The Black Lotus Wife Forces Me to Pretend to Be an Omega. - Chapter 49

In the gymnasium, the distracted Luo Xiaoxiao took another solid flying kick from Min Nanxi.

“Oof.” Luo Xiaoxiao winced as she got up, but before she could react, Min Nanxi had already locked her in a hold.

Luo Xiaoxiao thought to herself, She’s coming at me again?

Min Nanxi grinned, keeping one of Luo Xiaoxiao’s arms pinned. “You’re actually spacing out? And grinning like an idiot? If you’re like this during a match, you might as well hand me the win.”

“No way!” Luo Xiaoxiao flushed red from the hold, careful not to strain her arm. She tightened her core, arched her back, and kicked Min Nanxi’s arm.

Min Nanxi yelped in pain, loosening her grip just enough for Luo Xiaoxiao to seize the opportunity and break free.

Shaking her arm, Min Nanxi glared at her. “You hit me that hard?”

Luo Xiaoxiao clicked her tongue. “Still coming at me? Weren’t you just mocking me with great enthusiasm?”

“Bring it on. You think I’m scared of you?”

Min Nanxi lunged forward, but Luo Xiaoxiao blocked with her arm.

The two went back and forth for another five minutes before Min Nanxi finally gave up, panting. “Enough.”

She waved a hand and collapsed onto the floor, catching her breath.

Luo Xiaoxiao was also at her limit. Lying beside Min Nanxi, the chaotic thoughts in her mind faded as exhaustion took over.

“My Alpha.”

The moment she closed her eyes, Li Fanshuang’s words echoed in her ears again.

Luo Xiaoxiao shot upright.

Her sudden movement startled Min Nanxi. “What the—? You scared me! I thought you were getting up to fight me again.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Luo Xiaoxiao chuckled. “Do you really think I’d pull something so dishonorable?”

“No.” Min Nanxi burst out laughing, patting Luo Xiaoxiao’s shoulder. “But you’ve been spacing out a lot during training lately. Is it because of your goddess…?”

Seeing Min Nanxi’s gossipy expression, Luo Xiaoxiao’s mood turned complicated. She couldn’t help but feel a little aggrieved—as an “outsider,” how was she supposed to know about some of the bizarre ABO world’s mechanics?

Should’ve paid more attention when reading.

Turns out, Li Fanshuang had already figured out her identity. Her pheromones had given her away long ago, and the discomfort she’d been feeling these past two days was due to her rut.

“Listen, I can’t stay in the gym with you these next few days.”

Luo Xiaoxiao sighed inwardly. Blame it on my special condition. She still had to go back for her injections at night. And speaking of which, wasn’t Li Fanshuang also in her special period…?

Her face burned. So now, both of them were in a dangerous phase.

Panic set in. Before, she had assumed nothing could ever happen between her and Li Fanshuang, especially since she was a weak Alpha. Ever since arriving in this world, she had no idea what her pheromones even smelled like.

It wasn’t until this morning that she realized—it wasn’t that she couldn’t smell her own pheromones, but that normal Alphas and Omegas couldn’t detect their own scent.

So… that dream she had? The wine Li Fanshuang was holding wasn’t just wine—it was her pheromones.

In her original world, dreaming about someone offering her a drink would’ve just meant she wanted alcohol. But in this world? That was practically flirting with intent.

Min Nanxi had no idea what Luo Xiaoxiao was thinking. Seeing her changing expressions, Min asked suspiciously, “Are you feeling unwell from fasting?”

“No,” Luo Xiaoxiao replied nervously.

Min Nanxi grew even more puzzled by her behavior. “What are you so nervous about? You’re acting like you’re getting married tonight.”

“Huh?” Luo Xiaoxiao patted her cheeks. Was she really that obvious?

When she’d left the hotel earlier, Li Fanshuang had said, “You’re in your sensitive period now. Don’t think about staying out late. Come back early—I’ll be waiting for you.”

That “I’ll be waiting for you” had really set her imagination running wild.

“Luo Xiaoxiao, let’s continue,” Min Nanxi gave up. Right now, if she let Luo Xiaoxiao rest, the girl’s mind would just wander to strange places. Better to keep her training.

“Okay.” Luo Xiaoxiao also felt she shouldn’t keep getting distracted. She stood up to resume practice.

As Luo Xiaoxiao took her stance, something flashed through her mind—something both she and Li Fanshuang had overlooked.

What was it?

–

At Fancheng Film Studio, Li Fanshuang lazily yawned, her patience wearing thin with Qi Fangyou’s presence.

The man would visit their set whenever he had time.

“Your wife not with you today?”

Li Fanshuang hummed in response. “As I’ve said many times, she’s at a competition. We’re not conjoined twins who need to be together every day.”

Qi Fangyou caught the irritation in her tone. “Come on, Best Actress, you know I value talent.”

“I know. But you should understand my wife isn’t a professionally trained actress. She has her own passions to pursue.”

Li Fanshuang paused noticeably at the word “passions.” She remembered Xiaoxiao saying she didn’t particularly like boxing.

“Fine. Could you at least tell me which gym she trains at?” Qi Fangyou pressed eagerly. After seeing Luo Xiaoxiao’s fight scenes, he’d become dissatisfied with his originally cast actors.

Li Fanshuang sighed. “Director Qi, aren’t you supposed to be filming here? How do you have so much free time?”

“You don’t understand,” Qi Fangyou covered his face dramatically. “Ever since that day, I’ve been completely awed by your wife’s skills. Please, help me out here~”

Li Fanshuang couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed she had to agree. “Then I need a favor too.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely write a role for you in my script!” Qi Fangyou thumped his chest confidently.

His earnest expression amused Li Fanshuang. “Since you put it that way, I’ll help you. Don’t worry, my wife listens to me the most.”

“Sister Shuangshuang!” Fu Xinting’s voice rang out.

Li Fanshuang’s smile vanished instantly. “What is it?”

The cold detachment in her tone made Qi Fangyou raise an eyebrow. Weren’t they playing a couple in “Zhi Yu Ting”? Why so distant?

Fu Xinting looked hurt by the response. “Sister Shuangshuang, I just wanted to rehearse lines with you. And… I’m also a big fan of Director Qi.”

Her gaze turned shy as it landed on Qi Fangyou.

Qi Fangyou immediately waved her off. “Nope. Someone like you wouldn’t even qualify as a punching bag in my crew.”

Fu Xinting pouted, “Director Qi, I love learning. I can stick to whatever you say.”

“No need, no need.” Qi Fangyou stood up. She disliked girls like Fu Xinting the most—even more than she had disliked Yuan Zhiqing before.

At least Yuan Zhiqing was openly two-faced, making her schemes obvious. But Fu Xinting’s very entry into the crew was shady.

A woman with a dubious background, trying to latch onto Li Fanshuang, a married woman—her morals were clearly warped.

“I’ll take my leave now.” Without waiting for Li Fanshuang’s response, Qi Fangyou fled as if escaping.

Li Fanshuang snorted coldly. What a heartless woman.

After Qi Fangyou left, Li Fanshuang had no choice but to face Fu Xinting—this dangerous creature—alone.

“What’s the matter? I thought our scenes weren’t until this afternoon.”

Li Fanshuang flipped through her script without even glancing at Fu Xinting.

Fu Xinting didn’t seem bothered. She chuckled softly and sat down beside Li Fanshuang.

“Does Sister Shuangshuang really dislike me that much?”

“Yes.”

Fu Xinting froze. She hadn’t expected Li Fanshuang to be so blunt.

Fu Xinting: What the hell? What’s going on here?

 

System: The situation where she dislikes you.

 

Fu Xinting: Didn’t you say that thing was already working?

 

System: But she hasn’t even looked at you once.

 

Fu Xinting: It has to be eye contact…

Li Fanshuang raised an eyebrow imperceptibly. What had she just heard?

This Fu Xinting had dug another pit for herself. Li Fanshuang was exhausted. Ever since discovering Fu Xinting was a “system holder,” she hadn’t had a single peaceful day.

How could she get rid of her?

System: Host, if this isn’t working, maybe we should go absorb energy from other characters. Li Fanshuang isn’t easy to conquer. Your luck and conquest stats are too low right now.

 

Fu Xinting: I don’t care. Didn’t you say I could evolve into a top-tier Omega? Why hasn’t it—

Evolve?

Li Fanshuang’s eyes darkened. Fu Xinting was already 24—past the typical secondary gender differentiation age.

In this world, late differentiations weren’t unheard of, but globally, there were fewer than ten documented cases.

Just how capable was this system?

Li Fanshuang thought of Luo Xiaoxiao’s sudden emergence of a scent. Luo Xiaoxiao’s case wasn’t true differentiation—just an evolution influenced by Li Fanshuang’s pheromones.

That kind of thing was far more common.

If this system was truly powerful, maybe even Lu Chenfeng could benefit from it.

A faint smile played on Li Fanshuang’s lips. Now she understood what Fu Xinting was thinking—this woman actually believed she was an Alpha.

What kind of book had she read?

Had Li Fanshuang’s acting been so convincing that even the author mistook her for an Alpha?

How bizarre.

Realizing this, Li Fanshuang also understood she was safe around Fu Xinting. The girl was using tactics meant for Alphas—strategies that would backfire spectacularly.

“Don’t misunderstand,” Li Fanshuang set down the script and finally looked at her. “When I say I dislike you, I mean I’m married now. It’s inappropriate for me to develop feelings for another woman.”

Fu Xinting seemed to relax, her face showing a hint of playful reproach. “You scared me to death, Sister Shuangshuang. I really thought you didn’t like me.”

Li Fanshuang shrugged, neither confirming nor denying any fondness.

“Then do you have time now, Sister Shuangshuang? Let’s rehearse our scene.”

Li Fanshuang nodded. If she didn’t give Fu Xinting any chance at all, she might never find out what the girl was really up to.

Ding dong—

Her phone chimed with a message from Luo Xiaoxiao—or rather, a message from “Big Laugh” to “South Nine.”

Big Laugh: We’re together now. I never imagined she already knew I was an Alpha. Sis, I’m so happy! But there’s something I’m hesitating about.

Li Fanshuang raised an eyebrow. What could she be hesitating about?

“Sister Shuangshuang?” Fu Xinting asked when Li Fanshuang didn’t respond.

Li Fanshuang held up a hand. “Sorry, it’s a message from my wife.”

Fu Xinting’s expression remained unchanged. “Go ahead and reply first, Sister Shuangshuang.”

South Nine: What’s the hesitation?

 

Big Laugh: I’m in my rut cycle, and she’s in heat. You know how it is…

 

South Nine: Just go for it. I bet your wife has been waiting for you to make a move for ages.

 

Big Laugh: Really? How do I ‘go for it’?

 

South Nine: PS: My Alpha Lover.mp4, Be Gentle, Wife.mp4, Crimson Office.mp4, The Team Leader’s Overtime Isn’t Exactly Professional.mp4…

South Nine: Sis, these are my private collections over the years. Take them, no need to be polite.

 

Big Laugh: Sis, you’re the best! Touched.jpg I’ll finish up early and check them out later.

South Nine: If you’re a real Alpha, watch them with your wife!

Li Fanshuang was speechless. She hadn’t even watched that “Team Leader’s Overtime” one yet—she’d heard it was quite good.

Not that Li Fanshuang was into vulgar, explicit content. She preferred romantic dramas, especially the sweet nothings exchanged between lovers.

“My apologies,” Li Fanshuang set her phone down. “Let’s rehearse.”

“Okay.” Fu Xinting sensed something was different about Li Fanshuang’s mood. Had something happened?

Fu Xinting: System, what’s going on? Didn’t you say she and her wife were only pretending to be married? That wife of hers is supposed to die in prison, right? Why does Li Fanshuang seem so attached to her?

 

System: The system cannot detect the future of short-lived individuals.

What the hell?

Li Fanshuang’s expression darkened. What did that damned thing mean by calling Xiaoxiao a “short-lived individual”?

Her heart sank. Even in her unconscious state, Xiaoxiao had said something similar—that she wouldn’t live much longer. And in that story, it was because of Li Fanshuang that Xiaoxiao had died in prison.

At this thought, Li Fanshuang laughed. How absurd!

She’d have to be out of her mind to let her wife end up in prison.

“This part—I don’t think you’ve grasped it well enough.” Li Fanshuang pointed to a section of the script, lines spoken by Zhiyu after she became the princess’s lover.

But by then, Zhiyu was no mere lover or servant.

Zhiyu was the general who held sway over the court—even the prime minister, father of the crown prince’s consort, would bow respectfully and address her as “Great General.”

So the two of them grew even bolder.

Song Zifei had already become the eternal empress, openly letting Zhiyu sleep in her imperial bedchamber.

Even when the Hall of Mental Cultivation was filled with the intimate murmurs between the general and the emperor, no one dared to say a word.

“Is something wrong?” Fu Xinting asked suspiciously, her heart brimming with impatience.

How ridiculous. Can’t even my acting card win her over?

Li Fanshuang particularly despised people who relied on external means to show off, though she maintained a warm smile on her face.

She thought of Luo Xiaoxiao.

When Luo Xiaoxiao played Zhiyu, her eyes were filled with nothing but love for Song Zifei. Perhaps in front of others, she was the general, but before Song Zifei, she would always be Zhiyu.

That was why Fu Xinting’s tone was all wrong—why did she sound as if she could stand as an equal to Song Zifei?

“You still need to grasp it better.”

Li Fanshuang chuckled softly as she sat down and flipped open the script again. “Just to be safe, I’ll have my wife come over tonight. Don’t worry, we’ll rehearse first. If it really doesn’t work out, then she’ll step in.”

“Alright.” Fu Xinting forced a slight curve of her lips, barely holding herself together.

She now felt that she, the original lead, was about to be replaced by Luo Xiaoxiao, the understudy.

–

During the midday break, Luo Xiaoxiao deliberately found a secluded spot and injected herself with suppressants before daring to open the files Nan Jiu had sent her.

One title in particular caught her attention: Alpha’s Skirt.

Luo Xiaoxiao swallowed hard and nervously clicked on it.

“Don’t—”

Who knew it would be so intense right from the start? Luo Xiaoxiao hurriedly hit pause.

Guiltily, she glanced around—the break room was empty at this hour.

Just as she sighed in relief, a familiar voice sounded behind her.

“Oh~ So this is what you’re doing instead of eating? Getting some ‘spiritual nourishment,’ huh?”

Min Nanxi’s tone was teasing.

Luo Xiaoxiao flushed and immediately covered her screen. “Why are you still here?”

“Seriously?” Min Nanxi looked at her as if she were an idiot. “We’re in the same competition. You have weigh-ins coming up, and so do I. How was I supposed to know you’d be hiding here watching…”

She trailed off meaningfully.

Luo Xiaoxiao coughed lightly and awkwardly turned away—this was the first time she’d ever been caught like this.

Min Nanxi cleared her throat. “Relax, I’m a Beta. I won’t laugh at you. It’s totally normal. No need to be embarrassed. I just didn’t expect you to be into this kind of thing.”

With that, she left.

Luo Xiaoxiao was baffled. This kind of thing? What kind of thing?

She put on her headphones, found a corner, and resumed the video.

Five minutes later, Luo Xiaoxiao’s face was completely red. She hadn’t expected the video to be about that kind of…

She recalled how Li Fanshuang had asked her to wear a skirt the first time they met…

A scene from the video flashed in her mind—the two female leads engaging in a series of narcissistic acts over a video call.

The Omega’s line—“I love an Alpha’s skirt…”—left Luo Xiaoxiao burning with embarrassment.

Holy crap!

Her mind was getting dirty again. Luo Xiaoxiao recalled the series of movements the Omega made in the movie—both when facing the camera and during those intense face-to-face moments with the Alpha…

Biting her fingers nervously, Luo Xiaoxiao thought about how skilled that Omega had seemed. The movie mentioned it was completely normal for Omegas to take care of themselves during their heat. Would Li Fanshuang also…?

In an instant, Luo Xiaoxiao involuntarily superimposed Li Fanshuang’s face onto those scenes. Oh no!

Covering her head, Luo Xiaoxiao realized there was no going back—her mind was thoroughly corrupted now!!!

There was no way Li Fanshuang actually intended to… do those things with her.

Ding-dong—

The notification tone from her phone amplified through her headphones, making her heart skip a beat.

Fumbling, she opened WeChat and saw a message from Li Fanshuang. She tapped on it immediately.

Li Fanshu: If you finish early, could you come to the film studio?

Before Luo Xiaoxiao could reply, Li Fanshuang pulled the same trick again.

Li Fanshu: There’s an intimate scene to film.

Again?!

Li Fanshu: Much more intimate than last time.

Luo Xiaoxiao’s mouth fell open slightly. What? Even more intimate than last time? That would mean…

How could that be allowed?

Never mind that Fu Xinting was practically a terrorist—Luo Xiaoxiao didn’t want Li Fanshuang getting that close to anyone else now.

Luo Xiaoxiao: Around what time is the shoot?

 

Li Fanshu: In three hours.

Darkness flashed in Luo Xiaoxiao’s eyes. She went to a corner to weigh herself—close enough. Deciding to cut her lunch break short, she immediately went for a run and then a sauna!

–

By 3 p.m., Luo Xiaoxiao arrived at the film studio, drenched in sweat.

This time, she ran into Qi Fangyou.

Before Qi Fangyou could speak, Luo Xiaoxiao raised her hand. “We can talk about that later. I know nothing about filming, but if my wife is involved, I’m willing to follow her lead.”

“That’s perfect!” Qi Fangyou clapped. “I’ve already invited Actress Li. Looking forward to our collaboration.”

After shaking hands with Luo Xiaoxiao, Qi Fangyou left, satisfied.

Staring blankly at her retreating figure, Luo Xiaoxiao turned to Li Fanshuang in confusion. “Is she always like this? Does she bother you like this when I’m not around?”

Li Fanshuang nodded. “Yeah, she’s been driving me crazy. Glad you talked to her today—I didn’t know what to do.”

“Well, if you’re going, I’ll go too. You know I’m terrible at acting.”

Li Fanshuang shook her head, disagreeing. “I don’t think that’s true.”

Under Li Fanshuang’s intense gaze, Luo Xiaoxiao grew flustered and averted her eyes, unable to meet them.

“What’s wrong?” Li Fanshuang chuckled at her reaction. “If you can’t even look at me now, how are you going to handle what comes next? We have a very intimate scene to shoot soon, you know?”

“Huh?” Luo Xiaoxiao froze. Wait—I’m not the one playing Zhiyu, am I?

“I’ve already talked to Chen Yu about it. What’s with that look? You can’t expect me to film this with Fu Xinting, can you? This scene is… very private.”

A slight frown creased Li Fanshuang’s brow, her usually cool eyes now tinged with hints of displeasure and hurt.

Luo Xiaoxiao immediately surrendered. “That’s not what I meant. I just don’t know what exactly we’ll be doing.”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Li Fanshuang smiled mysteriously.

Luo Xiaoxiao was puzzled. She watched as the crew set up the scene—a canopy bed placed in the courtyard of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The bed was draped with curtains. When the lights hit, those outside could clearly see the shadows of the people inside, though the details remained hazy and indistinct.

Was this the intimate scene?

Luo Xiaoxiao swallowed nervously, not expecting such a setup.

“You should check the script,” someone said.

Li Fanshuang handed the script to Luo Xiaoxiao and kindly pointed out what this particular scene was about.

When Luo Xiaoxiao saw Song Zifei’s lines, her eyes widened in shock. How was this any different from the short film she had just watched? Song Zifei doing this in front of Zhiyu… this was just too inappropriate.

“Are you ready?” Chen Yu walked over with a serious expression.

Noticing Luo Xiaoxiao’s reddened ears and the teasing glint in her eyes, Chen Yu nudged Li Fanshuang’s arm. “Your wife doesn’t know this scene uses camera angles, does she?”

Camera angles? Luo Xiaoxiao looked up. As someone who came from outside the industry, how would she know what that meant?

“It means it looks intimate, but in reality, you’re not doing anything. It just appears that way on camera… you get it, right?”

Luo Xiaoxiao’s lips twitched. Get what? I don’t understand. “You’re deceiving the audience.”

“Isn’t that the point? If we actually filmed it for real, that would be a real problem,” Chen Yu clicked her tongue and lightly tapped Luo Xiaoxiao’s forehead with the script.

Luo Xiaoxiao sighed in relief, placing a hand over her heart. “Thank goodness. I’m not ready for that yet.”

Li Fanshuang’s peripheral gaze lingered on Luo Xiaoxiao’s nervously fidgeting hands. This silly girl didn’t know where to put them. No matter—she’d find out soon enough.

Twenty minutes later, the entire crew was ready.

At Chen Yu’s call of “Action!”, Luo Xiaoxiao—or rather, Zhiyu—stepped into the empress’s bedchamber.

Yet the moment Zhiyu saw Song Zifei, she froze.

“Your Majesty?”

Li Fanshuang in character wore a sheer gauze dress, no different from that day at the hot springs—not overly revealing, but with eyes so captivating that Luo Xiaoxiao felt her soul leave her body with just one glance.

Oh no! Luo Xiaoxiao swallowed hard. Li Fanshuang’s script is different from mine?

How am I supposed to act this out?

“Your Majesty, this… this is improper,” Luo Xiaoxiao stiffly delivered her line, her back ramrod straight.

Li Fanshuang gracefully lifted a hand, reaching beyond the gauzy curtains to tug Luo Xiaoxiao’s collar, pulling her onto the bed.

Their figures intertwined.

Li Fanshuang leaned over Luo Xiaoxiao, her gaze as bewitching as a demon’s. “What are you saying, Zhiyu? Since you address me as Your Majesty, you should know there is nothing in this world I cannot do.”

“Yes…”

Noticing Luo Xiaoxiao avoiding her gaze, Li Fanshuang gently lifted her chin. “Must Zhiyu only obey when commanded?”

“This humble subject…”

Song Zifei despised this side of Zhiyu. Her tone was both cold and coquettish. “Then I command you—remove my garments. Let me…”

She leaned down to Luo Xiaoxiao’s burning ear, where the camera couldn’t catch it, and a mischievous smile curled at Li Fanshuang’s lips.

“Let me… ascend to paradise.”