The Cold Ex-Wife Is Pregnant Seeking a Happily Ever After on a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 1

On their third wedding anniversary, Sang Yu put her heart and soul into preparing a sumptuous dinner, waiting for Song Yunsheng to come home early.

However, as the minutes and seconds ticked by, midnight arrived and still no one had returned. She gave a self-deprecating, bitter smile and looked at the phone on the table.

The conversation between the two of them was still stuck at seven in the evening.

Sang who wants to snuggle with her wife every day: Wife, today is our wedding anniversary. Come back early, I’m cooking personally!

Kissable Wife: Working overtime, don’t wait for me.

Sang who wants to snuggle with her wife every day: Work is never-ending. Can’t you come home early just for today? I made your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs.

Sang who wants to snuggle with her wife every day: Wife, it’s already nine o’clock, please talk to me!

Sang who wants to snuggle with her wife every day: Wife, it’s ten o’clock. Why aren’t you answering my calls?

Sang who wants to snuggle with her wife every day: Song Yunsheng, what is the meaning of this?

Sang who wants to snuggle with her wife every day: I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait until you come back.

It was all her venting hysterically alone. Song Yunsheng hadn’t replied with a single word, nor did she answer the phone; it seemed she had unilaterally terminated the topic.

Sang Yu suddenly felt exhausted. Her body felt uncomfortably hollow, and she couldn’t help but wonder what the point of her years of persistence really was.

Left alone for a long while, she couldn’t resist clicking into her Moments, scrolling through them aimlessly.

Suddenly, a photo stung her, so sharp it felt like it could burn her eyes right through the screen.

The photo showed an exquisite French meal, with two palms clasped together. On a well-defined pinky finger, a tiny red mole was faintly visible.

Song Yunsheng had a small red mole on her pinky. Set against her porcelain-white skin, it was exceptionally striking. Much like the red mole at the corner of Sang Yu’s own eye, it complemented her cool features, adding a touch of enchantment that made it impossible to look away.

She just said she was working overtime.

Sang Yu found it utterly laughable that Song Yunsheng had started using such petty excuses to brush her off.

Song Yunsheng and Su Miao were childhood sweethearts, but Madam Song looked down on Su Miao for being the daughter of the family’s nanny. She refused to let them date and forced her daughter to marry.

Sang Yu happened to be signed to Song Yunsheng’s company, and Song Yunsheng directly pointed to her as the marriage partner. On the surface, it was a marriage of convenience: Sang Yu wanted Song Yunsheng’s help to get revenge, while Song Yunsheng wanted someone easy to control. They hit it off and finalized the marriage.

But no one knew that what Sang Yu wanted was always Song Yunsheng herself. When Sang Yu was at her most pathetic and wretched, it was Song Yunsheng who reached out and pulled her out of the mire. To Song Yunsheng, it was just a small favor, but to Sang Yu, it was love at first sight. In a relationship, whoever falls in love first loses; in this marriage, Sang Yu had lost so badly she was bruised and swollen.

The corners of Sang Yu’s mouth curled into a sarcastic arc. She picked up her phone and dialed Song Yunsheng’s number. After a few rings, the other side picked up.

“Sang Yu?” The woman’s calm voice came through the airwaves.

Sang Yu let out a cold snort and said, “Is President Song still busy with work?”

Song Yunsheng said in a low voice, “Mhm. It’s so late, why aren’t you asleep yet? Didn’t I tell you not to wait for me?”

Hearing this, Sang Yu sneered, “Was the dinner at Youlan Restaurant delicious?”

Song Yunsheng frowned. “Are you stalking me?”

Sang Yu retorted, “President Song is being a bit too narcissistic. I just happened to see someone’s post on Moments!”

Song Yunsheng paused for a moment, her voice deepening. “I’ll be back in a while.”

“Fine! I’ll be waiting.” Sang Yu’s tone suddenly shifted, mocking her: “Remember to drink less. You’re frigid, but I’m not like you. Don’t let the alcohol go to your head and make things awkward for both of us!”

“You…”

Amidst the other party’s humiliated and annoyed voice, Sang Yu hung up the phone directly.

She collapsed onto the table like a deflated balloon. She lit up her phone screen again, looking at that photo, falling into deep confusion and pain.

In two years, not only had she failed to melt Song Yunsheng’s heart, but she had also developed a severe phobia of Alpha rut periods. Because Song Yunsheng was so cold and distant, the pheromones Sang Yu released during her rut never received a response from her Omega partner. She had to go to the hospital for long-term injections of suppressants, which caused her body to develop stress reactions—frequent habitual spasms and nightmares during sleep.

Song Yunsheng used to be her obsession, but now that obsession was gradually collapsing. What should she do?

Beep beep. The sound of the electronic door interrupted Sang Yu’s thoughts.

She looked up.

Sure enough, it was Song Yunsheng.

Song Yunsheng was wearing a white suit today, her collar slightly open. She was leaning over to change her shoes. Her chestnut-colored curls fell loosely across her chest along her slender white neck, outlining her thin waist.

With just one glance, Sang Yu felt her pheromones begin to stir. How useless; she simply could not resist Song Yunsheng. She clenched her fists tightly, barely managing to withstand the urge.

“President Song worked so late, how professional,” Sang Yu forced a smile and teased nonchalantly. “If I had known President Song had an appointment with a beauty, I wouldn’t have bothered preparing this table of food. No need to stay here and humiliate myself—”

Song Yunsheng frowned and looked at Sang Yu, interrupting her impatiently: “Sang Yu, don’t be so sarcastic with me.”

Glancing at the exquisite dishes and the anniversary cake on the table, she continued with a faint expression: “I never asked you to prepare these things. Moreover, I hate celebrating anniversaries. Don’t forget, we are just in a contract marriage. Everyone just takes what they need.”

Sang Yu chuckled, her voice dripping with irony: “Indeed, it’s just a contract marriage. So if you’re going on a date, go on a date. There’s no need to use such a clumsy excuse like overtime to brush me off.”

“I was working at the time.” Song Yunsheng looked at Sang Yu with a heavy gaze and reminded her: “Sang Yu, I hope you can keep your place. I will help you deal with the Sang family, and you just need to be my partner on the surface.”

This business-like tone stung Sang Yu, but she found it hard to refute. She didn’t dare speak of that love that was humble to the bone; even if she offered her whole heart to Song Yunsheng, it would probably only be stepped on disdainfully.

She tried hard to calm herself down, but the powerful Alpha pheromones in her body were crashing around wildly. She wanted nothing more than to rush in front of Song Yunsheng, cover her mouth, and stop her from saying those hurtful words.

After suppressing it for a long time, she finally broke.

Sang Yu stood up abruptly. The dominant Alpha pheromones instantly filled the entire room. Even though Song Yunsheng was an Omega naturally indifferent to Alpha pheromones, her legs still weakened instinctively.

A thin veil of anger appeared on her cold face. She looked at the perpetrator and snapped, “Sang Yu, pull back your pheromones.”

Sang Yu did not withdraw her pheromones; instead, they grew more intense. Step by step, she approached Song Yunsheng, cornering her against the wall.

She folded her arms across her chest, staring straight into Song Yunsheng’s black pupils, and said slowly: “Fine, Song Yunsheng. Since you mentioned the contract, let’s talk about the contract.”

Due to the influence of the pheromones, a physiological flush appeared on Song Yunsheng’s cold face. She gave Sang Yu an annoyed glare: “What exactly are you trying to say?”

That glance, appearing both angry and coy, coupled with the faint red mole at the corner of her eye, added an unintentional touch of seduction. Sang Yu’s pheromones fluctuated uncontrollably for a long time.

She quickly looked away. After calming her thoughts, she said: “I remember when we signed the marriage contract, there was an agreement for marital life once a month. Now I am asking my partner to fulfill the promise. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”

“Sang Yu, don’t go too far. I’m not in the mood.”

Song Yunsheng shoved Sang Yu away, took an unlimited black card from her bag, and stuffed it at her. “What you need is money. Take it, and stop annoying me.”

These words made Sang Yu feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. Her blood froze instantly, and her aggressive Alpha pheromones withered away in that moment.

Sang Yu leaned closer to Song Yunsheng, tightly gripping her waist like a traveler in the desert who had run out of food and water, desperate to get close to the oasis of Song Yunsheng.

“Song Yunsheng, just take pity on me, okay? I don’t want to use those cold suppressants every time. Just hold me, I’m begging you.”

But in the next moment, Song Yunsheng firmly grabbed her wrists and pushed her away, saying impatiently: “Sang Yu, let go! I don’t want to!”

Sang Yu’s movements stiffened bit by bit. She asked back, “Is it that you don’t want to, or is it that the person just can’t be me? If it were Su Miao, you would have probably pounced on her long ago…”

Slap—

Song Yunsheng slapped her without hesitation. Her thick, long eyelashes cast a shadow, and she looked at Sang Yu with disgust. “Sang Yu, you truly sicken me.”

The next second, the sound of the door slamming shut echoed in her ears.

Until Song Yunsheng left, Sang Yu remained in the same position from when she was slapped, like a frozen, ridiculous clown.

After a long time, her fingertips twitched.

Her pheromones spread chaotically through the air like spilled water, boiling inside her body and burning her all over.

“In the end, only suppressants are reliable…”

As her consciousness blurred, Sang Yu stumbled into the bedroom to get the suppressants. She expertly pushed the cold needle into her vein, clenching her hand into a fist, slowly waiting for the pheromones in her body to subside.

After getting married, although she had marked Song Yunsheng, Song Yunsheng was insensitive to pheromones and very resistant to being with her. Sang Yu couldn’t bear to force her, so she could only endure by injecting suppressants herself.

But as the number of injections increased, they were showing signs of losing their effectiveness. This time, even after the injection, the pain still scorched every nerve.

She could only curl herself up like a shrimp, pressing tightly against the cold, hard wall. Her body twitched uncontrollably, and the more she struggled, the worse it felt…

Sang Yu felt something was wrong. She gritted her teeth, tried to open her blurred eyes, fumbled for her phone, and dialed a number.

“At home… save me…”

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