After Amnesia, This Seductive Omega Won’t Stop Flirting with Me

**Carefree Social Butterfly × Overly Possessive Ex-Wife** The Yu and Fu families arranged a marriage, and Yu Yan was initially resistant—until she saw her fiancée’s ethereal beauty. Then she thought, *Maybe this isn’t so bad.* Not only was Fu Yunqing stunning, but she was also elegant, gentle, and thoughtful—practically Yu Yan’s ideal type. Even without love, a beautiful wife was a sight for sore eyes. But before she could admire her much longer, Yu Yan passed out on their wedding night. She woke up three years later to find her family’s company bankrupt, her marriage to Fu Yunqing dissolved, and rumors that *she* was the one who broke Fu Yunqing’s heart. Now crammed into a dingy rental with her best friend, sleeping on a plank, scarfing down greasy takeout, and dressed in bargain-bin fashion, even her nights out meant sharing tables and rides home—a far cry from the luxurious life Yu Yan had always known. With her mother missing and no one left but her ex-wife (who was still filthy rich), Yu Yan, recalling tales of their past happiness, shamelessly set out to win Fu Yunqing back. But after a few awkward attempts, she realized Fu Yunqing was genuinely repelled by her presence. Yu Yan sighed and backed off, unwilling to push her luck. Instead, she flirted her way into the arms of other wealthy women, having so much fun she nearly forgot Fu Yunqing existed. Until one night, just as she was about to leave with another sugar mommy, Yu Yan was stunned when Fu Yunqing—who usually couldn’t stand the sight of her—showed up, had her dragged away by bodyguards, and flung a card at her feet, snarling: “Isn’t it just money you want?” *Oops.*

Yu Ting was cheated on. His ex-girlfriend Ran Xue fell for someone else abroad and decided to spend her life with a French woman. But the Yu and Ran families had long arranged a marriage alliance, a matter of great importance. The Yu patriarch issued an ultimatum: if Yu Ting wanted to inherit the family fortune, he couldn’t break the contract. — Ran Ling, Ran Xue’s older sister and the eldest daughter of the Ran family, was a true Jiangnan beauty—graceful, gentle as water. Unable to speak, she lived in seclusion, frail and dependent on others. Yu Ting married her, thinking it was a tacit business arrangement, only to realize how demanding she was after bringing her home— She was tender, offering the gentlest care when Yu Ting was dead drunk; sweet and shy, calling Yu Ting “wife” in careful strokes on paper; yet fragile-hearted. Though three years older, she’d cry if Yu Ting ignored her messages, refusing to eat until coaxed. If she caught a whiff of another’s perfume on Yu Ting, she’d drag her into the bathroom, scrubbing her over and over with her own soap, determined to imprint her scent. Fragile, obsessive, and capricious. One moment, she’d promise to behave; the next, if Yu Ting got too close to another woman, she’d threaten to run away—barefoot, just to make Yu Ting ache for her. Yet Yu Ting grew obsessed. Though mute, she’d hum seductively in passion. When her voice returned, her favorite thing was draping over Yu Ting, whispering in her ear: “Lo-ve Ting-ting~” She wanted to hide Ting-ting away.

Just after summer break began, rumors started circulating at Huai High: the aloof and proud Student Council President Qiao Shanwen from the top class had somehow caught the attention of the notorious returnee student, Miss Wen Luo. Miss Wen is a troublemaker—reckless, skipping classes, and the Student Council’s biggest headache. Yet, despite being the president, Qiao Shanwen can’t control her. Instead, she’s the one cornered by Wen Luo, left blushing and humiliated, fleeing in embarrassment. Forced to bring Wen Luo breakfast, forced to eat her leftovers, squatting down to tie her shoelaces in public—some even witnessed her being bullied to tears by Wen Luo in the broadcasting room. Even weekends and after-school hours are occupied by Wen Luo. She obeys Wen Luo’s every command, endures her humiliation. Later, Wen Luo leaves to study abroad under her family’s arrangements, and everyone sighs in relief—finally, Qiao Shanwen is free. Then, the Wen family goes bankrupt due to mismanagement, and her mother falls ill from the shock. The once carefree and extravagant Miss Wen is reduced to the most pitiable socialite, left with nothing but her striking beauty. For a role she once could’ve easily obtained, she’s now forced to drink herself into misery. *“Years later, that same girl taunts her the way she once did: ‘It’s been so long. How did you end up in such a sorry state?’”* Then, on a restless, tipsy night, Qiao Shanwen finally snaps, gripping her tightly and demanding the answer to the question that’s haunted her for years: *“Wen Luo, can’t you just focus on me? Can’t you love only me?”* No one knows that back then, Wen Luo claimed far more than just Qiao Shanwen’s time.

Lu Mian's memories of her senior year have blurred, and the unattainable crush she once longed for only occasionally resurfaces in her dreams. By chance, she hears from a friend that the woman is thriving in the capital—successful career, happy marriage, perfect family. Lu Mian genuinely wishes her well. Yet one night, at her usual bar, Lu Mian spots a familiar figure. Dressed seductively, eyes hazy with intoxication, she sits at the counter selling drinks. Lu Mian struggles to reconcile this image with the pristine, graceful girl from her memories. Rumors swirl—maybe her family fell into ruin, her husband left her, and she had no choice but to return home to make ends meet. Watching her former crush being relentlessly pressured to drink, Lu Mian, out of lingering affection, steps in to help. Lin Jian slumps drunkenly into her arms, and Lu Mian can't help but ask, *"That desperate for money?"* Lin Jian smirks. *"Then why don’t you think about keeping me?"* *"I still remember how you used to—"* Lu Mian shakes her head, cutting her off. *"I’ve already let go."* Lin Jian's eyes darken briefly before she falls silent. Not long after, when Lu Mian is set up on a blind date, Lin Jian interrupts, claiming illness and summoning her home. Inside Lin Jian’s shabby, dimly lit apartment, Lu Mian finds her with a high fever—too reluctant to visit a hospital, relying on the cheapest medicine for treatment. Out of lingering sentiment, Lu Mian hires her as an assistant. Through days and nights together, through moments of vulnerability and dependence, Lu Mian grows increasingly tender-hearted... Until she discovers Lin Jian is actually a renowned painter with her own thriving business—far wealthier than Lu Mian herself. Her heart plummets. Once again, just like seven years ago, she’s been played for a fool. Cornered with her secret exposed, Lin Jian pins Lu Mian against the wall, gripping her wrist to keep her from leaving. *"Mian Mian, I was wrong..."* Her lowered lashes hide possessive eyes wet with unshed tears. Lin Jian *is* ill—has been for seven years. And Lu Mian is the only cure. *"You don’t get to let go."*