After Clinging to a Big Shot, the Pitiful Omega Got Pregnant - Chapter 16

Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, leaving clusters of small golden spots on the bedroom floor. On the nightstand, red roses bloomed vividly, their petals glistening with dew, reflecting the figure of the person sleeping on the bed.

Ji Xia’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and a moment later he woke up.

Rubbing his drowsy eyes, his vision slowly cleared. He stared blankly at the ornate ceiling lamp for several seconds. Suddenly, he bolted upright from the bed, glancing around in terror. His heart jolted—this was an unfamiliar place.

Memories of last night’s encounter with Chen Chaofei surfaced, and Ji Xia felt a chill pierce to the bone.

After being overwhelmed by pheromones, everything had turned into a haze. His recollection of what happened afterward was fragmented and blurred. He only remembered… it seemed like he had been…

His eyelashes shook violently. Trembling, he reached up to touch his gland—and felt the thing that filled him with dread. There was a bite mark on it.

In an instant, all the color drained from his face, his body plummeting into an icy abyss.

He had been marked.

Ji Xia knew well: when an Omega was marked by an Alpha, it meant the Omega would be bound to that Alpha for life, enslaved to their pheromones.

In the dream, Ji Xia had been marked three times.

He hated those Alphas who had imprisoned him, yet every time his heat came, he had knelt like a dog, begging for their scraps.

His eyes instantly reddened. So, no matter how hard he tried, fate still dragged him back into the same storyline. He had been marked by Chen Chaofei, and just like in the dream, was he going to be locked away again?

Ji Xia’s face was pale as paper, his thoughts a chaotic storm. The memories of those terrifying days and nights in the dream made his spine run cold.

If the rest of his life was already predestined, then what was the point of living?

In that moment, the thought of death crossed his mind.

His gaze shifted toward the half-open window.

His mind conjured the memory of himself standing at the bakery counter, packaging bread for customers. Owning a small bakery in a quiet town—that had always been his dream.

But reality was merciless. No matter how desperately he struggled, no matter how hard he fought, he could never reach that place.

A tear slipped down the corner of his eye, followed by another, and another, unstoppable.

He had known from a young age that crying was the most useless thing—it solved nothing, and only delighted abusers even more. He furiously wiped his tears away, telling himself not to give up. As long as he was alive, there was still hope.

He thought of Fu Yuan. That vague, fleeting notion of hope finally had something to cling to.

Ji Xia didn’t know if Fu Yuan would look for him after his disappearance, but at least he could ask him for help. Then he realized with disappointment—he didn’t even have Fu Yuan’s contact information.

But another thought came—he could contact Dr. Chen first and ask him to reach out to Fu Yuan.

His dim eyes lit up again. He sat up and searched around the bedside. Finally, he spotted his phone on the nightstand.

His heart lifted. He stretched out his hand to grab it—when the door suddenly clicked open.

The sound of the door froze him in place like a frightened rabbit. His wide, terrified eyes slowly turned toward the doorway.

And then, when he saw who had entered, Ji Xia couldn’t describe the flood of emotions that seized him. One thought blazed in his mind: if gods truly existed in this world, then surely they looked like this man.

“Where do you feel unwell?”

Fu Yuan saw how pale the Omega looked, and his brows furrowed slightly as he asked.

Ji Xia’s wide, glassy eyes stared at the Alpha, dumbstruck. When Fu Yuan approached, Ji Xia tentatively reached out and touched the back of his hand. The warmth of his skin confirmed—this wasn’t a dream. This was real.

His throat tightened, his voice hoarse as he asked, “Was it you, Mr. Fu… who saved me last night?”

Fu Yuan studied the little Omega for a moment and answered, “Yes. Last night you went into false heat. The situation was urgent, so I marked you temporarily without your consent.”

The words were so heavy Ji Xia’s sluggish brain whirred clumsily through several turns before grasping them. The despair on his face shattered into shock—he had been marked by Mr. Fu!

Fu Yuan observed his shifting expression and added, “I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. But if I had used suppressants, it would have damaged your glands.”

Ji Xia immediately shook his head furiously, like a rattle-drum. “No, no. If it’s Mr. Fu… I felt very comfortable.”

“Congratulations, host. Fu Yuan’s favorability +10.”

Fu Yuan cleared his throat softly. “Rest well. I still have work. If you need anything, call the butler.”

He turned to leave, then paused mid-step. Turning back, he stretched out his hand. “Your phone.”

Though confused, Ji Xia obediently handed it over.

Fu Yuan tapped a few things and handed it back. “My number. If anything happens you can’t handle, call me.”

Ji Xia’s heart leapt. “O-okay. Thank you, Mr. Fu.”

After Fu Yuan left, Ji Xia stared at the string of digits. He couldn’t stop the smile tugging at his lips.

This was his lifeline. After saving the number under “Mr. Fu,” he thought for a moment, then decided it was safer to memorize it too. He spent more than ten minutes, reciting it dozens of times, until it was etched deep into his memory.

Once done, he instinctively opened WeChat. Immediately, the app notified him of a new contact from his address book.

Carefully, Ji Xia tapped to send a friend request.

But after waiting a while with no acceptance, a tiny pang of disappointment stirred in him.

Returning to his messages, he noticed several missed calls from Dr. Chen yesterday, around the same time he had entered the bar.

The place had been too noisy then, so he hadn’t heard them.

Quickly, he sent a message assuring Dr. Chen he was fine.

The next moment, his phone buzzed—a video call from Chen Xi.

Ji Xia accepted.

“My precious baby, you almost scared me to death!”

Chen Xi’s unshaven, haggard face nearly filled the screen, dark circles stark beneath his eyes. “Look at me, just look at me—what state you’ve put me in!”

Knowing he’d worried him by following Xu Ancheng into the bar on his own, Ji Xia lowered his head and whispered an apology. “I’m sorry.”

Seeing him so earnest, Chen Xi couldn’t even be angry anymore. Truthfully, he had only ever been worried, not mad. “Next time you cannot act on your own, understand? If it happens again, my little life will be over. Sure, Chen Chaofei deserved what he got, but it was terrifying, you know?”

At the mention of that name, Ji Xia flinched instinctively, nausea surging.

His voice trembled slightly. “W-what… what happened to Chen Chaofei?”

Chen Xi exaggerated dramatically: “Both hands crippled, stripped naked and dumped on the street! And that’s not even the worst part—the worst part is that after the videos of him spread worldwide, he got dragged off to work the sewing machines in prison. President Fu is ruthless!”

Ji Xia quickly defended, “He committed crimes, punishment is only right. Mr. Fu was just protecting me.”

Chen Xi sighed. “But the price of his protection wasn’t small. Fu Yuan has now completely torn things open with his stepfather. And that man isn’t without power—he’s got a fertile son as a bargaining chip, which puts Fu Yuan at a disadvantage. The old patriarch of the family has stayed neutral on the inheritance issue, but if Fu Yuan keeps refusing to yield, the old man might throw his support behind Jian Qinghe’s side. When that happens, things will be very hard for Fu Yuan.”

Ji Xia thought of how Fu Su had already secured Xu Ancheng’s promise. He would likely acquire that piece of land soon. But there was still a chance. Tonight’s charity banquet—he would try to win Xu Ancheng over.

“I’ll help Mr. Fu,” Ji Xia said firmly. “I’ll find a way to secure that land.”

Chen Xi frowned. “I heard Fu Su’s already cozied up to Xu Ancheng. That land is a lost cause. Don’t worry though, opportunities will come again. We’ll just do better next time.”

“Dr. Chen,” Ji Xia insisted, “please take me to tonight’s charity banquet. I want to try again.”

Remembering Fu Yuan’s warning, Chen Xi dared not take such risks. He hesitated, then said vaguely, “Ah… Summer, I might not be able to take you tonight. Something came up.”

Ji Xia pressed his lips together. “Alright. Then I’ll find another way.”

Chen Xi instantly recalled the time Ji Xia had risked his life to enter the Fu estate. He sighed and gave in. “Okay, okay! I’ll take you. But you must stay with me at all times—no wandering off, understood?”

Ji Xia nodded eagerly.

Then, lowering his voice conspiratorially, Chen Xi asked, “So, Summer… how did it feel, being marked by a top Alpha?”

The sudden question made Ji Xia’s ears burn crimson. He didn’t want to answer. But under Chen Xi’s repeated prodding, he stammered vaguely, “I… I wasn’t very clear-headed at the time. I didn’t really feel anything.”

Chen Xi groaned dramatically. “That’s such a shame. Being marked feels almost the same as… you know, sleeping together. It’s supposed to feel amazing.”

Ji Xia’s entire face turned scarlet at the brazen words.

“Summer,” Chen Xi continued, “you just differentiated into an Omega, so you probably don’t know much about the biology, right? Let me educate you. You know Omegas go into heat once a month, yes?”

Having an Alpha explain Omega physiology felt strange, but Chen Xi was a doctor, and Ji Xia truly needed to understand. He nodded reluctantly.

“Omega’s heat cycle is also called estrus—you know what that means?” Chen Xi pressed.

Ji Xia’s face flamed like a tomato, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“If an Omega has no Alpha partner, suppressants can be used during heat. But a marked Omega can’t. Once marked, an Omega must receive their Alpha’s bite again, or have s3x with them, in order to ease the heat. Otherwise, it’s worse than death.”

Ji Xia’s lashes quivered lightly.

“I did the math,” Chen Xi went on. “Your first heat will come at the end of next month. Since you’ve already been marked, suppressants won’t work on you. You’ll need Fu Yuan to remark you, or else…”

Ji Xia hastily cut him off before he could finish the sentence. Flustered, he said, “I know. When the time comes, I’ll ask Mr. Fu for a supplementary mark.”

Chen Xi smirked knowingly. “Baby, going to bed with him works too.”

Ji Xia’s hand jerked as he instantly hung up the call, face burning.