After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega (GL) - Chapter 32

The moment Mo Zhaoyan saw Lin Changsheng, she could immediately smell the fresh scent of oranges in the air — Lin Changsheng’s pheromone. Mo Zhaoyan hurried forward to check her condition.

Lin Changsheng was now wearing only her undergarments, her outer clothes completely removed. Mo Zhaoyan quickly reached out and touched her forehead — she was burning up.

Feeling the sudden coolness on her forehead, Lin Changsheng instinctively leaned into the touch, murmuring softly, “It hurts…”

Mo Zhaoyan gently lifted the hair at the back of Lin Changsheng’s neck to inspect her gland. It was flushed red.

Ever since Lin Changsheng’s gland had been injured, every susceptibility period was sheer agony for her. Due to the need to release large amounts of pheromones, combined with her special constitution, there was nothing comforting about these episodes — only suffering.

The genetic hierarchy among Alphas and Omegas was strict. As an inferior-grade Alpha, Lin Changsheng’s pheromones would not affect individuals of a higher class. As a B-grade Beta, Tang Ying wasn’t affected at all; she could barely even sense Lin Changsheng’s pheromone presence.

Still, judging from Lin Changsheng’s state, it was clear she had entered her susceptibility period.

“I remember Changsheng brought an inhibitor when she came. Check her luggage,” Mo Zhaoyan instructed.

Gently patting Lin Changsheng’s back to soothe her, Mo Zhaoyan’s expression was filled with concern. Sweat had already broken out on Lin Changsheng’s forehead, and her body trembled slightly — the pain she was enduring was unimaginable.

Mo Zhaoyan wished it could be her suffering instead, yet at this moment, she couldn’t even share the burden.

Fortunately, Tang Ying quickly found the inhibitor bottle and handed it over.

Mo Zhaoyan sprayed the inhibitor directly onto Lin Changsheng’s gland, but strangely, it didn’t seem to help at all. Lin Changsheng’s body only grew hotter and hotter.

Feeling that something was wrong, Mo Zhaoyan picked up the inhibitor bottle to check its details.

Sensing the cooler presence moving away, Lin Changsheng instinctively clutched at Mo Zhaoyan’s hand and whispered brokenly, “Don’t go…”

Mo Zhaoyan hurriedly leaned down again, holding Lin Changsheng’s hand tightly in reassurance. With her other hand, she checked the label on the bottle.

“It’s expired,” Mo Zhaoyan said, her voice tight. “No wonder it didn’t work.”

Lin Changsheng’s special condition meant that ordinary inhibitors were ineffective for her. Seeing her worsening condition, Mo Zhaoyan knew there was only one solution left.

“Go to my room and bring my inhibitor. Spray it around the doorway and guard the door. Understand?” she ordered.

Tang Ying instantly understood Mo Zhaoyan’s intent.

As an S-grade Omega, if Mo Zhaoyan released her pheromones unchecked, the entire building could fall into chaos. Fortunately, her personal inhibitor was top-grade. As long as Tang Ying secured the perimeter properly, it would be manageable.

“President Mo?” Tang Ying hesitated briefly, worried.

“Just do it,” Mo Zhaoyan said firmly.

“Yes,” Tang Ying replied without further questions, though she couldn’t help feeling puzzled.

Just not long ago, Mo Zhaoyan had been preparing to divorce Lin Changsheng. Yet now, her attitude was completely different — protective, almost desperate.

After Tang Ying finished the preparations, Mo Zhaoyan locked the room door tightly, sealing off all pheromone leakage.

She then gently lifted Lin Changsheng, helping her lie properly on the bed.

Lin Changsheng, caught in a daze between fever and half-consciousness, squinted her eyes at the approaching figure. She could only vaguely make out a blurry silhouette.

“Mo Zhaoyan?” she murmured.

Mo Zhaoyan, who had just removed her own jacket, looked over and saw Lin Changsheng struggling to open her eyes. Realizing that Lin Changsheng’s mind was still hovering between dreams and reality, she reached into Lin Changsheng’s suitcase, pulled out a silk ribbon, and carefully blindfolded her.

Lin Changsheng, who could at least see a faint figure before, now found herself plunged into complete darkness. She instinctively felt uneasy.

But the familiar, reassuring voice soon followed: “Don’t be afraid.”

Mo Zhaoyan had been too embarrassed to undress in front of Lin Changsheng — that was why she had first covered Lin Changsheng’s eyes.

Lin Changsheng, hearing the faint rustle of movement, soon felt a cool, refreshing aura enveloping her. It was Mo Zhaoyan’s pheromone. Perhaps because it was her lover’s scent, it provided Lin Changsheng immense comfort, and gradually, the intense heat in her body began to subside.

Soon, Lin Changsheng felt her body lighten. A soft, guiding touch seemed to beckon her forward.

Her body, led by that gentle sensation, slowly moved closer, exploring every inch of Mo Zhaoyan’s skin.

Ice and fire mingled. Their pheromones intertwined at zero distance, skin against skin.

The humid, heated atmosphere grew thick with their mingling scents, even as the storm raged on outside, the sea breeze carrying with it a heavy, salty dampness.

Lin Changsheng had never experienced anything like this.

Though exhausted, she felt overwhelming joy. Gradually, she took control — no longer a naive child, but someone who had learned to explore instinctively. Familiarity guided her; she knew every sensitive spot of Mo Zhaoyan’s body.

Under her touch, Mo Zhaoyan responded helplessly, like a fish darting through water, vibrant and alive.

Though Lin Changsheng could no longer see, her sense of touch had heightened severalfold. It felt as if she were sinking into a vast, endless ocean, unable and unwilling to escape — drowning in tenderness.

They didn’t stop until dawn.

If not for the noise of the storm outside muffling the sounds within, the entire building would have heard their night of madness.

Mo Zhaoyan lay on her side, her whole body sore, exchanging a gaze with Lin Changsheng — who had finally quieted down, completely exhausted.

At some point during the night, the silk blindfold had long disappeared.

Mo Zhaoyan couldn’t resist gently brushing her fingertips across Lin Changsheng’s cheek, reluctant to part from the moment, savoring the lingering warmth — dreamlike and unreal.

She had thought she would never again feel such intimacy with Lin Changsheng.

She hadn’t expected her body to respond so instinctively — still moved by her, still uncontrollably yielding.

Even though she could have stopped Lin Changsheng’s wildness, she hadn’t.

Was it because she was reluctant?
Or was it because deep down… she had yearned for it too?

Lin Changsheng made a soft, drowsy noise but showed no signs of waking.

Filled with tender affection, Mo Zhaoyan could no longer resist — she leaned down and pressed a light kiss at the corner of Lin Changsheng’s lips, gently tracing her mouth with the tip of her tongue before pulling back, her emotions concealed once again as she sat up to get dressed.

Dawn was fast approaching.

Even putting on clothes, Mo Zhaoyan felt a deep, aching soreness all over.

She moved carefully, tucking Lin Changsheng under the blanket, checking several times to ensure she was comfortable before finally pushing open the window, letting the remaining pheromones and mixed scents disperse into the fresh morning air.

When she opened the door, she found Tang Ying crouched nearby, struggling to stay awake, heavy with fatigue but still alert.

Upon seeing Mo Zhaoyan emerge, Tang Ying immediately stood up straight.

She had spent the entire night enduring — half-hearing the faint, suppressed moans and whimpers from inside, their ambiguous echoes tormenting her without mercy.

“President Mo,” she greeted respectfully.

Mo Zhaoyan gave a light nod, taking in Tang Ying’s exhausted, dark-ringed eyes — not that she herself was in much better shape.

There was still time to catch a little sleep. She waved Tang Ying away to rest.

Returning to her own room, Mo Zhaoyan was disheveled and worn. She hastily stripped off her clothes, tossing them aside, and stepped into the shower.

Standing before the mirror afterward, she couldn’t help but curse softly under her breath.

The sight that greeted her was a mess — bruises and marks everywhere.

That little rascal really has endless energy, she thought, biting back a smile.
Not a single place on my body was left unscathed.

Fortunately, there were no marks on her neck. As long as she dressed conservatively, no one would notice. After finishing her own shower, Mo Zhaoyan made another trip to Lin Changsheng’s room to tidy her up as well.

Lin Changsheng, completely exhausted, didn’t even stir as Mo Zhaoyan wiped her down — at most, she mumbled a few incoherent sounds.

After dressing Lin Changsheng properly in clean sleepwear, Mo Zhaoyan finally left the room. She allowed herself a short rest, barely closing her eyes for an hour or two before Gu Ximeng came to call everyone.

Meanwhile, Lin Changsheng woke up in a daze, feeling muddled.

She vaguely remembered dreaming a long dream the previous night.

At first, there had been unbearable heat, followed by intense pain, and then — a cool, soothing touch. It had felt so comfortable.

Standing in front of the mirror for a long time, Lin Changsheng couldn’t recall exactly what had happened. She seemed to remember a hazy, celestial figure — like a goddess — appearing in her dream.

Looking at the clean sleepwear she was now wearing, she felt increasingly confused.

There were no traces of anyone else’s scent in the room, nor on her own body.

Was it just a dream?

Lin Changsheng absently touched the corner of her lips, where she could almost still feel a lingering warmth. She murmured softly, “Mo Zhaoyan…?”

The only person she could think of was Mo Zhaoyan.

Maybe her susceptibility period had come early. She glanced at the inhibitor she had taken out — but upon closer inspection, she noticed that the expiration date had long passed, which only deepened her confusion.

Then she spotted the silk ribbon scattered on the floor, picked it up, and tossed it back into her suitcase.

How did this even get out? she wondered.

At that moment, someone from the production team came knocking.

The storm had finally stopped, and communications had been restored.

However, due to the extraordinary events of the previous day, the production team decided to end this recording session early and relocate to a different site.

This decision wasn’t made solely because of the weather. Another reason was that the island had become entangled in another ongoing case. After discussions with Chen Lin, Gu Ximeng learned that Chen Lin did not intend to interact with Lin Changsheng — but to avoid any future incidents, the program would leave the island.

Gu Ximeng, worried about similar problems arising again, chose to suspend the recording for now.

Mo Zhaoyan and Lin Changsheng boarded the same flight.

Lin Changsheng, still preoccupied with her dream from the previous night, kept stealing glances at Mo Zhaoyan.

Unconsciously, she found herself matching the face from her dreams to the real one beside her.

And then — her cheeks flushed red.

If it hadn’t been a dream…
Had something actually happened between her and Mo Zhaoyan?

“Mo Zhaoyan… did you come see me last night?” Lin Changsheng asked hesitantly.

Mo Zhaoyan studied Lin Changsheng’s face for a moment. Seeing the genuine bewilderment there, she decided against telling the truth.

“No,” Mo Zhaoyan said lightly. “I went looking for you, but you weren’t there. So I went back to my room.”

Strictly speaking, Mo Zhaoyan wasn’t lying — she had indeed gone looking. Bai Qin and Gu Ruoyun had seen her inquiring about Lin Changsheng’s whereabouts.

Hearing Mo Zhaoyan’s denial, Lin Changsheng felt a twinge of self-mockery.

Of course.
How could someone like Mo Zhaoyan possibly do such things with her?

It must have been just a beautiful dream, Lin Changsheng thought.

—

Meanwhile, on another flight, Hua Miaomiao had deliberately arranged to sit beside Tang Ying — even spending extra money to reserve the adjacent seat.

“Hey, hey, hey! You don’t look like you slept well. What were you up to last night?” Hua Miaomiao teased, leaning toward her. “Didn’t come find me — went to find some other woman? I’m heartbroken~”

Tang Ying, sleep-deprived and cranky, didn’t even bother replying. She simply closed her eyes, trying to catch a little rest.

Unexpectedly, Hua Miaomiao leaned in close to Tang Ying’s ear and whispered, “I know~ You were guarding the door for Mo Zhaoyan and Lin Changsheng all night~”

Tang Ying’s eyes snapped open sharply, her cold gaze immediately locking onto Hua Miaomiao.

Feigning fear, Hua Miaomiao playfully backed off a little, though a teasing smile remained on her face.

“How do you know that?” Tang Ying asked coldly.

“Please,” Hua Miaomiao said lightly, crossing her arms. “Mo Zhaoyan has secret guards — you think I’m not entitled to have my own?”

She added, lazily twirling a strand of hair, “Besides, I know Chen Lin too.”