After A Secret Marriage Agreement With A Rival Omega - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: “Then I Beg You.”

“Jian Jixing, stop dreaming.”

Instead of fighting, Sheng Ruxi curved her eyes and let her body go soft. Her voice was sweet, but it didn’t feel artificial. With a smile in her eyes but indifference in her words, she spoke as if she had just heard a joke.

Since middle school, Sheng Ruxi had loved competing with Jian Jixing. From childhood to adulthood, their goals overlapped heavily—even the person they liked was the same.

At the thought of Chu Wu’s face, Sheng Ruxi’s tears stopped, and her voice began to steady.

“Oh, wait… making me beg you? That’s not even possible in your dreams.”

Jian Jixing suddenly laughed: “Sheng Ruxi, I thought you’d have learned to be a bit smarter after what happened before.”

If Sheng Ruxi were smart enough, the mistake from that night two months ago wouldn’t have happened. If it weren’t for Sheng Ruxi being so sharp-tongued and unwilling to lose, the two of them wouldn’t have ended up reaching that point of “dry wood and raging fire.”

“It’s mutual. What right do you have to demand anything of me?” Sheng Ruxi looked at Jian Jixing with red eyes.

She knew her advantages all too well; this face and her acting skills were her greatest weapons. Even Jian Jixing, knowing this “fox” was faking it again, still felt that Sheng Ruxi was in pain, so she released the heel of the stiletto.

Finding an opening, Sheng Ruxi immediately pulled her leg away from Jian Jixing’s lap. Enduring the discomfort in her scent gland, she sneered, “Director Jian’s taste is truly unique—you just love the feeling of pursuing what you can’t have.”

Jian Jixing: “…” Sheng Ruxi really can’t go a second without sniping at me.

“The air outside is full of pheromones and people. If you don’t come back with me now, you can just wait to fall into your heat cycle right here,” Jian Jixing reminded her. “What, did you forget what the doctor said about the state between us?”

Under these special circumstances, staying with the Alpha who had marked her was the only correct choice. Stubbornly acting alone would only lead to more suffering.

These words struck home, and Sheng Ruxi’s smug expression faltered slightly. Jian Jixing had already let her go and was heading out.

“Just you wait, Jian Jixing.” Her breath hitching, Sheng Ruxi finally lifted her skirt, stepped onto the floor, and followed.

…

Ten minutes later, a motorcycle sped through the night air.

Unlike before, there was an extra person on the back seat. Even though she had to ride a bike, Sheng Ruxi hadn’t changed out of her beautiful dress, though she now wore a black leather motorcycle jacket over it.

“Hold tight.”

Jian Jixing’s two brief words were carried away by the wind. Sheng Ruxi replied, “I would never touch you, ahhh—!”

The sudden burst of speed made Sheng Ruxi eat her words. She immediately pressed her hands against Jian Jixing’s waist, taking several seconds to recover before shouting angrily, “Slow down! Do you want to die?!”

“What’s this?” Jian Jixing’s deviousness was on full display the moment she accelerated.

“Ultra-fast speed, an ultra-fast life,” Sheng Ruxi squeezed out the words.

Jian Jixing didn’t look back: “There’s no need to curse your spouse to an early death. We signed an agreement; if I die, the inheritance won’t go to you anyway.”

As if! She had her own money; why would she care about Jian Jixing’s assets?

Sheng Ruxi: “Jian Jixing, if your mouth were even a little bit kinder, you wouldn’t be unable to catch Chu Wu even now. Don’t you know the problem is you?”

Jian Jixing: “You say that as if you caught him.”

“…”

Sheng Ruxi directly pinched Jian Jixing’s waist.

The bike didn’t slow down, but Jian Jixing’s voice tightened: “You really like playing the hooligan, don’t you?”

This was a complete reversal of roles—who was the real hooligan here? Sheng Ruxi couldn’t stand it: “When it comes to being a hooligan, how can I compare to Director Jian? You didn’t even spare your own love rival.”

At the thought of that night… ignoring the shame and annoyance, Sheng Ruxi was filled with a stomach full of rage.

Jian Jixing gripped the handlebars. Though she couldn’t turn around, she could still feel Sheng Ruxi’s fury.

She’s actually getting angry?

“I’m the hooligan?” Jian Jixing said. “Film Queen Sheng is a busy woman with a short memory; she doesn’t remember who was the one begging me that night.”

As she spoke, a lingering heat seemed to tickle her ear. Over two months had passed since that night. But as long as it was mentioned, certain images forced their way into her mind.

Sheng Ruxi’s attitude when begging was just as unreasonable as her personality. Originally, Jian Jixing had tried to push her away, but an Omega committing “wrongdoings” has no logic—even her pheromones were helping her seduce. Her skin was like milk, but her pheromones were sweet and sour berries; with a gentle touch or a squeeze, the juices would splatter everywhere.

Sheng Ruxi yelled, “Don’t you dare say another word! If your pheromones hadn’t seduced me, I wouldn’t have lost control.”

Tyrannical and pampered. These had always been synonymous with Sheng Ruxi, and Jian Jixing had seen it all. When she was sober, she wanted to ride over Jian Jixing’s head; when she wasn’t sober—she actually did ride her.

Those images made Jian Jixing’s face heat up, but at the thought of what came after, she calmed down again.

But that was only that one time. Ever since the two of them were pushed into getting their marriage certificate, whenever they lay in the same bed, it was purely for the “task.” They would stiffly pull up the covers, turn off the lights, and get it over with.

Jian Jixing brooded for a long time before deciding that arguing with Sheng Ruxi right now was as boring as the stiff gap between them when they lay together. Finally, she let out a low, mocking laugh.

…

The absurd night between Jian Jixing and Sheng Ruxi should have ended silently. However, when Jian Jixing returned home, her mother, Yan Yaojin, keenly smelled the residual pheromones of an Omega on her daughter.

Yan Yaojin had always known about her daughter’s condition. Quietly suppressing her shock, she went to a familiar doctor to inquire, only to run into Sheng Ruxi’s mother, Fang Wanning.

Fang Wanning was also there to ask on behalf of her daughter: “My daughter came back this morning with the scent of an Alpha on her.”

The families behind Jian Jixing and Sheng Ruxi were powerful and had a fixed private medical team. They both went to see Dr. Tang Zhi. Upon inquiry, they realized their daughters were equally troublesome.

Since her differentiation, Jian Jixing had never entered an enclosure (heat/rut). She vomited whenever she smelled any Omega’s pheromones, so finding an Omega’s scent on her was considered impossible. As for Sheng Ruxi, she had been drinking suppressants like water since she was nineteen; her physical condition was extremely unstable, and she refused to listen to advice. Finding an Alpha’s scent on her was also considered impossible.

Dr. Tang Zhi recorded the notes and asked, “Describe the scent you found on your children.”

Yan Yaojin and Fang Wanning spoke at the same time.

“Blueberries, strawberries, berries, and oatmeal. Sweet, sour, and milky. It smelled wonderful.”

“Dried tangerine peel and agarwood. It’s a very unique scent; I could never mistake it.”

After speaking, both saw the shock and awkwardness in each other’s eyes.

—Wasn’t that exactly the pheromone scent of the other’s child?

Case closed.

That night, Yan Yaojin stepped forward personally, bringing Jian Jixing’s maternal uncle, Yan Cheng, to grandly settle the marriage with the Sheng family. The two juniors were not present.

Dr. Tang Zhi also informed Jian Jixing that to cure her hidden ailment of being unable to accept Omega pheromones, she needed three courses of treatment, each lasting four months. Once a month, for a total of one year—twelve instances of sex hormone exchange.

In short: frequent bed-sharing and frequent temporary markings.

Jian Jixing’s first reaction wasn’t that it was absurd, but that Sheng Ruxi would never agree. How could Sheng Ruxi possibly cooperate?

…

Until they returned to the villa, neither said another word. Jian Jixing didn’t slow down her speed either.

They bathed in separate bathrooms. Sheng Ruxi loved soaking in the tub; only by burying her body in the hot water to relax could she let out a long sigh of relief. She took out her phone and saw several messages from Yan Fuzheng.

Yan Fuzheng: 【Don’t be too sharp-tongued. You’re prone to needing a “lesson” once your heat cycle hits. Are you okay now? She is your wife, after all. Be harmonious.】

【You ran so fast. You and Jian Jixing didn’t even show up in the later part of the livestream. Meng Zhao was busy congratulating Director Jian the whole time. Hilarious—everyone’s gone and she’s still clout-chasing.】

Sheng Ruxi replied: 【What wife? I married her just to bring her down. The power over “hate-making” is in my hands.】

Yan Fuzheng was speechless: 【Stop being stubborn. Later you’ll be begging her to bite you.】

【She’s about to hit her rut too. If she wants to bite me, won’t she have to beg me?】 Sheng Ruxi typed furiously. 【I will absolutely not beg her!】

The silence on the other end was deafening. After a while, a message came back:

【What exactly do her pheromones smell like?】

Sheng Ruxi’s fingers froze over the keyboard. Everyone knew Jian Jixing was a powerful Alpha with incredible self-control who never leaked her pheromones in public.

But Sheng Ruxi knew. Since she was young, she had always liked being unique. Even though the person was Jian Jixing, Sheng Ruxi still felt a subtle sense of satisfaction.

Steam from the hot water made her head feel slightly dizzy. She quickly shook off that strange satisfaction. When she wrapped herself in a bathrobe and came out, she no longer suppressed her pheromones, letting them scatter everywhere.

Tonight, she won another trophy and became the hottest female star in the industry. But looking back at the ceremony, she felt it was just “so-so”—calm and composed, as it was what she deserved.

Only now did her heartbeat accelerate and her ears burn, simply because she smelled a deep, somber aura enveloping her. It was Jian Jixing’s pheromones.

Jian Jixing has already finished washing. She lay on the left side of the bed, casually flipping through a book. Sheng Ruxi knew the Alpha had already smelled her pheromones. But she didn’t react, clearly waiting for Sheng Ruxi to come over first.

She looked exactly like someone waiting to finish a task.

In truth, Jian Jixing looked fine on the surface, but according to the doctor, her physical condition was actually the worse of the two. So, clearly, Jian Jixing was the one in need—why was she acting so high and mighty?

Sheng Ruxi walked over and lay down on the right side. The sheets and duvet had been changed; they weren’t the ones from last night.

Even after she lay down, Jian Jixing didn’t move. Sheng Ruxi wasn’t the type to hold things in; she tossed the book in Jian Jixing’s hand to the side. Her heart skipped a heavy beat. She felt increasingly stifled as the restless sense of unfulfilled craving rapidly climbed.

With a soft thud, the heavy book happened to hit the bedside lamp, and the light went out.

This was Sheng Ruxi’s habit; she didn’t like having the lights on. It was also her signal, telling Jian Jixing that the “task” had officially begun.

The “Chu River and Han Border” (dividing line) between them closed temporarily. Jian Jixing silently leaned in. Sheng Ruxi had her back to her; the tie of her bathrobe was already loose, allowing the Alpha to easily pull it down slightly.

Jian Jixing’s rut and Sheng Ruxi’s heat were close together but never coincided, meaning they had to do it twice a month. Just as Jian Jixing needed treatment, Sheng Ruxi—due to long-term suppressant use—was indifferent to any Alpha’s pheromones, and her personality changed drastically during her heat.

—She became “frigid” and irritable, but she just happened to be marketable by Jian Jixing.

The two women’s conditions were perfectly suited for combined treatment. Except for the two getting married, the elders were beyond happy.

Approaching Sheng Ruxi’s scent gland, the sweet fragrance was rich. Jian Jixing was also affected; her lips parted slightly, and her canines became visible. Sheng Ruxi didn’t move. When Jian Jixing reached out to pull her over, Sheng Ruxi immediately struggled, but her waist was pinned down firmly.

Sheng Ruxi could feel that Jian Jixing was about to lose it. Her bathrobe was scattered on the sheets. She was forced into a new position, looking at Jian Jixing’s silhouette in the gloom.

Even in this state, she was still holding back. Even without the lights, Sheng Ruxi could feel that burning, powerful gaze. From her eyes to her lips, and then further down.

Sheng Ruxi couldn’t stand it, but she forced herself not to move.

“If you’re unwilling, I won’t force you.” Jian Jixing suddenly let her go, tossed back the covers, and got up.

She was an extremely disciplined person, but everything went to hell the moment she dealt with Sheng Ruxi. Even her sleep schedule was completely disrupted. She’d be tossed and turned all night; this “ancestor” would get thirsty or hungry in the middle of the night and order her around just because she’d been bitten.

Sheng Ruxi hated how she acted like she had everything in her grasp. But with Jian Jixing’s sudden departure, she felt a chill in the air and couldn’t help but shrink back.

“Do you even know what foreplay is? When did I ever say I was unwilling?” Sheng Ruxi’s voice carried a hint of anger. “Since I’ve already lied down, you should take the hint. Can’t you say a word to beg me to cooperate? Whoever becomes your girlfriend must be exhausted. It’s a good thing you never caught Wuwu.”

Since she and Jian Jixing were already forced to share a bed, Sheng Ruxi didn’t want her sex life to be devoid of quality. She had a lot of complaints about “task-style” bedwork.

Wooden block! Single dog! You deserve it!

Jian Jixing stood by the bed, looking down at her. She really didn’t understand why Sheng Ruxi would mention another Alpha at a time like this, even if that person was Chu Wu.

Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. Faint moonlight filtered through the window. With the duvet pulled back, the weak light spilled over the curves of Sheng Ruxi’s body. Sheng Ruxi’s eyes were very bright, fueled by her annoyance. Jian Jixing felt her own scent gland aching and burning; a large amount of pheromones was surging out.

Tonight was clearly Sheng Ruxi’s heat, yet she was making the Alpha who was supposed to help her beg…

Fine.

Giving in a little was nothing. She was just afraid Sheng Ruxi would start crying again; that would be even more trouble.

“Then I beg you.”

Was that the attitude of someone begging?

Sheng Ruxi: “I’m not willing anymore!”

The atmosphere turned cold in an instant. Jian Jixing curled her lips without any warmth, turned, and started to leave. But Sheng Ruxi’s leg lashed out to kick her.

In the next moment, Sheng Ruxi’s ankle was easily caught. An overwhelming aura enveloped her, making escape impossible.

Jian Jixing gripped her ankle and pulled her toward the edge of the bed. As they moved, the light was suddenly switched back on.

The bathrobe was already useless. In an instant, Sheng Ruxi appeared before Jian Jixing like a beautiful rose in full bloom—complete and entirely exposed.

Sheng Ruxi wanted to scream; she felt dizzy. Jian Jixing was playing the hooligan again!

“Does this count as a part of foreplay?” Jian Jixing raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly casually pressing and kneading Sheng Ruxi’s toe with her thumb while staring at her “about-to-cry” expression. Soon, her palm brushed over.

Finally, her gaze fixed on Sheng Ruxi’s body. She let out a soft laugh, and her other hand began to unbutton her own shirt. “Do you want to turn off the light? Why are you shaking… Sheng Ruxi, if you want the light off, then beg me.”