Sugar Mama Got a Male Celebrity Pregnant [Female A Male O] [ChatGPT Translation]

Main text 69, Jinjiang exclusive release

The rainy weather has lasted for nearly five days, the damp air making people feel uncomfortable all over.

Qilai put down the umbrella and shook his coat.

He looked at the empty hall, shrugging his neck.

It was quiet and cold.

He glanced at the proud eagle hiding from the rain at the door, its feathers smooth and shiny, its eyes sharp like a blade. Perhaps due to Qilai's impure bloodline and being an omega.

The eagle shook its feathers.

Not even a glance was spared for Qilai.

However, a few seconds later, he seemed to feel the pressure.

The eagle slowly lowered its neck, its feathers slightly raised, and then, with every step, it spread its wings and flew into the rain.

Disappeared without a trace.

As he turned around, he saw a woman standing at the corner holding a military cap, her spotless straight boots, her almond eyes restrained but chilling, she was getting closer.

It was uncomfortable for him to see Wen Jue like this.

He even felt like crying.

"Cousin. . ."

Qilai rarely called Wen Jue cousin, firstly because he respected her, and secondly because there was always an unbridgeable gap between them.

Since Mr. Xie moved in, he discovered that Wen Jue was also just a normal person. She could show a warm expression to everyone, patiently comfort Mr. Xie, and also feel helpless.

But now. . .

Wen Jue nodded at Qilai, indicating agreement.

Her gaze did not shift, she looked out the window.

Fuleini in the kitchen said lightly, "Prepare ginger soup with brown sugar."

Qilai and Fuleini, who walked out of the kitchen, locked eyes, both feeling a pang in their hearts.

It's been almost two months, Mr. Xie has disappeared for almost two months, and Wen Jue instructs daily before leaving to prepare a sweet soup, sometimes a tonic, sometimes a cup of hot milk.

But she never drinks those things.

They were all things Mr. Xie liked.

The woman put down her military cap, walked closer to the flowerpot in the best light of the hall, where a dry tree branch was planted.

The small scissors in Alpha's hand were held carefully like a gun.

The forked part was carefully pruned, she prepared daily, waiting.

Again? Leave.

Sometimes Qilai doesn't understand, what exactly is cousin waiting for.

Just as the youth was about to take a step forward, his footsteps were stopped by the voice of the man at the door.

"Miss Wen Jue. . ."

Qilai's little face drooped, he looked at the man who appeared in the hall with some guarded anger, a royal omega who appeared to be around twenty years old, obviously just graduated from Omega University.

Wen Jue put down the scissors and looked up.

"Hello."

Qilai knew that this Gael had been plotting against cousin since childhood, but cousin had never shown much interest in omegas, so he couldn't bring himself to get closer.