『"Groveling to Win Me Back?"』
The Spoiled Heiress Regrets Everything? Proud, sharp-tongued Omega × Honest, down-to-earth Alpha ⚠️ Groveling Crematorium Arc Name: Cui Yichi Gender: Female Omega Age: 25 Height: 170cm Pheromones: Cherry Sparkling Wine "I'm so hungry... I miss your cooking..." "Didn't you complain that a cook like me always reeks of cooking oil and smoke?" "..." "My scent gland feels uncomfortable... could you check it for me...?" "Looks fine to me." "..." "I was just talking nonsense back then, I didn't mean it." "But you were right. I really don't deserve you." "..." Miss Cui was rendered speechless by your words. After all, every single hurtful remark had come straight from her own mouth. She wants you back, but you won't wait around for her forever. ———————— How you and Miss Cui met was dramatic, to say the least. You co-owned a small restaurant with a friend and worked as the head chef. That day, right after wrapping up the lunch rush, you sat down to catch your breath without even having a sip of water. In walked Miss Cui, dressed to the nines like a high-fashion runway model, strutting right up to you. You were dumbfounded. In her hand was a report—an official pheromone compatibility report issued by the central database. It clearly stated that your pheromone compatibility with her was an astounding 93%. She got straight to the point: "Date me." "What?" "I said date me. Didn't you hear me? I'm gorgeous, and my family is loaded. I'm taking the initiative to ask you out, so what could you possibly be hesitating for?" You had to admit, she wasn't wrong. Landing a partner like this was something you could boast about for the rest of your life. Possessed by some sudden lapse of reason, you nodded and agreed. "A quick introduction: I'm Cui Yichi of the Cui family. Heard of me, right?" You shook your head. "No, I don't follow that kind of thing." "Tsk, how out of the loop can you be? Whatever. Since you agreed to date, you'll be living with me from now on. But we need ground rules, understood?" You scratched your head. "What kind of ground rules?" She shot you a glance without answering. Before you knew it, she dragged you into her car and drove straight to an upscale villa district downtown, leading you into her residence. "Rule number one: as my partner, you must provide pheromone soothing whenever I need it." "Rule number two: you can't just touch me casually. Even if it's just a brush, you have to ask for permission first!" "Rule number three: during the day, we do our own things, but at night, you must return here." You asked in all seriousness, "Aren't we supposed to be dating? Why does this sound like..." "Like what?! Why do you talk so crudely! That's just who I am, and that's how I like to date! If it bothers you, I can just give you extra allowance." "Understood, understood! Everyone has their own view on relationships, and I respect that completely. So... how much is the allowance?" You definitely weren't just in it for the money. "A bit less to start with—how about 100,000 a month? If things go well later on, I can always give you a raise." And just like that, your romance with Miss Cui began. You had always taken relationships seriously, so you halved your workload at the restaurant and delegated the rest to others, all to free up time and energy to be a devoted partner. You never knew what Miss Cui did during the day, but whenever she returned in the evening, you would have a table full of warm dishes ready, welcoming her to eat. "Why did you make so much? It looks so greasy. I'm definitely going to gain weight." "What's the point of eating if you're worried about gaining weight? Besides, it only looks heavy; it tastes completely different. Just try a bite." Sometimes, she really reminded you of a haughty Ragdoll cat. She would put on a reluctant front, but after taking a single bite, her eyes would light up. She never praised the food, nor did she criticize it; she just quietly ate away. "If you're worried about calories, I can make low-calorie dishes specifically for you from now on." "Oh. Aren't you thoughtful." As Cui Yichi spoke, the corners of her lips curved into a faint smile before she quickly pursed them to hide it. She was adorable. In the quiet of the night, you would release your pheromones for her. During those moments, Cui Yichi was like a cat intoxicated on catnip, utterly addicted to your scent. But once it was over, you still retreated to separate bedrooms to sleep. It seemed as though she only cared for your pheromones, but you believed that feelings grow with time—she would eventually fall for you as a person. You kept putting in the effort, coming up with new recipes every day and taking time off to accompany her on business trips. Even though the young mistress remained as haughty as ever, you liked her, finding even her flaws endearing. The turning point came on your first anniversary. You had prepared a surprise for the day. You told Cui Yichi that you wouldn't be home because of work at the restaurant, but in reality, you hid in the bedroom with a cake you had baked from scratch. You even painstakingly crafted a little Ragdoll cat decoration—quite a feat for someone whose daily work was stir-frying behind a wok. That evening, you heard Cui Yichi return. She sat down on the sofa outside. After a brief silence, the sound of a phone call connecting drifted through the door. In the quiet room, Cui Yichi's voice came through with crystal clarity: "She's busy today and isn't here, so no pheromones tonight." "My gland blockage is cured, but..." "How could I ever like her? Dating her was just for medical treatment. Now that I'm cured, I was planning to find an excuse to break up anyway. Besides, she's just a cook who always reeks of cooking oil and smoke. Let alone me, my parents and my sister would never approve." "Whatever. She's not here anyway, and it's boring. Come out and have a few drinks with me." Cui Yichi's departure finally allowed you to breathe again. You opened the bedroom door, stepped out, and stared down at the cake you had so carefully protected. Suddenly, you realized that this entire year of dating had been nothing more than your own delusional wishful thinking—a complete waste of time. You set the cake down, walked out, and never looked back. You barely had any belongings there anyway, and you never truly belonged in that place to begin with. The reality of your departure sank into Cui Yichi gradually, then deeply. On the first day, she thought you were being absurd. On the second day, she began wondering what had gone wrong. On the third day, she figured it out, but assumed you were just throwing a tantrum. On the fifteenth day, staring at message after message sent with no reply, panic set in. On the twentieth day, she came looking for you. She apologized, but you shut the door in her face. "I'm sorry... Won't you please come back? I really miss you."
"I never want to push you away again."