The Black Lotus Wife Forces Me to Pretend to Be an Omega. - Chapter 52

Beep Beep beep—

Yuan Zhiqing was nearly going insane. Why did Lu Chenfeng have so many calls even on a Sunday?

Couldn’t these things wait until Monday?!

“Lu Chenfeng! Have you even looked at your phone?!”

Lu Chenfeng walked out of the kitchen and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Sorry about that.”

She picked up her phone and quietly slipped out of the bedroom.

A glance at the caller ID—

Li Fanshuang.

“What do you want? It’s so early,” Lu Chenfeng snapped irritably.

Was this woman out of her mind?

On the other end of the line, Li Fanshuang was even more furious. “Lu Chenfeng, do you really think I didn’t see the message you sent me last night? Spit it out—how much do you actually know?”

Lu Chenfeng paused, her brow furrowing slightly. After about two minutes, she sighed and retreated into the kitchen.

“I was just drunk last night. Pretend it was all nonsense.”

Last night, she had pulled Yuan Zhiqing into a conversation about the past—about how 18-year-old Lu Chenfeng had first arrived in this unfamiliar city, surrounded by strangers.

Yet back then, it was as if she had been out of control, relentlessly pursuing Li Fanshuang without any boundaries.

She had been exhausted—bullied, isolated.

She couldn’t understand why that invisible force had compelled her to grovel before Li Fanshuang when it was never what she truly wanted.

And precisely because of her closeness to Li Fanshuang, the people around her had despised her even more.

But then, Yuan Zhiqing had appeared—the quiet girl who always sat in the corner of the classroom, the one no one ever noticed.

She had taken Lu Chenfeng’s hand and told her not to be afraid.

From that day on, the invisible force in Lu Chenfeng’s world had vanished.

Last night, after drinking too much, she had recounted all of this to Yuan Zhiqing in a different way—revealing that they had known each other long before.

At first, Yuan Zhiqing had been utterly confused. It wasn’t until Lu Chenfeng mentioned Jin City No. 7 High School that fragments of memory began to surface.

Yuan Zhiqing’s recollection was strange, as if that part of her life had been erased. But last night, Lu Chenfeng had become the notebook, laying out every page and every word before her.

Only then did Yuan Zhiqing slowly remember their first meeting.

But Yuan Zhiqing’s reaction had frightened Lu Chenfeng.

Back when she had failed her secondary gender differentiation, and when that woman had brought her illegitimate child to their doorstep, Lu Chenfeng had once had a dream.

In that dream, she had become an Alpha, living a completely different life.

But then the scene shifted, and she saw her entire existence—her life bound to someone named Li Fanshuang.

She loathed that feeling—the sense that her entire existence was meant to serve Li Fanshuang.

All because she was the protagonist of this world.

And Lu Chenfeng? She was just the devoted supporting character in that story.

What a ridiculous setup. How could she possibly be such a pathetic, groveling fool?

Later, she saw Li Fanshuang’s life—seemingly glamorous, yet just as trapped as her own, forced to follow the so-called “plot.”

Fake-marrying one person, only to end up with another Alpha who appeared out of nowhere.

That Alpha’s name couldn’t be spoken. Her identity couldn’t be revealed.

How absurd.

Fine, so Li Fanshuang knows now.

“Since you already know, there’s nothing left for me to hide,” Lu Chenfeng said in a low voice.

Li Fanshuang replied, “Just say it. We’ve been friends for so many years—I don’t want you to carry this burden alone.”

“Don’t act all noble. I’m not as lucky as you. After all, you’re the female lead.”

Li Fanshuang froze, taking a long moment before responding, “Huh? What did you just call me?”

Her tone and words eerily mirrored that day when Da Xiao had messaged her, laughing.

So…

“You’re a transmigrator too?” Li Fanshuang frowned. At this point, she could accept anything—her wife was already a transmigrator, so what if her old classmate was one too?

This time, it was Lu Chenfeng’s turn to fall silent. This wasn’t how she had imagined this going.

“What transmigrator? I’m not a transmigrator. I just know the truth about this world—we’re inside a book, you—”

She blurted it out before realizing something.

Lu Chenfeng covered her face. How could she forget Li Fanshuang was an award-winning actress? She had just been played!

Li Fanshuang had no idea about the contents of that message—she had tricked her into confessing!

Damn it. She’d actually fallen for it.

“Wait, is there someone around you who’s a transmigrator?” Lu Chenfeng gritted her teeth. She had still lost to the female lead in the end.

Li Fanshuang giggled. “Why should I tell you? Lu Chenfeng, you kept such a huge secret from me—that’s not very friendly.”

“You’re one to talk. You never mentioned having a transmigrator around you either.”

Li Fanshuang rolled her eyes. Of course she wouldn’t tell this lunatic. If she revealed Luo Xiaoxiao was a transmigrator, Lu Chenfeng might drag her straight to the dissection lab.

“Remember Fu Xinting, the one I mentioned before?” Li Fanshuang smirked slyly.

A dangerous glint flashed in Lu Chenfeng’s eyes. “What about her?”

“Not only is she a transmigrator—she’s also a mission-taker.”

A mission-taker?

After learning this was a novel world, Lu Chenfeng had obsessively studied all kinds of bizarre stories. Many of them featured a mysterious element—systems.

“She has a system?” Lu Chenfeng’s eyes lit up. Her entire life had been spent researching how to break free from fate’s chains.

She had tried, but failed.

Until Yuan Zhiqing appeared and gave her clarity. Though her happiness was short-lived—Yuan Zhiqing had vanished for a while before reappearing on a variety show.

Thankfully, Lu Chenfeng knew Li Fanshuang’s life inside out. That book had been filled with every detail of her existence.

Lu Chenfeng understood fate could be changed—but at a great cost.

So she chose to give up. But now, a living, breathing system was right in front of her. She had no reason not to seize this chance.

“Seems you’ve done your research. She does have a system, and I really want it.” Li Fanshuang had heard the system speak—its moral compass seemed decent.

Lu Chenfeng knew Li Fanshuang must be hiding even bigger secrets, but now wasn’t the time to confront her.

Lu Chenfeng said, “So you know her and the system’s plans. Tell me.”

Li Fanshuang didn’t continue hiding the truth. Since the other party already knew, she straightforwardly admitted she could hear the system’s voice.

Of course, she also revealed that the financial backer behind Fu Xinting was none other than her dear younger brother Lu Ling.

“Idiots flock together,” Lu Chenfeng snorted coldly.

“What exactly did that book say?” Li Fanshuang was somewhat curious.

She recalled Fu Xinting’s inner thoughts that day—how she’d called Xiaoxiao “short-lived.”

This description bothered Li Fanshuang deeply. If possible, she wanted to stay with Xiaoxiao for a very, very long time.

Thinking of all the absurd things Li Fanshuang had done, Lu Chenfeng chuckled lightly. “It wrote about how you concealed your gender and married Luo Xiaoxiao to further your entertainment career.”

Li Fanshuang fell silent. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked—nothing good ever came out of this person’s mouth.

“Why don’t you just write that novel yourself?”

“How did you know I already did?” Lu Chenfeng smirked mischievously. She’d once written down all the plot points she remembered.

Of course, these were all about Li Fanshuang—after all, she was the protagonist.

Li Fanshuang snorted. “After knowing you for so long, you think I wouldn’t know what’s on your mind?”

“You really do understand me,” Lu Chenfeng scoffed, scenes from the book flashing through her mind.

Lu Chenfeng silently harbored feelings for Li Fanshuang.

“What’s with that tone? Does the book say you’re hopelessly in love with me?”

“Get lost!” With that, Lu Chenfeng abruptly hung up.

Staring at the disconnected call, Li Fanshuang blinked. She knew she’d guessed right—otherwise, the other wouldn’t have been so angry.

Tick tock, tick tock—

For some reason, the room felt unusually quiet today.

Early in the morning, Chen Yu had sent her two messages. First, one of the investors for “Knowing Fish Pavilion” had been replaced. Li Fanshuang knew this was Lu Chenfeng and Zhu Yuxin’s doing—they’d squeezed Lu Ling out.

The second was that the actress for Zhiyu had left, leaving the role temporarily vacant.

Li Fanshuang wanted to discuss this with Luo Xiaoxiao, but she’d left early in the morning.

Her first match was in the afternoon. Though it wasn’t highly anticipated, she still wanted to go cheer Luo Xiaoxiao on.

After getting ready, Li Fanshuang prepared to leave.

Knock knock knock—

The sound made her frown slightly. Who would come at this hour?

As long as it wasn’t Fu Xinting, anyone would be fine.

She didn’t hear the system’s voice, so it probably wasn’t Fu Xinting either.

“Li Fanshuang!”

It was Chen Yu.

But what was with that grief-stricken, tearful tone?

Li Fanshuang’s gossip radar went off instantly, and she hurried to open the door.

Chen Yu stood there, hair disheveled, wearing only a bear-print pajama set, with inexplicable marks on her face and neck.

What in the world…

“Did you get robbed?” Li Fanshuang muttered under her breath. What kind of dumb thief would target Chen Yu?

Everyone in the industry knew Chen Yu was a broke director.

“That damn Qi Fangyou!” Chen Yu stormed into the room.

“I’m telling you, that Qi Fangyou is such a brute! What kind of Omega acts like that?!”

Li Fanshuang gasped. “Qi Fangyou? An Omega?”

No matter how you look at it, they just don’t seem compatible, do they?

“Your wife is such a fighter and still an Omega,” Chen Yu’s voice rose a few pitches.

Li Fanshuang curled her lips, “What are you doing here? Did Qi Fangyou take a bite out of you?”

“What…?” Chen Yu’s bravado instantly deflated, her gaze turning evasive.

“I didn’t—we were just chatting and had a bit too much to drink…”

Her voice trailed off, losing its conviction by the end.

“It was her fault.”

Li Fanshuang sensed something—perhaps she and Luo Xiaoxiao had oversimplified things. Maybe it wasn’t just a casual fling, but an old flame rekindled?

“Did you know each other before?” Li Fanshuang asked, mentally noting this juicy gossip to share with her wife later!

Chen Yu took a deep breath and shook her head vigorously, as if trying to shake that person out of her mind.

“Whatever. Listen, Fu Xinting left. Can your wife actually make it to our shoot?”

Li Fanshuang pulled out her phone and pointed to a very niche local news outlet. “My wife has a match this afternoon. She’s in competition season right now, so her schedule might not align perfectly.”

She expected workaholic Chen Yu to protest, but to her surprise, the woman fell silent for a moment before nodding. “Well, there’s nothing we can do about that. This week, we’ll just shoot your solo scenes.”

“You actually…” Li Fanshuang stared at her, half-wondering if she’d been body-snatched.

Was this some system imposter trying to trick her?

“What’s with that look?” Chen Yu shuddered under her gaze, rubbing her arms. “I’m telling you, I’m not that kind of Alpha!”

Li Fanshuang rolled her eyes. “What are you even thinking? You, of all people, not throwing a fit over my wife missing the shoot?”

“Your wife’s job isn’t to act in our show, you know,” Chen Yu chuckled, looking at Li Fanshuang like she was an idiot.

“But I get it.” Chen Yu pointed at her. “You’re really lucky. Several times when your wife showed up, she was still sweaty and rushed. I heard fighters have to be super strict with themselves, especially before weigh-ins. Li Fanshu, your wife really loves you.”

Fireworks bloomed in Li Fanshuang’s heart, a smile playing at her lips.

“I know.”

Ding—

Big Laugh: Sis, I love my wife so much.

Li Fanshuang’s smile widened as she typed a reply.

South Nine: I love my wife too, but I’m so scared she’ll leave me.

 

Big Laugh: Sis, I’ve figured it out. Who can guarantee the future? Yesterday’s already gone, tomorrow’s uncertain—all we have is now.

Li Fanshuang stared at those words, then stood up. “Chen Yu, do you want to come watch Xiaoxiao’s match with me? If not, you can hang out in my room for a bit.”

She knew Chen Yu might be avoiding Qi Fangyou.

Chen Yu’s expression shifted, excitement flickering in her eyes. “Wait, you’re saying you’re going to watch a live fight?”

“Mm-hmm.” Li Fanshuang nodded, walking to the doorway to change her shoes. “At this time, Xiaoxiao should be doing her pre-match preparations. I thought I’d go have lunch with her at noon.”

“I’ll come with you!” Chen Yu sprang to her feet. “I’ve never seen such an intense competition up close before.”

“Huh?” Li Fanshuang was both amused and exasperated. “Since when did you get interested in this? Didn’t you hate violence the most? What, did someone rub off on you?”

Chen Yu vehemently denied it. “Don’t talk nonsense! I just want to see it up close. Whenever I watch it on TV, it feels so unreal. How strong must that punch be to knock someone out like that with a single hit?”

Li Fanshuang shook her head. “I don’t know. Xiaoxiao usually doesn’t talk to me about these things.”

Though, some Alphas do have remarkable physical strength.

“Hmm~” Chen Yu pondered. “That’s exactly why I have to see it for myself.”

Li Fanshuang shrugged. “Go ahead. It’s not like you’re going to the film set today anyway.”

She pointed at Chen Yu’s face and neck, where the telltale marks hadn’t faded yet.

Chen Yu scoffed and pointed at Li Fanshuang’s neck in return.

Only then did Li Fanshuang catch a glimpse of a similar mark in her peripheral vision.

“This is perfectly normal for us, isn’t it?” Li Fanshuang raised an eyebrow. She was married now—wasn’t it natural to be affectionate with her wife?

“Sure, sure, you always have an answer for everything.” Chen Yu had nothing left to say.

She casually grabbed one of Li Fanshuang’s scarves and draped it around her neck to cover the marks. “Do you have a mask?”

“Here.” Li Fanshuang handed her a black one—standard gear for a celebrity on the go.

Fully geared up, Chen Yu and Li Fanshuang arrived at the martial arts arena.

It was nothing like Chen Yu had imagined. There were only a handful of people scattered about.

“Why are there so few people here?” Chen Yu whispered to Li Fanshuang beside her.

Coming out with Li Fanshuang, she had braced herself for paparazzi.

But in this vast venue, why were there only a few people?

“That’s just how the sports industry is these days,” Li Fanshuang murmured. “People only care about the matches they’re interested in. Put it this way—if I weren’t famous, would you have chosen me for ‘The Fish Court’?”

Chen Yu understood and fell silent, following Li Fanshuang to the lounge where they met Luo Xiaoxiao.

“Xiaoxiao.” Li Fanshuang removed her mask and nodded politely at Min Nanxi standing nearby.

The moment Min Nanxi saw Li Fanshuang, she stuttered, “L-L-L-Li…”

She gulped, looking utterly starstruck.

Her silly expression made Luo Xiaoxiao chuckle. She took Li Fanshuang’s hand and said, “I haven’t told you yet, but this one’s your fan.”

Li Fanshuang blinked. “Huh?”

So this isn’t your… side chick?

Luo Xiaoxiao: Huh? What’s with that look?

Li Fanshuang cleared her throat. “Oh, I see.”

Luo Xiaoxiao eyed her suspiciously. “Wife, what were you just thinking?”

“What could I possibly be thinking?” Li Fanshuang countered.

For some reason, Luo Xiaoxiao felt a pang of guilt. Wait, what did that look mean just now?

Was she suspecting something between me and Min Nanxi?

“I’ve told you before,” Luo Xiaoxiao said with a pout.

Li Fanshuang patted her head gently, “Alright, I know now, little sister.”

Wow~

Min Nanxi watched their interaction and couldn’t help exclaiming how sweet they were.

“Xiaoxiao, I’m so jealous of you,” Min Nanxi whined, feeling indignant inside—the grudge of Luo Xiaoxiao stealing her wife was absolutely unforgivable!

After all, Li Fanshuang was her goddess!

“You’re my fan?”

“Yes!” Min Nanxi stood straight, like a soldier awaiting inspection.

Li Fanshuang chuckled lightly, “Have you seen my works?”

Luo Xiaoxiao, standing nearby, shrank her neck slightly—this question sounded oddly familiar, as if her wife had asked her the same thing before.

“My favorite is ‘Flying Dragon Inn.’ You were absolutely amazing in it! Let me tell you, during that time, I even dreamed about—mmph!”

Luo Xiaoxiao knew this rascal was about to spout some shameless nonsense, so she quickly covered Min Nanxi’s mouth.

“Shut up!”

Danger flashed in Luo Xiaoxiao’s eyes—how dare this girl spout nonsense right in front of her!

Min Nanxi looked aggrieved.

Li Fanshuang realized she had misunderstood Luo Xiaoxiao—this Min Nanxi wasn’t here for her.

Chen Yu watched their exchange with a complicated expression before leaning in to whisper to Li Fanshu, “I think this girl might just be another one of your obsessive fans. Maybe you should warn your wife to keep her distance, just in case she tries to assassinate her and take her place…”

“Have you been watching too many political dramas?” Li Fanshuang shot her an exasperated look.

Chen Yu pouted, “I was just trying to be helpful.”

Min Nanxi patted her chest earnestly, “Actress Li, Director Chen, don’t worry—I’m a good person.”

Chen Yu scoffed, “No bad person ever admits they’re bad.”

Li Fanshuang facepalmed—did this woman have to be so blunt?

Xiaoxiao hadn’t been in this world for long, and making friends wasn’t easy for her.

Her previous wealthy online friend was now being pressured into marriage by her father and had no time to hang out with Luo Xiaoxiao. Now, finally, someone new had come along.

What was Chen Yu trying to do?

Li Fanshuang’s sharp glare carried enough weight to make Chen Yu obediently step aside and shut up.

Fine, since this girl knew her name, she’d let it slide—Chen Yu consoled herself with that thought.

“What time is your competition this afternoon? Want to grab lunch together first?” Li Fanshuang pinched Luo Xiaoxiao’s cheek playfully.

Luo Xiaoxiao flushed with embarrassment—being so intimate in front of so many people…

Li Fanshuang pretended not to notice her discomfort, teasing, “Hmm? Why is your face so red?”

Chen Yu: Shameless Alpha! Marriage really does give you a free pass to be a flirt, huh?

Min Nanxi: Does Actress Li always pamper Xiaoxiao like this every day?

Luo Xiaoxiao took Li Fanshuang’s hand, “Let’s go together then.”

–

The four of them had a casual meal at a nearby private kitchen.

Min Nanxi felt incredibly lucky to have met Luo Xiaoxiao when she saw the lavish spread of dishes.

“Xiaoxiao, I’ve always wanted to try this place—thank you for giving me the chance.”

Luo Xiaoxiao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at her enthusiasm before glancing at Li Fanshu, “Maybe we should still be frugal…”

The remaining words went unspoken. Luo Xiaoxiao thought it best not to say too much—what if Li Fanshuang felt embarrassed?

Li Fanshuang shook her head while ladling her a bowl of soup. “This place charges to my mother’s membership card, so don’t worry. We’re not using my family’s money.”

Hearing this, Luo Xiaoxiao felt relieved.

“Xiaoxiao, I remember your opponent this afternoon is quite an experienced fighter. How are your preparations? I didn’t expect you’d face her in your very first match,” Min Nanxi said while chewing on a chicken leg.

Luo Xiaoxiao nodded—she had naturally researched her opponent beforehand.

“Don’t worry, it’s no big deal.”

Li Fanshuang didn’t ask much about her boxing career, but she knew Xiaoxiao didn’t seem to enjoy it.

“Miss Min, why did you choose boxing?” Li Fanshuang inquired.

Xiaoxiao blinked and looked at Nanxi. She initially assumed they shared similar backgrounds—coming from poor families—but now realized she might have been mistaken.

Nanxi’s sports gear was complete, unlike her own past self who used the same tattered gloves for three years.

“Me?” Nanxi pointed at her nose. “I love it.”

Love?

Xiaoxiao stared blankly at her soup bowl.

Did she really dislike boxing that much?

Not exactly. There was a time when she particularly loved it—boxing meant full meals, big houses, and traveling to places she’d never been.

Had she loved it back then too?

Xiaoxiao felt confused.

“My grades were decent in class, but my personality wasn’t likable. I’m stubborn—once I decide on a path I like, I stick with it. And now I’ve achieved something,” Nanxi said with a smile.

Xiaoxiao thought she resembled her mother—always so carefree and optimistic, even laughing when hit during training.

“Xiaoxiao, I envy you. You’re so young yet already so skilled. You have a long road ahead.”

As Nanxi spoke, Xiaoxiao’s expression changed.

She used to see fighting merely as a means of survival, a last resort when all else failed. But now, it seemed different.

–

3 PM, Fancheng Combat Gym.

Xiaoxiao stepped into the octagon again, past and present overlapping.

Cheers erupted around her.

Smiling at her new opponent, she thought of what she had once lost.

She hadn’t chosen fighting—fighting had chosen her.

She would never forget that day in the UFC octagon, speaking broken English: “My name is Luo Xiaoxiao. I’m from China. Do you remember me?!”

In the stands, Li Fanshuang watched Xiaoxiao fall and rise again and again. Only then did she truly understand—this was the person she loved, not the one from the stories.

Ding-dong—

A WeChat notification sounded.

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