The Black Lotus Wife Forces Me to Pretend to Be an Omega. - Chapter 55

As sunlight streamed into the room, Yuan Zhiqing’s eyelashes fluttered before she reluctantly opened her eyes. The lingering scent of a newly differentiated Alpha still clung to the tip of her nose.

“Damn it.” Struggling to move her body, Yuan Zhiqing cursed Lu Chenfeng—who wasn’t even by her side—both in her heart and under her breath.

“Are you cursing me?” Lu Chenfeng’s teasing voice came from the direction of the bathroom.

Yuan Zhiqing shot her an annoyed glance and touched the back of her neck. “Fine, I was wrong, okay?! Are you a dog or something? You nearly bit through it.”

Lu Chenfeng raised her hands in surrender. “My bad. I didn’t expect it to be so hard to control.”

“Alright, now can you finally explain what the hell happened last night?” Yuan Zhiqing beckoned, signaling for her to hurry over.

A freshly marked Omega desperately needed her Alpha’s comfort.

Lu Chenfeng walked over and sat beside her, the scent of tequila making Yuan Zhiqing dizzy all over again.

Wrapping her arms around Yuan Zhiqing’s waist, Lu Chenfeng buried her face in her neck and inhaled deeply. “I love the smell of peaches.”

“So now you admit you can smell it?” Yuan Zhiqing chuckled. When she had asked before, this woman had refused to answer.

“I didn’t know if I still had a chance to differentiate.” Lu Chenfeng nuzzled against her neck.

Yuan Zhiqing sighed. “Honestly, if you hadn’t told me we knew each other in high school, I would’ve almost forgotten you. But somehow, after you mentioned it, those memories just came flooding back. So you’ve liked me since back then? If you hadn’t said anything, I really would’ve thought you were just a pervert.”

At the word “pervert,” the smile on Lu Chenfeng’s lips widened slightly. “You’re not wrong.”

She was a pervert. And before finding Yuan Zhiqing, she’d never lacked women throwing themselves at her.

“Qingqing, what are you thinking about?” Lu Chenfeng sensed something shift.

Yuan Zhiqing’s expression remained unchanged. “I know about your past. I don’t mind—just like I have my own history. Dr. Lu, meeting again was fate. Weren’t you the one chasing me on the show? What, afraid I’ll find out you’re a pervert?”

A shadow flickered in Lu Chenfeng’s eyes. The aggressive scent of tequila suddenly flooded the room, drowning the peach fragrance in an ocean of alcohol.

“Qingqing, do you know what happened to the other female Omegas who stayed by my side before you?”

Yuan Zhiqing twirled a strand of Lu Chenfeng’s hair around her finger, playing with it idly. “I’m not curious about the past. Being with you, Dr. Lu, is about creating more of a future together.”

“That’s perfect.” Lu Chenfeng hugged her tightly, her smile as bright and scorching as the Mexican sun.

Yuan Zhiqing raised an eyebrow. “Dr. Lu, you’re quite skilled at changing the subject. So you’re not going to answer my earlier question? What exactly happened last night? How did you suddenly differentiate? Do you have any idea how dangerous you were?”

Lu Chenfeng lowered her head and murmured, “You’re here.”

It was good that you came.

Last night, under Fu Xinting’s guidance, Lu Chenfeng had undergone differentiation. Of course, at that moment, the Omega most compatible with her was right before her eyes.

Fu Xinting was the Omega with 100% compatibility with her. If Lu Chenfeng had marked Fu Xinting, she wouldn’t have had to suffer so much.

But she refused.

Yuan Zhiqing took hold of her left hand, which was already bandaged. Beneath the white gauze, faint pink traces silently spoke of how mangled this hand had been the previous night.

“You were in such agony then. Even if you’d actually had a fleeting affair with her, I wouldn’t have said anything. After all, my Dr. Lu has always been a romantic who leaves traces of affection everywhere.”

There was a hint of anger in Yuan Zhiqing’s voice as she said this. Lu Chenfeng knew she wasn’t joking—this was her genuine thought.

Neither of them were the type to obsess over purity. Compared to ridiculous notions of chastity, their partner’s comfort mattered more.

Yet the usually unrestrained playgirl merely smiled. She shook her head and whispered obediently in Yuan Zhiqing’s ear, “I wanted to wait for you.”

Yuan Zhiqing snorted. “How corny. And what else? How could she have 100% compatibility with you? Everyone in our circle knows she’s a Beta. What, did your secondary differentiation make her differentiate too?”

At this point, Lu Chenfeng looked at her girlfriend in surprise. “How did you know?”

Yuan Zhiqing irritably shook off her hand. “Are you joking with me?”

Terms like “AO secondary differentiation” only existed in novels. If not for Lu Chenfeng standing right before her, Yuan Zhiqing wouldn’t have believed anyone could actually undergo secondary differentiation in real life.

“I’m not joking,” Lu Chenfeng said helplessly. Wasn’t she living proof?

Yuan Zhiqing raised her hand. “These things only happen in fiction.”

“But it happened right in front of you. And what I’m about to tell you next is even more unbelievable. Do you want to hear it?”

“More unbelievable?” Yuan Zhiqing frowned. “Are you a time traveler?”

The first time Lu Chenfeng looked at Yuan Zhiqing, she thought how absurd she was being.

“You’re so ridiculous.”

“You’re telling me you successfully underwent secondary differentiation. Why can’t I think you’re from another world? Besides, doesn’t your setup sound just like a novel? A charming playboy transmigrates into a scummy Alpha, then reforms—”

“Enough.” Lu Chenfeng couldn’t take it anymore and covered her mouth. “I was never a good person to begin with. I don’t want to reform.”

Yuan Zhiqing slapped her hand away. “What a coincidence then—I don’t like good people either. I prefer freaks like you.”

“Good. I was afraid you might stop liking me one day.” Lu Chenfeng chuckled lightly. “Then let me tell you—this world is actually a novel. Li Fanshuang is the female lead, and Fu Xinting is a transmigrator.”

Yuan Zhiqing poked her tall nose. “Then what are you? A monster? Should I exorcise you?”

“Stop joking. I’m serious.” Lu Chenfeng sounded exasperated.

Yuan Zhiqing clicked her tongue, shrinking her neck as she stared at her incredulously. With a questioning look, she asked, “Really?”

“Guess what attribute Fu Xinting has now?”

“Didn’t you say she’s an Omega?” Yuan Zhiqing replied casually, toying with her fingers again.

Her indifferent attitude made Lu Chenfeng anxious. He couldn’t tell if she had truly accepted his explanation, especially since her deadline was approaching soon.

“You believe me?”

“I believe you, Lu Chenfeng.” Yuan Zhiqing sighed, her voice firm. “I don’t know what happened to you in the past, and I do feel like my memories are strange. Why was I so obsessed with Li Fanshuang back then? It was like I was under a spell.”

By the end, Yuan Zhiqing let out a soft laugh. “But hearing you say this today, I really do think I might have been controlled by some mysterious force.”

Yuan Zhiqing’s complexion grew increasingly pale. She was afraid—afraid that such loss of control might reappear in her life with Lu Chenfeng.

The pheromonal bond between them allowed Lu Chenfeng to immediately sense her unease.

He pulled Yuan Zhiqing into his arms and whispered reassuringly, “Don’t be afraid, Qingqing. Everything will be fine.”

“Mm, I believe you.”

“Exactly, the female lead is on our side. And after last night’s incident, do you think Fu Xinting’s system would still play along with her?”

–

At the Lu Family Hotel in Hucheng, Fu Xinting woke up to find herself once again in Lu Ling’s arms.

“Damn it!” She shoved Lu Ling away, only to realize he wasn’t waking up.

No way?

Seeing no reaction, Fu Xinting reached out and patted him. “Stop pretending, get up already!”

Still no movement.

Was Lu Ling dead?

Panic set in. Last night, her mission had failed. Although she had successfully transformed into an Omega, she had targeted the wrong person.

Lu Ling had barely any role in the original story. Compared to someone as significant as Lu Chenfeng, last night’s fleeting encounter with Fu Xinting might have drained everything from him—his conquest points, even his life points.

What should she do?

Just as she was at a loss, the system in her mind finally chimed in.

System: Host, I never expected you to use the potion I gave you for something like this. Do you realize that for an Alpha, encountering an Omega of your caliber could be fatal? Lu Chenfeng has just recovered—were you trying to kill her?

 

Fu Xinting: Just figure something out! I don’t even know how I ended up with this useless Lu Ling.

 

System: There’s nothing I can do. Lu Ling is unconscious, and given the current situation, he might very well turn into an ordinary Beta. If his identity is exposed, his dreams of being part of the elite will be over.

Fu Xinting gritted her teeth, feeling the dwindling conquest points within her. She knew she couldn’t continue using this body.

Fu Xinting: Put me in temporary hibernation. I don’t have the energy for the Lu family anymore.

 

System: Do you need a body replacement this time?

 

Fu Xinting: Yes.

 

System: Only a transmigrator’s body will work. Please don’t forget this specific condition.

 

Fu Xinting: Got it.

With a sigh, Fu Xinting dressed and left the hotel.

Stepping into the elevator, she caught her reflection on the metallic walls, and a wave of bitterness washed over her.

Fu Xinting thought about all the hardships she’d endured to get here, yet whenever it came to matters involving Li Fanshuang, she always ended up failing.

Whether it was the female lead Li Fanshuang or the third female lead Lu Chenfeng—it was always the same.

She glared viciously at her reflection, her heart brimming with resentment.

“Li Fanshuang, it’s all because of you that I have to give up this perfectly good new body. I don’t care if I die—I’ll make sure to take a piece of you with me!”

“You treasure your wife so much, don’t you? Well, in that case, I won’t hold back.”

“And Lu Chenfeng—if I can’t touch you, I’ll go after Yuan Zhiqing instead!”

Though her memories were hazy, Fu Xinting recalled seeing a hurried figure just before losing consciousness last night. Being part of the same circle, she naturally recognized Yuan Zhiqing.

But in her weakened state, she hadn’t had the strength to question anything—she could only let herself be taken away.

Now, thinking back, it must have been Zhu Yuxin who said something to Lu Ling, and that jealous dog came straight for her.

“Psycho!”

Fu Xinting spat out the word, her resolve to leave growing stronger. As long as she stayed away from these fools, her life would surely improve.

–

Fan City Film Studio.

Unlike the tension in Hu City, Li Fanshuang and Luo Xiaoxiao were living quite comfortably here.

By day, they acted; by night, they indulged in each other’s company at the hotel.

Their relationship was so sickeningly sweet that even the crew members often found themselves infected with secondhand romance.

This, of course, included Chen Yu.

Lately, Li Fanshuang and Luo Xiaoxiao had noticed her frequent absentmindedness.

Another scene wrapped up, and Luo Xiaoxiao leaned in to whisper to Li Fanshuang, “That’s the third time today—why hasn’t she called ‘cut’ yet?”

“Who knows? Maybe her mind’s already in some woman’s bed,” Li Fanshuang drawled, shooting Chen Yu an unimpressed side-eye.

Chen Yu flinched under her gaze and hastily shouted, “Cut!”

Only then did the two snap out of their roles.

“Chen Yu, what’s going on with you?”

“W-what’s going on with me?” Chen Yu stammered, avoiding Li Fanshuang’s piercing stare. She knew exactly what skeletons were in her closet.

Li Fanshuang clicked her tongue but didn’t press further, simply murmuring to Luo Xiaoxiao, “See? This is what a woman in love looks like.”

Luo Xiaoxiao covered her mouth, then planted a kiss on Li Fanshuang’s cheek. “Sister, you’re also a woman in love.”

Li Fanshuang stiffened slightly. This shameless creature—despite the mature soul inside that body, she had no qualms calling her “sister” so smoothly?

Outwardly, Li Fanshuang always maintained an air of composure, but whenever Luo Xiaoxiao called her “sister,” she struggled to hold back.

She found herself unable to refuse any of Luo Xiaoxiao’s requests. Sometimes, Li Fanshuang thought it was a good thing Luo Xiaoxiao wasn’t a scammer—otherwise, the meager savings in her wallet would’ve been swindled dry long ago.

“Wife, when will this drama finish filming?” Luo Xiaoxiao wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Li Fanshuang dabbed at her damp skin. Though autumn had arrived, Zhiyu Ting was a period drama, and the heavy costumes were still uncomfortable to wear.

“Almost there. Your scenes should wrap up in a few days. Song Zifei still has more to shoot, though.”

“Oh.” Luo Xiaoxiao responded indifferently, “But isn’t this drama called ‘Zhiyu’s Court’? Why does the princess have more scenes than Zhiyu?”

Li Fanshuang smiled, “You haven’t read the original novel, have you? The book was written from Song Zifei’s perspective.”

Luo Xiaoxiao shook her head. Her schedule had been packed lately—when would she have had the time?

“By the way, honey, how’s everything with the young mistress?”

Li Fanshuang shook her head, “No new developments. Also, Lu Chenfeng underwent secondary differentiation.”

Luo Xiaoxiao gasped. How was the plot getting more and more absurd?

Was this even in the original story? It didn’t seem like it was.

“What did Lu Chenfeng differentiate into? An Alpha?”

Li Fanshuang nodded, “Yeah. I don’t really get it either—how could someone suddenly differentiate like that? It’s just unbelievable.”

Luo Xiaoxiao was speechless. Unbelievable indeed!

In an ABO world, secondary differentiation was practically mystical. Out of six billion people worldwide, even one case would be remarkable.

“Fu Xinting also underwent secondary differentiation,” Li Fanshuang added at the end.

Luo Xiaoxiao let out an “Oh.” With a system involved, that wasn’t surprising.

But Lu Chenfeng was strange. It almost seemed like she knew something—did she know about the system’s existence?

So, was she self-aware?

Hah~ Why was I even worried?

It’s just a side character gaining awareness.

“Honey, do you think we should make a trip to Hucheng?”

Li Fanshuang looked up at the sky in exasperation, “Leave now? Unless both your competition and my filming get postponed.”

“True. Unless there’s extreme weather, someone as workaholic as Chen Yu would never stop filming.”

Luo Xiaoxiao glanced at Chen Yu nearby and shuddered. To snap herself back into focus, the director had slapped herself several times.

Didn’t that hurt?

Luo Xiaoxiao muttered inwardly, “What a beast.”

“I’m really hoping there won’t be extreme weather,” Li Fanshuang said, not forgetting how Chen Yu had made her film in the pouring rain just days ago.

Luo Xiaoxiao thought of Song Zifei standing at the gates of Chang’an and nodded quickly, “You’re right. Unless seafood starts falling from the sky, I don’t think she’d ever stop.”

“Seafood?” Li Fanshuang laughed. Wasn’t that just a joke?

Seeing the smile on her lips, Luo Xiaoxiao pouted, “I was going to say ‘knives,’ but I’m scared of pain.”

BOOM—

A massive silver dragon coiled through the sky. The clear, cloudless expanse darkened in an instant.

“What’s going on?” Chen Yu frowned at the sky. She had checked the weather forecast before leaving.

Hadn’t it said clear skies for the next two days?

“Director, we might have to delay filming,” the assistant director said beside her.

Chen Yu scoffed, “Why delay? It’s just rain, not knives!”

BOOM—

SLAP—

The moment she finished speaking, something slimy and fishy smacked hard against her face.

A fish landed on the ground with a wet “plop,” flopping wildly.

“This is…” Chen Yu’s mouth fell open at the sight.

“Holy—fish are falling from the sky!” a crew member shouted, looking up.

Fish began pelting down like rain.

“Run for it!”

“It’s raining seafood!”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Fish after fish pelted against people’s bodies and faces. The intact ones weren’t so bad, but many fish were already split in two when they hit.

“Ah!” Some Omegas at the scene screamed in terror at the sight.

Luo Xiaoxiao’s mouth fell open as she witnessed this. Pointing at the ominous dark clouds, she exclaimed, “Wife, it’s really raining seafood! Then do you think later it might actually rain—”

“Shut up!” Li Fanshuang immediately covered her mouth. This jinx was terrifying.

Li Fanshuang grew fearful. “Let’s hurry back to the hotel.”

She had just mentioned seafood raining down, and now the heavens were literally showering seafood. Earlier she’d also joked about knives falling from the sky—would that actually happen next?

Holding Luo Xiaoxiao’s hand, Li Fanshuang bid Chen Yu a quick farewell before leaving.

Chen Yu seemed displeased, accusing her of slacking off.

Li Fanshuang retorted, “Then what do you suggest? Should we film ‘Knowing Fish and Seafood’ instead?”

With no alternative, Chen Yu had to dismiss everyone for the day.

The couple rushed back to their hotel, fortunately without Luo Xiaoxiao’s predicted knife storm materializing.

News channels broadcasted continuous coverage of this bizarre phenomenon throughout the day.

Frowning at the television, Luo Xiaoxiao muttered, “I just casually said it might rain seafood! I was completely making that up!”

Li Fanshuang nodded reassuringly, “I know, I know.”

Though offering comfort verbally, internally she was terrified. Could Luo Xiaoxiao’s words actually manifest? Was this some kind of supernatural ability?

Li Fanshuang didn’t know how to process this.

Luo Xiaoxiao had also noticed this peculiarity but dared not reveal her transmigration secret to Li Fanshuang.

“I’m going to shower,” Luo Xiaoxiao suddenly announced, springing to her feet.

BANG—

The bathroom door slammed shut.

Li Fanshuang murmured, “Didn’t you just shower earlier?”

Inside the bathroom, Luo Xiaoxiao paced anxiously. “What’s going on? Could I actually be some kind of monster?”

“This is so strange. I meant for us to go to Hucheng, but now with this seafood downpour, we can’t leave anymore!”

After prolonged contemplation, she tentatively suggested, “What if the film studio holds an event requiring a week’s closure? Or if the competition discovers cheating? Then my wife and I could go to Hucheng?”

After cautiously voicing these possibilities, she immediately checked her phone—nothing had changed.

Placing a hand over her heart, she realized it must all be her imagination. “How could anyone’s words literally come true?!” Smiling wryly, she put away her phone and confidently exited the bathroom.

Li Fanshuang observed her beaming expression. “What’s with you? You went in looking worried and came out all smiles. Are you… seeing someone else?”

“Absolutely not!” Luo Xiaoxiao raised her voice defensively. “Wife, you’re falsely accusing me!”

Li Fanshuang arched an eyebrow and stepped closer. “Then explain why you said you were showering when you’d already bathed?”

“I…” Luo Xiaoxiao tensed up. Should she really confess about her transmigration?

Noticing her hesitation, Li Fanshuang decided to tease her further, advancing step by step.

Luo Xiaoxiao retreated until her back hit the wall.

Her large eyes glistening with unshed tears, Luo Xiaoxiao pouted, struggling to articulate this unbelievable situation.

Finally, she asked: “Wife… do you believe in the light?”

“Are you Ultraman? Here to save the Earth?”

Luo Xiaoxiao’s gaze was firm. “How did you—”

“Don’t be ridiculous. There’s no such thing as Ultraman in this world.”

“How could this be? This world has… mmm.” Luo Xiaoxiao’s words were abruptly cut off.

Li Fanshuang kissed her directly, relieved she’d stopped the words in time—she was genuinely afraid Luo Xiaoxiao might say something shocking again.

After what felt like an eternity, both were left breathless.

Li Fanshuang leaned against her shoulder. “You can’t lie to me.”

The rare vulnerability in her sister’s expression melted Luo Xiaoxiao’s heart.

“I’m not lying. I like you the most.”

Li Fanshuang sniffled, the corners of her eyes tinged red with a faint mist glistening—a breathtaking sight that made Luo Xiaoxiao’s heart skip a beat. Just this look alone was enough to shatter her with tenderness.

But when she reached out to wipe tears…

Li Fanshuang’s eyes were completely dry. There was nothing there.

After a long pause, Luo Xiaoxiao murmured, “I’m reflecting on myself.”

“Reflecting on what? Your careless dismissal earlier?” Li Fanshuang retorted.

Luo Xiaoxiao raised her hands in surrender. “No! I was just thinking… if I hadn’t blurted nonsense, maybe this strange rain wouldn’t have happened. Am I some kind of jinx?”

By the end, her voice trembled with pitiful sniffles.

A dull ache spread through Li Fanshuang’s chest as she gently cupped Luo Xiaoxiao’s face. “Shh, it’s alright.”

The sweet cherry wine scent gradually soothed Luo Xiaoxiao’s agitation—today’s events had shaken her.

“If you suspect this is connected to you, then just wish for something good instead,” Li Fanshuang suggested, stroking her hair.

Luo Xiaoxiao’s moods shifted swiftly; the logic made sense to her.

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, Li Fanshuang’s phone rang.

“Hello, Chen Yu? What’s up?” Li Fanshuang answered while still absently petting Luo Xiaoxiao’s head.

“Oh, the film studio is suddenly organizing a marathon? In about a week—”

Luo Xiaoxiao gaped at Li Fanshuang’s moving lips. No way. Was she really this eerily prophetic?

Ding-dong—

Her own phone chimed with a message from the event organizer:

 

We regret to inform you that fraudulent participants have been discovered among our competitors. To investigate further, the event is postponed for one week.

Luo Xiaoxiao’s eye twitched. Then, under her breath, she chanted, “I’ll win 5 million tomorrow. I’ll win 5 million tomorrow.”

Li Fanshuang, who’d just hung up: “…I should never have comforted her.”