The Black Lotus Wife Forces Me to Pretend to Be an Omega. - Chapter 1

Autumn veiled the sky, the wind rustled through the eaves, and ginkgo leaves drifted down like silver rain.

In a villa in the southern district of Jincheng, two women sat facing each other.

Actress Li Fanshuang wore a black casual tracksuit, gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. Occasionally, she’d push them up with a slender finger, her cool gaze flickering behind the reflective lenses.

Opposite her, Luo Xiaoxiao nervously twisted the fabric of her dress between her fingers, the pretty little skirt now wrinkled from her fidgeting.

Luo raised her head with a pout, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she looked at Li. “Do I… really have to wear this?”

“What’s wrong?” Li’s eyes swept over Luo’s outfit. “Is there a problem?”

“No problem,” Luo murmured, lowering her gaze to avoid meeting those piercing eyes.

In her heart, she grumbled: Other than this skirt being shorter than my lifespan, there’s absolutely no problem.

“Good. Don’t tug at it when the crew arrives for filming.” Li’s disapproving gaze lingered on the wrinkles Luo had made in the skirt.

Luo stood up, the white hem fluttering with her movement—letting in a draft of cold air.

This must be what they mean by “wind blowing up your skirt.”

“Teacher Li, it’s too short. Can’t I wear pants?” Luo couldn’t take it anymore. In both this life and her previous one, she’d never worn skirts.

Li’s phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously. “What did you call me?”

Luo shrank back. “W-wife…”

She cursed Li inwardly: Damn capitalist! Just wait until I make my comeback and become the boxing champion—see if you dare treat me like this then!

Her hands unconsciously went to the hem again. Who designed something this short anyway? Is my butt actually covered?

The awkward fidgeting looked rather foolish to Li—but also somewhat endearing.

Definitely more adorable than when she’d first heard about the 50 million yuan marriage contract a week ago.

Li stepped forward and patted Luo’s cheek. “No pants allowed.”

What?! What kind of outrageous demand is that?!

Luo’s heart screamed in protest, but she didn’t dare voice it.

Which bastard had sent her into this insane novel anyway?

System!

Hello?

No response came.

With an internal sigh, Luo put on her most pitiful expression again, biting her lower lip delicately. “Wife, if you say things like that… I might misunderstand.”

Amused by this shy act, Li lifted Luo’s chin with a slender finger. “Behave. Remember our agreed script, and I’ll let you wear pants. Otherwise…”

Leaning close to whisper in Luo’s ear, her voice dropped to a warning growl: “I’ll have you wearing nothing underneath.”

Luo shuddered. What the hell? What does that mean? Was that in the contract? We agreed on performance, not selling my body!

“Teacher Li?” she ventured timidly.

Before she could continue, a dangerous glint flashed in Li’s eyes as she gripped Luo’s chin. “What did you call me? You really won’t listen, will you?”

Li gritted her teeth. If this act fell apart in front of the cameras, all her efforts would be wasted.

“Wife,” Luo whimpered, looking up with the innocent eyes of a pure white flower. “I… I’m not that kind of girl…”

Luo Xiaoxiao was on the verge of tears—if only she’d finished reading that novel.

The exhausting ABO setting was bad enough, but she’d even been reborn as a frail Alpha.

The original owner was a real piece of work too—to make money, she’d pretended to be an Omega and scammed Li Fanshuang.

But that national-level Alpha Li Fanshuang’s money was practically burning hot!

Oh god, was her first meeting with her about to end in… that?

Damn you, original owner—give me back my ransom money!

What was Li Fanshuang’s character setting again? Completely forgotten!

Luo Xiaoxiao trembled slightly, her mind racing with thoughts of how to resist if the other woman forced herself on her.

But a glance at Li Fanshuang’s overwhelming presence, then at her own delicate frame, made her take a deep breath.

Her gaze lingered on Li Fanshuang’s impossibly exquisite face—honestly, it wouldn’t be a total loss.

“What do you think I’m here for? Hmm?” Li Fanshuang smirked—was this little thing getting the wrong idea?

Luo Xiaoxiao sniffled, putting on an expression of heroic sacrifice. “If my wife needs it, I… wouldn’t refuse—”

“Not allowed.” Li Fanshuang released her chin, eyes turning cold. “Have you forgotten our contract? No physical intimacy.”

“Huh?” Luo Xiaoxiao blinked. You could’ve said that earlier—you scared me half to death!

Of course, Li Fanshuang couldn’t hear her thoughts. She leaned in again. “You’re just a contractual marriage partner. Don’t get any ideas.”

“That’s a relief.” Luo Xiaoxiao patted her chest lightly at the domineering CEO line.

Her expression relaxed for a second—mustn’t break character!—before she quickly resumed her pitiful act. “I mean, whatever you say, dear. I’ll obey.”

Li Fanshuang scoffed and looked away. She’d seen plenty of Omegas like this—if not for needing to hide her identity, she’d never have married so carelessly.

If this girl hadn’t been so easy to control, Li Fanshuang would never have picked such a mercenary person.

Her eyes trailed over Luo Xiaoxiao’s outfit again—the girl kept tugging at that pitifully short skirt, her slender pale thighs flashing with every movement.

Li Fanshuang couldn’t take it. What kind of Omega didn’t know how to wear a skirt properly?

“Stop pulling at it.” She couldn’t watch anymore, pulling out her phone to open a shopping app. “Here’s some pocket money.”

“Payment received: 100,000 yuan!”

How much?!

Luo Xiaoxiao’s eyes sparkled. “Li… darling~, you’re so good to me~”

And why wouldn’t she be? In this godforsaken world, her bank account hadn’t come along—the original owner’s wallet was as empty as her conscience, with less than 3,000 yuan to her name and not a single decent outfit.

Gazing gratefully at her sugar mommy, Luo Xiaoxiao mentally apologized to Li Fanshuang several times—sorry, I totally pegged you as a cheapskate.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Li Fanshuang shifted uncomfortably under those dewy eyes—this little thing hadn’t been like this a few days ago.

“Giving you money was so you could dress yourself up, not for me to come up with looks for you. I spend money hiring stylists and buying clothes for you, yet you’re still unsatisfied. Didn’t I give you 5 million just two days ago? Why haven’t you used it to buy clothes?”

Li Fanshuang’s words made Luo Xiaoxiao’s lips twitch uncontrollably. Five million?

“It’s only been three days. You couldn’t have spent it all already, could you?” Li Fanshuang frowned at her. The girl’s expression didn’t seem fake—could finance really have failed to transfer the money?

Holy sh1t! The original owner was once again being metaphorically drawn and quartered in Luo Xiaoxiao’s heart. That was 5 million!

In this world, forget 5 million—even 500 steamed buns would take her more than three days to finish.

What kind of man-eating flower was the original owner to have spent it all so quickly? How did she not burst from gluttony?

“Right? I…” What should I say? Luo Xiaoxiao’s mind raced as she unconsciously bit her lip.

Should I tell her I got scammed because I didn’t download the anti-fraud app? Or that I have a mom hanging on by a thread, waiting for a kidney transplant?

That was 5 million—even if it were a scam, there’d have to be some process involved, right?

Seeing her troubled expression, Li Fanshuang thought of Luo Xiaoxiao’s pitiable background. “Did you use it for your mom’s kidney transplant?”

Luo Xiaoxiao’s eyes stung, nearly brimming with tears of emotion. She covered her face and turned away, quickly composing herself. Oh my god, the original owner actually had a mom needing a kidney transplant?

Damn it, why didn’t she inherit the original owner’s memories?

“Don’t worry. I’ve already transferred your mom to the VIP ward at Central Hospital,” Li Fanshuang said.

She wanted to pat her shoulder, but this was a sensitive topic.

Their relationship was purely contractual, after all.

Li Fanshuang, an Omega herself, sighed inwardly. Even if Luo Xiaoxiao was a bit mercenary, she was still a pitiable kid. With that thought, she opened a shopping app again.

“I’ll give you some more money.” After all, she needed to maintain this relationship with money. Luo Xiaoxiao needed it and occasionally giving her a little incentive would make her more diligent.

“Wifey~” Luo Xiaoxiao turned around, covering her mouth to keep her unrestrained grin hidden.

Suppressing her laughter made her voice sound oddly strained. “How could I possibly accept this?”

Well? Transfer it already! Why are you just standing there? And while you’re at it, tell me where my mom is?

Wait, what’s my mom’s name again?

Li Fanshuang found Luo Xiaoxiao even more pitiable now. “Hold on, I have the doctor’s diagnosis here. They said your mom’s condition has improved a lot.”

Ding—

Luo Xiaoxiao opened WeChat and finally saw her mom’s name.

Luo Jing.

She clicked her tongue. What an interesting name—literally “two” no matter how you looked at it.

But what was up with Li Fanshuang? Didn’t she says she’d transfer money?

Still, she couldn’t just blurt that out. Li Fanshuang, you’re the Alpha here—take some initiative!

Meanwhile, Li Fanshuang frowned at her phone’s insufficient balance notification and put it away. “The anti-fraud app says I can’t transfer too much in one day.”

The light in Luo Xiaoxiao’s eyes flickered, but remembering her gold-digger persona, she quickly adjusted her attitude.

“It’s fine. I’m not just after your money, wifey…”

Li Fanshuang took two cautious steps back. “Then what else are you after? We agreed—only money, nothing else.”

She herself was an Omega, so there couldn’t possibly be anything between her and Luo Xiaoxiao.

This was her first time finding someone to marry, and faced with such a delicate Omega, Li Fanshuang was completely out of her depth.

After a long moment of deliberation, the award-winning actress stiffened her expression and said bluntly, “I told you, this is just a contractual relationship. It’ll be dissolved when the time comes.”

“I understand.” Luo Xiaoxiao—now playing the role of a fragile beauty—turned away, cursing herself inwardly for overacting.

How was this part written in the book again? Li Fanshuang’s assistant had discovered this pitiful Omega in a massage parlor and introduced Luo Xiaoxiao to her as a potential wife. They had signed a contract.

But the original host, that useless wretch, had squandered the money on wild living, only to have her identity exposed and be sent to prison by Li Fanshuang.

Thinking of this, Luo Xiaoxiao cursed herself again—worthless, failing to grasp her role properly, doomed to struggle forever and never break into the entertainment industry.

With that in mind, the delicate flower put on a stubborn expression. “Don’t worry, wifey, I won’t cause you any trouble. Whatever you say goes—your demands are my mission.”

Luo Xiaoxiao looked so serious that Li Fanshuang couldn’t tell how many faces this girl actually had.

Just three hours ago, the girl had been talking about backing out and getting a divorce.

Narrowing her eyes, Li Fanshuang gritted her teeth. “Stop fooling around. The film crew—”

Knock, knock, knock—

The door was rapped sharply—the production team for True or False Lovers had arrived.

Li Fanshuang straightened her clothes and slapped away Luo Xiaoxiao’s hand, which kept tugging at her skirt. “Behave.”

“OK!” Don’t worry, boss! Luo Xiaoxiao’s gaze was as firm as if she were about to join the Party.

Li Fanshuang’s heart pounded. Could this person really play the role of her wife convincingly enough to make the entire nation believe they were married?

Suppressing her unease, Li Fanshuang opened the door.

The director greeted her warmly, his eyes constantly darting past her, trying to confirm whether this national Alpha had truly gotten married.

“Ms. Li, are you home alone?” So, she wasn’t married after all.

Just as the director reached his conclusion, a sweet, delicate voice chimed in.

Luo Xiaoxiao’s soft arm wrapped around Li Fanshuang’s.

“Wifey~, do we have guests~?”