After Entering A Marriage of Convenience With My Omega Rival - Chapter 3

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

The next morning, while washing up, Jian Jixing stared at the deep teeth marks near her scent gland. She wondered if Sheng Ruxi was actually a dog in her past life. She bites so hard.

Jian Jixing didn’t change her clothes in the room, afraid of waking the “Young Miss.” Sheng Ruxi was not only a sensitive sleeper but also had a legendary case of morning grumpiness—something her family had warned Jian Jixing about multiple times when they got their marriage license.

Actually, Jian Jixing already knew. As the little princess of the Sheng family, Sheng Ruxi had been pampered since childhood, getting whatever she wanted. If she hadn’t refused a grand wedding herself, their marriage would have been public knowledge long ago.

Jian Jixing lived a rougher life. She often filmed in the wild; she couldn’t afford to be that delicate. This villa was a wedding gift from their families, but Jian Jixing spent most of the year filming away from home. So did Sheng Ruxi. In the two months they had been married, they had only stayed here twice.

The first time Sheng Ruxi returned, she was full of disdain. The moment her backside touched the sheets, she let out a “tsk.” The sheets were brand new, so Jian Jixing figured Sheng Ruxi wasn’t looking down on the fabric—she was looking down on her.

Still, Jian Jixing had changed them.

Two days ago, during Sheng Ruxi’s heat, Jian Jixing had rushed back despite saying she was busy on set. She arrived exhausted from traveling, only to be kicked out of bed by a frustrated Sheng Ruxi, who claimed the heat was delayed and hadn’t started yet.

Jian Jixing endured it and went to the guest room. But in the middle of the night, she was shaken awake. She turned over, nearly having a heart attack from the fright.

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

Not just a Young Miss, but the Princess and the Pea.

Jian Jixing had been fuming, but the next day, she had someone change everything anyway. She supposed Sheng Ruxi was satisfied with last night’s arrangements—or perhaps she was just too exhausted from the “toss and turn” to complain.

When Jian Jixing pulled off her shirt and saw the red scratch marks on her back, she was speechless. Not a dog. A fox. Clawing away without trimming her nails.

But a sharp tongue deserves a lesson. Jian Jixing thought of something, chuckled quietly to herself, and pushed the door open to leave.

…

Having a rare day off, she wanted to relax by taking the motorcycle out for a few laps. Her friend Gu Shengcheng ran into her and asked, “Why are you out here instead of staying home with your wife on a holiday?”

Jian Jixing: “Can you ever say anything useful?” Gu Shengcheng: “…You really have the mouth of a Living Yama.”

Jian Jixing didn’t care. No matter how bad her attitude was, it couldn’t be worse than Sheng Ruxi’s. Thinking of the scratches on her back, she felt her time spent listening to Gu Shengcheng’s nagging wasn’t a total waste.

They were on a new suburban road—smooth asphalt and few cars. Gu Shengcheng noticed something was off. “Why are you riding so slowly today?”

Usually, Jian Jixing rode like she had a death wish, but today she was staying under 100 km/h. On a bike, 100 km/h is already chasing the wind, but Jian Jixing usually preferred to outrun the wind and leave everything behind.

Jian Jixing slowed down and gave her a lazy look. “I don’t feel like distributing my estate just yet.” Gu Shengcheng: “…You two are truly a disaster together.”

After riding for a bit, Gu Shengcheng received a work call. Her team said the director for today’s commercial shoot had suddenly quit. The ad was urgent. Gu Shengcheng stopped her bike and tried to hop onto the back of Jian Jixing’s, but Jian Jixing blocked her with an arm.

“Come help me out. We need someone to direct this commercial,” Gu Shengcheng said. “Fine, I won’t sit on your back seat! 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 she was a rival, once they were on the same household register, Jian Jixing would protect her.

“Whatever,” Gu Shengcheng muttered. “Nobody can beat your mouth anyway.” Not necessarily, Jian Jixing thought, as Sheng Ruxi’s face floated into her mind.

She was a film director; she had no interest in shooting a small commercial. But Gu Shengcheng had already prepared her pitch: “Not going? You have nothing else to do. Aren’t you looking for inspiration for your new film? Go see if the lead actress is your muse. Inspiration might just strike.”

God help me. If Jian Jixing had known the lead actress was Sheng Ruxi, she wouldn’t have come even if someone killed her.

…

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 latest award. She didn’t care who the director was—with her face, the result couldn’t be bad. But seeing Jian Jixing made her irritable.

Her waist was still aching. When she got up, she had seen the red marks Jian Jixing left behind. This person was truly petty; last night, because Sheng Ruxi had pinched Jian Jixing’s waist, she had retaliated in full.

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

But that didn’t mean Jian Jixing could bite her like that! That dog! Not just a dog, but a person who leaves hickeys.

Luckily, today’s shoot focused on her legs. The scene involved her sitting by a bathtub applying scrub to her legs. When she stepped onto the set and her eyes met Jian Jixing’s behind the camera, she sat down and lazily hooked her foot up.

The slit in her skirt slid down her knee, revealing a blindingly white expanse of skin reaching near her hip. Sheng Ruxi acted as if it were nothing, but two staff members rushed over to adjust the hem. They pinned a hidden clasp inside to ensure she wouldn’t be overexposed while still showing off her flawless legs.

Another staff member, a female Alpha, was busily applying moisturizer to Sheng Ruxi’s legs. She was very diligent. After the lotion absorbed, she quickly puffed on some shimmering powder. Sheng Ruxi’s legs were noble, perfect down to every single toe.

Usually, actresses did this to look perfect for the shot, but weren’t Sheng Ruxi’s legs already perfect? Jian Jixing frowned.

Under her intense gaze, the staff member’s hand trembled. As an Alpha, Jian Jixing’s presence today was exceptionally oppressive. “What’s the rush? It’s not enough. Re-apply it,” Sheng Ruxi glanced over. As she lifted her leg, another person’s palm moved to support it. Her thin-strapped slipper dangled from her toes, reminding Jian Jixing of last night’s high heels.

Sheng Ruxi kept complaining—the skirt was too high, then too skewed. She was never satisfied. Her assistant, Tuanzi, broke into a sweat. Please, let’s just finish and go…

Jian Jixing realized what was happening. Sheng Ruxi wasn’t being picky; she just didn’t like her.

Jian Jixing waited. When Sheng Ruxi asked to unpin the skirt for the third time, Jian Jixing walked over. She stood by the Alpha staff member and reached out to grasp Sheng Ruxi’s ankle herself.

The air turned heavy. The staff members didn’t dare say a word. “Is this how you chased away the previous director?” Jian Jixing asked calmly. She looked at the crew. “You’re all dismissed. I’ll do it.”

Jian Jixing’s grip on the ankle was light—they were in front of a camera, after all. This “Pea Princess” had skin so sensitive it would leave a red mark if she squeezed even a little.

Tuanzi’s heart was in her throat. They’re going to fight! But no one in the room dared to provoke Jian Jixing. Gu Shengcheng, however, looked like she was enjoying the show.

Sheng Ruxi didn’t move. Instead, she smiled. “Is Director Jian taking advantage of me?” “Only a fool would pass up an advantage,” Jian Jixing’s lips curved into a smirk. She reached up with her other hand, pinched the skirt, and snapped the clasp shut with a click.

The Movie Queen, who had been dissatisfied with everything moments ago, glared at her. Before she could speak, Jian Jixing pressed her thumb against Sheng Ruxi’s ankle—a warning not to push it. Sheng Ruxi choked on her words and whispered back, “You’re a bastard!”

She refused to lose an inch. But where was the loss? Jian Jixing hadn’t even touched her skin through the clothes while pinning the skirt. As for holding the ankle, she was just testing the leg’s height for the shot to check for wardrobe malfunctions.

“No need to insult yourself,” Jian Jixing leaned in, her voice audible only to the two of them. “My little green bean.”

Little green bean? Sheng Ruxi frowned, then realized the joke. There was a saying: A bastard and a green bean make a pair. (Meaning: Two people who deserve each other).

By the time she realized it, Jian Jixing was already back at the camera. “Ready to shoot.”

…

Once the camera rolled, Sheng Ruxi switched instantly into professional mode. Her legs were exposed, but her waist was covered—thankfully, the red marks wouldn’t be seen.

Both were professionals and finished the shoot quickly. It seemed neither wanted to stay a second longer. As Sheng Ruxi got into her business van to leave, the roar of a motorcycle startled her. Jian Jixing dismounted and stood by the van door.

“Jian Jixing, can’t you get a different vehicle?” Sheng Ruxi snapped. “It’s so loud. Now every time I hear a bike on the road, your face pops into my head.” “You like this one? I can give it to you when I’m bored of it,” Jian Jixing toyed with her keys. “We have plenty of cars at home. Maybe this one is better for delivering your dresses—it’s faster.”

Sheng Ruxi knew she was being mocked for making Jian Jixing late the day before. She hated the noise of motorcycles, but seeing Jian Jixing’s smug face, she forced a smile. “We’re family, why talk like outsiders?” she said. “It’s community property. Give them to me now.”

Jian Jixing dangled the key ring inside the car door, right in front of Sheng Ruxi’s face. —If you want it, come and get it yourself.

Sheng Ruxi sensed a trap but reached for them anyway. As her hand got close, Jian Jixing flicked the keys up and leaned her upper body into the van. Like a cat owner with a toy, she used her middle finger to gently press against Sheng Ruxi’s forehead, stopping her.

“I didn’t know you liked ‘taking’ so much,” Jian Jixing teased. She tilted her head, and the faint scent of cold woodsy incense wafted over, stifling Sheng Ruxi’s retort. As Jian Jixing leaned in, her collar opened slightly. Sheng Ruxi saw the purple teeth marks she had left.

“People in the same bed become the same kind of person. It’s because ‘he who touches pitch shall be defiled,'” Sheng Ruxi laughed through her anger, her voice soft and triumphant. “If I were by Wu-wu’s side, I wouldn’t be like this—mmgh!”

Jian Jixing used the cold metal of the motorcycle key to tilt Sheng Ruxi’s chin up. “I’m free on Friday and Saturday. Make sure your nights are free too,” Jian Jixing looked at her, her voice dropping. “Allow yourself to be ‘defiled’ by this bottle of ink a bit more.”