The wife insists on being my top (GL) - Chapter 1

The reason a “wife” is a “wife” is that she’s already someone else’s wife at the beginning of the story. And the person she marries is often a cannon fodder character, designed to provide her with hardships and setbacks.

In this story, the cannon fodder, desperate for investment, sends her newlywed wife (who is also a marriage alliance partner) to the bed of the collaborating company’s President. From there, the story embarks on the journey of the marriage alliance partner (the female lead) being thoroughly devoured by the President (the second female lead).

You might ask, what’s the cannon fodder doing at this point? After wearing a green hat and obediently licking the President’s boots for a while, she’s subjected to various beatings by the furious President due to domestic violence allegations, ultimately ending up with a bankrupt company and nothing.

It’s a simple and plain erotic novel. Unfortunately, the protagonist is that cannon fodder.

The cannon fodder arrived in this world a year ago. At that time, the female lead, Lu Xiuchun, had just married in. She was a pitiful illegitimate daughter. Even though she married into a wealthy family, she had to watch everyone’s expressions even when she was sick. Otherwise, she’d be accused of playing the victim or deliberately seducing others. Plus, she wasn’t liked by the cannon fodder, the head of the house. The maids also looked down on her, let alone taking care of her when she was sick.

In the original story, the female lead’s left cornea was burned, causing congestion and inflammation, leaving irreversible damage. To mitigate her future guilt with the President, the cannon fodder’s first action upon arriving here was to take care of the delirious female lead throughout the night.

Afterward, everyone’s surprise was a necessary plot point, but we’ll skip that. There were many more things to surprise them, such as being kind to the female lead daily, being gentle and considerate in front of others, taking her to banquets and publicly introducing her, letting her participate in the company’s core projects, giving and gaining trust, and so on. These kinds of things were countless over the year.

Her plan went smoothly. In front of others, she and the female lead were a completely loving couple. She was the doting President, and the female lead was a beautiful, kind-hearted, and exceptionally fortunate wife.

Privately, the female lead trusted her to an extreme degree, telling her everything and sharing her family’s business plans without reservation. The cannon fodder even criticized her for this, earnestly teaching her not to trust people easily.

“But you’re not just anyone.”

Speaking of her female lead, her eyes were incredibly pure when she said that.

The cannon fodder was speechless, “I, of course, am not just anyone. I’m afraid you’ll tell these things to others casually!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.”

In short, their relationship was so harmonious that the cannon fodder finally stopped having nightmares of being homeless.

However, after only a few days of peace, she suddenly noticed that the female lead was acting strange.

One night, the cannon fodder reclined on the bed, looking at the female lead’s back as she applied skincare products at the table through a magazine.

Recently, the female lead’s pure eyes had become increasingly gentle, filled with an indescribable tenderness or something else, often staring at her intently.

Most importantly, she had somehow gotten a baby and maternity magazine.

Yes, the one she was holding right now.

The cannon fodder looked down at the chubby baby in the picture. Before she could close the magazine, the female lead, with lotion residue on her hands, got up and walked over.

Perhaps sensing her confusion, the female lead said, “Grandma gave me the magazine at the last family banquet. She said she wants a granddaughter.”

Instead of going to the empty side of the bed, the female lead came straight to her side, knelt by the bed, and softly asked, “And you? What do you think?”

In this world, women can have children through technological means. However, to connect eroticism and childbirth, the author stipulated that they need to have s3x daily to excite the mother’s eggs before using technology, increasing the success rate of egg fertilization. Of course, because both eggs only have X chromosomes, if pregnant, the fetus in the mother’s womb can only be a girl.

So, the female lead’s question was essentially asking if she wanted to have s3x.

She panicked and slammed the magazine shut.

The female lead was wearing a light-colored silk nightgown with elaborate lace decorations on the chest. Her upper body leaned softly towards her, and the fabric enveloping her body draped down gently.

The female lead’s figure was the subject of most of the original author’s flowery language, but at this moment, only three words were in her mind: “Great figure indeed.”

The cannon fodder quickly looked away, her eyes darting around and accidentally meeting the female lead’s gaze, then quickly looking away again. Finally, she forced herself to appear calm and focused on the magazine cover, “Didn’t I say we’re just strategic partners? As for children…”

“But we’ve been married for a year,” the female lead whispered, “It’s not just Grandma, there’s a lot of gossip outside too.”

Her tone carried a hint of grievance.

The cannon fodder couldn’t resist looking back at her.

Her eyes looked like they were about to melt into water.

Heavens, who could resist this?

She slowly put down the magazine, but then gripped it tightly again.

No, no, she’s the boss’s woman, she’s the boss’s woman, the cannon fodder mentally repeated.

“I’ll have someone handle those things, you don’t have to worry about it,” she said, lowering her head and using the magazine to shield herself, “Go to sleep.”

The female lead paused, then said, “Okay.”

After the lights were turned off, the cannon fodder clutched her pillow and glanced behind her. She didn’t know when it started, but the female lead no longer slept with her back to her.

Her slender cheek was pressed against the pillow, her eyes closed, facing the back of the cannon fodder’s head, giving her a constant feeling of being watched.

Something was very wrong, definitely very wrong.

In fact, this kind of ambiguous probing wasn’t the first time.

Like last time, when she came out of the bathroom after a shower, her phone rang. It was a work call. She answered it, rubbing her hair, without avoiding the female lead. The female lead then familiarly came up behind her, took the damp towel from her hand, and silently helped dry her hair. When she hung up and said she would do it herself, the female lead softly stopped her, “Let me do it, you’ve roughed up your hair.” Her tone was helpless and gentle, like a real wife.

Or when they ate together, she would attentively and gently wipe the oil from the corners of her mouth. Or when she helped her adjust her shirt collar, she would speak ambiguously and softly about her carelessness, and so on.

The way she looked at her had unconsciously become mixed with deeper meaning and warmth.

All of this made the cannon fodder uneasy.

What’s wrong with the female lead?

The author has something to say:
This story will not involve childbirth plots, just world-building and the wife’s schemes.