Don’t Want a Divorce (2)
“Please restrain yourself.”
The sound of the green grass alone was not enough. As the scenery within her line of sight appeared, her other senses began to activate. Xu Jiao quickly felt as if her entire body was wrapped in some silky material, her skin feeling a bit cool.
Glancing down to inspect her surroundings, she realized she was lying on a bed, covered by a blanket—
The crucial point.
Under the blanket, she seemed to be completely naked.
While Xu Jiao was calmly contemplating whether this Omega had a habit of sleeping without clothes, the system asked, “Would you like to receive the original owner’s memories now?”
She glanced around the bedroom’s arrangement, a sense of unease arising within her.
“Wait a moment,” Xu Jiao responded.
Looking at the black-and-white curtains, the exquisitely beautiful chandelier patterns, the layered ceiling design, the semi-transparent partitioned walk-in closet, the camel-colored long-pile carpet on the floor, and this bed with two pillows, obviously a double bed—
Xu Jiao considered the identity the system had arranged for her and the current situation. She paused, her gaze shifting towards the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window, squinting at the faint glimmer of light in the distant darkness. After a moment, she recognized it as the light from a ship on the sea.
The Feng family’s ancestors made their fortune from the sea, so naturally, their mansion was built by the seaside. Later, this beach was developed into a scenic area, and just a short distance ahead lies the Moonlit Silver Beach, stretching along the azure coastline.
The Feng family’s villa is located at the top of a small hill by the sea, offering a uniquely beautiful view. The entire hill has been specially designed, with sentry posts set up from the foot of the hill and a dedicated security team employed. Ordinary people can only vaguely see the roof of this small villa and the distinctive landscaping plants from outside.
Nearby, there is a villa area developed in conjunction with other wealthy individuals. Further from the beach, there is a large residential-commercial complex, selling sea-view bungalows. Hundreds of high-rise buildings intersect, creating a spectacular sight whether viewed from afar or up close.
Xu Jiao remembers this area so clearly because, at the time of writing this novel, she was planning to buy a house and had visited many sales offices in nearby cities with a real estate agent, leaving a deep impression.
Now, looking at the structure of the master bedroom and the floor-to-ceiling window offering a direct view of the sea, she immediately guessed the owner of this house—
Feng Qingyu.
She was now in Feng Qingyu’s room.
Moreover, she was in Feng Qingyu’s room without a single piece of clothing on.
Xu Jiao pondered the subtle implications of this and leisurely asked the system, “System, I’ve discovered a fact. Would you like to hear it?”
The system was silent for a second before responding, “Please go ahead.”
Xu Jiao touched the smooth, skin-friendly silk quilt, her fingertips gently stroking back and forth on it, and said unhurriedly, “Out of so many identities to choose from, why did you specifically choose Feng Qingyu’s wife?”
“From the last two worlds, it can be seen that the protagonist is very likely to fall in love with me, and you—seem to enjoy this situation quite a bit, even subtly encouraging me to develop in this direction. Why?”
“Do you think that the protagonist falling in love with me can more easily lead to a happy ending? Is there any data to support this? Or… do you really want me to develop feelings for the protagonist? What are you aiming for?”
If it were an ordinary person being hit with such sharp questions, they would inevitably reveal some sort of anomaly. Unfortunately, the system does not possess human emotions; no matter what it hears, its tone and pauses do not change in the slightest when it responds.
At this moment, it replied without any emotion, “First of all, when we select an identity, we prioritize the one that the protagonist is most likely to develop feelings for. In 《The Immortal Doesn’t Need Emotions》, because Xia Jingzhe’s most significant upgrade paths are in the Kunlun Sect, we made you a disciple of the Kunlun Sect, becoming a key figure in changing her life. This way, you can easily gain her affection and naturally influence her decisions as much as possible.”
“Similarly, in 《Absolute Control》, the same applies. The experiences during the school period are a lifelong shadow for Shen Yelan. By making you the tyrant of No. 18 High School, you can fundamentally prevent most of the tragedies that happen to Shen Yelan.”
“Now it is the same. In the book 《Starlight》, what identity is more likely to gain Feng Qingyu’s favor than that of a lover?”
“As for hoping you develop feelings for the protagonist—your willpower is very strong, and you’ve been passively resisting since the first world. Your emotions are entirely under your control, and no matter what I say, it seems to have no effect on you.”
The underlying implication of the system’s words can be summed up in four words:
You overthink too much.
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It is merely following the program to make identity choices.
Xu Jiao gently curved her lips and responded unhurriedly, “Is that so?”
She said, “It seems I was being paranoid.”
Before the system could reply, Xu Jiao suddenly heard a sound from outside the door. It seemed like a woman was speaking to someone, but the solid wooden door muffled the content and made the voice indistinct.
However, soon everything became clear—
Accompanied by a soft “click.”
The bedroom door handle was turned, and the visitor entered with the warm light from the hallway, casting a soft glow onto the dark wooden floor at the entrance. The long shadow, accompanied by a faint fragrance, extended into the bedroom.
The room was dimly lit, as if intentionally shrouded in a haze, with only a small bedside lamp turned on. The light formed dandelion-like spheres on the wall, allowing Feng Qingyu to immediately recognize the person on the bed.
A light-colored quilt had slipped from the person’s shoulders, revealing a lustrous, jade-like back. The spine, curved like a bowstring, was exceptionally beautiful. The light traveled from the rounded shoulders down to the suggestive hollow of the lower back.
Although the quilt was properly covering the area below the collarbone and the long black hair obscured the butterfly-shaped valley, that silhouette alone filled Feng Qingyu’s mind with all sorts of thoughts.
She almost immediately realized—
Her wife was lying on her bed without a single piece of extra clothing.
The sweet little freesia-scented Omega pheromones had even spread throughout the entire room, silently announcing to everyone who the other mistress of this room was.
At this thought, Feng Qingyu’s face involuntarily darkened.
While she was observing Xu Jiao, Xu Jiao was also looking at the protagonist of this world. It was still the same face, but her temperament was completely different from the previous two worlds.
After all, she was a top-tier actress, and Feng Qingyu was covered in fashion elements from head to toe.
Her seaweed-like long hair had naturally wavy ends. Letter-engraved earrings clung to the sides of her face. She wore a slim-fitting dress in simple color blocks of blue, white, and black, paired with a thin belt that made her stand out.
She had deep black, slender eyebrows and eyes like the deep sea, appearing profound at first glance yet subtly flowing with gentleness, reminding Xu Jiao of a poem:
Water flows in the eye’s waves, mountains gather in the brow’s peaks.
If you ask where the traveler goes, it’s where the brows and eyes are full of charm.
Feng Qingyu’s facial features were very defined, needing almost no shading or contouring. Perhaps due to her Alpha pheromones, she exuded a sharp and heroic aura, making one instinctively think:
So Alpha! So dominant! I’m in!
Many readers back then were captivated by Xu Jiao’s depiction of Feng Qingyu. Female readers frequently left comments on every chapter, requesting the story to be changed to a strong female lead or a gender-neutral plot. After all, who wouldn’t like a beautiful and capable lady?
Xu Jiao’s expression relaxed. Although she wasn’t as exceptionally excited as her book fans, she was quite satisfied with Feng Qingyu—
Be it her appearance, the personality she was crafted with, or even the scent of her pheromones.
However…
The expression on the other person’s face seemed anything but pleasant.
Xu Jiao, who had not yet received the original owner’s memories, did not fully understand the relationship between the original owner and Feng Qingyu. After all, the text mentioned their interactions in less than a thousand words, merely stating that there were no feelings between Feng Qingyu and the original owner.
As for the finer details, she was unaware.
Seeing Feng Qingyu’s expression, Xu Jiao wanted to carefully discern the emotions within it. Yet, she saw the other person quickly striding toward her direction, the door only half-closing behind her, allowing the light from the corridor to narrow into thin golden lines.
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“What do you want now?” Feng Qingyu stood by the bed, her voice emerging neither cold nor warm. Although it did not carry overtly negative emotions, it clearly conveyed a sense of unwelcome.
Her brows furrowed briefly before relaxing, as if the person before her was causing her trouble.
A faint bitter orange blossom scent of pheromones spread out, with a slightly astringent bitterness chasing after it. After fermenting for a while, it turned into a subtle sweetness, making people instinctively want to flare their nostrils to capture more of the sweetness.
Xu Jiao’s eyes revealed a bit of understanding.
It seemed that the original owner was not very welcome by Feng Qingyu. It was even very likely that without permission, she had privately dressed—or rather undressed—in such an almost ambiguous and seductive manner to enter the other person’s room, even getting onto her bed.
This kind of behavior could no longer be called a hint; it was a blatant invitation—
An invitation for Feng Qingyu to do what spring does to the cherry trees.
Xu Jiao slowly blinked, wavering between outright admitting her intentions and steadfastly denying them.
As she hesitated, Feng Qingyu noticed her silence. The patience that barely remained was on the verge of running out, so she asked again: “What do you want? If you’re asking about that previous script, I can tell you that the crew hasn’t responded yet. When they do, I’ll let you know. There’s no need for this.”
Xu Jiao: “…”
Her expression was momentarily blank because she didn’t know which script Feng Qingyu was talking about.
Feng Qingyu observed her expression, trying hard not to let anything inappropriate enter her line of sight. Seeing that Xu Jiao had no reaction to her previous words, she couldn’t help but continue:
“It seems you didn’t come here for resources or a script.”
“Then what is it?”
“As you said last time, is it simply to fulfill marital obligations? I think I need to emphasize again: I have no affection for you, nor do I want to have relations with you just because of the law. Am I clear enough, Miss Xu?”
“If you understand, I hope you can put on your clothes and go back to your own room to sleep.”
Xu Jiao: “…” Through several worlds, all her pride and dignity were lost at this moment.
At this moment, she wanted to hack the system.
Xu Jiao took a breath without showing any trace of it and nodded decisively. Without making too many excuses for her actions, she was about to pull off the blanket and walk out, but didn’t see any scattered clothing around.
Her fingers tightened on the blanket, and she found that her voice was inexplicably hoarse when she spoke:
“Can I borrow a piece of clothing?”
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyu’s eyes immediately showed a hint of suspicion. She couldn’t help but glance in the direction of the blanket, as if she wanted to know if she had secretly hidden her clothes just to trick her into giving her a coat.
After all…
She had pulled this trick before.
Once, this person told her she was cold and asked for a jacket from her endorsement. Later, she openly wore that jacket for an interview, reinforcing the fans’ impression that “the two of them have a great, loving relationship.”
Feng Qingyu really didn’t like this kind of entanglement.
In the past, if other actresses tried to pull this stunt—whether to create a persona of being close to her, claim to be the “second Feng Qingyu,” or use her to climb the ranks through sponsored articles—she and her team would be extremely resentful.
Now encountering Xu Jiao…
Feng Qingyu could only sigh.
After all, wanting a divorce would still require waiting another six months.
Xu Jiao watched her standing still for a long time. Although she didn’t know what Feng Qingyu was suspecting, she knew it definitely wasn’t anything good. So, she lifted the blanket with her hand, drew her feet out from under it, and buried her alabaster toes into the soft taupe carpet.
She leisurely stood in front of Feng Qingyu and smiled, “You wouldn’t want me to walk out of your room dressed like this, would you?”
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Feng Qingyu: “…!”
Suddenly, this jade-like body intruded into her sight. The scenes that existed only in her boundless imagination now had a tangible form. Against the light, half of the person’s skin was in shadow, while the other half had a pearly sheen.
White, pink, and crimson…
Those colors rudely crashed into Feng Qingyu’s eyes, domineeringly announcing their presence.
And that faint, silent, sweet scent of freesia that enveloped her surpassed all earthly temptations.
Feng Qingyu moved her throat, suddenly took a step back, and turned toward the dressing room. She forcefully pulled open the semi-transparent door, making the hangers clang.
In no time, she found a thick white bathrobe, took a few quick steps out, and threw the bathrobe toward Xu Jiao, covering up the spring colors she did not wish to see.
Feng Qingyu’s expression turned cold, the impatience between her brows became evident, and she even refrained from looking in this direction.
Xu Jiao heard her say, word by word:
“Miss Xu.”
“Please restrain yourself.”
