After Faking My Death, The Iceberg Omega Became Pregnant With My Child - Chapter 3

Two million.

A mere two million.

Over the years, Song Yanyue had imagined countless versions of what their reunion might look like.

No matter what happened, she would never forgive Fang Zhi’s betrayal.

You should explain yourself. Beg for forgiveness. Regret the stupidest decision you ever made.

Those affectionate eyes of Fang Zhi’s always gave people the illusion of being loved, speaking the most sincere lies in the gentlest voice.

But now, she had not even bothered to keep up the pretense for long.

Her true intentions had been exposed far too quickly.

—There was clearly nothing but money in Fang Zhi’s eyes.

Two million.

Song Yanyue silently repeated the number to herself, then suddenly tugged one corner of her thin lips into a cold smile.

That amount of money was something Song Yanyue could earn in the span of a breath.

She could do absolutely nothing but stand there and still have over a million deposited into her account.

In US dollars.

Her long eyes narrowed slightly, mockery seeping into her magnetic voice.

“A genius from A University, and after all these years, you couldn’t even save two million? You have to beg by selling your body?”

When they first met, Fang Zhi had been a green and innocent freshman.

She carried a backpack faded white from repeated washing and quietly ate steamed buns by herself.

She saved her living expenses to buy books.

When they went on dates, she would buy Song Yanyue coffee while drinking only plain water herself.

To save ten yuan on taxi fare, she was willing to take a route that added an entire hour to her journey.

She worked part-time year-round without rest.

Back then, Song Yanyue had said Fang Zhi was certain to have a brilliant future.

With the eye of a top-tier investor like hers, there was no way she could be wrong.

Yet two years later, Fang Zhi had infiltrated a wealthy private banquet to auction herself off.

Apparently even Song Yanyue could misjudge someone.

Weren’t you vain? Money-hungry?

Then why are you still living so miserably?

Expressionless, Song Yanyue almost maliciously admired the girl’s embarrassment.

Fang Zhi’s ears always turned red when she was nervous.

The phrase “begging by selling your body” clearly struck hard at her pride. Ripples seemed to tremble through those clear eyes.

Embarrassment.

Grievance.

A flash of unwilling defiance.

In the end, she lowered her head even further.

She was taller than Song Yanyue, yet right now, her entire body seemed to shrink.

Her slender spine curved. Her hands were held awkwardly behind her back, like an honors student being punished to stand for the first time while desperately pretending she did not care.

Fang Zhi said,

“I’ll pay you back. I can write an IOU and calculate the interest according to the bank rate. I can use anything as collateral.”

Song Yanyue grabbed her by the collar and ordered the girl to bend closer, forcing Fang Zhi to lift her eyes and meet her gaze so that she could better observe every emotion on her face.

“Collateral?”

She gave a low laugh.

“What assets do you have to use as collateral?”

“You?”

Her cold fingertips slid from Fang Zhi’s chin down to her collarbone.

Like the strictest, most discerning antique dealer, Song Yanyue turned over and inspected the merchandise before finally pressing her fingers against Fang Zhi’s heart.

“What makes you think you’re worth two million?”

“I…”

A lazy female voice cut in.

“Mm-hmm. Yanyue, you probably don’t know this yet, but she’s quite valuable. Her pheromones are sold by the milliliter. Starting bid: one hundred thousand.”

The woman deliberately bit down on the price with teasing emphasis.

Arms crossed, she toyed with a ruby earring, making it jingle lightly.

No one knew how long she had been listening from the side.

She was clearly here to enjoy the show.

“Fang Zhi, didn’t Xiao Liu teach you how to entertain distinguished guests? Treating an Omega this roughly isn’t very likable.”

The ruby-adorned woman stepped closer in her heels.

“Or should I call you Number D217?”

“Would that help you remember that you’re merchandise?”

Song Yanyue’s expression turned completely cold.

“So this is why you went to such lengths to invite me here?”

The woman smiled as she looked toward Fang Zhi, sweeping a contemptuous gaze over her from head to toe.

“You don’t like her? I was very curious to meet this treasure too. What kind of Alpha could possibly dump our Yanyue…”

The memory Song Yanyue least wanted to recall was brought up again.

She coldly snapped,

“Zhou Heng.”

The jewel-covered woman exaggeratedly covered her mouth and came to stand beside Song Yanyue.

She was Zhou Heng, eldest daughter of the Zhou family, host of tonight’s banquet, and Song Yanyue’s childhood friend.

“Come here.”

Zhou Heng was around Song Yanyue’s age.

She extended a hand and patted it twice, ordering Fang Zhi closer the way someone might call a dog, then frivolously hooked a finger beneath her chin.

Zhou Heng said leisurely,

“I was too busy earlier and didn’t have time to personally receive you.”

“Back then, you seduced Yanyue using those special pheromones of yours, didn’t you?”

“Why can’t I smell anything from you now? They’re so faint. Do you need us to inject you with an aphrodisiac first?”

Zhou Heng’s pheromone rank was the extremely rare S-class.

At that moment, she released it without restraint, intending to completely suppress Fang Zhi.

As Alphas, the two of them instinctively possessed a natural urge to compete.

Winner takes all.

The strong devour the weak.

Inferior, greedy commoners should kneel before people like them and wag their tails for mercy.

Zhou Heng smugly glanced at Song Yanyue from the corner of her eye, secretly hoping Song Yanyue might show even the slightest reaction to her pheromones.

I’m an S-class Alpha. Our families are perfectly matched. We grew up together.

In what way am I not better than this penniless Fang Zhi?

Yet Fang Zhi obediently rested her chin in Zhou Heng’s palm.

She showed no intention of resisting at all.

She even curled her lips and smiled gently, harmlessly.

Catching sight of the disgust in Song Yanyue’s eyes, Zhou Heng had no choice but to rein in her pheromones.

In truth, they both knew that Song Yanyue was never influenced by pheromones.

She even strongly disliked the scent of Alphas, leading plenty of people to suspect she might prefer Omegas.

The young Omega actress Shen Zhiyao from earlier was a perfect example.

Zhou Heng casually hooked one finger through the straps of a tiny slip dress being held by an attendant and tossed it toward Fang Zhi.

“Wear this. Xiao Liu practically begged people everywhere to get this outfit for you…”

“The auction is about to begin.”

Fang Zhi knew very well how difficult it was to earn money.

She had long since mentally prepared herself to be made difficult.

Even so, when she saw the outfit, she still froze slightly.

Calling it a slip dress was generous.

It looked more like erotic sleepwear.

Just a few thin scraps of fabric.

A tight little dress.

She had clearly said she did not want her shoulders exposed, yet this one was the complete opposite, held up only by two narrow straps.

They wanted her to go onstage dressed like that?

Fang Zhi clenched her hands.

“Ma’am, I’m only selling my pheromones…”

Zhou Heng smiled.

“Of course. Only your pheromones.”

“But your pheromones are so faint that they don’t inspire the slightest desire to buy them. How is anyone supposed to know whether they’re any good?”

“Kid, money isn’t that easy to earn.”

Fang Zhi stared at her steadily, then swept aside the loose hair at the back of her neck.

Overestimating yourself.

Zhou Heng’s contemptuous gaze dropped—

Only to see Fang Zhi peel off the soft white patch at the back of her neck.

In an instant, an overwhelmingly powerful fragrance of bamboo leaves surged outward.

Layer upon layer, like crashing waves.

So rich it was almost intoxicating.

“You…”

“Damn it!”

Fang Zhi had been wearing a suppressant patch the entire time!

Something like that was normally only used by Alphas losing control during a rut to suppress themselves.

Yet Fang Zhi wore one all year round.

The patch of skin beneath it was even a different shade from the surrounding skin, unusually pale and soft.

What the hell was wrong with this woman?!

So strong…

Was she constantly in heat or something?

Zhou Heng was actually overwhelmed in reverse, her legs going slightly weak.

Humiliated and furious, she kicked Fang Zhi in the knee and snapped sharply,

“You lowly Alpha! Are you some wild dog? You can’t even control your own pheromones!”

“Sorry.”

After only a few seconds, Fang Zhi pressed the suppressant patch back into place.

“I only wanted to prove it to you.”

She deliberately did not dodge the kick.

Her body staggered and she nearly fell, yet the same signature smile remained on her face.

There was almost some hidden trace of smugness in that smile.

Zhou Heng became even angrier.

“Who told you to release pheromones here? Who are you trying to seduce?”

She was used to being surrounded by people catering to her every whim.

Still furious, she lifted her leg again, intending to keep kicking Fang Zhi to vent her anger.

But the woman who had remained silent all this time finally lifted her long, elegant eyes.

The beauty mark beneath one eye shifted faintly.

A bone-deep chill radiated from her.

Fang Zhi’s servile, submissive posture was truly disgusting.

For such a small amount of money, how could she still have the nerve to smile like that?

Song Yanyue interrupted coldly,

“Zhou Heng, stop acting insane here.”

“Do you even look like the eldest daughter of the Zhou family anymore?”

Song Yanyue had actually reprimanded her because of Fang Zhi?

Zhou Heng glared hatefully at Fang Zhi.

Just you wait.

Then she seemed to remember something and immediately turned to inspect Song Yanyue.

Fortunately, Song Yanyue treated everyone the same.

There was no unusual reaction at all.

She really was frigid.

Zhou Heng looked at Fang Zhi.

“See you at the auction.”

“The guests and I will be waiting.”

Fang Zhi remained silent for a moment, tightened her grip around the outfit, and walked toward the changing room.

Song Yanyue’s expression darkened.

“You’re really this…”

Fang Zhi raised her brows slightly and finished the sentence for her.

“Shameless?”

“Mm. Yes.”

“You should leave quickly, President Song. What comes next will look even worse.”

She flashed Song Yanyue her brightest smile in response to the woman’s icy face.

It successfully infuriated Song Yanyue into silence.

Song Yanyue turned and left.

She should have known long ago.

Fang Zhi was exactly this kind of Alpha.

An Alpha who would do anything for money.

Lowly.

Shameless.

Unscrupulous.

Inside the VIP changing room hung a large screen showing the auction live.

Zhou Heng soon appeared on camera, smiling as she emphasized that tonight’s private auction would only feature a few worthless “little toys.”

She deliberately looked toward the camera, as though meeting Fang Zhi’s eyes across the distance, then maliciously snapped her fingers.

Bright lights flooded the red velvet auction stage.

The camera pushed forward and focused.

Every fine ice-crackle pattern on a Song Dynasty porcelain vase was clearly visible, perfectly displayed across the giant screen.

Soon—

The thing being magnified and displayed for everyone’s enjoyment would be her.

The last time Fang Zhi had stood beneath spotlights this bright was when she won an ACM gold medal.

Squinting into the dazzling light back then, what she had thought about was not some grand future.

It was that everything was finally settled.

And that someone was waiting for her to come home.

Home.

“…”

The stabbing pain in her shoulder had finally grown impossible to ignore.

Fang Zhi lowered her eyes and sent a message to a friend.

Then she rubbed her face in front of the mirror until her pale complexion looked barely flushed enough before finally shaking out the slip dress and holding it against herself.

Click.

Heavy footsteps sank into the carpet.

Fang Zhi turned her head.

She met Song Yanyue’s sharp, disgusted stare, fixed unblinkingly on her.

Fang Zhi smiled.

“Did you change your mind, President Song?”

“Want to lend me some money?”

The tall, elegant woman leaned against a golden-thread nanmu wood cabinet.

She simply stared.

She said nothing.

Fang Zhi had already stopped caring and shamelessly said,

“If you’re not buying, don’t look.”

“Safe trip. I won’t see you out.”

“Haven’t I already seen plenty?”

Song Yanyue simply sat down.

Her long legs crossed elegantly.

Even the way she gazed at Fang Zhi with pure malice was beautiful, as though she were attending some refined exhibition.

Coldly, she ordered,

“Continue.”

Take it off.

Fang Zhi said,

“That costs extra.”

Before the words had even finished leaving her mouth, the woman tapped her knuckles against a silver-white briefcase beside her.

Click.

The case sprang open.

Inside were dazzling, glaring stacks of cash.

Bundle after bundle of brand-new banknotes filled the entire case.

The visual impact was overwhelming.

Fang Zhi’s eyes widened.

For the first time, she realized Song Yanyue was serious.

The gentle Song Yanyue from the past.

The Song Yanyue who used to cry because of her…

In the end, all of it had turned into naked disgust and humiliation.

How had they come to this?

There was not much worth looking at on Fang Zhi’s thin body.

Under her white shirt, thick layers of gauze were still wrapped around her.

The wound on her shoulder seemed to have split open again.

It itched and hurt, boring straight into her flesh.

Knock, knock.

Urgent knocking sounded at the door.

The large screen reminded her that it was time to go onstage for the auction.

At Zhou Heng’s malicious insistence, Fang Zhi had to personally go up and introduce herself.

She had not even appeared yet.

Just from the host saying the words “special pheromones,” those rich playboys had already begun laughing and shouting bids.

One hundred fifty thousand.

Four hundred thousand.

Seven hundred thousand…

Among all the auction items, she was considered “cheap merchandise.”

“Five million.”

Song Yanyue lifted a hand and threw the money directly into Fang Zhi’s face.

Red banknotes flew through the air.

Like the fireworks show she had once promised Fang Zhi.

One sharp corner grazed her cheek.

It was only a tiny, tiny cut.

A single bright-red bead of blood slowly emerged.

Her cheek burned.

Her little finger trembled uncontrollably.

With such a huge sum of money being thrown into her face, she should immediately crouch down, pick it all up, and happily change clothes for Song Yanyue to watch.

Even Fang Zhi herself had never realized her dignity was worth so much.

But when she met the woman’s mocking gaze—

What came to mind instead was that first summer when they fell in love.

Song Yanyue’s delicate fingers sliding across her skin, cool from the air-conditioning and carrying the fragrance of violets.

She had adjusted Fang Zhi’s bra straps to the right length.

The silver clasps that had been tangled messily became neatly arranged.

Fang Zhi’s nervousness and embarrassment had gradually been replaced by a strange sense of comfort.

Before that, she had always simply made do.

Settled for whatever worked.

She had not even known her own bust measurement or cup size.

Ill-fitting bras always dug painfully into her skin, leaving deep red marks.

They had been like armor—

Protecting that heart of hers that always insisted, It doesn’t matter.

“No one ever taught you these things.”

“But from today onward, you’ll know.”

Song Yanyue had shown no disgust.

Her pale gray eyes had been filled with tenderness.

Now, little by little, that gentleness was being covered over by a sharp and disgusted gaze.

Song Yanyue had thrown five million at her—

Just to watch her take off her clothes.

Even when someone had slashed her arm with a kitchen knife while she was stopping the hospital disturbance, Fang Zhi had not wanted to cry.

Yet all the grievance and sadness accumulated throughout the entire day surged up at that moment.

Under the gaze of those eyes that had once loved her.

If she had never been loved in the first place, perhaps she could have endured it.

But the one thing Fang Zhi could not accept was Song Yanyue looking at her like this.

Even less could she bear the thought of Song Yanyue seeing the wound beneath her clothes and pitying her.

“I don’t want it.”

“I’ll go through with the auction.”

The girl forced out a smile.

She messily pulled the slip dress over her clothes, making herself look ridiculous and absurd, then turned to leave amid the chorus of bids from the rich playboys outside.

The woman who had remained indifferent the entire time abruptly shot to her feet.

She forcefully grabbed Fang Zhi’s hand, fingers digging into her arm, and gritted out,

“Fang Zhi, you’d rather let those strangers humiliate you?”

“You’re that desperate to climb into a wealthy family?”

The moment she came close, an intense violet fragrance crashed into Fang Zhi’s senses.

Unlike its usual cold and elegant scent, Song Yanyue’s pheromones were now almost overwhelmingly rich, carrying the uncontrollable possessiveness of a top-tier Omega as they completely enveloped her.

Pheromones reflected their owner’s emotions truthfully.

So Fang Zhi could very easily sense…

Disgust.

Deep, profound disgust.

The room was terrifyingly quiet.

Only their tangled breathing remained.

Song Yanyue stood directly in front of her.

Her custom suit sharpened the clean line of her shoulders, her face cold as frost.

Every inch of her radiated aloof restraint and untouchable nobility.

In those pale gray eyes churned overwhelming hatred, as though she wanted to nail Fang Zhi onto a cross and subject her to endless judgment and dismemberment.

No one knew that beneath this taut, hostile atmosphere—

Clear wetness had already begun soaking the inside of her custom-tailored suit trousers, spreading into a small darkened patch.

The thin fabric wrapped tightly around long, full curves.

A faint trail of moisture slowly wound downward along them.

Completely soaked.

That tiny amount of pheromones Fang Zhi had released in the corridor had dealt a devastating blow to Song Yanyue.

She had suffered from pheromone disorder for a long time.

Every heat, she endured purely through force of will.

Yet she was utterly incapable of resisting Fang Zhi’s temptation.

Fang Zhi wore that irritating, stubborn smile as though nothing mattered to her.

But a faint mist had gathered over those gentle eyes, lowered with traces of melancholy and sorrow.

It was Fang Zhi who was willing to sell herself for money—

Yet she somehow made it look as though she were the one being wronged.

She had always been good at acting.

“Not enough?”

The woman forcibly suppressed the hatred surging beneath her eyes.

The beauty mark beneath one eye trembled.

Hot breath slipped between her thin lips as her magnetic voice bit down on every word.

“Fifty million.”