After Agreeing to Go on a Parenting Show With My Omega Ex-Girlfriend – Chapter 36

A Proud Henpecked Wife.¹

“I want to change my…”

Yu Luo didn’t finish the remaining two words, only her pair of eyes were filled with a charming mist as she looked down at the young woman squatting in front of her.

“You go out and get it for me.”

She said softly.

The person who was just being wanton at her waist now looked up at her, slightly stunned. Her cheeks and ears were flushed crimson, as if she had just realized what she had done.

Yu Luo didn’t want to give her room to think. Her slender white fingertips tapped lightly on the top of Qi Song’s head, her voice still carrying a slight hoarseness from passion, and said softly:

“Be good, go quickly.”

Qi Song took a deep breath. In front of her, the hem of Yu Luo’s top had already fallen, concealing those red plums in the snow², along with her crime.

…Yu Luo had only asked her to plant one strawberry³, but she had actually offered up a whole patch.

Thinking of this, Qi Song’s heart was beating so fast it was about to jump out of her chest.

In her slightly panicked thoughts, she subconsciously asked: “Get what?”

“…” Yu Luo raised an eyebrow lightly, looking at her with a bit of playfulness.

“What else could it be?”

The woman said unhurriedly: “Do you have to make me say it plainly—that it’s wet there?”

With a BANG!, someone fled from the bathroom, face red and ears crimson.

Yu Luo looked at the closed bathroom door, the corners of her lips curling into a leisurely smile.

“Although being innocent is very cute,” she sighed lightly, “but…”

But she was a woman who was already twenty-eight years old, and who had once opened the meat⁴ and indulged for three years.

Emotionally, she cherished the present, but her body couldn’t help but crave the future.

Yu Luo felt a certain dampness, closed her eyes, and muttered to herself in a low voice: “Three months…”

After Qi Song left the bathroom, she passed by three milk buns⁵ who were chattering nonstop.

Looking at the little cubs’ innocent faces, she remembered the woman’s instructions in the bathroom just now, and felt her heart become even more empty.

“Taotao, your mommy’s face is so red.”

Qi Song heard Xiao Hua’s cub talking to Taotao.

But Taotao was used to this and said very calmly: “Mama is always like this when she’s next to Mommy.”

Qi Song’s steps paused for a moment, then she opened the family suitcase as if nothing was wrong.

Looking at the suitcase full of clothes and supplies, she hesitated for a moment, then rummaged through the area where Yu Luo kept her clothes.

Then, with a calm and composed expression, but with slightly trembling hands, she pulled out a pair of underwear of the same style from underneath a beautiful and sexy bra.

Black, lace-trimmed, very little fabric.

Her heart pounded like thunder. She crumpled it into a ball in her palm, feeling that the room-temperature fabric was actually a bit scalding to the touch.

Holding her breath, she knocked on the bathroom door, her mind absent.

A snow-white hand reached out from inside.

Qi Song randomly stuffed it into that palm and hurriedly turned to leave.

After all, they were on a variety show, so the two wife-wife couples who had an overnight life didn’t indulge too much, and after a while, they each took their daughters back to their rooms.

“Thank you so much, Teacher Yu and Teacher Qi.”

Before leaving, Ren Zhi’s and Xiao Hua’s gazes and tones as they expressed their thanks were extremely like they were communicating with the director of a nursery school—

They were just short of asking, “Did my child’s performance today earn a little red flower?”⁶

Inexplicably, Qi Song experienced Yu Luo’s desire to win at that moment.

They shouldn’t look like a dead-in-bed⁷ couple to the outside world, right?

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After the two children left, the lively room became quiet.

“My head is a little dizzy.”

Yu Luo’s head rested on Qi Song’s shoulder, her eyes half-closed, and she said softly: “Wife, can you go give the cub a bath? I really want to sleep.”

Qi Song was slightly stunned. She had been pondering matters like “she asked me to plant one but I planted a patch” and “bed death,” but at this moment, she temporarily couldn’t be bothered with those things.

Raising a hand to support Yu Luo and help her up a bit, she gently touched her forehead with her hand.

No fever.

Feeling slightly relieved, Qi Song brought over the cold medicine that was prepared on the side table. “Drink a bottle of medicine before you sleep.”

Perhaps she was really not feeling well. This time, after drinking it, Yu Luo didn’t cry out that it was bitter. She brushed her teeth to get rid of the bitter taste and went to bed without a word.

Qi Song glanced at the quiet lump on the bed, feeling that something seemed a bit empty.

Although Yu Luo was full of black water⁸ and often said improper things, leading her to do all sorts of improper things…

But, that lively and vivid her was still much better than her looking sick and uncomfortable.

If possible, Qi Song seemed to prefer to be caught in awkwardness and panic herself, rather than have Yu Luo lying uncomfortably in bed.

She pressed her lips together and turned to take Taotao for a bath.

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The room fell into darkness. The lustrous moonlight from outside the window spilled in, making the woman’s fair skin appear somewhat translucent.

Qi Song lay on her side facing Yu Luo, reaching out to touch her forehead to check her temperature.

Tired from the journey today⁹, she was actually tired too, but it was just hard to brew up any sleepiness.

As someone with no experience, the scene in the bathroom that night had too great of an impact on her, and it replayed uncontrollably in her mind.

The woman’s skin was like the finest silk, delicate, smooth, and soft.

When she pressed against it, accompanied by Yu Luo’s small, hard-to-endure whimpers, she could feel the slight trembling of that body on her lips.

At this moment, Yu Luo was sleeping peacefully beside her, yet her own mind was full of these things. It was truly a loss of A-morality.

But Qi Song discovered in despair that the image was impossible to shake off for the moment.

Suddenly, she kind of wanted to find a place…

The woman beside her suddenly moved and slowly opened her eyes.

Qi Song’s breath instantly hitched.

“…What’s wrong, savoring the aftertaste¹⁰ so much you can’t sleep?”

Yu Luo’s voice contained the grogginess and languor of waking up in the middle of the night.

Her tone wasn’t teasing, but rather a matter-of-factness of “I understand this situation all too well.”

Qi Song’s lips opened and closed. Just as she was about to say she wasn’t “savoring the aftertaste,” she heard Yu Luo continue:

“Are you also thinking of finding another place—for example, squatting at the doorway, to make it convenient to reminisce alone?”

“…”

Qi Song was so shocked she forgot to blink.

Does Yu Luo have some kind of mind-reading art? How could she even guess this.

“You really are…”

Yu Luo gently turned over to lie on her side, face to face with her.

She gazed at Qi Song’s face and couldn’t help but laugh softly.

She reached out her hand, stroked the top of Qi Song’s head, and her tired voice became gentle, “Alright, no more thinking. We still have to film the show tomorrow, hurry up and rest.”

It was really strange.

It was Yu Luo who easily made her nights sleepless. It was also Yu Luo who easily pulled her out of the memories that were like being trapped in a swamp, finally allowing her to fall into a peaceful sleep.

Before falling asleep, Qi Song thought groggily—

Why is it that every time Yu Luo says “don’t,” she really “doesn’t do it”?

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Although she went to bed a bit late last night, she had a dreamless night and the quality of her sleep was high.

Qi Song got up early, washed up and tidied quietly, and looked outside through the clean window.

The lake surrounding the inn appeared somewhat deep in the faint morning light, with the morning mist lingering over it.

The small boat that ferried guests between the lake shore and the inn had already started working. On the other side of the shore, a tall, slender, unfamiliar woman carrying a suitcase boarded the boat, surrounded by cameras.

Looking at that figure, Qi Song unknowingly furrowed her brows.

A hard-to-explain, but very strong sense of vigilance arose in her heart.

After a moment of silence, she turned her head to glance at the woman and child still immersed in sweet dreams on the bed, and without a second thought, she left the room and headed for the hall on the first floor of the inn.

That unfamiliar woman had already arrived in the hall.

She had a forthright and familiar¹¹ personality, and was currently in the hall chatting with the staff about how unique and beautiful the scenery was here, saying she wanted to stay a few more days.

It seemed she was the flying guest¹² for this episode of the show.

The staff all called her “Teacher Tang,” their tone very respectful.

“Morning, Teacher Qi.”

As soon as Qi Song arrived in the hall, this woman raised her hand and greeted her with a smile, her expression making it seem as if she was familiar with her.

The vigilance in her heart instantly became stronger.

Qi Song’s face didn’t show it, and she nodded to her with an unchanged expression: “Morning, Teacher Tang.”

Tang Yu’s¹³ smile on her lips widened. She leaned close to Qi Song and whispered in her ear: “Hey, I really didn’t expect that we would one day greet each other so harmoniously.”

She turned off her mic and said very frankly: “Actually, I don’t want to greet you at all, I even want to get into a fight, but on the show, you have to put on a full performance.”

“…” Qi Song was completely bewildered¹⁴, and felt even more confused in her heart.

Without the original owner’s memories, she couldn’t respond to these words, but her sense of crisis made her unable to resist trying to figure out the whole story.

So she went to the restroom, took out her phone, and searched for the keywords “Happy Moments Tang” on Weibo.

As expected, a lot of related information appeared.

This woman was named Tang Yu, a famous singer and music producer in the industry, with several hit songs and Golden Melody Awards¹⁵ to her name.

Qi Song browsed through the various gossip on the Weibo public feed¹⁶, her brows already tightly furrowed.

It turned out that this Tang Yu had supposedly publicly pursued Yu Luo in the industry, but was rejected without any room for negotiation. She didn’t pester her, but instead started finding all sorts of Omega girlfriends from inside and outside the industry, and those Omegas all had at least one thing in common with Yu Luo, or had “Yu” or “Luo” in their names.

She could be considered to have mastered the white moonlight substitute game.

Netizens were all eating melons¹⁷, saying they were looking forward to 《Happy Moments》 staging an Asura field¹⁸, and that it would be best to see Qi Song and Tang Yu get into a fight.

On one side was the official wife who was married to Yu Luo and had a daughter with her, on the other was the infatuated lover whose unrequited love of many years had not died out. Wouldn’t they be red-eyed¹⁹ upon meeting?

Seeing this sentence, Qi Song lowered her eyes and looked at her own hand.

Her bones were really a bit itchy.

Liking a woman but being unable to have her, so frequently finding people somewhat similar to that woman to be girlfriends, and even intentionally or unintentionally making it known to the whole world, this is called being infatuated?

Qi Song felt this was being promiscuous, and very inconsiderate of Yu Luo’s feelings.

If she danced up in front of Yu Luo²⁰, she would feel it was an eyesore to Yu Luo.

So—she decided to sacrifice herself, to act as an obstacle and firmly block Yu Luo’s line of sight.

This was what she should do for the gold master who held one hundred million.

The guests got up and came downstairs one after another. When they saw Tang Yu in the hall, they all subconsciously glanced at Qi Song in unison.

Their uprightness was tinged with a bit of hidden excitement for watching a good show.

The inn’s breakfast was almost ready. Just as Qi Song was about to go upstairs to wake up Yu Luo and the cub, she happened to see the woman leading Taotao downstairs.

Yu Luo only saw Qi Song in the hall at a glance, and didn’t notice anyone else.

She curved her eyes and smiled: “You slept late yesterday, why are you up so early today?”

Then she saw the young woman walk up to meet her, reach out to take her hand and lead her downstairs, her gaze full of deep affection, and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft:

“Mhm, because you coaxed me to sleep, the quality of my sleep was very good.”

Yu Luo’s steps paused slightly, then she saw Qi Song immediately continue: “Wife, is your cold any better?”

Her gaze shifted, and she saw Tang Yu on the sofa, and understood in her heart.

She couldn’t help but find it amusing, someone could forget anything but wouldn’t forget to eat vinegar²¹.

Tang Yu sat on the sofa, the smile on her lips a bit stiff.

She had agreed to the show’s invitation because she felt a bit idle recently. Remembering the Qi Song from back then who, full of possessiveness, had protected Yu Luo behind her, and like a little puppy, wouldn’t allow her to get close, she thought she’d come over for some new fun.

After all, it had been so many years. She admitted she wasn’t some deeply affectionate person; towards Yu Luo, it was at most a bit of regret for something she sought but could not obtain²².

And frequently finding girlfriends similar to Yu Luo filled this regret.

But at this moment, looking at the woman on the stairs who was like the bright, clear moonlight, her heart still couldn’t help but tremble a little.

Realizing that Yu Luo and Tang Yu had exchanged a glance, Qi Song’s heart leaped to her throat.

The scent of the lemon-flavored shower gel from last night was long-lasting, and the final note of sour fragrance seemed to linger even now.

She shifted her steps, meticulously drawing a straight line, and placed her body directly between Yu Luo and Tang Yu.

She wished she could make Yu Luo only see her.

Yu Luo took in all of someone’s little details²³, and suddenly found the situation interesting.

She seemingly unintentionally took a step to the right, only to see Qi Song immediately follow to block that side, while her mouth seemed to be nonchalantly asking, “What do wife and the cub want to eat for breakfast?”

Yu Luo couldn’t help but laugh. She looked up at her, rested her chin on her shoulder, and her body trembled with laughter.

“Not bad,” she commented.

A wooden fish head²⁴ still needs to be knocked. Knocked from all directions. Knocked with all sorts of methods.

After a while, two more flying guests arrived.

With the production team’s explanation, everyone finally understood—what the staff said last night about helping to run the inn and entertain guests didn’t refer to ordinary tourists.

The entire inn had been booked out; they were to entertain the flying guests invited by the production team.

Hearing this news, Qi Song couldn’t help but press her lips together.

Entertain Tang Yu? Impossible.

Of course, this hostility was on one hand out of righteous defense of her gold master, and on the other hand, out of an upright A’s dislike for a promiscuous A.

Over there, the three guests were already ordering food.

Tang Yu: “I want to eat fish. I hear Teacher Qi is quite good at cooking fish?”

Qi Song looked up innocently: “Ah? Sorry, I got a fish bone stuck in my throat a few days ago, have a bit of ptsd, I’ve quit fish.”

Tang Yu: “Mm, no problem, you can just cook it and not eat it.”

Qi Song smiled: “Cooking also involves feelings, I really can’t bring myself to do it.”

Tang Yu was understanding: “That’s true. Then let’s have a stir-fried green vegetable. Teacher Qi hasn’t gotten a green vegetable stuck in her throat these past few days, has she?”

Qi Song: “When I stir-fry green vegetables, I can’t control the amount of salt I add, it’s often terribly salty. Actually, I’ve had this problem with other dishes recently too.”

Tang Yu: “…No problem, when it’s time to add the salt at the end, I’ll help you.”

Qi Song: “Cooking is a very personal matter. Every step from putting it in the pot must be done by oneself for it to be complete, otherwise it’s better not to do it at all.”

Tang Yu: “…”

Qi Song, with no O to rely on²⁵, tilted her head to glance at Yu Luo beside her, tightened her grip on their interlocked hands, and with the air of a proud henpecked wife, requested: “Wife, can I be the assistant today?”

“Of course,” Yu Luo held back a laugh and raised her hand to pat her head.

Even if someone was occasionally teased into an awkward fluster in front of her, she still had impressive combat power when facing outsiders.

The surrounding guests appeared to be doing their own things, but in reality, they had all quietly pricked up their ears and were watching everything from the corners of their eyes.

This kind of scene is good to watch, love to watch it, give us more.

As flying guests, it was also impossible to be lazy and gluttonous, just sitting and waiting for the permanent guests to be busy.

Tang Yu volunteered to be an assistant along with Qi Song.

Yu Luo felt that Tang Yu was having a good effect on knocking the wooden fish head, and went to busy herself with other things with the other guests, feeling reassured.

Qi Song subconsciously looked up and stared at Yu Luo’s departing back. Not paying attention to what her hands were doing, she was cut by something.

“Hurt your hand?” Tang Yu was very concerned, “You can’t just carelessly injure your hands.”

“…” Qi Song gritted her teeth.

Tang Yu’s mouth expressed friendly concern, but the suggestive meaning in her tone was very obvious—if an Alpha’s hands are injured, wouldn’t that mean she’s no good?

Qi Song gave a smile that didn’t reach her eyes: “Thanks for the concern, it just broke the skin a little, it’ll be fine in a bit.”

How could she be no good? She was the one who planted several strawberries on Yu Luo last night.

Thinking of this, Qi Song suddenly felt something was not right.

Now Yu Luo was her “wife,” how could she possibly lose?

She calmly changed her strategy.

Tang Yu: “Then you must change the dressing carefully. If it gets inflamed later, your hand could be unusable for a long time.”

Qi Song: “No need to worry, my wife will feel sorry for me and help me take good care of the wound.”

Tang Yu: “…That’s really troubling Teacher Yu then.”

Qi Song: “It’s fine, we’re already a wife-wife couple with a three-year-old daughter, caring for each other is only natural.”

After a few minutes, Tang Yu’s ears were filled with words like “wife,” “wife-wife,” and “three-year-old cub.”

She listened until sourness bubbled up, and only then did she realize she hadn’t gotten over it as much as she had imagined.

So she didn’t want to listen anymore, and simply used the excuse of finding something else to do to leave.

Qi Song continued to chop vegetables in a state of victorious confidence and joy.

She didn’t know what this Tang Yu was thinking. Their family of three was inseparably close, yet she actually thought she could find some unhappiness for them?

Wait…

Qi Song’s hand movements paused, her eyelashes fluttered slightly.

What was she defending, and what was she feeling smug about?

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A wooden fish head, suitable for stir-frying with lemon (not)

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