The Black Lotus Wife Forces Me to Pretend to Be an Omega. - Chapter 61

“I just want to tease you, ah~” Li Fanshuang kept saying, not at all like someone being interrogated.

The cherry liqueur glass was filled to the brim, soft and irresistible.

But Luo Xiaoxiao’s mouth couldn’t stop.

“You—”

Luo Xiaoxiao had just opened her mouth when Li Fanshuang pressed her head down. “Don’t talk when we’re kissing.”

Lu Yu had been right about one thing—the female lead did indeed enjoy intimate moments, but only with that one person.

Sometimes, Li Fanshuang felt like she was sick, suffering from severe psychological issues just like Lu Chenfeng.

She had flipped through some of the things Lu Chenfeng sent her and saw that she had killed Luo Xiaoxiao in the story. She set the book aside.

How could she ever kill Luo Xiaoxiao? How could she send her to prison?

Since the story had already changed, then let it change completely.

“Xiaoxiao.” Overcome with emotion, Li Fanshuang pulled Luo Xiaoxiao’s head close.

Until—Li Fanshuang lost control.

In the hazy room, cherry liqueur spilled like an overturned glass, trickling from Luo Xiaoxiao’s lips down to her chest, soaking her clothes.

Luo Xiaoxiao looked up at Li Fanshuang and pinched her chin.

“Can you smell it?”

“What?” Li Fanshuang asked, dazed.

Luo Xiaoxiao stared into her eyes as if gazing at a treasure. “Cherry liqueur.”

“Silly girl.” Li Fanshuang gently kissed the corner of her lips. “All I can smell is mint green tea.”

Luo Xiaoxiao burst into laughter. “Oh right, you can’t smell your own pheromones. I really like you.”

“Yeah?” Li Fanshuang’s eyes darkened as she flipped Luo Xiaoxiao beneath her.

“Then tell me—how much do you like me?”

Luo Xiaoxiao’s eyes burned. The internet was right—this Omega-on-top, Alpha-below position was way too intense.

“Professor Li, what are you trying to do? Trying to take advantage of me?”

Li Fanshuang chuckled—seems their previous cosplay had inspired her again.

Her slender fingers traced Luo Xiaoxiao’s jaw. “Xiaoxiao, you came to me yourself. You know I can’t resist temptation.”

Luo Xiaoxiao grabbed her hand and placed it where she had been longing for.

“Professor Li, please help me. I really want to improve. But it’s my first time…” As she spoke, she tried to pull her hand away.

“That won’t do.” Li Fanshuang held her hand firmly in place.

Luo Xiaoxiao was “forced” to keep holding on.

“Then, Professor Li, will you give me a chance like this?”

Li Fanshuang could no longer speak.

Cherry liqueur was a sweet and mysterious cocktail, exuding an enchanting fragrance—whether from the cherry notes in the first half or the sweet wine in the second.

Luo Xiaoxiao was an excellent connoisseur, silent and gentle as she savored the fine liquor bit by bit.

She tenderly wiped the rim of the glass, admiring the liquid inside, then roughly demanded another glass from the mischievous bartender!

By the time the decanter of cherry liqueur was nearly empty, Li Fanshuang gasped against her lips. “Mark me.”

The glass was almost drained—she invited the connoisseur to fill it with an entirely new essence.

Luo Xiaoxiao swallowed nervously. “Won’t that be… you know?”

“Hmm?” Li Fanshuang chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around Luo Xiaoxiao’s neck. “Sweetheart, maybe you should brush up on your biology lessons. After watching all those videos, have you ever seen an Omega get pregnant?”

Luo Xiaoxiao blinked. “Huh?”

“Come on, take a bite.”

Li Fanshuang eagerly invited Luo Xiaoxiao to savor the last sip of cherry liqueur.

The cherry burst in her mouth as mint green tea slowly filled the glass that once held the sweet wine.

The decanter was now empty, its remaining contents spilling over.

The rich aroma of alcohol seemed like an invitation—to fill her emptied decanter with fresh mint tea.

The connoisseur recognized this invitation. As a guest, she ought to bring her own drink for the host.

“Wait,” Li Fanshuang stopped her, whispering urgently in her ear, “Let it spill on me instead.”

Luo Xiaoxiao resisted—the decanter was clearly inviting her.

Li Fanshuang held her still. “This could really lead to pregnancy.”

“Oh right, you’re tokophobic.”

Li Fanshu: What an utterly unsexy thing to say.

The bashful decanter met an “obtuse” guest. Mint tea spilled onto the wine divider’s belly, carrying her warmth—scalding hot…

“Enough.” Li Fanshuang stopped Luo Xiaoxiao, genuinely apprehensive now.

Luo Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow. “Then why provoke me? Admit you’re wrong.”

“Wrong?” Li Fanshuang took a deep breath to adjust her position before flipping over again. “What did I do wrong? You’re the one who’s so easy to tease!”

As the saying goes, oppression breeds resistance.

True to her rebellious nature, Luo Xiaoxiao sampled the cherry liqueur once more—this time as a rude, drunken madwoman.

She was determined to drain every last drop from the decanter.

“Admit you’re wrong.”

“Keep asking… tired already? Or drunk, little sister… just say if you’re tired, big sister… will let you rest.”

Damn! Luo Xiaoxiao couldn’t tolerate this vixen’s antics. The only solution was to silence her.

An hour later, Li Fanshuang fell into deep sleep. Luo Xiaoxiao sighed, covering her face in frustration—she’d failed to make Li Fanshuang yield.

She opened her phone to see Weibo messages from Li Fanshu:

Nan Jiu: I really adore my wife.

Luo Xiaoxiao’s heart melted. Blushing, she gripped her phone tightly. “Honestly, why so mushy?”

Remembering their shared moments, Luo Xiaoxiao smiled contentedly—she’d already made her choice.

“Then let’s be happy together.”

Her top priorities now: train hard in boxing, and take good care of her wife.

As for defeating the system—that noble task could temporarily be left to Zhu Yuxin and the others.

Sighing, Luo Xiaoxiao sat on the bedside, cleaning up Li Fanshuang before tucking her in.

Lying awake, she stared at the ceiling.

The system seemed powerless against her—perhaps she and Li Fanshuang could stay happy forever.

This was originally just a choose-your-own-romance novel. Maybe she could become the protagonist by the end.

Gradually, night deepened, and Luo Xiaoxiao drifted into dreams.

But her dreams held no sweetness—no cherry liqueur, only endless mountains stretching beyond sight.

She crawled out, but on the very day she became her mother’s pride, she lost her mother forever.

Beep Beep beep—

Luo Xiaoxiao woke up startled in the middle of the night, her heart aching. What exactly had happened?

Luo Xiaoxiao jolted awake abruptly, touching her chest. Had something happened to her mother?

After calling the hospital to confirm Ms. Luo Jing was fine, she finally relaxed.

By then, Luo Xiaoxiao couldn’t fall back asleep.

She leaned down and kissed Li Fanshuang’s forehead. “Good morning.”

Putting on her clothes, she left the room and headed to the Lu family’s gym.

The time was barely five o’clock.

Meanwhile, Li Fanshuang beside her had sunk into deep sleep, her dreams painting a different scene.

In her dream, she and Luo Xiaoxiao were together. They had successfully driven the system away, and Fu Xinting posed no threat to them.

Luo Xiaoxiao had once again become the boxing champion.

Of course, there had been a minor incident—their identities were exposed, and at first, the fans couldn’t accept it.

But later, Luo Xiaoxiao fought a match against a boxer from Japan. That female Japanese champion had broken Min Nanxi’s neck.

With one decisive punch, Luo Xiaoxiao secured victory and earned everyone’s respect.

The two stood in the public eye once more, with Li Fanshuang announcing her retirement from the entertainment industry to inherit the family business.

Luo Xiaoxiao invested the money she earned from boxing into films, and Li Fanshuang later realized she still loved acting…

The story was so beautiful that the corners of Li Fanshuang’s lips curled up in her sleep, making the dream even sweeter.

But suddenly, the dream turned gray. Luo Xiaoxiao changed—she took her money and indulged in debauchery, as if searching for someone.

This wasn’t her Xiaoxiao?

Where had Xiaoxiao gone?

Who are you?!

Li Fanshuang grew furious, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t break free from the dream.

After struggling for what felt like an eternity, she finally sat up, her mind blank. The joy and fear from earlier had vanished, leaving only fragmented memories.

She took out the novel Lu Chenfeng had given her from her suitcase.

The yellowed pages flipped rapidly in her hands, but the book was no different from before.

“Li Fanshuang sent the Luo Xiaoxiao who deceived her to prison and arranged for people to teach her a lesson there. In the end, Luo Xiaoxiao died in prison.”

Li Fanshuang read the familiar page aloud again.

Luo Xiaoxiao’s role was minimal, exactly as she remembered from her previous reading.

But she had spent so much time with her—why were her appearances always glossed over?

Powerless, Li Fanshuang closed the book and collapsed onto the bed. She was afraid—afraid of that bizarre dream, afraid of this book.

Afraid that Luo Xiaoxiao would leave her one day.

“The system can’t stay. Fu Xinting can’t stay,” Li Fanshuang gritted her teeth.

She called Lu Chenfeng, who answered after a short while, though his tone was impatient.

“You’d better have something important.”

“You left early and didn’t hear the rest of our conversation. Both Xiaoxiao and I can hear Fu Xinting’s thoughts,” Li Fanshuang’s voice was icy.

Lu Chenfeng gave a low hum. Rustling sounds came from the other end, along with the faint clinking of chains.

Li Fanshuang had no interest in Lu Chenfeng’s peculiar habits. Seeing her remain silent for so long, she continued, “I want Fu Xinting out of the picture.”

“Then you’ll need to tell me everything you know.”

Li Fanshuang replied, “She’s been collecting favorability points from people. She failed with both you and me, so she won’t last much longer.”

Lu Chenfeng’s hope was rekindled. “Are you telling the truth?”

“Yes, but I don’t know what purpose her so-called ‘luck points’ serve.” Li Fanshuang shared the information about the luck points with Lu Chenfeng.

Lu Chenfeng frowned. “You all need to be careful. I’m about to make my move against Lu Ling and Lü Qingcha. If I’m not mistaken, when I was forced to become a Beta and sent to Jincheng, it was all connected to Fu Xinting’s system. She gives me the exact same feeling as Lü Qingcha did ten years ago.”

“That sounds too far-fetched,” Li Fanshuang said, her heart skipping a beat. Fragments from her dreams and content from that novel flashed through her mind.

Had Xiaoxiao become someone else? Was she already a strategist back then?

She shook her head. Xiaoxiao had mentioned before that she had died in that world. If she disappeared from this one, she might be gone for good.

Li Fanshuang gritted her teeth. She absolutely couldn’t let that happen.

“Xiaoxiao and I can’t stay in Hucheng for much longer,” Li Fanshuang said, still holding back. She didn’t mention Luo Xiaoxiao’s ominous prophecy to Lu Chenfeng.

For now, they had only discovered that Luo Xiaoxiao possessed this ability, but there was no proof that using it came without consequences.

Li Fanshuang didn’t want to take the risk.

“It’s not far-fetched at all, Li Fanshuang. You need to understand that this world is fake. So why couldn’t Fu Xinting and Lü Qingcha be the same person? Thanks for the info about the luck points. Leave Hucheng matters to me and Zhu Yuxin for now. You focus on filming ‘The Fish Pavilion.’ In the novel, this is a crucial plot point.”

“What?” Li Fanshuang hadn’t read that far in the story.

Lu Chenfeng snorted, having guessed as much. “You’ll catch Director Keli’s attention through this drama, which will open doors to bigger platforms. Isn’t that what you want?”

Li Fanshuang froze. Of course she wanted that. Was that really in the novel?

She suppressed her impulse. When she read the book, she mostly focused on Luo Xiaoxiao’s future.

As for her own career, Li Fanshuang preferred to keep it in her own hands.

“Given your personality, I doubt you’ve read the later parts of the book. Just remember to focus on filming for now.”

“I wanted to ask you—” Li Fanshuang’s words were cut off.

“Don’t ask me anything else. I’ve already written down all the plot details for you. What more do you want?” Without hesitation, Lu Chenfeng hung up.

Li Fanshuang scoffed. How did she end up with such an impolite friend?

Her thoughts drifted to the moments she shared with Luo Xiaoxiao. Those were truly happy times.

For a fleeting moment, Li Fanshuang wondered if it was all an illusion.

Waking up in bed, she decided to look for Luo Xiaoxiao.

After leaving the bedroom and asking several servants for directions, she finally found her way to the gym.

However, when Li Fanshuang opened the gym door, she didn’t see Luo Xiaoxiao.

“That’s strange,” Li Fanshuang muttered, checking her wristwatch. It was seven o’clock—Luo Xiaoxiao should have been training in the gym at this time.

“What’s wrong?” Lu Yu’s voice came from behind her.

Li Fanshuang pointed to the empty gym. “Xiaoxiao isn’t here. Do you have another gym in your house?”

“Oh, her.” Lu Yu made an exasperated expression. “She went to the back mountain.”

“What for?” Li Fanshuang asked, puzzled.

“Running,” Lu Yu replied. “She said our mountain area looked nice and wanted to go trail running.”

Li Fanshuang sighed. Indeed, Luo Xiaoxiao’s hobbies were different from hers.

“Alright then, I won’t go looking for her. She moves fast—she’ll probably be back soon.”

Li Fanshuang paused as if remembering something, then was about to speak when Lu Yu nodded and raised a hand to stop her.

“Don’t worry. This mountain area belongs to our family. There are no other residents or villas behind here.”

“That’s good.” Li Fanshuang smiled.

She hadn’t forgotten Luo Xiaoxiao’s lingering fear of mountainous areas after what happened during their show filming. Just thinking about that incident still gave Li Fanshuang chills.

“But when are you two planning to go public?” Lu Yu asked with an amused look.

Li Fanshuang burst out laughing. “We’re legally married with a marriage certificate.”

“Pfft.” Lu Yu scoffed, tilting her head up before side-eyeing Li Fanshuang. “How’s that possible? You registered as an Alpha and she as an Omega—neither of which reflects your actual genders.”

Li Fanshuang raised an eyebrow. “How do you know our real genders?”

Lu Yu spread her hands. “Honestly? I don’t. Zhu Yuxin told me.”

Li Fanshuang’s expression turned serious. Had they slipped up somewhere?

As someone originally from this world, she could always leave the entertainment industry and return to inherit her family business. But if Xiaoxiao got cyberbullied…

Pursing her lips, Li Fanshuang felt her thoughts grow chaotic.

Lu Yu read her expression. “You’re not actually worried about your secret getting out, are you?”

“Is it that obvious?” Li Fanshuang asked.

Lu Yu led her to sit in the nearby lounge.

A servant noticed them resting there and thoughtfully brought coffee and tea.

Lounging on the sofa, Lu Yu leaned back against the cushions. “I don’t know what you’re worried about. Your friend is wealthy, your mother is wealthy—if your identities ever get exposed, don’t you have people who can back you up?”

Li Fanshuang froze. That… made sense.

Lu Yu chuckled idly, twirling a strand of hair by her ear. “If anyone should be worried, it’s Yuan Zhiqing. I don’t know what’s written in that book, but after hearing yesterday how Lu Chenfeng would wield a butcher’s knife for her without hesitation… just thinking about it terrifies me.”

“She is indeed crazy,” Li Fanshuang agreed. “But Yuan Zhiqing has been in the entertainment industry for years. Surely she can handle some online harassment?”

This incident was recorded in the story, and it happened before Li Fanshuang killed “Luo Xiaoxiao,” so Li Fanshuang remembered it very clearly.

In the story, Yuan Zhiqing suffered unprecedented cyberbullying. But according to their current speculation, Yuan Zhiqing should also have been a strategist who came to win over Li Fanshuang.

However, her mission failed, so she had to die and return to her original world.

But how could Lu Chenfeng just let it go?

She would definitely keep Yuan Zhiqing by her side.

“Now it depends on whether Yuan Zhiqing will tell Lu Chenfeng the truth,” Lu Yu said, taking a sip of coffee.

The faint bitterness spread across her tongue, instantly filling her mouth and invigorating her for the day.

“This matter is beyond our control,” Li Fanshuang chuckled. “Xiaoxiao and I will probably have to leave today.”

“Back to Jincheng?” Lu Yu asked.

Li Fanshuang’s shoulders slumped. “Xiaoxiao and I came from Fancheng. I was filming there.”

Lu Yu smacked her forehead, calling herself foolish for forgetting about it.

“How’s the progress on ‘Zhi Yu Ting’?” Lu Yu asked curiously.

Li Fanshuang set down her cup and nodded. “Not bad, it’s almost finished. To be honest, both Xiaoxiao and I have received new scripts.”

“What?” Lu Yu’s pupils shrank as she stared at Li Fanshuang in disbelief. “You mean Xiaoxiao got a script too? Can she even act?”

Li Fanshuang clicked her tongue. “Never underestimate someone after just three days apart. Xiaoxiao was always talented, and this is a spy drama where she plays a general.”

“Oh~” Lu Yu gave a meaningful smile before checking her bank account balance.

“I still have 500 million. Is that enough?”

Li Fanshuang was stunned. “What are you planning to do?”

Buy a role?

“You mentioned a spy drama, so I know exactly who’s directing it. Qi Fangyou’s films are blockbusters every year. Investing early can’t go wrong.”

Li Fanshuang shook her head. “I doubt she’ll accept your investment.”

That woman is so protective of her scripts—there’s no way she’d just hand over a role to someone else.

Lu Yu waved her hand. “You’ve misunderstood me. Do I not know what kind of person Qi Fangyou is? She’s as stubborn as a rock. I’m not thinking of buying my way into the cast or anything. I just want her to treat you two better.”

Li Fanshuang burst out laughing. Covering her mouth, she composed herself before looking back at Lu Yu. “Alright, I’ll ask when I get back.”

“Ah, that woman will probably refuse you,” Lu Yu said casually, after all, Qi Fangyou was also her friend.

Li Fanshuang checked the time and stood up. “I should go check on Xiaoxiao. It’s almost eight.”

Lu Yu raised her hand and handed her a compass. “Our backyard is huge, and I don’t want you getting lost. Take this compass with you. I’ll have Uncle Butler bring Xiao Hei along to accompany you.”

Li Fanshuang didn’t refuse and nodded.

Xiao Hei was the Lu family’s hunting dog, with an incredibly sharp nose. If she got lost later, she could rely on it.

–

Half an hour later, Li Fanshuang still hadn’t found Luo Xiaoxiao.

The old butler following behind her changed his expression, “I’m afraid she might run off somewhere.”

“Uncle, does this manor have any other places where I can exercise?”

“There’s a park!” the butler replied.

Li Fanshuang’s eyes lit up, “Take me to see it.”

However, when she arrived at the park the uncle mentioned, she was stunned. This wasn’t a park at all—it was an amusement park.

But this amusement park was different from the ones outside.

There were no visitors here, and it wasn’t lively at all.

Li Fanshuang thought perhaps this was the amusement park Lao Yu had talked about that day.

It was truly spectacular.

Ding-ling, ding-ling—

The carousel kept spinning, and a familiar figure sat atop a white horse, staring blankly ahead, lost in thought.

Li Fanshuang let out a relieved sigh and walked over to her. “Would this beautiful lady care to come home with me?”

Luo Xiaoxiao turned her head, glancing at Li Fanshuang before breaking into a grin. “Why should I go home with you? What good food or fun things do you have there?”

“Cherry liqueur.”

Luo Xiaoxiao burst into laughter and swung herself down from the horse. “Sister, you really don’t feel tired at all, do you?”

“I’m alright.” Li Fanshuang secretly rubbed her waist—of course she was tired, especially since her wife was still at that vigorous, untamed age. Just thinking about it was terrifying.

But deep down, Li Fanshuang still found it thrilling. Even if she couldn’t keep up, she had picked up Luo Xiaoxiao’s bad habit of being cheeky.

So when faced with provocation, she would never back down—she’d charge forward fearlessly.

Luo Xiaoxiao wrapped an arm around her waist. “Sister, shall we go back?”

“Don’t even think about it.” Li Fanshuang smacked her hand.

Luo Xiaoxiao winced but didn’t let go, looking at her with an innocent expression. “Why did you hit me?”

“How can you even ask that? What on earth is going through your mind?”

“I was thinking about you.” Luo Xiaoxiao stared straight into her eyes.

Li Fanshuang froze, then chuckled helplessly. She pressed a soft kiss to Luo Xiaoxiao’s forehead. “What I meant was, we have to return to Fancheng. Chen Yu already messaged me.”

The joy on Luo Xiaoxiao’s face vanished instantly. Filming was fun, sure, but every time they returned to the hotel, Li Fanshuang was too exhausted for anything else.

Crossing her arms, Luo Xiaoxiao pouted. “Why can’t we stay a few more days?”

Recognizing her sulkiness, Li Fanshuang whispered in her ear, “Be good. As long as you have the energy, I’ll play with you every night, alright?”

A smile crept back onto Luo Xiaoxiao’s lips. You said it yourself!

She scooped Li Fanshuang up in her arms.

Li Fanshuang gasped and smacked her hand again. “What are you doing?!”

Luo Xiaoxiao grinned. “Buying tickets! Back to the hotel!”