Rich Cat A Would Never Fall in Love with a Fake Heiress - Chapter 5

Mo Li opened her eyes. The memories from her dream were like reflections in water or flowers in a mirror, gone with a gentle touch, replaced by Mo Wang’s peaceful sleeping face.

Her lips were thin and naturally moist, the corners seemingly perpetually upturned as if she were always smiling. Mo Wang was always as warm as a spring breeze in front of others, unless someone provoked her. Then, that spring breeze would carry hidden barbs. For her to openly lose her temper was a once-in-a-decade spectacle.

Come to think of it, the few times she had truly lost her temper seemed to have been directed at Mo Li.

Mo Li pinched Mo Wang’s cheek, but she didn’t wake, merely burying her face deeper into the blankets.

Sharp-tongued and quick to bite, last night, she had sunk her teeth into Mo Li repeatedly. At the slightest displeasure or discomfort, Mo Li would find herself marked by those pearly white teeth.

Mo Li got up. Scratches and bite marks crisscrossed her ivory skin, creating an intensely intimate scene. She dressed while Mo Wang remained asleep, clearly exhausted.

As she adjusted her tie, a sly smile curled on Mo Li’s lips.

“Well then, shall we settle the business matters?”

…

Mo Wang was awakened by a mischievous hand. At first, it was cautious, tucking in the blankets or brushing back her hair. Too drowsy to care, she let it be. But the hand grew bolder, stroking her cheek, pressing lightly on her lips, tracing the bridge of her nose.

She couldn’t take it anymore and opened her eyes.

Unfamiliar light, an unfamiliar room. Turning her head, she saw Mo Li standing with her back to her, occupied with something.

Must be a dream, that hand.

“Awake?”

Mo Li turned around, a double-ended injector twirling in her palm. Mo Wang recognized it instantly, the spare from her bag.

She rolled her eyes.

“Going through my bag? Are you an Alpha or a thief?”

Mo Li didn’t answer. Instead, she removed the injector’s protective cap, carefully examining the packaging with keen interest, stroking her chin thoughtfully.

“So, this is the product you’ve been busy pulling off the market? ‘Marking Alphas’ sounds quite innovative, doesn’t it?”

“Got a problem with that?”

“Of course not. But why take it off the market? Poor reception from the Alpha community?”

Mo Wang sat up, the blanket slipping from her shoulders. She rummaged through Mo Li’s wardrobe, picking out clothes as she replied.

“No. I was being too simplistic. The strongest opposition actually came from Omegas.”

She lowered her gaze.

“Imagine an Omega homemaker, financially dependent, with children to care for. One day, her husband comes home marked with another Omega’s bite and scent. She tries to ignore it, but the smell lingers for half a month, even the children can smell it.”

“Seventy percent of Omegas fall into this category. When their awareness awakens beyond their ability to change their circumstances, it’s agonizing.”

Mo Li turned to look. Mo Wang had one arm through a black T-shirt, her eyes faintly gleaming in the dim room.

“Whether it’s the person marking the Alpha or the one seeing their Alpha partner marked, nothing really changes. The reagent just amplifies their voices. But a loud voice doesn’t always mean it will be heard.”

It was rare for her to explain so much. Once finished, Mo Wang calmly selected Mo Li’s most expensive pair of pants and slipped them on.

Mo Li pondered for a moment.

“Are you saying you, as an Omega, sympathize with them?”

Mo Wang widened her eyes in astonishment, as if she had just seen an alien spaceship for the first time, then burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Do you really think I’m that kind-hearted and pure? I’m just conducting user research from a consumer’s perspective. I’m already in deep trouble myself, how could I possibly spare the energy to care about others?”

Mo Li walked over and leaned against the cabinet door, letting out a sigh. “That’s what I thought. So that’s why you chose Luo Media, which caters more to Omega audiences.”

Mo Wang wiped away her tears of laughter and curled her lips into a smirk. “You guessed half of it. I also made Luo Liming cut off all collaborations with the Mo Corporation.”

To her surprise, Mo Li showed no reaction. She simply unfolded her arms, waved a hand dismissively, and walked into the kitchen.

Soon, a savory aroma wafted from the kitchen. The heat of her estrus had drained her energy, and Mo Wang’s stomach was already growling with hunger. Unable to resist, she sniffed the air and turned toward the source of the fragrance.

It turned out Mo Li was carrying two bowls to the dining table.

“Fish congee. The burnt one is for you, no sense in wasting it.”

Mo Wang was speechless for a moment but still dragged a chair over and sat down, scooping up a spoonful with some reluctance.

To her surprise, the congee was unexpectedly rich and smooth, warming her entire body with each bite.

“It’s not burnt at all. Are you just being overly picky?”

Mo Li pressed the slightly burnt fish slices at the bottom of her bowl down and took a sip, frowning. “Your taste buds are ruined from all the junk food you eat.”

Mo Wang wasn’t exactly considerate. After finishing her meal, she wiped her mouth, left the bowl on the table, and headed for the door.

Mo Li swallowed her food with difficulty and reminded her, “Once estrus starts, it lasts for several days. What are you planning to do if you go out now?”

Mo Wang raised an eyebrow. “What’s it to you? The first day is over. From here on, whether I use strong suppressants or acupuncture, it’s my business. You don’t think just because we slept together for one night, I’m going to start listening to you, do you?”

As she spoke, she reached for the doorknob, but the door remained firmly shut, as if welded in place.

She never liked wasting effort on pointless tasks. After pushing a few times without success, she gave up, turned around, and leaned against the door, glaring accusingly at Mo Li.

Mo Li tilted her head with a smug grin, radiating confidence.

This was her private apartment, and the door required fingerprint authentication to open or close. That morning, she had rolled Mo Wang up in the blankets and brought her straight from the hotel to her home.

“You used underhanded tactics to steal my business. It’s only fair I use some methods of my own to make up for it.”

She straightened up, her chair creaking as she slowly approached Mo Wang and grabbed her wrist. Her skin was noticeably warmer than usual, and upon closer look, a faint flush still lingered in Mo Wang’s eyes.

Mo Li clicked her tongue and released a bit of pheromones to soothe her.

Then, taking advantage of Mo Wang’s momentary daze, she pulled a coat from the entryway, used its sleeves to tie her up, unlocked the door with her fingerprint, grabbed her bag, and dashed out, closing the door behind her in one fluid motion.

…

At 10 a.m., the café on the opposite bank of City A’s moat offered an unobstructed view of the summer scenery through its floor-to-ceiling windows.

Mo Li didn’t like bitter coffee, so she ordered a milk tea while waiting for Luo Licheng to arrive.

As Luo Liming’s older brother and the eldest son of the Luo family, he had plenty of business dealings with the Mo Corporation and some personal rapport with Mo Li. Getting him to meet for a talk wasn’t difficult.

Mo Li didn’t have to wait long before Luo Licheng arrived right on time, looking travel-worn. Dressed in a gray-black satin suit with thin-framed glasses perched on his nose, his tone was gentle, though his eyes betrayed exhaustion.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”