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Jian Jixing was at the peak of her game. The night she won the Top Emerging International Director award, she was radiant under the spotlights. Coincidentally, Sheng Ruxi won yet another Oscar (Little Golden Man) that same night. They took the stage one after the other, and the way they both fastidiously wiped the microphone before speaking perfectly illustrated their mutual disdain.
The entire internet knew they had once pursued the same “White Moonlight.” They had been love rivals for years—like fire and water. Nobody knew they were married. Nobody knew they were required to share a bed twice a month.
And even fewer people knew that backstage, Jian Jixing would gently hold Sheng Ruxi’s slender stiletto heel as it rested on her knee. Looking up with a smirk, Jian Jixing would catch the sweet scent in the air, her gaze lingering on the Omega’s softest spots. “Sheng Ruxi,” Jian Jixing whispered, her voice low with an unconscious hint of coaxing amidst her sneer. “The only time your mouth is ever soft is when you’re begging me to mark you.”
After presenting as an Alpha in her third year of middle school, Jian Jixing developed a strange condition: she couldn’t tolerate any Omega pheromones. One whiff made her want to vomit. For years, Sheng Ruxi mocked her for being “incompetent.”
Until the night Sheng Ruxi’s heat arrived early. She accidentally stumbled into Jian Jixing’s room, ready to snap at her, only to suddenly catch the scent of Jian Jixing’s pheromones. The legs she intended to use to walk away turned to jelly. The next day, her voice was hoarse. Jian Jixing tilted her head slowly and looked at her: “Still want to call me incompetent?”
Years later, the “White Moonlight” finally returned to the country. At a class reunion, Jian Jixing and Sheng Ruxi sat on either side of her. Jian Jixing sneered; Sheng Ruxi huffed. Their former classmates watched in horror as the tension grew so thick that Sheng Ruxi’s pheromones began to leak out in anger, forcing her to leave the room. Jian Jixing immediately chased after her.
Fearing a fistfight, the old classmates followed them out, only to be frozen in shock: The famously arrogant Director Jian was blushing, nuzzling her nose affectionately against Sheng Ruxi’s scent gland. “Just one bite, okay? Please, wifey…” “That’s what you said in bed last night,” the irritated Omega pushed her away, her face flushed. “Not even half a bite!”
Classmates: …Wait, so you guys aren’t fighting? You’re “fighting” in bed?
