When Two Alphas Meet, One’s an Omega

Eventually, they have managed to calm Mrs.
Tang and make her give up the idea of buying some Alpha from Southeast Asia.

Jian Songyi raised the blocker bottles at hand and reassured his mother with his raised brow.
“Mom, once I’ve sprayed this, I won’t be able to smell the pheromone at all.
“

“Yes.
This is the new Scandinavian product, which is not available in the domestic market at all.
Your father took a lot of effort to get it.
I was going to keep it for myself, but you can have this.”

“And you can’t smell if it’s A or O?”

 “You definitely can’t smell it.”

 “Then can you not register my second gender yet?”

    “……”

Knowing him better as his mother, Mrs.
Tang soon understood Jian Songyi’s idea. 

Perhaps it is already in nature that in order to ensure the continuation of excellent genes, Omega people are given the gift of fertility, they are made beautiful, intelligent, and naturally attractive. 

But the special physiological conditions doomed them to be weak, and need to be protected and succumbed to Alpha.

Even with the development of science and policy today, advocating ABO equality, the rare and precious Omega, if separated from a lot of external protection, is difficult to protect itself.

If you conceal your identity, it means that you will not receive any benefits or care at school.

It is dangerous and difficult.

Mrs.
Tang pursed her lips into a think line and looked at Jian Songyi’s serious and determined eyes.
“Little Songyi, are you sure?” 

Jian Songyi bowed his head and played with the bottle of inhibitors.
He used the most casual tone that he could muster.
“I do not feel ashamed to be an Omega.
But after so many years, everyone thinks of me as an Alpha.
I also regarded myself as an Alpha, which then suddenly becomes an Omega.
How awkward and troublesome it will be.”

“But”

“No buts.
Mom, I don’t think I’m really weaker than I used to be when I became Omega.
I don’t need that kind of protection, and I don’t like people talking about me.
“

Jian Songyi paused for a little while before continuing his statement.
“Mom, I need some time.”

Mrs.
Tang knows how stubborn her son could get.
He is accustomed to being strong and used to protect other people.
He could easily teach people a lesson if he deemed that it is the righteous way.
Such a person would not be able to willingly accept protection with any peace of mind. 

Thus, he may need some time to be stronger.
Stronger in a sense wherein he will finally take pride in being an Omega.
But for now, as his mother, she needs to be willing to help him protect his pride. 

She stretched out her hand and rubbed Jian Songyi’s fluffy bed hair before smiling slightly.
“Alright.
Whatever my son says.”

With Mrs.
Tang’s consent, Jian Songyi raised his head to look over at Bai Huai by the window.
He then asked with a cold tone”Collusion or murder, choose one?”

Bai Huai ignored him and looked at Mrs.
Tang with a smile “Auntie, don’t worry.
I will help Little Songyi at school.”

Mrs.
Tang was moved and gratified.
“That’s really too much trouble for you.”

“It won’t be any trouble.
Little Songyi has called me his big brother since childhood.
I should take care of him.” 

Bai Huai is really good-looking.
He is born with such a delicate and precious face.
His smile is gentle like snow that just melted in early spring.
Likewise, it melted Mrs.
Tang’s heart.

“You’re so good little Huai.
You’ve been sensible ever since you’re a child.
I didn’t love you in vain.
Remember all those nights when you would come to eat dinner at our house after I cooked them personally? Ah, good times.”

“Well, I may sound a little greedy, but it’s been a while since I haven’t eaten your cooking, auntie.”

“You can have some today.
Come on, tell your aunt what you want to it.
I’ll write it down and prepare it this afternoon.”

Jian Songyi watched the two people who were happily talking to each other.
He was slightly confused as to when they’d gotten so close to each other.

Is Bai Huai always so gentle and warm-hearted?

Jian Songyi had always humored his mother for so many years.
For Mrs.
Tang, cooking is like buying a bag.
It’s psychologically exciting for her.
So even if she’s not good at it, she still does it still.

Nevertheless, it’s also Jian Songyi and his father’s fault for pretending to like her dishes.
They could clean up their plates, making sure not to show any kind of twitching or disgust.

Now that there is a more expressionless dog named Bai Huai to try his mother’s cooking, Jian Songyi could potentially see that this will eventually boost her mother’s confidence in her craft yet again.

After a long afternoon, Mrs.
Tang cooked a lot of food that it managed to cover such a long table.
The dishes all look good and pleasing, but the real question here is whether their stomach can manage to get through this for them to make it out alive without anyone getting deported to the hospital. 

Mrs.
Tang sets the table with flowers and candles.
She even went into her room to fix her makeup.
Afterward, she took her camera to take hundreds of pictures.
Only to select nine photographs and upload them.

[In order to celebrate the renewal of my son and his best friend’s relationship, I cooked today! I hope the two children have a good time.]

Jian Songyi looked down at his phone screen calmly while sipping his tea.
“Mom, that’s not how it works.” 

“Ah? Is that so?” Mrs.
Tang blinked confusedly.
“I’ll post it again then.
Is it better to say that you two have just gotten back together?”

“…..” Jian Songyi channeled all of his energy to stay calm.
“Mom, forget it.
That’s not how it works.
Just use your last caption.”

In order to avoid his mother’s strange posts again, he clicked on the button from the upper left corner and leave his mother’s moments.
And as soon as he did so, he saw that the certain someone’s avatar has a red dot, signaling that there was an unread message from that user.

[It turns out that you are not good at Chinese for a reason.
I misjudged you.]

“…..”

Jian Songyi took a piece of meat with unknown ingredients alongside it and stuff it into Bai Huai’s bowl.
The dish was so weird, no one could even tell what dish it was exactly.
“Eat more.” He said. 

‘Eat more of that poison.
You deserve it.’ He thought.

After dinner, Bai Huai helped Mrs.
Tang clean up the dishes.
Meanwhile, Jian Songyi made a casual excuse for a walk.
He is too lazy to even dare try and touch the housework. 

With his hands in his pockets, his head tilted and eyebrows furrowed, he walked aimlessly as if he was in deep thought. 

It is September and in Nancheng, it is the aftermath of a long rainy season.
The air is moist and the night wind blows are with some sticky coolness within it. 

On Wutong road around the mansion area, the supposed accumulated pile of leaves has already been cleaned up.
Only a few yellow dried ones were left here and there.
It was falling cinematically as if he is in a movie.

Once the leaves disappear, it will be cold and eventually snow.
And then the withered branches will be covered with a vast expanse of snow.
It will be very beautiful. 

It is not only in June and July that the foliage is luxuriant and green.

Right, it’s fine.

Everything is fine and beautiful.

Alpha is fine, and so is being an Omega.

It’s no big deal.