After Agreeing to Go on a Parenting Show With My Omega Ex-Girlfriend – Chapter 76

Woof.

No matter how much time passed, Qi Song could clearly recall every detail of that day:

The arc of Yu Luo’s gently fluttering eyelashes, the flickering orange sunset in her warm eyes, the instant her lips pursed in solemnity, the texture of her clear, cool voice when she spoke… all of it, every last bit, was as fine as the grain of skin, something to be repeatedly savored and pondered for a lifetime.

She said—

“So, are you willing to have a small home with me?”

The nineteen-year-old young woman gazed at her. Though the youthfulness had not yet faded from her face, the determination and gentleness in her eyes appeared exceptionally deep and mature, naturally giving one a complete sense of security.

Tears streamed down the young girl’s cheeks. Amidst suppressed sobs, she repeatedly and urgently wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her pitiable state tinged with distress.

Yu Luo’s eyes reddened at the sight. She reached out to pat Qi Song’s head, coaxing, “It’s okay, cry slowly…”

Qi Song shook her head.

She continued to wipe her tears, trying hard to gaze at Yu Luo through the uncontrollable veil of water, and said with a choke, “But I want to look at you.”

And the annoying tears would block her vision.

In the young girl’s hazy yet unwavering gaze, Yu Luo’s heart trembled.

…

A plump, pink peach lay obediently in Yu Luo’s hand. Its thin skin peeled away under the sharp blade, revealing the juicy flesh within.

The woman’s fair hand was stained with some peach juice, and the setting sun’s afterglow was reflected in that dampness.

Yu Luo leisurely finished peeling the peach and then cut it into pieces.

She placed one piece into Qi Song’s mouth, as if feeding a long-wandering and thus inevitably hungry little dog.

The peach was crisp and tender. When the tips of her teeth bit down, her mouth filled with a clear sweetness.

Yu Luo rested her chin on her hand, watching the young girl chew slowly and earnestly. She remembered the homemade soft peach juice Qi Song had brought her last summer and couldn’t help but ask:

“Do you prefer soft peaches?”

Qi Song swallowed the peach, looked at Yu Luo, and spoke with a voice slightly hoarse from crying, “I prefer crisp peaches now.”

Yu Luo was slightly taken aback, then asked as if she understood something, “Since when?”

Seemingly a little shy, Qi Song lowered her eyes, pausing for a few seconds before saying seriously, word by word, “…this very moment.”

Yu Luo chuckled softly.

And so, on that day, with a single crisp peach, Yu Luo came to possess a little dog.

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After writing her name on the blackboard, Qi Song turned around.

“Hello, classmates. My name is Qi Song, and I’m an Alpha.”

When she said “Alpha,” her voice paused almost imperceptibly.

The Qi family had arranged for her to attend the best high school in B City, very close to B University.

Although this high school had no explicit rule against admitting ordinary people, there were rumors of ordinary people being persuaded to withdraw. Thus, the Qi family used their connections to change the gender on Qi Song’s ID card from “Unknown” to “Alpha.”

For self-preservation, Qi Song also claimed to be an Alpha, but in reality, there was nothing under the Alpha inhibitor patch on the back of her neck.

Qi Song was very beautiful, and her upbringing had given her an elegant and noble demeanor. Coupled with her first-place ranking in the midterm exams and a detached, aloof attitude that seemed profound, she was extremely popular with her classmates.

But she didn’t enjoy that feeling of the stars cupping the moon¹ at all.

If these people who flocked around her with praise knew she was actually an ordinary person, they would probably retreat three chi² immediately.

At this thought, Qi Song couldn’t help but curve her lips into a faint, self-amused smile.

—It wasn’t low self-esteem or sorrow.

Because her Jiejie said that ordinary people were no different from others; they could all receive and give love. And she only cared about what her Jiejie thought.

When the evening self-study session³ ended, Qi Song quickly packed her things, slung her backpack on, and walked out.

Behind her, her classmates joked and bantered—

“If you hit me again, I’ll curse your future child to never differentiate!”

“Tsk, what a vicious curse.”

…

“Qi Song!”

Qi Song’s steps halted, and her brow furrowed slightly without her realizing it.

She turned around. Chen Xin⁴, the Omega classmate who usually sat behind her, reached out a hand as if to grab her sleeve.

Qi Song subtly avoided it. “Yes, what is it?”

“I wanted to ask if you have plans this weekend. Should we go to the library together?” Chen Xin asked, looking at her with slightly flushed cheeks. “You’re so amazing at studying, I wanted to ask for some advice.”

“Sorry, I’m going out with my Jiejie,” Qi Song refused.

She tried to be as brief as possible when interacting with people, but once Yu Luo was involved, she couldn’t help but reveal a little more, just like now.

An unspeakable, subtle girlish thought, like showing off to herself.

Chen Xin said with some disappointment, “Is it with your Jiejie again? I think spending time with people your own age is a different experience, you could try…”

Qi Song was like oil and salt that wouldn’t enter⁵. “Sorry, my Jiejie is waiting for me after school. I have to go.”

“Ah?” Chen Xin responded a beat too late, only to see the usually elegant, polite, and unhurried Classmate Qi had already turned and run into the night.

It was as if the few minutes she had delayed Qi Song had become an unbearable “making Jiejie wait” in Qi Song’s heart.

The evening self-study had just ended, and the school gate was swarming with people.

But Qi Song was rushing impatiently toward her own sea.

“Jiejie!”

Under a plane tree⁶, a young woman in a dark coffee-colored coat stood, her long body standing like jade⁷, her exposed skin fair.

Flickering light and shadows sprinkled across her delicate features, making that coolly aloof and otherworldly face seem out of place, like squares unable to enter⁸ the surrounding dim, crowded environment.

When she looked over, the corners of her lips curved into a gentle smile.

A few steps apart, Qi Song and Yu Luo’s eyes met in the deep night, and Qi Song suddenly felt a sting in her nose.

The evening breeze brushed past her cheeks, and her tears flowed with a cool sensation.

“Why are you suddenly crying?” Yu Luo walked forward a few steps, closing the final bit of distance between them.

She reached out and, with practiced ease, ruffled the top of the young girl’s soft hair.

Qi Song grabbed the fabric of her coat tightly and said with a choke, “Because I’m so happy.”

Every day after evening self-study, the moment she flew towards the plane tree by the school gate.

The moment at dusk on a weekend, strolling by the lake at B University, when Yu Luo pursed her lips, aggrieved, and showed her the mosquito bite on the back of her hand.

The moment they went to the library to study together, when she looked up and saw the woman’s serious face as she read.

In these moments, she felt, enjoyed, and loved this world. She no longer felt abandoned by the whole world, but instead perceived a kind of romance in being pushed into Yu Luo’s hands by the whole world.

The world might still be clamorous and cruel, but the thought of having this warm corner that was her Jiejie made her feel no longer lonely.

Because I’m so happy—Qi Song only answered with five words, but Yu Luo seemed to understand everything she wanted to express.

Her hand stroking Qi Song’s hair slowed.

Deep waves rippled in her eyes, and her heart surged with them.

“I’m very happy too,” she finally said with a light laugh and a hoarse voice.

The street was so quiet that only the faint glow of the streetlights remained. Qi Song let Yu Luo habitually hold her sleeve as they walked side by side.

The night wind blew through their long hair, and because they were so close, strands would occasionally tangle together.

Yu Luo said casually, “I just realized you seem to be almost as tall as me. I have to raise my hand a bit higher to pat your head now…”

Qi Song said in a hurry, “Ah? Then I’ll lower my head a bit next time.”

Yu Luo couldn’t help but laugh, saying softly, “I’m just remarking that you’ve grown taller. Why are you in such a hurry?”

Qi Song said in a small voice, “I’m worried that if you think I’ve grown up, you won’t pat my head anymore.”

“…” Yu Luo paused slightly, then finally said with a helpless smile, “Little dog.”

Qi Song’s lips curved up.

“Jiejie always likes to call me a little dog. Do you really want to have a little dog?”

Yu Luo pondered for a few seconds. “I used to always feel the world was lonely and cold, and only a little dog was a warm existence. But in reality, I’ve never even been in contact with a specific little dog.”

She said softly, “So what I want to have isn’t really a little dog.”

“Can you understand? Qi Song.” She turned her head to look at the young girl. “Whenever I say you’re a little dog, I just want to say…”

I want to say that you fill the void I’ve always longed for, that you give me all the warmth and liveliness I’ve ever wanted.

But such a profound feeling was difficult to put into words, so it was ultimately entrusted to the light and lovely two words, “little dog.”

“If you mind me saying this—”

“I don’t.”

For a rare moment, Qi Song interrupted Yu Luo.

Qi Song met her gaze, her eyes holding stars, as bright and clear as ever.

“I want to be Jiejie’s little dog forever.”

Yu Luo didn’t speak immediately.

She was silent for a moment, then raised a hand to quietly touch the gland on the back of her neck.

“…W-will you not leave, no matter what?” she asked, trying her best to conceal the cautiousness in her tone.

“Yes,” Qi Song nodded solemnly.

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Yu Luo had always thought she believed Qi Song’s promise… until the day her heat period arrived.

Having lived together for nearly half a year, Yu Luo had suppressed her few heat periods by promptly injecting a special inhibitor.—

The concentration of this special inhibitor was higher than that of a regular one, about three times the dosage, which could keep her pheromone concentration at an extremely low level and minimize the damage to her body as much as possible. But no matter what, it was a drain on her health.

At the end of the year, when her studies and performance work were especially busy, Yu Luo failed to notice that the special inhibitors at home had run out.

So on Christmas Day, she first took to her bed with a fever from overwork, only to be suddenly awakened halfway through her sleep by a scorching sensation.

Her whole body was sore and weak. She turned over with difficulty and fumbled through the drawer of her bedside table.

It was completely empty.

Before Yu Luo had time to think, she heard a sound at her door.

“Knock, knock.” The door was knocked on gently.

“Jiejie, I bought medicine, and I’ve prepared it. May I come in?”

The young girl’s clear, gentle voice reached her ears, causing the color to drain from Yu Luo’s face.

The sudden arrival of her heat period meant the corresponding symptoms had already, with the momentum of a thunderclap so fast one cannot cover their ears⁹, enveloped her entire body. At this moment, the gland on the back of her neck was uncontrollably releasing a large amount of pheromones, the scent of which must have been gradually filling the entire room.

The doctor’s suddenly strange gaze, her mother’s pitying look, the regretful sigh of her summer job boss when he fired her, the subtle way passersby in public places avoided her…

And, during her last meeting with her mother, the affirmative answer she received when she asked, “Did you abandon me because you hate my pheromones?”

All of this instantly flooded her mind, entangling every inch of her thoughts.

Therefore, the moment her eyes met the young girl’s clear ones, her pupils constricted, and her whole body trembled.

“Don’t…”

Yu Luo’s voice was hoarse when she spoke, and for the first time, she was harsh with Qi Song: “Get out!”

Seeing Qi Song stunned by her shouting, wearing a bewildered expression, Yu Luo felt as if her heart had been heavily struck.

Her entire being deflated like a punctured balloon.

“Hurry and get out, close the door…”

She took a deep breath, her vision already blurred by tears, and whimpered in humiliation, “I’m begging you…”

The door was gently closed.

Yu Luo closed her eyes, biting her lower lip until it bled. She moved, burying her head in the quilt, her whole body curling up helplessly, trembling uncontrollably.

In the quiet bedroom, only an occasional, accidentally escaped sob could be heard.

After an unknown amount of time, the tears silently ran dry, taking her emotions with them.

The dizziness in her head, amplified by the fever and the heat period, dissipated a little. Yu Luo belatedly realized—

Qi Song was an ordinary person; she couldn’t smell pheromones at all.

But… it was the same, all the same.

Even if Qi Song didn’t leave because she hated her pheromones, she would be disgusted by her unfamiliar, ugly outburst just now.

She probably isn’t willing to be my little dog anymore.

When this sentence appeared in her mind, Yu Luo felt a pain in her heart more unbearable than the day she was separated from her mother.

Never having had something, and losing it after having it, seemed to leave wounds of completely different depths.

The sky grew darker, and the surroundings fell into the quiet of the night. The window of the building opposite was decorated with flashing colored lights, and Yu Luo suddenly remembered that today was Christmas.

If it weren’t for the fever, if it weren’t for this heat period, she should be watching a Christmas movie with Qi Song in the home theater right now—in the theater was the Christmas tree they had decorated together yesterday, along with all sorts of cute Christmas decorations…

Now it seemed to have all turned into foam and shadow¹⁰.

The medicine she ordered for delivery was already at the door, and it included inhibitors. Yu Luo struggled to get up, wanting to get them.

Actually, the first thing she should do was apologize to Qi Song.

But if she knocked on Qi Song’s door, she probably wouldn’t be willing to pay her any mind.

In a haze of muddled anxiety, Yu Luo opened her door, having lost her soul and her spirit fallen¹¹—

—and unexpectedly ran right into a pair of reddened eyes.

The young girl was still holding the cup of fever medicine, which had long gone cold, standing like a tree at her bedroom door.

Perhaps from holding this posture for too long, her body was so stiff and numb she couldn’t feel it. When Qi Song looked up slightly, the bones in her neck made a small, stiff sound.

The light spilling from Yu Luo’s bedroom illuminated the darkness around the girl, lighting up her dry lips and the teetering panic in her eyes—

“Jiejie, do you still want me?” she asked in a hoarse voice.

In Yu Luo’s absentminded silence, Qi Song’s lips began to tremble. She raised a hand to cover her face, the sound escaping from between her fingers like the whimper of a small animal: “Don’t abandon me…”

“I’m begging you…”

Yu Luo stared at the clear tears gathering on the young girl’s chin.

Although it was absurd, dark, and morbid… she actually felt that only in this moment did she truly, relaxedly possess Qi Song.

Amidst the unspeakable tremor in her heart, Yu Luo’s fingers, hanging at her side, curled and uncurled, finally coming to rest slowly on the young girl’s head.

“Are you willing to listen to a story?”

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The delivery bag containing the inhibitors lay forlornly in the darkness outside the front door.

But in the home theater, a warm light was on. The cute colored ornaments on the Christmas tree twinkled, and on the large screen in front, an animation was playing where Santa Claus and his reindeer were busy fulfilling people’s wishes.

This lively and bright festive atmosphere, along with the young girl’s quiet and focused gaze, seemed capable of accommodating all the old scenes and thoughts that had been stuck in her heart, churning over and over.

They had already rotted and festered, so scraping the surface brought a piercing pain all over.

But Yu Luo had to speak.

She couldn’t bear to see Qi Song with that humble expression, as if treading on thin ice, making such a pitiful plea.

If the brief, intense pain of this moment could eliminate the long-term agony for the young girl born from misunderstanding later, then she was willing to endure it.

And so all of that past—the shimmering tears in her eyes as she watched her mother’s departing back, the shame and distress that churned in her when she dreamt at midnight of being avoided by everyone around her—was all laid bare without reservation.

“…I was thrown away too.”

Yu Luo said with a choke, “So I have the same fear as you.”

“Qi Song, I’m not abandoning you…”

She lowered her eyes. Because she was in a heat period without the comfort of inhibitors, the pitiful tears in her eyes were especially profuse and turbulent.

After speaking, she tried hard to suppress her heavy breathing, her eardrums cautiously receiving the vibrations transmitted through the air, trying to hear the young girl’s words of forgiveness.

The brief silence became thick and long in this wait. Yu Luo easily fell into a state of apprehension and unease, her overflowing emotions on the verge of collapse.

Just as she was about to look up, she was unexpectedly pulled into a passionate and tight embrace.

They had never had this kind of contact before. Yu Luo blinked a beat too late, and the crystalline tear hanging on her eyelash shattered on the young girl’s shoulder.

The trembling of Qi Song’s body was transmitted to her through their soft contact.

In this shared vibration, their hearts also seemed to be pressed very close.

Qi Song, mimicking the way Yu Luo usually treated her, reached out and carefully patted her head.

Then moved down, gently patting her back.

The force was gentle and comforting, conveying all the words of solace.

As if struggling to endure the pain in her heart, Qi Song paused for a good while before speaking, her voice still trembling, “I’m very glad I’m an ordinary person.”

“Because not being able to smell pheromones might make Jiejie feel safe and at ease.”

“At the same time, I also regret being an ordinary person…”

“Because this way, I can never powerfully prove that—even if I could smell your pheromones, I would continue to cherish all of you.”

“…Do you love me?” the young woman buried in her shoulder suddenly asked in a muffled voice.

Perhaps because she was in heat, or perhaps because the embrace was too passionate and tolerant, Yu Luo’s tone was tinged with a bit of proud stubbornness.

Qi Song’s heart skipped a beat, and then a thread of a smile slowly rippled in her eyes. She knew very well that Yu Luo only dared to ask this because she already knew the answer.

“I love you.”

She answered solemnly.

The “love” Yu Luo asked about, and the one in her answer, couldn’t be purer.

It had nothing to do with romance¹², nothing to do with possession. It was just a pure, profound care, the only one of its kind she poured into the world.

“Oh… then do you still want to be my little dog?”

Yu Luo asked casually, as if she had no idea what the answer would be, but in reality, the hand resting on Qi Song’s waist had already accidentally squeezed so hard that it hurt Qi Song’s skin.

Qi Song struggled to hold back the cry of pain that rose to her throat. Because of this restraint, the young girl’s clear voice sounded exceptionally profound and mysterious: “…Woof.”

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The author has something to say:

Perhaps some people noticed that Qi Song used to be in the “soft peach whole eating” party, but the moment she was adopted and fed a peach by her Jiejie, she defected to the “crisp peach cut into pieces” party hhhh

Wishing everyone a happy holiday~

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