After Secretly Marrying My Rival Omega - Chapter 6

“Nonsense, who’s the bully here?” She had been raised well since childhood. She would never slap someone in front of everyone—that wouldn’t be proper and would only invite gossip.

Sheng Ruxi was like a blooming rose: beautiful, vibrant, but never for others to trample or pick. This delicate-looking flower, once angered, could turn even the dew on her petals into a weapon. Besides, wasn’t Jian Jixing the one who got herself into trouble by looking at her like that in the first place? The touch on her earlobe wasn’t strong—soft and teasing, with a faint ticklish itch.

But the moment Jian Jixing spoke, Sheng Ruxi’s rebellious streak flared instantly. She tugged off her bath towel, loosely wrapped it over her head, and revealed her face. She knew perfectly well which pose, which expression, which look made her most stunning—especially in front of an audience.

The moment her face appeared, Jian Jixing’s lazy expression changed. Her brows furrowed sharply, and she looked like she was about to vomit. Her lips barely pressed shut when Sheng Ruxi instinctively took a step back. Jian Jixing was going to throw up! All the staff froze in place. Seriously? Did Director Jian hate Sheng Ruxi so much that even making eye contact made her sick? How could any alpha in the world look at Sheng Ruxi’s face and still feel disgusted?! Behind Jian Jixing,

Meng Zhao walked over. The wine stains on her weren’t fully wiped off, and her body reeked of alcohol even stronger than before. Her pheromones smelled like red wine. Just a little mixed into the spilled alcohol—didn’t it smell good? Didn’t anyone want to “taste” it? In the industry, everyone said working with Jian Jixing was the safest and cleanest deal. She was calm and professional, her films spoke with their quality, and there were never any casting couch rumors.

Despite intense work schedules, she never carried suppressants or a bite inhibitor, yet no pheromone scent ever leaked from her on set. It wasn’t that omegas hadn’t tried to seduce Jian Jixing before, but without exception, they all disappeared without a trace afterward. Rumor had it she was frigid, but Meng Zhao didn’t believe that. With Jian Jixing’s status, what kind of omega couldn’t she have? She just hadn’t smelled the right one yet.

Meng Zhao was determined to seize this rare opportunity. She deliberately released her pheromones, targeting Jian Jixing. But to Jian Jixing, this wasn’t temptation; it was assault and violation. A violent wave surged straight to her brain. She didn’t smell any sweetness at all—only nausea that churned in her gut, sour bile rising up, and a burning sensation spreading from her gland to her nerves.

When an alpha is attacked, their temperament sharpens. Whether they can stay rational depends entirely on their willpower. But right now, Jian Jixing didn’t want to hold back. Her face went blank, like a sheet of ice. The stench was unbearable. Once she finished throwing up, she was absolutely going to make Meng Zhao— Luckily, she still had the sense to shove Sheng Ruxi out of the way.

A white blur flew toward her. Jian Jixing instinctively caught it. The soft bath towel landed over her nose and mouth. Warm oatmeal scent quietly slipped in, driving out the nauseating pheromone odor.

Sheng Ruxi’s pheromone. She had tossed her bath towel to Jian Jixing, her expression not the slightest bit tender: “Who wants your vomit towel? Take it away.” But Jian Jixing parted her lips slightly and turned to glance back. Meng Zhao staggered back a step, horrified. What had she just seen? Jian Jixing’s… fangs? They didn’t look like she was about to mark someone—they looked like she wanted to bite her to death.

People always said Jian Jixing hated omegas releasing pheromones around her, let alone trying to seduce her. But no one ever mentioned what happened if you crossed that line. Meng Zhao’s vision blurred, leaving only Jian Jixing’s chilling gaze in her mind. Cold sweat drenched her back.

Jian Jixing turned back again, grabbed Sheng Ruxi’s wrist tightly, and pulled her out of the set. One hand holding Sheng Ruxi, the other pressing the bath towel to her nose, she hurried toward Sheng Ruxi’s trailer.

Sheng Ruxi yanked her hand free. “If you’re gonna puke, just puke. Don’t you dare throw up in my car later.” Jian Jixing let out a snort. The shred of rationality she had regained was nearly undone by Sheng Ruxi’s attitude.

“Biting the hand that feeds you,” Jian Jixing muttered as she lowered the towel. The blotchy wine stains had already spread, red wine soaking through, but she couldn’t smell a thing—only oatmeal with a hint of milk. There was no doubt Sheng Ruxi had released her pheromones to cover the mess. Her mouth, though, was still as sharp as ever.

She still clutched the bath towel, her fingertips rubbing lightly over it, lost in thought. “So, you admit you were standing up for me on purpose just now,” Sheng Ruxi said, her lips slightly pouting, blinking her eyes playfully. “Were you trying to comfort me?”

The coffee cart and dessert stand Jian Jixing had brought onto the set, all grand and imposing—wasn’t that just to visit her? Without even telling her first… Sheng Ruxi knew this was Jian Jixing’s way of softening. She still needed her. And today was Saturday.

Sheng Ruxi had been counting the days—Jian Jixing’s heat was here. “Say it,” Sheng Ruxi’s voice dropped, almost a whisper, sounding like she was half-coaxing, half-teasing. Her slender finger poked Jian Jixing’s chest. “What are you here for today?” She wanted Jian Jixing to admit out loud that she wanted to mark her.

When Jian Jixing was in heat, she was like a different person. Proper and controlled in public, but in bed, she was like a beast. Normally, Sheng Ruxi often teased her about being cold and frigid. But now, just thinking of those words made her waist ache. Right now, Jian Jixing felt her usual calm slipping. Sheng Ruxi’s finger on her chest made her heart numb.

A sudden restless irritation surged with Sheng Ruxi’s teasing. One bite and she’ll behave, Jian Jixing thought. “If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known you were being bullied out here,” Jian Jixing said after calming herself.

“Meng Zhao sent me an audition clip—just now, that exact scene.” Her new film hadn’t even started pre-production yet, and she’d already received countless audition tapes. Meng Zhao was calculating—she knew about Jian and Sheng’s past, so she probably sent that scene on purpose to grab attention.

Sheng Ruxi scoffed. “Who was being bullied? Even without you backing me up, I can handle myself.” Would it kill her to just admit she came for her? Sheng Ruxi bit her lip, withdrawing her finger. She couldn’t even leave a step down for her. How was Sheng Ruxi supposed to say, “Once I finish filming today, I’ll go home with you and help you through your heat like a good wife”?

Cool air leaked from the trailer while sunlight streamed outside.

Sheng Ruxi didn’t seem to notice she was standing in the sun, her skin glowing like fine glass. The breeze carried her sweet berry scent.  Seeing Jian Jixing staring silently, Sheng Ruxi smirked again. “I know you can’t hold back. Wouldn’t it have been better to treat me nicely earlier? Rushing here to back me up, saying such harsh words—aren’t you afraid someone will upload it online and you’ll get scolded?”

Jian Jixing chuckled. “I wasn’t here to pick you up, just to visit the set. I’m not in a rush.”

“Liar.” Sheng Ruxi’s smile didn’t fade. She tilted her head slightly, her gland faintly visible between her soft hair. “You spoke so harshly to Meng Zhao. I know your personality—I’ll just take it as sweet talk for me.” Her eyes turned, deliberately coaxing Jian Jixing to say a few more soft words.

Jian Jixing smiled again. “Since when did telling the truth count as sweet talk? Your standards are too low. Aren’t you afraid someone else will fool you with a few words someday?” Being teased like that, Sheng Ruxi’s face fell, the anticipation in her eyes replaced with annoyance. After hesitating for a moment, she blurted, “Shrew!”

“Thanks for the compliment. Since you’re willing to marry a shrew, it must be tough for you,” Jian Jixing replied lazily, clearly recovered. She wasn’t the least bit serious as she stepped back to leave. Sheng Ruxi had no comeback this time. Furious, she stomped her foot. “Don’t you dare walk away! Jian Jixing, I hate you! I’m definitely not coming home tonight…”

Jian Jixing turned back. Sheng Ruxi was angry, but her voice softened, playing the generous one now. “Did you forget? Chu Wu’s holding a seminar livestream tonight. Watching it here or at home makes no difference. She even invited me to join as a guest and ask questions—that’s a rare chance.” Jian Jixing’s voice dropped low, almost like a spell. “Come home. I’ll let you have that chance.”

By the time Sheng Ruxi finished work, it was evening. As soon as she got in the car, her assistant Danzi was about to ask where to go, but Sheng Ruxi spoke first: “Cancel all future collaborations with Meng Zhao.”

“Director Jian already told Manager Mei earlier. Director Zhang’s next film originally had Meng Zhao as the second female lead, but that’s been canceled too.” Sheng Ruxi blinked. “When did that happen?”

“Manager Mei said Director Jian told her before coming to the set.” Before coming… meaning the moment Jian Jixing saw Meng Zhao’s audition clip, she’d already cut off Meng Zhao’s resources. She had come and nagged her half to death, but aside from teasing her, she really had been standing up for her. Not one sweet word out of her mouth, but all her actions were ruthless—in a good way. And when those methods were aimed at people with bad intentions, Sheng Ruxi only felt satisfied.

“Director Jian didn’t stop there either. She gave you so much face. The staff thought she was visiting Meng Zhao’s set. But before she left, she went to see Director Zhang. When she came out, Zhang personally walked her out—and Meng Zhao’s role was gone.”

Danzi covered her mouth and giggled. Sheng Ruxi’s expression turned thoughtful. “Xi-jie, where are we going?” Danzi asked cautiously.

Sheng Ruxi lowered her eyes, her voice soft and sweet. “The villa. Take the shortcut. I need to hurry and catch Wu Wu’s livestream.”  She was going back for that rare chance to ask Chu Wu questions—not because of Jian Jixing’s kindness.

Jian Jixing sat in the study. The screen in front of her was blank. When Chu Wu’s livestream started, it would sync with the interface on her phone. The house always felt too quiet without Sheng Ruxi. Soon, Jian Jixing heard the sounds of her returning. She slowly closed her eyes, listening to the excited beat of her own heart.

Click— Sheng Ruxi pulled open the study door. Jian Jixing opened her eyes at the same time, looking toward that beautiful, surprised face like fine jade. The study was filled with pheromones. Under the warm night light, an entire wall of bookshelves stood behind a wide linen sofa big enough for two to lie on. Jian Jixing sat lazily in a solid wood official’s chair, turning her head to look at her.

The study was decorated in a traditional Chinese style, calm and serious. Yet Jian Jixing released her pheromones here without restraint, sending out an unmistakably intimate signal. The concentration of pheromones— It instantly stirred the restlessness in Sheng Ruxi’s body. “You—you’re seducing me again?”

“Just giving you a better chance to watch Chu Wu,” Jian Jixing said suddenly, locking her gaze on Sheng Ruxi as the oppressive air around her grew heavier. “What? You don’t want to watch?”

“I came back just to watch Wu Wu!” Sheng Ruxi snapped. Head held high, she strode straight to the wooden chair as if it were her rightful seat. Just as she reached the desk, the livestream popped up on the screen.

Chu Wu’s broadcast had begun. At the same time, Jian Jixing placed her hands on the table from behind Sheng Ruxi, caging her in her arms. Warm breath brushed her ear as Jian Jixing whispered low, “Watch it just like this.”