After Entering A Marriage of Convenience With My Omega Rival - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: One Wrong Move, and You’ll Fall into the Trap Named Jian Jixing.

In the dimness, Jian Jixing knew exactly what Sheng Ruxi was doing.

Sheng Ruxi had originally reached out to hook her arms around Jian Jixing’s neck. Thinking Sheng Ruxi was making a move to strike again, Jian Jixing caught her wrists and pinned them above her head, refusing to let her resist.

She leaned down and bit Sheng Ruxi’s lip—only for an instant before letting go. Then, her tongue swept over them again, more gently this time. This time, Sheng Ruxi didn’t struggle as much.

In a very short period, she and Sheng Ruxi had engaged in frequent physical contact, allowing Jian Jixing to master some of Sheng Ruxi’s bodily signals.

Her soft whimpers and signs of pleasure—Jian Jixing could now distinguish whether they were a genuine rejection or a bashful inability to speak.

“Still want to talk?”

Jian Jixing lifted her head and gave a low laugh. “If you keep talking about snitching, I’ll keep treating you like this.”

Sheng Ruxi couldn’t find her voice, letting out two small, muffled whimpers.

Her hands were pinned, her legs were pressed down; she knew she was in a very dangerous position right now.

One wrong move, and she would fall into the trap named Jian Jixing.

For a moment, she was actually a bit afraid—afraid of losing herself in this.

Those stray thoughts that had risen during her call with Yan Fuzheng formally surfaced, enveloping her densely. They were just like Jian Jixing’s body: overbearing, powerful, and utterly unreasonable in the dark of night.

Jian Jixing didn’t say another word.

One kiss in exchange for a quiet Sheng Ruxi, bypassing all those “bedtime activities.” She was very satisfied.

However, she didn’t know why Sheng Ruxi was being so obedient today.

She had only resisted when bitten; afterward, she had parted her lips slightly to welcome her in. She didn’t even struggle with her legs or try to kick her.

Jian Jixing had originally only intended to bite her once so she would go to sleep early. But as the kiss deepened, she felt it wasn’t nearly enough.

Tonight was special.

Sheng Ruxi had caught a glimpse of her inner thoughts. Jian Jixing had expected Sheng Ruxi to mock her, so she had faced her with a fully cynical posture.

If Sheng Ruxi wanted to scold her or hit her, Jian Jixing could have taken it with a smile. But Sheng Ruxi had actually told her not to be sad, even if the comfort was ridiculously clumsy.

Though Sheng Ruxi had eventually gotten annoyed, Jian Jixing still remembered how she had naively bared her neck for her to sniff.

She was so naive—so naive that Jian Jixing felt bullying her was a genuine pleasure.

Sheng Ruxi truly stopped talking.

Jian Jixing loosened her grip slightly and propped up her upper body, looking down at Sheng Ruxi under the moonlight.

The gauzy moonlight wound over her exquisite body. The form-fitting nightgown followed her curves, somewhat wrinkled and dipped in places, leaving only those two soft, rolling white clouds flowing like water droplets.

Jian Jixing caught her breath. She had admitted more than once how much Sheng Ruxi’s body attracted her.

After a moment of silence, Sheng Ruxi finally moved. She opened her eyes, her voice trembling slightly: “What do you mean by this?”

A kiss with no follow-up? What do you mean?

Jian Jixing’s smile was ambiguous, as was her lack of action. This frustrated Sheng Ruxi, making her feel that Jian Jixing was using this kiss to toy with her again.

If it weren’t for the unvented fire surging through her body after being teased, Sheng Ruxi wouldn’t have been this accommodating.

“I’m letting you sleep well. This should be enough,” Jian Jixing said in a low voice, her teasing smile gone.

This was her home, a strange environment for Sheng Ruxi. Jian Jixing was afraid she wouldn’t be used to it, and she also felt like she was taking advantage of the situation.

Vaguely, she also didn’t want Sheng Ruxi to kiss her or go to bed with her just because of some “rebound” emotion.

All the force pinning Sheng Ruxi disappeared in an instant.

But the fire in Sheng Ruxi’s body hadn’t been quelled at all. She was momentarily dazed—aside from the possibility that Jian Jixing truly viewed this as a “task,” she couldn’t imagine how she could stop right when the arrow was on the string.

Sheng Ruxi breathed heavily. With almost every breath, she felt a certain trickle sliding down uncontrollably.

Frustration mixed with desire. At the sight of Jian Jixing’s considerate act of gently tucking her in, it exploded.

Click!

Sheng Ruxi turned on the light for the first time.

“You provoked me, and then you just tell me to go to sleep?”

She was aggressive, sitting directly on top of her. Aside from Jian Jixing’s startled expression, she heard an ambiguous grunt of surprise.

Jian Jixing was truly shocked. Because of the posture, her gaze was fixed on Sheng Ruxi.

In the past, Sheng Ruxi hated having the lights on.

But now she had turned them on herself. Because of the intense, lingering kiss just now, her lips were moist and her nightgown strap had slipped down halfway, barely holding onto those two mounds.

She truly looked like spilled, warm milk. Silky, delicious, and sweet.

Jian Jixing thought inappropriately.

Her heart skipped a beat. She reached out to steady Sheng Ruxi’s bent legs, her tone carrying a hint of indulgence: “Sheng Ruxi, what do you want?”

Actually, she didn’t need to ask in detail.

Because Sheng Ruxi was sitting on her lower abdomen. Through the thin, nearly soaked fabric, Jian Jixing felt it very clearly.

Sheng Ruxi pursed her lips and said nothing. Jian Jixing’s hand moved slowly from her knees to her waist, steadying and pressing down.

Only then did Sheng Ruxi grit her teeth, her words squeezed out with forced stability: “Jian Jixing, actually sleep with me.”

Click.

With a soft sound, Jian Jixing turned the light off again. Darkness rushed back in.

She didn’t speak another word. She held Sheng Ruxi’s waist firmly with one hand while the other removed all obstacles—direct and immediate.

“Sheng Ruxi,” she heard Jian Jixing whisper in her ear, “I hope your mouth can stay this soft in the future.”

…

The next day, Jian Jixing still woke up early. When she went downstairs for breakfast, the whole family was there. Yan Yaojin looked at the empty seat beside her with a knowing smile.

Yan Huaixi asked, “Why didn’t you call Sister-in-law down?”

Though she had caused trouble last night, Yan Huaixi was forgetful; she was fine today and as affectionate as ever toward her sister and sister-in-law.

Yue Ai smiled and said, “Don’t bother her. Eat your food and don’t ask about your sister-in-law.”

Yan Huaixi wanted to say more, but Jian Jixing silently put down the knife she had used to cut her bread. The young girl immediately shut up.

Even without pheromones, as long as Jian Jixing’s expression grew slightly cold, Yan Huaixi would feel afraid—it was something practically etched into her genes.

“She’s tired from filming; she needs enough sleep during her time off,” Jian Jixing explained casually. “Keep your voice down.”

The latter part was directed at Yan Huaixi, fearing her noisy playing around the house.

Yan Yaojin laughed: “Of course. This is her own home; she can sleep as long as she wants. Take some food up later to check on her. If she’s awake, let her have a snack, then Auntie Lin can make something hot when she comes down.”

She was happy to see the two getting along. Her only fear was them not nurturing their relationship.

Jian Jixing nodded in agreement. After breakfast, Yue Ai had to leave, and Yan Huaixi followed her out.

Yan Yaojin then asked, “Does your body feel any better now? You and Xixi have been married for almost three months.”

Jian Jixing didn’t actually feel much change, but she nodded anyway: “A bit better.”

“You should go back to the doctor for a follow-up. Next time, you can go with Xixi,” Yan Yaojin suggested. “This isn’t an incurable disease…”

“Mom, don’t worry about this anymore, I know,” Jian Jixing interrupted suddenly. “Ruxi is very busy.”

“It’s not just your body. The other side mentioned that Xixi also needs regular check-ups. Her family said she has a dependency on suppressants and needs to quit. She seems okay to me?”

Jian Jixing fell silent for a moment before saying, “I’ll take her to see someone when the time comes.”

Reminded by her mother, Jian Jixing recalled Sheng Ruxi’s unusual behavior over the past two days. It did look a bit like withdrawal symptoms from suppressant addiction.

As she went upstairs, Yan Yaojin added earnestly: “Even though you’re newlyweds, don’t be too… unrestrained. Xixi is a big star, how is she supposed to go on camera if you leave marks?”

Jian Jixing: “…”

Mom. It really wasn’t your daughter who started it, believe me.

When Jian Jixing returned to the room to get her laptop, she found Sheng Ruxi had wrapped her entire head in the quilt.

The window was half-open, as were the curtains. A soft breeze and sunlight drifted in together, like a beam of light falling into a deep ravine.

The position was perfect.

If Sheng Ruxi hadn’t been wrapped in the quilt, that beam of light would have fallen exactly on her eyes.

Her eyelids were thin and white; they would look almost transparent in the sunlight.

Her eyelashes would cast long, delicate shadows.

Jian Jixing could imagine these images. She stared for a while, called Sheng Ruxi’s name, but the person on the bed didn’t move, lying there limply.

She must have woken up once in the middle of it all, but was unwilling to get up. Jian Jixing’s gaze lingered before she finally went to pull the curtains shut.

She tugged the quilt to cover the marks on Sheng Ruxi’s body while exposing her face.

“Aren’t you afraid of suffocating yourself?” Jian Jixing found it amusing. She muttered to herself, grabbed her laptop, and headed out.

Two seconds after leaving, she quietly crept back in, turned the air conditioning down two degrees, and then left.

It was getting hot out; she was afraid this Ancestor would wake up drenched in sweat and start complaining about everything again.

…

Sheng Ruxi slept for a long time, not waking up until 3:30 PM.

This sleep had truly been too long.

When she opened her eyes, she was still a bit dazed. She felt her body was still “wet,” hot, and damp. Looking closer, she was wrapped in the quilt, which—along with the room—was filled with enough pheromones from Jian Jixing.

It was likely these intimate pheromones that had allowed her to sleep so long.

Blame Jian Jixing!

Also, the tossing and turning last night had been too intense, leaving her with no energy. Sheng Ruxi threw off the quilt but suddenly felt a chill. Where had the warmth gone? She looked down and hissed through her teeth. Red marks are one thing, but how are there bruises?

Blame Jian Jixing for that too!

Sheng Ruxi rolled up the quilt, pretending it was Jian Jixing, and gave it a few “thump-thump-thump” punches to vent her anger.

The wind moved the curtains, and the daylight outside filtered in flickeringly. Sheng Ruxi squinted.

The fragrance of flowers and the steady scent of trees were mixed in the air, making it feel like summer was within reach. Sheng Ruxi opened her fingers, placing them before her eyes, and slowly observed this place that was no longer unfamiliar through the gaps.

She moved her gaze. She saw the sun, the leaves, and Jian Jixing’s bookshelf.

Moving again: the sofa, the carpet, the not-so-luxurious walk-in closet—everything was decorated in a style so simple it was almost blank.

She whispered to herself: “What a boring person.”

She moved her gaze again, and Jian Jixing appeared.

Sheng Ruxi pulled her hand back as if burned.

The door opened. Jian Jixing leaned against the doorframe, her tone half-smiling: “Finally decided to wake up?”

“When did you get here?” Sheng Ruxi didn’t know why she was panicking. She had felt cold a moment ago, but now she felt hot.

Jian Jixing: “Right when you were commenting on how boring I am.”

“…” Sheng Ruxi suddenly felt her stomach was a bit uncomfortable. She didn’t know if it was from being countered by Jian Jixing or if she just wanted to escape. She turned her face away, but then felt that wasn’t like her.

Neither of them mentioned last night, so Sheng Ruxi wouldn’t either. She had been the proactive one last night; now that she was awake, she suddenly felt very embarrassed.

But didn’t Jian Jixing enjoy it too?

“I’m hungry.” Thinking this way, Sheng Ruxi became bold and beckoned her over.

Jian Jixing asked curiously: “Starting this early?”

“I mean my stomach is hungry!” Sheng Ruxi finally couldn’t help pointing at the marks on her neck and chest. “Look for yourself! Are you even human!”

“Sorry, I’m ‘boring’; I don’t do flashy things,” Jian Jixing mocked. She walked in and closed the door, pulling out a tray from somewhere with several snacks—both Chinese and Western—that could be eaten easily.

It turned out to be a hidden compartment in the wall that could keep things warm and deliver items.

Sheng Ruxi held her breath. Her eyes caught a piece of osmanthus cake, but since she hadn’t brushed her teeth or gotten out of bed, she couldn’t eat a bite. She was annoyed by Jian Jixing again.

“I’m not hungry anymore,” she said stiffly.

“What did you promise me last night?”

Seeing the momentary blank look on Sheng Ruxi’s face, Jian Jixing gave a cold smile: “Noble people have short memories.”

She casually picked up the osmanthus cake and put it down again.

Sheng Ruxi was very bad at hiding things; a single look was enough for Jian Jixing to guess her thoughts.

“You promised me last night that in the future, your words would match your heart.” Jian Jixing was truly wicked; even if Sheng Ruxi didn’t remember, she was going to make her remember on purpose.

She spoke word by word, clearly:

Jian Jixing leaned down slightly, getting close to Sheng Ruxi: “Do I really have to use my mouth for you to behave?”