After Faking My Death, The Iceberg Omega Became Pregnant With My Child - Chapter 4

Inside the golden hall, heirs and heiresses from wealthy families were still enthusiastically calling out bids.

Some looked triumphant, others brimming with confidence. Beneath the cameras, everything was luxurious and dazzling, yet at this moment, all those voices blurred together into chaotic background noise, transmitted live through the sound system.

Fang Zhi couldn’t hear any of it clearly.

The woman’s indifferent, slightly hoarse voice drowned out the entire world.

Once, that voice had whispered words of love.

Now, it was coldly naming a price.

“Is it worth it?”

Fang Zhi let the superficial smile fall from her face and threw Song Yanyue’s own words back at her.

Spending a fortune—

Just to buy a chance to humiliate her?

Fang Zhi couldn’t understand it.

What exactly went on inside the minds of rich people?

Or perhaps she had never understood what Song Yanyue was thinking in the first place.

Someone who controlled a billion-dollar fortune had once willingly played house with her in a poor person’s world.

Song Yanyue said, “Don’t you like money?”

“The one thing I have no shortage of is money.”

Bright stacks of cash lay scattered around their feet.

Fang Zhi wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, smearing that tiny drop of blood.

There was no doubt about it.

Song Yanyue was doing this for revenge.

Revenge for Fang Zhi having looked down on her for being poor back then.

Would seeing Fang Zhi humiliated make her happy?

Then seeing her injuries should make her happy too, right?

Instead of pitying her.

After several seconds of silence, Fang Zhi bent down, picked up the scattered money, placed it on the table, and slowly began taking off her clothes.

In the full-length mirror, the slip dress clung tightly to the girl’s body, looking ridiculous layered over her shirt.

Behind her stood a woman impeccably dressed, her slightly wavy long hair falling over her shoulders.

Like every successful person, there was a sharp, aristocratic elegance in every gesture she made.

Untouchable.

The slip dress slid down.

A long-fingered hand moved to undo the second button of her shirt.

Song Yanyue watched without blinking.

Fang Zhi forced a smile at the woman through the mirror.

Her face looked especially false and stiff.

She was professional.

She understood that once she took someone’s money, she had to do the job.

The third button.

Her shirt fell partly open, faintly revealing a black sports bra underneath.

“You’ve been wearing that all this time?”

The woman finally spoke.

Her slightly hoarse voice betrayed no emotion.

Her long eyes swept lazily over Fang Zhi.

Everything she wore from head to toe belonged to Song Yanyue.

Fang Zhi touched the edge of the fabric as if only now remembering.

“Oh. You bought these for me. Do you want them back?”

“…”

The woman said nothing.

Her otherwise indifferent breathing grew a little heavier.

Angry again.

Fang Zhi sighed and hesitantly sped up.

The injury on her shoulder made her movements slow, so she decided to undo her belt first.

“Fang Zhi.”

The woman grabbed her arm hard from behind, her magnetic voice drawn taut.

“For money, you really can go this far?”

“Does this make you happy?”

Fang Zhi asked with complete seriousness.

Those clear, innocent eyes spoke the most shameless words with perfect sincerity.

The woman’s breathing became even more hurried.

Fang Zhi didn’t even understand why she was so angry.

She had already tried her best to comply with everything Song Yanyue wanted.

“Can you let go? It really hurts.”

Song Yanyue’s hands were slender and delicate, obviously those of someone who had rarely done physical labor.

Yet she was much stronger than she had been two years ago.

Almost petulantly, she deliberately twisted Fang Zhi’s arm.

Fang Zhi sucked in a sharp breath.

Dampness spread beneath the bandages.

A dull, sticky sensation seeped through, as though flesh had adhered to the fine mesh of the gauze.

Pain shot through half her body.

The Fang Zhi of the past had always been able to endure hardship.

She used to say her senses were duller than other people’s.

Even if she fell off her bike onto concrete, she wouldn’t make a sound.

Only after Song Yanyue anxiously helped her up would that slow, blank expression bloom into a brilliant smile, and the girl would throw herself into the woman’s arms like a puppy.

They were still the same seemingly harmless puppy eyes.

But the liveliness they once held was gone.

Song Yanyue tightened her fingers and sneered.

“Stop pretending. Do you think this will make me forgive you?”

Fang Zhi bit her lip.

The wound seemed to have split open.

With her free hand, she gripped her trembling pinky finger.

Song Yanyue was tall and beautifully proportioned.

At 170 centimeters, merely standing there made her presence overwhelming—sharp, cold, and untouchable.

But Fang Zhi had a broader frame and exercised often.

The eight-centimeter difference between them was obvious.

With Song Yanyue pressing herself against the girl like this, the contrast was almost like an elegant black cat confronting a large golden retriever.

It hurt.

Breaking free would have been easy.

But when Fang Zhi saw the hatred in the woman’s eyes, along with the reddened corners of them—

She stopped moving.

After hesitating, she took a folded tissue from her pocket.

It had been neatly folded twice into a perfect square.

It wasn’t some expensive perfumed handkerchief tissue, but it was clean and tidy.

“It’s clean,” Fang Zhi said gently.

That delicate, familiar touch returned.

The tissue softly wiped beneath the woman’s lowered eyes.

A tear fell without warning.

Song Yanyue’s entire body tensed.

All her strength seemed concentrated in her hand, as though the only thing keeping her upright was how tightly she was gripping Fang Zhi.

Damn it…

Why was she always so sensitive whenever it came to Fang Zhi?

It had to be the pheromones.

Those disgusting, animalistic hormones controlling her body.

Song Yanyue thought about it coldly and rationally.

Her heart was like ice.

Yet even so, she could not suppress her body’s craving.

The flush continued spreading across the woman’s fair, smooth skin, especially conspicuous against her pale complexion.

This feeling of losing control made Song Yanyue both humiliated and furious.

It only made her hate the person who caused that loss of control even more.

What right did Fang Zhi have?

She raised her long, tear-bright eyes and glared at Fang Zhi with hatred, like a water snake lying in wait among flowers.

The scent of violets trembling beneath dew swayed through the air.

The Omega’s alluring pheromones flooded the room.

The more she suppressed them, the richer and more intoxicating they became.

Her red tongue pressed against her lips behind pearly teeth.

It took every ounce of restraint she had not to make an embarrassing sound.

This was probably Fang Zhi’s goal all along.

She had gone to all this trouble—

Just to seduce her, possess her…

Her money.

Fang Zhi still wore the high-strength suppressant patch.

Only then did she finally realize something was wrong.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

She tried to help Song Yanyue sit down.

But the moment her fingertips touched Song Yanyue’s cool skin, the woman shuddered violently and said darkly,

“Don’t touch me.”

“Okay. I won’t touch you. Let me help you, all right? You’re my… boss.”

Fang Zhi swore earnestly,

“If I take advantage of you while you’re vulnerable, may I die a horrible death.”

Fang Zhi was used to talking nonsense, but that vicious oath made Song Yanyue’s brows twitch.

She looked up at her resentfully.

Fang Zhi draped the jacket she had cleaned over Song Yanyue’s legs.

Then she crouched halfway down and naturally reached up to touch her forehead.

“Do you have a fever? I’ll get a doctor.”

“Don’t.”

Song Yanyue instinctively grabbed Fang Zhi’s hand tightly.

Her face was flushed.

Her cool voice trembled with suppression.

“It won’t help. It’s… pheromone disorder…”

Fang Zhi blinked in surprise.

She hadn’t known Song Yanyue suffered from this chronic condition too.

Before they broke up, Song Yanyue had clearly been perfectly healthy.

No wonder Song Yanyue was willing to pay such an enormous amount for her…

“I understand.”

Fang Zhi peeled the suppressant patch off the back of her neck.

“I told you, don’t touch me—!”

Song Yanyue trembled all over.

Even her cold aura seemed to turn damp and soft.

“This kind of cheap attempt at getting close only makes me feel disgusted…”

Fang Zhi’s expression didn’t change.

She simply leaned in.

Pressing two fingers together, she placed a tissue between them and gently pressed against the woman’s reddened gland.

“Be good. It won’t hurt.”

This was an Omega’s most sensitive place.

Fang Zhi was extremely gentle.

Even so, tears trembled from Song Yanyue’s eyes.

The woman barely maintained the last shred of clarity in her mind.

She loosened her clenched fingers and gritted out,

“I really regret ever meeting you…”

“I’m sorry.”

Fang Zhi lowered her eyes.

She remained silent for a long time.

But the movements of her hand never stopped.

“Mm… you just swore…!”

“Don’t be nervous. I have experience with this.”

Fang Zhi spoke lightly.

“Stay still. It’ll be over soon.”

She even had the attention to spare to smile at her.

Then she gave her a soothing little pat.

The woman let out a short gasp, forced it back against her tongue, and swallowed it down in fury.

Fang Zhi said she had experience…?!

The girl was unusually skilled at massaging glands.

Even through the tissue, Song Yanyue could feel the thin calluses on her fingertips.

Clear beads of sweat slowly dampened Fang Zhi’s hair.

Song Yanyue bit down hard on her lip, refusing to make any shameful sound.

Her back remained proudly straight.

Then, as the girl leaned closer and closer—

She suddenly raised her hand.

Slap!

Fang Zhi’s cheek burned.

The slap knocked her smiling face to one side.

The expression froze there.

“You hate me this much,” Fang Zhi said, sounding a little aggrieved.

“So why did you buy my pheromones?”

“But you paid me a lot of money.”

“So I’ll still take responsibility for you.”

Fang Zhi drew in a deep breath and stepped back several paces.

From her backpack, she took out a medical device used for extracting pheromones.

Beneath the protective cap, the needle gleamed coldly.

Her injured arm made it difficult to operate.

For once, she struggled to line it up properly.

When the needle pierced her own gland, it slipped slightly off target.

“Hiss…”

Without the suppressant patch holding it back, a faint fragrance of plants and bamboo blended with the scent of violets.

Very quickly, it became lush and intoxicating, almost like aged liquor.

The pheromones extracted into the device became concentrated.

A small tube slowly filled with dark green liquid, flowing with vivid vitality.

Absinthe.

The Green Muse.

That was Fang Zhi’s true pheromone scent.

She spread the crystalline liquid across her palm and covered Song Yanyue’s slightly swollen gland with it, rubbing slowly.

High-concentration pheromones flooded into her instantly.

It was no different from pouring strong liquor directly between her lips.

Song Yanyue possessed extraordinary willpower.

In the past, she had always forced herself through these episodes by sheer determination.

But she could not endure such a gentle yet overwhelming impact.

Her indifferent pupils contracted sharply.

She leaned sideways against the sofa like a damp moon.

Her pale fingers unconsciously tightened around the jacket.

Ring, ring.

The red internal telephone rang.

It had been deliberately designed in a retro style.

Fang Zhi collapsed onto the floor beside her, panting.

Her face had gone frighteningly pale.

She glanced at the live broadcast of the auction and still forced herself upright to answer the phone.

“D217, are you dressed yet? Hurry up. Everyone’s getting impatient to see you.”

Zhou Heng’s mocking voice came through.

She wanted to humiliate Fang Zhi.

So she deliberately put the call on speaker and routed it through the sound system, letting the voice echo both over the phone and through the live broadcast.

Weren’t you proud?

Weren’t you so good at pretending?

The attendants outside had been knocking for a long time.

For once, Zhou Heng was unusually patient.

Just imagining Fang Zhi dragging her feet while humiliatingly changing into that erotic slip dress made her want to laugh.

This was a cat-and-mouse game with nowhere to escape.

A petty person intoxicated by a little power.

Of course Fang Zhi could tell how much Zhou Heng hated her—and how much she coveted Song Yanyue.

The endless upheaval of the day had already exhausted her.

Her gland throbbed.

The girl brushed back hair soaked with cold sweat, then irritably raised her middle finger at the large screen and silently curled her lips.

Haha. Sorry.

I have money now.

Fang Zhi narrowed her eyes.

Before she could say anything, she was suddenly yanked sideways.

Song Yanyue covered the girl’s mouth with one hand, snatched away the phone, and said coldly in her magnetic voice,

“Fifty million.”

“Exclusive buyout.”

“And if anyone bids higher, I’ll keep raising.”

Even her unstable breathing carried a restrained kind of allure.

The once-lively golden hall fell completely silent.

People looked at one another.

Once they confirmed who that cold, restrained voice belonged to, disbelief appeared on every face.

Song Yanyue—

That proud, abstinent iceberg queen—

Was inside the room of some lowly auction item?

Zhou Heng’s expression changed dramatically.

She hurriedly tried to say something else.

But all she heard was the piercing disconnected tone.

Beep!

Fang Zhi collapsed weakly beside Song Yanyue.

The hand covering her mouth was so soft.

It carried damp floral fragrance.

A scent that made her feel strangely safe.

She blinked slowly.

It was as if a tiny brush had gently swept across her rain-soaked world, revealing a dry, soft patch of fresh green grass beneath.

“Idiot.”

The moment Song Yanyue realized how close they were, she immediately let go.

Instead, she grabbed Fang Zhi tightly by the collar and coldly scolded her from above.

“Publicly exposing your special pheromones is no different from courting death.”

“If anyone wanted to, they could simply cut out your gland.”

“That would be the fastest way to treat pheromone disorder.”

An absolute superior.

Even though her magnetic voice was hoarse—

Even though her breathing fluctuated from speaking too quickly—

Even though a splash of concentrated absinthe pheromone stained the skin of her neck so conspicuously that even the air seemed drunk—

Song Yanyue’s hand remained perfectly steady.

Still in control of everything.

The girl obediently nodded beneath her grasp.

Yet her face plainly showed that she didn’t care about her own safety at all.

The woman in the tailored suit held Fang Zhi with one hand.

She wasn’t using much force.

The girl’s half-open shirt swayed lightly.

From beneath the inner edge of her black sports bra, half of a line of small gold-stamped lettering became visible.

It was Song Yanyue’s English name.

The slap mark on Fang Zhi’s pale cheek had still not faded.

Fang Zhi savored this rare little bit of sweetness.

As the woman’s fingers tightened and pulled her closer, those gentle puppy-dog eyes curved into a dazzling smile.

“You’re worried about me?”