After A Secret Marriage Agreement With A Rival Omega - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: “A Taste of the Marrow, Never Satisfied.”

Driven by her creative habits, Jian Jixing always went on a field trip to seek inspiration before starting a new film.

The schedule had been set since the award ceremony; her rut would follow right after Sheng Ruxi’s heat, meaning she was set to leave this Sunday. The prerequisite, however, was that this “little ancestor” would cooperate with her.

Sheng Ruxi was at odds with her in daily life, and while things were slightly better in bed, it was only slightly.

Only at the moment Jian Jixing bit into Sheng Ruxi’s scent gland would the Omega, under the influence of pheromones, wrap her long, slender legs tightly around her—soft and delicate. Of course, Jian Jixing was just as affected; the sweet and sour pheromones were like berries bitten open by teeth, exploding in her mouth. In that instant, her consciousness would weaken, drowning in the sensation.

By the time their breaths mingled and their body temperatures threatened to burn them both, Sheng Ruxi’s pheromone concentration would peak, and broken, intermittent sounds would spill out. At that point, Sheng Ruxi would cry, clutching at her.

When those beautiful fox-like eyes were brimming with tears, her crying was stunningly beautiful—so much so that it stirred a wicked impulse in one to hear her continue begging for mercy. Sometimes, seeing Sheng Ruxi’s neck arch back helplessly, her hands would subconsciously grab Jian Jixing’s shoulders to pull her back, as if inviting a kiss.

Jian Jixing occasionally had a fleeting illusion: although she truly disliked Sheng Ruxi, she couldn’t deny that their physical chemistry was an impeccable match.

But it was only for a moment. Jian Jixing would quickly snap back to reality. How could it be? They never even kissed when they did it.

Afterward, Sheng Ruxi’s logic would return, and she would kick her away without hesitation. She truly embodied the extreme of “using someone and tossing them aside.”

…

“Keep dreaming. I haven’t even settled the score with you for turning on the lights last time.” Sheng Ruxi predicted Jian Jixing would bring this up. She curled her lips, her proud face becoming even more dazzling.

So what if she had lost her head during her heat and begged Jian Jixing once?

Now that Jian Jixing’s rut was approaching, she had plenty of ways to torment her. The doctor said the “treatment” required consistency. Jian Jixing had gotten her way during the last two times; how could she possibly endure this one alone?

This sort of thing—once you’ve had a taste of the marrow, you are never satisfied. Even Sheng Ruxi couldn’t reject the tremors brought by pheromone matching and physical compatibility.

Besides, who was she? She was Sheng Ruxi. Even if Jian Jixing was her arch-rival, her body told her—Jian Jixing was attracted to her.

“If you want me to cooperate this time, the condition remains the same.” Sheng Ruxi smiled, her eyes shimmering like spring water. “Beg me. It depends on your performance.” She naturally assumed Jian Jixing had come to find her for this reason.

“Mother called. She asked where you were; your phone wouldn’t go through.” Jian Jixing merely raised an eyebrow, looking at Sheng Ruxi inside the van. “She said your brother is coming back this week and invited us for dinner.”

Sheng Ruxi’s face turned cold. Before she could speak, Jian Jixing added, “You’re busy, right? I happen to be free on Saturday; I can go in your stead.”

What kind of person was she? If Jian Jixing went to her home while she herself was absent, wasn’t that clearly telling her mother: Look, see how unreasonable Sheng Ruxi is?

Sheng Ruxi’s thoughts vanished instantly: “You are being unreasonable!”

Jian Jixing suppressed a laugh. Seeing Sheng Ruxi’s annoyed state made her feel refreshed. Finally, she curled her lips and said, “We’re family; why talk like strangers?”

Sheng Ruxi: “…” Jian Jixing! Using the same sarcastic words I just used against me, are you!

“I will tell Mother we don’t have time.”

Jian Jixing shrugged noncommittally. She turned to straddle her bike to leave. Sheng Ruxi suddenly realized: Jian Jixing probably knew she would answer this way all along.

She felt toyed with again. Clearly, Jian Jixing’s focus was just to deliver the message about the phone call, not the rut as she had assumed. It made it look like she was the one who cared about it.

Sheng Ruxi was no longer sleepy. She sat up straight, her anger swirling in her mind. She used her fiercest tone to squeeze out a few words: “Jian Jixing, are you just playing with me? I really hate you.”

She slammed the van door in a huff. The person outside didn’t move, looking at her with a half-smile as if watching a naughty child. Sheng Ruxi suddenly stopped, leaned back, and ordered Jian Jixing: “Help me close the door.”

Jian Jixing didn’t want to respond. Thinking about Sheng Ruxi’s words made it hard for her to stay calm. Having just experienced Sheng Ruxi’s heat, her own pheromones were unstable; provoking an Alpha during this period was not a wise move.

Regrettably, Sheng Ruxi didn’t understand this and continued to give orders clearly. Jian Jixing found it curious—did Sheng Ruxi act this way toward other Alphas, or only toward her? If she were like this with other Alphas, then Sheng Ruxi truly deserved a lesson.

“Insult me one moment, order me the next, and then beg me when you want my pheromones? Sheng Ruxi, only you would dare order me around like this.” Jian Jixing’s voice turned cold. “What do you take me for?”

Sheng Ruxi smiled sweetly and coquettishly, not fearing Jian Jixing’s temper at all. Her voice was sugary: “What else could you be? I’m your wife. I can’t even ask you to close a door?”

She was the youngest Film Queen; her acting was flawless and convincing. She said the word “wife” with such sincerity.

But Jian Jixing knew this person looked delicate and tyrannical but was actually as cunning as a fox. For the sake of getting the door closed, she could even use a title she usually hated with ease.

Jian Jixing’s hand slowly rested on the door handle, but she didn’t move it. Sheng Ruxi sat inside, meeting Jian Jixing’s gaze with a beaming smile. Jian Jixing understood the slyness in the corner of her lips: What are you looking at? You say you hate me, but you’re actually captivated by me.

Although Jian Jixing was dissatisfied with this arrogant and smug “pampered miss” attitude, she had to admit that this look suited her best. She was like the snow on a high mountain that ordinary people couldn’t touch; showing even a hint of tenderness was a miracle. The word “down-to-earth” would never apply to Sheng Ruxi.

But Jian Jixing was never one to look up to her.

Loving her or being obsessed with her was impossible. Her current patience and tolerance for Sheng Ruxi were merely due to upbringing, and even that was limited. As the world evaluated her, she had always been rebellious.

Just like her wicked behavior during the marking. She could have just bitten down directly—why wait for Sheng Ruxi to beg?

She simply liked teasing Sheng Ruxi; it was in her nature to be mischievous. Usually, it was fine, but when her logic wasn’t suppressing her, how could Sheng Ruxi be her match?

Reaching out to close the door halfway, Jian Jixing’s hand stopped. She looked up: “Is Film Queen Sheng still in character, or is there a bit of sincerity? I need to remind you: we are merely contract partners. Twelve times sharing a bed; when the treatment ends, we divorce peacefully.”

“Sincerity for sincerity”—those words would never appear between her and Sheng Ruxi. Her meaning was clear: she would only cooperate until the treatment was over.

Both families were very optimistic, believing that since the two were of marriageable age and their pheromones matched, they were a match made in heaven. As for feelings, they would surely develop after a year or two of living together, and they could heal their bodies in the process.

Little did they know that both women were indifferent to their own health.

Even though Sheng Ruxi’s pheromones were indeed special to Jian Jixing, and her long-absent rut was now surging like a tidal wave, she had tasted the sweetness, but it wasn’t enough to make her lose her mind completely.

If Sheng Ruxi hadn’t agreed to the marriage out of a desire to torment her, they would have gone their separate ways. But Sheng Ruxi just wouldn’t let her go. A moment of spite had led to the alliance of two families.

Sheng Ruxi stared at her for a while, then suddenly laughed, mockery flashing in her eyes: “It’s best if there’s no sincerity. That way, when I marry Wuwu later, you won’t have to come to our wedding all heartbroken.”

Such rebellious words were spoken by Sheng Ruxi with an air of absolute certainty, as if she were sure she would be the final winner.

Jian Jixing’s temple throbbed when Sheng Ruxi said “Wuwu.” She wasn’t angry because Sheng Ruxi provoked her, but because Sheng Ruxi had mentioned another Alpha’s name more than once.

It’s just because of the rut, Jian Jixing thought, suppressing her temper. Without a word, she slammed the door shut with a bang.

Now the door was closed, but none of the matters they needed to discuss had a resolution. Sheng Ruxi instantly suppressed the urge to open the door and call her back, listening to the sound of the motorcycle fading into the distance.

Jian Jixing, you’re something else.

Meaning—she’d rather suffer through her rut than beg once, making it seem like she herself was the one without a backbone? Thinking of Jian Jixing’s expression made Sheng Ruxi fuming. She wanted to smash her phone, but in the end, she just gripped it and changed Jian Jixing’s contact name to 【Absolutely Ignoring Her】.

The phone buzzed as soon as she tossed it aside. Sheng Ruxi snorted: “Couldn’t even last a minute? I’m telling you, I will absolutely not talk to you. The world doesn’t stop turning without you.”

Her body was honest, however, and she picked it up. It was a message from Yan Fuzheng: 【How is it?】

Sheng Ruxi’s expression stiffened. She didn’t want to reply. But Yan Fuzheng’s messages kept coming.

【Why aren’t you talking? Ancestor, don’t be stubborn with your wife again… Did you tell her about your real situation yet?】

Sheng Ruxi was still sulking and didn’t reply. She exited the chat and started tapping Jian Jixing’s avatar frantically to vent her anger—but even the internet didn’t seem to favor their relationship. She lost her connection.

This time, no matter what Jian Jixing said, it wouldn’t work! Let her suffer through her rut!

…

Jian Jixing just arrived home. She tossed her keys on the console and, before she could sit down, a notification popped up.

【Reminder: Chu Wu’s Academic Livestream is this Saturday at 8:00 PM. Remember to confirm the Q&A process.】

How could I forget? Jian Jixing pinched the bridge of her nose. The reason she had set this reminder was because of Sheng Ruxi.

Chu Wu was dedicated to research abroad and was now the youngest professor in Environmental Science with her own lab. Although she was an Alpha, she was gentle and polite, lacking aggression, and had a massive fan base online.

Many netizens knew Chu Wu’s other identity—the “White Moonlight” that neither the great Director Jian nor the Film Queen Sheng could catch in their youth.

Every time Chu Wu had a livestream, Sheng Ruxi and Jian Jixing never missed it. Any opportunity to interact with Chu Wu was something they had to fight over. This time was slightly different; Jian Jixing had already made an appointment with Chu Wu to be the “enthusiastic viewer.”

The condition was that Chu Wu asked her not to get into another fight with Sheng Ruxi or start a gifting war to show off their wealth.

Having just fought with Sheng Ruxi, Jian Jixing suddenly thought of the “Pea Princess’s” final expression—looking as if she were about to break. She curled her lips silently. The tasseled lamp by the bed cast mottled shadows, and the sheets were soft against the skin. Jian Jixing realized Sheng Ruxi’s taste was indeed excellent.

Given Sheng Ruxi’s extravagant habits—everything had to be top-tier luxury—the money Chu Wu made at the research institute, no matter how high the salary, couldn’t support her. Not to mention Sheng Ruxi’s endless, chirping energy; even if she divorced and went to find Chu Wu, could she handle being alone every day? With no one to even appreciate her acting, she’d probably come back to bicker with her out of boredom.

Thinking of this, Jian Jixing seemed to envision Sheng Ruxi’s aggressive, arrogant streak, and the sweet way she called her “wife” while ordering her around from the van.

Truly a fox, Jian Jixing thought, and this time she laughed out loud.

She opened their chat only to realize Sheng Ruxi had tried to reach her half an hour ago.

【”Little Green Bean” nudged you. Please check your network and try again.】 【”Little Green Bean” nudged you. Please check your network and try again.】

After she picked up the phone, two more identical notifications appeared. Jian Jixing couldn’t take it anymore and sent back a question mark.

This was Sheng Ruxi’s signal for a truce, but it was a bit much. Surely she couldn’t be stupid enough to not realize this was a “nudge” she had set up herself?

After she sent the question mark, there was no reply.

Jian Jixing took a deep breath, feeling a headache coming on. This “ancestor” was likely still fuming. She walked into the walk-in closet. Although they rarely lived here, Sheng Ruxi’s exquisite dresses occupied 70% of the space, waiting for the princess’s favor at any time.

Jian Jixing could smell the residual scent of Sheng Ruxi’s pheromones on the clothes, carrying a warmth as if from her body temperature.

Jian Jixing’s breathing stayed calm. She closed her eyes and reached out.

Her fingertips didn’t touch the fabric; she maintained a gap of one centimeter, slowly moving her hand inch by inch. From the open square collars to the blooming skirts, the exquisite diamond decorations and delicate silk threads, the tight waistlines, and the full, cool white curves—all the fragile places were revealed one by one in the measurement of her palm.

She felt the dresses as if she were truly touching Sheng Ruxi.

If Sheng Ruxi saw this, she would surely mock her forever. But Jian Jixing couldn’t care about that right now. After temporarily marking Sheng Ruxi, her pheromones were fluctuating wildly, and her rut was coming soon.

In fact, her scent gland was throbbing; her pheromones were about to burst forth. It was especially unbearable at night; primal instincts were about night hunting, preparing to capture prey.

Sheng Ruxi was unwilling to let her mark her, and Jian Jixing wouldn’t force her, so she could only use her own way to soothe herself.

After calming down slightly, her phone vibrated. Chu Wu’s video call was coming through.