The Black Lotus Wife Forces Me to Pretend to Be an Omega. - Chapter 53

Luo Xiaoxiao won—without any suspense. Of course, she also showed due respect to her opponent.

“You’re really good,” Luo Xiaoxiao said sincerely.

The veteran fighter waved her hand. “I’m getting old, and you’re still so young. Keep it up!”

The audience at the scene watched this exchange with wide eyes.

“No way, Jian Xing actually lost? I bet ten bucks on her!”

“Who is this newcomer?”

“Oh my god, the odds were 1:10! I lost so much!”

Li Fanshuang paused, recalling Zhu Yuxin’s words to her:

“Your wife isn’t famous yet, so the odds aren’t very high. But her future commercial value is limitless. I suggest you buy some sports lottery tickets.”

Li Fanshuang helplessly covered her face, while Chen Yu beside her was already placing bets.

“What are you doing?” Li Fanshuang glanced at her sideways.

Chen Yu frantically tapped on her phone. “The odds for your wife’s next match are even crazier. I’m making some easy money!”

Easy money?

Li Fanshuang glanced at the screen—this woman had just thrown in 30 grand.

“I suggest you be a little more rational,” Li Fanshuang patiently advised.

Chen Yu looked up at her elegantly. “What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t you have faith in your wife?”

Li Fanshuang fell silent. Of course she had faith, but knowing that Zhu Yuxin and the others were behind the scenes manipulating the odds, she resisted the urge to bet on Luo Xiaoxiao.

After all, those schemers would take a cut, and Luo Xiaoxiao herself would also get a hefty share from the pot.

Luo Xiaoxiao whispered in Jian Xing’s ear, “Sorry about that!”

Then, turning to the audience with a microphone in hand, she shouted, “Sun Qi! You’re washed up! Get ready to lose!”

Sun Qi, her next opponent, was only twenty-five. Seeing Luo Xiaoxiao’s arrogant display, her temper flared instantly.

She stood up. “Don’t get too cocky, kid. I’ll beat you so badly even your mom won’t recognize you!”

“Bring it on!”

The tension between them ignited immediately, followed by Sun Qi’s fans hurling insults at Luo Xiaoxiao. The previously silent fighting arena erupted into chaos.

Li Fanshuang was startled by the commotion. Just as she thought the situation was about to spiral out of control, Luo Xiaoxiao raised her fist.

“Alright! Let’s all bear witness, okay?!”

“Okay!”

“Hell yeah!”

“She’s so wild—I love it!”

“Go for it!”

Li Fanshuang watched the scene with relief, her clenched fists slowly relaxing.

Honestly.

She knew her wife wasn’t the type to spout such bold words. Luo Xiaoxiao was a sensitive girl at heart—one who loved to act cute and whine a little.

Playing this kind of aggressive character was clearly pushing her out of her comfort zone.

Li Fanshuang scanned the crowd. From the looks of it, Luo Xiaoxiao’s “arrogant” act was working.

“Your wife is really something,” Chen Yu remarked, fully aware that Luo Xiaoxiao was putting on a performance.

But damn, it was effective.

Li Fanshuang sighed helplessly, “This is just how their circle survives. Without a standout persona, how can they draw attention to their matches? I just noticed reporters at the venue.”

“Ah?” Chen Yu instinctively shielded Li Fanshuang.

Li waved her hand dismissively, “No need to be so cautious. After Xiaoxiao and I appeared on that show, everyone already knows about our relationship. No point hiding it.”

Chen Yu clicked her tongue, “Sometimes I really want to fight you married couples!”

Li shrugged, unwilling to continue this conversation with her single friend. Besides…

Her gaze drifted to Chen Yu’s neck, where a bright red mark was hidden beneath a silk scarf.

The suggestive look made Chen Yu shiver. She immediately covered her neck defensively, “What are you looking at?”

“Tsk.” Li raised an eyebrow. “Seems like someone could leave singlehood anytime they want.”

“Ugh!” Chen Yu shuddered visibly. “What nonsense are you spouting? How could a human be with an animal?”

“Huh?” Li blinked in surprise. “What did Qi Fangyou do to earn such hatred? You’re actually calling him livestock now?”

Chen Yu waved her hand, “Never mind. Just remember we’re sworn enemies. And stop flaunting your relationship in front of me.”

“What?” Li chuckled. “Sour grapes much?”

Chen Yu snorted and angrily placed another bet—500,000 this time. “Your happiness is too loud. I quit!”

Li shrugged and stopped engaging. She wasn’t particularly interested in Chen’s current mood—she was more curious about what really happened between Chen and Qi Fangyou.

Not that Chen would ever tell her, of course.

Dingdong—

A WeChat notification sounded. Li opened it to see a message from Zhu Yuxin.

“That was fast,” Li muttered. The girl had already arrived in Hucheng and located the Lu residence.

“What?” Chen Yu glanced at the familiar row of villages on the screen.

Li immediately locked her phone. “Nothing.”

This was between the Lu and Zhu families—best not to involve Chen Yu.

–

Hucheng, outside the Lu family villa.

Zhu Yuxin stared at the mansion with mixed feelings. She’d severely underestimated the situation.

She’d thought Yuyu came from a wealthy family, but never imagined their home would be an entire estate.

The villa before her was just a small part of the sprawling property.

“Xingxing, come help change the young miss’s bedsheets,” called an older maid carrying an armful of linens.

Yuxin’s heart skipped a beat—could it really be this easy?

With Lu Chenfeng’s help, she’d successfully infiltrated the Lu household as a maid, albeit by hiding her gender.

She’d expected it would take much longer to get close to Yuyu.

Yet here was her chance already!

Head bowed, she followed the maid into Yuyu’s room.

Creak—

As the door opened, backlit by sunlight, Yuxin saw the little girl sitting motionless on the bed.

She had lost a lot of weight, sitting lifelessly on the bed in a white dress, nothing like the Yuyu she used to know.

She wanted to talk to Yuyu alone, but the maid was still there, and she was afraid of being discovered.

“Wang Ma, leave us. I don’t want to change right now,” Lu Yu said softly, her voice like a sharp knife slowly cutting into Zhu Yuxin’s heart.

“Miss, the master has already given orders.”

“Get out!” Lu Yu shouted, suppressing the anger in her throat. “I’m already his doll now—what more does he want?”

Zhu Yuxin’s heart ached. She lowered her head, scanning Lu Yu’s room—soft and bright, yet devoid of anything sharp.

A girl’s room without a mirror?

Zhu Yuxin’s throat tightened as her gaze fell on Lu Yu’s wrist, wrapped in white bandages. A faint pink stain had seeped through the fabric, making her heart tremble. Lu Yu had…

Her eyes stung, but she couldn’t cry now. She had no idea Lu Yu had already done something reckless.

“Miss, just let us change the sheets,” Zhu Yuxin said.

Lu Yu stiffened, hardly believing her ears. Was that Zhu Yuxin?

How had she gotten here?

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her still dressed as a maid. Lu Yu wanted to turn and look properly, but with Wang Ma nearby, she didn’t dare move too much.

Had Zhu Yuxin really come to Hucheng?

It felt unreal, yet here she was, right in front of her.

Suppressing her excitement, Lu Yu kept her tone cold. “Wang Ma, did my father send you to check if I’m still alive? The sheets were just changed this morning—why again now? Do you really think I don’t know what you’re up to?”

Wang Ma forced a stiff smile. “Miss, you really shouldn’t defy the master…”

“Get out!” Lu Yu screamed.

Wang Ma didn’t move.

Seeing this, Lu Yu stood up abruptly. “If you don’t leave, I’ll bite through my artery!”

Her eyes burned crimson, terrifying Wang Ma, who feared she might actually harm herself. She quickly motioned for Zhu Yuxin to leave with her.

Lu Yu sneered at her retreating figure. “Not changing the sheets anymore?”

Wang Ma was exasperated. What did this young mistress even want?

Lu Yu scoffed. “I don’t want to see you right now, so leave this person here. It’s not like I can escape with all the surveillance in this room, right?”

Wang Ma saw the logic in that and reluctantly glared at Zhu Yuxin. “Hurry up!”

With that, she left.

Zhu Yuxin and Lu Yu exchanged a glance.

From Lu Yu’s earlier words, Zhu Yuxin understood—the room was bugged.

At least Old Yu wasn’t that perverse; there were no cameras here.

Zhu Yuxin moved closer to Lu Yu, tapping Morse code into her palm—a method she had taught her long ago.

Lu Yu was momentarily stunned. The last time they had communicated like this, they were still in high school.

Seeing Zhu Yuxin’s dazed expression, she thought the girl had forgotten Morse code entirely. In her urgency, she immediately tried writing characters on Zhu’s palm.

Lu Yu grasped her hand firmly and tapped lightly on its back.

Silently, she mouthed, “I know.”

Zhu Yuxin breathed a sigh of relief. Before she could continue conveying any messages, Lu Yu proceeded with the coded taps: He’s not my father.

What?

A chill ran down Zhu Yuxin’s spine. What did she mean by “not your father”?

That man isn’t Old Yu? she asked through taps.

Lu Yu nodded affirmatively, tapping on her hand: No. And guess who he’s chosen as my fiancé?

Zhu Yuxin: Lu Ling?

Lu Yu: How did you know?

Now Zhu Yuxin was certain—Old Yu had likely fallen victim to the Lu family’s schemes.

Realizing this, she knew she had to inform Lu Chenfeng.

Zhu Yuxin: Wait two days. I’ll find a way to get you out first.

Lu Yu: It’s useless. The estate is massive—we can’t possibly escape. What’s more, I haven’t seen my father once since returning. I’m terrified now.

Zhu Yuxin’s eyes darkened. The situation was far more dire than she’d imagined.

–

Li Fanshuang received Zhu Yuxin’s message late at night.

Within the Lu estate, Zhu Yuxin had virtually no personal time. Mobile phones were strictly prohibited throughout the manor.

She could only contact Li Fanshuang and Lu Chenfeng after leaving the premises.

When Li Fanshuang read the message, she felt like she’d stumbled into a spy thriller.

Just two days prior, Qi Fangyou had invited her and Luo Xiaoxiao to watch one.

“What’s wrong?” Luo Xiaoxiao, fresh from her shower, wrapped her arms around Li Fanshuang’s waist. Annoyed that her wife was glued to her phone, she grumbled, “What’s so interesting there?”

Li Fanshuang handed the phone directly to Luo Xiaoxiao.

The gesture flustered Luo Xiaoxiao, who covered her face. “Just tell me. I don’t want to read it.”

Li Fanshuang hummed in acknowledgment. “Zhu Yuxin has taken a job as a maid at Lu Yu’s house.”

“Huh?” Luo Xiaoxiao never imagined Zhu Yuxin would re-enter the workforce.

“What is this?” Some kind of roleplay?

Luo Xiaoxiao was baffled.

“Initially, she wanted to talk to Old Yu, but since she couldn’t meet him, she found another way to see Lu Yu. And that’s not even the most interesting part.”

“Then what is?” Luo Xiaoxiao’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Did she and Lu Yu play maid roleplay?”

Li Fanshuang smacked her forehead lightly. “I’ve noticed you’ve become particularly cheeky since we… you know.”

Luo Xiaoxiao feigned injury, whimpering pitifully as she collapsed onto Li Fanshuang’s lap, pretending to sob. “You’re already tired of me. In your heart, even your phone is more important than I am.”

“Enough already. Fine, I’ll tell you. Lu Yu hasn’t seen Old Yu once since returning all this time.”

“What?!” Luo Xiaoxiao bolted upright, an inexplicable chill running down her spine.

She pressed a hand to her chest, an uneasy feeling settling in her heart.

In the original novel’s plot, Lu Yu and Zhu Yuxin had virtually no storyline.

After the variety show ended, they exited the stage entirely.

What was happening now?

“That can’t be right.” Luo Xiaoxiao murmured, pressing a fist to her lips. “There shouldn’t be any more scenes left.”

According to the rules of this novel world, characters without remaining scenes should naturally be free.

“How come we don’t even have marriage freedom rights?”

Li Fanshuang looked at Luo Xiaoxiao with a complicated expression. “Lu Yu said something particularly unbelievable—’He’s not Old Yu.'”

“What? Then who is he? An alien?” Luo Xiaoxiao found this utterly bizarre.

Li Fanshuang shrugged. If this world was already a novel, wasn’t it normal for strange things to happen?

She didn’t share these thoughts with Luo Xiaoxiao, nor had she read the novel Lu Chenfeng sent her.

Lu Chenfeng said their lives had already changed, so logically the book should have changed too.

But it hadn’t. He warned that if Li Fanshuang read it, she’d never find peace—always doubting whether the person she loved was just a paper character rather than real.

So Lu Chenfeng advised her not to invite trouble.

Li Fanshuang took his advice, choosing to continue living happily with Luo Xiaoxiao.

But Lu Yu’s statement today was unsettling.

That man wasn’t her father?

“Honestly, I think Lu Yu just feels resentful because Old Yu is forcing her to marry someone she dislikes,” Luo Xiaoxiao suggested.

Luo Xiaoxiao nodded, finding some logic in Li Fanshuang’s words.

“Has Old Yu decided who the groom will be?” Luo Xiaoxiao asked, also finding Old Yu rather peculiar.

Why reject the perfect Zhu Yuxin for that useless Fang Jin?

Li Fanshuang clicked her tongue hesitantly. “Apparently he’s chosen that illegitimate son from the Lu family.”

“Oh…” Luo Xiaoxiao was puzzled. “I thought he wanted someone easy to control? Why pick this Lu—”

“Lu Ling.”

“What?” Luo Xiaoxiao paused. “His name’s that slapdash?”

She pursed her lips—the name alone revealed everything about him.

“It does feel sudden,” Li Fanshuang agreed.

Luo Xiaoxiao hummed. “This is their trial. Do you think it’s some Lu family conspiracy? Drugging Old Yu into obedience so once Lu Ling marries Lu Yu, they can seize the family fortune?”

Li Fanshuang froze. Why did this absurd theory sound plausible?

How ridiculous that she’d even consider it.

Beep beep—

A message from Lu Chenfeng.

Li Fanshuang opened it:

Lu Chenfeng: I’ve returned to Hucheng. Met Fu Xinting and Lu Ling.

Of course!

Li Fanshuang had forgotten about the system. With that, all the bizarre occurrences could be explained.

Simultaneously, Luo Xiaoxiao had a realization—if Fu Xinting was a system-equipped protagonist, others could have systems too! Or be influenced by them!

What a clever girl I am!

She glanced at Li Fanshuang, struggling to voice her suspicions.

Noticing her hesitation, Li Fanshuang said, “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What’s up?” Luo Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly, though her heart was tangled in knots.

Li Fanshuang chuckled lightly, “Fu Xinting has withdrawn from the group.”

“Ah?” Luo Xiaoxiao’s mouth formed an ‘O’ shape—that shouldn’t be possible, right?

A strategist actually gave up on their target?

Could it be that she realized Li Fanshuang was as stubborn as a rock in a latrine?

“And Chen Yu just found out who her backer was. Now that they’ve pulled their funding, Zhu Yuxin and Lu Chenfeng have stepped in with investments. Chen Yu has been over the moon these past couple of days. There’s something she wants to discuss with you through me.”

“What?” A bad feeling crept into Luo Xiaoxiao’s heart. “Don’t tell me she wants me to play Zhiyu?”

Li Fanshuang nodded with a smile. “You guessed it. Chen Yu said it has to be you.”

Luo Xiaoxiao huffed and crossed her arms haughtily. “When Qi Fangyou wanted me, he begged three times and pleaded four. But her? She just sends you to convince me.”

“So, you don’t want to act as my partner? Or would you prefer I pair up with someone else?” Li Fanshuang propped her chin on her hand, her narrow phoenix eyes brimming with an alluring charm.

Luo Xiaoxiao swallowed hard and rubbed the back of her neck uneasily. Had her rut been going on this long? Why did she feel like something was off?

“Wifey, don’t you think my rut is lasting too long?”

“No, your rut’s already over,” Li Fanshuang covered her mouth with a laugh.

Luo Xiaoxiao let out a small whimper, like a wronged kitten. So, she was just a hopeless pervert…

“You just like me,” Li Fanshuang whispered by her ear, her presence shifting between that of a goddess and a seductive fox spirit—two contradictory roles brought vividly to life in her.

She tempted Luo Xiaoxiao into saying those words.

Burying her face in Li Fanshuang’s neck, Luo Xiaoxiao greedily inhaled her scent—sweet cherry wine.

If she could, she’d drown in this happiness forever and never wake up.

“Li Fanshuang~” Her voice was soft, like that of an innocent child or a devout believer…

“Hmm?”

“I like you.”

Ripples spread across the lake in Li Fanshuang’s heart. So, this was how it felt to hear her confession?

Come to think of it, she was already thirty. Right, Xiaoxiao came from another world—how old was she there?

What had her life been like before?

Wrapping her arms around her lover’s waist, Li Fanshuang leaned her weight against her.

Luo Xiaoxiao breathed in her scent. “Wifey, can we… again tonight?”

“Xiaoxiao, I’d never refuse you.”

Flames ignited in an instant, and Luo Xiaoxiao forgot all restraint.

As mint green tea tangled with sweet cherry wine, Luo Xiaoxiao thought—even if her fate was to be shattered to pieces, so what?

She was still by her side now. All she could hold onto was the present Li Fanshuang and herself.

So, she decided to live in the moment.

“Wifey, how do you feel? Isn’t it…?”

Before she could finish, Li Fanshuang sealed her lips. She couldn’t understand why Luo Xiaoxiao always had to talk.

After a while, Li Fanshuang couldn’t hold out any longer and collapsed onto Luo Xiaoxiao’s shoulder, panting.

Luo Xiaoxiao’s endless chatter resumed.

“Wifey, you still haven’t told me you like me! I said it to you—why won’t you say it back?”

“Wifey, say it to me, please? If you don’t, does that mean you don’t like me?”

Li Fanshuang sighed helplessly, supporting her waist while gritting her teeth, “Even in this state… how do you expect me to… like… hmm… shut up.”

“Wuwuwu, you’re actually scolding me? I’m going to punish you!”

Damn it! Li Fanshuang cursed inwardly again. What’s wrong with young people these days? Why can’t they properly understand what I’m saying?

“Do you like me or not?”

“I like it!” Li Fanshuang couldn’t take it anymore and decided to surrender.

A mischievous smile curled at the corner of Luo Xiaoxiao’s lips. “You like it like this?”

“Ah— Not so rough!” Li Fanshuang’s tone sounded fierce, but to Luo Xiaoxiao’s ears, it carried an entirely different meaning.

Li Fanshuang had never imagined she would actually prefer it a little rougher.

Damn! Am I some kind of masochist?

The thought frightened her.

But just as she tried to push Luo Xiaoxiao away, shifting slightly, Luo Xiaoxiao misunderstood.

So my wife actually likes this kind of play?

By the time Li Fanshuang realized what Luo Xiaoxiao was doing, it was already too late.

“You… don’t…”

Luo Xiaoxiao’s heart soared—look how happy she’s made her sister, she can’t even speak!

With that in mind, the diligent little puppy redoubled her efforts.

Li Fanshu: So this is my karma coming to knock.

Before exhaustion dragged her into unconsciousness, Li Fanshuang couldn’t help but wonder—how could this night feel so endless? How could her young, energetic Alpha be so… inexhaustible?

–

Hucheng, Lu Chenfeng’s home.

Yuan Zhiqing sat on the sofa with her arms crossed. By the time Lu Chenfeng returned, it was already midnight.

“What’s wrong? Why so upset?”

Lu Chenfeng immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Yuan Zhiqing shook off her grasp and pulled out her phone, showing a text from Fu Xinting. “See for yourself. Your little lover has already danced right in front of me.”

Lu Chenfeng’s gaze darkened as she read the message. What a bold woman.

“You doubt me?” Lu Chenfeng feigned hurt.

Her expression made Yuan Zhiqing falter.

She felt flustered, but her heart ached with grievance. “I haven’t even said anything, and you’re already acting wronged.”

Lu Chenfeng leaned in, whispering by her ear, “Don’t worry, Qingqing. I’d never betray you. Just wait a little longer, and I’ll tell you everything.”

She pressed a soft kiss to Yuan Zhiqing’s forehead.

If only you could be as free as this world—no longer a pitiful pawn.

She could never forget the original plot.

Yuan Zhiqing was destined to die in next month’s online witch hunt…