Guide To Lying Flat And Getting Rich As A Kept Alpha - Chapter 40

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When Luo Hetu woke up again, it was already afternoon.

She was starving. Wrapping herself in the blanket, she sat up, finding the room empty.

Rubbing her hair, she suddenly felt a bit lonely. Sure enough, Cheng Youqing had left after their night together, not even bothering to stay a little longer to comfort her, despite how sore her teeth felt.

Just as she pouted and stared blankly at the sky outside, Cheng Youqing entered the bedroom.

She had changed into clothes for going out, her makeup flawless and her hair meticulously styled. Unlike the intense, almost clingy look in her eyes from last night—or rather, this morning—her gaze was now cool and composed. She walked to the bedside in her high heels, leaned down, and gently kissed Luo Hetu’s cheek.

All the little grievances in Luo Hetu’s heart vanished as if they had never existed. She tilted her head, staring at Cheng Youqing’s strikingly beautiful face.

“I’m heading to work. Put on some clothes—you can’t keep lounging like this, or you’ll catch a cold.” Cheng Youqing said, ruffling Luo Hetu’s hair after the kiss.

Then she left, her slender waist swaying, the sound of her high heels clicking heavily yet pleasantly on the wooden floor.

It wasn’t until long after the front door downstairs closed that Luo Hetu snapped out of her daze. She got out of bed, naked, to take a shower, then put on clothes and personally changed the bedsheets, tossing the used ones into an old-fashioned washing machine.

The entire afternoon, she sat in the study basking in the sunlight, lost in thought until the sun set. Only then did she come to her senses, patting her head.

Something’s wrong with me. I’m starting to lose it.

Though she was lazy, she was the kind of lazy that still made money. Her computer was full of high-paying hacking jobs she hadn’t taken, yet she had spent the entire afternoon daydreaming.

She paced around the study a few times, her mind buzzing with thoughts she didn’t know who to share with. At that moment, she missed Ye Qingzhu more than ever.

That evening, Cheng Youqing returned late. Thankfully, she still remembered to eat dinner. Aunt Wang brought out soup and freshly made pancakes with a smile, and Cheng Youqing asked if Luo Hetu was asleep.

“Miss Luo just got back too.” Aunt Wang said.

Cheng Youqing paused mid-motion. Got back so late?

After dinner, Cheng Youqing went upstairs and saw Luo Hetu intensely focused on her computer, looking no different from the internet-addicted teens at Sike Internet Café.

“Did you go out today?” she asked.

“Yeah, had some things to take care of.” Luo Hetu replied. Seeing Cheng Youqing return, she held back for a moment but couldn’t resist. She stood up with a smile and approached her.

Cheng Youqing hummed in acknowledgment, patting Luo Hetu’s cheek as she came closer. “Don’t stay up too late. Get some rest. And don’t come back so late next time. If you need a car, ask Xiao Zhang, or I can arrange a driver for you.”

“No need. I’m used to riding my bike.”

Cheng Youqing didn’t press further. She gave Luo Hetu one last look before returning to her own bedroom.

That single glance sent Luo Hetu’s mind spinning in circles. She remembered to message a client in Arabic, asking for detailed information, then logged off, shut down her computer, and headed to Cheng Youqing’s bedroom.

Another night passed.

By the time Luo Hetu’s teeth ached again, her face was buried in the crook of Cheng Youqing’s neck, clinging to her tightly.

Cheng Youqing’s hand rested on the back of her head, chuckling softly. “There’s nothing left, so why are you still clinging to me?”

“Hmph.” Luo Hetu grumbled unhappily. “When I was a useless Alpha, you never said things like that. You really do prefer useless Alphas, don’t you? You don’t like me.”

Cheng Youqing’s laughter rumbled in her chest, prompting Luo Hetu to bury her head even lower.

She tugged at Luo Hetu’s ear. “What are you jealous about? Of course I like useless Alphas. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have chosen you.”

“See? You’re still upset that I differentiated. You don’t care about me anymore. You just want to replace me.”

Luo Hetu rolled over, turning her back to Cheng Youqing.

She was angry now.

It didn’t matter if Cheng Youqing didn’t coax her.

But Cheng Youqing did. She pressed herself against Luo Hetu’s back, her touch soft and warm in a way that was impossible to describe accurately. Luo Hetu’s heart pounded, but she resisted the urge to turn around and hug her.

That afternoon, she had thought about many things. Besides thinking about Cheng Youqing, she had been pondering what their relationship really was.

As someone who took love and relationships seriously, Luo Hetu wasn’t one to jump into something lightly. When Cheng Youqing had proposed marriage, she’d initially thought it was absurd. If it had been any other woman, she would’ve advised her to live her own life and not treat such matters as a game—or at least, not to involve her in the game.

But with Cheng Youqing, she had hesitated for half a day and, against all odds, found herself swayed.

It wasn’t until today that she realized something she’d been ignoring: if she hadn’t already had feelings for Cheng Youqing deep down, she wouldn’t have agreed so easily.

As a pure-hearted little Alpha—truly pure-hearted, even across two lifetimes—she had been platonic one day and overwhelmed by pheromones the next after marrying Cheng Youqing. She, who had never indulged in such desires in either lifetime, had fallen headfirst for Cheng Youqing, a calm, self-assured Omega CEO who always knew what she wanted and acted with purpose.

She had even complained about Chun Yuyan treating her like a tool, but in Cheng Youqing’s eyes, wasn’t she just a tool to satisfy desires?

She wasn’t stupid—she should’ve known this long ago. So why had she spent the whole afternoon thinking about her?

Every frown on Cheng Youqing’s face, every subtle twitch at the corner of her eyes, the uncontrollable adoration in her gaze influenced by pheromones, the way she leaned in wanting more—all these moments lingered in Luo Hetu’s mind for a long time.

She knew she shouldn’t feel this way, but she couldn’t help it. As a pure-hearted little Alpha newly infatuated with an Omega she liked, it was only natural. But she also felt that Cheng Youqing might not truly like her.

At that moment, Cheng Youqing pressed against her back, her body heat spreading unguardedly from Luo Hetu’s back to every part of her body. With a voice that was slightly hoarse from overuse but still pleasant, she teased, “Why are you still upset? Call me something sweet, and I’ll hold you while we sleep.”

So Luo Hetu, pouting but lacking any backbone, turned around, buried her face in Cheng Youqing’s neck, and mumbled “sister” in a sulky tone.

Luo Hetu wasn’t someone who dwelled in dead ends. That afternoon, she had met with an editor from Southern Publishing House and visited her various businesses. Her life had purpose. Whether she married Cheng Youqing out of infatuation or because, like any ordinary person, she secretly admired a powerful female CEO and agreed to a contract marriage out of unattainable love, she had willingly taken a bite of the swan meat as a toad. She had no complaints.

If she didn’t place herself in a position she didn’t belong, she wouldn’t have the troubles of wanting more than she should.

Cheng Youqing’s willingness to be with her like this was already a gift from the heavens. So what if she was a tool? If she could ease the desires of the person she liked, make her happy, and help her sleep well, Luo Hetu was more than satisfied. What more could she want?

That said, as a pure-hearted little Alpha, she wasn’t above taking advantage when she could.

For instance, hugging her lawful wife, calling her “sister” again, and soothing her until her teeth no longer ached.

Top-tier Alphas were often insatiable, but Luo Hetu seemed naturally able to endure. When she noticed Cheng Youqing’s unsatisfied squirming, she mimicked her tone: “Sister, you should say something sweet too.”

Compared to top-tier Alphas, top-tier Omegas seemed even harder to control when it came to their desires.

Cheng Youqing’s eyes were red at the corners, glistening with unshed tears from unfulfilled longing as she looked at Luo Hetu.

How could Luo Hetu say anything harsh? She could only comfort her while coaxing her to say something sweet.

Boss Xiao Luo always had her principles. If Cheng Youqing didn’t play by her rules, she’d just bite the pillow instead.

In the end, Cheng Youqing did say something sweet—she called her “Hetu.” But Luo Hetu wasn’t satisfied, because Chun Yuyan called her “Hetu” all the time too, to the point she almost wanted to change her name.

Luo Hetu kissed Cheng Youqing’s gland. “Sister, how about a different name? Hmm?”

Cheng Youqing’s sensitive gland responded to her touch, her entire body trembling with desire.

“Luo Luo…”

Luo Hetu thought it was decent enough—better than “Tu Tu,” at least. Her ears weren’t that big.

Having received her reward, Cheng Youqing was on the verge of tears, clinging tightly to Luo Hetu, unwilling to let go. She wrapped her arms around Luo Hetu’s neck, offering her lips. “Hurry up.”

Luo Hetu lowered her gaze, catching the infatuated look in Cheng Youqing’s eyes, influenced by pheromones. Hiding the small spark of joy in her heart, she leaned in, her canines sinking deeply into the flushed gland.

On Sunday morning, a beautiful woman dressed in trendy clothes, with a charming appearance and a likable smile, walked into the main branch of Sunday Audio-Visual.

She wore a beaded bracelet and, after looking around, asked the clerk, “Where’s Li Baitian?”

“The boss isn’t here right now. Can I help you with something?” the clerk replied politely.

Luo Hetu hadn’t been to the store in a while. If they were short on discs, Li Baitian would call her directly. If Luo Hetu had time, she’d deliver them herself; if not, she’d send Xiao Liu to do it.

Now that she had handed most of her businesses to others, Luo Hetu was finally free, apart from taking on occasional hacking jobs that earned her anywhere from a few thousand to tens of thousands. With some time on her hands, she decided to check in on Li Baitian.

Sunday Audio-Visual was bustling with customers, but surprisingly, the boss wasn’t around.

Leaning against the counter, Luo Hetu pulled out a newly released silver mobile phone and called Li Baitian.

Less than half an hour later, Li Baitian returned, visibly excited to see her. “My God, I thought you didn’t just get married but got kidnapped! How could you not show up for so long?!”

Luo Hetu scratched her cheek, feeling a bit embarrassed. Her absence wasn’t entirely due to marriage—she had been busy with the internet café and hadn’t come by as often.

She pulled a box out of her bag. “Here, a new phone model. Much smaller than those big bricks. It’ll be easier to stay in touch.”

Li Baitian took it, glanced at the time, and grabbed her sleeve. “Come on, let’s go eat.”

“Hey, you were just calling me out, but you’re the one playing absentee boss!”

“Who’s as smart as you? I’ve realized recently that real businesspeople know how to delegate.”

Luo Hetu praised her. “Well, well, you’re learning.”

They went to a hotpot restaurant.

Finally getting a chance to catch up, Li Baitian had a ton to say to Luo Hetu.

From the moment Luo Hetu appeared, her identity had been a mystery. Whatever business she touched turned to gold, with her sharp instincts and endless ideas. She hadn’t hidden from Li Baitian that she’d opened Sike Internet Café in the northern part of the city. At first, Li Baitian didn’t get it—opening an internet café was expensive, easily costing over a million. The internet was a new thing, and no one knew how the market would react. Most people wouldn’t have the guts to invest that much.

But Sike Internet Café became an overnight sensation in Jiang City, just like the wildly popular Shanhe Tuling and Qianbao. It was a hit among university students and anyone in Jiang City curious about the internet and computers, even making headlines in the Jiang City Daily.

Priced at 40 yuan per hour, it was packed from morning to night, practically printing money. The success sparked interest in the industry, but the high upfront costs meant few could actually open a café. Sike Internet Café firmly held the top spot in Jiang City, making others green with envy.

Li Baitian, who read newspapers and magazines daily and talked business with experienced family members, was starting to feel unsatisfied with just running an audio-visual store. She had a hunch that, though the internet was new and its uses limited, it was a way to share data instantly without cost. If one day computers became commonplace in households, could people watch movies and music videos online, eliminating the need for tapes and discs?

This bold idea had her scratching her head in excitement. She’d been dying to talk to Luo Hetu about it, but after her marriage, Luo Hetu had been off the radar. Li Baitian didn’t even know where she lived. Now, seeing her looking healthy—better than ever, even—she couldn’t help but tease, “What’s with you? Got a wife and now you’re strutting around like a peacock in full display?”