After Being Cuddled by a Gentle, Flirtatious Omega

Upcoming: After Coveting My Sickly Wife’s Inheritance. Blurb at the bottom. Bright and elegant, sharp-tongued younger Alpha CEO x gentle, reserved, alluring older Omega actress Ji Congyan had a cleanliness obsession. She hated physical contact with anyone more than anything. Everyone knew that an Alpha and an Omega with a pheromone compatibility rate above 80% would feel an irresistible pull toward each other during heat. The higher their compatibility, the stronger the pull. After attending a dinner on behalf of her company, Ji Congyan went back to her hotel room to rest. Before she could turn on the lights, a fragrance reached her, accompanied by a sharp pain in the gland at the back of her neck. Before she could react, an Omega was suddenly pulled into her arms. She smelled kind of nice, but… She had crushed the carefully styled, slightly curled ends of Ji Congyan’s hair. Ji Congyan’s cleanliness obsession flared up. She pulled her carefully styled hair free from under the woman. Then she pushed the Omega away with elegant, unhurried composure, already planning to have the hotel shut down the next day. But as soon as she pushed her away, the rich, mature fragrance of orchid and sandalwood hit her, directly triggering her heat. … The Alpha wanted it, and the Omega was willing. Ji Congyan quickly put it out of her mind. But not long afterward… A diagnosis confirming the Omega’s pregnancy was gently placed in front of her. Bo Shuang, a hugely popular actress, looked and seemed nothing like her name. She was gentle, soft-spoken, reserved, and dignified. She asked gently, “Can President Ji take responsibility?” The pregnant Omega gave off a uniquely sweet fragrance. Ji Congyan nodded in a daze and signed an agreement with her. It included, among other things, hugging and keeping Bo Shuang company when she needed it, and using her Alpha pheromones to soothe her. These were simple things, but for Ji Congyan, who had a cleanliness obsession, they were a challenge. At first, even holding hands made Ji Congyan tense up, so she held hands with Bo Shuang through a blanket. Bo Shuang patiently and gently accepted her and helped her adjust. Later, Ji Congyan could easily hold Bo Shuang in one arm and carry their daughter in the other. Little by little, she grew used to the warm life she shared with her wife and daughter. A year went by in the blink of an eye. Then the agreement, which had been out of sight for a long time, suddenly appeared on Bo Shuang’s desk. Even a CEO has to honor 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 and in a foul mood, Ji Congyan opened the door with a dark expression. She wanted to see who had the nerve to knock on her door before six in the morning. Outside, Bo Shuang stood holding their daughter, who wasn’t even one yet. The usually gentle, reserved Omega was uncharacteristically disheveled from the long journey, her reddened eyes moist. She spoke gently, coaxing her: “The blanket’s clean now. This place is dirty. Let’s go home, okay?” 1. Both leads are virgins, happy ending, pregnancy, childbirth, melodrama, wish fulfillment, old-school CEO romance. 2. No side partners. 3. Beginner-level prose. After Coveting My Sickly Wife’s Inheritance Money-loving, doting, slow-on-the-uptake younger Alpha x cool, sickly, scheming older Omega The Song family, one of Jiangcheng’s most prominent wealthy families, went bankrupt. To repay their debts, their second daughter, Song Yujin, who had returned from studying abroad and spent her days lazing around and living off her family, was forced to marry. Among the many offers from people hoping she would marry into their families, Song Yujin carefully picked a wealthy, older, sickly female Omega. Rumor had it that the Ji family carried a hereditary illness and never lived long. The longest-lived member of the family on record had only made it to thirty-six. By her calculations, in five or six years at most, she’d be able to inherit the estate and live in luxury. The more Song Yujin thought about it, the more pleased she was. Afraid someone else might steal this windfall, she made up her mind at once, grabbed her household registration booklet, and knocked on the Ji family’s door. · Her sickly wife was extremely generous, giving her as much spending money as she asked for. After they married, Song Yujin was back to living a comfortable, extravagant life. But the good times didn’t last. The lavish meals at home gradually turned into steamed buns and pickles, so Song Yujin asked her wife for more spending money. The beauty leaned against the window, her wife’s loose, smooth silk outer robe draped over her slender, graceful figure. Her delicate fingers, like the white stems of spring onions, gently moved the abacus beads, her willow-shaped brows furrowed with faint worry. “Ah Jin needs three Alpha stamina pills every day, at a cost of 3,000 yuan a day.” “The women from the Baomu opera troupe come to perform for Ah Jin every day. Their performance fees, stage fees, refreshments… it all comes to 50,000 yuan a day.” “Feasts delivered from the Meiyu Restaurant with every meal, fine bespoke clothes from Dongjin…” Song Yujin could practically hear her inheritance rushing away. · For the sake of her inheritance, she gritted her teeth and gave up Alpha stamina pills. When Ji Shumian was unsatisfied at night, she worked out. The second daughter of the Song family, who had never lifted a finger around the house, developed a few thin calluses on her hands and built up lean muscles that were both pleasing to the eye and useful. She stopped hiring the opera troupe and spent her days reading instead. She cooked for herself and bought only ready-made clothes. Life became frugal, monotonous, and dull. Ji Shumian felt sorry for her. In her spare time, she played music and danced for her, her light clothes damp with sweat and giving off a fragrant scent. But she coughed up blood from overexertion and became so ill she was close to death. With red-rimmed eyes, Song Yujin carried her on her back and ran toward the hospital. But she had almost no spending money left and couldn’t even afford a ride. She ran for ten streets, reaching the hospital just before Ji Shumian passed away. Medical care cost money. Medicine cost money. Therapy cost money. Everything cost money… Song Yujin went back to the family business and got the best doctors and medicinal herbs for Ji Shumian. Before she knew it, the inheritance had grown and grown, and she had even seized a lucrative opportunity to become the richest person in Jiangcheng. Ji Shumian’s sickly complexion grew rosier, too. Everything in life was looking up. · Until one day, Song Yujin accidentally opened a room in their house. The room was full of medicine-making equipment. The incredibly expensive handmade Alpha stamina pills sold on the market were produced there. She also happened to catch Ji Shumian calling the head of the Baomu opera troupe her big sister, and calling herself her little sister. “Your sister saved my mother and me twenty years ago. I could never repay you in this life. How could I possibly accept your money?” And that wasn’t all. The restaurant owner, the clothing store owner… they were all Ji Shumian’s employees. The vast hall in the east courtyard, where Ji Shumian had never let her set foot, was packed with gold and silver, antiques, and famous paintings, worth countless times more than the millions Song Yujin had earned during that time. Song Yujin felt that 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 resort where the Ji family had no business interests at all. That night, while walking by the lake, a sudden gust of wind blew a graceful beauty over from across the way. Ji Shumian rose onto her toes and pressed a light kiss to Song Yujin’s cheek, leaving a faint red lipstick mark there. Her cool voice trembled. “Ah Jin, I’m thirty-six this year. Don’t you want to come back and bury me?” 1. Both leads are virgins, happy ending, sweet and satisfying. 2. Set in an alternate version of the 1980s and 1990s. 3. Beginner-level prose. Theme: Live well