After A Secret Marriage Agreement With A Rival Omega - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: “If You Want It, Come and Get It Yourself.”

The next morning, while washing up, Jian Jixing looked at the deep teeth marks next to her scent gland and wondered if Sheng Ruxi was part dog.

She bit so hard.

Jian Jixing didn’t change clothes in the room, afraid of waking the “eldest miss.” Sheng Ruxi not only had strict requirements for her sleeping environment but also suffered from severe morning grumpiness; her family had warned Jian Jixing about this multiple times when they got their marriage certificate.

In truth, Jian Jixing knew even without being told.

Sheng Ruxi was the little princess of the Sheng family, pampered since childhood, someone who always got what she wanted. If Sheng Ruxi hadn’t refused a grand ceremony herself, their engagement would have been common knowledge by now.

Jian Jixing lived a rougher life. She often filmed in the wild and couldn’t be as refined. This villa was the wedding house provided by their families, but since Jian Jixing was away filming all year, she rarely came home. Sheng Ruxi was the same; in the two months of their marriage, they had only been here twice.

The first time the actress came back, she was full of disdain. The moment her bottom touched the sheets, she let out a “tsk.” The sheets were brand new; Jian Jixing felt that Sheng Ruxi wasn’t disgusted by the sheets, but by her.

But Jian Jixing changed them anyway.

Two days ago, during Sheng Ruxi’s heat, Jian Jixing had claimed to be busy on set in their chat, yet she rushed back that night anyway. She was exhausted from traveling back from another city. The moment she entered the bedroom, she was irritably kicked off the bed by Sheng Ruxi, who claimed the heat was delayed and wasn’t happening today.

Jian Jixing endured it and went to the guest room. However, in the middle of the night, she was shaken awake. When she turned around, her heart nearly stopped from the shock.

Sheng Ruxi was standing by her bed like a ghost, whispering: “Jian Jixing, is this bed even meant for humans? The duvet and sheets aren’t soft enough, and the pillow is uncomfortable. It’s poking me.”

Not just an eldest miss, but the Princess and the Pea.

Jian Jixing was practically laughed into anger, but the next day, she had the staff change everything again. Fortunately, Sheng Ruxi hadn’t complained since last night, so she was likely satisfied—or perhaps too exhausted from the “exercise” to speak.

When Jian Jixing took off her shirt and saw the red scratch marks on her back, she was momentarily speechless.

—Not a dog, a fox. One that bares its claws and never trims its nails.

However, being stubborn has its lessons. Jian Jixing thought of something and actually let out a low laugh before pushing the door open and heading out.

…

She rarely had a day off and wanted to relax by taking her motorcycle out for a few laps. When she ran into Gu Shengci, the latter asked, “Why are you out here on such a fine rest day instead of staying home with your wife?”

Jian Jixing: “Can you ever say anything useful?”

“…” Gu Shengci found it unbelievable. “Your mouth is truly a weapon of mass destruction.”

Jian Jixing didn’t care. No matter how bad her mouth was, it couldn’t be worse than Sheng Ruxi’s. At the thought of the scratches on her back, Jian Jixing felt that spending time chatting with Gu Shengci wasn’t a total waste of time today.

They were riding on a new road near the suburbs—spacious, with fresh asphalt and few cars. As they rode, Gu Shengci felt something was off: “Why are you riding so slowly today?”

Jian Jixing usually rode like she didn’t value her life, yet her speed had actually dropped below 100 km/h. On a motorcycle, 100 km/h is like chasing the wind. Usually, Jian Jixing didn’t just chase the wind; she tried to overtake it, leaving everything behind.

Jian Jixing stopped her bike and gave her a lazy glance: “I don’t want to distribute my inheritance just yet.”

Gu Shengci: “…The two of you are truly a match made in hell.”

After riding for a while and stopping to rest, Gu Shengci suddenly received a work call. Her team said: “The director for today’s commercial shoot suddenly quit. We need someone to fill in immediately.”

Quitting wasn’t the issue; the main point was that she had a ready-made replacement right in front of her. The commercial was urgent. Gu Shengci hung up and was about to hop onto the back of Jian Jixing’s bike when she was blocked by a hand.

“Come help me out. I need you to direct a commercial,” Gu Shengci said. “Fine, I won’t sit in your back seat, okay? You’ve already given your love rival a ride; can’t a friend sit there?”

Jian Jixing looked at her like she was an idiot: “She’s married to me. Are you?” Even if they were love rivals, once they were on the same household register, Jian Jixing would protect her, no matter how complicated her feelings were.

“…” Gu Shengci couldn’t argue with that. “Anyway, nobody can win against that mouth of yours.”

Not necessarily, Jian Jixing thought with a snort as Sheng Ruxi’s face flashed in her mind.

As a film director, she wasn’t interested in shooting a petty commercial, but Gu Shengci had a pitch ready: “Not going? Well, you have nothing better to do. Aren’t you thinking about your next film? Go see if the commercial’s leading lady is your muse. Maybe inspiration will strike.”

…

It was truly a curse. If Jian Jixing had known the leading lady was Sheng Ruxi, she wouldn’t have come even if she were beaten to death.

Sheng Ruxi was equally displeased to see Jian Jixing.

This was a new endorsement for a body scrub, a contract she had signed before winning her award. Sheng Ruxi didn’t care who the director was; as long as they were professionally trained, with her face, the result couldn’t be bad. But seeing Jian Jixing made her feel stifled.

Her waist was still sore today. When she got up, she felt uncomfortable; a look in the mirror revealed red marks that hadn’t faded yet, left by Jian Jixing last night.

That woman was truly petty. Sheng Ruxi had intentionally pinched Jian Jixing’s waist last night, and in the end, it was all paid back in full.

The doctor had told Sheng Ruxi to stop using suppressants as much as possible, but the single bite of a temporary marking wasn’t enough to get her through smoothly—her body felt empty and unsatisfied. Therefore, she also needed physical comfort. This “treatment method” really wouldn’t work without the legal support of a marriage certificate.

But that didn’t mean Jian Jixing could bite her like that!!! Dog!

Not just a dog, but someone who left hickeys.

Fortunately, today’s shoot for the body scrub focused mostly on the legs. The scene involved her sitting by a bathtub applying scrub to her legs.

Tuanzi (Sheng Ruxi’s assistant) followed her out and saw Jian Jixing walking in from outside, her jaw nearly hitting the floor.

Sheng Ruxi, however, didn’t look away. In front of the camera, her eyes met Jian Jixing’s. She sat down, took the scrub handed over by a staff member, and lazily crossed her legs.

The slit of her skirt slid down from her knee, revealing a high degree of skin, nearly up to the root of her thigh—a blindingly white expanse. Sheng Ruxi seemed oblivious, but two staff members rushed up to nervously adjust the hem for her. They pinned a hidden clasp to ensure she wouldn’t be exposed while still showcasing her flawless legs.

Meanwhile, another staff member was applying moisturizer to Sheng Ruxi’s legs. She was a female Alpha, working diligently and seriously. After the first layer was absorbed, she quickly patted on some shimmering powder. Sheng Ruxi’s legs were noble, exquisite down to every toe.

Most actresses do this much prep to maintain a perfect state before filming, but were Sheng Ruxi’s legs not already perfect? Jian Jixing frowned as she watched.

Under her intense gaze, the staff member’s hand trembled, becoming even more nervous. As an Alpha, Jian Jixing’s pressure was exceptionally strong today, deep and unpredictable. The staff member was practically breaking into a cold sweat.

“What’s the rush? It’s not enough. Re-apply,” Sheng Ruxi glanced over. The moment her leg slightly lifted, someone else’s palm moved to support it. Her thin-strapped slippers hung off her toes, looking like they might fall at any second. Jian Jixing was reminded of those stilettos last night.

As they re-applied, her skirt hem continued to be adjusted. Sheng Ruxi complained it was too high one moment and too skewed the next, never satisfied.

Tuanzi watched Jian Jixing’s expression and broke into a sweat. Sister, please just finish the shoot and leave—

Although it wasn’t officially time to start, everything was ready. Sheng Ruxi was clearly making Jian Jixing wait.

Jian Jixing noticed too. Sheng Ruxi wasn’t just being nitpicky; she just purely disliked her.

Jian Jixing waited a bit longer. When Sheng Ruxi switched legs again and made the staff undo the clasp to re-pin it, she walked over.

Jian Jixing stood beside the Alpha staff member and reached out to support Sheng Ruxi’s ankle herself. An overbearing aura descended. The surrounding staff didn’t dare say a word, and the one about to adjust the clasp froze.

“Is this how you drove the previous director away in a huff?”

Jian Jixing spoke flatly, her gaze sweeping over the staff. “Nothing for you to do here. I’ll take over.”

Jian Jixing’s grip on Sheng Ruxi’s ankle was light. After all, they were in front of a camera. This “Pea Princess” had skin as sensitive and fragile as anything; a bit too much force would definitely leave a red mark. Sheng Ruxi’s delicate legs were so smooth that even the light seemed to slide off them.

Tuanzi’s heart was in her throat—they were about to start a fight! Yet none of the staff in the room dared to provoke Jian Jixing. She looked at Gu Shengci, only to find her friend wearing a “watching for entertainment” expression.

?

Sheng Ruxi didn’t move. Instead, she smiled: “Is Director Jian taking advantage of me?”

“If there’s an advantage and you don’t take it, you’re a fool.” The corners of Jian Jixing’s mouth curled up. Her flat expression was replaced by a half-smile. Her other hand reached out, fingers pinching the hem of the skirt, lifting it slightly, and—snap—fastening the clasp.

The Film Queen, who had just been complaining about this and that, glared up at Jian Jixing. Just as she was about to speak, Jian Jixing wickedly pressed her thumb against her ankle, a silent warning for Sheng Ruxi not to go too far.

Sheng Ruxi choked on her words and whispered back: “You’re the fool! A little bastard!”

She really refused to lose even an inch. Besides, where was the “taking advantage”? Jian Jixing had even pulled the skirt up a bit while fastening it, avoiding any skin contact through the clothes. Supporting her ankle was even easier to explain—her leg would have to be lifted to this height soon anyway; she was just testing if it would be exposed.

“No need to insult yourself.” As she lowered Sheng Ruxi’s ankle, Jian Jixing leaned in closer, her voice only audible to the two of them: “Little Green Bean.”

What Little Green Bean? Sheng Ruxi frowned in confusion, then suddenly realized—the idiom “a turtle matching with a green bean” (a perfect, often odd, match)!

By the time Sheng Ruxi reacted, Jian Jixing was already back at the camera: “Prepare to shoot.”

Sheng Ruxi’s eyes were practically spitting fire. However, the moment Jian Jixing said “action,” she immediately switched into professional mode. Her legs were exposed, but her waist was covered tightly; fortunately, she didn’t reveal the red marks on her waist to the camera.

Tuanzi remained anxious. She knew her little ancestor was angry and feared their mutual antagonism would affect her later performance—Sheng Ruxi had to go to a movie set in the afternoon! Fortunately, both women had excellent professional standards. They finished normally and quite quickly, as if neither wanted to spend another second with the other.

Sheng Ruxi left immediately after the shoot. She got into her business van and was about to close her eyes when the roar of a motorcycle startled her.

Jian Jixing straddled her bike, standing by the van door without getting in. Sheng Ruxi felt the director’s expression was exceptionally punchable; she couldn’t hold her thoughts back.

“Jian Jixing, can’t you change your vehicle?” It was so noisy. Now, every time she heard a motorcycle on the road, Jian Jixing would involuntarily pop into her head.

“You like this one? When I’m tired of it, I can give it to you.” Jian Jixing made a motion as if to toss the keys to Sheng Ruxi, adding lazily, “There are plenty of cars at home. Why don’t I use this to deliver your gowns? It’s faster.”

Sheng Ruxi looked at her, knowing Jian Jixing was mocking her for making her late yesterday. Why did she ride a motorcycle? Sheng Ruxi hated that deathly loud noise. But seeing Jian Jixing’s “I’ve got you” expression made her unhappy, so she flashed a smile.

“We’re family; why talk like strangers?” she said. “It’s all communal property. Give it to me now.”

Jian Jixing had been standing by the door. Hearing Sheng Ruxi’s words, she hooked her finger through the key ring, reached into the van, and dangled them in front of the actress.

—If you want it, come and get it yourself.

Sheng Ruxi sensed a trap and looked at Jian Jixing suspiciously. When she saw the person in front of her raise an eyebrow, she quickly reached out.

However, just as she was about to touch them, Jian Jixing flicked the keys upward and lowered her upper body, leaning in. She was like someone using a teaser wand on a cat. Her fingers were nimble; as she hooked the keys, she also used her middle finger to lightly press against Sheng Ruxi’s forehead.

“I didn’t know you liked to ‘eat and take’ so much?” Jian Jixing raised an eyebrow. She tilted her neck slightly, and a faint, cold scent of agarwood drifted over, choking back Sheng Ruxi’s fiery retort.

Jian Jixing’s shirt had opened slightly as she bent over. Sheng Ruxi saw the teeth marks that hadn’t disappeared yet, tinged with a bit of purple. She had bitten her quite hard back then.

“Birds of a feather flock together; it’s because ‘he who touches pitch shall be defiled.'” Sheng Ruxi laughed from pure anger, her voice soft and carrying a hint of smugness. “If I were by Wuwu’s side, I wouldn’t be like this—mph!”

Jian Jixing’s hand held the motorcycle keys, the cold metal surface lightly propping up Sheng Ruxi’s chin.

“I’m free Friday and Saturday. Please clear your evenings as well,” Jian Jixing looked at her and said flatly. “Let this ‘bottle of ink’ contaminate you a bit more.”