The Black Lotus Wife Forces Me to Pretend to Be an Omega. - Chapter 64

Luo Xiaoxiao’s identity as an Alpha quickly became the top trending topic. The controversy was as explosive as the popularity of the previous “True or False Lovers” show.

Unlike Li Fanshuang’s poised demeanor during the press conference, Luo Xiaoxiao stayed at the entrance, engaging in a heated online debate with netizens.

What’s going on here? Li Fanshuang is actually into Alphas? No wonder she never married all these years!

 

What’s the big deal? I heard they’re into some wild stuff. Did you guys watch that variety show?

 

Damn, this is insane! Li Fanshuang is keeping an Alpha as her sugar baby!

Luo Xiaoxiao scoffed and fired back with her main account.

Laughing: When she married me, she didn’t even have 100,000 yuan to her name. What could she possibly use to “keep” me? Her 36D?

Laughing: We have a marriage certificate. What we do is legal, reasonable, and consensual. If you’re jealous, just say so. Why all this nonsense? Stalking much?

 

Damn, is this Luo Xiaoxiao? She actually showed up?

 

So, you really are an Alpha?

 

Does this mean you admit it? So, both you and Li Fanshuang have twisted morals? An Alpha marrying another Alpha?!

Luo Xiaoxiao’s temper flared.

 

Laughing: Screw ABO dynamics! My fate is mine to decide! Alpha or Omega, who cares?! I’ll love whoever I want!

 

Damn, I kinda find her attitude hot.

 

Same! I actually think she makes a good point.

 

Yuxin: Don’t let her mislead you! She’s just twisting logic to suit herself.

 

Laughing: @Yuxin, Fu Xinting, did you really think I wouldn’t recognize you behind that alias? Stop talking trash online. If you’ve got the guts, let’s settle this in person!

Yuxin: @Laughing, “Sister Fate-Decider,” don’t drag me into your mess. And what makes you think I’m Fu Xinting? Just because I’m also a beauty?

Laughing: @Yuxin, I saw your info in my wife’s backend. Don’t like getting exposed? Come fight me then.

 

Damn, what a shameless challenge.

 

“Sister Fate-Decider”! Hahaha, that’s gold! From now on, Xiaoxiao’s new name is set! Their couple name should be “Fate & Frost”!

 

That sounds terrible!

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The online storm raged on, but Li Fanshuang remained composed in front of the cameras. She felt a pang of regret—she couldn’t outright reveal she was an Omega.

Clarifying things would be complicated, possibly requiring her mother’s intervention. For the sake of Zhi Yu Ting’s reputation, she had to keep it to herself.

Her gaze briefly landed on Fu Xinting in the corner. She didn’t hold back—after all, the woman had already provoked her publicly.

“I think this question shouldn’t be directed at me, but at whoever leaked this information. The burden of proof lies with the accuser, doesn’t it? I’ve never doubted my marriage.”

Li Fanshuang’s poised response left the reporters speechless. Her masterful non-answer was frustratingly evasive.

Faced with Li Fanshuang’s evasive tactics, the reporters still didn’t give up. One journalist pressed on, “Now that your wife has publicly commented on this matter, what’s your take?”

Li Fanshuang raised her hand. “Let me first see what my wife said.”

With that, she opened her phone and scrolled through the comments from her special notifications, nodding as she read.

Her face turned a fascinating mix of red and white.

After a while, she put her phone away and smiled at the reporters. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Can you answer now?” the persistent reporter demanded.

Li Fanshuang struggled to maintain her smile. “Well, this is a bit embarrassing. When Xiaoxiao and I got married, we did face some financial difficulties.”

Reporter: I was ready for some juicy gossip, and this is what you give me?

“That’s not what we meant.”

Li Fanshuang replied, “Then I don’t see any other implications.”

“Your wife already admitted she’s an Alpha.”

Li Fanshuang held up her phone, displaying Luo Xiaoxiao’s comment: “My fate is mine to command.”

“She said it doesn’t matter who she likes or whether she’s an Alpha or Omega.”

Soon, Luo Xiaoxiao’s comment trended, with their friends flooding in to like and repost it.

Taking advantage of the moment, Ye Zhao and Qin Heya also announced they had secretly married abroad. Once this news broke, public attention shifted to them, and the buzz around Li Fanshuang and Luo Xiaoxiao quickly died down.

Fu Xinting grew anxious—this wasn’t the outcome she wanted.

Meanwhile, Li Fanshuang continued fielding the reporters’ tricky questions.

“You should ask Miss Fu about this,” Li Fanshuang said bluntly, redirecting the fire toward her.

Before Fu Xinting could put her phone away, Qi Fangyou snatched it from her.

“Oh? Your username is quite… green tea, isn’t it, Yuxin?” Qi Fangyou remarked sharply.

Hearing the name, the reporters immediately turned their cameras on Fu Xinting.

“Is what she said true?”

Qi Fangyou thumped her chest. “Do you even know who I am?”

“Director Qi!” someone with sharp eyes recognized her instantly.

Whispers spread among the journalists.

Soon, everyone confirmed her identity and took her words as gospel.

It wasn’t surprising—Qi Fangyou’s reputation in the industry was impeccable.

“Director Qi, why are you at Zhiyu Pavilion’s press conference?”

Qi Fangyou smirked, gripping Fu Xinting, who was trying to slip away. “I’m here to chase a woman. That’s all I’ll say. The one who should be answering questions isn’t me.”

Countless lenses focused on Fu Xinting. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as her luck stat flickered wildly. It’s over. All my years of effort—gone.

System: Warning! Warning! Host’s mission is about to fail! Take action immediately!

Fu Xinting screamed internally, What can I even do? I’ve already done everything!

System: Host is about to overdraft life points…

Fu Xinting cursed viciously in her mind, forcing a pitiful smile onto her face.

“Everyone knows I’ve recently presented as an Omega.”

“What?” a reporter exclaimed in shock—wasn’t she previously a Beta?

In the entertainment industry, there’s an unspoken rule that Alphas and Omegas hold higher status than Betas, especially female Omegas who practically become coveted resources for capital.

Fu Xinting had excellent looks, and now that she’d presented as an Omega, wouldn’t everyone be fighting over her?

Of course, this was only surface-level.

At that moment, Luo Xiaoxiao’s voice came from the doorway, “Stop beating around the bush! They’re asking if you’re that person online, why are you talking about being an Omega? What? Do Omegas get immunity from legal consequences?”

Luo Xiaoxiao’s words struck like thunder, jolting everyone’s thoughts—right, no gender should be above the law.

“Xiaoxiao, stop denying it,” Fu Xinting said as she pulled up online comments. “This is you, isn’t it?”

Luo Xiaoxiao shrugged, “How can you prove that’s me?”

Although this was Luo Xiaoxiao’s main account, she’d never verified it, so if she denied it, no one could prove otherwise.

“Do you really think people will believe that?” a reporter challenged.

To most, Luo Xiaoxiao being an Alpha was already an established fact.

Luo Xiaoxiao nodded, “You make a fair point—believe what you want.”

“Will you take a gender test?” another reporter demanded.

Luo Xiaoxiao spread her hands, “Why should I? The burden of proof lies with the accuser. I never claimed to be an Alpha, so why should I provide evidence?”

An indignant reporter stepped forward, “Your evasiveness speaks volumes. I’ll write an exposé about your behavior.”

Luo Xiaoxiao looked amused at the young woman, “Fresh out of college? Legally illiterate? Whether I’m A or O isn’t criminal—it’s just social gossip. But publishing unverified claims that damage my reputation? That’s you creating evidence of your own crime!”

The junior reporter… first bl00d!

Others still wanted to confront Luo Xiaoxiao head-on.

But Luo Xiaoxiao was no pushover either—she immediately called the police with an unusual claim of kidnapping and assault, elevating it to a public security matter.

When officers arrived, Luo Xiaoxiao showed them the pathetic state of the thugs. The scene was too graphic to describe in detail.

In their dazed state, the men admitted Fu Xinting had hired them before being hauled away—with Fu Xinting taken into custody too.

The farce was eventually buried under other trending topics as influential figures intervened to suppress the scandal.

Li Fanshuang and Luo Xiaoxiao weren’t ungrateful—they personally thanked everyone who helped.

Yet when only the two remained in the venue, they didn’t relax.

“What’s wrong?” Li Fanshuang asked first, sensing Luo Xiaoxiao’s strange mood.

After a pause, Luo Xiaoxiao said, “The look Fu Xinting gave me when she left… it was utterly predatory. I’m afraid something worse is coming.”

Li Fanshuang shook her head. “To be honest, there’s plenty of evidence for the kidnapping. Even if she gets out, her reputation is ruined. Since our situation isn’t set in stone, this doesn’t affect us at all.”

Luo Xiaoxiao waved her hand. “That’s not what I meant. I mean—this is Fu Xinting we’re talking about! That troublesome strategist who gave us so many headaches! And she just surrendered so easily?”

After a moment’s thought, Li Fanshuang also found it unbelievable. “Now that you mention it, I feel like there might be details we’ve overlooked behind this.”

Luo Xiaoxiao shrugged. “Honestly, I think I handled this perfectly. I really can’t think of any details we might have missed.”

Li Fanshuang sighed. “Alright then. What about the way she looked at you earlier?”

“Consider it me making a fuss over nothing?”

The two exchanged a smile.

Luo Xiaoxiao tugged at her sleeve. “We should get going.”

“Back to the hotel. Do you have another match tomorrow?”

At this, Luo Xiaoxiao’s ears drooped. “There’s a match tomorrow, and another the day after.” As she spoke, she began sniffling pitifully. Why was her life so hard?

–

The night gradually grew quiet. The incident involving Luo Xiaoxiao and Li Fanshuang faded from public memory, the original post deleted as if nothing had ever happened.

Meanwhile, Fu Xinting trended for slandering Luo Xiaoxiao out of jealousy, along with hiring thugs and kidnapping.

The matter concluded when she was taken away by the police.

Many of her fans refused to believe she was capable of such things, so they remained on the fence.

Fu Xinting’s public persona in the entertainment industry was undeniably well-crafted—the image of a pure, resilient innocent, now compounded by her secondary differentiation into an Omega, naturally earning her much sympathy.

Within just a few hours, public opinion began to shift again.

While Luo Xiaoxiao and Li Fanshuang slept peacefully, another trending topic quietly climbed the ranks.

Fu Xinting’s negative press vanished overnight, replaced by a name everyone knew well—Yuan Zhiqing.

All the things Fu Xinting had done were now attributed to Yuan Zhiqing, especially the incident two years prior where she drugged Li Fanshuang—captured on camera, irrefutable evidence!

The internet erupted instantly, determined to nail Yuan Zhiqing to the pillar of shame!

Hucheng, Lu Chenfeng’s residence.

Yuan Zhiqing was locked in the bedroom, her face buried in her knees as footsteps approached.

“You’re back?” Her voice was soft; she knew it was Lu Chenfeng.

Lu Chenfeng was surprised. After all this time, she was finally willing to speak to him?

“You—”

Before he could finish, Yuan Zhiqing let out a cold laugh. “You didn’t want to believe it before. You thought as long as I stayed isolated from the world, I wouldn’t be harmed. But do you believe it now? Fate can’t be changed.”

Hearing this, Lu Chenfeng nearly lost his mind. “No, that’s not true! You’re under my protection now.”

The corners of Yuan Zhiqing’s lips curled up. She still wished to remain dignified and beautiful in Lu Chenfeng’s eyes.

“I don’t want to leave either…” Her voice choked with emotion—Yuan Zhiqing had never wanted to leave Lu Chenfeng.

Lu Chenfeng stood frozen in place, staring at Yuan Zhiqing’s frail appearance. For the first time, she questioned her own actions—had she made a mistake?

Perhaps she never should have kept her trapped by her side from the beginning.

“I still have wishes—would you fulfill them with me?”

Lu Chenfeng’s expression darkened. “You can’t leave me.”

“I don’t want to leave you. But could you go on a date with me? Have dinner, watch a movie together?”

Yuan Zhiqing gazed at her, voicing her simple wish—one last date, just like countless young couples.

“My time is running out. You know that.” Despair stretched endlessly in Yuan Zhiqing’s eyes.

Lu Chenfeng reached out, gently wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes. “I’ll take you. Can you just… not listen?”

She had tried to calm the storm raging online, but no matter what she did, nothing worked. The trending hashtags hung like an executioner’s blade over her neck, icy and merciless, ready to take away what she cherished most.

“You know it’s not about whether I listen or not—my time is up.”

Yuan Zhiqing kissed Lu Chenfeng’s eyelids. If only she didn’t have to go.

But their story had reached its end. She could only hope that after she was gone, Lu Chenfeng wouldn’t forget her.

–

Luo Xiaoxiao had no idea what had happened that night. How had the person she thought she’d buried come back to life?

Not only that—but she had dragged her friend down with her?

“What?” Luo Xiaoxiao stared at her phone in disbelief.

Li Fanshuang’s expression was grim. Their studio’s PR team had completely halted efforts—no matter what they tried, the trending topic couldn’t be taken down.

Li Fanshuang knew—behind this was a system beyond her control.

“Yuan Zhiqing… was it supposed to be now?” Luo Xiaoxiao muttered in confusion.

“No.” Li Fanshuang tossed her phone aside in frustration, collapsing onto the bed.

Luo Xiaoxiao hesitated. “You’ve read the plot?”

Li Fanshuang nodded. “Only parts of it.”

“Then do you also know…” Luo Xiaoxiao trailed off, uneasy.

Li Fanshuang cupped her face gently. “Xiaoxiao, being with you makes me happy. I don’t know how that book wrote my feelings, but right now, I’m certain—who I like, who I love, it’s you.”

A bitter smile tugged at Li Fanshuang’s lips, making Luo Xiaoxiao’s heart ache.

“I know. But I’m still a little scared,” Luo Xiaoxiao admitted.

Li Fanshuang lowered her gaze, understanding her worries about Yuan Zhiqing.

She had read about Yuan Zhiqing in that book—so many actresses had died from online harassment.

She never imagined her own messy history with Yuan Zhiqing would resurface, especially since Fu Xinting had kept everything so hidden—she had contacted Yuan Zhiqing through the system.

Now, Yuan Zhiqing had no evidence to prove her innocence.

Was this truly the end?

Ding-dong—

Li Fanshuang’s phone chimed—a message from Lu Chenfeng.

Just a few short lines:

“We’ve given up.”

Ding-dong—

“I want to accompany her through her final journey.”

Li Fanshuang silently stared at these words, her heart a whirlpool of mixed emotions.

“What’s wrong?” Luo Xiaoxiao asked, noticing the grim expression on Li Fanshuang’s face.

With a sigh, Li Fanshuang handed her phone directly to Luo Xiaoxiao.

After reading the message with furrowed brows, Luo Xiaoxiao thought—Lu Chenfeng must be in immense pain to have made this decision.

To give up struggling…

“How is the Lu family now?” Luo Xiaoxiao asked, her voice choked with emotion as she thought of Yuan Zhiqing. Their first meeting hadn’t been pleasant.

Li Fanshuang replied, “The Lu family has completely withdrawn now.”

“That’s good.” Luo Xiaoxiao exhaled deeply, mustering her spirits. “At least they had wealth when they lived freely.”

Li Fanshuang burst into laughter. “You really are an optimist.”

Luo Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow. “What else can I do if not stay optimistic?”

“Fine, you always have a point.”

Luo Xiaoxiao huffed. “Exactly.”

“Let’s go have breakfast. It’s rare for you to be in the room when I wake up. Done with your workout?”

Luo Xiaoxiao nodded. “I have a competition today, so I didn’t overexert myself.”

“Alright, let’s go. It’s getting late—don’t you have a match today?”

Luo Xiaoxiao nodded again. “Yeah, I need to eat well so I can fight later.”

–

By nine o’clock, the hotel restaurant was nearly empty.

As Luo Xiaoxiao and Li Fanshuang entered, they immediately sensed the tense atmosphere.

Luo Xiaoxiao frowned, scanning the room. What was going on? It felt like countless eyes were fixed on them.

Li Fanshuang also noticed something amiss and instinctively moved closer to Luo Xiaoxiao—a reflexive action.

Recalling Li Fanshuang’s earlier discomfort, Luo Xiaoxiao realized she particularly disliked being hounded by paparazzi.

“Xiaoxiao, maybe we should just go back to the room…” Li Fanshuang’s voice trembled almost imperceptibly.

Luo Xiaoxiao patted her hand reassuringly. “It’s fine.”

“Actress Li, Coach Luo, do you have time to answer a few questions?”

Sure enough, a reporter couldn’t resist and approached with recording equipment.

Luo Xiaoxiao raised a hand. “Sorry, now isn’t a good time.”

But the reporter persisted, stepping closer. “We just want to ask the actress a few questions.”

Li Fanshuang kept her head down, unwilling to face the paparazzi’s interrogation.

“Did Yuan Zhiqing really drug you?”

“How rude!” Luo Xiaoxiao’s voice rose sharply.

Li Fanshuang didn’t answer, which only fueled the reporters’ dissatisfaction. They swarmed around, treating Li Fanshuang not as a person but as a tool for their headlines.

Luo Xiaoxiao frowned, shielding Li Fanshuang. “What are you doing? How did you even get in here?”

“Answer us! Answer us!”

A barrage of camera flashes lit up around them, leaving Li Fanshuang momentarily dazed.

“It wasn’t her,” Li Fanshuang stated coldly. Her words cut through the chaos like an anchor, instantly silencing the clamor.

One reporter pressed on, undeterred. “Then why is everyone online saying she did it?”

Li Fanshuang took a deep breath and forced herself to face the camera. “Do you really believe everything you read online? They also said the world would end in 2012. Well, we’re still here, aren’t we? The world hasn’t been flooded yet.”

“Then can you tell us who actually drugged you?”

Li Fanshuang raised an eyebrow. “When was I ever drugged? I didn’t even know about it myself. I’ll sue you for spreading rumors.”

Luo Xiaoxiao shook her head as she observed her wife’s composed demeanor.

Her dear wife’s palms were sweating so much that Luo Xiaoxiao could feel the moisture against her own skin. Her fingertips gently traced circles on Li Fanshuang’s damp palms.

She tried to wipe away the tiny beads of sweat, but it seemed futile—no matter how hard she tried, the perspiration only increased until Li Fanshuang finally uttered, “No comment,” and led Luo Xiaoxiao away.

Back in their room, the two exchanged a knowing smile.

“I’m sorry, Xiaoxiao. I dragged you into this mess,” Li Fanshuang said wearily, sinking into the couch.

Luo Xiaoxiao shook her head. “Don’t say that. I don’t see it that way at all.”

“That’s just how these people are. I can’t stand paparazzi. Who knows what kind of story they’ll spin now?”

With a sigh, Luo Xiaoxiao brushed her fingers against Li Fanshuang’s forehead. “If it’s too much, maybe you should take the day off. I think you’re under too much pressure.”

Li Fanshuang shook her head. “I’m known as the workaholic of the industry. There’s no way I’m taking leave. Chen Yu might, but not me.”

Luo Xiaoxiao smiled helplessly and ruffled her hair. “Sis, don’t make me worry, okay?”

Li Fanshuang trembled slightly before pulling Luo Xiaoxiao into an embrace.

“I know.”

“Since we have some time now, will you tell me what happened before? I noticed at the panda park—my sister really doesn’t like crowds.”

Li Fanshuang gave a wry smile. “I thought I hid it pretty well.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s nothing too serious. When I first debuted, I was stalked and harassed. But that’s pretty common in this industry.”

Luo Xiaoxiao’s expression darkened. She looked at Li Fanshuang solemnly.

“Sis, that’s a crime.”

Li Fanshuang met her gaze, recalling how Luo Xiaoxiao had directed fans at the panda park, how she had comforted her that day.

Perhaps even then, she had already fallen for her—for Luo Xiaoxiao’s gentle nature, warm like the sun.

Reality and dreams blurred together. Unable to resist, Li Fanshuang nipped at Luo Xiaoxiao’s shoulder.

“Ow!” Luo Xiaoxiao winced. “Why did you bite me?”

Li Fanshuang murmured, “Because I like you.”

A physiological reaction…