My Wife Is an Omega – CH45

Chapter 45: Still Haven’t Won Him Over

The weekend before final exams, Jiang Rong spent his time under He Siming’s tutoring—and replenishing pheromones.

The rumor-spreading incident also came to a conclusion.

Aside from the two parties involved, Jiang Rong and He Siming, even Yao Shule, Li Yizhou, and the others didn’t know who had been pulling the strings behind the scenes, nor was there any need to make a big public fuss about it.

Campus gossip faded quickly. Students only knew that the police had taken a male student away, and no further rumors spread.

Qin University as a whole entered exam week.

During exam week, Jiang Rong happened to see Yang Qin once from afar on campus.

He Siming explained the laws of this world to him—Yang Qin had likely returned to school first to sit for exams, then continued serving her sentence afterward, in order to minimize the impact of the incident on campus.

With that, the matter was considered over, and Jiang Rong’s life after transmigrating continued on.

For Jiang Rong, exams were extremely physically draining.

Take Yao Shule and Li Yizhou, for example—although one looked like he loved gaming and the other loved going out to have fun, both of them were attentive in class and had a solid grasp of the key material. Jiang Rong, on the other hand, was still at a beginner’s stage and had to put in far more effort than others just to reach a passing grade.

He Siming felt sorry for him—sleepy every day yet still forcing himself to review. Of course, He Siming had already highlighted the most critical points and tried to persuade him to ease up, but Jiang Rong wouldn’t listen. In the end, He Siming could only stay by his side whenever Jiang Rong needed pheromones and let himself be “used.” The result was that Jiang Rong would be half-asleep, while He Siming was still panting and working hard to replenish his energy.

Because He Siming noticed that when he replenished Jiang Rong with pheromones the night before, Jiang Rong’s mental state was much better the next day—he didn’t know why, but it worked.

After two weeks of exams, the weight Jiang Rong had visibly gained under He Siming’s care dropped a bit. When exams finally ended, Jiang Rong let out a huge sigh of relief.

The school entered winter break, and the next semester wouldn’t start until after the Lantern Festival.

Yao Shule was heading back to the southwest for winter break and asked Jiang Rong if he wanted to go with him.

They all knew that children from welfare institutions usually had to leave once they turned eighteen.

During the first winter break of freshman year, they hadn’t known Jiang Rong’s family situation and didn’t know how he spent it. But they did know about summer break—Jiang Rong had stayed on campus and worked a summer job to earn living expenses.

Jiang Rong went back to the dorm today to pick up some things. He was definitely staying at home for winter break. In this world, he was unfamiliar with everything—the places he knew best were limited to the campus and the apartment near He Siming, which was now their little nest.

“Rongrong, are you really not coming to my place?” Yao Shule said. “I’ll teach you how to play mahjong!”

Jiang Rong smiled and shook his head. “I won’t go this time. I’ll visit when I have time later.”

Li Yizhou said, “How about coming to my place for the New Year? Our family’s small—just the three of us and a dog.”

Yao Shule said, “Don’t you have grandparents and lots of relatives?”

“They don’t celebrate with us,” Li Yizhou explained. “They all go back to our hometown. My mom’s relatives are all here, so we celebrate New Year in the capital.”

“That’s a bit less lively,” Yao Shule said.

He Siming waited downstairs for quite a while and didn’t see Jiang Rong come down, so he went up to get him himself.

Before even entering, he heard Yao Shule and Li Yizhou trying to coax Jiang Rong into going home with them for the New Year.

“Why are you two still here?” He Siming asked.

“We’re leaving right now,” Yao Shule said. “Hey, God He—Rongrong’s staying at your place for winter break?”

“Yeah,” He Siming replied. “We’re spending the New Year together.”

“Good, that puts my mind at ease. Then I’ll leave Rongrong in your care,” Yao Shule said. “I’m off—happy New Year in advance! I’ll bring you spicy rabbit heads when school starts!”

“Happy New Year. Take care on the way,” Jiang Rong said.

“Hahaha, our Rongrong knows how to care about people now!” Yao Shule laughed.

Jiang Rong: “……”

He simply dragged his large green suitcase downstairs.

“Then I’m heading out too. Happy New Year!” Li Yizhou said.

“Happy New Year,” Jiang Rong replied.

Li Yizhou followed after Yao Shule. Since he lived in the same city and went home every two or three weeks, he had much less stuff—just a backpack.

After seeing off the two liveliest roommates, the feeling was different from usual.

That feeling of everyone else having a home, while you yourself had nowhere to settle.

He Siming saw Jiang Rong sink into low spirits again and could tell at a glance what was making him feel desolate.

He lightly bit Jiang Rong’s cheek. “What are you spacing out for? We’re going home. Is this all you’re taking?”

Jiang Rong nodded. “Yeah, that’s all.” He looked at He Siming and smiled—maybe he’d have a home of his own someday, too.

Over the past two weeks, students who finished exams early had been leaving campus one after another. The School of Computer Science was relatively late. When they walked out of campus, there were fewer students on the road—just a handful dragging suitcases onto the campus shuttle toward the gate.

Jiang Rong looked at the trees lining the school, their leaves gone, bare branches left behind, and marveled at the fact that he had already been in this world for nearly four months.

Seeing a flash of sadness in his eyes, He Siming said, “I’ll take you out to have fun when spring comes. Winter’s too cold—now’s not suitable.”

Jiang Rong nodded obediently. “Mm, okay.”

He Siming’s heart melted completely. How could someone be this well-behaved, agreeing to everything?

On the first day of winter break, Jiang Rong slept in, then got up to wash up, weigh himself, and measure his waist.

He’d gained a tiny bit more weight, but his face didn’t have much flesh. Over the past two weeks, he’d been reviewing every day, sleeping an hour later than before, and sometimes even squeezing in time to replenish pheromones.

Suddenly not having to attend early-morning classes felt a bit strange.

Jiang Rong poured himself a cup of warm water and drank it. He didn’t see He Siming in the living room, but he could hear machines running in the gym.

So He Siming was working out. He was extremely self-disciplined and exercised every day.

On the treadmill, He Siming wore a simple tank top and sweatpants. The muscle lines on his arms and back were clear—lean muscle, the type that looks slim in clothes but muscular when undressed.

Leaning against the doorframe, Jiang Rong admired this handsome man who was “not an Alpha yet better than one.” In their original world, an Alpha like this would be wildly popular among Omegas—perhaps even more so than here. It was said that some Omegas would deliberately release pheromones during an Alpha’s susceptible period to get them. In any world, there were always people with crazy ideas.

At some point, He Siming stepped off the treadmill and wiped his sweat with a towel.

He leaned closer to Jiang Rong and asked, “Looks good? You’re staring like you’re stunned.”

Jiang Rong nodded shyly. “Yeah. It looks good.”

He Siming chuckled. “So honest—how about a reward kiss?”

“Huh?” Jiang Rong blinked.

“I’ll go shower first, then come back to reward you,” He Siming said.

“……” Jiang Rong wasn’t particularly craving it right now.

He knew better than to say that out loud—otherwise He Siming would have several kisses waiting for him. He was a total kiss maniac.

Three days later, Jiang Rong started making a study plan for his winter break.

Yes—he was still studying.

He Siming helped him outline the plan and even chose well-reviewed online courses from training institutions. Classes started at ten every morning—one session in the morning and one in the afternoon.

The course content was roughly aligned with Jiang Rong’s current progress, so the pressure wasn’t too high. If it covered material he’d already learned at school, it was fine to skip.

He Siming had his own work to stay busy with—he was even busier than during the semester.

Jiang Rong liked sitting by the dining area, soaking up the sun while attending classes, which didn’t disturb He Siming.

After finishing his morning class, he saw He Siming sitting at the computer, frowning at a newly designed product.

Jiang Rong poured him a glass of water. “What’s wrong? Is it an algorithm issue, or is the product functionality troubling you?”

By now, he could basically discuss professional topics with He Siming, who always explained things very carefully to him.

He Siming was currently trying to build a social platform integrated with video software—but successful video platforms already existed.

“I feel like the product is a bit ordinary,” He Siming said. “Compared to competitors, it seems to lack standout features.”

Jiang Rong hadn’t understood much before, and studying plus pregnancy had already taken up most of his energy, so he hadn’t asked much about what He Siming was busy with.

“Can I take a look at your competitor analysis? Maybe I can give you some suggestions?”

He Siming pulled him onto his lap and opened the detailed competitor comparison that Tang Yucheng had sent.

Jiang Rong took the mouse and read through it carefully.

Gradually, he understood what kind of effect He Siming wanted to achieve.

“A software that combines shopping, video, livestream commerce, and life sharing,” Jiang Rong said thoughtfully. “Then maybe you could focus more on sharing? From what I see, these competitors all mainly do short videos.”

In his original world, he often used sharing platforms. The products He Siming showed him were also ones his classmates used a lot—Yao Shule especially loved scrolling through them and even posted videos sometimes.

“Yeah,” He Siming said.

“Isn’t it a bit repetitive?” Jiang Rong continued. “In the end, you’d just be fighting others for resources, and it’d be hard to win.”

Listening to his clear reasoning, He Siming raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like you have ideas?”

Jiang Rong thought about his habits from his original world. He realized he’d never downloaded a platform that was truly focused on pure sharing.

“How about making life sharing the core?” he suggested. “For example, if I want to learn how to cook a dish, this platform would be the first thing I think of. Also, you could add a translation feature so overseas users can use it. I’ve noticed many platforms don’t have that.”

“Overseas users?” He Siming repeated.

“Yeah,” Jiang Rong said. “I’ve used quite a few apps without translation.”

He’d read history books and modern history in the library and learned about the country’s education system. He knew that English—not Chinese—was the international lingua franca, even though Chinese speakers were numerous.

He Siming kissed Jiang Rong’s face hard. “You’ve really helped me a lot—solved the two biggest problems troubling me. Once the project launches, I’ll split half the company’s profits with you.”

“What?” Jiang Rong was startled. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Sometimes a novel idea is what matters most,” He Siming said.

“But half the profits is too much—”

“I’ll give you shares instead,” He Siming cut in.

“That sounds like empty promises,” Jiang Rong said.

He Siming rested his hand on Jiang Rong’s lower abdomen and said sincerely, “I don’t make empty promises to you. I really mean it.”

Jiang Rong had only known He Siming for about three months, but He Siming always did what he said he would. Still, Jiang Rong had his own considerations.

He hadn’t forgotten that he wasn’t the “Jiang Rong” of this world. What if the real Jiang Rong returned one day?

“Even if there are shares, you don’t need to give them to me,” he said. “You can save them for the baby.”

He Siming kissed the corner of his lips. “What’s mine is yours and the baby’s. Come to the company with me this afternoon—you came up with the idea, so you should be involved.”

Jiang Rong was surprised. “But I—”

Before transmigrating, he’d only been a college student. He hadn’t entered the workforce yet. He’d participated in professors’ projects, but only as a minor helper.

“I’m serious,” He Siming said. “You can just sit there—the future major shareholder.”

In truth, he was worried Jiang Rong might grow emotionally stifled staying home all day. Taking him out would be better.

Jiang Rong’s eyes lit up, though he was a bit nervous. “But I don’t understand much yet.”

“Consider it learning in advance?” He Siming suggested.

“Alright then,” Jiang Rong said. “I want to see your new company.”

“It’s just a newly formed small team,” He Siming said. “You’ll also meet my friend, a project partner—and my childhood friend.”

“Like Ding Yan, a rich second-generation heir?” Jiang Rong asked.

He knew more or less about Ding Yan’s reputation at school.

“Ding Yan doesn’t even compare,” He Siming said. “This one’s a true businessman—sharp mind, mature and steady. I want to introduce you to him.”

Jiang Rong knew that He Siming was always, inadvertently, drawing him into his world and his social circle. Saying he wasn’t moved would be a lie.

He wrapped his arms around He Siming’s waist and buried his face in his neck. “Mm.”

Without pheromone-driven needs interfering, it was a rare moment of pure tenderness.

He Siming kissed his earlobe, checked the time, then lifted Jiang Rong’s legs and carried him to the sofa—recently, his favorite pheromone-replenishing station.

Jiang Rong tried to stop him. “Wait—will we still make it this afternoon?”

“Time’s a bit tight,” He Siming said unhurriedly, “but we’ll make it.”

He Siming knew exactly what Jiang Rong liked. Though his peach-scented clothes were still on, his body was filled with lime fragrance. Jiang Rong felt so comfortable that he could only cling to He Siming’s neck, eyes closed, savoring the moment.

That afternoon, He Siming took Jiang Rong into a high-rise building.

Their project’s office was here—a workspace of over three hundred square meters, the result of He Siming’s recent days of overtime.

At the moment, the people working there were mostly programmers from the development team.

Tang Yucheng was discussing something with technical staff when he saw He Siming walk over with a beautiful young man in a light blue down jacket.

Tang Yucheng’s gaze landed on Jiang Rong. “You’re here?”

He Siming knew what he wanted to ask and simply said, “Mm. Let’s have the meeting.”

In front of so many people, Tang Yucheng couldn’t ask more, but he knew this was He Siming’s bad taste—this bastard was doing it on purpose.

Tang Yucheng gathered everyone for the meeting. Jiang Rong quietly stayed by He Siming’s side, sitting next to him the entire time.

The meeting atmosphere was quite good. The receptionist prepared fruit, snacks, and afternoon tea. He Siming even peeled an orange for Jiang Rong—sour fruit could help relieve nausea. Fortunately, Jiang Rong’s morning sickness wasn’t as severe as before.

Each module lead first reported their development progress. He Siming spoke last.

“There’s a new direction now—we want to add an automatic translation feature. Also, we can prioritize sharing for users, using big data to push content they’re interested in—shared notes, videos, and so on…”

Jiang Rong listened attentively. He really came to learn. He stayed quiet and well-behaved the whole time—when He Siming fed him fruit, he ate fruit; when he fed him snacks, he ate snacks. Only when he was full did he shake his head. Then He Siming would finish the remaining half for him.

Tang Yucheng watched the whole thing: “……”

After the meeting, everyone was very interested in the new direction, and development of the new features was assigned to one of the programmers.

Later, Jiang Rong learned that they were all Qin University alumni—his seniors, really—with outstanding academic and professional backgrounds.

Finally done, Jiang Rong felt the effects of the baby’s growth—changes in his reproductive cavity pressed on his bladder, making him need the restroom more often.

Tang Yucheng couldn’t wait and followed He Siming into his office.

With interest, he asked, “The one who came with you—who is he?”

“My roommate,” He Siming replied. “I’m pursuing him. Haven’t won him over yet.”

Tang Yucheng was just about to mock him when He Siming added, “But we’re living together now, sleeping in the same bed.”

Tang Yucheng: “……”

“My parents know too—it’s basically meeting the parents,” He Siming said. (His uncle counted as family as well.)

Tang Yucheng: “……”

“I should be able to treat you to wedding wine this year,” He Siming continued. “Prepare two red envelopes.”

Tang Yucheng: “……”

He wanted to slap his own mouth.

Damn mouth—why did you ask?

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