Becoming the Abused Omega and Conquering the Hidden Alpha chapter 19
Chapter 19
Shu Ci added the marriage law books to his shopping cart, reaching exactly 200 books.
He casually placed the order, only to receive a notification that his balance was insufficient.
He checked the balance in the original protagonist’s bank account and silently canceled the order, switching to e-books instead.
Having lived a luxurious life at Shen Ti’s house for the past few days, he finally remembered to check the original protagonist’s assets.
He shouldn’t have looked. After checking, Shu Ci felt a wave of dizziness.
Before “breaking off relations” with the Shu family, the original protagonist’s expenses were covered by the Shu family. The inheritance from his father, which he should have inherited, was withheld by Shu Changhai under some pretext, leaving him with very little savings.
Furthermore, the original protagonist was still a university student at this time; the few commercial performances and film roles were his only sources of income, resulting in a very simple income structure.
In contrast, the original protagonist’s expenses were quite extravagant.
Treating people to meals, giving gifts to directors and producers; for a small chance to appear on screen, his wardrobe, jewelry box, and cosmetics had to be constantly updated… He lived frugally, spending his money on necessities in this industry.
Shu Ci chuckled wryly, seeing the image of those performing arts students who lacked background and financial support.
Therefore, no matter how many times the original protagonist had escaped, he could only escape the mental torture and physical abuse from Gu Lan Zhu, never escaping the cruel reality of money and status.
Especially after becoming pregnant with Gu Lan Zhu’s child, no matter how independent and mature he became, he had to admit that Gu Lan Zhu could provide the best material life for the child.
Shu Ci closed the electronic statement and sighed deeply.
He didn’t have many options left.
One was to quickly recover what the Shu family owed him; two was to pursue the acting career that the original protagonist had intermittently pursued and abandoned; and three was to… cling to Lu Wanqing’s leg and boldly ask him for control over their marital assets.
Compared to the third option, the first two were clearly more difficult in practice.
But truly discussing marital life with Lu Wanqing was a hurdle he couldn’t overcome.
This marriage was merely a product of the plot’s constraints. It was the embodiment of family power weighing down the original protagonist, the selfish desires of Shu Changhai and Shu Cui. Adapting to the married identity was his best choice after careful consideration.
In fact, he didn’t want to rely on an Alpha to solve problems with another Alpha.
Because this choice revealed a stark reality—
Without the ability to protect himself and without sufficient independent financial resources, he was no different from the original protagonist.
The only difference was that the original protagonist chose Gu Lan Zhu, while he chose Lu Wanqing. They both lacked control over their lives and could only seek shelter in the world.
This was his helplessness, the helplessness of an Omega.
Lu Wanqing returned after taking out the trash, seeing this scene: the man was sitting at the dining table, deep in thought, his brows furrowed, as if struggling with a significant dilemma.
Occasionally he would look at his phone, occasionally look up and sigh, clearly showing his restless thoughts.
In Lu Wanqing’s eyes, every frown and sigh seemed vivid.
Marshal He had specially approved his leave to go home for the night; he probably didn’t expect that they would have almost nothing to say, and that this person might be planning how to divorce him.
He didn’t disturb him, quietly entering and doing his own thing.
“Lu Wanqing, where are you going?”
When Shu Ci finally sorted out his jumbled thoughts, he stood up, preparing to go back to the room to wash up and go to bed. As he got up, he saw his cheap husband walking out with his blood-stained uniform.
The bodyguards had left for the night; if Lu Wanqing wasn’t there, he would have to sleep at Shen Ti’s house.
Lu Wanqing had changed into a casual short-sleeved shirt. Hearing this, he turned around, shaking the clothes in his hand, water droplets falling onto the floor.
“Hanging the clothes.”
The house on Juqing Road was old and cramped, without a balcony; clothes were hung outside. This was Lu Wanqing’s home; he did everything familiarly.
As Lu Wanqing turned, his strong arm revealed tight muscles.
The thin short sleeves outlined the shape of his back muscles and shoulder blades. Not too much, not too little; every inch was in the perfect position. Even a plain-colored short sleeve could look alluring.
The light and shadow at the entrance were just right.
The tall man, his arm bent, the dim yellow wall lamp, formed an almost perfect composition, an art that could not be replicated.
Shu Ci raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes slightly unfocused.
A cold voice in his heart reminded him not to be too unrestrained in front of Lu Wanqing, who was so mysterious and dangerous, yet a fire was ignited by the moving Muse, sparks flying.
He threw all thoughts of moderation and consequences aside. Shu Ci swallowed, picking up his phone and following.
…Just one photo; I’ll only take one.
“Click—”
Damn it, I forgot to mute it!!!
The crisp sound of the shutter echoed. Lu Wanqing turned his head alertly, seeing Shu Ci leaning against the wall, his hands behind his back, pretending to be nonchalant.
Lu Wanqing withdrew his gaze, turned to the yard, shook the clothes, and hung them on the clothesline.
This silent tolerance gave Shu Ci courage. He switched to recording mode, quietly following Lu Wanqing, the camera following the man into the small courtyard.
The blue in those eyes deepened.
The man was doing the simplest chores, but even the creases in his white short sleeve exuded hormones.
Shu Ci’s gaze didn’t waver. He didn’t know why, but Lu Wanqing’s appearance gradually formed an image in his mind of the “low-level employee” Shu Cui had mentioned—
A man wearing a white tank top, carrying heavy objects on a construction site, sweat flowing down his muscles under the scorching sun; he casually wiped it away with his hand, walking into the shade, squatting by the wall, casually biting a cigarette.
He always worked quietly and silently.
Until someone repeatedly provoked him; he couldn’t bear it anymore, tilted his head, dropped the cigarette butt, and punched them.
…
What broke Shu Ci’s illusion was Lu Wanqing’s sharp and calm gaze.
He didn’t know where he got a small stool from; he sat against the wall, looking up at him.
Lu Wanqing looked at him through the lens.
Once bitten, twice shy, Shu Ci felt his face thicken. He put down his phone and walked towards him, making up an excuse as he walked, “Cough, I’m auditioning for a role that’s just like you; I’m recording to get a feel for it.”
Lu Wanqing glanced at him, didn’t ask what the audition was for, as if he didn’t need an explanation; he simply pushed another small stool towards him.
Shu Ci nervously sat beside him and heard him ask, “Feeling better?”
Shu Ci was stunned, realizing that he had been seen frowning.
“Ah… yeah,” he leaned against the wall, mimicking Lu Wanqing’s posture. He discovered that from this angle, he could see the moon. “It wasn’t really bad; I just feel that I’m too far from the future I want.”
Lu Wanqing’s eyes flickered, remembering the overheard intention to divorce.
Among the Twelve Generals, only he hadn’t publicly opened a personal homepage; his marital information was only updated on the internal network. If Shu Ci wanted a divorce, it would be easy; the process wouldn’t be public, and it wouldn’t cause much trouble for his life.
He didn’t know what Shu Ci was struggling with.
Did he think that he was the type who wouldn’t easily agree to a divorce?
“What kind of future do you want?” Lu Wanqing asked, his voice low and calm.
It was either the gentleness of the moonlight that lowered his guard or the gentle breeze in the small courtyard that brought the two leaning side-by-side closer.
Shu Ci looked at the moon, hearing Lu Wanqing’s unusually gentle tone, and moved his lips. “Freedom and peace, to be in charge of my own life.”
“Be more specific.”
He turned, meeting Lu Wanqing’s lake-colored eyes.
“A stable income, no need to rely on or ask others for help. The ability to protect myself, not living under the threat of any top Alpha. After the survival problems are solved, I’ll film the movies I want to film.”
In his previous life, he had almost reached the last step, from humble survival to never begging or bowing his head, finally entering the hall of film art, freely making commercial films or his own screenplays.
Now everything had returned to the starting point, and his aspirations hadn’t changed.
“Are my words too arrogant?” Shu Ci looked at Lu Wanqing’s calm face, mockingly curling his lips, and looked away. “Just pretend you didn’t hear it.”
He hadn’t forgotten where he was. Omegas couldn’t live on inhibitors forever; they were naturally in a weak position.
Living alone was clearly not as comfortable as having someone to rely on after forming a family with an Alpha. Talking about independence was somewhat laughable.
His thoughts, in the eyes of a native like Lu Wanqing, were probably unusual.
“Top Alpha?” Lu Wanqing finally spoke. “If you mean Mr. Gu, he’s far from it.”
Lu Wanqing’s tone contained a hint of subtle disdain.
If Shu Ci hadn’t been acting for many years and was adept at subtle and complex expressions, he wouldn’t have been able to detect the implicit contempt.
Shu Ci: “…”
Hey, I just said so much, and your focus is on this?
The original novel’s divinely ordained ceiling seems insignificant in your eyes?
“Financial independence isn’t difficult, but I need some time to help you.”
Lu Wanqing thought of the upcoming Dragonthorn Island mission.
After the mission, he could take Shu Ci to initiate the inheritance process. Whether it’s developed into a commercial tourist attraction, partnered with the government as a training base, or even sold outright, it would be enough for Shu Ci to live comfortably for the rest of his life.
“Learning self-preservation is also possible,” Lu Wanqing pondered. “But it will take some time.”
He wasn’t the type to treat Omegas as possessions.
Shu Ci wanted a divorce, and he respected that.
Since he was sighing over his future, perhaps helping him achieve his survival goals would eliminate the problem of divorce.
However, the learning process was long, and he didn’t know if Shu Ci could wait that long.
Hearing this, Shu Ci immediately sat up straight. “Time is no problem; the key is how to learn? Don’t tell me that if I go to a gym and learn some boxing or sanda, I can protect myself from you As.”
Lu Wanqing looked at his nape.
“Everyone believes that the glands are the most vulnerable part of the human body. They are inextricably linked to emotions, desires, and reproduction, and are overprotected. Especially for Omegas, pheromones are considered a double weakness that can simultaneously crush both the mind and body.
“Just like what he did to you.”
Shu Ci knew that “he” referred to Gu Lan Zhu.
“In fact, that’s not entirely true,” Lu Wanqing’s voice was steady and powerful. “If restraining pheromones is defense, it can also be a means of attack.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Shu Ci heard a “snap” in the courtyard. He turned his head, following the sound; a climbing vine on the far wall had been severed.
An entire vine fell down the wall.
Shu Ci’s pupils widened. He looked at Lu Wanqing, then at the wall.
Lu Wanqing leaned back casually on the small stool, as if he had done something, and as if he hadn’t done anything. But he sensed the subtle fluctuations in the air.
“You… used pheromones to… cut it?” Shu Ci made a slashing motion across his neck with his hand.
Lu Wanqing nodded. “When you can control pheromones to attack, there’s no such thing as self-preservation or not. Both Alphas and Betas will have to weigh whether they can benefit from attacking you.”
“Omegas can attack too?” Shu Ci frowned. What Lu Wanqing was saying seemed commonplace for Alphas.
“Yes, but almost no Omegas can successfully learn,” Lu Wanqing’s eyes were deep. “On the one hand, attacking is also a drain; it needs to be based on physical fitness. Omegas are naturally unsuitable for attacking.”
He glanced at Shu Ci’s soft waist and delicate skin.
“On the other hand, all attacks require the willingness to sacrifice and accept defeat. I haven’t seen a single Omega who could overcome the psychological barrier and make that commitment.”
Shu Ci’s eyes trembled.
What kind of commitment would one need to make to use pheromones as weapons and lose to an Alpha was self-evident.
“Interesting. Maybe no Alpha has ever tasted defeat at the hands of an Omega. Perhaps our pheromones can also torment them to the point of misery,” Shu Ci’s eyes showed a hint of coldness. “So how do I learn?”
Seeing that he hadn’t retreated, a hint of surprise flashed in Lu Wanqing’s eyes.
He lowered his eyes and said slowly, “Feel it, imitate it, control it.”
These nine words circled in Shu Ci’s mind; many scenes from classic films flashed before his eyes.
For some reason, he felt a surge of excitement.
“Do you think I can do it?” he asked.
“If you don’t count today’s disorder, your ability to restrain your pheromones has already exceeded my expectations, and you’re faster than before. When I taught you that day, you could already feel their presence, right?”
“If you’re referring to the kite string feeling, yes,” Shu Ci pondered, then added, “But I can’t be distracted; I can only focus on retracting them. Once I’m distracted, I…”
Therefore, when facing Gu Lan Zhu, he could only concentrate, tense his nerves, and focus on his glands. Gu Lan Zhu, on the other hand, could effortlessly manipulate his pheromones to attack him.
“Normal, you need practice,” Lu Wanqing said simply. “Since they can be kite strings, they can also condense into any state you want; swords, spears, sticks, anything.”
“Anything?”
“Whatever you think, that’s what it can be.”
Shu Ci listened to Lu Wanqing’s calm voice and closed his eyes.
He moved the small stool slightly, slowly releasing the honeysuckle pheromones that had just changed today. He erased the image of the kite strings from his mind, struggling to gather them.
It felt like scooping up a handful of water from a pool and trying to shape it.
The water slipped through his fingers.
He and his pheromones were in a tug-of-war.
“Don’t practice outside, and don’t try it on others,” Lu Wanqing endured the scattered honeysuckle scent, watching Shu Ci sweat profusely. “In the initial stages, the energy fluctuations of condensed pheromones can be detected by Alphas.”
Shu Ci closed his eyes, his brows furrowed. “So, you can see the shape of my pheromone imitation?”
He was already confused in the struggle and couldn’t see what it was.
Making the pheromones take a shape was like managing a disobedient child; when you wanted it to lean slightly to the left, it could instantly extend two meters to the west.
“Yes,” Lu Wanqing nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Shu Ci’s agile pheromones, like headless flies, fluttered and trembled in the air.
He silently released his own pheromones, enveloping the honeysuckle pheromones, leaving room while preventing them from escaping the yard and disturbing others.
“Don’t be nervous; restraint is also part of imitation; the control depends on your familiarity with your state.”
This sentence startled Shu Ci.
He wasn’t the original protagonist; he’d only been familiar with this body for a few days!
Soon, Lu Wanqing watched the scattered pheromones gradually gather, slowly twisting, forming the shape of thick hemp rope, winding and extending towards him, inching closer.
No one saw the surprise that flashed in Lu Wanqing’s eyes.
Shu Ci’s aptitude was considered top-notch even among the elite of the twelve districts.
If he were an Alpha, with this learning speed, he would definitely be a sought-after candidate.
Seeing that he seemed to have grasped the knack, Lu Wanqing slowly retracted some of the pheromones over the yard.
Then, the smile froze on his face.
Shu Ci’s tightly twisted pheromones finally dispersed when he was exhausted.
Only the last vine-like strand remained for a long time, then “popped” open in front of him.
It wasn’t a weapon, not a sword, spear, or stick.
It was a newly bloomed flower.
Shu Ci had given him a flower.
Author’s Note:
Remember this Old Lu who earnestly helped his wife plan their divorce (smile). Do you want money or a divorce?
