Upcoming novel: After Coveting My Ailing Wife’s Inheritance. Blurb at the end.
[Bright, elegant, stubborn younger CEO Alpha × gentle, reserved, seductive older actress Omega]
Ji Congyan had mysophobia and hated physical contact with people more than anything.
Everyone knew that when an Alpha and Omega had a pheromone compatibility rate above 80%, they would feel an irresistible pull toward each other during their heat or rut.
The higher the compatibility, the stronger the pull.
After attending a dinner on behalf of her company, Ji Congyan went to her hotel room to rest. Before she could turn on the lights, a fragrance reached her, along with a sharp, intense pain in the gland at the back of her neck.
Before she could react, an Omega was pulled into her arms.
She smelled nice, but
She had crushed the carefully styled, softly curved ends of Ji Congyan’s hair.
Ji Congyan’s mysophobia went into overdrive.
She pulled her carefully styled long hair free.
With elegant composure, she pushed the Omega away, already planning to have the hotel shut down the next day.
But as soon as she pushed her away, a rich, mature fragrance of orchid and sandalwood washed over her, directly triggering her rut.
…
It was mutual.
Ji Congyan put it out of her mind in the blink of an eye.
But not long afterward
A diagnosis confirming that an Omega was pregnant was gently placed before her.
Bo Shuang, a popular actress, looked and carried herself in a way that was the complete opposite of her name. She was gentle, soft-spoken, reserved, and dignified.
She asked softly, “President Ji, will you take responsibility?”
Pregnant Omegas gave off a distinctive, sweet fragrance.
Ji Congyan nodded in a daze and signed an agreement with her.
Among other things, it required her to hug and accompany Bo Shuang when needed, and to soothe her with Alpha pheromones.
These were simple things, but for Ji Congyan, with her mysophobia, they were a challenge.
At first, even holding hands made Ji Congyan tense up. She held Bo Shuang’s hand through a blanket.
Bo Shuang patiently and gently accepted and guided her.
Later, Ji Congyan could easily hold Bo Shuang in one arm and carry their daughter in the other.
She gradually grew accustomed to the warm family life she shared with her wife and daughter.
A year passed in the blink of an eye, and the long-forgotten agreement suddenly reappeared on Bo Shuang’s desk.
Even a domineering CEO had to abide by an agreement.
Ji Congyan said, “Don’t worry.”
But when she turned away, her eyes reddened, and she left with a heavy heart.
·
Early one morning, someone knocked on the door of the hotel’s presidential suite.
Woken up by the noise, Ji Congyan opened the door with a dark look and a bad temper.
She wanted to see who had the nerve to knock on her door before six in the morning.
Outside stood Bo Shuang, holding their daughter, who wasn’t yet a year old.
The usually gentle and composed Omega was unusually disheveled, looking travel-worn, her reddened eyes moist. She spoke softly, trying to coax Ji Congyan:
“The blanket’s been washed. This place is dirty. Let’s go home now, okay?”
1. Both leads are sexually exclusive, happy ending, pregnancy and childbirth, melodrama, Mary Sue elements, old-school domineering CEO romance.
2. No male love interest.
3. Simple writing style.
After Coveting My Ailing Wife’s Inheritance
[Money-loving, devoted, slow-to-catch-on younger Alpha × aloof, ailing, scheming older Omega]
The Song family, one of Jiangcheng’s most prominent wealthy families, went bankrupt.
To pay off their debts, their second daughter, Song Yujin, who had returned from studying abroad only to lounge around and live off her family, was forced to get married.
Of the many wealthy families that wanted her to marry in, Song Yujin picked and chose, settling on a wealthy but older, frail female Omega.
Rumor had it that members of the Ji family carried a genetic predisposition to illness and never lived long. Records showed the longest-lived member of the Ji family had only reached thirty-six.
A quick calculation suggested she’d inherit the estate in five or six years at most.
Song Yujin was more pleased the more she thought about it. Afraid someone else might snatch away this windfall, she made up her mind, grabbed her household registration booklet, and knocked on the Ji family’s door.
·
Her frail wife was extremely generous, giving her as much spending money as she asked for.
After the wedding, Song Yujin was back to enjoying the comfortable, lavish life of an aristocrat.
But the good times didn’t last. The family’s sumptuous meals gradually turned into steamed buns and pickles, so Song Yujin asked her wife for more spending money.
The beauty leaned against the window. The Alpha’s oversized, silky robe wrapped around her slender, graceful figure. Her delicate fingers gently moved the beads on an abacus, and her willow-shaped brows were knit with faint worry.
“Ah Jin needs three Alpha stamina pills a day, costing three thousand yuan daily.”
“The sisters from the Baomu opera troupe come to perform for Ah Jin every day. Performance fees, stage fees, tea expenses… it all comes to fifty thousand yuan a day.”
“The lavish feasts delivered from the Meiyu Restaurant every meal, the finest custom-made clothes from Dongjin…”
Song Yujin heard nothing but the sound of her inheritance draining away.
·
For the sake of her inheritance, she gritted her teeth and painfully gave up the Alpha stamina pills.
When Ji Shumian was unsatisfied at night, she exercised instead.
The second daughter of the Song family, who had never lifted a finger around the house, developed a few thin calluses and toned, slender muscles that were both pleasing to the eye and useful.
She stopped hiring the opera troupe too and spent her days reading instead.
She cooked for herself and only bought ready-made clothes.
Her life became frugal, monotonous, and bland.
Ji Shumian felt sorry for her. In her spare time, she would play music and dance for her, sweat soaking through her thin clothes as their scent filled the air.
But she worked herself too hard, coughing up blood and falling critically ill.
With red-rimmed eyes, Song Yujin carried her on her back and ran to the hospital.
But she had almost no spending money left and couldn’t even afford a ride. She ran ten streets, reaching the hospital just before Ji Shumian’s life faded away.
Medical care cost money, medicine cost money, treatment cost money. Everything cost money…
Song Yujin returned to the family’s old line of work, making sure Ji Shumian got the best medicines and doctors.
Before she knew it, the inheritance was growing and growing, and she had even ridden the wave of a booming market to become Jiangcheng’s richest person.
Ji Shumian, once so frail, grew healthier and rosier by the day.
Life was getting better and better.
·
Until one day, Song Yujin accidentally opened a room in the house.
It was filled with pharmaceutical equipment. The extremely expensive handmade Alpha stamina pills on the market were made there.
Then she unexpectedly caught Ji Shumian calling the head of the Baomu opera troupe her sister: “Your sister saved my mother and me twenty years ago. I could never repay her in this lifetime, so how could I possibly accept all this money?”
And that wasn’t all.
The restaurant owner, the clothing shopkeeper… every one of them worked for Ji Shumian.
In the eastern courtyard, which Ji Shumian had never let her enter, a huge hall was packed with gold and silver, antiques, and famous paintings. It was worth thousands of times more than everything Song Yujin had earned over the past few months.
Song Yujin felt as though fate had made a fool of her.
In a fit of anger, she left home.
She went to neighboring Haicheng and checked into a new holiday estate that had no connection whatsoever to the Ji family’s businesses.
One evening, as she walked by the lake, a sudden gust of wind blew a graceful beauty over from the other side.
Ji Shumian rose onto her tiptoes and pressed a light kiss to Song Yujin’s cheek, leaving a faint red lipstick mark.
Her cool voice trembled. “Ah Jin, I’m thirty-six this year. Don’t you want to come back and help bury me?”
1. Both leads are sexually exclusive, happy ending, sweet and satisfying.
2. Set in a fictionalized version of the 1980s and 1990s.
3. Simple writing style.
Theme: Live well.
It's gratifying that Ayu cares about her mother, but she is still a mother after all. She made a conclusion without asking for proof, and even issued a restraining order without explanation. It felt very unfair to Mr. Ji. It felt that she never trusted the mother who had always taken care of her, and even doubted her very quickly. Very hurtful
It's a bit strange. Crucian carp seems to have never liked her mother. It's like Ji is always a bad person in the eyes of crucian carp. Mr. Ji hasn't done anything wrong since he changed his mind, right? He trusted his wife, trusted his children, and gave all the housekeeping rights to his children. However, the children turned his mother away just because of suspicion, and asked her to come back all the way. Then the child didn't apologize and the wife didn't care. Is Lao Ji so miserable?
So it's not updated now. It's really strange [it has changed]. The character design is really a bit broken. It's been so long and I don't know how to evaluate it. If I watch it again, I still feel that it has become distorted. Crucian carp's character design is really weird [picking my brain]
The character design in this chapter is very strange, and the child is becoming more and more annoying as I read it.
Can the character of Crucian Carp be more likable? Can't both mothers like it? Later, because she saw Bo crying, she wouldn't let Ji go back. She suspected that Bo was being bullied. Couldn't she see that Ji wouldn't bully Bo in their normal relationship?
Hahahaha, Ayu is the biggest obstacle to Mommy's happy life. When I do it myself in the future, I will know how many mistakes I made in the past, hahahaha
Lao Ji, you are so miserable, Lao Ji! (Actually, my humor and morality are also fighting in my heart)
I was really touched when I read it. From the ten chapters of it, I have been following it until now. I am really happy to watch Lao Ji and Bo Shuang live peacefully. I hope Jushi will keep writing. We love you 🤩
Crucian carp is really a bit much, isn't it?
Is this kid a little too much?