Using Beauty to Commit Crimes (Lily ABO) - Chapter 2

Of course Jiang Yan didn’t do what everyone at the orphanage had imagined—dragging those two still-immature Alphas straight up to the massive bed in her bedroom in broad daylight.

Or even worse: right there in the car, yanking down their pants or lifting their skirts, taking those clearly never-before-used cocks into her mouth, licking and sucking with greedy, ravenous hunger, swallowing every thick, musky spurt of white cum, not even letting a single drop at the corner of her lips go to waste.

Then shamelessly spreading her legs, using her rich Omega pheromones and her dripping-wet cunt to coax them back to hardness, guiding those ferocious-yet-pink-hard cock inside her and fucking them until she had wrung them completely dry.

The reality was far more mundane: she simply handed the two children over to her assistant Cheng Sihe to look after, then got straight into another car without sparing them so much as a second glance.

She had work to do. The acquisition of FXD Group’s clean energy project had reached its most critical stage; she had zero spare energy for frivolous distractions.

She wasn’t some spoiled second-generation heir living off the family fortune. In fact, Jiang Yan was the very person who had pulled the once-shaky Jiang family back from the brink and made it rise again.

A large part of that success came from having lived two lifetimes. When you already have a rough grasp of capital flows and key technological turning points over the next ten years, it’s hard *not* to make money—unless you’re truly incompetent.

There were still challenges, of course. The biggest one was convincing the money-grubbing old fossils on the board to pour countless sums into emerging industries that seemed ethereal and intangible, with no clear timeline for returns.

For an unmarked 20-year-old female Omega to win the support of those self-important Alphas was harder than ascending to heaven.

But after Jiang Yan used some under-the-table tactics and unceremoniously booted two uncle-generation directors without giving them any face, things became much simpler.

“You fucking bitch whose brain got ruined by suppressants!”

One of those uncles had bellowed that curse at her as he stormed out.

At the time, Jiang Yan had burst out laughing, rolled up her sleeve in front of the entire board, and injected herself with double-strength suppressant—perfectly confirming his accusation with her own actions.

By the time Jiang Yan finally dealt with all the trouble and returned home, a full month had passed.

The moment she stepped through the door, she kicked off her red-soled high heels. The instant her swollen, reddened feet touched the cool solid-wood floor, she let out a comfortable moan.

Those three-inch red bottoms started as an essential part of a female Omega CEO’s powerful aura, but after an hour they turned into instruments of exquisite torture.

Jiang Yan downed more than half a glass of ice water in one go. Right now, an emergency meeting of FXD Group’s senior executives was probably still underway. The main topic: why Jiang Yan had suddenly turned cold and stone-faced during the acquisition intent meeting.

They would never guess the real reason—she had simply spaced out for a second and nearly twisted her ankle on the overly soft carpet.

“How did it go?” Jiang Yan tossed her peacock-blue trench coat into her assistant’s arms, bent down, and opened the waist-high white refrigerator. Inside were packed rows of powerful suppressants and specially prepared freeze-dried Alpha pheromones.

Long-term use of suppressants builds resistance and brings a host of side effects. The most troublesome is severe dysregulation and chaos during heat periods.

The solution isn’t complicated: periodic use of freeze-dried Alpha pheromones for regulation. But that was something Jiang Yan only learned in her previous life—after a group of Alphas forcibly marked her in rapid succession on her 30th birthday, causing her death.

It had been her 30th birthday banquet. The suppressants failed without any warning. An unmarked Omega was like fresh, bloodied meat tossed into a pack of wolves… Jiang Yan shook her head sharply, forcing that suddenly surging, wretched memory back down into the deepest corner of her mind.

Learn from one disaster, grow wiser. That kind of experience—she had no intention of living through it a second time in this life.