After Agreeing to Go on a Parenting Show With My Omega Ex-Girlfriend – Chapter 78

Growing Up for You.

“…How about I go pick you up?”

“No need, Jiejie will be back in a little while.”

Qi Song stared at the “Call Ended” screen on her phone.

As autumn turned to winter, the nights in B City were exceptionally bleak.

The cold, white moonlight climbed onto the young woman’s delicate profile, from which the last traces of girlishness were fading, and coiled around her brows, which were drawn together by a certain obscure and humid emotion.

She couldn’t tell if the stuffy discomfort in her heart was because Yu Luo never went to bars, yet tonight, breaking with all precedent, she had gone to a bar to drink with someone else; or if it was because Yu Luo was clearly in poor health and couldn’t handle much alcohol, yet was drinking the strongest Baijiu.

Dazzling and restless lights, deafeningly noisy music, people with flushed faces, not quite sober, pressing their bodies against each other ambiguously on the dance floor… The jarring images leaped through her mind—

Qi Song had never been to a bar; this was her impression of such places.

The more she thought, the more her chest ached with a stuffy pain. Qi Song turned and went from the balcony back to the living room, slumping onto the sofa, utterly crestfallen.

She rolled over and saw the faint scratches on the sofa’s leather.

Her gaze paused.

She had no time to ponder how they had gotten there; she suddenly shot up from the sofa.

She put on her coat, left the apartment, took the elevator, and went straight to the underground parking garage.

If Yu Luo was brought back by the person she was drinking with… she wanted to see what that person looked like.

At this hour, the parking garage was exceptionally empty and silent. The young woman, who had always been the center of attention on campus due to her superior looks and grades, was now squatting pitifully alone in a corner, enduring an agonizingly long wait.

Her slender, pale fingertips rubbed hard against the edge of her phone, accidentally lighting up the screen.

It unlocked automatically with facial recognition, and a fan app¹ pushed a notification to the top of the screen:

“Your Jiejie @Yu Luo is trending on the hot search, click to see details.”

Trending late at night… Qi Song’s heart suddenly clenched, and a bad premonition crashed against her chest.

Jiejie.

Blood rushed through her four limbs and hundred bones, and her palms grew sweaty with nervousness. Her fingertips trembled as she quickly tapped on it.

After scanning the contents—one eye, ten lines²—the worry in the young woman’s eyes completely froze—

#YuLuoWangzaiMilk#

@QinglianEntertainmentReporter³:

Yu Luo, the young actress who became a top-tier traffic⁴ star right after her debut this year and has been called the “Bright Moon of the Film World⁵,” was photographed going to a bar alone late at night. Less than two minutes later, she emerged with a stylish flair, carrying two red cans of alcohol, and returned to her car to drink heartily with her manager. This reporter⁶ later went to the bar to investigate and learned that what Yu Luo had purchased were two cans of Wangzai Milk.

【Hahahahaha save me, when I read the first sentence I thought my house had collapsed⁷!】

【Going to a bar to buy Wangzai Milk… Yu Luo, don’t be so cute you kill your mom fans⁸ wuwuwu】

【This bar is kind of not attending to its proper duties⁹, selling this kind of stuff?】

“…’White’?”

The young woman’s clear, mellow voice, tinged with a hint of profound meaning, echoed in the corner of the underground garage.

At the same time, in another car, Yu Luo, sitting in the front passenger seat, covered her lips and sneezed softly, causing the can of Wangzai Milk in her hand to wobble.

“It’s a bit too sweet and cloying,” she commented.

“Stop drinking, we’re home.”

The manager was a little baffled by her artist’s behavior tonight. She muttered as she carefully parked the car in the space.

“Can’t let it go to waste.”

Yu Luo tilted her head back and finished the last of the Wangzai Milk. As she unbuckled her seatbelt, she thought: When I walk in the door, I have to act so drunk it could penetrate wood three-tenths of an inch¹⁰…

The script for deceiving the kid was already playing out smoothly in her mind.

“Knock, knock.”

Unexpectedly, someone knocked on the car window.

Yu Luo’s heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously turned her head and saw the young woman’s exquisite face through the glass.

Her hand holding the empty can of Wangzai Milk trembled slightly.

Her heart raced out of guilt. Yu Luo calmly hid the can and lowered the window.

Qi Song was very concerned about her. She studied her face carefully and said worriedly, “Jiejie, is your drinking engagement over? Did you drink a lot?”

Yu Luo nodded a beat too late, a hazy, drunken look floating perfectly in her eyes.

Although there was no smell of alcohol on her, given how much Qi Song cared and how little she knew about drinking, she probably wouldn’t notice this flaw in the details.

So Yu Luo bit her red lip, looking pitiful and delicate. “I’m so dizzy from drinking, you have to help Jiejie get home…”

Qi Song’s breathing quietly hitched.

Her gaze fell on the speck of milky white liquid that had accidentally stained the corner of Yu Luo’s lips. She felt that the woman pretending to be drunk in front of her was like a kitten acting cute after secretly drinking some milk.

She was so adorable that Qi Song couldn’t resist reaching out and ruffling the top of Yu Luo’s hair.

Yu Luo blinked, not understanding. She used her “drunkenness” to act wantonly aggrieved. “Why are you touching my head…”

“I’m sorry.”

Qi Song apologized while struggling to hold back her laughter. She opened the car door and carefully helped Yu Luo out.

She looked up, preparing to say something to the stunned manager in the driver’s seat. But the woman’s arm suddenly wrapped around her, soft as if without bones, and clingingly dragged her toward the elevator.

One second later, and the filling would have been revealed¹¹.

Qi Song pretended not to know and obediently did as Yu Luo wished.

With a “click,” the door locked behind them.

Yu Luo, “unsteady on her feet,” let Qi Song half-embrace her to remove her overcoat, then watched her crouch down and meticulously help her change into soft slippers.

Then, with “legs turning to jelly,” she let Qi Song carry her to the sofa.

The moment she was lifted into a princess carry, Yu Luo, late to know and late to realize, understood that the young woman had not only grown taller, but also much stronger.

Thanks to her long-term dedication to exercise and judo practice, once she exerted force, her usually slender arms would reveal supple and fluid lines—delicate, beautiful, and full of vitality.

She could easily lift her horizontally and walk with perfect stability. She could also, like last time when they were out, subdue a street punk who was harassing her in just three or two moves.

Yu Luo’s throat moved slightly. She felt that now, no performance was necessary—as unspeakable thoughts stirred, heat crept up her cheeks, and her legs genuinely started to feel a little weak.

Qi Song carefully placed Yu Luo on the sofa, then looked up to find the woman’s face flushed crimson.

Her heart stirred, and she asked bluntly, “Jiejie, why did your face suddenly turn red?”

Yu Luo’s eyelashes fluttered guiltily. She whispered, “Maybe the after-effects¹² are kicking in…”

As she spoke, her gaze became even more hazy, the moisture in her eyes further steeped in drunkenness.

Qi Song was slightly stunned by the sight.

She suddenly lowered her head. “I’ll go pour Jiejie some juice to sober up.”

Without waiting for Yu Luo’s response, Qi Song turned and headed for the kitchen, her steps a bit rushed.

Once the kitchen door was closed, Qi Song finally released the laughter she had been holding back for so long, which was about to burst out. The corners of her mouth turned up.

Jiejie truly is a talented actress.

She smiled uncontrollably as she poured the juice, replaying the recent events in her mind.

Her eyes unintentionally swept over the pot on the stove, where she saw a plate of red-braised fish, completely untouched and identical to how it was when she left that morning.

The smile on her lips involuntarily faltered.

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Yu Luo stared at the juice held out before her, then looked up weakly at Qi Song.

Within that silent, fragile performance, Qi Song understood in her heart and comprehended with her spirit. She moved the glass to the woman’s lips and carefully helped her drink.

Yu Luo took tiny sips.

They were so close they could feel the warmth of each other’s breath.

Under the warm light of the living room, Yu Luo looked at the tips of the young woman’s thick, lovely eyelashes, the heart-stirring focus and gentleness on her beautiful face, and her mature, reliable demeanor as she took meticulous care of her.

In the instant those lashes blinked, Yu Luo felt as if the act of deceiving herself and others¹³ in her heart had also been shaken.

She was bad, exceptionally bad.

Because of a privately budding palpitation, she had used her status as an older sister to feign drunkenness and trick a seventeen-year-old child out of her worry and care. Moreover, the other party… might already have a girlfriend.

In a state of unbearable, stuffy pain and self-loathing, Yu Luo failed to notice the young woman’s gaze lingering on her juice-moistened lips, from which a raw desire quietly rippled out.

She only found her own breathing growing heavy and slightly turned her head, avoiding the glass Qi Song offered.

This time, she felt a melancholic drunkenness without needing to act.

“Jiejie doesn’t want to drink anymore?”

The instant Qi Song subconsciously looked up, Yu Luo’s eyes met hers.

She stumbled into the unfamiliar and fervent longing that Qi Song hadn’t had time to conceal, momentarily speechless.

And so, the considerate and repentant words she had been forcing herself to say—”You can bring your girlfriend home for dinner sometime”—floated out several beats too late, unconsciously, hanging in the thin air between them.

A subtle silence escaped.

“…What girlfriend of mine?” Qi Song blinked innocently, her brows knitting slightly in confusion.

Under the young woman’s insistent gaze, which demanded an answer, Yu Luo’s chaotic breathing became even more disordered.

Her lips trembled. She reached out and clutched the corner of Qi Song’s shirt, continuing to use a ridiculous drunkenness as a cover, to have no path to walk, and an unfocused gaze as an escape.

“During past vacations, you always stuck with me, unwilling to be apart. But this time, I was on a business trip for a month, and when I finally got a break, you went out to play with a girl every day, and you always came back smelling of someone else’s perfume… It feels like you didn’t miss me at all, and you don’t want to hang out with me, just like you’re in a relationship…”

The woman’s usually cool and clear voice was now soaked in a nonexistent alcohol, and the pitiful accusation within it, which was hard to hide, struck Qi Song directly in the chest, easily making the young woman’s green¹⁴ heart tremble erratically.

…She seemed to understand the reason for all of Yu Luo’s recent behavior.

The way she had wanted to speak, yet stopped before saying goodnight last night, the forgotten red-braised fish in the pot this morning, the faint scratches on the sofa, pushing her away tonight upon smelling the perfume on her, and the act of suddenly going out to drink and then pretending to be drunk with her upon returning.

—A possessiveness that she dared not declare from the mouth¹⁵, a self-inflicted torment in an attempt to let the other person be happy, and a desire that was hard to let go of.

It was as if from the same cart track¹⁶ as her own.

The grievance that had been churning painfully in her heart could finally be spoken, bringing a sourly numb sense of relief. Yu Luo did her best to restrain it, not letting it pour out too fiercely and frighten Qi Song.

But she saw Qi Song’s gaze suddenly become moist.

Just like many years ago when she had said to her, “Jiejie, I’m also very pitiful,” she looked like a rain-soaked puppy wanting to be taken home.

But unlike that day, a blazing fire was now kindling within that dampness, about to evaporate the drunkenness she used as a disguise, to ignite the threads of affection in her heart that were beating uncontrollably yet desperately restrained, to scorch away the last bit of reservation in her words—

In the instant that blaze continued to heat up, reaching an extreme scalding point, Yu Luo saw Qi Song smile softly.

The curve of the young woman’s lips was as brilliant as a star¹⁷.

Yu Luo’s chest tightened. She then saw Qi Song reach out and hug her tightly.

Their soft bodies pressed together, and the head buried in her neck was fluffy, nuzzling her clingingly and enthusiastically.

“I don’t have a girlfriend…” Qi Song’s clear, mellow voice sounded softly by her ear.

“Jiejie, I am still eagerly trying to grow up for you.”

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