A Siren1 at Home
Ten o’clock at night.
Cheng Jiqing2 finished handling the livestream, which included communicating with the production team about the upcoming schedule, and finally posted a public Weibo3—Today’s events have been a disturbance to everyone. Thank you for all the comments. I have received both the blessings and the criticisms.
In the future, I will live my life well and film well.
She sat alone at the living room table, patiently replying to some of the comments.
At the same time, her WeChat also received a flood of messages.
Among them were Li Yunlan4, Zhou Qing5, and also Tong Yanxi6 and Tang Jia7.
They were all messages of blessing.
Tong Yanxi asked her: “Have you finished watching 《Going Ashore》8?”
It was a sudden question that left her a bit baffled.
Cheng Jiqing replied that she hadn’t. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to watch it, but that she hadn’t found the time or opportunity.
I’ll definitely finish it before I go back to Beicheng9, she thought.
Eleven o’clock at night.
Before going upstairs, Director Yu Wei10 told her to have herself, and especially Bai Xin11, be prepared for some things.
Not everyone would be sending blessings.
Cheng Jiqing understood it all. Since she had taken this step, all that was left to do was brave the wind and rain.
Her only worry was that Bai Xin had never been exposed to the tempests of the internet…
She had already given a heads-up to the PR departments of Cheng Corporation and Lan Qi12, putting preventive measures in place to minimize the impact on Bai Xin as much as possible.
In the dead of night, Cheng Jiqing opened the bedroom door.
The room was silent, so quiet it was as if even the sound of the wind outside had grown cautious—afraid of disturbing the person’s sweet dreams.
The bedside lamp cast an antique yellow glow that swept across the room.
There was no one in her bed; the comforter was tossed aside. Her gaze swept over again, and she immediately saw a figure curled up on her—Bai Xin’s—bed.
Cheng Jiqing smiled silently and walked over. Bai Xin was sleeping on her side, her cheek pressed into the pillow, one hand clutching her phone right at the edge of the comforter.
She must have fallen asleep looking at her phone.
She gently tried to take the phone. The moment she touched it, the person on the bed let out a soft murmur and gripped the phone tighter.
But perhaps sensing it was her, she let go the next second.
She was clearly still dazed.
Her eyes fluttered open and then closed again. Only her arm reached out from under the covers, lifting up.
A posture asking for a hug.
Cheng Jiqing obediently leaned into that ‘embrace,’ bending down and brushing her cheek against Bai Xin’s. “Go to sleep.”
“I’m going to take a shower first,” she said.
She tucked Bai Xin’s hand back into the comforter. Although she had come up twice in the interim to check her temperature, and Bai Xin’s had already dropped a lot, she measured it one more time just in case.
Only then did she feel at ease enough to get her pajamas.
A quick rinse. This day had been a marathon for her as well.
Both physically and mentally.
However… the degree of pleasure was far greater.
Cheng Jiqing lifted the other side of the comforter, clicked off the lamp, and lay down.
The moment she lay down, the person beside her turned over. A warm body burrowed into her embrace, limp and soft, leaning against her completely.
“You smell so good…” Bai Xin’s breath sprayed against her neck, the heat tinting her earlobes red.
Cheng Jiqing lowered her head and said, “Why did you switch beds?”
Bai Xin’s voice was hoarse with discomfort. “I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to control yourself.”
In the dimness, Cheng Jiqing let out a low chuckle. “I wouldn’t dare. I’m afraid Miss Bai will pull some other stunt on me during the next livestream.”
Bai Xin patted her on the lower back, then said after a two-second pause, “It has your scent. I can sleep peacefully.”
Time suddenly fell still.
Inside and outside the room, everything went quiet.
Cheng Jiqing held Bai Xin, thinking about why she had felt so joyful, so excited, so happy when she went public.
Besides being able to walk in the light with her lover from now on.
There was actually another reason.
Her heart had found its anchor.
The time she and Bai Xin had been together was not long, yet they had experienced so much.
The ups and downs had brought once-in-a-lifetime experiences, but they also made them both need a greater sense of security.
“Call me by my name~”
“What?”
The voice in her neck made Cheng Jiqing’s heart itch. Her hand slid from Bai Xin’s back to her waist, but she made no further moves, afraid she wouldn’t be able to stop.
When she had entered earlier, she knew Bai Xin had watched the livestream.
With a moment’s thought, she understood what Bai Xin meant.
She curved her lips, feigning ignorance. “What is it?”
Bai Xin pinched her again. “Wife.”
Bai Xin lifted her chin, her lips pressing against the shell of her ear. “Call me wife.”
Cheng Jiqing laughed from being scratched by those nails, shrinking back. She imprisoned the other woman in her arms and whispered warmly, “Wife…”
A long while passed again.
The strange thing was, they were both exhausted, especially with Bai Xin still being sick.
Yet neither was willing to fall asleep.
Bai Xin asked, “Is it raining outside?”
Cheng Jiqing listened carefully. “I think so.”
Bai Xin asked, “Are we going back after we finish filming this segment?”
Cheng Jiqing said, “Yes.”
The current situation was no longer suitable for her to continue on the show as a permanent member. She had discussed it with Yu Wei; later on, if things online calmed down or the situation was good, she would rejoin unconditionally.
Bai Xin asked, “Do you want to do it?”
“…?”
Cheng Jiqing had never seen someone who could switch between two completely unrelated topics so smoothly and naturally.
An breath caught in her throat, forcing a few coughs. She reminded her, “My dear lady, you’re still running a fever.”
She’s a human being, isn’t she?
Although sharing a bed inevitably led to having the heart of an ape and the mind of a horse13, and although she was indeed holding back… well, she wasn’t so beastly as to do something like this.
Anyone who didn’t know better would think she was engaging in ‘domestic abuse,’ not letting her off even at a time like this.
The words had just fallen when a wet sensation touched her earlobe. Bai Xin hinted, “That’s why I need to sweat, you see.”
Cheng Jiqing thought that Bai Xin must have seen right through her, knew she liked the sajiao routine14, liked those soft, trailing end-notes. That was why each word was more coquettish than the last, more bewitching than the last.
She was clenching her teeth.
She heard Bai Xin coaxing, “I’m still in my heat period15, you know. It’ll be uncomfortable.”
She heard Bai Xin reassuring her, “Just for a little bit. If you’re afraid I’ll get tired, I just won’t move.”
She heard Bai Xin tempting her, “Wife, I want to work up a little sweat. Just a little.”
Cheng Jiqing: “…”
Cheng Jiqing didn’t know if there really existed in this world a Liu Xiahui16 who was of clear heart and few desires17, without wanting or craving anything, who could sit with a beauty in his lap and not be aroused18.
In any case, she wasn’t one.
Because in her home, there was a siren.
Her sleep that night was not entirely peaceful. Every time she woke, she had to touch the forehead of the person beside her.
Only when the temperature was normal would she fall back asleep, a cycle that repeated several times.
Fortunately, when she woke in the morning, Bai Xin’s temperature hadn’t risen again. The fever had subsided. There was still some of last night’s pork rib congee left, but Cheng Jiqing made a fresh batch anyway.
The production team had moved quickly. They had already found a new temporary guest to fill in, and everyone had already left for the day.
The villa was perfectly quiet.
Cheng Jiqing sat at the kitchen island, waiting for the congee while checking her phone.
Her lawyer had sent her a message early in the morning. The two men who had robbed Bai Xin the previous night had been caught and were now in a Copenhagen police station.
The results of the interrogation confirmed it was just a coincidence; they had been high on drugs and had run into Bai Xin.
Cheng Jiqing was relieved it had nothing to do with her so-called conspiracy theory, but she also felt a lingering fear. If Bai Xin’s luck had been just a little worse that night…
She didn’t dare to even think about it.
Fortunately, it was all over.
It was finally all over.
Cheng Jiqing checked Weibo again.
As expected.
It had topped the hot searches.
#Let’sGoTogetherLivestream#
#ChengJiqingBaiXinMarried#
#MyWifeBaiXin#
#DeceivedAndHouseCollapsed#19
It was about what she had expected. She clicked on the last hot search.
‘#DeceivedAndHouseCollapsed# So the two of them were secretly married while participating in a reality show? Doesn’t that count as deceiving the audience? Especially Bai Xin, AA20 can’t register for marriage, so Bai Xin is an omega? Am I understanding this right? Then isn’t Bai Xin also been deceiving the audience this whole time?’
Cheng Jiqing’s attention was on the last half of the sentence.
When she opened the comments, her tension eased slightly.
‘What’s wrong with being secretly married? This is a travel show, not a dating show. Besides, have the wives ever projected a single persona to the public? They were very careful to keep their distance from the other guests on the show, can’t you see for yourself?’
‘You can rewatch yesterday’s livestream. When Cheng Jiqing was asked what kind of girl she likes, didn’t she make it perfectly clear? She didn’t want to make it public, who did she deceive? Hilarious!’
‘I suggest you go watch Cheng Jiqing’s interview for 《Cat and Mint》. She explicitly said she had a partner.’
‘Omega whatever isn’t important. She’s not an insider in the entertainment industry, who cares what her designation is?’
‘It’s all just games couples play. Netizens this year are really too nosy. Who do you think you are?’
‘I get the point of this comment. It’s saying why didn’t they clarify their wife-and-wife relationship when they joined the show, and even pretended not to know each other…’
When Cheng Jiqing saw this comment, she tapped the reply box: ‘Because… we were fighting.’
Second floor.
Bai Xin was also looking at Weibo, leaning against the headboard.
Because Cheng Jiqing a special follow, a red dot popped up the instant she replied to the message.
Seeing Cheng Jiqing’s “Because… we were fighting,” a faint smile touched her lips.
Then it vanished just as quickly. She lifted her chin slightly and, under the comment questioning why they hadn’t revealed their married status before joining the show, replied word by word: ‘A little fun between wives, not allowed?’
After replying, she thought for a moment, then tapped on the first item in her favorites, which was last night’s livestream.
She hit ‘repost.’
After doing that, she clicked back into the livestream video, dragging the progress bar to the middle…
Zhou-jie asked again: “Chengcheng21, what kind of girl do you like?”
Cheng Jiqing had replied.
“Whatever my wife is like, is what I like.”
At that time, the bullet comments had no idea this wife was a real person.
They were all still envious of Cheng Jiqing’s future wife.
Bai Xin’s eyes curved, and a wave of secret delight washed over her. A brightness surfaced in her pupils, like stars had been cast into them.
She turned to look out the window.
A hazy, overcast day after the rain.
She used to love buying a bouquet of lilies on days with this kind of weather and placing them by the window. Later, after she had Cheng Jiqing, she didn’t buy them as often on rainy days.
It wasn’t that her habits had changed.
It was that the lily in her heart had become Cheng Jiqing.
With Cheng Jiqing around, even on a rainy day, she no longer needed lilies to adjust her mood.
With Cheng Jiqing around, her sky was always clear and warm.
Cheng Jiqing sat on the chair, staring at the Weibo comments for a while, when she suddenly received a WeChat message from Song Ling22.
Song Ling: 【HOLY SH#T!!! CHENG JIQING!!! YOU’RE MARRIED!!!】
Cheng Jiqing: “…”
So that’s why this person has been quiet for so long, she thought, she only just saw the news.
After a long time of explaining things this way and that, and then investing a large sum of money in Song Ling’s next hotel, she finally managed to placate the woman’s fiery temper.
Logically, she should have told Song Ling earlier, but back then, her marital status still had the shadow of a ‘contract’ hanging over it.
The relationship wasn’t entirely open and honest.
Deep down, she hadn’t wanted to talk about it.
But now was different.
Song Ling’s emotions came and went quickly, and she soon pivoted to the comments online.
【My ‘Sweep Away the Dark23‘ squad has already set out to do some weeding24. We’ll see who dares to curse you.】
Cheng Jiqing: 【Take it easy.】
Song Ling quickly sent a screenshot of a netizen’s comment.
‘That face of Bai Xin’s is so annoying to look at, such a dead face… can’t believe someone actually wants her, speechless.’
Cheng Jiqing lowered her head, elbow resting on the table, and couldn’t hold it back: “…F#ck.”
Song Ling: 【So what’s the call?】
Cheng Jiqing: 【Flame her into oblivion, thanks.】
After sending the message, Cheng Jiqing’s rationality returned after a couple of minutes. She knew how torrential cyberbullying could be. Some people seemed like tigers, but were actually just paper, nothing at all.
All they could do was posture from behind a screen, thinking themselves so great.
In the eyes of people like this, anything in the world they couldn’t accept was wrong.
Everything about you was wrong, your words were wrong, your breathing was wrong, even the way a strand of your hair curled up today was wrong—because she doesn’t like curly hair.
But if you actually tried to argue with them, they would turn into the weak party, the bullied party.
These people, just like petty people25, were the most disgusting kind.
Cheng Jiqing told Song Ling to rein it in, and then found a specialized lawyer to collect screenshots of the comments. She wouldn’t become a cyberbully herself, but she couldn’t let it go, either.
Song Ling: 【Fine, I didn’t do much anyway. She’s sinister, so I’ll just let her know her big sister is more sinister than she is. I’m Sinister’s mom, you think I can’t handle her?】
Cheng Jiqing: “…”
That seniority feels weird somehow.
Cheng Jiqing glanced at the congee in the pot and chatted a bit more with Song Ling.
A while later.
Song Ling: 【Starting today, I’m going to work hard to become a junior mod for your Super Topic!26】
Beneath it was a screenshot of her Super Topic follower count.
It was a screenshot of exactly 10,000 followers.
Cheng Jiqing: 【Oh. WhiteEyes.JPG】
She knew Song Ling’s personality all too well. A whim would last a few days, and then she’d be gone. The last time she’d been this determined was when she had vowed to check in27 at the Super Topic every day.
In the end, she broke her streak on the third day. Cheng Jiqing mocked her relentlessly, and as a result, that person did something ridiculous—she hired someone specifically to do her check-ins for her.
After sending the message, Cheng Jiqing suddenly had the thought to check the Super Topic.
She discovered the pinned post had been changed.
The fan who had created the Super Topic, ‘Cheng Xin Cheng Yi28,’ had just reposted last night’s livestream Weibo.
And she had tagged her.
‘@Cheng Jiqing May you grow old together with white hair and have a harmonious union of a hundred years29.’
Cheng Jiqing stared at this sentence. For some reason, her cheeks, her body, and even her heart were growing slightly warm.
There was also a bit of joy.
She replied.
Thank you.
Cheng Jiqing looked out the glass window.
It had rained last night.
The entire city of Copenhagen looked as if it had been kneaded in water. The moisture hadn’t fully drained away yet, and the air was thick with water vapor.
The weather is absolutely wonderful, she thought.
She carried the hot congee upstairs. Bai Xin was still not well, and her appetite was affected.
After coaxing her to eat half a small bowl, she took another nap.
When she woke up, Cheng Jiqing brought up the news from online.
“The netizens won’t care too much about you being an omega, but once we’re back in Beicheng, it will definitely have some impact on your daily life,” Cheng Jiqing said in a low voice.
The natural attributes of alphas and omegas led to differences in their modes of existence.
No matter how convinced others had been of Bai Xin’s abilities in the past, there would inevitably be some vicious-mouthed people30.
“Why should I care about them?” Bai Xin lay down on Cheng Jiqing’s lap. “Don’t think about these things. I’m not afraid.”
Besides Cheng Jiqing, who was she afraid of now?
Cheng Jiqing said, “That’s true. CEO Bai has seen the world. What’s all this?”
In reality, she didn’t care about the opinions of the outside world either. Their own lives didn’t need others’ approval; they were the ones living them.
Since Bai Xin didn’t care either, then they would just face it together.
So far, the storm online wasn’t too severe and was within her range of control.
Bai Xin laughed, then remembered something and grew slightly more serious. “We still have one more thing to take care of.”
Cheng Jiqing understood her meaning.
Fu Rongjun31 and Bai Zhaoliang32. As long as the hidden trouble between these two wasn’t dealt with, their lives wouldn’t be peaceful.
There was no telling when it would blow up in their faces.
So this time, they had to go on the offensive.
The author has something to say:
Chengcheng: Speak nicely, don’t curse people out.
Song Ling: She insulted your wife.
Chengcheng: Waste her!
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