A 28-Year-Old Omega Aggressively Flirts with a Transmigrated College Boy

The main story is complete. As a top-tier Omega, Sheng Zeyan is exceptionally handsome and talented, a highly eligible bachelor, and without a doubt the dream Omega of every Alpha in the capital. People used to speculate that a top-tier Omega like Sheng Zeyan would never settle for an ordinary Alpha. Only a top-tier Alpha could be worthy of him. To Sheng Zeyan, whether someone was top-tier or not didn’t matter. What mattered was that his partner had to be pleasing to the eye. Preferably beautiful and handsome. That was just his type. Other Omegas wanted a tall, handsome Alpha, but Sheng Zeyan was different. Tall and handsome? Wasn’t he tall and handsome himself? When looking for a partner, he wanted someone who complemented him in every way. What was wrong with a cute, pretty little Alpha? Unfortunately, people like that were hard to find. On top of that, he had an embarrassing secret, which made finding a partner even harder. Sheng Zeyan’s pheromones smelled like durian. The few Alphas he’d been with before would throw up horribly as soon as they caught a whiff. When his special period came around, what use would they be to him? It wasn’t until he met the Alpha of his dreams that Sheng Zeyan realized it didn’t really matter whether an Alpha could handle his pheromones. Ever heard of a gas mask? The usually abstinent Sheng Zeyan was completely enchanted by the Alpha of his dreams. He was consumed by longing, and after thinking it over again and again, decided to make the first move. They ate and lived together, and were only one step away from sleeping together. Sheng Zeyan reluctantly collected one “Let’s just be friends” card after another. But then he discovered… damn it, this little Alpha was so straight and adorable that he simply couldn’t be seduced. After pulling out all the stops and dropping every hint, both subtle and obvious, Sheng Zeyan finally got him into bed. That was when he discovered that this little Alpha, who whined and cried when he was “bullied,” was unbelievably exciting. It was downright addictive. This was a problem. But it was time to teach that disobedient puppy a lesson. … After suddenly arriving in an ABO world, Qiao Meng was completely bewildered. By a twist of fate, the owner of a major company took a liking to his abilities (and his face) and hired him as a personal bodyguard and assistant. The pay was sixty thousand a month, with meals and lodging included. Where else could he find a job that paid so well? Of course he had to take it! Qiao Meng was overjoyed. He’d never even dared dream of a salary that high. After starting the job, he discovered that his boss was an absolutely wonderful person: considerate, pleasant to talk to, and handsome. He was head over heels. Later, when Qiao Meng, who had never considered getting involved with a man, faced Sheng Zeyan’s intense pursuit, he went from being embarrassed to completely unable to resist. Shamefully, he fell for him and they had some seriously passionate sex. But then… before he’d even pulled up his pants, the other man said he’d given up pursuing him. He was done! Who pursues someone all the way into bed, has his way with him, and then says he’s giving up? Ha! Men. Once they get what they want, they stop cherishing it. What a scumbag. He got what he wanted and now he wants to deny it? As if he could get away with that! Qiao Meng, who’d lost his virginity and been turned gay, wasn’t having it! A secretly sensual CEO with durian-scented pheromones, a top-tier Omega bottom × A straight guy who transmigrates into a top-tier Alpha, unaware he’s been turned gay, an all-around talented college student top Bonus scene: After their passionate encounter, Sheng Zeyan tried to pull on his pants, fighting through his discomfort. Turning to the Alpha, who had his back to him and was still wiping away tears, he asked, “Do you really have to be this upset? If you’re so unwilling, we can stop here.” “What do you mean?” Qiao Meng’s eyes were as red as a rabbit’s. His brain had short-circuited from crying because it had felt so good. “Are you saying you don’t know me now that you’ve pulled your pants on? You can’t do that.” “Why not? You don’t want to sleep with me.” He didn’t want to? Then who was it that had you “screaming” again and again? Qiao Meng stammered, “It’s not that I don’t want to. Anyway, you can’t pull up your pants and pretend you don’t know me. That’s wrong. And we didn’t use protection. A child can’t grow up without a father.” “You’re pretty confident.” Sheng Zeyan adored how this little Alpha brimmed with responsibility and confidence. Still, he sounded utterly unconcerned as he said, “Relax. It was only twice. You can’t be that good a shot. You’re not a top-tier Alpha, and I’m not in my special period, so it’s not that easy for me to get pregnant. Mengmeng, did you skip biology class to work part-time?” Two months later, Sheng Zeyan stared at the pregnancy test results in his hand, wiped his face, and looked up at the little Alpha, who was even more shocked and bewildered than he was. “You son of a bitch, you’re a top-tier Alpha?!” Qiao Meng, his face full of question marks, was dumbfounded. “I… I didn’t know!” A wealthy bachelor CEO with durian-scented pheromones, an Omega bottom × An all-around talented college student top who thinks he’s straight, but is gay without realizing it Content warnings: 1. Younger top, with an eight-year age gap. 2. Some storylines involving the fathers’ generation. 3. It looks like the bottom pursues the top, but they both like each other. A sweet romance. Please add my new novel to your reading list! The Rich Heir Only Wants to Live off His Husband One day, Ji Zhiheng woke up and found himself back at square one. He’d been about to parachute into a senior position at the family business and begin his rise as an overbearing CEO. As a third-generation rich heir, he’d never expected to get so lucky as to join the trendy wave of transmigration. A dilapidated mud-brick house, a father who gambled for a living, a mother-father who’d gone missing, an older brother who’d gotten pregnant after going into the mountains to chop wood and ruined his reputation, a two-year-old nephew who could play the skeleton demon in a movie, and Ji Zhiheng himself, who’d copied love poems and ended up deep in debt, forcing his tutor to expel him… The whole family was on the brink of collapse. The “Ji Zhiheng” who’d been knocked unconscious by thugs had left behind a complete mess. Ji Zhiheng was utterly speechless. He rubbed his face for three days and nights, opening and closing his eyes again and again, only to keep seeing the same decrepit house. Finally, he accepted his fate. His first priority was paying off the enormous debt. But as a scholar with no strength to speak of, he didn’t want to haul bricks, work in the fields, or head into the mountains. What kind of work paid the fastest? Ji Zhiheng thought it over from every angle and finally decided to make use of the resources available to him: live off someone else! Just as Ji Zhiheng was looking for a suitable target, a rich young man came looking for him first. The other man’s conditions were simple. “Ji Zhiheng, our status is worlds apart. I chose you because you seem honest. If you agree to a few conditions, I’ll make sure you enjoy endless wealth and glory.” Ji Zhiheng got it. Oh, this young man had picked him because he was a nobody. “What are the conditions?” “First, if I marry you, we must put it in writing that you can’t touch a single bit of my dowry. After we marry, the money I earn will still be mine, and you can’t stop me from continuing to do business. We’ll simply treat each other with respect.” Ji Zhiheng got it. A prenuptial agreement, with each of them living their own life after marriage. Wasn’t this just a marriage of convenience? “Fine.” “Second, after we marry, I’ll continue living in the city. I won’t move back to the village.” Ji Zhiheng got it again. Oh, they’d live separately after marriage. If it was a marriage of convenience, why care whether they lived together? There were no feelings involved, and living apart would be more comfortable. What a wonderful marriage! He had to agree. “Fine.” “Third, I’ll give you one hundred taels a month. You’ll be entirely responsible for handling the elders’ demands for children and such. Also, as my husband, I expect you to fulfill your share of the marital duties.” Ji Zhiheng got it yet again. Oh, he just needed to put on a show when necessary and save his boss face. That was easy. If he was getting paid so well, helping his boss solve problems was only to be expected. “Fine.” Good heavens, such a sweet deal really existed? He was in. If his boss didn’t go bankrupt, he’d work for him until the end of time! Later, Ji Zhiheng learned what people meant by “money is hard to earn, and even harder to spend.” What happened to not interfering in each other’s lives and living separately after marriage? What happened to only having to keep up appearances? Who was the man who sulked every day and threw silver at him to get him into bed? Who threw money at him until he passed the exams to become a licentiate and then a provincial graduate… and eventually rose to the highest official rank? Who racked his brains every day to prepare surprises for him, and made him slap people in the face every other day? Ji Zhiheng sat in the courtyard in the middle of the night, rubbing his face in frustration. By chance, he saw his father sitting on a wooden stump, looking deeply troubled. Only later did Ji Zhiheng realize that he wasn’t the only one in the family living off someone else. … Rumor had it that Meng Qingze, son of the capital’s wealthiest imperial merchant, was an arrogant young man. He had even turned down a marriage proposal from the Right Chancellor’s legitimate son. Everyone in the capital said Meng Qingze must think he was above everyone else. A twenty-year-old unmarried young man: if his family didn’t have mountains of silver, then with all that moneyed air about him, how could someone with a mere nine-tenths of a pretty face ever be worthy of the young master who topped the capital’s ten great talents? He was getting on in years, too. Did he still think he was some kind of prized catch? And he even dared announce that anyone who wanted to marry him had to accept three conditions. The nerve! Bah! Just wait. With conditions like those, if he ever found someone willing to marry him, they’d eat shit standing on their heads. Meng Qingze wasn’t unaware of the rumors about him. He’d already resigned himself to never marrying, until he met a poor scholar who did whatever he told him. Meng Qingze clearly remembered that when they first met, the other man looked up at him without being dazzled by his status or looks. The only reason he’d approached him with such a contorted expression was that Meng Qingze had stepped on the hand he’d been reaching out to pick up a coin, making him stumble when he shoved him. “Hey, are you deaf? You’re standing on my hand! I’ve called out to you several times. What’s wrong with you? Look what you’ve done to my delicate hand. It really hurts!” Meng Qingze, who’d stumbled when pushed: Delicate hand? Hah. Man, congratulations. You’ve successfully caught my attention. Later, Meng Qingze “rented” a husband for one hundred taels a month. Not only did he get a handsome little husband, the man was also charming and romantic. Birthday gifts, wedding gifts… Every single one was enough to make the other young men and women green with envy. When people picked on and insulted him, his little husband stood up for him and gave his antagonists a thorough face-slapping. So what if he was all about money and couldn’t compose poems? His little husband could! Not only could he, he was talented enough to crush those Imperial College geniuses who called themselves the capital’s greatest scholars! He was skilled in every art, both scholarly and martial. What young man wouldn’t like an all-around talent like that? Anyway, the more Meng Qingze looked at him, the more he fell for him. This wouldn’t do. A merchant never makes a losing deal. They were already married. If he didn’t kiss him, sleep with him, and have a child to inherit the family business, wouldn’t he be losing out? A man’s greatest charm was his ability to solve problems. Meng Qingze loved that in a man. His little husband was so incredibly capable. For the sake of his future, Meng Qingze decided he’d help him pass the provincial exam. But who could have guessed that his little husband would be so impressive? He just kept going further and further, eventually becoming the youngest first-rank official in the history of Great Zhou. Now let’s see who dares say Meng Qingze can’t find a husband. See? Not only did he get married, he married the best man in all of Great Zhou. Who isn’t jealous of him now? A third-generation rich heir, an all-around talent in letters and arms, top × A beautiful business prodigy, bottom Reader’s guide: The top has a System, and modern items will appear in the story. If that’s not your thing, feel free to stop reading. See you in another book! ( =^▽^= ) Theme: There will always be someone who accepts your imperfections