The Black Lotus Wife Forces Me to Pretend to Be an Omega. - Chapter 10

Sun Weiliang was stumped by the array of transportation options before him—he hadn’t found any keys.

Luo Xiaoxiao watched as Sun Weiliang scratched his head repeatedly. She narrowed her eyes slightly, sizing up this big oaf. What was he doing?

Why wasn’t he claiming his ride?

“Let’s go,” Li Fanshuo said, leading her away. They had already secured the vehicle they wanted.

Lu Yu and Zhu Yuxin ended up with electric scooters.

To avoid getting entangled with Lu Yu, Li Fanshuo and her companion left the scene immediately after obtaining their ride.

By the time Lu Yu realized what had happened, the two had long since vanished without a trace.

Lu Yu was on the verge of tears, her eyes brimming with grievance as she glared at Zhu Yuxin. “This is all your fault!”

This young lady had never ridden an electric scooter before.

Zhu Yuxin frowned at the words “electric scooter,” pondering for a long moment. “What is this?”

Lu Yu facepalmed—she’d forgotten this girl was just as spoiled as she was. There was no way she’d ridden one before. Did that mean she’d have to chauffeur her tomorrow?

“Forget it,” Lu Yu sighed deeply, glancing at the bicycles nearby. The sports-averse young lady smirked in satisfaction—at least someone was worse off than her.

After everyone else had left, Sun Weiliang and Fang Jin exchanged bewildered looks.

“Did you find the keys?” Fang Jin asked, a hint of disdain in his voice.

Sun Weiliang might have the title of boxing champion, but compared to someone like Lu Yu, he was practically penniless. Fang Jin couldn’t believe he’d been paired with someone like this.

“What keys?”

Sun Lei clicked his tongue. “Sun Weiliang, stop pretending. You clearly took the Key of Light. Have you already forgotten about the Ultraman in the bathroom?”

“What?” Sun Wei paused mid-sentence. How did he know about the Ultraman?

Netizens watching Sun Weiliang’s antics were practically dying of laughter.

The boxing champ is so clueless—does he still not get it?

Didn’t the show give them phones?

They did, but the champ never checks his.

He seems really into that bike, but isn’t their destination Chichen Mountain? That’s over 50 kilometers from the city. They’re seriously biking there? And then hiking?

Sun Weiliang was sweating bullets. How had he been found out? He was sure he’d checked—there were no cameras. And who in their right mind would install cameras in a bathroom?

“Ahem, Champion Sun, maybe you should take a look inside your Ultraman,” Sun Lei said meaningfully before adding, “That Ultraman is from a sponsor. You should probably return it.”

Sun Weiliang’s eyes widened. A sponsor? Which sponsor had such impeccable taste?

After the crew left, Sun Weiliang finally opened the Ultraman—inside were two keys for the bike’s electronic lock.

“Brother Liang, are we really biking to Chichen Mountain tomorrow?” Fang Jin asked cautiously, though his tone was laced with complaint. What kind of nonsense was this?

Sun Weiliang immediately caught the hint of disdain in his voice. “What’s that supposed to mean? You looking down on this bike? Let me tell you, just the frame alone costs 60,000. The wheels are custom too—full carbon fiber.”

“Oh,” Fang Jin replied dismissively. But what did any of that matter? He’d still have to pedal the damn thing himself.

Sun Weiliang curled his lips, feeling reluctant to team up with this guy. He’d been wanting to climb Mount Chicheng for a long time.

His gaze fell on Fang Jin—this guy was just a scrawny weakling. No doubt, tomorrow this guy would become dead weight.

“Let’s get this straight—no matter what happens tomorrow, I won’t wait for you, got it?”

With that, Sun Weiliang walked off, leaving Fang Jin standing alone, his mouth twitching. Damn, what was that big oaf implying? That I’d slow him down?

Honestly, when he thought about it, it didn’t really matter. Fang Jin wasn’t keen on pushing himself that hard anyway—50 km one way was no joke. If the guy wasn’t waiting for him, he could just slack off.

Once everyone returned to their rooms, Luo Xiaoxiao scrutinized their mission card again. With someone as shameless as Sun Lei in charge, she had zero trust.

Writing clues in such tiny print—was he afraid the guests might actually see them?

“What’s up?” Li Fanshuang asked, watching her examine the flimsy card with a magnifying glass.

“Checking if Director Sun set any traps for us.” Luo Xiaoxiao’s tone was dead serious. After everything they’d been through these past few days, she wasn’t taking any chances.

Li Fanshuang sighed. Sun Lei’s “character” really wasn’t the best.

“If there’s a trap, it’s probably written on that blackboard earlier.”

“Huh?” Luo Xiaoxiao looked up, sensing something fishy. “What did it say?”

Li Fanshuang thought for a moment. “I don’t think it really concerns us.”

“Huh?” Luo Xiaoxiao pouted. “Wifey, you’re keeping secrets from me?”

Seeing the beginnings of that pitiful expression again, Li Fanshuang immediately raised her hands in surrender. “Fine, I’ll tell you!”

Luo Xiaoxiao instantly dropped the act, returning to normal. “Go on.”

“It said to take care of our transportation and not lose it—otherwise, we’d have to pay full price.”

Luo Xiaoxiao’s eye twitched. So that’s where the scam was! Those high-end bikes had to be worth at least 20 grand each. Mentally, she lit a candle for Sun Weiliang.

But then she remembered—that big oaf was a fighter, just like her. Probably another guy who couldn’t cut it in school and had to make a living in the ring. The thought made her feel like she should at least warn him.

“Wifey, go remind Sun Weiliang in his room.”

Li Fanshuang frowned slightly. She wasn’t even close to him. Suspicious, she eyed Luo Xiaoxiao. “Since when did you get so familiar with him? Do you like that type?”

“No way!” Luo Xiaoxiao denied instantly, her disgust plain on her face. “Wifey, look at that big oaf. I’m just saying—most fighters don’t make much, and that guy clearly doesn’t know how to play the hype game.”

“Hype?” Li Fanshuang blinked. “What hype?”

Luo Xiaoxiao sighed. “When I was working at the massage parlor, tons of Alphas came in just to watch fights. Those fighters put on such a show—trash-talking before matches, acting all cocky to stir up buzz.”

“That’s indeed the case.” Li Fanshuang shrugged. Nowadays, every circle is fiercely competitive—if you yourself don’t have attention, then certainly no one will pay attention to your work.

So, most of the time, no matter which circle it is, the image presented to outsiders isn’t real.

Thinking of this, a shadow seemed to pass through Li Fanshu’s deep-set eyes. “Then what about you? What’s your true self like?”

Luo Xiaoxiao paused, a fragment flashing through her mind—endless mountains and the cries of abandoned baby girls beneath the infant abandonment towers.

But in an instant, she chased those chaotic thoughts away. “Honey, what are you talking about? This is my real self right now. Don’t overthink it, okay? I love you the most.”

As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around Li Fanshu’s waist—so slender! Her wife smelled so good.

Li Fanshuang helplessly patted her head, but the loneliness and sorrow she had glimpsed in Luo Xiaoxiao’s eyes just now lingered in her mind.

What kind of past did she have?

The old Li Fanshuang might not have cared, but now that Luo Xiaoxiao was her wife, she wanted to understand.

“But why are you so concerned? Who would steal a bike anyway?” Li Fanshuang wasn’t a fan of exercise—her usual workout was just yoga—so she really didn’t know much about bicycle prices.

Luo Xiaoxiao clicked her tongue. “Honey, you don’t recognize a treasure when you see one. That bike is worth at least this much!”

She held up two fingers.

“Twenty thousand? That is expensive.” Li Fanshuang nodded.

“Nonono.” Luo Xiaoxiao wagged her finger. “200,000, at least. That bike is full carbon.”

“What?” Though Li Fanshuang didn’t understand, she had heard of the world’s most expensive bicycles. If that was the case, not reminding them would seem inconsiderate.

“That bike is super light. Even if it’s locked, it’s useless.” Luo Xiaoxiao pouted, mourning Sun Weiliang for a second—not only did he have to bike up a mountain, but he also had to drag along deadweight.

“Then they just shouldn’t go tomorrow.” Li Fanshuang found it amusing.

Luo Xiaoxiao shook her head. “Fang Jin is clearly here to suck up to the young miss. There’s no way he’d back down. The back of the mission card says that if they don’t complete or refuse the task, they’ll be replaced by new guests.”

“That’s true.” Li Fanshuang nodded. “Biking up a mountain is exhausting, but it could also generate hype. If handled well, they could even promote their albums.”

Luo Xiaoxiao checked the time—it was already past seven. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Seven?” Li Fanshuang thought she was joking.

“Then…” Luo Xiaoxiao blinked her big, watery eyes at her. “Should we do something fun?”

Li Fanshuang instinctively felt this troublemaker was up to no good.

Before she could react, Luo Xiaoxiao had already clung to her. “Honey, hug me.”

Though Li Fanshuang was an Omega with little strength, Luo Xiaoxiao was frail now. Feeling the bones in her back, Li Fanshuang frowned. “Why are you so thin?”

Luo Xiaoxiao grumbled inwardly—how could she not be when she didn’t even dare eat her fill?

Five bowls of rice per meal—who could possibly be full on that?

She didn’t dare to voice her inner thoughts so directly.

As the words reached her lips, Luo Xiaoxiao nuzzled against Li Fanshuang’s chest and said, “Darling, I think the food hasn’t been very good these past couple of days.”

Sun Lei, watching from off-screen: Damn it, that was the takeout I painstakingly ordered for you two.

At this, Li Fanshuang’s expression also shifted slightly. “What you made that day was still better.”

“Right?” Luo Xiaoxiao looked up from her embrace, her eyes sparkling. “Then I’ll keep cooking from now on.”

“Mm.” Li Fanshuang’s heart softened under her gaze. So adorable.

Luo Xiaoxiao yawned, putting on an exaggeratedly sleepy act. “Since you don’t seem ready for bed yet, I’ll go ahead and sleep first. Bye-bye.”

With that, she hopped off Li Fanshuang and turned to head into the bedroom.

Li Fanshuang’s hand paused mid-air, torn between laughter and exasperation. So all that talk just now was just an excuse?

–

Back in her room, Luo Xiaoxiao had no intention of sleeping. Instead, she pulled out her phone and switched to a Weibo hashtag called #SunLeiRants.

Big Laugh: Being broke isn’t scary—what’s scary is being broke while running a variety show. Perfectly good cars available, but no, you have to go hunt for keys.

Nan Jiu: Right? Poor celebrities, working so hard. Look at our Xiaoxiao, diving so strenuously and then climbing up high to retrieve stuff.

Luo Xiaoxiao’s eyes lit up, and she quickly struck up a lively conversation with this netizen.

But this user was extremely security-conscious. After adding each other as friends, they immediately asked about her gender, wary of running into shady people.

Luo Xiaoxiao didn’t hide it either, answering without hesitation.

Big Laugh: I’m a female Alpha. You?

Nan Jiu was just as upfront, replying swiftly.

Nan Jiu: Female Omega.