Wei Yin was an omega with such faint pheromones that she had almost no scent—weak, easily bullied, and utterly boring in every way. She didn't understand why Hua Yu, a high-ranking alpha who was beautiful, cold, and extraordinarily talented, was so good to her. When her glands atrophied and she was severely anemic, nearly dying, Hua Yu took her home and gave her a place to stay. She could only work harder, cleaning Hua Yu's house, cooking and doing laundry every day. But why... was Hua Yu looking at her more and more strangely? - Hua Yu was Wei Yin's senior in college, the youngest associate chief physician in the provincial hospital. She had once publicly confessed her love to Wei Yin and been rejected. The youthful admiration should have faded with time, but Wei Yin had barged back into her world, lost her memory, and with a stack of critically low lab reports, lay on her hospital bed waiting to die. Hua Yu couldn't bear it anymore; red-eyed, she brought the person home. - Ever since Wei Yin moved in, the house was filled everywhere with the sweet scent of omega agave. But Wei Yin was oblivious. Because her pheromones were so faint, even when her heat came, she insisted on working—making the bed, washing towels, hanging laundry. The pleasant agave pheromones teased Hua Yu's nose, while Wei Yin, ignorant and naive, kept approaching the danger. She poked Hua Yu's cheek, her innocent tone full of concern: 'You're so hot.' Hua Yu's eyes were bloodshot, her voice hoarse: 'Help me cool down.' 'Okay... Hua Yu, why are you grabbing my hand?' Hua Yu pressed her against the wall, her beautiful face showing a hint of suppressed desire, like a patient hunter who could no longer endure, her teeth pressing against the sweet nape of the prey's neck: 'To cool down... I don't need your labor.' Wei·neck stung·Yin: !! - Afterwards, when she had fully recovered her memory and her status had risen, taking full control of Hua Yu's salary card, Wei Yin, before every heat, would cover her neck with three layers of extra-strength suppressant patches to prevent inducing the energetic alpha who was highly sensitive to her pheromones—though it always failed. Hua Yu fondly patted her head, dug the sulking Wei Yin out from under the covers, and fed her a spoonful of soup: 'You know, I can smell your pheromones.' Wei Yin was very puzzled: 'But they're so faint.' Hua Yu kissed her lips: 'Mm, only I can smell them, because... I've wanted to be your girlfriend for a long time.' Wei Yin: Hmph QAQ! Love is like raising a flower. Step-by-step scheming, strong possessiveness gong vs. slow-witted, naive, gentle and obedient shou. Reading Guide: 1. 1v1, both pure. Memory will be restored later; restoration or not does not affect the romance progress. 2. Mutual doting; extreme shou-con or gong-con are not suitable. Next pre-order 'Before the Divorce Agreement, I Lost My Memory' please bookmark. Zhu Qing fell down the stairs and suffered short-term memory loss. Her best friend brought a mature, abstinent-looking woman: 'Let me introduce you, your wife.' Zhu Qing's mouth formed an 'O': 'Wow.' How did she deserve to win such a beauty? Her best friend said flatly: 'You got drunk, had your way with her, and then didn't acknowledge it.' Zhu Qing: ...!! When did she become such a shameless scoundrel! Her best friend said contemptuously: 'But it's okay now, she wants to sign a divorce agreement with you.' Unable to find evidence to refute, Zhu Qing still wanted to struggle. 'And why the divorce?' Her best friend couldn't stand it anymore and glanced at her: 'Because you don't fulfill your spousal duties and you domestic-violence her.' Zhu Qing: ... Is this even human! — Inside the law firm, two copies of the divorce agreement. Li Lan took time out of her busy work, repeatedly glancing at her watch. A fresh-faced girl poked her head in, carefully sneaked the agreement away and tore it up, looking embarrassed: 'I have more marital property, it's hard to divide. Besides, I have a good temper, how about we discuss it again...' The person who had refused to renew the marriage contract suddenly wanted to discuss again? Li Lan, who earned tens of millions a year, raised an eyebrow and used her best acting skills to stay calm: 'Okay.' — After being discharged, Zhu Qing remembered the reason for the divorce and proactively offered to fulfill her duties. Late at night, she blushed: 'Well, I'll be gentle with you.' Li Lan's gaze deepened. The next day, Zhu Qing layTan in bed, her voice hoarse, red-eyed and confused: 'This duty only needs to be fulfilled once, right?' Li Lan slowly kissed her swollen lips: 'If you cry, then once more.' Zhu Qing: Wailed... and shut up >< Later, Zhu Qing realized she had misjudged. Li Lan was not the long-suffering, tragic wife; she was clearly a big bad wolf who schemed step by step. Being eaten up was true, and the one being eaten was Zhu Qing. The domestic violence was also true—she often unilaterally gave Li Lan the cold shoulder afterwards (smile). She was that big sucker who walked right into the trap! Divorce, must divorce. Until one day, at an entertainment night party, a third-tier star invited Li Lan to dance. Zhu Qing, eyes bloodshot, rushed in front of Li Lan: 'Don't you dare dance, you're mine!' Li Lan instinctively wrapped her arm around her waist: 'Okay, I'm yours.' Older, considerate, strong possessiveness, black-bellied gong vs. timid but playful, self-immolating shou. Next next pre-order 'After Trading with the Tycoon' please bookmark. The company was on the verge of bankruptcy. Fang Yaoguang begged Bai Shunhua for help. 'I lack nothing,' Bai Shunhua hinted with interest, 'I just need a bed partner.' Fang Yaoguang's usually proud and cold face showed shock and struggle. The night she learned the family company was about to go bankrupt, her mother, who hadn't shown up for years, held her hand, tears and snot flowing, begging her to save the family. Fang Yaoguang pulled her hand back, hesitating inside. Her mother had moral failings, but she had also genuinely cared for her. Recalling that thin shred of love, Fang Yaoguang met Bai Shunhua's cold gaze. 'Okay.' — A mutually agreed transaction, but Fang Yaoguang never learned to be obedient and soft, repeatedly rubbing Bai Shunhua the wrong way. 'You take my money and still dare to scheme against me,' Bai Shunhua's voice was cold as iron. 'Do you know the price?' Bai Shunhua occasionally wanted to pity her, but Fang Yaoguang was like a cold, hard, sharp stone—couldn't be warmed, prickly and freezing—so she tormented her even more harshly. But as time passed, Bai Shunhua watched Fang Yaoguang endure humiliation and work overtime day and night for the company, caught a glimpse of Fang Yaoguang biting her lip until it bled when she submitted to her, and after repeated interactions, Bai Shunhua could no longer harden her heart. Fang Yaoguang entangled with her for a long time, finally restoring the leaky shell company to a glamorous state. Little did she know, her mother died, and her half-sister Fang Yaozhu showed up with the will: 'All inheritance, including the company, goes to Fang Yaozhu and her father.' Not a single bit was left for her. — Later, everyone knew. The cold woman who had once turned the tide and saved the company from disaster had disappeared. And the Bai family heir, who had always been devoted to her career and indifferent to love, had almost gone mad. — Bai Shunhua thought Fang Yaoguang was just a satisfying bed partner, a bit fond of her, but dispensable. Until Fang Yaoguang disappeared from her world covered in scars, leaving no trace. Cold, proud, strong self-esteem shou vs. arrogant, conceited, unrecognizing heart gong.