The Substitute Omega Only Wants to Make Money

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Ling Sinian was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but his scumbag father kicked him out of the wealthy family without mercy as soon as he was born, leaving him a discarded little cabbage.

At nineteen, he differentiated as a one-in-a-million Comfort-type Omega. His pheromones could soothe even the most unruly alpha instantly, making him an irresistible "miracle cure" coveted by top alphas.

Less than a year after his differentiation, his scumbag father showed up at his door. The legitimate young master had hit someone too powerful to offend with his car.

Overnight, Ling Sinian was inexplicably assigned to Ji Sheng'an, the young master of Shengshi, who could only get around in a wheelchair and barely counted as a real alpha!

Shengshi Auctions was the best of the best among the wealthy. As its young master, Ji Sheng'an had already become a hot topic in the worlds of art, collecting, entertainment, and high society at a young age.

Ling Sinian: "Great! When do I get to marry into a rich family? Tomorrow's too late. How about right now?"

On his first day at the Ji residence,

Ling Sinian struck the pose of someone negotiating a billion-dollar deal. "Comfort-type pheromones don't come cheap. Sign a contract and pay a cash bride price of 1.88 million. Not a cent less, Young Master Ji. Interested?"

Ji Sheng'an lowered his lashes and sneered, casually tossing him a gold card. "Here's two million. Come to my room tonight!"

Ling Sinian: Heh, a walking ATM!

But two million still wasn't enough, so Ling Sinian went to great lengths to earn more.

A kiss: 50,000.

Ji Sheng'an: Paid.

A hug: 100,000.

Ji Sheng'an: Paid.

Ling Sinian began scratching his head. "There's more, there's more..."

Ding! WeChat payment received: 520,000?!

Ji Sheng'an: "Sleep with me tonight. Be my body pillow."

Ling Sinian: ...

Just as he was about to raise enough money, Ji Sheng'an suddenly announced that he was ending their contract.

What was he supposed to do about the money he still needed?

Ling Sinian bristled and went to argue. Ji Sheng'an curled his lips and handed him a pen and paper.

Thump. The pen and paper hit the floor.

A marriage certificate?!

The ATM was about to become his husband. What should he do? This was urgent!

Reader's note:

Marriage first, love later. They save each other.

ABO setting, with a mountain of original worldbuilding.

Content warning: A bittersweet romance, not pure fluff. The author is a biological mother with a high tolerance for angst. Some scenes may not seem like much to me, but could make some readers unhappy. Sorry.

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Big Shot Cosplays as a Little Husband

Bai Jianan was the ultimate playboy: stunningly handsome, completely unproductive, and most passionate about collecting rising young singers.

As the only son of a wealthy family, he should have been able to live a happy, carefree life. But on his thirtieth birthday, an accomplished younger brother dropped out of the sky.

His brother was a top student from a prestigious university, with off-the-charts intelligence and emotional intelligence. Overnight, Bai Jianan was kicked out of the Bai Group, and one after another, the young singers around him ran off.

Everyone was waiting for him to bawl his eyes out and become a laughingstock. Instead, Master Bai grabbed his guitar and cheerfully kicked open the door of his own mansion.

"Screw the Bai Group! I never gave a damn about it!"

From then on, Bai Jianan set out on his (chaotic) (destitute) (shameless) dream-chasing journey.

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The first time he met Xia Xiaoman, Bai Jianan had lost his luggage, gotten lost, and accidentally disturbed a giant beehive. His face had been stung until he looked like a pig's head.

With his life hanging by a thread, a young woman rescued him and took him home, only for her younger brother to block him at the door.

"You're ugly. You can't come into my house!" That was the first thing the "little dummy" said to him.

After much pleading, Bai Jianan finally managed to stay the night. But while he was taking a shower, the "little dummy" threw out all his clothes, including his only pair of underwear.

The second time they met, Bai Jianan was caught trying to dine and dash at a little restaurant. His swelling had gone down and his face was beautiful again. Just as the owner was about to pin him to the chopping board and drip hot beeswax on him, a clear young voice sounded in his ear.

"I've paid for his meal. Don't give him a hard time."

Bai Jianan opened his eyes and saw that familiar, pretty boy. He memorized the second thing Xia Xiaoman said to him.

The third time they reunited, Bai Jianan was "hunting" for a date at the Bees bar. He had just taken the resident singer by the chin and was about to speak when someone suddenly yanked him away.

"You're mine."

Xia Xiaoman tilted his face up, his eyes clear and determined. "Come with me. Wherever I go from now on, you'll go too."

The Bees bar changed hands. Its new owner was the musical genius Bai Jianan.

His latest single shot straight onto the Grammys' global top ten most popular songs chart, surpassing a hundred million plays in a week. Its title was Beeing with the Wind.

Bees danced among the flowers.

Bai Jianan held his guitar, with his musical muse, Xia Xiaoman, at his side.

His voice, sweet as honey, rang out softly:

You are beeing with the wind

I am blooming under your wings

Theme: Never give up in adversity, and always hold on to hope.