The Black Lotus Wife Forces Me to Pretend to Be an Omega. - Chapter 50

After returning to the hotel, Li Fanshuang and Luo Xiaoxiao maintained a tacit silence between them.

Li Fanshuang refrained from speaking to give Luo Xiaoxiao time to process her thoughts.

Luo Xiaoxiao, on the other hand, was simply nervous. She stood under the shower’s warm stream, water cascading down her back to the floor.

Just now…

Pressing her forehead against the cold bathroom tiles, Luo Xiaoxiao tried to calm herself.

That person earlier wasn’t Song Zifei—it was Li Fanshuang.

She had actually guided Luo Xiaoxiao’s hand to do… that.

God, the texture was incredible. Luo Xiaoxiao suddenly felt ashamed of herself.

In that moment, she’d wanted to devour Li Fanshuang whole.

“I’m actually a pervert!” Luo Xiaoxiao punched the wall in frustration, her expression pained.

Then she sank to the floor, covering her face. Was this because she’d become an Alpha?

How could her mind be filled with such… colorful thoughts?

But… but…

After filming wrapped, Li Fanshuang had approached her fully dressed. “Xiaoxiao was really impressive just now,” she’d said, infusing the word “impressive” with unmistakable suggestiveness.

Luo Xiaoxiao flushed crimson, sensing something improper in Li Fanshuang’s tone.

“I just…” Luo Xiaoxiao swallowed nervously.

“But I think you still need more practice,” Li Fanshuang had continued, biting her lower lip with ambiguous meaning in her eyes. “We have similar scenes coming up.”

Understanding the implication, and not wanting to affect Li Fanshuang’s work, Luo Xiaoxiao nodded obediently. “I actually have some… educational materials we could study together.”

What am I even saying?

Li Fanshuang’s response: “Then tonight we’ll research together. I can give you some… pointers.”

Now, standing in the bathroom, Luo Xiaoxiao panicked. Could she really watch those videos Nan Jiu sent her with Li Fanshuang present?

Knock knock knock—

“Xiaoxiao, are you almost done? I’d like to shower too.”

Luo Xiaoxiao stiffened. “Almost finished!”

She rinsed off hastily, dressed, and exited to find Li Fanshuang in a nightgown. Her suppressed tension returned instantly.

Her gaze involuntarily traced Li Fanshuang’s figure, throat bobbing. I really am a pervert!

With an amused smile, Li Fanshuang said, “Go pick out our study materials, Xiaoxiao. I’ll shower first.”

Before Luo Xiaoxiao could react, Li Fanshuang entered the bathroom. Through the frosted glass, her silhouette undressed.

Internal screaming erupted: Oh no oh no oh no!

What do I do?

The video she’d watched at noon only showed an Omega and Alpha engaging in… activities through video chat. When things escalated to actual physical contact, the visuals became too intense—Luo Xiaoxiao hadn’t dared watch properly.

No!

Gasping for air, Luo Xiaoxiao felt her scent gland throbbing at the nape of her neck.

Opening the material Nan Jiu had sent her, Luo Xiaoxiao stared at it for a long while, her eyes fixated on the words “not quite proper.”

This seemed much better—at least it didn’t contain sensitive terms like Alpha or Omega.

After all, Luo Xiaoxiao was inexperienced in romance. If she were suddenly confronted with overly intense scenes, she probably wouldn’t even dare to keep her eyes open in Li Fanshuang’s presence.

Half an hour later, Li Fanshuang finished freshening up and emerged.

“Made your choice?”

“Mm.” Luo Xiaoxiao nodded obediently.

Li Fanshuang sat down beside her, and as she moved, her short skirt rode up another inch or two. Luo Xiaoxiao could clearly see her thighs from the corner of her eye.

“Then let’s begin.” Yet Li Fanshuang maintained her usual cool demeanor, making Luo Xiaoxiao’s heart race with uncertainty.

Had she overthought things? Maybe Li Fanshuang didn’t mean anything by this at all.

But then… her gaze drifted to Li Fanshuang’s nightgown and the faintly visible upper thighs. Something about Li Fanshuang felt off.

“What?” Li Fanshuang pulled out a notebook from seemingly nowhere.

“Huh? What are you doing?” Luo Xiaoxiao was stunned. Were they really here to study?

Watching Li Fanshuang’s movements, Luo Xiaoxiao wondered if she should grab a notebook too to keep up appearances. But after craning her neck for a while, she still couldn’t figure out where Li Fanshuang had produced it from.

Oh no!

Luo Xiaoxiao covered her face. This was basically telling Li Fanshuang, “I have ulterior motives—I’m only here for the ‘not quite proper’ stuff.”

Noticing her reaction, Li Fanshuang chuckled softly and pulled another notebook from the couch. “I know it’s your first time, so I prepared one for you.”

Luo Xiaoxiao lowered her head as she took the notebook, and Li Fanshuang’s fingers brushed against her palm—intentionally or not, she couldn’t tell. A shiver ran through her. Had Li Fanshuang done that on purpose?

Just as she was pondering this, Li Fanshuang tied up her long hair and focused intently on the TV screen, looking every bit the diligent student ready to learn.

Luo Xiaoxiao mentally scolded herself—Pervert!—then clicked play on the movie she had chosen, casting it onto the TV.

The story began: A freshly graduated Alpha girl started working in the back-office department of a bank.

Luo Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief. This movie seemed perfectly normal.

The girl wore black-framed glasses and dressed plainly every day.

But when she saw her team leader, her whole world tilted—because she had once had a one-night stand with her.

Luo Xiaoxiao’s mind reeled. You could do that?

Who wrote this?

Clearly, it wasn’t quite proper.

The team leader, a cold beauty and a workaholic, didn’t seem to recognize the girl.

Back then, the girl was a newbie, and the team leader often made her work overtime.

They exchanged social media contacts, and the girl couldn’t forget that night with her team leader, frequently scrolling through her photos.

Yet the team leader’s posts were all carefully edited, risqué pictures meant for the girl’s eyes.

Luo Xiaoxiao was dumbfounded.

Li Fanshuang frowned. Clearly, her own methods weren’t up to par. She made a mental note to use this tactic in the future.

Every night, the girl fantasized over the team leader’s photos.

They were suggestive but not overly explicit—a bare shoulder here, slender fingers holding a glass of red wine there, paired with melancholic captions that screamed loneliness.

The girl couldn’t take it anymore, yet she kept pretending in front of the team leader every day.

The team leader played her part in front of the girl, until one night during overtime…

The office at night, all the surveillance cameras turned off. The girl slumped exhaustedly over her computer, reviewing documents.

The team leader stood behind her, bending slightly. “This part is wrong.”

The girl’s inner monologue narrated, “I didn’t expect her to lean in so close. She smells so good—just like that night, the scent of jasmine, cool yet intoxicating.”

The girl glanced sideways, her gaze trailing down the team leader’s collarbone. The delicate chain resting there was beautiful.

And so were the faintly visible curves beneath.

“What’s wrong?” The team leader feigned concern, tilting the girl’s chin and brushing her fingers against her cheek. “Your face is so red. Are you feeling unwell? Or…”

She leaned closer to the girl’s nape, where the Alpha’s gland was slightly swollen beneath the suppressant patch.

The team leader touched it—warm to the touch.

“Don’t—”

The girl’s voice wavered.

“Is it your rut? Hmm? Just like that night. What a coincidence… I’m the same as I was then, too.”

The girl’s inner voice whispered, “The scent of jasmine enveloped me. I was drunk on her pheromones.”

Soft rustling sounds filled the air, but unlike that night, the girl was only teasing, not fully surrendering.

Those ugly black-framed glasses were her disguise. The moment she tore them off, she became the same little wolf from that night.

“You asked for this.”

“Mmm~”

The team leader let out a soft whimper the instant the girl touched her. “Let’s see if you’ve gotten worse.”

The girl crushed their lips together in a fierce kiss—so infuriating, biting down with a hint of vengeance.

When both were left panting, the girl gripped the team leader’s waist and growled, “Did it have to be the office to satisfy you?”

“Can’t handle it?” The team leader taunted further, her collar slipping to reveal a glimpse of black lace.

A dangerous glint flashed in the girl’s eyes. “This pencil skirt is in the way. We’ll have to do it sideways.”

“You—”

What followed was a series of heated scenes.

Luo Xiaoxiao clutched her notebook, peeking over the edge—Damn, this is intense!

“Enjoying the view?” Li Fanshuang’s voice was unexpectedly sharp.

On screen, the Omega had stripped bare, and Luo Xiaoxiao hadn’t looked away once.

“Tsk—”

The film’s suggestive wet sounds filled the room. Luo Xiaoxiao gasped and turned to Li Fanshuang.

Li Fanshuang leaned in close, and Luo Xiaoxiao’s gaze instinctively dipped lower. Why does this rhythm feel familiar?

Li Fanshuang’s figure was even better than the Omega’s on screen. Luo Xiaoxiao swallowed hard, her pulse erratic.

Does this mean… next is…?

Her eyes burned with something dark, hands gripping Li Fanshuang’s shoulders urgently. “Be careful—don’t fall.”

Her voice came out rougher than she expected.

The film’s wet noises mingled with other sounds, weaving a symphony of pink, drowning them in relentless tension.

Luo Xiaoxiao exhaled shakily, willing herself to stay calm. But in that moment, something primal—something distinctly Alpha—surged within her.

Li Fanshuang let out a soft hum as she tilted her head, their noses almost touching. “Xiaoxiao is so gentle,” she murmured.

Their breaths intertwined, the nape of Luo Xiaoxiao’s neck aching slightly as the cherry wine scent eroded her senses. Almost unconsciously, she captured Li Fanshuang’s lips in a kiss—two degrees more lingering than what they’d seen in the movie.

Luo Xiaoxiao didn’t know how to kiss, but she’d just watched that film, and she was so thirsty. Only the cherry wine on Li Fanshuang’s lips seemed capable of quenching it.

What began as a butterfly kiss deepened into a French kiss, leaving Li Fanshuang breathless. Eventually, she collapsed weakly into Luo Xiaoxiao’s arms, panting slightly.

The omega’s beautiful back was sharply defined, and the heat in Luo Xiaoxiao’s eyes was about to be ignited by the mint-green tea scent. Her fingers traced the outline of those pale butterfly wings.

“Xiaoxiao~” Li Fanshuang closed her eyes, unafraid. Every word from the omega was an invitation.

“So, all those things you post in your group chat every day—they were for me to see, weren’t they?” The girl’s tone was dangerous.

“Mmm~ What do you think?” The group leader’s voice already carried a sob, but she remained defiant.

“Your body is more honest than your mouth.”

The sound of water grew louder as the movie reached its climax.

In reality, Luo Xiaoxiao was completely immersed in that glass of cherry wine.

Her eyes darkened as she pushed Li Fanshuang firmly against the edge of the sofa.

“Mmm~ You like it from behind?” Li Fanshuang teased, as defiant and sharp-tongued as ever.

Luo Xiaoxiao hummed in agreement, slowly peeling away the excess wings of those butterflies along their outline.

“I just realized—you had me fetch your suppressants…” Luo Xiaoxiao leaned down.

The alpha’s body pressed against Li Fanshuang, the mere contact enough to draw an involuntary whimper from her.

“You’ve been inviting me all along,” Luo Xiaoxiao said with a dangerous smile.

“Mmmph~~~”

The movie’s soundtrack continued, both stifling and exhilarating.

Luo Xiaoxiao kissed Li Fanshuang’s earlobe, sending a shiver through her. “Tell me, baby—does your voice sound better, or the movie’s?”

“You—” The cherry wine scent seeped into another of the omega’s glands.

“What’s wrong? Oh~ You’re crying here~”

“Shut up~” Li Fanshuang was exasperated. Why did Luo Xiaoxiao have to talk so much at a time like this?

Unrelenting, Luo Xiaoxiao kept going. “Don’t like crying? Then I’ll help you stop.”

Damn it! For the first time, Li Fanshuang cursed inwardly. She struggled to turn around, catching Luo Xiaoxiao off guard. The visual impact was…

“Wife, I’m so happy,” Luo Xiaoxiao murmured as she leaned in.

Li Fanshuang: …Is this my punishment?

Her legs gave out again. Li Fanshuang hadn’t expected certain spots to be so sensitive.

“So sweet, so sweet…”

Luo Xiaoxiao still couldn’t keep quiet. Li Fanshuang gritted her teeth and grabbed her jaw. “Can you just shut up?!”

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at her with wounded eyes. “But you smell so good, wife. I want to breathe you in. It feels unreal.”

“Fine, I’ll find another way to shut you up. You like cherry wine, don’t you?” Li Fanshuang pressed her head downward.

Nervous yet excited, Luo Xiaoxiao understood and quickly took sip after sip of the cherry wine.

Li Fanshuang melted into the sofa, intoxicated by the mint-green tea scent. She closed her eyes in bliss—finally, the world was quiet.

The room was flooded—not with water, but with jasmine milk tea from the television, while the space they occupied… became a dreamy pastel-green cocktail of sweet wine.

Li Fanshuang’s mind grew increasingly hazy. Omegas naturally crave an Alpha’s mark during such moments.

She pressed her lips against Luo Xiaoxiao’s, whimpering between kisses, “Mark me… mark me…”

The moment the words left her mouth, Li Fanshuang regretted them. Luo Xiaoxiao’s chatter immediately resumed.

“Wifey, your figure is amazing, I adore you so much,” Luo Xiaoxiao babbled like an overly affectionate golden retriever, nuzzling against her and making it impossible for Li Fanshuang to enjoy a moment of peace.

“Wifey, remember when I asked you that question? Do you really believe in the light?”

“Hehehe, my online friends really came through for me.”

“Don’t you think Zhu Yuxin is just incompetent? She had the nerve to say you weren’t good enough—but you’re so good.”

Li Fanshuang sighed. Even while marking her, Luo Xiaoxiao couldn’t stop murmuring nonsense—her mouth never rested for a second.

Finally, Li Fanshuang had no choice but to press Luo Xiaoxiao’s face down to shut her up.

“Sigh…” Silence. Blessed silence.

Well, maybe a permanent bond was still too soon for them.

Luo Xiaoxiao had nearly completed the mark, but right at the climax, she suddenly let out a confused noise—Li Fanshuang almost lost it.

What kind of ridiculous wife did I marry?!

They fooled around until three in the morning. By five, Luo Xiaoxiao’s internal clock woke her, and she sat up dazedly, rubbing her head as she blinked at her surroundings.

Then her fingers brushed against smooth, warm skin—and she was wide awake.

Luo Xiaoxiao stared in shock at Li Fanshuang, asleep beside her, her scent gland exposed with fresh bite marks.

Oh no. Luo Xiaoxiao clasped her hands together in silent apology.

Well… she might have to apologize to that other female lead who never got screen time. Because she and Li Fanshuang had already crossed every line—appropriate or not.

“Amitabha,” Luo Xiaoxiao muttered, hands still pressed together. “At least my wife won’t send me to jail now, right?”

Hehehe. She grinned dopily, gazing at Li Fanshuang’s sleeping face. So pretty!

Then Zhu Yuxin’s words echoed in her mind: “Your studio account is almost empty, isn’t it?”

Luo Xiaoxiao’s expression darkened. No way. My wife can’t suffer through hardship with me.

With renewed determination, she carefully carried Li Fanshuang back to bed before returning to her desk to work.

Four hours later, the morning sun in Fancheng streamed through the window, casting a golden glow over Li Fanshuang’s serene face—like a slumbering goddess too beautiful to disturb.

But the warmth roused her. Her lashes fluttered before she reluctantly opened her eyes, shielding them from the glare. Only then did she realize she’d been moved back to bed.

“Damn it…” She rolled over, already regretting provoking someone younger.

Groaning, Li Fanshuang forced herself up and shuffled to the living room, fishing her phone from between the couch cushions.

The screen lit up with a flood of Weibo notifications—all from Luo Xiaoxiao.

Li Fanshuang’s drowsiness faded slightly as she settled onto the sofa, scrolling through the messages one by one.

Big Laugh: Girl, that video you sent me was absolutely amazing! I never expected it to be so effective. It gave me an epiphany—my wife actually knew my identity long ago. All those things she did before were just to flirt with me!

 

Big Laugh: My wife is so wonderful, I swear… I could cry just thinking about it.

 

Big Laugh: Sniffles Sis, I’m kinda scared. My wife seems to be running out of money.

Li Fanshuang pursed her lips at this message. Wasn’t she already working to earn money? Was this really something to be so anxious about?

Did I ever let her go hungry or without clothes?

Big Laugh: Sis, do you think I might die? Shouldn’t my wife’s wife actually be me? I changed the plot, but now it feels like the story has veered completely off track.

 

Big Laugh: My mom is still alive too, though she’s mute now. But otherwise, she’s fine.

 

Big Laugh: Does this mean we can stay together forever?

The further she read, the more Li Fanshuang sensed Luo Xiaoxiao’s growing unease.

She didn’t know the specifics of the story Luo Xiaoxiao was referring to, but she knew one thing—she was a free person, not easily controlled by anything, be it a system or some predetermined plot.

She had intended to comfort Luo Xiaoxiao, but then she scrolled to the last message.

Big Laugh: I’ve noticed something really strange about how AOs interact here—pheromones are such a mysterious thing. But my wife’s situation is especially weird.

 

Big Laugh: Normally, AOs can only smell each other’s pheromones, not their own. But my wife always thought I was an Omega, so even if she smelled my pheromones, she never realized I was actually an Alpha.

 

Big Laugh: So how did she figure it out? It’s so bizarre! Maybe the female lead is just different from normal people?

Li Fanshuang tensed as she read the messages. She didn’t reply—instead, she turned off her phone and set it aside.

This was her secret. She still wanted to keep interacting with Luo Xiaoxiao under the identity of Nan Jiu.

A wry smile tugged at her lips. What kind of expression would Luo Xiaoxiao make if she ever found out she had been the one to reveal her own Alpha status?

Ring ring ring—

The phone rang again. Noticing it wasn’t her special ringtone, Li Fanshuang frowned as she answered.

“Hello?”

Chen Yu on the other end immediately picked up on her irritation. “What’s with that tone? Do you even know what time it is? Get downstairs now.”

Li Fanshuang checked the time. “It’s not that late.”

“Not late? Please, I know you—you’re the queen of sleeping in. The morning light is perfect for shooting that scene today. If I didn’t call you ahead of time, you’d drag your feet forever, and by the time you got here, the sun would’ve set!”

Li Fanshuang sighed. She wasn’t that bad at waking up. “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not joking. Hurry up.”

With that, Chen Yu hung up. Shaking her head, Li Fanshuang set the phone aside and headed to the bathroom—when suddenly, a voice echoed in her mind.

“Fu Xinting: What’s going on? How…”

The intermittent words were barely audible to Li Fanshuang.

She feared Fu Xinting might be heading towards her room.

System: Li Fanshuang doesn’t like the host. It’s recommended that the host change mission targets.

Fu Xinting: xxx I absolutely despise that loser Lu Ling, xxxx

The following lengthy content was entirely unsuitable for broadcast.

Now Li Fanshuang incidentally discovered who the real backer of “Zhiyu Court” was.

Lu Ling had such good taste?

That didn’t seem right.

Li Fanshuang frowned. In her impression, this illegitimate son of the Lu family was just a pretty face. After Lu Ting’s death, the entire Lu family fell into that woman’s hands.

Li Fanshuang raised an eyebrow. Wasn’t Lu Chenfeng just about to return and stir up trouble? In that case, this seemed like the perfect opportunity for a breakthrough.

Perhaps even the system heard Li Fanshuang’s thoughts.

System: Lu Ling’s conquest value and luck value are both poor, but his sister is different.

Li Fanshuang mentally cheered—this system was practically giving her assists.

 

Fu Xinting: Lu Chenfeng! That utterly captivating Beta doctor!

Well now, Li Fanshuang sneered, sensing someone was asking for death.

Though she wasn’t clear about Lu Chenfeng’s exact feelings toward Yuan Zhiqing, Li Fanshuang knew that pervert would never look twice at someone like Fu Xinting.

“Yuan Zhiqing.” Li Fanshuang murmured the name, an utterly ordinary face appearing in her mind.

It was actually the girl from that adult film she watched with Luo Xiaoxiao last night that gave her inspiration.

Back when she and Lu Chenfeng were high school seniors, wasn’t there a girl in their class with that exact plain appearance? What was her name again?

Couldn’t remember.

Putting it out of mind, Li Fanshuang sent Lu Chenfeng a message before going to wash up.

–

Beep Beep beep—

Jincheng, Lu Chenfeng’s residence.

Yuan Zhiqing was irritated by the phone notifications.

“Dr. Lu, your phone.”

Lu Chenfeng’s voice came from the bathroom, “Just check it for me.”

Yuan Zhiqing hmphed, picking up the phone and unlocking it with practiced ease. When she saw the content, she immediately sat up straight.

“Holy—! Lu Chenfeng get your ass over here! What’s your relationship with Fu Xinting?!”

Hearing this, Lu Chenfeng appeared at the bedroom door, “Who? I don’t know her.”

Yuan Zhiqing snorted and shoved the phone in her face.

Lu Chenfeng frowned at the words—why did they seem unfamiliar when put together like this?

Li Fanshuang: Listen, Fu Xinting wants to seduce you. I suggest you play along with her schemes—this could be your easiest path to confronting your idiot brother.

“Fu Xinting?” Lu Chenfeng looked up at the fuming Yuan Zhiqing.

Yuan Zhiqing rolled out of bed and started dressing, “So that’s how it is. No wonder Dr. Lu never gave me any commitment—you’ve got your eyes on some celebrity now!”

Lu Chenfeng pulled her into an embrace as she struggled, “Let me go!”

“Qingqing, I love you.” Lu Chenfeng’s voice was soft, “I’ve loved you since senior year.”