Free Web NovelChapter 44: Ch 44: Blindfolds and White Roses
The tender atmosphere between Su Wanyan and Mo Xingxue lingered like a soft, invisible veil, wrapping the two of them in a quiet bubble of warmth.
Mo Xingxue continued dabbing gently at Su Wanyan’s grazed knee with careful precision, her touch light yet attentive, while Su Wanyan sat with a relaxed, almost goofy smile, occasionally letting out a playful "ouch" that earned her an exasperated but fond eye-roll from the omega.
The air between them felt charged with unspoken affection, the kind that needed no grand gestures—just small, intimate moments like these.
Meanwhile, the other guests looked at them with ambiguous and knowing looks. Even PD Xu Cui began to feel the awkwardness settling over the group. He cleared his throat loudly in a fake cough, the sound deliberate and slightly theatrical. "Ahem."
Just in time, Mo Xingxue finished securing the bandage with a final gentle press, her fingers lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary.
"So, now that you all have picked the number of your mysterious dates," PD Xu Cui began, his voice carrying a professional lilt as he scanned the group with a small, knowing smile, "it’s time for you to know them now, right?" He gestured smoothly to a nearby staff member.
The staff approached, distributing black blindfolds to each of the alphas. Su Wanyan accepted hers with quiet curiosity, turning the soft fabric over in her hands. What’s this for? she mused inwardly, though she kept her expression neutral.
"But first, let’s head inside," PD Xu Cui announced, already turning toward the villa.
"Why didn’t he tell us that first?" Zhao Yichen grumbled under his breath, though he pushed himself up from the grass with a tired groan. The others followed suit, brushing off dirt and sweat from the intense obstacle course.
Su Wanyan stood gracefully, she reached for Mo Yan’s stroller and began pushing it gently back inside with the rest of the group, the wheels rolling smoothly over the threshold.
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Inside the living room, the atmosphere shifted to one of exhausted relief. Zhao Yichen and Qin Yuran immediately collapsed onto the large sofa with dramatic groans, their bodies sinking deep into the cushions as if they had run a marathon.
"Ahhh, I’m tired. I’m so, so tired and I ended up dead last," Zhao Yichen complained loudly, draping an arm over his eyes. freewebnøvel.coɱ
Han Jiho settled beside him and gave his side a sharp pinch, drawing a surprised yelp from Zhao Yichen. "Stop whining like a baby," Han Jiho said simply, though a hint of amusement softened his tone.
Zhao Yichen pouted but slumped back down without further protest. Su Wanyan chuckled softly at their familiar bickering and guided Mo Xingxue to the farthest edge of the sofa.
They sat side by side, with Mo Yan’s stroller positioned comfortably next to them. The baby cooed softly, still entertained by the morning’s events.
PD Xu Cui stood in front of the group, waiting patiently until everyone had settled. "Now, the purpose of those blindfolds," he explained, "is that you alphas may be surprised by who you might have picked."
His smile turned mischievous. "May I request the alphas to go to each of their rooms first? Oh, and after arriving, please wear the blindfolds." Though phrased as a request, his tone left no room for argument.
The alphas stood and began heading to their respective rooms. Su Wanyan rose with a laid-back grace, brushing a stray blade of grass from her sleeve. She wasn’t entirely certain her guess was correct, but she felt confident enough after Mo Xingxue’s subtle signal earlier.
As she walked away, she couldn’t resist glancing back once. Mo Xingxue was listening attentively to the PD and the other omegas, her posture elegant and focused. The sight brought a small, private smile to Su Wanyan’s lips before she turned forward again.
Behind her, Mo Xingxue lifted her gaze and watched Su Wanyan’s retreating back. A small, amused smirk—almost playful—curved her lips for a fleeting moment.
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Su Wanyan gently shut the bedroom door behind her, enveloping herself in the room’s hushed silence. The space remained dim, with only thin slivers of sunlight sneaking through the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting faint golden lines across the floor.
She moved to her bed and sat down, unfolding the blindfold in her hands.
Before she could put it on, the door clicked open again.
"Excuse me, Teacher Su," a staff member said politely, "the PD asked me to set up a camera here."
Su Wanyan nodded calmly. "Come in, come in," she replied gently, gesturing welcomingly.
The staff member entered quickly, setting up a compact camera on a tripod across from her, positioned neatly between Mo Yan’s crib and Mo Xingxue’s bed. Once finished, he gave a hasty bow and left, clearly a bit nervous under the live broadcast pressure.
Su Wanyan chuckled softly at his hurried exit and waved gently toward the camera. "Hi there, guys," she said, her voice warm and slightly husky from the morning’s exertion. The sound immediately stirred a wave of reactions in the live chat.
[She’s so beautiful! (crying)]
[I’m serving myself on a silver platter for her.]
[Hi, my wife!]
[Hey, she’s Mo Xingxue’s wife.]
[She may be Mo Xingxue’s wife from Monday to Saturday, but she’s my wife on Sunday. She always comes back home to me.]
[Delulu final boss spotted. She’s obviously my wife, what you talkin’ about?]
[Upstairs, do you not want to walk again?]
[Oh, really? I don’t think you’re quite "capable" for that.]
[Upstairs, want me to show you another demonstration?]
[Wait, is this how people nowadays do dirty talk?]
[Lol, of course, grandma/grandpa.]
[Who you calling grandma? I’m in my third year of college. I’m not that old yet.]
[...We’re the same age?]
[If you’re in your 20s, then, maybe.]
[...Want me to teach you more dirty talks?]
[HEY, YOU ANIMAL, GET OUTTA HERE!]
While the barrage spiraled into its usual chaotic energy, Su Wanyan finally slipped the blindfold over her eyes, tying it securely. Darkness enveloped her vision completely. She adjusted the fabric slightly for comfort, then settled back against the headboard.
"Now we wait," she said aloud to the empty room. After a few seconds of silence, she realized the viewers might grow bored. "Who did you all think I picked?" she asked, her tone light and curious.
The chat exploded with near-unanimous responses:
[Mo Xingxue!]
[Mo Xingxue!!]
[The Queen Mo Xingxue, of course!]
[Your wife, Mo Xingxue.]
[Is there any other choice other than Mo Xingxue?]
[No, that’s not possible. The only choice for Su Wanyan is Mo Xingxue.]
[Facts!]
[We legit don’t have a clue, but we’re hoping it’s Mo Xingxue.]
Su Wanyan waited a full minute, building suspense on purpose, before continuing. "I’m sure you’re all placing your bets on your players, but personally..." She trailed off deliberately.
The chat grew even more frantic.
[You can only pick Mo Xingxue, okay?!]
[You can’t say anyone’s name other than your wife, please. I’m begging you, Su Wanyan.]
[Hey, why’d you pause?!]
[TELL US, SU WANYAN!]
[Hey, no suspense is needed here!]
Satisfied with the teasing, Su Wanyan smiled. "I think I picked Mo Xingxue," she admitted honestly, a small, tender smile playing on her lips.
She gave them a moment before explaining further. "If some of you are curious as to why.. well..." Su Wanyan trailed off again, this time not teasing the viewers, but simply lost in the original owner’s memories.
A soft, nostalgic expression crossed her face. "It’s because whenever Mo Xingxue needs help, she always blinks twice."
She chuckled warmly, recalling countless moments. There was the time a young Mo Xingxue wanted to escape yet another arranged suitor her parents had pushed on her. Spotting little Su Wanyan, she had blinked twice and mouthed "help."
Su Wanyan had immediately stepped in, declaring with full confidence that she was "already engaged" to Mo Xingxue—even though it wasn’t true at the time. From that day onward, the silent signal became their secret code.
Years of friendship had honed it into something instinctive: one look, two blinks, and Su Wanyan knew exactly when her best friend needed saving.
"Anyway, when I heard Mo Xingxue say ’help’ earlier, although I was confused at first, I instinctively thought of her blinking twice. Hence, I picked number two," Su Wanyan explained kindly.
The barrage reacted with a mix of awe and chaos:
[Wow... I thought it was just a random guess...]
[Fr, but there was a deeper reason behind it.]
[Oh to be loved by someone like Su Wanyan.]
[I need someone like Su Wanyan in my life, fr.]
[I need Su Wanyan in my life, like, seriously.]
[You ready to face Mo Xingxue for her?]
[...On second thought... I think I’ll be satisfied with... You.]
[...IS THIS STILL EVEN A COMMENT SECTION OR IS A DATING THREAD? SINCE WHEN DID IT CHANGE?]
Su Wanyan sat in comfortable silence for a while longer. Then, the door clicked open softly.
A new scent drifted into the room—soft, elegant, and deceptively pure. It carried the smooth sweetness of fresh petals touched by morning dew, like white roses blooming under gentle sunlight. Su Wanyan frowned instinctively. Only one person on the entire cast carried this exact delicate fragrance. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
"Teacher Lin?" she asked, her voice calm but already laced with wariness.
