Free Web NovelChapter 56: Ch 56: Coordinated by Love
The guests trickled back into the peaceful villa one by one, the morning light now fully bright and warm as it streamed through the large windows. It was already 10:37 AM. Considering the time needed to change clothes—or perhaps even bathe again after the soapy ordeal—the meal would no longer qualify as breakfast. It would be brunch, or possibly even lunch. Yet none of the guests minded the details. As long as they could finally eat something, the exact label of the meal was irrelevant.
Su Wanyan and Mo Xingxue shared the same thought. They headed straight back to their shared room, the familiar wooden floors creaking under their steps. The space felt like a sanctuary after the chaotic energy of the park—quiet, sunlit, and filled with the faint, comforting scent of the neutralizers Mo Xingxue had used earlier.
Su Wanyan approached little Mo Yan’s stroller first, instinctively reaching out to pick her up. But she paused mid-motion, glancing down at her soaked sweater. The fabric still clung damply to her skin, carrying traces of soap and sweat.
She didn’t dare lift the baby and risk dirtying or wetting her clothes. A pang of regret twisted in her chest as she stared at the adorable infant, her expression turning wistful.
Mo Xingxue noticed immediately. She smiled—tender and teasing at the same time. "What are you moping around for?" she asked lightly, bending down to scoop Mo Yan into her arms with graceful ease.
Su Wanyan looked at them with open regret. "I wanted to carry her, but I remembered I can’t since I’m soaked," she sighed heavily, shoulders slumping.
Mo Xingxue laughed softly at the earnest reasoning, the sound warm and melodic. Even Su Wanyan felt a little pathetic about her own words. Mo Xingxue teased her again, causing Su Wanyan’s ears to turn a vivid beet red.
But what can I do about it? I just wanted to carry our— Su Wanyan’s thoughts suddenly halted. Our daughter. The phrase echoed in her mind, unexpected and startling.
She froze for a fraction of a second, eyes widening before she quickly schooled her expression back to calm. She watched Mo Xingxue gently changing Mo Yan’s diaper, a soft blush creeping up her own neck. Wh—why did I think about that? Her stomach felt strangely fluttery, but she logically concluded it was simply hunger growling for food.
Su Wanyan let out a shaky breath. This time, it wasn’t from fear or caution, but from an emotion she couldn’t quite name. Still, she didn’t dwell on it—she needed to get changed.
"Xuexue," she called out gently, her voice soft as if afraid of disturbing the peaceful moment between mother and child.
"Hm?" Mo Xingxue hummed, glancing behind her with a warm look.
Su Wanyan smiled. "Should we wear matching clothes again?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.
Mo Xingxue’s smile widened as she nodded. "Yeah. Go take a bath already," she replied simply, returning her attention to Mo Yan. "I’ll bring your clothes later. For now, just take a bath."
Su Wanyan’s smile brightened. She trotted over to her friend’s side and wrapped her in a quick, affectionate hug, resting her chin lightly on top of Mo Xingxue’s head for a moment. "Thank you, Xuexue," she said sincerely. She straightened up and happily skipped toward the door, the gesture feeling completely platonic to her—normal between close childhood friends.
But for Mo Xingxue, it was anything but ordinary. Resting one’s chin on another’s head carried deep intimacy in this world, especially between an alpha and an omega. Her movements paused completely.
She blinked rapidly, trying to process the sudden closeness, then felt heat flood her face. She fastened Mo Yan’s diaper with slightly trembling fingers and pulled her daughter close. The baby cooed happily, smiling as if sharing in her mother’s flustered joy.
Mo Xingxue looked at her daughter’s bright face and thought, It really looks like she was serious.... A big grin threatened to break free, but she suppressed it, clearing her throat shyly. She stood and turned toward their wardrobes, already pondering what coordinated theme the three of them should wear this time.
She first looked at Mo Yan’s clothes for inspiration. She would take an inspiration from her—no, their daughter’s outfit, her mind corrected automatically. Mo Xingxue blushed furiously on her own and cleared her throat again, trying to push the thought away.
Mo Yan, lying contentedly on the bed, gave her mother a wide, gummy smile—as if she understood everything perfectly. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), Mo Xingxue didn’t notice, or she might have become so shy she would have left Su Wanyan waiting in the bathroom for an hour.
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Mo Xingxue stepped back from the wardrobe, her phoenix eyes scanning the coordinated outfits she had carefully selected. A soft nod of satisfaction followed as she took in the harmonious palette. She turned her gaze to the crib where little Mo Yan slept peacefully, and her smile melted into something even more serene.
The baby’s tiny chest rose and fell in gentle rhythm, her expression the picture of innocent contentment. Mo Xingxue lingered for a moment, simply enjoying the quiet beauty of her daughter’s peaceful face.
She had already changed Mo Yan into a delicate sage-colored dress with a soft ruffle collar.
The gentle green hue beautifully complemented the baby’s fair skin and bright eyes, amplifying her natural innocence in the most endearing way. A white satin bow adorned her hair, carefully tied into a sweet half-up style, while cream-colored baby shoes snugly fit her tiny feet. The overall look was pure, charming, and effortlessly coordinated.
Next, Mo Xingxue considered her own outfit. She had chosen a flowing sage silk dress that fell just past her knees, the luxurious fabric draping elegantly over her figure with a subtle sheen that caught the light beautifully.
Simple yet refined gold bracelet and a matching handbag completed the accessories. For footwear, she selected cream-colored heels that perfectly matched her daughter’s shoes. It was an understated ensemble, but Mo Xingxue believed simplicity often carried the most elegance.
Finally, she turned her attention to Su Wanyan’s clothes. For her alpha, she had picked a sage-colored knit polo shirt paired with tailored cream trousers. The outfit would enhance Su Wanyan’s scholarly, relaxed vibe while maintaining the family coordination.
Mo Xingxue added a leather belt for polish, decided to keep the watch and golden-rimmed glasses Su Wanyan already wore, and left the shoe choice open for her.
Mo Xingxue smiled happily at the completed looks. She gathered Su Wanyan’s clothes into a neat bundle and hurried out of the room toward the bathroom, her heels clicking softly against the floor.
When she reached the door, she knocked gently.
Immediately, Su Wanyan’s voice called out from inside, slightly muffled by the running water. "Xuexue?"
"Yeah, it’s me," Mo Xingxue answered.
"You can leave the clothes at the sink. The door’s open," Su Wanyan replied casually, lowering the shower spray.
Mo Xingxue’s face instantly flushed a deep crimson. Go in? The thought made her heart race. That level of intimacy was usually reserved for married couples! While they had bathed together as children before their secondary genders manifested, they were now fully grown—an omega and an alpha. Yet Su Wanyan was inviting her in so shamelessly?
Mo Xingxue took a deep breath, steeling herself. "I’m coming in," she announced, voice slightly higher than usual.
"Okay~" came Su Wanyan’s relaxed reply.
Gathering her courage, Mo Xingxue pushed the door open and stepped inside. Her bravery evaporated the moment she crossed the threshold. She kept her eyes firmly fixed on the floor, refusing to glance toward the frosted shower screen.
The sink, unfortunately positioned quite close to the shower, forced her to walk nearer than she felt comfortable with. Steam filled the air, carrying the clean scent of soap and Su Wanyan’s faint chamomile pheromones.
"I’ll leave it here, okay?" Mo Xingxue asked softly, placing the clothes neatly on the counter.
Su Wanyan hummed in acknowledgment.
As Mo Xingxue turned to leave, she couldn’t resist a quick, fleeting glance behind her. Disappointment flickered through her when she realized the frosted glass obscured everything except a vague, tantalizing outline of Su Wanyan’s figure. She sighed softly before slipping out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Once outside, she paused in the hallway. Wait.. what am I so disappointed about?! Mo Xingxue screamed internally, her face burning hotter than before. She bolted back toward their room, heels clicking rapidly against the tiled floor.
The live barrage, of course, had witnessed the entire sequence:
[Hmm... Why is Mo Xingxue so flustered and why was her face so bright red?]
[Why, indeed.]
[They definitely did something in there.]
[Definitely.]
[Fr, no doubt.]
[Dang, did they do a quicky?]
[The hell are y’all talking about? See how Mo Xingxue’s dress is still perfectly straight?]
[Can you please not ruin our delusions? Thank you.]
[Delulu is the solulu, so every logic for now is OUT.]
The two main characters remained blissfully unaware of the chat’s wild speculations. If they had known, they might have been so mortified they would have skipped brunch entirely and hidden in their room. Fortunately, they didn’t, allowing everything to unfold naturally and sweetly between them.
Back in the room, Mo Xingxue took a moment to compose herself, pressing cool hands to her flushed cheeks before returning to the task of final preparations. The peaceful domesticity of the space wrapped around her once more, a gentle contrast to the lively chaos of the variety show outside.
Su Wanyan’s casual intimacy, whether intentional or not, continued to send ripples through Mo Xingxue’s heart, slowly deepening feelings that had long been waiting beneath the surface of their childhood friendship.
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The guests had gathered downstairs in the villa’s spacious living area, the afternoon light streaming through the large windows and illuminating their refreshed appearances.
After the chaotic, soap-drenched ordeal at the obstacle park, everyone had taken time to clean up and change. The atmosphere was lighter now, though traces of exhaustion still lingered in relaxed postures and occasional yawns.
Qin Yuran looked around the group with a mischievous grin. "Bet the three would match again," she said quietly, laughter bubbling beneath her words.
"Oh, no doubt," Zhao Yichen replied, chuckling along. The two exchanged a knowing look, silently agreeing with just their eyes to tease their friend Su Wanyan about it at the first opportunity.
The group chatted casually while waiting, the air filled with the faint scents of fresh soap, cologne, and the villa’s subtle floral diffuser. Then, the door to Su Wanyan and Mo Xingxue’s room opened.
All eyes turned as the trio emerged.
Qin Yuran let out an appreciative whistle, her eyes sparkling with admiration. Little Mo Yan was the first to draw attention, nestled securely in Su Wanyan’s arms. The baby wore a charming sage green dress with a delicate ruffle collar that framed her tiny face beautifully.
The soft color made her fair skin glow and highlighted her bright, curious eyes, amplifying her natural innocence to an almost heartbreaking degree. A white satin bow adorned her hair, adding a sweet, playful touch that made several hearts melt on the spot.
Han Jiho, usually so composed, secretly pulled out his phone and began ordering multiple satin bows in various colors and sizes for the little girl. His heart had been thoroughly claimed. However, he wasn’t the only one—Qin Yuran, Zhao Yichen, and Song Meiyu were all discreetly doing the same, fingers flying across screens as they personally selected gifts for the adorable baby.
Their attention then shifted to who was holding Mo Yan: Su Wanyan. The sage-colored knit polo hugged her frame perfectly, accentuating her fair skin and the lean, scholarly lines of her body. The leather belt cinched at her waist highlighted just how slender yet strong she was, while the tailored cream trousers emphasized the elegant length of her legs.
Her watch and golden-rimmed glasses completed the look, giving her the gentle, kind aura of a thoughtful alpha scholar. Despite the simple outfit, her presence commanded quiet attention—especially knowing the immense strength and stamina hidden beneath that refined exterior.
Finally, the group’s gaze settled on Mo Xingxue. The sage silk dress clung gracefully to her figure, flowing past her knees while subtly showcasing her heavenly curves and elegant bosom.
The gold bracelet and small handbag added a touch of luxurious simplicity, making her look both refined and effortlessly radiant. The cream heels matched her daughter’s shoes perfectly, tying the family coordination together in a harmonious, eye-catching way.
Gu Chengze stared, mesmerized by Mo Xingxue’s beauty. A dark heat stirred within him, and he felt the familiar throb of lust. Memories flooded back—Mo Xingxue’s cries from that night, which he conveniently remembered only as pleasure.
He wanted to see her like that again, to claim her completely. His pheromones began to leak faintly, heavy with possessive desire. He had long erased from his mind that it had been anything but consensual. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
Lin Xuanyu noticed Gu Chengze’s intense stare and the leaking pheromones. His hands clenched tightly at his sides. He glared at Mo Xingxue with barely concealed contempt. If only you didn’t exist! Lin Xuanyu thought bitterly. In his mind, Gu Chengze would be his if not for her interference. He conveniently forgot that Gu Chengze had many lovers—and that he himself was merely one of them.
Su Wanyan, ever vigilant, caught both Lin Xuanyu’s dark glance and Gu Chengze’s lustful look. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, gently shielding Mo Xingxue behind her taller frame. Mo Xingxue noticed the protective movement and instinctively moved closer to Su Wanyan’s side.
"Thank you," Mo Xingxue murmured softly.
"Hm," Su Wanyan hummed in response, her voice steady and reassuring. She escorted both Mo Xingxue and little Mo Yan toward the living room with quiet determination, her hand resting protectively near them.
The group’s reactions ranged from fond amusement to deeper, more complicated emotions, but the trio’s coordinated elegance stood out like a beacon of warmth amid the varied undercurrents swirling in the villa.
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This shit was so redundant, lol (I’m sorry y’all). I’ll try to make the next Chapter more interesting, swear on my life! I won’t say anything else about the next one, but y’alls blood pressure might rise, sooo... Good luck on that one, lol. Anyway, thanks for reading this, guys (I can’t believe we’re nearing 250 thousand, damn).
