they call ‘the mouth objects, but the body is honest’?”

Under the light but firm caress, Qi Song’s pheromone concentration very uncooperatively rose again.

She furrowed her brow, reached out, and forcefully grabbed that mischievous hand, pulling it away.

“Yu Luo, I didn’t sign a contract to sell my body.”

Qi Song had never been one to be easily manipulated. She lowered her head, staring intently into the other’s eyes as her aura grew more imposing. “Watch your words and actions. Stop treating me like I’m your possession.”

Whether it was questioning why she wasn’t angry just now, or this current touch that lacked any sense of boundaries, both indicated that Yu Luo saw her as one of her own—an object that needed guidance and could be freely molded and shaped.

In other words, Yu Luo seemed to still be immersed in her former relationship with the original host, that of an older sister and a younger partner¹.

And this was utterly ridiculous. They had clearly broken up for two years, and the person inside had even been replaced—how could Yu Luo act so naturally, so completely unaware?

The more Qi Song thought about it, the more she found this person to be incomprehensible.

She was taller than Yu Luo. At this moment, leaning down with her head lowered, the tip of her nose was almost touching Yu Luo’s. Her gaze was fierce, attempting to intimidate this scumbag Omega—

—yet she saw that the woman did not shrink back or show any fear.

After they stared at each other for a moment, those dense, long eyelashes blinked leisurely. Then, she tilted her head slightly, shifting her nose away.

She stood on her toes and pressed her lips against hers.

It was just for an instant. But it was enough to leave Qi Song stunned.

“Alright now…”

Yu Luo’s hand expertly came up to stroke her lowered head, ruffling her hair gently—the head she had lowered to intimidate the other woman now seemed as if it were lowered to beg for her touch—”Kiss me, and don’t be so fierce with me, okay?”

In the woman’s gentle gaze and the slight lilt at the end of her sentence, Qi Song felt like a balloon that had been pricked with a tiny hole, all the air seeping out.

The anger in her chest dissipated with such ease, leaving only a heart pounding like a drum and the lingering fragrance and warmth on her lips.

It was as if she was naturally meant to be coaxed like this, and had been coaxed like this thousands upon thousands of times before.

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