After Faking My Death, The Iceberg Omega Became Pregnant With My Child - Chapter 2

The rain outside grew heavier and heavier.

Fang Zhi hated rainy days.

Even the elegant piano music seemed to stop. The woman’s gaze crossed the sea of people, flickering darkly beneath the golden lights of the hall, enough to make one dizzy.

Everyone automatically moved aside, clearing a wide path for Song Yanyue.

At the end of that path stood Fang Zhi, pale-faced.

It was as though fate were stubbornly determined to toy with her.

Song Yanyue wore a gown Fang Zhi could never afford in this lifetime. Surrounded by the powerful and wealthy inside the luxurious banquet hall, she looked at Fang Zhi as if she were some rat crawling out of a gutter.

That cold, razor-sharp gaze hurt far more than the fat man’s malicious provocation ever could.

Out of habit, Fang Zhi wanted to smile, but could only force the slightest curve at the corner of her lips.

The richest person in A City.

The heir to one of the country’s most powerful families…

Fang Zhi listened as the people around her exclaimed over and introduced the woman who had once been the person she knew most intimately.

And suddenly, she seemed so unfamiliar.

So it turns out I never really knew you either.

Even the dazzling lights seemed to tilt toward Song Yanyue with every movement she made. Countless people stared intensely, speculating about their relationship.

Song Yanyue, the untouchable flower on the highest peak, had actually taken the initiative to greet Fang Zhi.

The fat man’s legs trembled.

His expression changed on the spot. A flattering smile immediately covered his face as he laughed awkwardly and claimed he had only been joking around with them.

Then he turned toward Fang Zhi with an almost pleading look.

“Please, don’t hold it against someone insignificant like me. I was blind and failed to recognize someone important.”

The contrast between his behavior before and after was so ridiculous it was almost laughable.

And all because Fang Zhi knew Song Yanyue.

Now Fang Zhi finally understood.

She and Song Yanyue had never belonged to the same world in the first place.

She had forced a doomed relationship into existence—

Then ended it in the ugliest way possible.

But why had Song Yanyue hidden her real identity from her?

Fang Zhi stared at the noble, untouchable woman standing before her, radiating authority.

She had never seen this version of Song Yanyue before.

And yet, instinctively, it felt as though this was how Song Yanyue was always meant to be.

Standing high above everyone else.

Looked up to by all.

But why have you gotten thinner?

“Long time no see.”

Fang Zhi lowered her eyes and enthusiastically held out her hand.

“President Song.”

At 178 centimeters tall, she used to only have to bend down slightly to kiss Song Yanyue’s lips.

Now, she bowed obsequiously before power, no different from everyone else desperately trying to curry favor.

Not a trace remained of that proud, unyielding spirit she had once possessed.

Fang Zhi knew Song Yanyue hated people like that.

But Fang Zhi was no different from them now.

Whatever reason Song Yanyue had for greeting her first—

Fang Zhi lowered her head.

She conceded defeat.

She showed goodwill.

Song Yanyue merely swept a cold glance over the hand suspended in midair.

She did not pause for even half a second.

Her expression grew colder, as though she had seen something filthy, before she directly shifted her gaze away and turned toward the girl beside Fang Zhi.

Fang Zhi’s hand froze awkwardly in the air.

“Hello, President Song! I’m actress Shen Zhiyao.”

The girl could no longer wait and eagerly squeezed out from behind Fang Zhi, bumping straight into her injured shoulder.

Fang Zhi let out a muffled grunt and instinctively grabbed her arm.

She saw it clearly.

Song Yanyue, who had not even been willing to look at her for another second just now, graciously reached out and shook Shen Zhiyao’s hand.

Their fingers barely touched before separating.

And from the corner of her eye, Song Yanyue gave Fang Zhi one indifferent glance.

As if looking at some ridiculous clown.

So when she had spoken first just now—

It hadn’t been because of Fang Zhi at all.

Shen Zhiyao’s eyes instantly lit up.

!!!

Delighted, she pressed the hand that had shaken Song Yanyue’s against her burning cheek.

Fang Zhi lowered her head and stared at her empty hand, her lashes casting a small shadow beneath her eyes.

It was exactly what she should have expected.

It was only natural for Song Yanyue to hate her.

Fang Zhi understood completely.

Reason told her she should not care at all.

Yet her heart still betrayed her, swelling with a dull ache that made it difficult to breathe.

This had been Fang Zhi’s own choice.

She had no right to feel wronged now.

What existed between them had ended long ago.

There could never be anything more.

“Is this your companion?”

Song Yanyue looked at Shen Zhiyao. The beauty mark beneath the corner of her eye seemed like a swaying meteor, her gaze flickering faintly.

Her cool voice was light and thin.

For someone with such overwhelming power to deliberately soften her tone, combined with the mature allure carried by the violet fragrance drifting through her long hair, unexpectedly gave her a gentle air—as though coaxing a child.

Once, that treatment had belonged exclusively to Fang Zhi.

Now Fang Zhi stood off to the side, her sluggish gaze fixed on the sparkling ruby earrings worn by Shen Zhiyao.

They complemented Song Yanyue’s jade perfectly.

Just as delicate.

Just as expensive.

Just as glaring.

Shen Zhiyao was overwhelmed by the attention. Her face flushed scarlet as she stammered,

“No… We—we only just met.”

Song Yanyue narrowed her eyes, her expression unreadable.

An undercurrent surged beneath the surface.

Everyone carefully observed Song Yanyue.

She had never liked noisy occasions like this. Her interest came quickly and disappeared just as fast.

After only a few words, she turned to leave.

Shen Zhiyao was unwilling to let such an opportunity slip away.

She bit her lip, half-shrugged off the jacket Fang Zhi had draped over her, and drained her champagne in one gulp.

Her delicate face flushed red.

The girl staggered past the empty space everyone had instinctively left around Song Yanyue and fell into her arms.

“I’m sorry, Song… Sister, I feel a little dizzy. So hot.”

The jacket slipped completely from Shen Zhiyao’s shoulders and began falling toward the floor.

It was the one Song Yanyue had given Fang Zhi.

Fang Zhi lowered her eyes.

She did not want to see the two of them leaning against each other.

Instinctively, she reached down to pick it up.

Lower your head.

Bend your waist.

Do not covet things that do not belong to you.

She had long since grown accustomed to the motion.

On countless nights when landlords demanded rent and she clutched her younger sister’s hospital bills in her hands, she had bent her dignity and her spine together exactly like this, begging only for a little room to breathe.

But a set of slender fingers hooked the jacket before she could.

Both ends tightened.

The fabric stretched slightly out of shape.

Fang Zhi lifted her gaze and collided directly with Song Yanyue’s icy eyes.

Shen Zhiyao stood between them, her gaze flickering.

Song Yanyue said,

“Cheap clothes like this don’t suit you.”

Her tone was mocking.

But the clothes were hardly the only cheap thing here.

Fang Zhi released her grip.

She remained bent over, like a criminal awaiting judgment.

Song Yanyue also loosened her fingers.

The jacket floated lightly down in front of Fang Zhi.

The next second—

A pair of custom-made red-soled heels stepped down heavily on it.

The pointed toe slowly ground against the fabric.

“Outdated things should be thrown away.”

The heart Fang Zhi had already lowered as far as it could go was trampled along with it.

She had never dared hope for forgiveness.

She had only wanted to take back the jacket she had worn for two years.

Adidas was not exactly cheap.

Back then, Fang Zhi had looked up the price of the jacket and done her best to give Song Yanyue a gift of equal value in return.

Song Yanyue simply had not cared.

At the time, Fang Zhi had been ashamed, thinking her return gift was not good enough or had failed to suit Song Yanyue’s tastes.

But looking at things now—

Perhaps Song Yanyue would never be satisfied with anything she gave her.

Fang Zhi stared at the dirty jacket beneath her shoe.

Her throat felt dry and bitter.

She lowered her head even further.

It was fine.

As long as she endured this banquet, got the money, and cured her little sister—

Then the two of them would never meet again.

A few seconds later, Fang Zhi raised her head and smiled at Song Yanyue.

“You’re right. Throw it away.”

Shen Zhiyao looked a little uneasy.

She tried to tug at Song Yanyue’s hand and nervously said,

“Sister Yanyue, don’t blame her… Don’t ruin your relationship because of me.”

What right do you have to apologize for her?

Fang Zhi shoved one hand into her pocket.

Her thoughts were a mess, so she only pressed her lips together and remained silent.

“Have fun.”

Fang Zhi turned away, acting as though she did not care as she magnanimously surrendered her place beside Song Yanyue to Shen Zhiyao.

She had always been good at acting.

Song Yanyue’s expression became even uglier.

One glance from her was enough to send a chill climbing up Shen Zhiyao’s spine. Her previously boneless body immediately stiffened upright, and she held her breath in fear.

Song Yanyue walked away without another word.

Everyone automatically and cautiously made way for her.

Shen Zhiyao hesitated several times before turning and hurrying after Fang Zhi instead.

“Sister, don’t be angry. Yanyue just has that kind of personality… You two are friends, right? Did you have some kind of falling-out? I’ll apologize to you on her behalf.”

What right do you have to apologize for her?

Fang Zhi kept one hand in her pocket.

Her mood was chaotic.

She pressed her lips together and said nothing.

No one dared bother Song Yanyue, so instead they began circling Fang Zhi.

Everyone privately assumed Fang Zhi must come from some mysterious, deeply established old-money family—someone understated enough to know Song Yanyue personally.

Wine glasses clinked.

Laughter filled the air.

One bold girl directly linked arms with Fang Zhi and affectionately pressed her palm close.

For a while, Fang Zhi became the center of a lively crowd.

An older woman pinched her cheek, clearly in the mood to tease her, and asked whether she was single.

She even wanted to invite Fang Zhi to dance.

Song Yanyue’s pale gray eyes darkened completely.

Her thin lips pressed into a straight line.

So this was Fang Zhi’s reason for sneaking in here?

She was even using the title of “Song Yanyue’s friend” to flirt around with other people.

Of all things in life, Song Yanyue hated deception most.

And she hated people approaching her for money more than anything.

Yet the first time she had hidden her identity and given someone her sincere heart—

Fang Zhi had dumped her for being too poor!

She had actually been blind enough back then to fall for a cheap, lowly liar like Fang Zhi.

It was…

Disgusting.

Song Yanyue radiated coldness. Her excessively beautiful face practically had Do Not Approach written across it.

Everyone knew she was aloof, solitary, and difficult to get close to.

No one dared provoke her.

The entry threshold for a banquet of this level was extremely high.

At the very least, these elites knew how to read the room.

Until Sister Liu hurried over.

She stood on tiptoe, swept her gaze around the room, immediately locked onto Song Yanyue—the richest person present—and charged straight toward her with sparkling eyes.

“Oh my! President Song, I’ve heard so much about you!”

Sister Liu smoothly pulled out Fang Zhi’s résumé and shoved it into Song Yanyue’s hands, speaking at machine-gun speed.

“I’m one of the people in charge of tonight’s auction. Take a look at this Alpha—comes from a scholarly family, master’s student at A University, spotless romantic history, never dated anyone before, top-tier premium pheromones, even more effective than cutting-edge suppressants!”

Why was someone trying to sell an Alpha to her?

Wasn’t it common knowledge in their circles that she hated Alphas?

Song Yanyue impatiently raised one finger.

The bodyguards hidden nearby immediately stepped forward.

But then her gaze swept across the name printed on the paper—

And suddenly froze.

The woman who had always been calm and indifferent frowned in disbelief.

Crack.

She nearly snapped the stem of the wineglass in her hand.

She had assumed Fang Zhi had come here to ingratiate herself with the rich and powerful.

Never once had she imagined—

Fang Zhi had actually come here to sell herself.

“Never dated anyone before?”

A cold laugh escaped through gritted teeth.

What was Fang Zhi pretending to be now?

Some pure and chaste Alpha?

Then what had all those lingering, intimate moments between them counted as?

Never dated—

Only slept together, was that it?

Just because there had never been a mark, did that mean everything between them could be erased?

No wonder Fang Zhi had always been reluctant to touch her back then.

So she had been preserving herself for the market, waiting to fetch a better price.

As Sister Liu was dragged away, she was still cheerfully agreeing,

“Yes, yes, yes! This kid has been honest since she was little. Always kept herself clean. And special pheromones like hers should benefit society, shouldn’t they? Helping Omegas is only right! It’s practically charity. The more, the better!”

Song Yanyue’s expression darkened.

The more, the better.

Very good.

…

After finally escaping the crowd surrounding her, Fang Zhi tiredly rubbed between her brows.

She did not belong here.

All she wanted was to gather enough money to save a life.

After that, she wanted nothing more to do with these wealthy heirs for the rest of her life.

Elegant dance music spilled from the banquet hall.

At the far end of the corridor, Fang Zhi bent down alone and retrieved the jacket from a trash can.

Once the dancing ended, the auction would begin.

And when that happened—

She would have to stand beneath the spotlight as one of the items being auctioned.

Holding the jacket against herself, Fang Zhi unconsciously rubbed the fabric with her fingertips.

A faint trace of violet still lingered on it.

Would Song Yanyue attend?

Probably not.

Those people had said she disliked that kind of setting.

How ridiculous.

Fang Zhi could only learn about her own first love through other people now.

Yet at the same time, she felt genuinely relieved.

At least Song Yanyue would not have to see her at her most miserable.

Fang Zhi carefully brushed the jacket clean.

She reached for the wall to help herself stand—

Only for her wrist to suddenly be seized with tremendous force.

Before she could react, her entire body was slammed hard against the wall.

Cold tile struck the wound on her back.

Fang Zhi could not stop a low gasp from escaping her lips as darkness flashed before her eyes.

The crystal lights were so bright she could barely open them.

Yet in the next instant, her nose was overwhelmed by a vast flood of violet pheromones.

Cold.

Furious.

Piercing straight through memory.

They swallowed every one of her senses in an instant.

It was Song Yanyue.

One of the woman’s hands gripped Fang Zhi’s injured arm.

Her cold voice lashed out furiously.

“Fang Zhi, how did you become this shameless? This desperate? You’ll use any means necessary now…!”

“Let go of me first.”

“You did all of this just to get close to me, didn’t you?”

Song Yanyue’s face was icy. The beauty mark beneath her eye trembled faintly under the light.

“You dumped me back then because you thought I was poor, didn’t you? And now that you know who I am, you’re using this kind of stunt to attract attention?”

“I didn’t…”

The dull pain in Fang Zhi’s heart grew stronger and stronger.

She struggled.

“Before I came here, I had no idea you would be here. I didn’t even know you were…”

“What? Were you hoping to latch onto someone else?”

The woman narrowed her long eyes, her tone becoming increasingly mocking.

“That little celebrity just now?”

“Today, I’ll stand right here and watch.”

“I’d like to see who buys you.”

How did Song Yanyue know?

Fang Zhi’s face turned deathly pale.

The carefree smile she always wore could no longer be maintained.

Her little sister’s condition was extremely serious.

The smaller hospital did not have the facilities necessary for the surgery.

The best thoracic hospital already had a waiting list seven months long.

When someone caused trouble at the hospital, Fang Zhi had stepped in and gotten injured.

Only because of that had the hospital made an exception and fought to secure her sister an opportunity for transfer and surgery.

She knew even the attending physician had called in plenty of favors personally.

So many people were doing everything they could for her.

All that was missing was the money.

She absolutely could not lose this chance.

The chance for her little sister to live.

After several seconds of silence, Fang Zhi reached out and gripped Song Yanyue’s slender wrist.

In an instant, she reversed their positions.

Her tall figure cast down a shadow, forcefully enclosing the woman beneath her.

Song Yanyue’s breath caught.

It had been so long since they had stood this close.

So close that even time itself seemed compressed.

As if they had gone back to the past—

When those youthful, inexperienced eyes reflected only Song Yanyue, utterly focused on her.

In the narrow corner, their breaths tangled together.

The darkness around them hung like black gauze.

As though they were still in love.

Fang Zhi spoke hoarsely.

“I know.”

“I’m the one who wronged you.”

“But Song Yanyue…”

Her heart was being pulled along too.

“—could you lend me two million first?”