The Black Lotus Wife Forces Me to Pretend to Be an Omega. - Chapter 39

Jincheng Hospital, Gynecology Department Office—this was Lu Chenfeng’s third day filling in for temporary consultations.

Yet for three consecutive days, she had been facing the same patient.

“What’s wrong, Miss Yuan? Still feeling unwell? Coming here three days in a row—sometimes you shouldn’t push yourself too hard. Your test results show you’re perfectly healthy.”

Yuan Zhiqing sneered inwardly. You hypocritical bastard, that’s not what you said yesterday.

She pressed a hand to her chest. “Dr. Lu, I really don’t feel well. After you examined me yesterday, I couldn’t sleep at all last night.”

Lu Chenfeng checked the time. “Well, you’re the last patient for the morning, so I’ll examine you again.”

A smirk curled Yuan Zhiqing’s lips as she stood up and locked the clinic door, gazing at Lu Chenfeng with a playful smile.

See? This woman is such a hypocrite. Now that I’m the last patient, she can do whatever she wants for the next few hours.

“Dr. Lu, let’s begin then.”

Lu Chenfeng picked up Yuan Zhiqing’s medical file and studied it seriously, then pointed to the inner room. “Same as before—remove your pants and sit on the examination table.”

Yuan Zhiqing froze. This wasn’t what she had expected.

“Dr. Lu, do we really have to do that kind of examination again?” Her expression turned slightly stiff.

Is she still mad at me?

After yesterday’s “examination,” Li Fanshuang had called. It was her own fault for running her mouth—just when things were about to get serious, she had to bring up that outfit from back then.

It wasn’t like I had a choice back then! I was sacrificing for art—why is she so petty?!

Besides, between her and Lu Chenfeng, she was the one who started it first.

“Does Miss Yuan not want the examination anymore?”

Lu Chenfeng closed the medical file and gave her a cold look.

Yuan Zhiqing huffed but obediently did as she was told.

Still, gynecological exams were undeniably humiliating. When Lu Chenfeng put on gloves and leaned in, Yuan Zhiqing couldn’t help but squirm slightly.

“Don’t move.” Lu Chenfeng’s voice was low and husky. “Back then, Miss Yuan was the one begging me to examine her too.”

Yuan Zhiqing’s face flushed instantly. Damn it, why does she always bring up the most embarrassing things?!

Back then, she had been tricked by Fu Xinting into drugging Li Fanshuang, only to end up in a messy situation herself. Who knew that drug would act like a sedative for Omegas?

It was also the first time Yuan Zhiqing learned she had terrible sleep habits. After her assistant rushed her to the hospital for stomach pumping, she had stormed into the gynecology department in the middle of the night. Seeing how good-looking the doctor was, she even demanded a manual examination.

Ugh!

She had long forgotten about that damn memory, but Lu Chenfeng, that wicked woman, never missed a chance to remind her every time they met.

“Hiss—”

Yuan Zhiqing shuddered.

“Dr. Lu, be gentler…”

Biting her lip, she looked up—only to see an expression of complete professionalism. Wait, what?

Lu Chenfeng has no desire for me anymore? That can’t be right.

“My diagnosis remains unchanged—Miss Yuan, you’re in perfect health.” Lu Chenfeng stood up and removed her gloves.

Yuan Zhiqing pouted. “You know I didn’t come here for…”

“This is a hospital,” Lu Chenfeng sighed softly, then gestured toward the inner lounge.

“Of course, if Miss Yuan has other matters to discuss, we can go somewhere else.”

Oh? Yuan Zhiqing realized the tone was just right—was Lu Chenfeng inviting her?

As she spoke, Lu Chenfeng removed her white coat, the symbol of her profession, and pointed to her private lounge.

“Come on, let’s talk inside.”

Yuan Zhiqing swallowed hard—so she was serious about this.

The moment they stepped into the lounge, Yuan Zhiqing immediately settled onto Lu Chenfeng’s lap.

The Omega’s collar was slightly open, swaying deliberately in front of Lu Chenfeng’s eyes.

“Miss Yuan, what does this mean?”

“Dr. Lu.” Yuan Zhiqing took her hand, slender fingers tracing along the Omega’s center seam.

“I’m feeling a little unwell here. Would you like to examine me?”

Lu Chenfeng remained composed, her expression unreadable. “I’d rather not. I’m not feeling well myself.”

“Oh?” Yuan Zhiqing placed both hands firmly on Lu Chenfeng’s thighs, her gaze brimming with dangerous determination as she pressed her body tightly against the doctor’s.

“Dr. Lu, I studied traditional medicine as a child. Let me check you over.”

“How exactly do you plan to examine me?” Lu Chenfeng murmured, tilting her head close to Yuan Zhiqing’s ear.

The warmth of her breath brushed against Yuan Zhiqing’s skin, an unmistakable invitation.

Yuan Zhiqing smirked, leaning in again until her lips nearly grazed Lu Chenfeng’s earlobe. “The same way I just did.”

Lu Chenfeng’s composure finally shattered at those words.

“Don’t… mess around.”

But before she could finish, soft fingers slipped beneath her waistband. Lu Chenfeng froze, momentarily forgetting to resist as she let the other woman take control.

“Ah, Dr. Lu, you’re really—ah!”

Before she could finish, the world spun, and Yuan Zhiqing found herself pinned beneath Lu Chenfeng on the lounge chair.

“Miss Yuan, it seems you really want a thorough examination,” Lu Chenfeng murmured, her eyes dark with danger.

Yuan Zhiqing could sense it—no matter how she reacted now, Lu Chenfeng would devour her without mercy. A thrill of excitement raced through her nerves.

She wrapped her arms around Lu Chenfeng’s neck. “Dr. Lu, help me out, won’t you? Give me a proper check-up.”

Then, she leaned close to the beast’s ear again, teasing deliberately. “Inside and out… don’t miss a single spot.”

Lu Chenfeng’s lunch break was almost entirely spent on the “examination.” As she had diagnosed, Yuan Zhiqing’s body was in perfect health.

The Omega’s physiology granted her remarkable endurance, and if not for the time constraints, Yuan Zhiqing likely wouldn’t have let Lu Chenfeng off so easily.

Afterward, Yuan Zhiqing idly played with Lu Chenfeng’s fingers.

“Our Dr. Lu really is extraordinary. But from now on, you should stop working in gynecology.”

“Why?” Lu Chenfeng didn’t pull her hand away, a fond smile lingering on her lips.

Yuan Zhiqing huffed and tossed her hand aside. “Our Dr. Lu is so beautiful and so skilled—I’m afraid some young girl might fall for you.”

Lu Chenfeng scoffed. If anyone had fallen, it was her…

Of course, she assured herself that during her first examination with Yuan Zhiqing, she hadn’t harbored so many thoughts.

But later, gradually, those feelings began to change.

Li Fanshuang had no idea about her own feelings toward Yuan Zhiqing. Every time Lu Chenfeng asked Li Fanshuang about Yuan Zhiqing, Li Fanshuang would honestly tell her everything.

It wasn’t until the previous variety show that Li Fanshuang realized—Lu Chenfeng had fallen for Yuan Zhiqing.

“I am a doctor in the pheromone department, after all,” Lu Chenfeng said, ruffling her hair, never expecting Yuan Zhiqing to be so possessive.

Yuan Zhiqing buried her face against Lu Chenfeng’s chest and let out a soft whine. “Just remember what I said. But if you’re in the pheromone department… do you see a lot of Omega glands?”

“And Alpha ones too.”

At this point, both of them fell into a tacit silence.

Lu Chenfeng was a Beta—she had no pheromones.

For an Omega, if their lover was a Beta, they could only engage in shallow bonding—a conclusion drawn by scientists by the end of the last century.

This was especially difficult for same-gender couples.

Generally, not many Omegas and Betas ended up together. Without an Alpha’s pheromones to soothe them, an Omega’s body would eventually develop problems over time.

Lu Chenfeng gently traced Yuan Zhiqing’s gland, where her shallow mark still lingered.

“Dr. Lu, are you trying to skip rest now?” Yuan Zhiqing grabbed her wrist.

Yuan Zhiqing wouldn’t have minded continuing, but Lu Chenfeng was running out of time.

Lu Chenfeng was about to say something when Yuan Zhiqing’s phone rang—at the worst possible moment.

Frowning, Lu Chenfeng grumbled, “Who is it?”

Yuan Zhiqing ignored it, burying her face in the blankets. She wanted to savor these last moments with Lu Chenfeng, not be interrupted so soon.

Beep Beep beep—

The call ended, only to start ringing again immediately. With an irritated sigh, Yuan Zhiqing picked up the phone.

The caller ID showed a number she had long since blocked.

“Li Fanshuang?” Yuan Zhiqing frowned. “Why is she calling me?”

Lu Chenfeng seemed to realize something and grabbed her own phone—sure enough, there were over a dozen missed calls from Li Fanshuang.

“I had it on silent. She probably couldn’t reach me. You should answer—maybe it’s important.”

Yuan Zhiqing nodded and picked up. Just as Lu Chenfeng had guessed—

“Lu Chenfeng, something’s wrong—Xiaoxiao, she—”

But Yuan Zhiqing’s eyes widened. Once the other person finally stopped talking, she cut in, “How did you know Lu Chenfeng was with me?”

Li Fanshuang scoffed. “She never lets her phone out of her sight. The only reason she wouldn’t answer is if she was busy with some… aerobic exercise.”

Yuan Zhiqing was stunned. She never would’ve expected this side of Li Fanshuang—the icy, aloof actress persona crumbling in an instant.

Compared to her, the real cold one was the doctor lying beside her.

“How far have things gone with Luo Xiaoxiao?” Dr. Lu asked bluntly.

On the other end of the line, Li Fanshuang hesitated for a long moment before finally sighing in defeat. “We didn’t even get anywhere. She ran off in the end—all because of Yuan Zhiqing’s terrible advice.”

“I only have good ideas,” Yuan Zhiqing lazily yawned, her tone tinged with disdain. “If my ideas don’t work, it just means Professor Li is truly incompetent.”

Li Fanshuang was momentarily speechless. Was she really the problem?

Clearly, it was Luo Xiaoxiao who was at fault—how could she run away after seeing her like that?

“She was the one who ran.”

Li Fanshuang explained what had just happened between her and Luo Xiaoxiao to the other two.

The atmosphere between them had been perfectly ambiguous—she had even caught Luo Xiaoxiao’s pheromones—but suddenly, Luo Xiaoxiao stood up and bolted.

Now she had locked herself in her room, muttering, “Something’s wrong with me, something’s wrong with me.”

Hearing this, Lu Chenfeng abruptly sat up. “If it’s really as you say, she might be entering her rut. Li Fanshuang, you need to leave—right now, Luo Xiaoxiao is dangerous.”

Li Fanshuang scoffed. “What danger could she possibly pose? She went straight from the hot spring to her bedroom and won’t come out no matter what I say. I don’t even know what’s going on.”

“Do you really want me to spell it out?”

Li Fanshuang was annoyed. At this point, Lu Chenfeng was still beating around the bush. Luo Xiaoxiao had clearly been acting erratic earlier.

Someone in that state shouldn’t be provoked—if anything happened, it could affect their mind.

Seeing Li Fanshuang’s reaction, Lu Chenfeng stopped holding back and laid out Luo Xiaoxiao’s condition plainly. “I’m absolutely certain—she’s in rut.”

“Huh?”

The term wasn’t unfamiliar to Li Fanshuang. After all, she had once used “rut” as an excuse to take leave when she was uncomfortable during her own heat.

But at her age, she had never actually seen what an Alpha’s rut looked like.

According to elementary school biology textbooks, an Alpha’s rut was extremely dangerous.

They would want to destroy everything around them—yet Luo Xiaoxiao had seemed so fragile just moments ago.

“I don’t think she’s dangerous. She looked… vulnerable.”

“What?” Lu Chenfeng thought she had misheard. After a long pause, she finally spoke again. “Li Fanshuang, maybe your destined Alpha’s pheromone levels aren’t very high.”

Li Fanshuang didn’t care. A/B/O classifications were just shackles society imposed—she didn’t believe in them.

But Lu Chenfeng’s grave tone puzzled her. “What does it matter if they’re high or not?”

“It affects compatibility,” Lu Chenfeng said, her voice low and laced with confusion. “I don’t understand why this is happening. Logically, if your rank is high, your partner’s shouldn’t be low. How could lower-level pheromones possibly soothe a high-ranking A/O?”

Li Fanshuang didn’t grasp the science. Shaking her head impatiently, she asked, “Just tell me what to do. Does she need a mark?”

Lu Chenfeng frowned. She wasn’t sure either.

Based on Li Fanshuang’s description, could Luo Xiaoxiao’s pheromone concentration really soothe her?

Was this a genetic mutation—or some cruel joke from fate?

“I’m not sure, but based on what you told me before, Luo Xiaoxiao has very low Alpha pheromone levels. She almost never experiences rut cycles. This time is very likely because of you.”

Li Fanshuang paused, her grip on the phone tightening unconsciously until her fingertips turned white. A trace of guilt surfaced in her heart—was it all because of her?

“Then what should I do now?” Li Fanshuang murmured, already preparing for the worst in her mind.

Lu Chenfeng was silent for a moment. “I’ve seen her before. Judging by her pheromone levels, she probably shouldn’t be experiencing ruts. She’s going through her first rut cycle now, just like when you first presented. It might be quite painful. In this situation, it’s best if you don’t go near her.”

Li Fanshuang hummed in acknowledgment and hung up the phone. Just as Lu Chenfeng said, there were some things she couldn’t help Luo Xiaoxiao with. She could only hope she’d be alright.

Checking the time—10 PM—the pharmacy downstairs was probably closed. Thinking of Luo Xiaoxiao’s condition, she immediately ordered Alpha suppressants for delivery. Remembering Lu Chenfeng’s words, she specifically chose the adolescent version, which had gentler effects.

Li Fanshuang could only stand anxiously by the door, her regret amplifying. It was all her fault—why did she have to invite Luo Xiaoxiao to the hot springs?

And why did she have to rehearse lines with her?

Li Fanshuang covered her face with her hands, thinking about her recent performance on set. She hadn’t been able to get into character at all, but today, after just one scene with Luo Xiaoxiao…

Her thoughts drifted back to two hours earlier.

The misty atmosphere was perfect for a scene.

Li Fanshuang submerged herself in the water, and Luo Xiaoxiao also relaxed considerably.

“Lately, I haven’t been able to get into character at all. But after you came, I improved a lot.” This was the first time Li Fanshuang had ever shown hesitation in acting—and the first time she’d admitted it to someone.

Luo Xiaoxiao was a little confused. “Aren’t you an award-winning actress?”

A bitter smile tugged at Li Fanshuang’s lips. “But I’m not a god.”

“How could you not be?” Luo Xiaoxiao muttered under her breath, recalling how she had been completely swept up by Li Fanshuang’s emotions during their previous scenes together.

“Oh? You think that highly of me?” Li Fanshuang teased, her eyes playful as she looked at Luo Xiaoxiao. “But when I asked you which roles I’ve played before, you couldn’t name a single one.”

“Ugh, why do you have to remember things like that so clearly?” Luo Xiaoxiao immediately tried to brush it off, hoping to move past the topic again.

Li Fanshuang didn’t mind—she had only been teasing her. “Alright then, help me rehearse the script.”

With that, Li Fanshuang began explaining the scene to Luo Xiaoxiao.

“This scene is pretty similar to our current setting.”

“Oh?”

Luo Xiaoxiao listened patiently. She hadn’t liked acting before, but after today’s experience, she found it surprisingly fascinating.

The scene took place after the Battle of Zhiyu. The princess had already married someone else, but Song Zifei had an agreement with that Kunyi—her heart already belonged to someone else, and her marriage to Kunyi was merely an act.

At the time, Zhiyu was kept in the dark. While her beloved celebrated their wedding night, she lay wounded and alone in a sickbed.

Zhiyu was injured on the battlefield, and Song Zifei sought out the finest medicines and physicians in the world for her. Under the physicians’ care and nourished by expensive medicinal ingredients, Zhiyu’s wounds gradually healed.

However, she had developed a chronic condition from the battlefield, requiring medicinal baths every fifteenth day of the month.

On this particular day, as she soaked in the bath, Song Zifei arrived—just when the physician had warned that her treatment must not be interrupted.

“Zhiyu.”

Song Zifei’s voice was as light as a swan’s feather, gently brushing against Zhiyu’s heart, sending ripples across the warm spring water and stirring the depths of her emotions.

“On this Lantern Festival, why isn’t Your Highness with the Crown Princess in the palace?”

Zhiyu tried to keep her voice distant.

A deep sorrow spread in Song Zifei’s eyes. “I was merely passing by and wished to see you.”

Song Zifei stepped closer, her dry-robed figure stopping beside Zhiyu before kneeling at the pool’s edge, dipping her feet into the water.

Her feet were slightly cold, and as they entered the water, they brushed against Zhiyu’s shoulder—whether intentionally or not.

“Your Highness…”

Zhiyu’s throat tightened. She dared not look at Song Zifei’s face.

“Zhiyu, you and I are like siblings. Why do you avoid my gaze? Has our bond grown so distant after just one separation?”

“No!”

Zhiyu lifted her head—and in that moment, Zhiyu vanished, and Luo Xiaoxiao, in the throes of her rut, returned.

The stunning Li Fanshuang exuded an irresistible charm, especially in her current attire. Even wrapped in a thin bath towel, her allure was undeniable.

The towel concealed her body but did nothing to shield her from Luo Xiaoxiao’s gaze.

Li Fanshuang seemed to radiate a deadly temptation, her scent like cherry wine, making Luo Xiaoxiao’s throat bob. It must have been a strong liquor—how else could she have lost her senses so suddenly?

Her nape pulsed again.

Luo Xiaoxiao’s alpha glands had never given her trouble before. She had struggled with ruts in the past, but not for this long.

Moreover, Luo Jing had once told her that Luo Xiaoxiao was a weak alpha who didn’t experience ruts.

How could this be?

Her mind was a storm of agitation, yet she felt no destructive urge—unlike what she had read online.

The more Luo Xiaoxiao thought about it, the more terrified she became. Would she lose control like other alphas?

And Li Fanshuang was also an alpha. What if their pheromones clashed?

This was bad—really bad!

Luo Xiaoxiao bit her tongue, the metallic tang of bl00d flooding her mouth.

In the blink of an eye, clarity returned. She vaulted out of the hot spring, snatched a nearby towel to wrap around herself, and fled as if escaping a nightmare.

Li Fanshuang’s thoughts settled. Luo Xiaoxiao must have sensed her own discomfort back then.

She checked her phone again—why hadn’t the suppressants she ordered arrived yet?

–

In the hotel lobby, a delivery man in a yellow vest was stopped at the front desk.

“What? This is an emergency! Do you know what’s in this order? Don’t you realize there’s a poor alpha suffering through her rut right now?”

The delivery man was frantic—he was about to be late!

But the receptionist still wouldn’t let him upstairs. “Just leave it here. Our robot will deliver it shortly.”

The delivery guy pulled out a slip and showed it to the young woman. “Look here—it says ‘extremely urgent.’ You can’t do this, miss! You should know that if a high-level Alpha’s pheromones leak, everyone in this entire building could be in danger. Everything we’re doing right now is to save the world!”

His words immediately drew the attention of everyone nearby.

“What’s going on? What’s happening to the world?”

“This delivery guy says he’s going to save the world.”

“A food delivery rider saving the world?”

At that moment, a kid walked up to the delivery guy and asked, “Do you believe in the light?”

The guy’s expression turned solemn as he replied earnestly, “Of course I believe in the light. So…”

He then looked up at the receptionist and continued, “Little sister, tell me what else we need to save the world?”

The receptionist realized she was dealing with someone lost in delusions of grandeur.

Normally, one shouldn’t argue with someone mentally unstable, but this guy was so abnormal she almost wanted to call the police.

“Sir, I’m sorry but our hotel has regulations…”

Before she could finish, a gentle voice interrupted, “Are you delivering suppressants?”

The delivery guy in yellow turned to see a beautiful female Beta who looked somewhat familiar.

“You look familiar, beautiful,” he said, squinting as he examined her.

Some bystanders had already recognized her.

“Isn’t that Fu Xinting?”

“Yeah, isn’t the ‘Knowing Fish Pavilion’ crew filming nearby?”

“Then these suppressants…”

Fu Xinting stepped forward with a perfectly polite smile, “Are those for room 2666?”

The guy nodded emphatically.

Fu Xinting reached out her hand, “That’s my friend’s room. I can deliver it for you.”

The delivery guy frowned suspiciously, “Then do you know the name and last four digits of the phone number used for the order?”

“0000.”

“Wrong!” he immediately refuted. “Are you joking with me? No one could have such an awesome phone number ending!”

Fu Xinting frowned—Li Fanshuang’s number definitely ended like that. Could she have another number Fu didn’t know about?

“She really is my friend.”

Seeing Fu Xinting’s aggrieved expression, some bystanders began speaking up for her.

“My god, is there anyone who doesn’t know about Li Fanshuang and Fu Xinting’s relationship?”

“Isn’t Li Fanshuang already married?”

“Clearly just to appease her family. How could a massage girl really become the wife of an award-winning actress?”

“Absolutely!” A cold female voice rang out from the elevator.

Li Fanshuang walked out in slippers.

Her icy gaze fell on the woman who had just spoken as she recited her phone number to the delivery guy.

After taking the package, Li Fanshuang turned to those who had spoken ill of Luo Xiaoxiao.

“My wife doesn’t need to be questioned by others. I could sue you for what you just said.”