After Agreeing to Go on a Parenting Show With My Omega Ex-Girlfriend – Chapter 4

The love brain has grown out.

The love brain has grown out.

Qi Song¹ stood alone in the kitchen, gazing at the apron in her hands.

She seriously suspected that the original owner’s love brain² had left an elusive influence in this body.

Otherwise, why would she, the moment she thought of that scum woman’s³ injured hand, rush over to cook in her place?

No way. Inheriting the original owner’s debts was already heartbreaking enough; I absolutely cannot inherit her love brain too!

While the person in the kitchen was deeply reflecting, Yu Luo⁴ sat down beside Taotao⁵ in the living room.

While reaching out to tidy her daughter’s slightly messy hair, Yu Luo softly asked, “How did you feel, spending time with Mama just now?”

Taotao blinked her large, obsidian-like eyes and nodded her little head. “I like Mama!”

She had always known she had a mother, but she had never seen her.

Last night, Mommy had told her that the pretty auntie she saw during the day was her mama.

So, it turned out she had to wait until she was over three years old to get her mama back. It was a gift for becoming a big kid!

And her mama was so pretty, just as pretty as Mommy.

Looking at her daughter’s happy expression, Yu Luo’s gaze grew serene, as if some tide of emotion was welling up within her.

She ruffled her daughter’s hair and sighed softly, “Of course you would like her.”

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When the 「family of three」 sat down at the table to eat, Qi Song belatedly realized a problem.

She wasn’t the original owner, so her cooking was bound to taste different, and Yu Luo would probably be able to tell with a single bite.

Yu Luo first spooned some steamed egg over Taotao’s rice, mixed it in for her meticulously, and then placed some vegetables on top.

Taotao waited obediently for her to finish, then picked up her own spoon to eat.

Seeing that Yu Luo had finished taking care of Taotao and was about to start eating herself, Qi Song couldn’t help but tense up.

She was terrified this Omega would ask the soul-searching question⁶: Why does your cooking taste completely different from before?

Therefore, she pretended to be focused on her food, but was secretly watching Yu Luo out of the corner of her eye.

She watched as Yu Luo picked up a piece of fish with her chopsticks, placed it in her mouth, and chewed and swallowed it elegantly.

Afterward, she paused subtly. Qi Song’s heart pounded more and more violently in the silence.

However, the expected question never came.

A dozen or so seconds later, Yu Luo finally moved again. She reached out and ate another piece of fish.

As if she liked it.

Qi Song finally breathed a sigh of relief. Could my cooking taste similar to the original owner’s?

Though she harbored this question, she didn’t ask it, lest Yu Luo think she cared too much about whether the food was to her liking.

In the afternoon, Taotao went to her room for a nap, while the two adults had no such habit.

Qi Song sat on the sofa and continued to gather information about this world, trying to find a breakthrough.

She couldn’t just rely on this collaboration with Yu Luo to get by; she needed to find an opportunity to restart her career.

After sorting through her thoughts, her conclusion remained the same—right now, her only path forward was to finish the kids’ variety show, take the money to pay off her debts, and only then would she have a chance at a fresh start.

After all, what film crew would hire an actress burdened with massive debt?

As she was mulling things over, a slender figure approached and sat down near her.

A faint, serene fragrance drifted to her nose.

Qi Song knew this must be the natural pheromone scent of an Omega. Because the concentration was extremely low, an Alpha wouldn’t be sensitive to it, making it smell no different from perfume.

She had smelled it on Yu Luo both yesterday and today.

“Can you help me apply my medicine?”

It was noon, and the sunlight spilling in from the floor-to-ceiling windows seemed to warm Yu Luo’s cool voice, lending it a touch of languor.

Qi Song turned her head and saw Yu Luo holding a small first-aid kit in her right hand, while the wound in her left palm still looked grotesque.

Looking at the moist traces of blood that hadn’t fully scabbed over and the red, swollen gash, Qi Song couldn’t tell if it was from when Yu Luo was cooking just now, or if it hadn’t been properly cared for since yesterday.

Armed with the reflection she’d had in the kitchen, she remained unmoved.

You’re a grown woman. If you’re not going to take care of your own injury, are you expecting to be coddled by the ex-girlfriend you screwed over?

Yu Luo watched her and waited for a moment. The smile in her eyes slowly faded, and her lips turned down, her expression pitiful. “You don’t want to help me?”

Qi Song tried not to let her gaze drift to the gruesome state of her palm and gave a faint, “Mhm.”

Seeing the refusal, Yu Luo didn’t insist. But her picturesque features drooped visibly, full of the heartbreak of receiving a cold reception.

Qi Song knew there was probably a fair bit of acting involved.

And her heart was as hard as a rock.

Biting her lip, Yu Luo tried to unscrew the bottle of iodine with one hand, but after fumbling with it twice, she failed.

Then, vexed and pitiful, she muttered, 「I’ll just forget about it」, and decisively gave up.

Then she just left her palm there, brazen and uncaring, a patch of dark red searing the edge of Qi Song’s vision.

Qi Song: “…”

One second, two seconds, three seconds… thirty seconds passed in silence.

On the thirty-first second—

Qi Song let out a heavy tsk in her mind.

With a cold expression, she took the iodine from the table and quickly twisted off the cap.

Dipping a cotton swab in the solution, she said coolly to Yu Luo, “Hand.”

Without blinking, Yu Luo watched her and obediently held out her hand.

“Hiss—”

The Omega, who hadn’t so much as furrowed her brow when the water in the kitchen had stung her hand, was now suddenly acting afraid of the pain.

At the slightest touch, she would cry out softly, her cool voice now laced with a kind of fragile, pampered air.

“Be a little gentler…”

Amidst Yu Luo’s soft complaints, Qi Song remained silent, clenching her teeth.

She regretted it.

This ex-girlfriend really has no sense of boundaries.

But on second thought, Yu Luo hadn’t really done anything. She was just crying out in pain. A wound like that would naturally be very painful.

“Alright, I’ll be very gentle…” Qi Song said, brows furrowing, though her voice remained cool and detached.

Her hands, however, moved with extreme care, becoming ever more gentle.

It clearly wasn’t strenuous work, yet when she was finally done, she found she had inexplicably broken out into a cold sweat.

“Thank you.”

Yu Luo pulled back her properly treated hand and smiled at her, her eyes curving.

Whenever she smiled, the coldness on her exquisitely beautiful face would melt away, replaced by a flowing gentleness, like wind, flower, snow, and moon⁷.

Truly a scum woman who knew how to bewitch people with her beauty.

Qi Song concluded that the original owner’s love brain, which she had ruthlessly excised in the kitchen, must have haphazardly grown back. That was the only reason she would lose her composure and help this woman apply medicine.

Come to think of it, the original owner was such a fool. She didn’t even know her girlfriend had borne a child behind her back during their relationship, and even after being dumped, she had remained obsessively in love with the scum woman, unable to forget her for two years.

It was understandable that her love brain would be a bit more stubborn and tenacious.

While mentally wielding a scalpel to ruthlessly excise that love brain once more, Qi Song declared seriously to Yu Luo, “I’m helping you because this injury is somewhat related to you saving me yesterday.”

Yu Luo was silent for two seconds, then raised an eyebrow at her. “Is that so?”

Qi Song smiled with her skin but not her flesh⁸. “Of course.”

“Mmm, you’re so responsible, then.”

Yu Luo’s long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and a brilliant light danced in her dark eyes. “I imagine you’ll be just as conscientious when it comes to playing 「loving」 wives⁹ with me on the variety show, then.”

Thinking of their agreement, Qi Song gritted her teeth. “…Of course.”

Yu Luo gave her a satisfied smile, one that was unmistakably clear and enchanting.

But a chill ran down Qi Song’s spine—

Just how 「loving」 did this “loving” have to be?

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The author has something to say:

The love brain grows out—cut it off—it grows back—cut it again…—not cutting it anymore (let it rot¹⁰).

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