Omegaverse: Salted Fish Life in the Yaoi Chapter 6: Ch 6: A Quiet Transformation

Su Wanyan closed the fridge door gently, the cool air brushing her cheeks for a lingering second. She had braced herself for sothing bitter or dicinal—most tonics announced their strength with a sharp tang. But the potion slipped down like the clearest spring water, mild and clean, leaving only a faint floral sweetness on her tongue.

For a heartbeat, she wondered if anything had happened at all.

Then her breathing shifted.

It deepened without effort, air flowing in smooth and full, as if her lungs had finally relaxed after years of holding back just a little. The subtle tension she hadn’t even noticed in her chest lted away. Her heartbeat steadied into that calm, reliable rhythm she knew so well from listening to tiny patients—the one that ant everything was going to be fine.

Warmth spread slowly through her body, gentle and reassuring. Muscles settled into perfect alignnt, no pulling or resistance. Strength arrived quietly, not heavy or overwhelming, but steady, like arms that could hold a fragile newborn without a tremor. When she flexed her fingers experintally, the movent felt effortless, perfectly coordinated.

The kitchen sharpened around her. Not brighter, exactly, but clearer. She could sense distances without thinking, know exactly where her hand would land if she reached for a glass. Sounds layered themselves neatly: the soft hum of the fridge, the distant murmur of the crew in the living room, even the faint rustle of leaves outside the window.

Her mind followed, thoughts lining up calm and orderly. Focus ca easily, mories surfacing crisp and ready. The low hum of worry that usually lived in the background, the one born from years of caring for vulnerable children, softened into sothing she could set aside without struggle.

She straightened naturally, posture easing into perfect balance. No strain in her shoulders, no need to remind herself to stand tall. It felt like her body had simply rembered how it was ant to carry itself all along.

This wasn’t raw power. It was harmony. The quiet, seamless function she spent her days helping others find. No ache, no price—just everything working as it should.

Su Wanyan exhaled slowly, a soft smile touching her lips.

Wow. This potion is incredible. What a sha modern dicine can’t bottle this feeling.

She walked back to the sofa with a lighter step, settling in just as the crew finished adjustnts. The barrage noticed the change imdiately.

[Wait.... did my wife just glow up in real ti?]

[Upstairs, I swear I’ll go to the hospital with you if you stop. But seriously, she looks even more beautiful now.]

[LOL you two need to et up already.]

[She’s blooming. Like, actually blooming.]

A sound technician approached with a small microphone pack, clipping it carefully to her sweater. "All set," he said with a smile. The director gave a nod, and the interview began.

"Ms. Su," the host asked warmly, "what made you decide to join our program?"

Su Wanyan tilted her head slightly, considering. Neither she nor the original owner had any real reason, it was just circumstance. She let a gentle smile form.

"As you know, my work keeps quite busy," she began softly. The crew nodded; everyone knew her reputation, even if her face had been a mystery until today. Most had pictured a stern, older doctor, not this young woman with kind eyes. "I thought this show could be a nice break—a little vacation."

She chuckled lightly, and the host moved smoothly to the next questions. She answered each one calmly, voice steady, words thoughtful.

Then ca the one everyone waited for. "This is a love variety show, after all. Among the oga guests, is there anyone who’s caught your eye?"

Su Wanyan paused, crossing her arms loosely as she thought. Truth was, she had no interest in chasing anyone here. After a quiet mont, she smiled again—soft, genuine, taking any sting out of her words.

"There’s none, actually."

The living room stayed silent for a beat. The barrage, however, erupted.

[None?! All four ogas are stunning!]

[Not even our goddess Mo Xingxue??]

[As expected of my wife—she only has eyes for .]

[Upstairs, I’m literally outside your house. Co out.]

[Wait, are they actually going to et up? LOL]

The host recovered quickly, smiling. "May I ask why?"

Su Wanyan’s smile widened just a touch, as if she’d been waiting for the follow-up. "All the guests are truly outstanding in their fields. But I don’t know them personally yet. For , liking soone cos after understanding who they are."

The barrage shifted tone.

[That’s fair. She’s thoughtful.]

[Character over looks—respect.]

[Smart answer.]

[Did those two really go to the hospital? They stopped comnting...]

[LMAO]

The host nodded appreciatively. "Well said. Then, I think it’s ti to head over and et everyone. Ready to go?"

Su Wanyan stood smoothly. "I just need to grab my luggage first."

The crew agreed, and she headed upstairs at an easy pace. In the bedroom, the suitcase waited by the door—packed earlier with clothes, books, a few small keepsakes. She reached for the handle and lifted.

It rose like it was empty.

She blinked. Earlier, it had taken real effort to drag it into place. Now? Barely any weight at all.

A quiet laugh escaped her. What an amazing potion. Too bad only one per person.

She wheeled it downstairs effortlessly, the soft rumble of the wheels the only sound. At the door, she paused to slip on her shoes, then joined the waiting team with a small, private smile.

Salted fish life, here I co.