After Being Clung to by a Gentle, Seductive Omega

Synopsis:

Ji Congyan was a clean freak. In this life, what she hated most was physical contact with other people.

Everyone knew that when an Alpha and Omega had a pheromone compatibility rate above 80%, they would develop an irresistible attraction toward each other during the Alpha’s rut.

The higher the compatibility, the stronger the pull.

After attending a banquet on behalf of her company, Ji Congyan entered her hotel room to rest. Before she could even turn on the lights, a fragrance drifted over, accompanied by a sharp, intense pain in the gland at the back of her neck.

Before she could react, in the next instant, an Omega was pulled straight into her arms.

She smelled quite nice, but—

She had flattened the carefully styled, slightly curved ends of Ji Congyan’s hair that her stylist had painstakingly arranged.

Ji Congyan’s mysophobia instantly exploded.

She pulled out her carefully designed long hair that had been trapped.

Then, elegant and unhurried, she pushed the Omega away, already preparing to make the hotel go bankrupt tomorrow.

But the moment she pushed her away, a mature, rich scent of orchid and sandalwood rushed toward her, directly inducing her rut.

……

It was an A-and-O mutual affair.

Ji Congyan tossed the matter to the back of her mind in the blink of an eye.

But not long after—

A pregnancy diagnosis for an Omega was gently pushed in front of her.

The popular film queen Bo Shuang had an appearance and temperament completely opposite to her name. She was gentle and soft, refined and dignified.

In a mild voice, she asked, “President Ji, can you take responsibility?”

The pregnant Omega gave off a unique, delicate fragrance.

Ji Congyan nodded in a daze and signed an agreement with her.

The agreement included, but was not limited to, hugging Bo Shuang when she needed it, accompanying her, and providing Alpha pheromones to soothe her.

It was a very simple matter, but for Ji Congyan, who had mysophobia, it was extremely difficult.

At first, even something as simple as holding hands made Ji Congyan tense up with nerves. She held Bo Shuang’s hand through a blanket.

Bo Shuang gently and patiently tolerated her, guiding her little by little.

Later, Ji Congyan could carry Bo Shuang in her left arm and their daughter in her right without any trouble.

She gradually grew used to the warm life of being accompanied by her wife and daughter.

In the blink of an eye, a year passed. The agreement that had disappeared for a long time suddenly appeared on Bo Shuang’s desk.

Even a domineering CEO had to abide by an agreement.

Ji Congyan said, “Don’t worry.”

But when she turned around, her eyes reddened, and she left with regret.

·

Early in the morning, someone knocked on the door of the presidential suite.

Ji Congyan was woken up, and her temper was not good. With a dark expression, she pulled the door open.

She wanted to see who had such courage to knock on her door before six in the morning.

Outside the door, Bo Shuang was holding their daughter, who was not even one year old yet.

The Omega, who had always been gentle, refined, and composed, had rarely lost her composure. She looked travel-worn, her reddened eyes damp. In a gentle voice, she guided her:

“The blanket has been washed. This place is dirty. Shall we go home now?”

……….

One-sentence summary: Wife, I really do have mysophobia.

Theme: Live well.