After Clinging to a Big Shot, the Pitiful Omega Got Pregnant - Chapter 11

Zhao Kuo had an unlucky day. At noon, Fu Su stood him up, and that evening at the welcome banquet, he ran into Fu Yuan—the one person he least wanted to see. When he played cards, he lost all his chips, and worst of all, every single one of them went to Fu Yuan.

His temper was already flaring, and he felt today was cursed. At that moment, he caught sight of an omega in a black cocktail dress, so beautiful he looked like a porcelain doll.

The omega’s eyes were lowered, lashes dark as raven wings trembling faintly like butterflies about to take flight. His eyes were pure, his cheeks tinged pink as though dusted with sugar. His lips were full and red, gently pressed together, exuding endless allure.

He stood there with an expression that carried a hint of suppressed pleading. A feather-light stir of emotion brushed across Zhao Kuo’s heart, leaving his throat dry.

The most striking thing was that, from Zhao Kuo’s angle, this omega looked very much like his unattainable white moonlight, Fu Su.

Zhao Kuo had yearned after Fu Su for years without success. Just one glance at this omega was enough to make up his mind—he was going to take him away.

He would do it so flawlessly that Fu Su would never find out.

When the omega’s almond-shaped eyes widened slightly to look at him, showing a trace of fear and a dazed expression like a timid little creature, Zhao Kuo’s desire to claim him only grew stronger.

He wasn’t angered by the omega’s lack of response. Instead, in a rare good mood, he repeated himself: “Bring me that water. I want it.”

Ji Xia snapped out of his terror, his hand trembling as he held the bottle of mineral water. Instinctively, he edged closer to Fu Yuan’s side and said, “The water is for Mr. Fu.”

Zhao Kuo figured this omega probably only recognized the head of the Fu family and didn’t know who he was. Understandable—he had been abroad for years.

He smirked, looking roguish. “President Fu just said he didn’t want it. Now it belongs to me, Zhao Kuo, the heir of the Zhao family. Come here. If you want to trade the water for something, we can discuss it.”

Chen Xi instantly understood what Zhao Kuo meant.

He hadn’t expected Zhao Kuo to really dare take someone away. Then again, it made sense. With such a pretty, clean, and faintly alluring omega, what alpha wouldn’t want him?

The problem was Zhao Kuo already had his white moonlight. If Ji Xia ended up with him, nothing good would come of it.

Chen Xi knew this but was powerless to stop it. The Chen family had too many business ties with the Zhao family; he couldn’t afford to offend this spoiled heir. Among those present, only one person had the standing to stop him—and that man had already made his stance clear.

Which meant Ji Xia would have no choice but to leave with Zhao Kuo tonight.

Ji Xia also knew this. If he couldn’t cling to Fu Yuan’s thigh tonight, his fate would be the same as in his dream:

Zhao Kuo would imprison him in a small house, visiting only to vent his desires. Zhao Kuo wasn’t as perverse as Chen Chaofei—he wouldn’t beat him—but once Fu Su found out about his existence, Zhao Kuo had dragged a knife across his face in front of Fu Su, stripped him naked, shoved him into a car, and dumped him by the roadside.

In the dream, Zhao Kuo looked down at the huddled Ji Xia with cruel disdain. “Dare to seduce me? This is your punishment.”

Ji Xia knew he wasn’t clever. He couldn’t think of a better way to survive than to stubbornly repeat in a soft, slightly low voice: “I won’t be yours. I belong to Mr. Fu.”

“Congratulations, Host. Fu Yuan’s favorability +3.”

Ji Xia suddenly heard the system’s notification and felt a flicker of joy. He glanced hopefully at Fu Yuan.

The alpha lowered his eyes, dark and unreadable, his gaze fixed on the chips in front of him. His expression was cold and devoid of emotion.

Ji Xia’s brief happiness was dashed instantly.

He thought bitterly that the system’s favorability meter should really be shut off—it was never accurate.

Zhao Kuo hadn’t expected the omega to be so ungrateful. His patience ran out. If softness didn’t work, he would use force.

A trace of menace appeared between his brows. “You will be mine.”

He stood, turning to Chen Xi. “Send him to my room tonight. Everyone here, please do me the courtesy of keeping this quiet.”

Just then, a chair scraped back with a deep sound against the floor. A tall, striking alpha rose to his feet, instantly drawing every gaze in the room.

Fu Yuan extended a hand, long fingers closing around the bottle of water in Ji Xia’s grasp. Then, brushing past Ji Xia’s shoulder, he walked out.

Chen Xi was the first to react. He nudged Ji Xia, whispering, “Go on, follow him.”

Ji Xia blinked, still in a daze, but quickly realized following Mr. Fu was the best choice. He hurried after him.

“What do you mean by this, Fu Yuan?!”

Zhao Kuo roared, almost beside himself with fury.

Fu Yuan halted, turning his head slightly. “The water is mine. If Zhao Young Master wants to fight me for it, I’ll be glad to oblige.”

Zhao Kuo’s chest heaved with anger, but the man’s overwhelming aura pinned him down.

If this omega belonged to anyone else present, he could have snatched him without hesitation. But this man—he dared not.

The Fu and Qiu families were already powerhouses. Their only heirs had married, and Fu Yuan, their sole son, inherited everything. He merged both dynasties and, with ruthless methods, expanded them into an even greater empire.

The Fu conglomerate now had the power to crush the Zhao family with ease.

Yet Zhao Kuo couldn’t stand being humiliated in public. He couldn’t swallow this.

Just as he was about to explode, the overhead light buzzed, flickered, and went out.

Chen Xi wiped the sweat from his forehead. Thankfully, he had planned for this kind of situation.

Putting on a guilty look, he said, “My apologies—my staff were negligent, causing this failure. I’ll make sure to compensate everyone another time.”

The taut atmosphere loosened, and the crowd exhaled in relief.

As people grumbled at Chen Xi and began preparing to leave the card room, someone exclaimed, “This is too beautiful!”

Everyone turned toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Moonlight poured through, illuminating a small patch of space.

The boy stood bathed in silver glow, his pale skin carrying a faint sickly cast, his lips as red as fresh bl00d, strangely enchanting.

At first, his head was lowered. Then, sensing their stares, he looked up. A strange gleam of red flickered in the depths of his dark eyes, otherworldly, yet his expression remained innocent.

In the dim light, he seemed unreal, like a vampire from some Western urban legend—and everyone present would gladly offer him their bl00d.

Fu Yuan withdrew his gaze and walked on.

Ji Xia felt uncomfortable under so many stares, but the moment he saw Mr. Fu moving away, he quickly followed.

The card room fell silent before sighs of regret broke out.

“Such a uniquely beautiful omega. I’ve never seen one like him. What a shame—he’s already claimed.”

“Exactly. If I’d known earlier, I would’ve asked Chen Young Master to set him aside for me.”

“Ah, such a pity!”

Chen Xi laughed. “Don’t pity him. He’s taken. Unless you want to lose your life, don’t covet him.”

At that, a loud crash sounded from the corner. Zhao Kuo had kicked over a chair in fury before storming out, everyone quickly averting their eyes.

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Outside the villa, Fu Yuan got into his car. Ji Xia immediately slipped in beside him.

The engine started, and the car rolled forward. Ji Xia sighed in relief. He hadn’t been thrown out—what a blessing.

Fu Yuan glanced at his watch, then at Ji Xia. “There’s still one hour and forty-seven minutes left today. Yet I haven’t seen a single shred of value from you.”

Ji Xia thought he had safely muddled through. But Mr. Fu hadn’t forgotten. He scratched for an excuse. “I… I fetched water.”

Fu Yuan: “And got me into conflict with the Zhao heir.”

Ji Xia protested, “He’s afraid of you. He won’t dare cause trouble.”

Fu Yuan’s gaze lingered on the boy’s reddened ears. “A trivial task, and you’ve brought me a major nuisance. Keeping you around seems of little benefit.”

Ji Xia flushed with shame, but forced himself to insist, “I—I do have value! When I was little, I prayed with my neighbor brother holding my hand, and he drew a rare card right after. Another time, I brought the vegetables inside before a storm, and it started pouring rain the next moment. And then…”

He racked his brain, embellishing little childhood anecdotes with imagination, desperately trying to prove his worth.

Inside the quiet car, his soft, halting voice filled the night, making the darkness less lonely.

By the time they stepped into the villa, Ji Xia was still going. “Once, when I helped my third uncle harvest peanuts, I dug up the Super Peanut King…”

Fu Yuan stopped walking.

Ji Xia’s voice cut off like someone had pressed pause. He clutched at his clothes nervously, looking up at Fu Yuan with wide, clean eyes, waiting for judgment.

Instead, Fu Yuan asked, “What do you think of the manor?”

Ji Xia blinked, confused. He tentatively nodded—then, seeing Fu Yuan’s frown, quickly shook his head. “Not good.”

Fu Yuan: “Mm. Especially the food.”

Ji Xia bobbed his head eagerly. “Mm, mm, mm.”

Fu Yuan: …………

After a pause, he said, “Go make me some noodles.”

Relieved to be given another task, Ji Xia rushed to the kitchen. He bustled about frantically, afraid Mr. Fu might starve, and cooked up a big, heaping bowl.

Standing by nervously, he waited for a verdict.

Mr. Fu took one bite.

The system’s electronic voice rang in Ji Xia’s mind: “Warning. Favorability –5.”

Ji Xia froze: ………………

It’s over. QAQ