RBNR Ch88: His Omega

When Feng Chengyu first heard the name, he was nine years old and had just successfully completed a jump with his chestnut pony.

Under the resting shed, his mother answered a phone call, said something joyfully to his aunt, and then walked briskly towards him. “Chengyu! Aunt Rong’s baby was just born, and it’s a little brother!”

As she spoke, his mother opened her phone and showed him a video taken at the hospital.

Feng Chengyu looked down and saw a soft pink thing swaddled in a blanket, its nose and eyes scrunched up, crying loudly, very ugly, and very small.

It was a cloudy day, and his new equestrian outfit made Feng Chengyu feel a bit uncomfortable. His excited pony was snorting and restless.

For a moment, it felt like all the noise in the world was rushing towards him.

“He was born a month earlier than expected, so he’s still very small. He needs to be in an incubator today,” his mother explained to him. “Your Grandpa Qin is overjoyed and named him Qin Bao, meaning ‘treasure of the Qin family.'”

How typical of Grandpa Qin to choose a name like that.

Qin Bao.

Feng Chengyu had always known that Aunt Rong was carrying an Omega, and he knew that as an Alpha, their families had great expectations for them, although he didn’t yet understand what that specifically meant.

But it still felt magical—just a short while ago, the creature that existed inside Aunt Rong’s swollen belly had turned into this crying, independent being. Feng Chengyu thought it was like magic.

After a while, Aunt Rong and Uncle Qin brought the baby home from the hospital.

Feng Chengyu wore a little suit and a black bow tie and went with his parents to the Qin house to see the newly one-month-old Omega.

He had heard that Omegas were very delicate and fragile, and his classmates who would often burst into tears supported this view. But he had never seen an Omega cry so loudly.

The baby, dressed in pink by Aunt Rong, lay in the cradle, using all his strength to cry with his mouth wide open, his tiny body producing a piercing cry that seemed to penetrate Feng Chengyu’s head.

So noisy.

And no teeth yet.

Aunt Rong asked, “Chengyu, do you want to hold your little brother?”

His father was fiddling with his camera, taking pictures one after another. Mr. Qin sat with Aunt Rong, and his mother looked at him with a smile. It seemed everyone at this party hoped he would hold the baby.

So Feng Chengyu nodded and, with Aunt Rong’s help, held the baby.

Miraculously, the little Omega gradually stopped crying.

Those eyes, like black grapes, looked at Feng Chengyu, and the face, much more relaxed than at birth, was very beautiful, no longer piercing with cries, like a doll in a shop window.

That was all Feng Chengyu remembered about Qin Bao from his childhood.

Ever since he learned from Shu Helan what a “childhood betrothal” was, Feng Chengyu didn’t want to go to the Qin house anymore.

During a break from playing games, Shu Helan asked, “When are you going to marry the little baby?”

Feng Chengyu stared at the screen, moving the joystick, “What do you mean?”

Shu Helan’s character had already died, and he was bored, waiting for Feng Chengyu’s character to save him. Eating cookies, he said, “It means getting married, like your dad marrying your mom.”

Feng Chengyu thought Shu Helan was crazy. He turned to look at him and said, “We’re not getting married.”

“Tch, I didn’t mean now. I know nine-year-olds can’t get married,” Shu Helan said. “I mean when you grow up, when do you plan to marry him? He can play games with me when you’re busy.”

Feng Chengyu had a lot of homework and couldn’t always play with Shu Helan.

Feng Chengyu said, “We can play together, but I don’t plan on marrying him.”

“Why not?” Shu Helan asked. “Isn’t he your Omega?”

Feng Chengyu recalled overhearing the adults talk, vaguely knowing “that little baby is his Omega.” He said, “Yes, so what?”

Shu Helan tossed a cookie in the air and caught it in his mouth, “Then that’s it. My dad said Grandpa Feng arranged a childhood betrothal for you guys. Childhood betrothal means marrying him.”

That night, Feng Chengyu couldn’t sleep. Because of the “childhood betrothal,” he began to worry about marriage.

What to do?

If he marries an Omega, does that mean he has to share everything? Half of his room, half of his toys and models, half of his friends, and even half of his parents?

Feng Chengyu’s schedule was already packed, and he didn’t want to share half of his time.

The next day at the breakfast table, he solemnly announced to his parents, “I have no plans to get married for now.”

His mother’s mouthful of food almost sprayed out, and his father also stopped his chopsticks in shock. “Why do you say that?”

“The Qin family’s little baby,” Feng Chengyu said. “I know Grandpa made an agreement with them before he passed away, but I currently have no intention of getting married. I’m just letting you know in advance so you don’t have any expectations.”

His mother finally regained her composure and laughed, “Alright, alright, we get it. Is this what you were worrying about last night? Don’t worry, we don’t expect you to marry anyone, not now, not ever.”

His father added, “It’s too early to be worrying about this. Who you meet and who you fall in love with in the future is something only the future you will know. Worrying about it ten years in advance is just unnecessary.”

Feng Chengyu nodded, “Got it.”

Feng Chengyu’s parents, true to their word, never imposed their expectations on anyone.

With their promise, Feng Chengyu never worried about it again and didn’t visit the baby anymore.

Since he wouldn’t be marrying the baby, and to avoid any misunderstandings among the adults, he deliberately avoided all social activities related to the Qin family and avoided any further interaction with the baby.

The next time he heard news about the baby was at his coming-of-age ceremony.

By then, the baby could no longer be called a “baby.”

His mother gave Feng Chengyu a brooch shaped like a daffodil, customized according to his pheromones.

At the Feng family’s traditional coming-of-age ceremony, Feng Chengyu stood below the stage, receiving blessings from the oldest elder in the family.

A few days earlier, the old master of the Qin family had fallen ill, so Uncle Qin only brought Qin Bao for a short visit before leaving in a hurry.

People said that the little Omega from the Qin family was well-behaved and charming, a delicate person raised in luxury, like a child star in a movie. Young and ambitious, Feng Chengyu didn’t care about childhood matters and quickly forgot about it.

After studying abroad, his life path completely diverged from the other party’s.

It was only occasionally that Shu Helan mentioned that the Qin family’s Xiao Bao had become a model. Among their circle of family friends, “his Omega” was now just a childhood joke. Because of this connection, Feng Chengyu asked, “How’s he doing?”

Shu Helan didn’t know, “Probably not bad, after all, he’s from the Qin family.”

A couple more years passed.

Feng Chengyu finished his studies and returned to the capital of the empire, working at the municipal committee. That year, the old master of the Qin family celebrated his grand birthday, inviting guests from all over, and the Feng family attended in full splendor.

On that day, Feng Chengyu saw his “Omega” again.

In the underground garage, he saw a fifteen-year-old boy in the distance. His eyebrows were full of sharpness and arrogance. The way he mounted his motorcycle was clean and swift. As he bent down, his lean back and shoulder blades stood out clearly.

The youthful arrogance of the boy reminded Feng Chengyu of himself a few years ago, only the other seemed even more unruly, willful, yet also adept at playing the role of a good boy.

At the banquet, Feng Chengyu saw Qin Bao by Uncle Qin’s side. He was completely different from the boy he had seen in the garage.

The boy had changed into a suit and tie, removed all his earrings, and covered up the tattoos on his arms. He greeted everyone politely and elegantly, fitting all of Feng Chengyu’s stereotypes of “noble offspring.”

As they grew up, the marriage arranged years ago was subtly and intentionally brought up by the elders again, especially by the old master of the Qin family, who was particularly keen on it.

Marriage and finding a partner were not part of Feng Chengyu’s current life plans.

He had learned to handle such situations gracefully and wouldn’t spoil the elders’ mood at such occasions, responding appropriately and respectfully.

However, when Uncle Qin asked the boy to greet him and call him “brother,” Feng Chengyu couldn’t help but take a few more glances at him.

It felt like going back to childhood.

Feng Chengyu thought time was a strange thing, once again working its magical spell.

With the boy’s arrogant “hello,” his face gradually overlapped with the crying pink baby in the cradle.

With heroic eyebrows, dark eyes, and exquisite features, he was radiant like someone from a painting.