After leaving scumbag A, I Found a Happy Ending with a Flirtatious Beauty - Chapter 89

Lu Zhiyuan squirmed slightly, seemingly embarrassed by the position. “Baby, don’t you’re still pregnant.”

Perhaps due to her upbringing, Lu Zhiyuan disliked the feeling of being controlled. But the little fox was her beloved Omega, so while she didn’t feel strong resistance, she still wasn’t entirely comfortable.

“What’s the big deal? Right now, I’m on top.” Shen Qiaoyi sat on her lap, leaning down to gently caress her face, gazing deeply into her eyes before slowly unbuttoning her pajamas.

Lu Zhiyuan flustered grabbed her hand. “Baby, look it’s almost dawn. Let’s just go back to sleep.”

“But I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, all I can think about is salted duck eggs. I really want some.” Shen Qiaoyi made a move to get off the bed. “I’m going to the kitchen to find some.”

Before she could even turn her head, Lu Zhiyuan wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back. Shen Qiaoyi melted bonelessly into her embrace, blinking innocently. “Why’d you stop me?”

Lu Zhiyuan held her waist, her voice soft and her ears red. “Don’t go. I’ll let you stamp me.”

Fine, being on the bottom was on the bottom. As long as she stopped talking about salted duck eggs.

“You’re the one begging me to stamp you, remember?” Shen Qiaoyi pressed close to her ear, her breath warm as she trailed sticky kisses along her cheek and temple.

Lu Zhiyuan’s heart felt like it was being teased by a kitten. Being the bottom meant surrendering control something she wasn’t used to. Normally, she was the one in charge, the one who dictated the pace, giving her a sense of conquest and satisfaction.

Trying to reclaim the upper hand, Lu Zhiyuan cupped the little fox’s head and kissed her deeply, from her cheeks down to her neck. But just as she tried to flip them over, Shen Qiaoyi pinned her down firmly. “No moving. Stay put.”

Today, the little fox was being particularly stubborn. The moment Lu Zhiyuan showed even the slightest intention of taking charge, she’d whine about her “little rice cake” being jostled or bumped.

So Lu Zhiyuan didn’t dare move another inch.

Shen Qiaoyi tugged at her collar, nuzzling close to inhale deeply. “So sweet.”

“Yuanbao, I can smell your pheromones they’re so good.” She lifted her gaze, long lashes fluttering like feather tips, brushing against Lu Zhiyuan’s heart. “So sweet, I want a taste.”

Lu Zhiyuan lowered her eyes, watching the squirming little fox in her arms, then pushed her away slightly. “No! I’m not a salted duck egg. Mmm, don’t bite.”

But Lu Zhiyuan had underestimated a pregnant woman’s cravings. Once they fixated on something, they wouldn’t rest until they got it.

The moment Shen Qiaoyi caught a whiff of her inadvertently released pheromones, even salted duck eggs lost their appeal. There was no way she’d let her go now.

Pushing Lu Zhiyuan’s pajamas up, Shen Qiaoyi let her soft hands glide slowly upward, stopping over her heart. “Yuanbao, I’m going to stamp you now.”

A shiver-inducing whimper slipped into Lu Zhiyuan’s ear before she could react, and the little fox’s fingertip pressed down hard, leaving its mark.

Lu Zhiyuan exhaled in short breaths, struggling to steady her uncontrollable reactions. “Baby, are you done stamping?”

“What’s wrong? You clearly like it.” Shen Qiaoyi watched Lu Zhiyuan’s nearly crumbling expression with amusement, pressing another seal and grinding it deeper. “See? It loves being stamped, so much that it’s standing up.”

Lu Zhiyuan clenched her jaw, her breathing ragged as if drowning.

That look stubborn yet pitiful.

And adorably flustered.

A far cry from her usual sharp, aloof, shrewd, and iron-fisted demeanor at work.

A tiny swell of pride rose in Shen Qiaoyi. No one had ever seen Lu Zhiyuan like this, only her. She possessed every facet of Lu Zhiyuan, had witnessed all her vulnerabilities.

This pride made her cling even more obsessively. She arched up to kiss Lu Zhiyuan’s lower lip. “I’ll stamp you with my mouth too.”

Then she captured it, sucking and teasing until she felt the texture harden further, the scent of white sandalwood thickening.

“Baby! ah!” Lu Zhiyuan trembled uncontrollably, horrified by her own hoarse, strained moan, wishing she could vanish.

The white sandalwood in the air grew heavier.

But its source seemed to lie elsewhere now.

Shen Qiaoyi released the abused spot, chasing the scent’s origin.

Lu Zhiyuan tried to retract the pheromones from her glands, but failed repeatedly. By the time she attempted to retreat, the little fox’s lips had already pursued her.

Pressing against Shen Qiaoyi’s shoulders to push her away, Lu Zhiyuan held back afraid of hurting her, afraid of hurting their “little rice cake.”

Shen Qiaoyi squirmed free, cradling her belly with a theatrical whimper. “You bumped little rice cake.”

This trump card left Lu Zhiyuan helpless. She collapsed back, eyes shutting in despair.

The little fox was driving her mad.

Shen Qiaoyi chuckled softly. Controlling an Alpha felt exhilarating every tiny move reducing this proud, icy woman to shambles.

She lowered her head, lips sealing over the Alpha’s breeding gland, murmuring, “This needs a stamp too.”

“Baby!” Lu Zhiyuan’s chest heaved violently, her lungs seemingly paralyzed.

The little fox’s tongue found the central point where it could intertwine with an Omega’s gland, applying delicate pressure.

Lu Zhiyuan bit down, her voice fracturing. “Baby, stop!”

Her neck and ears burned crimson, humiliation and desire warring as she surrendered, eyes clenched shut.

Overwhelmed, her senses drowned, Lu Zhiyuan went limp.

Shen Qiaoyi nestled into her arms triumphantly, tilting up to nuzzle her throat. “I promised a hundred stamps. The remaining ninety-eight can wait.”

Lu Zhiyuan wrapped her arms tightly around her wife, nuzzling her neck with resigned affection. “Little minx, you stole my role as the top.”

Shen Qiaoyi grinned victoriously, sealing their lips. “Who says tops have to be Alphas? Omegas can dominate too, right?”

Speechless, Lu Zhiyuan paused before smiling. She kissed the fox’s cool eyelids, pulling her closer.

Shen Qiaoyi nestled in her arms, looking up with a seductive smile: “So, are you still obsessing over whether Little Rice Cake will differentiate into an Alpha or Omega?”

Lu Zhiyuan shook her head, gently moving her hand to rest on Shen Qiaoyi’s belly with a tender caress: “No matter what Little Rice Cake becomes in the future, I’ll love her all the same.”

Whether their Little Rice Cake grew up to be an Alpha or Omega, she would shower her with all the patience and love she had, nurturing and accompanying her every step of the way.

Little Rice Cake would one day snuggle in her arms, gazing up with beautiful big eyes, calling out “Mama” in that adorable baby voice.

Just like the younger version of herself, finally receiving the familial warmth she’d always yearned for.

Grandma Luo was up before five, meticulously picking through sesame seeds before grinding them into powder, then mixing in two spoonful’s of honey to make sesame paste for Shen Qiaoyi.

Since the pregnancy, Grandma Luo had become increasingly careful with Shen Qiaoyi’s diet, insisting on preparing everything personally.

Feeling guilty, Shen Qiaoyi said: “Grandma, you should rest more at your age. Please don’t get up so early to cook for me. I don’t want you exhausting yourself.”

But Grandma Luo found joy in it, treating the unborn Little Rice Cake as her own grandchild: “What exhaustion? When I used to sell pancakes, I’d get up at two in the morning! Now eat up, every bite you take means more nourishment for Little Rice Cake.”

With a grateful smile, Shen Qiaoyi took a spoonful of the sesame paste. Her eyes flickered to the empty seat beside her Lu Zhiyuan had slipped away unnoticed.

Just as she lifted her head to look around, a slender hand appeared before her, holding a peeled salted duck egg.

Shen Qiaoyi blinked in surprise, following the arm up to meet Lu Zhiyuan’s smiling eyes.

Lu Zhiyuan’s expression softened with endless tenderness: “Why the stunned look? Didn’t you want salted duck egg? Here, have some.”

The rich, savory yolk melted on her tongue. While her heart swam in sweetness, Shen Qiaoyi couldn’t resist teasing: “Oh? Not worried Little Rice Cake might become an Omega now?”

Lu Zhiyuan nearly laughed at her antics, helplessly pinching her cheek: “Salted eggs are preserved food too much isn’t healthy. Just enough to satisfy the craving.”

Shen Qiaoyi pecked her lips: “Yuanbao, I knew you’d give in.”

Meng Ziyan happened upon the scene while dragging her suitcase downstairs, teasing: “Yiyi, how ever did you convince Yuanbao?”

Inwardly, Shen Qiaoyi retorted: “By ‘convincing’ her from the top position, of course.”

But experience had taught her never to provoke Lu Zhiyuan, the consequences were always severe.

Before Shen Qiaoyi could respond, Lu Zhiyuan stood abruptly: “Mom, why the suitcase? Are you going somewhere?”

Meng Ziyan’s lips pressed together, guilt flashing in her eyes: “The hospital contacted me they can schedule my procedure these next few days. So I thought, I’d return to M Country.”

Her voice trailed off. After a pause, Madam Du interjected: “Yuanbao, we’ll be back before your wedding.”

Lu Zhiyuan nodded, understanding all the silent suffering Meng Ziyan had endured for her sake. But she was even more aware of the irretrievable rift between their two mothers.

From childhood, Lu Zhiyuan’s only wish had been to have a home, a complete family.

But if this home were to become a cage trapping Meng Ziyan.

Then she would rather not have it at all!

She walked over and hugged Meng Ziyan tightly, gently patting her back before whispering, “Mommy, Yiyi and I will be waiting for you to officiate our wedding.”

Meng Ziyan responded with a nasal “Mm,” her eyes red-rimmed as she stepped through the doorway. Madame Dusang followed slowly behind her, sometimes accidentally falling too far behind before consciously closing the distance yet always carefully maintaining a certain space between them.

Grandma Luo watched their retreating figures, her laughter suddenly giving way to tears.

Outside, the breeze carried a faint sweetness through the air.

Shen Qiaoyi gradually approached Grandma Luo and embraced her petite frame. “Grandma, you always said that after bitter days come sweet ones. We should be happy now.”

Wiping her eyes with her apron, Grandma Luo smiled through her tears. “I sent A-Yan from here to the Lu family all those years ago. Those were truly bitter times. This is the first time. I’ve smelled sweetness.”

She sniffed the air and looked up. “Yiyi, do you smell it too?”

Shen Qiaoyi caressed her belly with a tender smile. “I do. Little New Year Cake smells it too, she’s sleeping so peacefully without bothering me at all.”

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. On a weekend morning, Shen Qiaoyi sat knitting tiny socks in the greenhouse, her unfinished projects resting in a basket beside her.

After knitting for a while, her neck began to ache. She stood up to stretch and noticed the loquat tree in the garden heavy with golden fruit. For some reason, an intense craving came over her.

Her first thought was of Lu Zhiyuan working in the study. As she approached the greenhouse being not far from the study she heard Xiao Taohua’s voice: “Sister Lu, this isn’t working. We’ve tried several times without success. Try sticking it on the window, my mother used to do that when she accidentally washed money.”

“It actually works! Taohua, you’re so clever.”

“Teacher always said truth comes from practice.”

Curious, Shen Qiaoyi pushed open the door to find the study in complete disarray, littered with torn rice paper. Several basins sat on the floor strangely, their water was red, with sheets of rice paper floating in the darkest one.

After surveying the scene, realization dawned. “Are you two dyeing paper?”

Lu Zhiyuan looked up in alarm. “Don’t come in! There’s cinnabar in here you mustn’t touch it.”

Shen Qiaoyi immediately retreated to the railing, craning her neck to peer inside. Lu Zhiyuan carefully washed her hands, removed her apron and coat, and only approached after ensuring no trace of cinnabar remained on her.

Bending down, she gently pressed against Shen Qiaoyi’s belly, her lips curving into a delighted smile. “Little New Year Cake, have you been bothering Mommy again? What are you craving this time?”

Ever since she became pregnant with Little Rice Cake, Shen Qiaoyi’s cravings had grown increasingly particular. She looked at Lu Zhiyuan with a conflicted expression: “Yuanbao, I want to eat the loquats from the yard.”

Lu Zhiyuan straightened up and pecked her lips with a smile: “Alright, I’ll pick some for you.”

As Lu Zhiyuan led her outside with an arm around her, Shen Qiaoyi couldn’t help glancing back: “Yuanbao, what were you doing with Taohua earlier?”

Lu Zhiyuan suppressed a smile: “Nothing much. Taohua had a school craft assignment, so I helped her with it.”

Shen Qiaoyi tilted her head, eyeing her suspiciously.

It was true that Lu Zhiyuan doted on Taohua, but lately she’d been working around the clock to make time for their wedding preparations. How did she have time to help with crafts?

Shen Qiaoyi was still lost in thought when Lu Zhiyuan had already climbed up the ladder to pick loquats. Ascending step by step, she smiled at the housekeeper steadying the ladder below: “Aunt Qin, pass me the hook.”

Watching nervously, Shen Qiaoyi clutched her chest and called out: “Yuanbao, come down! I don’t want them anymore.”

Lu Zhiyuan gave her an adorable smile before climbing two more rungs.

The fruits within reach were still unripe, while the mature ones hung high on the branches. As Lu Zhiyuan strained to climb higher, the ladder wobbled slightly.

Shen Qiaoyi’s heart skipped a beat, her voice trembling with unshed tears: “Yuanbao please come down. I don’t want them anymore.”

Seeing Lu Zhiyuan still determined to climb, she feigned stomach pain, bending over to kneel on the grass: “Yuanbao, it hurts.”

Only then did Lu Zhiyuan scramble down in panic. Before she could steady herself, she was nearly knocked over by a flying embrace. After a moment’s surprise, she opened her arms to firmly catch the little fox who’d thrown herself at her.

Shen Qiaoyi clung tightly to her neck, voice choked: “Yuanbao, you scared me to death. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so willful.”

Lu Zhiyuan kissed her forehead, murmuring reassurances: “It’s okay, it’s okay. Even if my baby wanted the moon from the sky, I’d get it for you.”

Shen Qiaoyi pouted: “You’ve spoiled me rotten.”

Used to her playful blame-shifting, Lu Zhiyuan simply smiled and placed a hand on her belly: “If Little Rice Cake doesn’t get loquats, she’ll make you suffer. Hold on, I’ll hire someone to pick them tomorrow.”

As Shen Qiaoyi nodded, she suddenly felt a tug at her skirt. Looking down, her gaze fell upon the makeshift net Taohua had fashioned from her clothes.

Little Taohua had rolled up her clothes into a pouch filled with golden loquats. Beaming up, she said: “Fox Sister, lots of loquats! Eat them quick!”

Kneeling down, Shen Qiaoyi touched the scrapes and bruises on Taohua’s arms, her eyes stinging with tears though her tone remained stern: “Who told you to climb trees? Don’t you know how dangerous that is?”

Taohua answered proudly: “When I go herb gathering with Sister, I climb trees all the time, even ones on cliffs. I’m not scared.”

Shen Qiaoyi kept her stern expression: “Regardless, no more dangerous stunts, or I’ll spank you.”

The little girl hung her head, mumbling: “You said, Little Rice Cake wanted loquats, and she’d feel bad without them. Sister said if I present as an Omega, I can make Little Rice Cake my wife. I have to protect my wife and keep her comfortable.”

Shen Qiaoyi was visibly stunned. She hadn’t expected such clear reasoning from an eight-year-old, leaving her momentarily speechless.

She slumped against Lu Zhiyuan’s shoulder, frowning in distress. “Little New Year hasn’t even been born yet and is already caught in a love triangle. Isn’t this way too messy?”

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