Guide To Lying Flat And Getting Rich As A Kept Alpha - Chapter 35

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In fact, Cheng Youqing had known about the development project in the east of the city from the very beginning through insider information. She had even considered the feasibility of participating long ago. However, at that time, the Cheng Group, which had started in furniture and appliances, was busy launching VCDs. Additionally, many companies had already secured internal deals through their connections, so she let the matter go.

When Luo Hetu brought it up again, Cheng Youqing mulled it over in her mind and, upon returning to the company, immediately assigned the task to her capable staff. Over the past few days, the company’s risk assessment department conducted an investigation and produced a preliminary plan.

Based on the group’s professional analysis, Luo Hetu’s vision for the future, while sounding a bit like a pipe dream, wasn’t entirely impossible.

However, the investment required was massive. If it failed, the Cheng Group could plummet from a top-tier company in Jiang City to an eighteenth-tier one, with no hope of recovery.

Cheng Youqing pondered for days. At today’s board meeting, she deftly deflected the directors’ criticisms of her personal life with subtle jabs and decisively presented a proposal that had been revised nearly ten times.

The meeting, which started at 2 p.m., dragged on until now. The directors argued fiercely, but Cheng Youqing countered every imagined difficulty with her sharp rhetoric. Her stance was clear: if they wanted to act, they had to seize the opportunity while their opponent was weak.

So tonight, it was merely a case of Cheng Youqing, exhausted from overusing her brain cells, finding the hesitant and wavering alpha amusing and deciding to tease her a little.

Luo Hetu, of course, was unaware of all this. She hurriedly stepped behind Cheng Youqing, worried she might change her mind. Cracking her knuckles, she didn’t hold back and began massaging Cheng Youqing’s shoulders and neck.

Cheng Youqing: “Hiss—”

“Oh, sorry!” Luo Hetu quickly eased up, gently kneading instead.

She had forgotten that an alpha’s strength could be overwhelming. She couldn’t be too rough—such a beautiful neck shouldn’t be harmed.

Cheng Youqing closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair. The alpha’s hands were steady and gentle enough. Initially, she had only meant to tease her, but after a few presses, she genuinely felt her shoulders and neck relax.

“You’ve got a knot here,” Luo Hetu said, rubbing the base of her neck. “This is called a dowager’s hump, isn’t it? As expected of a chairman, even your knots are so distinguished.”

Cheng Youqing: …

Though she didn’t know how to respond to Luo Hetu’s words, she found her touch genuinely comfortable and couldn’t help letting out a soft hum.

Luo Hetu’s hands paused.

Cheng Youqing slightly opened her eyes, letting out a short questioning sound at the interruption.

Luo Hetu resumed her massage.

Massaging just the shoulders wasn’t enough. Unable to resist, Cheng Youqing leaned forward onto the desk. “You can press a bit lower.”

Luo Hetu let out an “oh” and slowly moved her hands downward, kneading the slightly protruding shoulder blades.

Cheng Youqing was slender, her shoulder blades like delicate butterfly wings, with barely any flesh to them.

Her palms felt the warmth of her skin. From behind, Cheng Youqing’s neck looked incredibly delicate. With an alpha’s strength, it seemed like it could snap easily. In a daze, Luo Hetu felt that Cheng Youqing’s entire being was fragile, like she could break her with a single move. Lying on the desk, she suddenly seemed like a soft, adorable little animal.

The scent of Cheng Youqing’s pheromones reached her nose again. This little animal was like one lying on sun-warmed, soft cotton, lazily sleeping with its belly exposed.

This thought made Luo Hetu grow cautious. The more she continued, the less it felt like a massage and more like a gentle caress.

Cheng Youqing let out another soft hum.

Based on earlier experience, Luo Hetu ignored it and continued pressing her back.

At some point, Cheng Youqing turned her head, one hand grasping Luo Hetu’s wrist.

Her eyes were different—those clear, moon-like eyes were now misty, the corners slightly red.

Startled, Luo Hetu crouched down. “Did I hurt you?”

It was her first time massaging an omega. Omegas seemed so delicate and fragile, and she was terrified she’d accidentally caused pain with her clumsy hands.

But Cheng Youqing didn’t speak. Her eyes studied her for a moment before she bit her lip and said, “Why aren’t you reacting?”

Luo Hetu was confused.

“Let me see.” Cheng Youqing said, reaching out to touch her face.

Her ears were red, as if they could bleed, and the flush seemed to spread downward as Cheng Youqing’s hand brushed her face. Now, even her neck was turning red.

Cheng Youqing pursed her lips, somewhat satisfied, and let go.

“Carry me to the bedroom,” she said.

Worried that she might be unwell, Luo Hetu quickly scooped her up. The omega was light as a cloud.

She entered Cheng Youqing’s bedroom.

Unlike Luo Hetu’s warmly decorated room, this one had a cold color palette—dark cotton sheets, everything meticulously clean and orderly, with not a single unnecessary item.

In modern terms, it was probably what you’d call minimalist chic.

Luo Hetu placed Cheng Youqing on the bed and pulled the blanket over her. But the omega reached out again, grabbing her wrist.

“Luo Hetu.” Cheng Youqing said, her eyes fixed on her. “Besides… have you ever done it with anyone else?”

Luo Hetu was baffled. “Done what?”

Even if she tried to ignore it, the air was thick with the scent of Cheng Youqing’s pheromones. Luo Hetu’s throat, already struggling to stay composed, tightened, and she swallowed several times.

It was her first time encountering such a strong omega pheromone presence. She didn’t know if it would harm her body and was lost in chaotic thoughts, avoiding Cheng Youqing’s gaze.

But Cheng Youqing didn’t seem inclined to let her off. She held her wrist and said, “My heat seems to have started.”

Luo Hetu’s mind buzzed, her face flushing crimson from the nape of her neck.

“When we discussed marriage, we agreed that this is part of a wife’s duties.”

Luo Hetu finally met her gaze. Cheng Youqing’s eyes were even more intense than before, her cool exterior completely shed. She was more captivating than ever.

She gripped her wrist tightly, almost obsessively asking, “How many others have you been with?”

Luo Hetu’s throat bobbed. “No one. You know I’m a useless alpha.”

Cheng Youqing let out a small laugh. “Liar.”

Luo Hetu felt wronged. “You don’t believe me, so why ask? Besides you, who would want a useless alpha like me?”

Cheng Youqing sighed softly and pulled her onto the bed.

“You’ve at least done it once. Even if you didn’t fully mark anyone, you know a thing or two.”

“When did that happen?” Luo Hetu asked, bewildered.

Cheng Youqing narrowed her eyes, studying her for a long moment before letting go. She extended a slender leg from under her nightgown and kicked her hard:

“Then leave. I don’t want an alpha who’s been lying to me from the start.”

…

Luo Hetu was kicked out of bed by her wife.

Standing helplessly at the bedroom door, she replayed Cheng Youqing’s words, grasping at something but unable to make sense of it.

Cheng Youqing seemed convinced she’d been intimate with someone else, but the problem was, Luo Hetu genuinely believed she hadn’t.

Could it be that the original Luo Hetu, with her honest face and big eyes, was secretly more of a playboy than the current Luo Hetu?

Feeling conflicted—having always pitied the original owner as a tragic figure—Luo Hetu summoned her system, Xiao Tong, and asked, “Did Xiao Luo ever sleep with anyone?”

Xiao Tong yawned, perfectly mimicking her. “I don’t know. I’m just a system tied to the host. I don’t know anything about the original owner’s past.”

If even you don’t know, and the book doesn’t mention it, what’s the point of transmigrating?

Pacing at the bedroom door, rubbing her chin, she mulled over Cheng Youqing’s words. Suddenly, she recalled a dream she’d had.

She pieced together a possible answer, shocked by how absurd it seemed.

From the bedroom, Cheng Youqing’s faint, pained moans reached her. Knowing how unbearable a heat could be, and unsure if Cheng Youqing had suppressants in her room, Luo Hetu couldn’t just stand by after being brought home for 300,000 in pocket money.

She knocked on the door and pushed it open.

Cheng Youqing lay on the bed, looking somewhat helpless, her eyes dull as they glanced at her.

Luo Hetu’s heart jolted. Steeling herself, she walked to the bed, knelt on one knee, and gently caressed Cheng Youqing’s cheek, then cradled the back of her head.

Cheng Youqing looked at her. “Get out.”

“I lost my memory,” Luo Hetu said confidently. “My brain was damaged, so I don’t remember much from before. You can ask Chen Fang from Shanhe Tuling if you don’t believe me. I’m not lying—I really don’t know what I did before. But I know I’ve kept myself clean. I’ve never been intimate with anyone like this, except with you.”

Cheng Youqing stared at her, as if trying to discern which of her words were true.

“No one would like a useless alpha. I’m no good, and if anyone knew I was a useless alpha, they’d either mock me or covet my glands. Who would want to do anything with me?”

Luo Hetu’s hand continued to stroke her cheek and ear. The unbearable heat coursing through Cheng Youqing eased slightly. Though she claimed amnesia, her movements were strikingly similar to that night.

“Since we’re married, it’s my responsibility to help you through your heat. If you’re okay with it…”

Luo Hetu swallowed again, and Cheng Youqing only caught her final words: “If you don’t want this or if it hurts, tell me. I’ve never done this.”

You’ve never done this?

Cheng Youqing gritted her teeth as Luo Hetu nibbled her ear.

Luo Hetu was telling the truth—she hadn’t done this before. But in the modern world, she’d at least “seen how it’s done.” As someone aware of her orientation, she had a rough idea of what to do, even if she lacked practice.

She explored cautiously, and thankfully, Cheng Youqing’s reactions guided her like the best teacher.

The night stretched endlessly. It wasn’t just the omega lost in desire—Luo Hetu, too, was affected. The omega’s pheromones enveloped her, and though her alpha arms were strong, the overwhelming influence made her breath hot. She couldn’t help but try harder to please her.

“Tell me if it hurts.” Luo Hetu said softly, gazing at the dazed Cheng Youqing with unprecedented tenderness. “Or if it feels good, you can say that too.”

Cheng Youqing whimpered, biting her shoulder.

Luo Hetu didn’t know what a top-tier omega entailed until the night dragged on endlessly. Even as a physically capable alpha, her arms ached, yet Cheng Youqing, eyes still misty, clung to her back, nuzzling.

By dawn, Cheng Youqing finally fell into a deep sleep, not waking until the afternoon, missing even her assistant’s calls.

It had been a long time since she’d slept so soundly. Even after waking, she felt the lazy satisfaction of a good rest. When she returned her assistant’s call, she was calm and composed. Fortunately, there were no urgent company matters today. After hanging up, she sat for a while, feeling that Zhou Chenghuan hadn’t lied to her.

Compared to relying on suppressants or handling it herself, even a useless alpha could produce surprisingly good results.

Cheng Youqing glanced at Luo Hetu, sprawled on the bed, half her bare back exposed. Her skin was strikingly fair, with lean, elegant muscles. She was a beautiful, highly attractive alpha.

She was fast asleep, utterly still.

Cheng Youqing knew she must be exhausted. It wasn’t easy for her—a useless alpha, working so hard, likely unable to find much pleasure in the act. She leaned down, touched her back, pulled the blanket over her, and patted her head.

Though she was a bit clumsy, she had plenty of strength.

As she touched her head, Cheng Youqing suddenly frowned.

Luo Hetu was running a fever. And, perhaps it was her imagination, but the air was growing thick with the scent of an alpha’s pheromones, like trees after rain.

Cheng Youqing brushed aside her disheveled hair, revealing her neck. The gland of a useless alpha, usually smooth and barely distinct from the skin, was now red and swollen, looking alarming.