Chapter 19

Transmigration Diary 19
At the late snack Su Yan kept watching Wen Shiyu eat.
She had never imagined being so unsure what she felt for someone.
She lacked experience. Since childhood she assumed duty to protect her Omega—and that person was Cefalina.
She never noticed other Omegas—let alone Betas.
Time with Wen Shiyu showed someone opposite rumors—quiet, restrained, even clumsily gentle.
Then why those extreme forum posts?
Could it be—because she liked Su Yan too much?
The thought always unsettled her.
“What’s wrong?” Wen Shiyu looked up—almost done.
Su Yan barely ate—always watching—too much food?
Su Yan swallowed words. “……Nothing.”
Server: bill paid—complimentary dessert?
Wen Shiyu’s eyes lit—yes please.
Su Yan smiled at such small joy.
Rare in their circle—used to top service—no surprise left.
They left—quiet street—long shadows.
Su Yan tried topic: “Exams soon—ask me if any subject’s hard. Honor classes are harder—” pause—“but pass at least or retake.”
Wen Shiyu licking cone—nodded. “Right exams—our class—what rank for scholarship?”
Su Yan wanted to encourage—truth: “At your current grades…… scholarship will be hard.”
Phone buzz—Charlotte—need to talk?
Reply: 【Still out.】
Charlotte instant: 【Still with Wen Shiyu?】
No answer. Wen Shiyu:
“You always told me study—I listened. Don’t worry—I’ll pass everything.”
For her?
Su Yan stopped—Wen Shiyu walked into her—cone smeared black coat.
“!”
Wen Shiyu wiped—stain spread.
“Take it off—quick.”
Coat yanked—Su Yan blank.
Society said Alpha must lead, dominate—
Wen Shiyu pinning her hands from behind in the dorm—ears red again……
Wen Shiyu almost offered to wash—dry clean only—expensive.
“Um…… I don’t have to pay, right?”
Thinking Su Yan would reject her at the ball anyway—would not fuss over coat.
Su Yan serious face: “Of course not.”
“Thanks.” Wen Shiyu relieved—re-draped coat.
Su Yan watched—low: “Do you think I’m scary? I’m not really—”
Wen Shiyu joked: “Last time you choked my neck.”
Su Yan flushed: “Sorry. Misunderstood. Wanted you to remember.”
She meant danger—some Alphas worse than they look—also eager to deny violence.
“I know.” Wen Shiyu smiled—did not dwell on it.
Su Yan followed the smile—novel—treated equal—even ignored.
Phone again—Charlotte: 【You really are with Wen Shiyu?】
Su Yan: 【Yes. What?】
Charlotte late: 【Nothing. Talk later.】
Su Yan shook head—ignored.
Weeks filled—day soothe Cefalina—“pheromones”—night scent application with Su Yan.
Term end—perfume nearly “done.”
Wen Shiyu studied too—for any scholarship.
In case Cavendishes dumped her after perfume.
Closer to Cefalina felt over the line—lately a bit perfunctory.
Usually a kiss—if bad, light bite on nape.
Earth logic: bite should be more intimate than kiss—but Cefalina melted—knees tight—rubbing—tail high—face red—small sounds—hand over mouth.
Wen Shiyu’s heart raced—ears hot.
Avoid biting when possible.
Slip away before dizzy Cefalina asked more.
Cefalina clearly unhappy.
But after perfume she would not need her—would not care.
One night sister called excited—family loan approved—crisis eased.
Wen Shiyu realized Cefalina had quietly allowed family aid.
Sister happy—parents sending money—
Wen Shiyu refused: “I’m fine—part-time—can sell unused jewelry.”
Sister: “Sis works too hard—”
Insisted pocket money—mother took phone.
Parents sharper: “Shiyu—made peace with the Cavendish young lady?”
Soft “yes.”
Parents moved—mother choked—any bullying? No. Father sorry for harsh words—regret lake jump.
Wen Shiyu felt these new family were good people.
Next class she wanted thanks.
Cefalina one glance—brow knit—cheeks puffed—unhappy.
Wen Shiyu: ……?
Why hate her now?
PE—Cefalina opened the private gym door as usual.
Alone at last.
“Thank you. Cefalina.” Wen Shiyu leaned close.
Cefalina hm—looked away: “Don’t smirk—you’re still my servant. Crisis isn’t over—might need more help—and—”
Pause—
Scholarship through Su Yan was hopeless—she did not know yet—
Cefalina scanned unchanged uniform—chin up. “Living expenses tight here too?”
Wen Shiyu blank: “You’ll give me money?”
Strange look: “……If you behave. Anyway—”
Wen Shiyu could only rely on her.
“Your family’s broke too?”
“Mm……”
Tuition covered—no luxury taste—fine in uniform—just not original host’s style.
Could not confess Cavendish deal—vague nod.
“Yes. Still your servant.”
Closer whisper: “Need a kiss now?”
Cefalina ears warm—
Lately always another scent on Wen Shiyu—
Asked—Wen Shiyu played dumb—Cefalina stopped asking—
Getting stronger?
Looked away: “Go shower.”
“Why shower.”
“Can I skip?”
“No.” Glare—cheeks puffed. “You…… stink.”
“Huh?” Armpit sniff—nothing.
Cefalina insisted—they met here often—small shower beside. Wen Shiyu went in.
Water running—Cefalina bored at door: “More soap! Clean!”
“What? Can’t hear—”
Cefalina at the crack: “What did you and Su Yan do?”
Side gap—glimpse inside—
Face burned—
Wanted to look away—heart pounding—after seconds pressed to the crack.
Curtain booth—most of Wen Shiyu’s back—
Wet hair loosely tied—shoulder blades moving—water down spine to waist——
Breath held—round eyes—staring without knowing.
Wen Shiyu out towel—Cefalina tomato-red.
“What?” Fresh from steam—clear eyes.
Cefalina legs together—silent.
Wen Shiyu: “Can we kiss now?”
Cefalina bowed—red ears—rare nod.
Wen Shiyu kissed—lashes tremble—arms around waist—eager reply.
Huh—not angry again?