Guide To Lying Flat And Getting Rich As A Kept Alpha - Chapter 30

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Luo Hetu quietly high-fived her in her mind, though she wasn’t sure if the other party would be willing to reciprocate.

“Second, I want someone good-looking.”

“Third, I want a weak Alpha.”

Luo Hetu: “I can understand the first few conditions, but why a weak Alpha?”

“No particular reason, just personal preference.”

Luo Hetu thought her explanation was as good as none, and she might as well not have said anything.

“If I have to compliment you further, your physical condition is decent, your personality isn’t annoying, your looks aren’t bad, and I don’t mind your pheromones either. No family, no complicated background—everything suits me just fine. That’s about it.”

Cheng Youqing sipped her coffee, watching Luo Hetu slowly process her words. After about ten minutes, Luo Hetu finally spoke:

“Are you seriously saying you want to marry me? Like, actually get a marriage certificate?”

“Yes.”

“Then, what do I get out of it?”

Cheng Youqing, in a rare playful mood, teased, “Isn’t getting me enough?”

She gave a faint smile, and Luo Hetu, dazzled, quickly covered her eyes with her hand. “Don’t distract me. I’m trying to talk serious business here.”

How absurd—Luo Hetu, of all people, was having a serious conversation with Cheng Youqing.

Cheng Youqing stopped smiling and said, “I’ll give you a card. During our marriage, you can spend the money in it freely. If it’s not enough, I’ll top it up, though I’ll control the total amount to prevent you from doing anything too outrageous. You don’t have to do much—just act as my Alpha in the marriage, accompany me to events where a spouse is needed, attend family gatherings, things like that. Oh, and help me deal with my heat periods. In return, I’ll help you with yours.”

Luo Hetu let out an “oh.”

“Don’t act dissatisfied. Most ordinary couples live like this too. They might sweet-talk each other on the surface, but in reality, it’s all about these practical matters. The difference is that ordinary couples have to deal with chores and kids, but you and I don’t. For you, it’s just having a wife, gaining a substantial income for free, and fulfilling some obligations. That’s it.”

“So, do you agree, or do you need more time to think about it?”

Luo Hetu frowned slightly, looking at her seriously before asking, “How much money per month?”

Cheng Youqing paused. “My initial thought is 300,000 a year. I’ll cover your food, clothing, and other expenses. This is your pocket money. I’m giving you this much to keep you from getting spoiled.”

It was just pocket money from a wife after marriage, not a sugar-baby allowance. Over 20,000 a month was an incredibly high amount—enough to live very comfortably without doing any work.

She remembered something important and added, “Also, marriage is marriage. I don’t want to hear any rumors about you having an affair. If you fall for someone else, talk to me, and we can discuss divorce. But cheating is absolutely not allowed. No matter how tough things get for the Cheng family, dealing with you would still be within our means.”

Luo Hetu: “And what about you?”

“What?”

“I can’t cheat, but is that rule just for me, or does it apply to you too? I’ve heard rich people often keep lovers on the side.”

Cheng Youqing chuckled. “Of course, it only applies to you, not me.”

Luo Hetu pursed her lips.

Cheng Youqing found her amusing and continued, “But you can rest assured—I don’t have time to mess around with other Alphas.”

“Who knows? Maybe you’re a master of time management.” Luo Hetu muttered under her breath.

“If you can’t accept it, forget it.” Cheng Youqing said.

Luo Hetu struggled internally. Why was it that she couldn’t look for others, but Cheng Youqing could? And who would Cheng Youqing even look for? Where else could she find a handsome, beautiful, fit, obedient, and clean little Alpha? Where could she find one as clever as her?

The more she thought about it, the more her fire fizzled out. She was just a weak Alpha, after all—what more could she ask for? Cheng Youqing was a top-tier Omega, and the fact that she’d chosen Luo Hetu was already like her ancestors burning incense for her.

Luo Hetu’s head drooped. “Fine, but can I request that if you cheat once, you give me an extra 300,000?”

Cheng Youqing: …

“Fine.”

“And the money you give me is mine, right? Even if we divorce, it’s all mine?”

“Yes. If we do divorce, I’ll assess your performance and compensate you with things like a house or a car. I noticed you like running a shop, so I could also give you a storefront.”

She’d thought it through thoroughly. This deal was a guaranteed win for anyone, and Luo Hetu had no reason to refuse.

Especially because it was Cheng Youqing.

That reason alone was enough.

But if that were the only reason, Luo Hetu would worry that Cheng Youqing had been possessed or something. For Cheng Youqing to choose a girlfriend, it shouldn’t have been her turn no matter how you looked at it.

So, still unconvinced, she stared into Cheng Youqing’s eyes. “You’re serious? You’re not messing with me?”

“You pick the date for getting the certificate.” Cheng Youqing replied.

Luo Hetu pulled her household registration booklet from her pocket and slapped it on the wooden table. “Now.”

The sound was crisp, like a percussion note perfectly timed with the soft music flowing through the café.

Li Baitian’s business was doing well, so that day she treated everyone in the shop to a meal. She invited Luo Hetu, but Luo Hetu declined, saying she had something to do and told them to enjoy without her.

After the meal, Li Baitian packed some of the famous sauce-roasted duck from the National Restaurant, along with a few other dishes, and brought a bottle of good wine to Luo Hetu’s place.

It was already 8 p.m., and since Luo Hetu was single, Li Baitian didn’t even consider that she might not be home.

She left a message on Luo Hetu’s pager using her mobile phone, and it took a while for Luo Hetu to call back. Li Baitian said, “I’m buying you a mobile phone tomorrow. This is too much hassle—I can never get a hold of you.”

Luo Hetu: “No need for that.”

It wasn’t until Li Baitian saw her that she understood why.

Luo Hetu had a phone now.

“You finally splurged!” Li Baitian was thrilled. “I always thought you were so stingy, only knowing how to make money but not spend it. You barely buy nice clothes, always wearing T-shirts, shorts, and flip-flops while riding your bike. Such a waste of that pretty face.”

She stood at the door for a while, placed the food on the coffee table, poured some water from a glass bottle into a cup, drank it down, and caught her breath before asking, “So what made you decide to buy a mobile phone? Was it over 7,000?”

Luo Hetu: “Don’t know. My wife bought it.”

The air went still.

Luo Hetu had no intention of hiding it. Regardless of the reason for the marriage, she was married, not secretly married.

And her mood was complicated.

She couldn’t say she wasn’t happy—she was, in fact, very happy. On the way back, she’d refused a ride and walked a short distance, even stopping by the market to buy groceries to cook at home. Along the way, she thought things through. The red marriage certificate was tucked in her pocket, and she felt it was pretty great. Her wife was beautiful and rich, earning money outside and spending it on her. In modern terms, she could even go take care of a mistress’s postpartum recovery and still feel content.

Once she’d sorted out her thoughts, she felt lighter. So when she saw Li Baitian, this slightly spoiled rich girl who always acted indifferent to everything, looking like she’d been struck by lightning, Luo Hetu felt immensely amused. Her pent-up urge to share over the past few days had found a target, and Li Baitian had walked right into it.

No need to hold back.

At first, Li Baitian thought Luo Hetu was just talking about a girlfriend, but then came another bombshell:

“We got the certificate.”

And Li Baitian’s brain crashed again.

Since they’d already been drinking, and with the excitement of gossip while eating, they inevitably drank more. That night, Li Baitian ended up staying over at Luo Hetu’s place.

About her wife, Luo Hetu only said she was beautiful and rich, and from now on, she’d live as a kept woman.

“‘Kept woman’ is for someone being supported. You’re married, so you can’t call yourself that.” Li Baitian, finally snapping out of it, said seriously to Luo Hetu.

“Then what should I call it?”

“Let me think… a ‘kept Alpha,’ maybe? In normal Alpha-Omega marriages, the Alpha works outside, the Omega manages the home, and the kids take the Alpha’s surname. But with your wife being rich and supporting you, you’re more like a ‘kept Alpha.’”

She already considered Luo Hetu a friend and, after saying it, worried she might have upset her.

Luo Hetu was quiet for a moment before suddenly chuckling. “Kept Alpha’s good.”

What was so good about it?

“Being kept is great,” Luo Hetu said, inexplicably happy, rolling over. “I’m going to sleep.”

Li Baitian couldn’t figure out what was so great about it, even as she fell asleep.

The next morning, as Li Baitian finished washing up and prepared to head to the shop, she heard the shrill ring of Luo Hetu’s brick-like phone.

Luo Hetu answered, responding with soft “mm-hmms” and ending with a gentle “okay” that was as tender as could be.

Li Baitian: …

Li Baitian: “Was that your wife?”

Luo Hetu: “How’d you know?”

How’d I know?

Li Baitian hadn’t expected this friend, who seemed indifferent to everything and only cared about making money, to have such a day. Her curiosity about meeting Luo Hetu’s wife grew stronger.

“When are you guys having the wedding?”

“Don’t know. Up to her.”

“…Have you met her family? Do they approve?”

“Nope. That’s up to her too. She’ll take me to meet them when it’s time.”

Li Baitian: “Fine, can I at least treat you two to dinner? I haven’t even met your wife.”

Luo Hetu: “That depends on her schedule too. She’s super busy. And why does my wife need to meet you?”

Li Baitian: …

Forget it. She left. This single Alpha getting a wife sure made her more infuriating than ever.

Cheng Youqing called Luo Hetu to tell her to get ready—she had some free time today and was taking her shopping for clothes.

When Luo Hetu got into the car, the assistant in the front seat carefully observed this Alpha who had suddenly become the chairman’s kept spouse.

A cotton T-shirt similar to yesterday’s, long pants, canvas shoes, and long hair neatly tied into a braid at the ends. Her lips were red, her teeth white, and she looked likable, clean, and fresh.

That was about it.

The assistant glanced at Cheng Youqing, who was reviewing documents with her head down. Dressed in a suit with light makeup and a single stud in her ear, her appearance and demeanor were impeccable.

The assistant couldn’t see how they matched. Though she’d known Boss Luo for a while, the fact that these two were married—even after a night to process—was still hard to accept.

Even more shocking, the Cheng family didn’t know yet.

The assistant couldn’t imagine what kind of storm awaited the chairman. But the chairman herself seemed far too calm, almost nonchalant. Even yesterday, during the marriage certificate photo, Boss Luo didn’t know how to smile, and it was only Cheng Youqing’s gentle smile that gave the photo a hint of blissful compatibility.