After Entering A Marriage of Convenience With My Omega Rival - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Even though she dislikes Jian Jixing, she is still seduced by her pheromones.

Does Jian Jixing have no shame?

The answer is: No.

Sheng Ruxi closed her eyes, even pouting her lips slightly, waiting to see if Jian Jixing would dare to kiss her.

It wasn’t as if they had never kissed before.

But it had only happened once—the very first time Sheng Ruxi accidentally stumbled into Jian Jixing’s room. She had been burning up with heat and had taken the initiative to kiss Jian Jixing.

At that time, Jian Jixing was also being pulled out of her rut for the first time; her reason had long since shattered, and she had returned the kiss even more fiercely.

Since then, when performing their “marital duties,” they both tacitly avoided such intimate kissing.

That was something lovers did, and they were not lovers. Sheng Ruxi was certain Jian Jixing wouldn’t do it.

She even provoked her: “Why aren’t you moving?”

It was a seductive gesture, yet she managed to make it look like a challenge.

Sheng Ruxi could be incredibly annoying, but no matter what expression she made, she was never repulsive.

At the moment when Sheng Ruxi’s guard was at its lowest, Jian Jixing reached out and easily snatched the phone away.

With one hand, she scooped Sheng Ruxi off her lap and set her aside, acting as if she hadn’t been the one under a spell just a moment ago.

Sheng Ruxi: “?”

She wanted to call Jian Jixing “incapable” again.

“Business first.” Jian Jixing pulled out her own phone and showed her the chat history. “Look for yourself.”

As her emotions settled, Jian Jixing’s pheromones became less aggressive, fading slightly.

Sheng Ruxi, somewhat distracted, glanced over. Indeed, her side showed only three sent messages.

Jian Jixing was right; she hadn’t lied.

But—

“What on earth is ‘Little Green Bean’?” Sheng Ruxi gritted her teeth, her spirit rallying as the ambiguous atmosphere instantly evaporated.

“A nickname. Isn’t it cute?” Jian Jixing replied fluently. “Take your phone out and compare.”

Sheng Ruxi suddenly remembered the contact name she had given Jian Jixing. Her rising anger vanished, and she quickly snatched her phone back, forcing a thin smile.

“No need.”

Vixen, she added mentally.

After a moment of silence, the pheromones in the back of the car began to dissipate.

Jian Jixing was calm, but Sheng Ruxi was the one who could no longer remain steady.

She pressed her legs together, her fingers twisting the hem of her skirt as she tried to calm her racing heart.

When she looked up again, she stared coldly at Jian Jixing, thinking to herself that she would never kiss this woman in her life.

She knew now it was a misunderstanding, but the timing had been too coincidental—happening right when she was furious and the signal was bad.

Jian Jixing seemed magnanimous: “I didn’t get your call, but you hung up on me once too. Let’s call it even.”

But then, her tone shifted.

“Also, Sheng Ruxi, aren’t you taking your anger out on the wrong person?”

“I didn’t provoke you, yet you talked about becoming a widow. I went out of my way to pick you up, and you still blame me for not explaining.”

Sheng Ruxi was left speechless. She didn’t want to argue anymore, but she felt incredibly stifled. Her body felt thirsty and damp; the humidity in the air seemed to seep into her, making her uncomfortable.

She had felt this way ever since she climbed off Jian Jixing.

Knowing when to quit, Sheng Ruxi took the offered olive branch. She narrowed her eyes and said with a beaming smile, “Thank you, wifey.”

It was a coquettish tone. She only thanked Jian Jixing for picking her up, omitting any mention of the trouble she had caused in her rage.

Jian Jixing knew this was the greatest concession she would get. Her expression softened, and she took a prepared coat, draping it over Sheng Ruxi’s bare shoulders.

“If you want to thank me, stop calling me those last two words.”

Sheng Ruxi: “…” I really can’t stand her.

…

On the way back, the two sat quietly at opposite ends of the car. Jian Jixing dropped Sheng Ruxi off at the hotel, where a pre-booked presidential suite awaited.

As she got out, Sheng Ruxi ordered Jian Jixing to grab the gift box from the front seat. Xia Lan, watching from the side, couldn’t hide her smile.

“You’ve already worn it once; why take it back? That’s not your usual style.” Jian Jixing recognized it immediately—it was the dress she had gifted her.

Sheng Ruxi was a flower in full bloom, adorned with countless luxuries. Jewels and couture were merely background noise to her. High-end pieces others begged for, she would discard after one wear.

Such an extravagant lifestyle was not something an ordinary family could afford.

Fortunately, Jian Jixing didn’t mind the money.

Sheng Ruxi smiled, intentionally using the title to annoy her: “It was a gift from my wife. I’ll hang it up at home to look at it more.”

As Xia Lan reached for it, Jian Jixing shook her head and carried it herself.

She looked up at Sheng Ruxi with feigned surprise: “I wonder who Best Actress Sheng’s ‘wife’ is? She must be very brave.”

Sheng Ruxi had finally softened, only for this “vixen” to make it clear she didn’t want the title.

Sheng Ruxi reached out to pinch Jian Jixing’s face, but Jian Jixing stepped back to dodge.

Jian Jixing, can’t you just speak normally for once?!

Sheng Ruxi stomped heavily on Jian Jixing’s shoe with her high heel and turned to leave in a huff.

The irritation in Jian Jixing’s heart finally vanished. The rain hadn’t stopped, but it no longer bothered her.

She followed after her.

Jian Jixing politely saw her to the door. Before leaving, she said, “Zhou Mei will pick you up tomorrow. Goodnight.”

Sheng Ruxi slammed the door shut. Two seconds later, she opened it again.

Jian Jixing hadn’t left yet and looked at her curiously.

“Can’t bear to let me go?”

“Hardly.” Sheng Ruxi’s face under the light was as delicate as jade. “I just wanted to remind you that this month’s ‘duties’ are already complete. There’s no need for us to meet again.”

“As you wish,” Jian Jixing met her gaze. “Goodnight, Sheng Ruxi.”

Sheng Ruxi closed the door. She didn’t go to the bathroom to remove her makeup immediately; instead, she sat on the sofa and let out a long breath.

She was still wearing Jian Jixing’s coat, which carried the scent of her pheromones.

Closing her eyes, she slowly took it off and draped it over her knees.

She thought she was going crazy.

She clearly didn’t like Jian Jixing, yet she was still seduced by those pheromones.

One second she was angry with her; the next…

She actually wanted to sleep with her.

…

The rain fell all night.

At 7:00 AM, it finally cleared.

Jian Jixing woke up early. She saw that Director Zhang had sent messages at 3:00 AM, sounding incredibly humble and stating that everything had been handled.

She listened to one voice note; the director sounded choked up. She didn’t bother listening to the rest.

Serves him right.

She didn’t even have to make a call herself. After she ignored two of his calls, he understood the gravity of the situation. He had rushed to clarify that the afternoon tea was a gift for the entire crew, not specifically for anyone.

That would have been enough, but fans soon noticed that Meng Zhao had been removed from the promotional posters of Director Zhang’s next project.

The trending topics shifted instantly. Everyone realized: Jian Jixing hadn’t bothered to respond because she didn’t think Meng Zhao was worth it. To think Meng Zhao could be Jian Jixing’s leading lady? Pure fantasy.

By chasing clout she shouldn’t have, she lost her resources for her next project.

Internet users who had joked about holding a “digital wedding” for Jian Jixing and Meng Zhao apologized and deleted their posts in droves.

The matter was settled. Meanwhile, fans were buzzing about the million-dollar couture Sheng Ruxi wore and her comment about wanting to play a “widow.”

Jian Jixing ordered those comments about the widow role to be suppressed—it annoyed her. However, she scrolled through the photos taken by fansites and saved several.

Technically, she didn’t need to respond further.

But she remembered Sheng Ruxi’s aggrieved look yesterday. If she didn’t get what she wanted, that “Little Green Bean” would start crying again, and Madam Yan wouldn’t let Jian Jixing hear the end of it.

She didn’t need to play games. She posted a simple line on Weibo:

[Jian Jixing V: New project unconfirmed. No such thing. Stop with the blind blessings.]

With everything handled, the “Little Ancestor” should be fully appeased. Jian Jixing checked the time; it was almost 8:00 AM.

She screenshopped her post and messaged Sheng Ruxi: [Satisfied?]

Sheng Ruxi replied instantly.

Little Green Bean: [Why are you waking me up? Don’t you know I need my beauty sleep?]

Replied instantly but still sleeping? Jian Jixing didn’t believe her. She replied leisurely: [Sorry. I thought you had a shoot and would be up early.]

Little Green Bean: [That’s in the AFTERNOON!!!!]

Jian Jixing could almost see Sheng Ruxi throwing a tantrum. She curled her lips into a smile and stopped replying.

A few minutes later, the phone buzzed again.

Little Green Bean: [Say something!]

Jian Jixing: [I thought you were asleep. What do you want to talk about?]

Little Green Bean: [I don’t want to talk to you anymore.]

Jian Jixing (understandingly): [Okay, sorry.]

Sheng Ruxi stared at those four words—complete with proper punctuation. The more she looked, the more she felt Jian Jixing was being sarcastic.

Great. Another morning ruined by anger.

She flipped her phone face down onto Jian Jixing’s coat. Soon after, the phone rang. Without looking, she answered.

Narrowing her eyes, she huffed, “Jian Jixing, I’m not forgiving you that easily. Don’t think this is over.”

There was a silence on the other end before a laugh broke through: “That child hasn’t cheered you up yet? Put her on.”

The voice belonged to Jian Jixing’s mother, Yan Yaojin.

“…Mom!” Sheng Ruxi jumped, her face flushing crimson. “No, it’s nothing like that…”

Sheng Ruxi panicked and immediately messaged Jian Jixing to come over. She knew Jian Jixing was staying in the same hotel.

Sheng Ruxi was spoiled but never arrogant. She was sweet-talked and beautiful; no one could stay mad at her. Yan Yaojin, having two Alpha daughters, had always wanted an Omega daughter, so she had loved Sheng Ruxi from the start.

“Rongrong went to apologize to you yesterday. Is she still in the doghouse?” Yan Yaojin’s tone was entirely on Sheng Ruxi’s side. “I specifically told her to pick you up last night. If she did a poor job, call her over, I’ll scold her.”

Coming from prominent families, they had to maintain etiquette and respect for their partners. Such scandals were frowned upon.

In front of their parents, they played the role of a devoted newlywed couple, far from their usual bickering.

Moreover, the elders were worried they had rushed into marriage and wanted them to cultivate their feelings.

Sheng Ruxi laughed: “Not at all! I’m just lazy. I ordered her to go squeeze the toothpaste for me.”

Then, she called out toward the door: “Xiao Jian, Mom is calling. Come here quickly.”

Yan Yaojin laughed: “You’re both up? Good. Rongrong mentioned your filming schedule is erratic; you need to take care of your health.”

“Is it convenient? I’ll turn on the video,” Yan Yaojin added with a knowing chuckle. “If not, I’ll hang up.”

“It’s convenient, Mom.” Sheng Ruxi blushed, instantly catching the implication.

The door opened silently. Jian Jixing, having casually brushed her hair, appeared in the doorway. She had a half-smile on her face, watching Sheng Ruxi perform.

Sheng Ruxi signaled for her to come over. Jian Jixing didn’t budge, her eyes asking— How far are you going to take this act?

You bastard. With the video call about to start, Sheng Ruxi had no choice but to rush over and practically throw herself into Jian Jixing’s arms.

Jian Jixing caught her by the waist to steady her.

The video connected. Seeing the couple snuggled together, Yan Yaojin looked even more satisfied.

Jian Jixing greeted: “Mom.”

“Did you explain things to Xixi yesterday? If you bully her, I’ll deal with you when you get back.”

Sheng Ruxi quickly grabbed Jian Jixing’s arm and leaned on her shoulder: “Mom, no. Our relationship is great. She wouldn’t dare bully me. Xiao Jian knew my schedule changed, so she came here specifically to see me.”

Sheng Ruxi looked down and smiled, letting her ears redden just the right amount.

Her voice was sweet enough to be sickly. She wanted to gross out Jian Jixing, but when she looked up, Jian Jixing looked perfectly at ease, even appearing to enjoy it.

The nerve of her.

Relieved, Yan Yaojin gave Jian Jixing a few more instructions before telling Sheng Ruxi that next Wednesday was Jian Jixing’s younger sister’s birthday and invited them home for dinner.

Jian Jixing remained neutral, deferring to Sheng Ruxi.

They had been married for over two months and rarely visited home. Sheng Ruxi checked her schedule and agreed.

Once the call ended, Sheng Ruxi tried to pull away, but Jian Jixing’s hand remained firm on her waist.

“As expected of a double Best Actress. You act so well in front of the elders; your ‘false affection’ is almost indistinguishable from the real thing.”

Jian Jixing chuckled, pausing before asking: “Aren’t you afraid we might actually make the act real?”