After Agreeing to Go on a Parenting Show With My Omega Ex-Girlfriend – Chapter 84

You need only tell me you want me, and I will be yours.

Qi Song would later recall that it was the most chaotic month of her life in over a decade, a time of soldiers in turmoil and horses in chaos¹.

She had once been frustrated by the barrier of adulthood, telling Yu Luo, “A person doesn’t suddenly mature on their 18th birthday.”

But a single sentence became a prophecy².

In the early morning hours leading to her eighteenth birthday, she sat outside the ICU, her soul lost and spirit dropped³. Amidst the long, anxious, and heart-wrenching wait, in the sudden and brutal first confrontation with life and death, her youth was like a pustule; after it burst, the vicissitudes of life flowed out.

Qi Song was always reluctant to remember that period. But even if she deliberately tried to forget, she remembered that Yu Luo had a high fever for two consecutive days without waking, was rushed into the ICU in the middle of the night, and stayed there for five days before she was out of critical danger. Afterward, she was transferred from Y City to the best hospital in B City, remaining in a deep coma.

And as she looked at the woman’s bloodless face, so devoid of life, her tightly closed eyes, the barely perceptible rise and fall of her chest, she felt her heart being repeatedly ground until it bled.

“She has likely been injecting excessive amounts of inhibitors on a regular basis. Although it hasn’t produced a specific illness, her body has been worn down too much, and many of her metrics are outside the healthy range. Even if she managed to maintain a normal appearance, she was actually extremely fragile,” the doctor said. “If she happened to encounter significant emotional fluctuations, the sickness in her heart took advantage of the weakness, making it even harder to bear.”

“But logically speaking, she shouldn’t have remained in a coma for this long.”

“Additionally, there are some abnormal results on the test report that we’ve never seen before…” The doctor’s face showed frustration. “It might be a testing error. We’ve already reported it for further analysis.”

Her manager, Chen-jie, also rushed over to help Qi Song look after Yu Luo.

She saw the child who used to call Yu Luo “Jiejie” with bright, sparkling eyes and vibrant energy, now wearing a gloomy and wilted expression every day, like a small puppy worried it would be abandoned by its owner at any moment.

“Did Jiejie used to get sick often too, and just never told me?”

One day, sitting by the hospital bed, the long-silent Qi Song suddenly spoke.

Chen-jie’s lips parted and closed, but in the end, she couldn’t answer.

And that itself was the answer.

Sometimes, she couldn’t bear it and would try to persuade her, “No matter what, you have to eat and sleep properly. Yu Luo might wake up tomorrow, and you’ll need a healthy body and mind to take care of her.”

Qi Song would nod in agreement every time, but she still couldn’t help but lose her appetite and sleep, the light in her eyes dimming day by day, as if on the verge of being extinguished.

Until one day, Chen-jie discovered that Qi Song had suddenly pulled herself together.

It was an overcast morning. Yu Luo had been in a coma for nearly a month.

When Chen-jie came out of the secondary bedroom in the deluxe hospital suite, she saw Qi Song just entering the ward. She smiled and greeted her, “Good morning, Chen-jie.”

With just one glance, she could tell that Qi Song’s vitality was different.

Chen-jie’s mood couldn’t help but lift as well, and she quickly asked, “What is it? Did the doctor have some good news?”

“…No.” Qi Song’s expression didn’t change; it was serene and calm.

“I just thought things through, so I’ve completely relaxed.”

Chen-jie was slightly taken aback. “Hm?”

“Chen-jie, have you ever seen the story of Hachiko, the loyal dog⁴?”

Chen-jie’s brow furrowed slightly.

Qi Song sat down by the bed, her fingertips gently touching the woman’s cheek. She looked up, her young, beautiful face carrying a gentle, faint smile, showing a long-lost vibrant energy.

She continued nonchalantly, “I will not be that pitiful dog.”

Chen-jie subconsciously thought Qi Song was saying that if something happened to Yu Luo, she wouldn’t be stuck in place but would choose to leave the past behind and look forward.

But when the young woman lowered her eyes, her thick lashes casting a somber shadow on her lower eyelids, her fingertips slowly and ever so preciously caressing the pale wrist of the woman on the bed, Chen-jie’s heart suddenly trembled.

She felt that hidden within Qi Song’s calm expression was an obsessive madness.

I will not be that pitiful Akita. I won’t wait at the train station day after day, wearing myself down to old age in hopeless anticipation. If she leaves, I will follow her immediately, so that I will never have to live a day in a world without her.

Chen-jie was struck speechless in her astonishment.

She didn’t know what Yu Luo and Qi Song had each been through, only that both had suffered greatly in the past, and had later healed and relied on each other, developing feelings for one another along the way. This kind of affection and entanglement, so deep it touched the soul, was not something an outsider could easily comprehend.

Therefore, in the end, she couldn’t stand on high ground and offer words of criticism or guidance. She could only pray that Yu Luo would be safe and sound.

Fortunately, Yu Luo couldn’t bear to leave her little puppy behind.

It happened five days later.

At that moment, Qi Song was wiping Yu Luo’s face when she suddenly felt the woman’s eyelashes flutter.

She had experienced countless similar illusions these past few days, and each time she would jump up and call the doctor over, only to be thrown back into the abyss of despair by reality. But this time, Qi Song’s heart still pounded wildly. She raised her hand and, with practiced ease, pressed the call button for the doctor, her palm instantly breaking out in a nervous, cold sweat.

When her gaze moved from the button back to the hospital bed, she happened to meet the woman’s slowly opening eyes.

In an instant, an unbearable numbness shot up her spine.

Qi Song’s entire body was so stiff she didn’t dare to move, afraid that the tiny breeze stirred by the blink of an eyelash would blow this dream away.

But this was no illusion.

Yu Luo’s lips moved slightly. Thanks to Qi Song’s meticulous care these past days, her lips were pale but not dry.

A dazed and gentle look, as if from another lifetime, flowed from her eyes. She opened her mouth, her voice weak and hoarse.

“I missed you so much.”

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By the time Yu Luo was discharged, the hospital still hadn’t been able to complete the analysis of the abnormal results on her report.

It was only after a later check-up, when the results no longer showed any abnormalities, that Qi Song finally relaxed completely.

She was in the kitchen, simmering congee.

The Yaoshan⁵ was a bit bitter, and even with sugar added, it didn’t taste good. Eating it long-term was truly torture.

Someone, spoiled by affection, always needed to be coaxed or fed before she would finish her meal.

At this thought, the corners of Qi Song’s lips unconsciously turned up in a smile.

“Yaoshan again…” a small mutter came from behind her.

She turned around and saw Yu Luo leaning against the kitchen doorway. The woman was wearing a silk nightdress, her cheeks flushed from just having woken up. A few strands of her long, curly hair fell across her jade-white collarbones, her entire being exuding a lazy, casual charm.

After nearly two months of recuperation, Yu Luo’s health had improved considerably. At least on the surface, she looked no different than before. In fact, after the long rest, her complexion was even rosier.

But Qi Song was still very worried. “Jiejie, you should wear more. It’s a bit chilly in the morning.”

“It’s fine.” Yu Luo knew that the last incident had left a shadow on Qi Song, so she could only do her best to reassure her. “My physical condition now is even better than before I got sick.”

Qi Song said nothing. She dried her hands and walked over to hug her tightly.

“It’s okay now.” Yu Luo closed her eyes, gently stroking the head of Qi Song, who had buried her face in the crook of her neck. “Good girl.”

“I’ve always been a good girl,” Qi Song said in a low voice. “So Jiejie must never, ever leave me.”

The kitchen was quiet, with only the occasional “gurgle-gurgle” sound from the earthenware pot simmering the congee.

Both of them drew comfort from the other’s body heat.

But it was limited to just that.

The feelings they had painstakingly waited for and restrained for the sake of “adulthood” were now, surprisingly, never mentioned.

One was trapped in the lingering fear, her heart and eyes filled with nothing but the other’s health; the other had also developed reservations, hesitating because of a body that seemed destined for a short life.

But the growth and blossoming of love have never been controllable.

As their states of mind gradually calmed and stabilized, certain thoughts couldn’t help but become active, growing cheerful and restless.

Yu Luo finally came to a complete realization after a heart-to-heart talk with Chen-jie one day.

“…She said at the time that she wouldn’t be the pitiful little dog from the Hachiko story. Yu Luo, based on your understanding of her, do you think she meant she wanted to give up on you, or rush towards you?”

A lump formed in Yu Luo’s throat, and she was speechless for a long time.

Finally, her eyes shimmered with tears as she sighed, choked with emotion, “So stupid…”

“That’s why I think you two should cherish every moment. Even if you aren’t together, would she stop caring about you?” Chen-jie said.

No matter what, it was impossible not to desire the other, so why continue to suffer for it?

That day, Yu Luo’s heart was like an arrow eager to return⁶; she couldn’t wait to finish her work.

Coming out of the banquet hall entrance, her heart began to pound against her chest, making it feel hot and full. She felt an impulse to rush towards her foolish little puppy, recklessly and without a care for the consequences.

But her steps were suddenly stopped.

The ground before her was covered in rose petals, a magnificent sight. Under the flashing lights of media reporters and the watchful eyes of fans, someone was playing a guitar and singing, confessing their feelings with deep affection.

It was Tang Yu, a young Alpha singer who had exploded in popularity this year. A few months ago, she had publicly expressed her admiration for Yu Luo at her solo concert and declared her intention to pursue her seriously.

Yu Luo had already rejected her bluntly in private once.

This person was childish in nature, enjoying the feeling of being pursued and talked about, wishing she could broadcast everything she did live to the entire internet. So, it wasn’t too surprising that she would create such a commotion and scene for a confession.

Yu Luo’s gaze swept carelessly over the scene, looking towards Qi Song, who was standing by the car in the distance, waiting for her to get off work.

The young woman was tall with long legs, wearing a light-coffee-colored baseball cap. Her gaze towards her was somewhat indistinct, but the slight purse of her lips showed she wasn’t pleased.

I really am a bad woman, Yu Luo thought.

Otherwise, how could she be feeling a trace of pleasure and anticipation at this moment? She had a gut feeling that the night ahead would be a special one.

Chen-jie protected Yu Luo as they left the scene, while Tang Yu showed no embarrassment at being rejected yet again. She strummed her guitar and began to sing a sad love song on the spot.

Everyone assumed it was a drama she had directed and staged herself, so they simply listened as if it were a live performance, and her fans started cheering playfully.

Tang Yu lowered her eyelashes, hiding the genuine sadness in her eyes beneath a carefree expression.

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Once in the car, Yu Luo casually sized up Qi Song a couple of times but didn’t notice anything unusual.

Qi Song was as caring as ever, handing her warm water and supervising her until she finished it.

Then she lowered her head to look at her phone, not saying a single word about what had just happened.

Yu Luo suddenly felt a little uncertain.

Was she sulking, or did she simply not care?

After observing for a moment, she narrowed her eyes slightly and murmured weakly:

“My hands are cold.”

Qi Song silently put away her phone and wrapped Yu Luo’s hands in her own palms.

Liar. Yu Luo’s hands were warm from the water she just drank.

But Qi Song didn’t expose her, only letting a hint of a smile appear in her eyes before quickly hiding it, her expression unchanging.

The dim light in the car made it hard to see clearly, but Yu Luo knew Qi Song too well. So, the moment the corner of someone’s mouth inadvertently tilted up, she easily caught her out.

Confirmed. She’s doing it on purpose.

Having navigated society for several years, how could she be handled by this young kid who hadn’t even started university yet?

So Yu Luo pretended not to know. She turned her head to look over, her long lashes blinking slowly, her watery eyes full of charm as she gave the person a bewitching glance.

“Still cold.”

Her tone was exceptionally soft and pitiful, yet she didn’t move closer, simply waiting for the other person to come and show concern.

A kind of having support, and therefore no fear⁷.

And Qi Song’s experience was still shallow; she was completely unaware she was being deliberately seduced. She only felt that the woman’s gaze was exceptionally intoxicating, and as it flowed and rippled, her heart had already begun to beat violently for it.

Immediately after, her body felt a little weak.

Her ears burning red, she responded a beat late with a low “Mm,” and obediently reached out to hug Yu Luo, using her body heat to warm the other person up.

Seeing her docile and innocent appearance, Yu Luo’s throat moved slightly.

She nestled into the crook of Qi Song’s neck, feeling the fervent agitation in the young woman’s chest that was all for her, and couldn’t help but let the corners of her lips curve up a little.

Lifting her head, her lips brushed almost imperceptibly against Qi Song’s scorching earlobe as she said in a breathy voice, “Hold me tighter.”

The embrace that followed was a little too tight.

It was the unbearable feeling after being deliberately teased, the strength in the arms wrapped around her waist faintly revealing a restrained desire and possessiveness.

It made Yu Luo’s body feel a little weak as well.

The two began to keep silent, each with their own thoughts, and became inexplicably reserved after arriving home.

But it was an extremely ambiguous kind of reservation. Otherwise, how could a single glance make their breathing hitch?

In the end, Qi Song walked Yu Luo to her bedroom door.

The hallway light cast an enchanting glow on the young woman’s delicate profile. In the quiet, shared gaze, romantic colors gradually bloomed in their hearts. Feeling a leaping sense of anticipation, Yu Luo couldn’t help but bite her lip.

In the next second, however, she heard Qi Song’s slightly hoarse voice:

“Jiejie, you’ve worked all day. You should rest early.”

Yu Luo froze, her lips parting slightly.

In her daze, Qi Song had already turned to go back to the room across the hall, her graceful figure as straight as a little white poplar⁸.

A pleasant sight, but… a bit too proper.

“Goodnight, Jiejie.”

Watching the door to the opposite bedroom close, Yu Luo blinked slowly, somewhat in disbelief.

She actually left!

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Yu Luo couldn’t fall asleep.

She had thought it would be a vivid and passionate night, but it ended with that elm-wood head⁹ walking her to her room and saying goodnight. She really couldn’t figure it out.

Moonlight filtered into the room. She draped a coat over her shoulders and got up, wanting to go to the balcony to look at the moon.

But she inadvertently ran into another person who couldn’t sleep.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

The balcony’s glass door was gently pushed open. The woman’s voice was clearer and colder than the moonlight. Qi Song’s ears twitched, and her breath hitched for a moment.

She slowly turned around and saw Yu Luo’s gentle eyes. “Is something on your mind?”

Qi Song’s heart pounded.

“…I’m a little nervous,” she confessed, unable to control herself.

Yu Luo’s gaze was like water as she said softly, “That’s perfect. I can share the burden with you.”

But she saw the young woman’s eyelashes tremble anxiously. “I’m even more nervous now.”

“…” Yu Luo was silent for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. “Is your nervousness related to me?”

A barely audible “Mm” was squeezed from Qi Song’s throat.

In the face of the other person’s cautious yet uncontrollably covetous gaze, Yu Luo suddenly saw right through her and couldn’t help but curve her lips into a smile.

“I see…”

She looked at Qi Song intently and finally said, “Then let Jiejie comfort you a bit.”

Qi Song obediently lowered her head, allowing Yu Luo to ruffle the top of her hair.

She thought this was the comfort.

And it was indeed effective. With the movement of the woman’s palm, she felt happiness burgeoning amidst her complex thoughts. Her invisible tail couldn’t help but wag joyfully, wishing Yu Luo would touch more than just her head.

It would be best if she used that warm, beautiful hand to touch her ears. And then, it would be best if she could tilt her head up, let her kiss the corner of her lips, then bite her neck, and pluck her freely.

The moment this thought appeared, Qi Song realized she was very bad.

She coveted Yu Luo with such humid thoughts.

But despite being so bad, she had to pretend to be this well-behaved, as if she were satisfied with just a gentle ruffle of her hair.

As her mind wandered, Qi Song’s gaze began to shift, worried she would be seen through by the person in front of her.

But she saw the woman’s eyes darken slightly. The next second, she stood on her toes and leaned in.

A soft, fragrant sensation on her lips.

With a “mwah” sound, their lips parted with a reluctant, faint, and sticky noise, which seemed somewhat wantonly ambiguous in the quiet night.

Qi Song’s whole body froze. A tingling sensation shot up from the base of her spine, flowed through her vertebrae, and rushed to her head, making her dizzy.

“You’re about to give off steam from just one kiss?” Yu Luo let out a nonchalant, soft laugh.

Qi Song stared at her without blinking, swallowing unconsciously.

Her earlier humid, dark thoughts were like alcohol, ignited by the shyness the woman tried to conceal in her eyes, and instantly flared into an uncontrollable blaze.

She lowered her head, her nose touching Yu Luo’s. Then she stepped forward, forcing the woman to retreat until her back was against the glass door, which made a soft thud.

One hand took Yu Luo’s, guiding it to her own ear, while the other hand pinched Yu Luo’s chin. She tilted her head and urgently kissed those soft, red lips.

She was still not very good at kissing; her movements were somewhat clumsy. She only knew how to press and caress repeatedly.

But even so, it was enough to make her soul tremble.

During the kiss, Yu Luo’s helpless gesture of hooking her arms around her neck, her trembling and hot breath, the feathery touch of her restless eyelashes brushing against her cheek, and the occasional gasp that escaped her slightly parted lips—all of it made her lose control.

She kissed until their lips were a little sore and painful. Only then did she move down along her cheek, licking and biting the skin on the side of Yu Luo’s neck like a small beast.

Unable to control her strength, her teeth grazed against the woman’s skin, making her whimper and lean back in unbearable pleasure.

But that only made it easier for her to taste.

Qi Song realized she had a beastly side. Because at this moment, she had a strong urge to “devour” the person in her arms—eagerly, yet slowly. But her clumsy self didn’t know how.

So she could only tighten her hand on Yu Luo’s waist without any technique, trying to use the feeling of their bodies pressed tightly together to resist that desire.

Only after some of the long-suppressed, intense passion was released did Qi Song finally, slowly stop. She rested her chin on Yu Luo’s shoulder, gently patting the woman’s back, calming down together with her.

“Feeling better?” Yu Luo’s voice was slightly hoarse, containing a hint of indulgent tenderness and an unspeakable passion.

Qi Song held her even tighter.

She almost wanted to devour her again.

“I was planning to formally confess to you tonight,” Qi Song closed her eyes, confessing word by word amidst her still-unsettled panting. “But when I went to pick you up, I happened to run into the scene of someone else confessing to you.”

“It was eye-catching, grand, and passionate, with a music performance like a concert,” she said sullenly. “I suddenly felt that my preparations were child’s play, somewhat dwarfed by comparison¹⁰.”

The articles and poems she had written with a heart full of romantic thoughts, the fresh flowers she had secretly and meticulously nurtured in her room for a long time that had finally bloomed today, and many other little things filled with her affection.

She was too young; this was all she could offer with a heart full of sincere love.

But in comparison, she was forced to be reminded—the people pursuing Yu Luo were all successful in their careers in the wider world, while she still had nothing.

Yu Luo was quiet for a moment, then chuckled softly.

She sighed, chiding her gently, “What child’s play, what dwarfed by comparison…”

“You silly girl, you should know.”

“You need only tell me you want me, and I will be yours.”

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