Mistaken ‘O’ is a Crazy Gorgeous Boss - Chapter 41

At 1:30 a.m., the lingering autumn rain finally ceased.

Inside the fragrance-filled room, the tall Alpha meticulously helped the Omega wash up and freshen before carrying her back to the warm bed.

Shen Zhikou had long fallen asleep. Even when Qu Zhen carried her to the bathroom, she didn’t open her eyes. Below her slender neck rested a pale rose-colored mark, perfectly nestled between her fair collarbones like a radiant peach blossom.

She slept deeply, instinctively nestling close to the person beside her as soon as she lay down.

Aware of the Omega’s condition after the temporary mark, Qu Zhen didn’t dare slack off. She turned on her side, pulling Shen Zhikou into her embrace, her heart racing like a startled deer.

Unlike the weary Omega, the satisfied Alpha felt no trace of sleepiness. Instead, she took advantage of the warm light to gaze at the person in her arms, her bright almond eyes lingering over the Omega’s forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, and chin.

The pounding of her heart grew louder and louder, each beat stronger than the last.

Perhaps influenced by the temporary mark, she pursed her lips, feeling the urge to kiss Shen Zhikou again, just as she had not long ago.

But mindful of her pursuit plan, Qu Zhen averted her gaze and suppressed the sudden impulse.

When it was time to fulfill her duties, she would study diligently and strive to meet all of Shen Zhikou’s needs. And when Shen Zhikou didn’t require it, even though they were already married, she would remember that she was still a pursuer and refrain from crossing any boundaries.

Strengthened by this resolve, Qu Zhen closed her eyes and silently counted sheep to help herself fall asleep.

Yet this method proved ineffective.

As soon as she shut her eyes, her mind flooded with memories of what had happened earlier, how they had been intimately entwined while fully conscious, how she had witnessed the lily of the valley in full bloom, and how she had seen a completely different side of Shen Zhikou.

During their first attempt, the third wrapper remained unopened.

Gradually progressing and finding their rhythm, the flushed Omega, her eyes misty with moisture, clutched Qu Zhen’s other hand and whispered something.

The Omega’s usually cool fingertips had grown scorchingly hot tonight, as if threatening to burn away the last shreds of their rationality.

Before the third temporary mark, Qu Zhen complied with the request of the person in her arms and opened the silvery wrapper, only to halt abruptly at the initial attempt.

Even with favorable conditions, tonight’s exploration ended there.

Because the Omega who had made the request, the one who made her heart race uncontrollably, softly murmured in her ear:

“It’s a little uncomfortable, wifey.”

So, she stopped immediately, turning to kiss the Shen Zhikou who had called her “wifey.” She was so anxious, worried that she had truly caused her discomfort, that she quickly released more pheromones to soothe her, even mistaking the moisture in Shen Zhikou’s eyes for tears of pain and distress.

“Sister, are you… about to cry because it hurts?” she paused, “Is that why?”

The information packet had mentioned that when an Omega experiences profound pleasure during marking or intimacy, they might shed physiological tears uncontrollably. She had memorized this reminder clearly, but the complexity of the situation made it impossible to discern the true reason for the moisture in Shen Zhikou’s eyes.

Petals drifted down silently like falling snow, and soon she heard Shen Zhikou’s reply.

“No.”

Her voice was slightly hoarser than usual, but the three words that escaped her throat sent Qu Zhen’s entire body burning. The pheromone concentration in the room skyrocketed once more, and the curtains swayed gently.

It wasn’t until the temporary mark was completed and Shen Zhikou closed her eyes in exhaustion that this wedding night, steeped in the scent of woody incense candles, truly came to an end.

…

The autumn rain that had persisted in Haicheng for a week finally ceased, and the weather the next day was exceptionally fine.

The sun was radiant, the sky a washed-out indigo blue, with a few cotton-like clouds drifting by occasionally. Sparrows on the branches chirped joyfully, fluttering their wings.

Waking at nine, Qu Zhen instinctively glanced at the Omega in her arms. Seeing her still peacefully asleep, Qu Zhen’s heart was instantly filled with an indescribable emotion.

Warm and cozy, like eating a freshly baked sweet potato on a snowy winter day, the delicate sweetness lingering on her lips and teeth brought her immense satisfaction.

So much so that she forgot to move, staring at Shen Zhikou for quite a while before snapping back to reality and getting up to wash up.

The ensuite bathroom attached to the master bedroom was spacious. Through the mirror above the sink, Qu Zhen clearly saw the rosy marks on her neck, Shen Zhikou’s creations, and not just there; there were some on her chest as well.

But she had left even more marks on Shen Zhikou.

Realizing this, Qu Zhen’s cheeks flushed faintly. She averted her gaze, quickened her pace with her morning routine, and left the bathroom to prepare breakfast.

It wasn’t until noon that Shen Zhikou woke up.

Qu Zhen, who had been sitting on a stool by the bed reading documents, noticed the moment she stirred. Setting her tablet aside, Qu Zhen moved to sit beside Shen Zhikou, speaking softly.

“Are you feeling unwell anywhere, sister?”

Staring at the white ceiling for a couple of seconds, Shen Zhikou turned her head to look at the young alpha on her right.

She had a classic oval face with a smooth, elegant jawline, her bone structure and complexion perfectly harmonized. As she glanced sideways, half of her face sank into the soft pillow, yet even from the most challenging angle, she remained as beautiful as blooming flowers.

“A little.”

Hearing this, Qu Zhen could no longer pretend to be calm. She didn’t hold back in expressing her concern.

“Where are you uncomfortable, sister?”

Shen Zhikou shifted the topic. “I want to rest a bit more. Can you help me fulfill this wish, Zhenzhen?”

Having spent so much time together, Qu Zhen could vaguely grasp the underlying meaning in Shen Zhikou’s words and had a rough idea of what her wish might be. So, she used the remote to close the slightly parted curtains, took off her shoes, and returned to her original spot on the bed.

She proactively wrapped her arms around Shen Zhikou’s slender waist, holding her gently in her embrace, facing her directly.

“Can you tell me now, sister?”

The composed Omega extended her delicate hand, pulling the duvet covering them higher until it was over their heads.

The spacious area became cramped, and the air gradually grew thin. Shen Zhikou leaned in slightly, raising her hand to press against the dimple on Qu Zhen’s cheek, then pinched her face gently.

“Okay.”

“What is it?” Qu Zhen asked patiently.

“If I tell you, you can’t get so shy that you throw off the covers.”

Qu Zhen agreed, “I promise, sister. But why are we covering our heads with the blanket?”

“Because we’re sharing a secret.”

At that moment, Qu Zhen felt that Shen Zhikou, hidden beneath the covers, was incredibly soft, like a little girl dancing gracefully inside a crystal ball. This metaphor might not be entirely fitting for Shen Zhikou, because in their past interactions, Shen Zhikou had always been as cold and aloof as snow, as sharp and composed as rain, and as effortlessly graceful as the wind.

She rarely revealed her soft side.

But Qu Zhen couldn’t find a better metaphor, and no matter which side of Shen Zhikou she encountered, her heart was endlessly captivated.

“Can you tell me now?” she played along with Shen Zhikou. “What secret did you want to share with me, sister?”

In the next moment, her hand was grasped by Shen Zhikou and guided to the soft, snowy valley.

Shen Zhikou’s voice was hushed, the hoarseness from the previous night still lingering. Perhaps due to the thinning air, the tips of her ears flushed a delicate pink.

“You kissed me so much that it’s a little…”

Her words grew fainter, as if veiled in mist. Qu Zhen finally understood why it was a secret.

“I’m sorry, sister,” Qu Zhen apologized, flustered and embarrassed. “Next time, I’ll be more careful. If it’s uncomfortable, you must tell me right away.”

“I studied all those materials for you, sister, because I wanted to give you a beautiful and pleasant experience. If you feel uncomfortable, then this matter holds no meaning or value for me at all.”

“So, please let me know in the future, and I promise I’ll always prioritize your feelings.”

Her fingertips traced from Shen Zhikou’s cheek to the tip of her chin. Shen Zhikou gazed calmly at her alpha.

From the moment Qu Zhen expressed her pursuit, something had quietly begun to change. The old Qu Zhen had been shy, even awkward, as if carrying a heavy shell, hiding her more vibrant emotions within.

But now, she was slowly learning to express herself, to take the initiative, not superficially, but genuinely wanting Shen Zhikou to feel her sincerity.

Last night was the same.

Every time she explored a new place, Qu Zhen would ask about her feelings, always putting her sensations first. She never demanded anything in return but prioritized Shen Zhikou in every way.

“Alright, I understand.”

“Mhm.” Qu Zhen paused again, whispering softly, “Does it hurt a lot, sister?”

She worried she hadn’t been careful enough, like last night’s storm drenching the round peaches on the branches until they glistened.

“A little,” Shen Zhikou said. “If you hadn’t asked, I could have endured it.”

“Don’t endure it anymore in the future.”

Shen Zhikou agreed, “Mhm.”

“Sister, do you have any more secrets to share?” Qu Zhen hinted. “I’m worried you’ll feel stifled.”

“No more.”

Just as Qu Zhen was about to lift the covers, Shen Zhikou grasped her hand again. Propping herself up slightly on the mattress, she lifted the blanket and looked down at Qu Zhen.

“Did you prepare any medicine for that?” she asked. “If you have it, bring it to me.”

Qu Zhen knew exactly what she meant.

“No.”

Shen Zhikou lowered her gaze.

The flowing air seemed to freeze. Qu Zhen lifted the blanket, carefully tucked Shen Zhikou in, then pulled her back into her embrace and whispered softly.

“There’s no need for medicine.”

“On Wednesday afternoon, I went to the affiliated hospital. After a blood test, I received the anti-pregnancy B2r0 injection. The doctor said it provides 100% protection for six months.”

Even intimate temporary marks carry the risk of pregnancy. With today’s rapid advancements in medical technology, contraceptive methods for Omegas are highly developed. Omegas can choose to take emergency medication, receive glandular injections, or opt for a permanent microsurgery.

Even so, every choice still comes with some degree of harm, whether minor or significant.

And Qu Zhen cherished Shen Zhikou deeply. She didn’t want Shen Zhikou’s body to suffer even the slightest harm, not even temporary discomfort. That’s why she chose to take the contraceptive injection herself, willingly enduring pain many times over.

She gently tucked Shen Zhikou’s hair behind her ear, her cheeks flushing with shyness as she broached the topic.

In truth, she had no demands or expectations in this regard, but she deeply respected her partner’s perspective. If Shen Zhikou wanted to continue living as just the two of them, she would undergo the alpha contraceptive surgery without a word of complaint. But if Shen Zhikou wanted otherwise,

“Let’s wait until your illness is completely cured and your body is fully recovered before we consider this, okay?”