The Black Lotus Wife Forces Me to Pretend to Be an Omega. - Chapter 47

At Fancheng Sports Stadium, Luo Xiaoxiao had beaten the sparring partner she’d booked until he cried.

The young coach covered his face, looking pitifully at Luo Xiaoxiao. “I quit!”

With that, he tore off his gloves, threw them to the ground, and stormed off.

Min Nanxi, who had been watching from a distance, walked over, her face full of astonishment. “I never expected… you actually…”

Min Nanxi swallowed hard. That had been a male Alpha, hadn’t it?

And Luo Xiaoxiao had pinned him down and pummeled him so effortlessly?

Something strange was happening again—something even more unbelievable than the fact that Li Fanshuang was Luo Xiaoxiao’s wife.

At first, Min Nanxi had assumed Luo Xiaoxiao’s skill level was about the same as hers. But now, it seemed she might not even be Luo Xiaoxiao’s match. Just how strong was she?

Luo Xiaoxiao frowned. “And? Why are you pausing like that when you talk?”

“I’m just… in awe. Go easy on me during the finals, okay? Don’t hit me that hard.”

Luo Xiaoxiao gave a helpless smile. She really wasn’t in a good mood today.

She removed her gloves and sat down in the middle of the octagon to rest.

Min Nanxi climbed into the cage and sat beside her, curiosity written all over her face. “What’s wrong? You were really brutal just now. Did something upset you?”

“No.” Luo Xiaoxiao denied it without hesitation.

Her attitude only made it seem even stranger.

Min Nanxi clicked her tongue. “I don’t believe that. You’re usually so gentle—there’s no way you’d suddenly act like this for no reason. Tell me, did you fight with your wife?”

The moment Li Fanshuang was mentioned, Luo Xiaoxiao froze. Once again, she remembered that Li Fanshuang was an Omega. Her grip on the water bottle tightened unconsciously, and guilt welled up inside her.

“Let me ask you something.” Luo Xiaoxiao considered how to phrase her question carefully. If she said too much, she might expose the truth about her and Li Fanshuang. But if she said too little, Min Nanxi might not understand.

Min Nanxi patted her shoulder. “Just tell me whatever’s bothering you. I’ll help you figure it out.”

“Can an Alpha and an Omega… lie in the same bed together purely?”

“How is that possible?” Min Nanxi looked at her as if she were an idiot. “Alphas and Omegas have pheromones. Unless they’re pheromone-deficient, there’s no way two of them sharing a bed could stay pure. Once they smell each other’s scent, it’s over.”

Scent?

Ripples spread across the surface of Luo Xiaoxiao’s heart, the shimmering water gradually calming, suffused with the fragrance of cherry wine.

Now she finally understood what that scent was.

It was Li Fanshuang’s pheromones. And Luo Xiaoxiao loved that scent—no matter how innocently they started out when they went to bed, she always woke up the next morning with Li Fanshuang in her arms.

At first, thinking they were both Alphas, Luo Xiaoxiao hadn’t paid much attention, even though she liked Li Fanshuang. But now, things were different. If something really did happen between them… then…

“What’s with that conflicted look? Don’t tell me you and Actress Li are still…” Min Nanxi’s words were abruptly cut off as Luo Xiaoxiao clamped a hand over her mouth.

Seeing Luo Xiaoxiao’s panicked expression, Min Nanxi’s pupils contracted—holy sh1t, could it actually be true?!

“Would you stop spouting nonsense!” Luo Xiaoxiao cursed inwardly. Why did this woman have to blurt out such inconvenient truths?

But if something really happened between her and Li Fanshuang, wouldn’t that violate their contract?

Moreover, her identity would be exposed. Maybe she should keep some distance from Li Fanshuang…

Min Nanxi gasped for air, desperately patting Luo Xiaoxiao’s hand.

Luo Xiaoxiao released her.

Gulping down fresh air, Min Nanxi wheezed, “Just telling the truth shouldn’t warrant murder…”

“Are you asking for more?” Luo Xiaoxiao threatened to cover her mouth again.

Min Nanxi raised her hands in surrender. “I yield, I was wrong.”

Then she mimed zipping her lips shut.

Luo Xiaoxiao pouted—some things really were better left unsaid.

Pulling out her phone, she deliberated for a long while before deciding to confide in her dear online friends.

Seeking diverse opinions, Luo Xiaoxiao sent messages to both Nan Jiu and Lu Yu.

Since her identity as “Frying Pan” remained intact there, she chose to contact the latter via Weibo.

Even if that girl had been taken away by Old Fish, surely she still had her phone?

Big Laugh: Help! I just found out my wife is an Omega! We sleep together every night—doesn’t that mean I’m taking advantage of her?

 

Little Laugh: Guess what? My wife’s an Omega! What should I do?

“Who are you messaging?” Min Nanxi asked, but seeing Luo Xiaoxiao’s flustered face, she quickly shut up.

Hopping off the boxing platform, Min Nanxi said, “I’ll stop teasing you. But remember—finding someone genuine is rare. Don’t break their heart.”

With that, she left.

Several minutes passed before Luo Xiaoxiao processed her words.

“What did she mean by ‘genuine’?” Did Min Nanxi actually think Li Fanshuang’s feelings were sincere?

A self-deprecating smile played on Luo Xiaoxiao’s lips as she recalled their interactions.

Most of their intimacy had been for the cameras.

Who was Li Fanshuang?

An award-winning actress who could make even a rock seem lovestruck. During script readings, she effortlessly drew Luo Xiaoxiao into the emotions until Luo Xiaoxiao herself became Zhiyu from the story.

Could Li Fanshuang’s affection be real? Luo Xiaoxiao found it hard to believe.

Sometimes she almost sensed sincerity—only to immediately dismiss the thought when Li Fanshuang turned away.

This line of thinking was dangerous.

Nan Jiu: Congratulations! Fewer complications since she’s not an Alpha. Do you love her?

 

Big Laugh: Of course I do! She’s so innocent and beautiful. (^▽^)

 

Nan Jiu: Then why ask me?

 

Big Laugh: Our relationship’s complicated. I love her, but she isn’t really mine.

 

Nan Jiu: Yours or not—are you bringing up that book again? How many characters have you imprinted on from it?

Luo Xiaoxiao paused. Truth be told, she couldn’t remember most characters from the story, but one name stood out—Min Nanxi.

However, the original protagonist’s life had no connection with Min Nanxi. This name only appeared in the timeline a year later.

When the original protagonist was scrolling through videos one morning, the feed was flooded with news about Min Nanxi. She had lost a match against a fighter from Japan, suffered a broken neck, and the reports described it as extremely severe.

Luo Xiaoxiao had strong nationalistic sentiments, and seeing that part had infuriated her.

Her gaze drifted toward Min Nanxi in the distance. “Should I warn her?”

After much deliberation, Luo Xiaoxiao dismissed the idea. She could bring it up later—if she mentioned it now, Min Nanxi would probably think she was insane.

She lowered her head and continued replying to Nan Jiu’s messages.

Laughing: I spotted another one, though they don’t appear much in the book. How are things with your special someone?

 

Nan Jiu: Not great. She’s as dense as a block of wood—completely clueless.

 

Laughing: Trust me, sis, you should create some situations to make her jealous.

 

Nan Jiu: Wouldn’t that be too cheap?

 

Laughing: But do you really want to leave that window paper unbroken forever?

Nan Jiu: Fine, I’ll try.

Luo Xiaoxiao sighed. Everyone had their own troubles, it seemed.

With that thought, she reopened Weibo’s fan communities and resumed ranting about Sun Lei. This seemed to be the only free source of joy she had left.

Ding-Ding-ding—

A notification from WeChat popped up—it was Li Fanshuang.

Luo Xiaoxiao frowned. Wasn’t Li Fanshuang supposed to be filming right now?

She opened the chat and saw an unsettling message.

Li Fanshuang: I have an intimate scene to shoot later. It might take a while, so head back early after you’re done today. No need to come find me.

Luo Xiaoxiao panicked instantly and fired back.

 

Luo Xiaoxiao: Intimate scene? How intimate? With Fu Xinting?

 

Li Fanshuang: Obviously. We’re playing a couple, aren’t we?

Oh no, oh no! Luo Xiaoxiao thought. This is bad! What do I do now?

If Fu Xinting really was a “conqueror,” she might use this opportunity to boost her affection points with Li Fanshuang—and that would be disastrous.

What did Li Fanshuang mean by telling her not to come? Was she that ashamed of her?

At this point, Luo Xiaoxiao knew she couldn’t just sit back. If something happened to Li Fanshuang, she wouldn’t know what to do.

She quickly packed her things and prepared to leave.

As she reached the door, Min Nanxi approached her with a cup of coffee. “What’s wrong? You’re leaving? I was going to ask you to grab lunch.”

“Can’t. Something came up. Actually, I probably won’t be back this afternoon,” Luo Xiaoxiao said before hurrying off.

Min Nanxi watched her retreating figure, emotions swirling inside her. Part of her envied Luo Xiaoxiao and Li Fanshuang’s relationship, while another part was curious about what had happened between them.

“Whatever.”

She shrugged. In the past, since Li Fanshuang was a celebrity, a little gossip wouldn’t have been a big deal. But now that she was her new friend’s wife, the situation was entirely different.

Images of Luo Xiaoxiao’s moves during her sparring session with the male coach flashed through Min Nanxi’s mind. At this thought, her expression darkened. If she were to face Luo Xiaoxiao in the finals, she might truly be no match for her.

With this realization, the last remnants of her gossipy thoughts vanished instantly. She immediately rushed back into the gymnasium to continue training.

–

Fancheng Film Studio.

Li Fanshuang stared at the “read” notification on her phone, lost in thought. Xiaoxiao would probably be arriving soon.

“Shuangshuang-jie?”

Hearing Fu Xinting’s voice, Li Fanshuang looked up to find the other woman standing right in front of her. When had she arrived? Did she walk without making any sound?

“What is it?” Li Fanshuang tried to keep her tone as normal as possible.

Fu Xinting’s lips still held a faint smile. “The director asked me to discuss the next scene with you.”

Li Fanshuang hummed in acknowledgment before adding, “No rush, right? Isn’t there still plenty of time?”

Luo Xiaoxiao would likely arrive in about half an hour. Li Fanshuang knew she needed to manage the timing carefully if she wanted Xiaoxiao to witness something when she came.

“Li Fanshuang, let’s get started already!” Chen Yu stormed over angrily.

Noticing her foul mood, Li Fanshuang asked, “What’s wrong? Did someone rub you the wrong way?”

“Don’t even mention it. It’s about Qi Fangyou—she insists on having your wife act in her production.” Chen Yu’s face burned with frustration at the mention.

Li Fanshuang also felt helpless. This wasn’t something she could decide—after all, the legs belonged to Luo Xiaoxiao herself. If the other party wasn’t willing to come, what could anyone do?

“Fine.” Li Fanshuang set her phone down, no longer holding out hope for any good news from Luo Xiaoxiao.

Her movements carried a hint of resentment, leaving Chen Yu somewhat baffled.

Oh~ Chen Yu seemed to understand now. When Li Fanshuang had first invited her wife to play Zhiyu, Luo Xiaoxiao had refused. But now that Qi Fangyou was asking her wife to act, she was actually considering it?

Seems like the famous actress Li’s influence isn’t all that impressive after all.

Ding dong—

The phone chimed, making Chen Yu’s lips twitch. She didn’t need to think hard to know it was that Qi Fangyou trying to poach her actor.

Previously rejected by Li Fanshuang: “Done yet? Has that Luo Xiaoxiao returned? It’s been hours—has she made up her mind?”

Chen Yu snorted and left the message on read. Getting bombarded every five minutes by this woman was more than she could handle.

“Roll camera! Start filming!”

Chen Yu marched over to the camera with an air of determination.

“Action!”

At the cue, Li Fanshuang and Fu Xinting quickly slipped into character.

The second day after Song Zifei’s wedding, Zhiyu arrived at the Eastern Palace to report for duty, her body weak and frail.

By then, Song Zifei and the crown princess had just awoken. The feeble Zhiyu had already waited in the main hall for over an hour. She wanted to see the princess—and to see what kind of dignified grace the princess’s wife possessed.

“Zhiyu.” Song Zifei’s voice remained gentle, her eyes filled with concern as she looked at Zhiyu.

Upon seeing her, Zhiyu immediately dropped to her knees, pressing her forehead to the ground. “May Your Highness be at peace.”

“What are you doing?” Song Zifei grew anxious and moved to help her up personally. But her gaze flickered toward the crown princess beside her, and her body stiffened, halting her steps.

“Your Highness must have much to discuss with Minister Song. This humble consort shall take her leave.”

Song Zifei remained silent, merely nodding in response.

Only when the other party had exited and the sound of footsteps faded into the distance did Song Zifei finally relax, reaching out to steady Zhiyu.

“Your injuries have barely begun to heal—there’s no need for formalities…”

“Does Your Highness find joy in this?” Zhiyu lifted her gaze to meet Song Zifei’s. Her face was as pale as paper, her kneeling form swaying unsteadily.

Song Zifei froze, the pain in her eyes nearly overflowing.

“What are you saying?” She couldn’t believe these words had come from Zhiyu’s lips. It felt as though a steel blade had been plunged into her heart and twisted mercilessly.

Seeing the sorrow in Song Zifei’s eyes, Zhiyu’s own heart ached no less, yet the distance between them now was unbearably awkward.

Watching the tears welling in Song Zifei’s eyes, Zhiyu took a deep breath and spoke again, “Does Your Highness find joy in this?”

“The one I’ve married is not the one who holds my heart. How could I possibly find joy?”

Zhiyu looked at her, her heart steeped in desolation…

“Cut!” Chen Yu’s voice carried impatience as she strode over to Fu Xinting.

“Fu Xinting, what’s going on with you?”

Fu Xinting wondered if her ears were playing tricks on her. Had Chen Yu just called her out?

She pointed dumbly at herself, staring at Chen Yu. “Director, are you talking to me? Was there an issue with my performance just now?”

“I know acting opposite Li Fanshuang can be intimidating, but why did your eyes dart downward just then? Song Zifei is the love of Zhiyu’s life—how could you possibly avoid her gaze?”

Then, turning to Li Fanshuang, her frustration flared anew. “And you—can you dial it back a little? With the intensity you just showed, how many actors in the industry could even keep up?”

Li Fanshuang waved a hand dismissively. “I think this is exactly how the scene should be played. Song Zifei would be deeply unsettled by Zhiyu’s words. She’s a princess—even if she’s not favored, she wouldn’t just meekly accept such questioning from the one she loves, would she?”

Chen Yu nodded. She understood Li Fanshuang’s desire to perfect the scene, but the other actress clearly couldn’t match her intensity.

“Alright, alright.” Chen Yu sighed, exhaustion creeping in. She turned back to Fu Xinting. “Take five minutes to review the scene, will you? Try to understand the emotions here.”

Fu Xinting murmured an acknowledgment, but inwardly, she was fuming. What the hell is this? I already used a skill card—why am I still being criticized for my acting?

System: Host, you’re relying too much on skill cards. If you don’t improve your own abilities, you’ll face bigger problems down the line.

 

Fu Xinting: Shut up!

Zzzzt—

A strange noise crackled in Li Fanshuang’s ears. She tapped her earlobe, puzzled by the odd electrical static.

“Host… don’t…”

The words were fragmented, nearly inaudible, like the garbled transmissions of an old-fashioned radio.

What was that?

Li Fanshuang covered her ears, glancing at a nearby crew member. “Did you hear that static just now? I swear I heard something—could there be an issue with our equipment?”

Alarmed by the possibility of technical problems, the crew immediately scrambled to locate the source of the noise, but their search turned up nothing.

“Shuangshuang-jie, I’m ready now. Let’s do another take. Sorry for holding everyone up—it was my fault.”

Fu Xinting: This time, give me a better… card.

 

System: Changed it for you… still powerful… you still need to rely on yourself, this… assistance…

Li Fanshuang’s ears intermittently picked up countless unfamiliar voices—the female one belonged to Fu Xinting, while the mechanical one must be the system, right?

Frowning, Li Fanshuang glanced sideways at Fu Xinting. The voice appeared whenever she approached, indicating its source was on her person.

So Luo Xiaoxiao was right—this Fu Xinting was indeed a strategist.

And what was that about “assistance” just now?

Was Fu Xinting’s acting all thanks to that system?

At this thought, Li Fanshuang raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you should take a break. I think your performance just now wasn’t great.”

She smirked inwardly—she’d deliberately made it difficult for Fu Xinting to keep up with her acting.

Chen Yu, having been friends with Li Fanshuang for years, noticed her dislike for Fu Xinting and stepped in. “Fu Xinting, go rest for a while. I need to talk with Fanshuang.”

Fu Xinting’s expression remained unchanged. “That doesn’t seem appropriate. I don’t want to delay everyone’s progress.”

Fu Xinting: Damn it, when will this Chen Yu just die?

 

System: Any plotlines not in the original story can be altered by the host.

This time, Li Fanshuang heard clearly. What did “storyline” mean?

It could be changed?

What? This book has no author?

Or is Fu Xinting the author herself? Otherwise, how could she casually modify the novel’s content?

“What’s inappropriate? We have things to discuss,” Chen Yu essentially dismissed her. “Also, your understanding of the script is too superficial. I suggest you study it more carefully.”

Fu Xinting’s face twitched, but she suppressed the urge to curse.

“Fine.”

After she left, Chen Yu sighed. “What does your wife say about this?”

“Not about Qi Fangyou’s matter, right?” Li Fanshuang shook her head. “I don’t know. My wife doesn’t act.”

Chen Yu disagreed. “But your wife’s acting is quite good, isn’t it?”

“I trained her,” Li Fanshuang said without modesty.

Chen Yu’s mouth twitched. “Whatever, that’s your business. Next time, tone it down a bit. With that intensity you just showed, how could Fu Xinting possibly keep up?”

Li Fanshuang raised an eyebrow. She didn’t mind if Chen Yu noticed something—she disliked Fu Xinting. If Chen Yu didn’t fear more NG takes, neither would she.

Seeing Li Fanshuang’s unrepentant expression, Chen Yu grew furious. “What’s your problem? Delaying progress hurts the entire crew!”

“Then use a body double. I refuse to do kissing scenes with others.”

“Huh?” Chen Yu’s eyes widened slightly. “That’s not what your contract says. Haven’t you done them before?”

Li Fanshuang crossed her arms. “What do you think?”

Chen Yu was speechless. Right, right—her highness had never done such scenes.

“Well then—”

“Wife!” A breathless voice interrupted. Li Fanshuang paused, then smiled—she’s here.

Chen Yu stared dumbfounded at the suddenly appearing Luo Xiaoxiao. Damn! She’s this controlling?

“What brings you here?” Li Fanshuang asked knowingly.

Luo Xiaoxiao huffed. “I realized I can’t accept you kissing someone else. Director Chen, I’ll be the body double! For free!”

Chen Yu looked at Luo Xiaoxiao with disdain, thinking how undignified she appeared.

“Are U sure?” Kids these days really have some serious love-addled brains.

Chen Yu’s gaze then shifted to Li Fanshuang beside them. Just look at how this vixen has completely bewitched her!

So that’s what that earlier act was about? Just buying time—how shameless!

“Since Xiaoxiao has already said this much, Chen Yu, it would be truly unreasonable if you refused. You should at least give the newcomer a chance.”

Chen Yu: “After all this, I’ve become the villain now?”

“Hmph!” Chen Yu turned and shouted to the crew, “Prepare the body double.”

Not far away, Fu Xinting stiffened upon hearing these words.

System: Mission failed. 20 points deducted. Host, be warned—your luck points are running low.

Luo Xiaoxiao: “Was that the system’s voice just now?”

Li Fanshuang: “What are luck points? Aren’t they supposed to be affection points?”

The costume team worked quickly, but this time the body double was noticeably different.

Previously, they would only change Luo Xiaoxiao’s clothes, but this time they applied full makeup on her.

This wasn’t a body double anymore—it was as if the real Zhiyu stood before Song Zifei.

“Are you happy?” Zhiyu asked Song Zifei.

She was asking her prince whether she was truly happy after marrying the noble family’s Xiaokunyi, whether she was happy now that she’d gained a powerful ally and moved one step closer to the throne.

Song Zifei turned with a cold laugh, her eyes already moist, but a stubborn lump in her throat kept the tears from falling.

“How can I be happy when the one I married isn’t the one in my heart?”

Zhiyu closed her eyes, her face deathly still. She knew her lowly status meant being allowed to fight for her prince was already a blessing—how could she covet a position that wasn’t hers?

“Look at me.”

When Zhiyu didn’t move, Song Zifei grew irritated. She strode forward, gripping Zhiyu’s face with both hands, forcing her to meet her gaze.

“Open your eyes! Ask me again!”

Hearing her voice, Zhiyu found the heartbreak more torturous than any physical wound. “Does Your Highness still want this slave to—”

Song Zifei pressed a slender finger to her lips, her eyes overflowing with unconcealed sorrow and endless longing.

Zhiyu’s lashes fluttered. Why were her prince’s eyes red?

Then came the warmth on her lips as Song Zifei kissed her—a desperate, possessive kiss brimming with aggression.

At the same moment, Li Fanshuang kissed Luo Xiaoxiao with gentle certainty and tender affection.

Both were expressions of love, yet one carried resentment while the other was infinitely tender, like a soft rope binding Luo Xiaoxiao’s soul to someone called Zhiyu.

Dazed and confused, Luo Xiaoxiao couldn’t tell—was Li Fanshuang kissing her now, or Zhiyu?