Leaving the bathroom, she picked up her phone with mixed feelings and opened the WeChat message. On the chat screen, a familiar face stared back at her.
In the photo, Che Xiayun was squinting her eyes, looking quite content, surrounded by a flock of charming omegas. The closest one, a busty mixed-race omega, even had her hand resting on Che Xiayun’s collarbone!
Ma Qingyu’s temples throbbed as she clenched her phone, her eyes fixed on the hand touching Che Xiayun’s collarbone. She followed the hand to the omega’s face decent features, somewhat defined, with smoky makeup and a fiery figure.
How dare she touch Che Xiayun’s collarbone?!
Ma Qingyu felt both envy and anger. But after calming down, she carefully analyzed the differences between herself and that omega. Aside from the large chest and a height of 1.7 meters, she surpassed the omega in every other aspect by a landslide.
Could it be that Xiayun prefers a hotter figure?
Ma Qingyu considered this possibility, untied her bath towel, and looked down at her own chest well-proportioned, standard, perfectly matching her figure. What’s the use of just being big? Hers was still better.
After some internal deliberation, she decided to start a breast enhancement plan and work out more to tone her hips as well.
Even so, seeing something she longed for snatched away by someone else still infuriated her. Ma Qingyu put on her robe and paced back and forth in her spacious bedroom, restless and unable to sit still.
After taking a few deep breaths, she replied to her best friend, [Still there?]
Wei Ziyue replied instantly, [Who are you talking about? I just stepped out, but that alpha should still be there. It’s at MissFree Bar.]
[Oh my goodness, don’t tell me you’ve really taken a liking to her? The iron tree is blooming!]
Ma Qingyu pursed her lips, her fingers tapping rapidly on the screen, [Yes, she’s mine.]
At the bar entrance, Wei Ziyue widened her eyes at the screen, took off her sunglasses, rubbed her eyes, and after confirming she wasn’t hallucinating, hopped excitedly on the spot and let out a squeal like a groundhog. She quickly typed back, [Ahhhhhhhhh!]
[Sis Yu, you’re so domineering! So cool! You’ve already claimed her unilaterally! That alpha who looks so innocent will definitely love your style! I guarantee it!]
[And I really think you two would be a perfect match if you got together!]
Ma Qingyu didn’t check her phone again. Instead, she changed her clothes, grabbed her car keys, and prepared to head out.
Driver Zhang saw her and greeted her politely, “Madam, do you have something to attend to so late at night?”
Ma Qingyu curved her lips into a slight smile, “I’m going to pick up Xiayun from the bar.”
Driver Zhang was momentarily stunned, then smiled and handed her a bottle of hangover medicine, “Then please go pick up the young mistress.”
Ma Qingyu took the medicine and nodded, “Mm, thank you, Uncle Zhang.”
Driver Zhang smiled kindly, “No trouble at all.”
The night was slightly cool, and with few cars on the road, Ma Qingyu, anxious, drove just under the speed limit all the way to the bar entrance.
As she walked through the corridor and entered the main hall of the bar, many people turned their eyes to her. Ma Qingyu kept a cold expression, her red lips pressed tightly together, as she pushed through the crowd, searching.
The music was still booming, and the lights were as dazzling as ever.
Her gaze was drawn to a sofa area packed with people, crowded around two young and attractive alphas, clamoring for a group photo. An oblivious omega randomly grabbed Ma Qingyu and handed her a phone, “Hey, beautiful, could you take a photo for us?”
Che Xiayun lifted her head from the omega’s “attentiveness” and immediately spotted Ma Qingyu, whose aura and appearance were exceptionally striking. Her expression froze, completely stunned, her heart skipping a beat for a second. She even forgot to greet her own wife.
Her mind went blank, leaving only one lingering thought: It’s over. My gland is done for.
Jiang Shuai also noticed Ma Qingyu. Even with her carefree nature, she couldn’t muster a smile anymore and lowered her head to fiddle with her fingers.
The two youngsters now looked as if they had been caught sneaking out by an adult panicked, fearful, and too timid to speak.
The surrounding omegas had already struck poses, crowding around Che Xiayun and Jiang Shuai in the center. Ma Qingyu held up her phone, leaning back slightly to fit everyone into the frame, and pressed the shutter.
The stiff, almost tearful expressions of Che Xiayun and Jiang Shuai were perfectly captured. Ma Qingyu handed the phone back to one of the omegas, cast a deep, complicated glance at Che Xiayun, memorized the position of the lipstick mark on her cheek, then turned and walked away without looking back.
Everyone swarmed to look at the photo. Che Xiayun snapped back to reality and quickly seized the chance to stand up. “I’m leaving first.”
The mixed-race sister, hearing Che Xiayun say she was leaving, hurriedly grabbed her. “Let’s exchange WeChat.”
Others also crowded around, asking for her contact.
Che Xiayun waved her hands repeatedly but still had to down a few glasses of alcohol before breaking free from the group of omegas. She tugged Jiang Shuai along as they headed out. “Let’s get out of here fast. We’ve messed up big time!”
Ma Qingyu left the bar and found a nearby shop where she bought a pack of slim women’s cigarettes. Clumsily, she held one between her fingers, lit it, and took a small puff. A bluish-gray haze enveloped her face, her delicate features flickering in and out of view through the smoke.
Initially, she had only been angry, but after seeing the two youngsters lingering in the nightclub, her emotions grew complicated.
It was hard to imagine how the once academically excellent, polite, sunny, and well-praised child had turned into this.
Che Xiayun’s parents had passed away unexpectedly not long ago, but at least she had enjoyed a happy childhood. Jiang Shuai, on the other hand, had rarely seen her parents since she was young. She only knew they had died during a critical secret mission, earning great merit. The state had bestowed all honors upon her, and the compensation she received would last a lifetime.
A cold breeze brushed against Ma Qingyu’s face, sobering her up and pulling her out of her memories. The scent of burning tobacco lingered at the tip of her nose.
Outside the bar, Che Xiayun, having drunk quite a bit, had a flushed face as she repeatedly wiped away the lipstick marks. She tilted her head toward Jiang Shuai. “Any more?”
Jiang Shuai glanced at her. “The more you wipe, the more it smears. You’ve got lipstick all over your face.”
Che Xiayun felt like crying. She swore to herself she would never come to a bar again, the sisters here were way too intimidating.
Jiang Shuai pointed toward Ma Qingyu in the distance. “She seems to be smoking.”
Che Xiayun followed her gaze. Under the night sky, the omega stood beneath the shadows of the trees, her hair fluttering in the wind. A half-burned cigarette rested between her fingers, its ember glowing strikingly bright in the darkness, etching itself deeply into Che Xiayun’s eyes.
Jiang Shuai pulled out her phone to book a ride and jogged off in the opposite direction. “I won’t disturb you two. Bye.”
Che Xiayun glared at her retreating figure in frustration, raising her voice, “General, you coward! Scoundrel! Heartless jerk!”
The general cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone, “I’d love to help, but I can’t. Good luck.”
Ma Qingyu, hearing their conversation from afar, extinguished her cigarette and tossed it into the trash can. Carrying a faint, intoxicating scent of smoke, she walked over to Che Xiayun and said, “Let’s go, time to head home.”
Che Xiayun gazed at her slender back, feeling a pang of guilt. She reached out, wanting to grasp the corner of her fluttering clothes, but only caught the lingering traces of tobacco dissipating in the air.
Dejectedly, she let her hand fall and obediently followed behind Ma Qingyu.
As Ma Qingyu reached the car, she suddenly turned to look at her. The air seemed to freeze for a moment. Che Xiayun didn’t dare move or speak, and the two simply stared at each other.
Ten thousand points of beauty overload!!!
Che Xiayun’s heart raced wildly, her face flushing with heat.
Ma Qingyu shifted her gaze, slightly lowering her eyes, and calmly pointed toward Che Xiayun’s collarbone. “Here,” she said, her tone even, “it’s dirty.”