After Secretly Marrying My Rival Omega - Chapter 2

“Jian Jixing, stop dreaming.” Instead, Sheng Ruxi curved her eyes into a smile, letting her body relax. Her voice was sweet, yet not overly affected. Her smiling eyes contrasted with her indifferent words, as if she had just heard a joke.

Since their school days, Sheng Ruxi had always enjoyed competing with Jian Jixing. Their goals had always overlapped, even down to liking the same person. At the thought of Chu Wu’s face, Sheng Ruxi’s tears stopped, and her voice steadied.

“Oh, wait… no. Even in your dreams, I wouldn’t beg you.”

Jian Jixing suddenly laughed. “Sheng Ruxi, I thought you’d have learned to be smarter after what happened before.” If Sheng Ruxi had been smarter, the mistake from that night two months ago wouldn’t have happened. If Sheng Ruxi hadn’t been so sharp-tongued and unwilling to back down, they wouldn’t have ended up in that heated moment. “It goes both ways. Why should I beg you?”

Sheng Ruxi glared at Jian Jixing with reddened eyes. She knew her strengths too well—her face and her acting skills were her greatest assets. Even Jian Jixing, aware that this fox was deceiving her again, still thought Sheng Ruxi was in pain. So, she released her grip on Sheng Ruxi’s high heel.

Seizing the opportunity, Sheng Ruxi immediately pulled her leg away from Jian Jixing, suppressing the discomfort in her glands. “Director Jian has such unique tastes—only enjoying the feeling of unrequited longing.”

Jian Jixing: “…” Sheng Ruxi truly couldn’t go a moment without provoking her. “The air outside is thick with pheromones, and it’s crowded. If you don’t come back with me now, you’ll be stuck here in heat.” Jian Jixing warned her. “What, have you forgotten what the doctor said about our condition?”

In their special state, staying with the Alpha who had marked her was the only right choice. Prioritizing her temper and splitting up would only make things worse. The words struck a nerve, and Sheng Ruxi’s smug expression faltered slightly.

Jian Jixing had already let go of Sheng Ruxi and was walking away. “You just wait, Jian Jixing.” Sheng Ruxi’s chest heaved with uneven breaths before she finally lifted the hem of her dress, stepped onto the ground, and followed. Ten minutes later, the motorcycle sped through the night.

The only difference was the extra passenger on the back. Even though she had to ride the bike, Sheng Ruxi hadn’t changed out of her beautiful dress, though she now wore a black motorcycle jacket over it.

“Hold on tight.” Jian Jixing’s terse words were carried by the wind. Sheng Ruxi retorted, “I won’t touch you—ahhh!” The sudden acceleration made her eat her words. She immediately pressed her hands against Jian Jixing’s back, taking several seconds to recover before yelling angrily, “Slow down! Are you trying to kill us?!”

“What’s this supposed to be?” Jian Jixing’s mischievousness was on full display the moment she accelerated. “Super speed, super short life,” Sheng Ruxi forced out between gritted teeth. Without turning her head, Jian Jixing replied, “No need to curse your spouse to an early death. We signed an agreement—my assets won’t go to you if I die.” As if she cared about Jian Jixing’s money—she had her own.

Sheng Ruxi snapped, “Jian Jixing, if you weren’t so sharp-tongued, maybe you’d have actually won Chu Wu over by now. Ever consider that?” Jian Jixing scoffed. “Says the one who hasn’t succeeded either.”

“…”

Sheng Ruxi pinched Jian Jixing’s waist without hesitation. The car’s speed didn’t slow, though Jian Jixing’s voice tightened slightly. “So fond of acting like a rogue, huh?”

The sheer audacity—who was the real rogue here? Sheng Ruxi couldn’t let that slide. “When it comes to being a rogue, how could I compare to Director Jian? You don’t even spare your own love rival.”

Just thinking about that night… Ignoring the humiliation and frustration, Sheng Ruxi was still simmering with anger. Jian Jixing gripped the steering wheel. Though she couldn’t turn around, she could practically feel Sheng Ruxi’s fury radiating from the back seat. She’s the one who’s mad?

“Me, acting like a rogue?” Jian Jixing said. “Movie Queen Sheng must have a short memory. Have you forgotten who was begging that night?” As she spoke, a lingering warmth seemed to cling to her ears. That night had been over two months ago, but the moment it was mentioned, vivid images forced their way into her mind.

Sheng Ruxi’s way of pleading was as unreasonable as she was.

Jian Jixing had initially pushed her away, but an omega in heat had no rationality—even her pheromones conspired to entice. Her skin was like milk, yet her scent was the tangy sweetness of berries. A single touch, a squeeze, and juice spilled forth. “You’re the one to talk!” Sheng Ruxi snapped. “If it weren’t for your pheromones seducing me, I wouldn’t have lost control.”

Arrogant. Spoiled. These were Sheng Ruxi’s trademarks, and Jian Jixing had witnessed them firsthand. When sober, she was practically itching to ride roughshod over Jian Jixing. When not sober—well, she had ridden her. The memories made Jian Jixing’s face heat, but recalling what came after cooled her down again.

But it was just that one time. After they were pushed into getting married, sharing a bed became nothing more than a duty—stiffly pulling up the covers, turning off the lights, going through the motions.

Jian Jixing stewed in silence, eventually concluding that arguing with Sheng Ruxi now was as pointless as the rigid gap between them when they slept. In the end, she let out a low, mocking laugh. That absurd night between Jian Jixing and Sheng Ruxi should have ended quietly. But when Jian Jixing returned home, her mother, Yan Yaojin, caught the lingering scent of an omega on her.

Yan Yaojin had always known about her daughter’s condition. Suppressing her shock, she immediately went to consult their family doctor—only to run into Fang Wanning, Sheng Ruxi’s mother, who was there for the same reason. Fang Wanning had come to ask about her daughter: She came home this morning reeking of an alpha. Both the Jian and Sheng families wielded considerable influence and maintained private medical teams. They happened to visit Dr. Tang Zhi at the same time.

One inquiry later, and it became clear that both daughters had been equally reckless. Since her differentiation, Jian Jixing had never experienced a rut. The scent of any omega made her nauseous, so detecting an omega’s pheromones on her was supposed to be impossible.

As for Sheng Ruxi—after turning nineteen, she treated suppressants like water, disregarding her unstable health despite repeated warnings. Finding an alpha’s scent on her should have been equally unthinkable.

Dr. Tang Zhi made notes as he asked, “Describe the scents you detected on them.”

Yan Yaojin and Fang Wanning spoke simultaneously. “Blueberries, strawberries, mixed berries, and oatmeal—sweet, tangy, with a milky undertone. Quite pleasant.”

“Dried tangerine peel and agarwood. It’s a very distinctive scent—I couldn’t possibly mistake it.” After speaking, both saw shock and awkwardness reflected in each other’s eyes. —Wasn’t this the scent of their own child’s pheromones?

Case closed. That evening, Yan Yaojin personally intervened, bringing along Jian Jixing’s maternal uncle Yan Cheng, to formally discuss and settle the marriage between Jian Jixing and Sheng Ruxi with the Sheng family. The two younger generation members were notably absent.

Tang Zhi simultaneously informed Jian Jixing that to cure her hidden ailment of being unable to accept omega pheromones, she would need to undergo three treatment courses, each lasting four months. Once a month, totaling a year—twelve exchanges of sex hormones. In short: multiple instances of intercourse and temporary marking.

Jian Jixing’s first reaction wasn’t to find it absurd, but rather to think Sheng Ruxi would never agree. How could Sheng Ruxi possibly cooperate? Not a single word was exchanged between them by the time they returned to the villa, nor did Jian Jixing slow her driving speed.

They showered in separate bathrooms. Sheng Ruxi loved soaking in the bath, submerging herself in hot water to relax, finally letting out a long sigh of relief. Only when she picked up her phone did she notice the messages from Yan Fuzheng.

Yan Fuzheng: Don’t run your mouth again. You always get mouthy during your heat—easy to provoke. You okay now? She is your wife, after all. Play nice. Vanished so fast. Didn’t see you or Jian Jixing in the rest of the livestream. Meanwhile, Meng Zhao kept congratulating Director Jian nonstop. Hilarious—still milking it after you left.

Sheng Ruxi replied: What wife? I married her to crush her. The power to hate lies in my hands. Yan Fuzheng was exasperated: Quit the tough act. You’ll be begging her to bite you soon. She’s entering her rut too. If she wants to bite me, won’t she have to beg? Sheng Ruxi typed furiously. I’ll never beg her!

The silence on the other end was deafening before a reply finally came: So… what does her pheromone actually smell like?

Sheng Ruxi’s fingers froze mid-type. Everyone knew Jian Jixing was a formidable alpha, with unparalleled self-control—her pheromones had never leaked publicly.

But Sheng Ruxi knew. Since childhood, she’d always craved the unique. Even if it was Jian Jixing, Sheng Ruxi felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Steam from the bath left her slightly lightheaded. She quickly shook off the odd feeling and emerged wrapped in a robe, no longer suppressing her own pheromones.

Tonight, she’d claimed another trophy, cementing her status as the industry’s hottest star. Yet the entire event had felt mundane, almost expected—it was hers by right. Only now did her pulse race, her ears burning, solely because of the deep, oppressive scent enveloping her—Jian Jixing’s pheromones.

Jian Jixing had finished showering earlier and now lay on the left side of the bed, casually flipping through a book. Sheng Ruxi knew she’d already caught her scent. But she showed no reaction, clearly waiting for Sheng Ruxi to make the first move. The picture of someone merely fulfilling an obligation.

Though Jian Jixing appeared unaffected, according to the doctor, her condition was actually worse. So why was the one in need acting so entitled?

Sheng Ruxi walked over and lay down on the right side. The sheets and blankets had been changed—no trace of last night remained. She had already lain down, yet Jian Jixing remained motionless. Sheng Ruxi, unable to hold back, snatched the book from Jian Jixing’s hands and tossed it aside. Her heartbeat stuttered heavily at the action, and Sheng Ruxi grew increasingly restless—the frustration of unmet desire rapidly climbing.

A soft thud—the thick book struck the bedside lamp, extinguishing the light. This was Sheng Ruxi’s habit—she disliked keeping the lights on. It was also her signal, telling Jian Jixing that the task had officially begun.

The invisible boundary between them momentarily dissolved. Jian Jixing silently moved closer while Sheng Ruxi lay with her back turned, the sash of her nightgown already loosened, allowing Jian Jixing to easily tug it down slightly. Her rut period and Sheng Ruxi’s heat were close in timing, yet they never aligned, forcing them to do this twice a month.

Just as Jian Jixing needed treatment, Sheng Ruxi, due to long-term suppressant use, had grown numb to all Alpha pheromones. During her heat, her temper became volatile—cold, irritable, yet coincidentally responsive only to Jian Jixing’s mark. Their conditions were perfectly suited for combined treatment. Aside from the two married individuals, the elders were overjoyed.

As she drew closer to Sheng Ruxi’s scent gland, the sweet, rich fragrance intensified. Jian Jixing was affected too—her lips parted slightly, her canines faintly visible. But Sheng Ruxi didn’t move, so Jian Jixing reached out, pulling her over. Sheng Ruxi immediately struggled, but her waist was pinned firmly.

Sheng Ruxi could sense Jian Jixing was on the verge of losing control. Her nightgown pooled on the sheets as she shifted, forced to gaze at Jian Jixing’s silhouette in the dimness. Even now, she was still holding back. Even without the light, Sheng Ruxi could feel the scorching intensity of that gaze—trailing from her eyes to her lips, then lower. Sheng Ruxi couldn’t stand it, yet she forced herself to stay still.

“If you’re unwilling, I won’t force you,” Jian Jixing suddenly released her, flipping the covers aside to rise. A person of rigid discipline, she fell apart completely around Sheng Ruxi—her routine in shambles. Nights were spent tossing and turning, and this high-maintenance woman would even boss her around in the middle of the night when thirsty or hungry, all because she’d been bitten.

Sheng Ruxi hated how Jian Jixing seemed to have everything under control. Yet when Jian Jixing abruptly withdrew, she unexpectedly felt the chill in the air, shivering involuntarily. “Do you even know what foreplay is? When did I say I was unwilling?” Sheng Ruxi’s voice carried a hint of anger. “Since I’ve already lain down, you should take the hint. Couldn’t you at least ask me to cooperate? Being your girlfriend must be exhausting—good thing you never won Chu Wu over.”

Since she and Jian Jixing were already forced to share a bed, Sheng Ruxi refused to let her sex life be devoid of quality. She had strong objections to this perfunctory routine. Blockhead! Single for life! Serves you right!

Jian Jixing now stood by the bed, looking down at her, utterly baffled as to why Sheng Ruxi would bring up another Alpha at a time like this—even if that person was Chu Wu. Her eyes had adjusted to the dimness. Pale moonlight filtered through the window, casting faint light over Sheng Ruxi’s curves as the covers were thrown aside.

Sheng Ruxi’s eyes gleamed with irritation. Jian Jixing felt her own scent gland throbbing—hot, searing, as pheromones surged uncontrollably. Tonight, was supposed to be Sheng Ruxi’s heat cycle, yet here she was—the Alpha meant to assist her—being forced to beg instead. Whatever.

Swallowing her pride wasn’t a big deal. She just didn’t want Sheng Ruxi to start crying again—that would only complicate things further.

“Fine, I’m begging you.” Was that really how you asked for a favor?

Sheng Ruxi: “Now I don’t want to anymore!” The atmosphere instantly turned icy. Jian Jixing smirked humorlessly and turned to leave, but Sheng Ruxi lifted her leg and kicked at her.

The next moment, Sheng Ruxi’s ankle was effortlessly caught, and an overwhelming presence enveloped her, leaving her with no chance of escape. Jian Jixing gripped her ankle and dragged Sheng Ruxi to the edge of the bed. As she stepped back, the lights flicked on again in an instant. The bathrobe had always been practically useless, and now, in a flash, Sheng Ruxi lay before Jian Jixing like a fully bloomed, exquisite rose—utterly exposed.

Sheng Ruxi nearly screamed, dizziness washing over her. Jian Jixing was being a damn pervert again! “Does this count as foreplay?” Jian Jixing arched a brow slightly, idly pressing her thumb against the tip of Sheng Ruxi’s toes while studying her tearful expression. Soon after, her palm glided up gently.

Finally, her gaze settled on Sheng Ruxi’s body, and she chuckled softly, her other hand already undoing her own buttons. “Do you want the lights off? Why are you trembling… Sheng Ruxi, if you want them off, then beg me properly.”