Sang Yu muttered a sentence to herself and didn’t think much of it. She picked up the phone and asked a question; the nanny on the other end sounded hesitant, as if she were very worried.
“Miss Sang Yu… I’ve brewed some porridge here and put it in the incubator. Are you… are you coming back tonight?”
“I’m coming back, why wouldn’t
The words escaped Sang Yu’s lips instinctively. In the next second, she saw Lu Lingxi’s gaze suddenly become sharp, her wary expression screaming: “Who is calling you?” “Are you planning to go home and become a housewife again?”
Sang Yu was speechless, but she knew Lu Lingxi’s worries weren’t unfounded. She sighed and changed her tune: “I’m sorry, Auntie.”
“Go ahead and finish the porridge; don’t save any for me. I’ve made plans to pour my heart out to a long-lost friend. I probably won’t be back today. Thank you for your hard work.”
Hearing her say this, Lu Lingxi was beyond satisfied and gave her a big thumbs up.
With Lu Lingxi acting like she was coaxing a child, Sang Yu began to suspect that her friend had been so deeply traumatized by her sudden retirement that she now saw a “runaway attempt” in everything Sang Yu did.
I’m not that untrustworthy, am I? Back when she got married, although she hadn’t told Lu Lingxi, she hadn’t accepted any job offers either, which was why she dared to just walk away.
Sang Yu complained inwardly. Meanwhile, the nanny on the other end sounded even more troubled. After some hesitation, she suddenly asked, “Then… Miss Sang Yu, do you still remember how to make the medicinal cuisine for President Song?”
Sang Yu didn’t suspect a thing. She nodded and said, “That works. You can change the flavor and give it to Song Yunsheng so it doesn’t go to waste.”
With that, she fluently recited the recipe for the medicinal dish.
At the same time, she instinctively nagged, “I remember there’s some pork tripe in the fridge, but you can’t use that. It’s been sitting there for several days and should be thrown out.”
As for why it hadn’t been thrown out, on one hand, she had forgotten, and on the other, even if she had remembered, she wouldn’t have wanted to deal with it.
After finishing her long explanation, Sang Yu saw Lu Lingxi’s familiar look of “resenting iron for not becoming steel.” She fell silent for a moment and mouthed the words: “I can’t be blamed for this. She asked, so I answered. What did I do wrong?”
It was unclear if Lu Lingxi understood the lip-reading, but Sang Yu’s righteous indignation was crystal clear.
Lu Lingxi unceremoniously rolled her eyes and said, “You really love to worry, don’t you? Have you ever treated yourself this well?”
Lu Lingxi’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was a critical hit.
Coincidentally, the other side had fallen silent for some reason. In this gap, Sang Yu reflected deeply and realized she indeed meddled too much. Just as she was about to hang up, the nanny spoke again: “Then how much peach kernel should I put in? I’m a bit unsure about the proportion.”
The nanny was a good person, but unfortunately, the object of her concern wasn’t worth it. Sang Yu curled her lip and said crossly, “Just wing it, I don’t know either. Besides, Auntie, you should know—she and I are getting a divorce.”
“Don’t come asking me about everything in the future. I’m not her mother. Whether her stomach is good or not is none of my damn business; my own stomach isn’t even doing well.”
After saying that, Sang Yu prepared to hang up.
Precisely at that moment, Song Yunsheng’s voice suddenly came through, coldly spitting out her name: “Sang Yu.”
Sang Yu paused. Whether she was instinctively expecting something or was just startled, she didn’t speak, but she didn’t hang up either.
Sang Yu’s silence clearly caused Song Yunsheng to misunderstand something. She also paused, and her tone seemed to soften just a tiny bit. When she spoke again, it was unexpectedly less cold: “Come home for a bit. Let’s talk about the divorce.”
The change in tone was obvious. Sang Yu couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow, guessing in her heart that perhaps the argument they had in the afternoon had worked.
Otherwise, why would she be so peaceful? Was Song Yunsheng finally prepared to yield?
A trace of relief swept through Sang Yu’s heart, and her attitude improved significantly. She nodded and readily agreed.
After hanging up and standing up, Lu Lingxi was still hugging a pillow and eyeing her with suspicion. Sang Yu felt quite aggrieved and took the initiative to explain: “Let’s get this straight first, I haven’t betrayed the revolution—I’m ‘in the camp of Cao but my heart is with Han.’ You have to believe me; I will definitely get this divorce.”
“How so? Didn’t you guys just have a fight this afternoon?”
Lu Lingxi had just taken the opportunity to gulp down a few more mouthfuls. She barely understood the words and asked groggily. Sang Yu shrugged.
“True, but who knows what’s going on in Song Yunsheng’s head? However, I just heard her tone soften a lot. This matter should be promising.”
As soon as she said this, Lu Lingxi became even more worried. “You wouldn’t return to the family just because President Song said a few nice words, would you? If you do that kind of thing now, then in the future you’ll really…”
“Impossible! Just rest easy.”
Sang Yu booked a ride on her phone while feeling utterly helpless; after all, in this state, Lu Lingxi clearly couldn’t send her back.
Meanwhile, Lu Lingxi was still immersed in her own thoughts, saying gloomily, “It’s hard to believe a ‘love-brain’ can make the right choice, but seeing as you were willing to come out and drink with me, I’ll believe you one last time—”
“No problem.”
Sang Yu agreed readily and headed home excitedly, not forgetting to pull out that divorce agreement to study it on the way.
Some are happy, some are worried.
The nanny auntie was so worried her hair was about to fall out. Who could have thought that everything was fine a moment ago, only for the usually obedient and well-behaved Miss Sang Yu to suddenly change her tune and insist they were getting a divorce?
Normally, if these words were just said to the auntie, it wouldn’t matter. But Song Yunsheng was standing right there.
The nanny didn’t even know when Song Yunsheng had arrived. The old woman had rarely wanted to play a little scheme to get Miss Sang Yu to come back and coax President Song.
But before she could finish, Song Yunsheng appeared like a ghost—probably because the auntie was a bit hard of hearing and had the phone on speaker, so…
Watching Song Yunsheng snatch the phone away and say a bunch of things with a dark face, the nanny felt increasingly at a loss, her heart filled with constant worry.
Fortunately, Song Yunsheng didn’t intend to make things difficult for the auntie.
She was just a bit irritated by Sang Yu’s nonchalant tone. Now that Sang Yu had agreed to come over and have a proper chat, Song Yunsheng had nothing left to take out her anger on. She glanced at the nanny and said calmly, “You can get off work. We will eat the porridge in the kitchen.”
The nanny’s eyes lit up. She said “Aye” several times, untied her apron, and added cautiously, “President Song… Miss Sang Yu must have been speaking out of anger just now.”
“She used to care about you the most. How could she just stop caring? It’s normal for a young couple to argue; just coax her properly. You can’t go talking about divorce at every turn…”
Song Yunsheng understood all these words, but hearing them only made her more irritable, because she had absolutely no idea how to coax Sang Yu.
When she got home, Sang Yu didn’t hesitate. She pushed open the door, changed her shoes, and entered the house, spotting Song Yunsheng in the distance at a glance.
She was standing by the stairs, her bathrobe hanging loosely on her body. She seemed to have just finished bathing; stray hairs traced her collarbone, making her neck appear exceptionally long and fair. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Unfortunately, Sang Yu was a vulgar person. With just this one look, she felt a bit dizzy. Her peripheral vision was locked onto that glimpse of skin; she wanted to peek but felt embarrassed.
Song Yunsheng seemed to see through something. She looked down at Sang Yu from her height, appearing expressionless, but the depths of her eyes held either realization or something else.
Sang Yu was a bit unsure of her meaning. Her movements paused, and then she smiled, looking away and pretending to be composed. “Waiting for me? That’s rare.”
This time Song Yunsheng didn’t reply but turned to walk upstairs.
She was wearing soft-soled shoes, making little noise but moving quickly. Sang Yu stopped, wondering what Song Yunsheng meant, but before she could speak, Song Yunsheng noticed she hadn’t followed.
As if urging her, Song Yunshang turned her head to look at her and said coldly, “Aren’t we going to talk? Why are you standing there dazed?”
These words made it sound as if she were afraid. Sang Yu became dissatisfied and walked up quickly. She didn’t notice that Song Yunsheng was entering the bedroom. Upon entering the room, she pulled the divorce agreement out of her bag, wanting to make her intentions more resolute.
But Song Yunsheng didn’t think that way.
The usually decisive and swift Omega hesitated for once. She pressed her thin lips together and frowned as she watched Sang Yu’s actions.
Finally unable to bear it, Song Yunsheng stepped closer, snatched the extremely eyesore of a document from Sang Yu’s hand, and spoke coldly: “Stop making a scene.”
Actually, by logic, Sang Yu was an Alpha and her strength should have been greater, but Sang Yu was clearly a bit distracted. Her first reaction to the agreement being taken was to look away again and take a step back, instinctively saying, “You’re standing too close.”
Song Yunsheng stared at her, suddenly letting out a sneer. She narrowed her eyes slightly, her pupils reflecting Sang Yu’s shadow. Yet her words were sufficiently cold and hard; Sang Yu clearly heard her ask: “What are you pretending for? Isn’t this what you wanted?”
Sang Yu froze. Her originally somewhat restless heart settled down due to its owner’s bewilderment. She tilted her head, appearing somewhat confused.
The moment their eyes met, Song Yunsheng seemed to become more certain of something. The corners of her lips curled into a sarcastic smile as she walked straight toward her.
Right until Song Yunsheng began to take off her clothes of her own accord, Sang Yu didn’t realize what was happening. She watched Song Yunsheng’s movements almost sluggishly. A scene she hadn’t dared to hope for became a reality. Her pheromones surged uncontrollably, and combined with the residual alcohol, Sang Yu’s head began to spin.
She grabbed Song Yunsheng’s sliding bathrobe, her movements stiff to the extreme. The places she accidentally touched were so hot they made her face flush red—thankfully, her rut period had already passed.
A final sliver of reason held Sang Yu back, preventing her from losing her composure.
But Sang Yu swallowed hard, still finding it difficult to maintain control. However, there was no sign of pheromones being released from Song Yunsheng’s body.
In other words.. Song Yunsheng hadn’t entered her heat period, yet she was making a move to seduce her.
This was hard to imagine. Sang Yu found it difficult to understand. The plain facts extinguished her romantic thoughts, leaving only confusion in her heart. She looked up and stared at Song Yunsheng, questioning, “What exactly do you want to do?”
“I should be asking you that. But I forgot you’re an Alpha; I really shouldn’t expect too much from your rationality.”
Song Yunsheng’s voice remained cold, but Sang Yu heard a hint of disdain in it. She knew that even after the modern world opened up, there were still many people who felt Alphas were just beasts who lost their minds due to their instincts.
But… did Song Yunsheng actually think that way too!?
Sang Yu felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, her whole body turning cold. The years of restraint from not wanting to hurt Song Yunsheng seemed like a joke, slapping her across the face.