Omega Transmigrates into the Modern CEO's Secret Wife
By Bao Tang
Synopsis:
Chi Junyan, an Omega, transmigrates into the modern world. The side effects of crossing time and space bring on his mating heat early, leaving him no choice but to grab a random man to help him through the crisis.
A month later, he discovers that he is pregnant.
Shao Siyan, the CEO of a wealthy family, says coldly, “What kind of joke is this? If a man gets a positive result on a pregnancy test, it can only mean he has testicular cancer.”
Later, Shao Siyan kneels before him. “I was wrong!”
[Reading Guide] [Not Tagged as a Sweet Romance]
★ Reposting is strictly prohibited. The person on the cover represents the shou;
★ The setting combines ABO and sentinel-guide elements. Put simply, the shou is a guide Omega. The story also contains secondary and original settings;
★ A double-S-rank Omega shou in both mental power and empathy × a domineering CEO gong with bipolar disorder; male pregnancy; old-school melodrama; 1v1; happy ending.
Content Tags: Male Pregnancy, Fantasy, Wealthy Family, Transmigration Through Time and Space
Search Keywords: Protagonists: Chi Junyan & Shao Siyan | Supporting Characters: Please bookmark my new story, I Can’t Get Divorced After Marrying into a Wealthy Family Through a Fake Pregnancy | Others: ABO, sentinel-guide, Omega, reverse transmigration (Weibo: @JinjiangBaoTang)
One-Sentence Summary: You are my exclusive remedy.
Theme: Face difficulties proactively. Never abandon hope or give up. Only sincerity can win sincerity in return.
The afterglow of sunset spilled across the city, draping it in golden gauze.
Amid the rush-hour traffic, the shriek of brakes was piercing.
The driver reported in a panic, “President Shao, I didn’t hit him.”
The man had fallen some distance from the car. The driver was experienced, and he was certain of it.
Shao Siyan pressed two fingers irritably against the space between his brows. Suppressing his temper, he said in a deep voice, “Give him money and tell him to get lost.”
…
Losing consciousness had caused him to lose control of his mental power. That immense power spread in all directions like floodwater bursting through a dam, yet everyone around him continued going about their business in perfect order, seemingly unaffected.
Someone even broke through the tide of his mental power and walked straight toward him as if nothing stood in the way.
A respectably dressed middle-aged man crouched in front of him and asked, “Can you still walk?” After a pause, he glanced back at the Bugatti. “Our boss wants to know how much money you want.”
…
There was faint contempt in the man’s voice, along with the condescending mockery of someone saying, Why aren’t you thanking him for his generosity? It made Chi Junyan, who was already suffering terribly, deeply uncomfortable.
He barely managed to stabilize his runaway mental power and stop it from spreading without restraint. Supporting his painfully swollen forehead with one hand, he tried to get up.
It took several attempts before he could sit halfway upright. Feeling how empty his mental reserves were and how weak his body had become, he asked hoarsely, “What did you say?”