Transmigrated And Became An Omega [ABO]

The next day, Monday, Shi Yue took the preserved surveillance footage to a law firm.

After a consultation, she commissioned the firm to draft a legal letter, which was then sent directly to Shi Wen's email. She opted not to take legal action right away. For one, the two families were blood relatives; a complete fallout might make things difficult for Jiang Fu with the other elders in the family. Secondly, this was to show Shi Wen her stance—if he dared to pull any more stunts, she wouldn't let it slide easily.

Seeing that he was settling down, Jiang Fu couldn't hold back any longer. After living at Shi Yue's apartment for a week, she suggested returning home.

Shi Yue pouted, "It's not like this isn't your home too."

"You know that's not what I mean," Jiang Fu hurriedly explained. "Mom has her own things to do, and so do you. Staying here means you have to take care of me, which is inconvenient for you."

Shi Yue found her reasoning amusing and teased, "How exactly am I inconvenienced?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Jiang Fu suddenly added, "Isn't Mom staying here affecting your dating life?"

Shi Yue froze.

In that instant, her mind raced through various possibilities, yet she couldn't be sure what Jiang Fu meant. "What dating life?"

Jiang Fu gave her a reproachful look, "If you don't want to tell Mom, I won't press. But, Xiao Yue, promise me you aren't just looking to climb the social ladder. I've seen enough of those relationships where the weaker party ends up groveling, and after the honeymoon phase, it's hard to make things last."

Shi Yue blinked, guessing she might have seen something that night.

It made sense; she and Leng Yanmi had been rather indiscreet by the car, and Jiang Fu had stumbled upon them. There was no way she hadn't noticed anything. Shi Yue had been under the impression that Jiang Fu hadn't picked up on the details because she hadn't asked about it in the past two days. Now, realizing the truth, she laughed, patting Jiang Fu's shoulder reassuringly. "Mom, I know. I won't."

"Alright." Jiang Fu nodded.

After dropping Jiang Fu off that weekend, Shi Yue returned to her apartment that night and chatted with Leng Yanmi on the phone. When Leng Yanmi learned that Jiang Fu had moved back home, she was silent for over a minute before sending her first reply—

[Why didn't you ask me to help when your mother was moving back home?]

Shi Yue raised an eyebrow: [Why trouble you for such a small task?]

Leng Yanmi immediately asked: [What would be considered worth troubling me?]

Shi Yue sighed.

She curled up under her soft covers, deliberately dodging Leng Yanmi's question while fantasizing about a blissful life. She typed out a response.

[I wish for a carefree life, where everything is easy to handle]

Leng Yanmi immediately sent a six-second voice message: "If you want that, you can have it right now."

Shi Yue listened to it, feeling her ears flush.

She felt a twinge of annoyance at Leng Yanmi for breaking the rules. They had been communicating perfectly well through text, yet she had to use that bewitching voice to offer something so tempting, like the forbidden fruit.

And she didn't even mind it—in fact, she nearly drowned in the blatant affection.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart, she replied using text: [Auntie is tempting me, but fortunately, I can resist]

Leng Yanmi: "Hm? What do you mean?"

Her tone grew colder.

Shi Yue: [If I succumb to this, is it because I genuinely want it, or am I compromising for a carefree life?]

On the other end of the line, Leng Yanmi was stunned for several seconds.

After some thought, she asked, "Does it make a difference?"

Shi Yue: [Yes, it does]

Leng Yanmi: "You can tell the difference?"

Shi Yue brought her phone to her lips, carefully crafting a voice message: "What if I'm afraid you can't tell the difference?"

Leng Yanmi replayed this message dozens of times, until she could remember the exact inflections in Shi Yue's voice.

On the other side, Shi Yue browsed her phone for a while. Seeing no reply from the other end after half an hour, she smiled wryly and typed "Good night." Just as she was about to send it, Leng Yanmi's voice message arrived.

The message was short, just two seconds long, so it probably wasn't anything significant.

Shi Yue opened it casually and heard Leng Yanmi's calm voice say four words: "I don't care."

Shi Yue froze, unsure how to react. She played it again.

"I don't care."

Suddenly, she grinned, sitting up in bed.

"I don't care."

"…"

Those simple three words echoed in her bedroom, and her smile slowly turned complicated.

If someone else had said this, she might have thought the person was a playboy who didn't care about the other person's feelings. But Leng Yanmi was different. She was someone who valued family deeply. Everyone knew how protective she was, but they often overlooked how hard it was to become someone under her protection. For example, in the original novel, even after marrying into the Leng family and becoming Leng Mingchuan's wife, the protagonist Shi Yue never really gained Leng Yanmi's favor.

What kind of good karma had she accumulated in her past life to earn these words, "I don't care," from Leng Yanmi?

When she snapped back to reality and looked at her phone, she realized she had accidentally sent "Good night" two minutes ago. Leng Yanmi had seen it and replied with the same two words.

[Good night]

Shi Yue was in a panic.

She couldn't imagine how Leng Yanmi would feel after making the effort to send such a meaningful message, only to receive a casual "Good night" in return.

Worried that a text exchange might not clear things up, she called Leng Yanmi directly, but all she got was the automated response saying the phone was off.

"Sigh—" Shi Yue flopped onto her bed with a long sigh.

Drowsiness crept in, and her eyelids grew heavy. Finally, she surrendered to the exhaustion, closing her eyes and drifting into a sweet sleep.