After Marking a Paranoid CEO [Transmigration] - Chapter 1

When Xia Youxi found herself in an unfamiliar environment, her hand still on the doorknob, her mind was blank. She remembered just moments ago sitting in the van, engrossed in a serialized novel on her phone. How had she ended up here?

A sharp pain in the back of her neck made her instinctively reach up to touch it, only to recoil from the burning heat.

Something was definitely wrong. No reality show could create this kind of effect.

Had she transmigrated?

Xia Youxi scanned the room. The lights were off, the only illumination coming from the faint glow seeping through the crack under the door of the adjacent room. The dimness blurred her surroundings, but after taking a few steps, she surmised she was in a luxurious hotel suite. The room next to her—the one with the doorknob she’d been holding—must be the bedroom.

Was she supposed to go back to bed?

Xia Youxi cautiously pushed the door open a crack. A narrow beam of light spilled out, accompanied by a rush of cold air. Rubbing her arms, she squinted inside and caught a glimpse of a figure in the mirror on the side wall. The person lay on the bed with their back to the door, their shapely figure draped in a black silk dress. Their exposed toes curled inward, as if suppressing some intense emotion.

Xia Youxi wanted to go in and help, but the door opened a little further, releasing a wave of fragrance. It wasn’t the scent of any real-world flowers or fruits, but rather something akin to a perfume she had once used—Passage d’Enfer—though this smelled even colder and more aloof.

Pheromones?

Xia Youxi’s eyes widened. The woman inside seemed to have noticed her. In the mirror, she saw the woman turn her head, half-long hair obscuring her cheek, revealing a pair of strikingly beautiful yet chillingly cold eyes. Though those eyes didn’t meet hers directly, Xia Youxi felt a bone-deep chill.

She shuddered, her heart pounding with fear, yet she forced herself to move her wrist slowly, trying not to startle the other woman.

This scene reminded her of plots from certain novels she had read—where those who entered such places rarely met a good end.

Xia Youxi decided to flee.

She turned sideways, using the wooden door as cover, slipped off her high heels, and began to move slowly toward the main exit. But after only two steps, a searing pain suddenly erupted at the back of her neck, forcing her to lower her head. Her head swam, and the hand she touched to her forehead burned.

Her steps became unsteady and trembling, her straight path curving back toward the bedroom door. Weak and drained, she leaned against the wood, pressed her ear to the panel, and heard a soft, drawn-out “Mmm…”

The voice was soft and gentle, like a siren’s song on the sea. Xia Youxi, the sailor on the ship, felt her body tingle with a numbing sensation as her mind began to cloud.

If Xia Youxi had previously considered escape, now only one thought consumed her: she wanted her.

She wanted to push open the door, find the enchanting creature who had lured her in, and then—claim her as her own.

Her hand gripped the doorknob again. Without hesitation, Xia Youxi twisted it open, her body still trembling, whether from pain or cold, she couldn’t tell. She staggered inside, the intoxicating fragrance growing stronger with each step, forming a path leading into the abyss.

Desire hardened her resolve. As if regaining some strength, she crawled onto the bed.

The woman on the bed glared at her with disgust and kicked out at Xia Youxi’s arm. But the woman was too weak; the kick felt more like a brush than a blow. Xia Youxi seized her ankle, her fingertips tracing circles around it. She heard another moan, and the strength within her surged. Yet she refrained from using brute force, instead slowly straddling the woman, her gaze burning with primal intensity.

What was the woman before her?

Lost in her frenzy, Xia Youxi couldn’t articulate it.

She was now nothing more than a wild beast driven by hunger, and the woman before her was a delectable little rabbit—cheeks flushed, whimpering at the slightest touch.

I want to devour her.

The thought roared through her mind, repeating endlessly. Xia Youxi, or rather, the pheromone-maddened beast within her, finally struck.

She pinned down the hand flailing against her back, leaned down, and pressed her face against the woman’s neck. The bedside lamp illuminated a dark mole on her neck, like a tempting candy, drawing Xia Youxi’s tongue to lick it.

“Mmm…”

Another soft whimper escaped the woman beneath her, her body trembling. Xia Youxi’s heart skipped a beat. She reached across the woman’s shoulder, gently pulling her upright until her head rested against Xia Youxi’s shoulder. With a gentle hand, she brushed aside the long hair draped over the woman’s back, exposing the flushed scent gland. She opened her mouth and bit down.

She wasn’t from this world and didn’t understand marking, but instinct guided her. Her teeth pierced flesh as she poured her scent into the wound, desperately trying to fill every crevice, to claim the woman in her arms as her own.

The ravenous beast reveled in conquering its prey. Suddenly, a sharp pain stabbed through her back. Her brow furrowed, but before she could investigate, she collapsed unconscious.

The woman removed the needle from her back and tossed it aside. The small syringe rolled twice across the blanket before coming to a stop. Yet the woman on the bed didn’t push away the uninvited guest sprawled over her. She was too weak, her body drained of strength, and…

At such close proximity, she caught Xia Youxi’s pheromones—a strange, sweet blend of white floral and fruity notes. It was a scent she normally loathed, but as it drifted toward her, it felt like a secret balm, soothing away her pain.

So comforting.

Her resisting hand relaxed, slowly draping over Xia Youxi’s nape. As she inhaled the sweet fragrance, a faint smile touched her usually aloof lips. She drew Xia Youxi closer and settled back into the bed, turning onto her side.

From a distance, they almost looked like a pair of lovers.

Of course, Xia Youxi wouldn’t agree. She was currently in a state of panic.

In her semiconscious state, a strange voice had drifted into her mind, telling her, “I’m afraid, Miss, you’re already dead.”

“Huh?” Xia Youxi responded to the mysterious voice. Perhaps sensing her disbelief, the voice replayed the scene of her death before her eyes.

Xia Youxi finally understood: while she had been engrossed in reading, the nanny van she was riding home late at night had been involved in a fatal accident. It was tragic—a former idol who had worked tirelessly for years had finally been nominated for Best Actress, only to die before the awards ceremony.

Grief tightened Xia Youxi’s lips.

The mysterious voice urged her, “Don’t be sad. Even though you died, you’ve transmigrated into a novel! A late-night hotel, a beautiful woman lying on a large bed—aren’t you excited, satisfied, and… familiar?”

Xia Youxi wanted to curse, “No.”

Though she adored beautiful women, that earlier behavior had been utterly inappropriate. She couldn’t understand why, when she had been trying to escape, she had suddenly lost control and rushed in to hug and kiss the woman.

Ah, this is too much.

Xia Youxi hung her head, pressed her palm to her forehead, and cursed herself.

The mysterious voice asked, “You’re called ‘Go, Sister Mu!’ I thought you liked her?”

Wait a minute… wasn’t that her comment ID from the novel?

And that question…

Xia Youxi froze. “Are you trying to tell me I’ve transmigrated into an ABO novel called Dominant Alpha CEO: Where Can the Top-Tier Omega Escape? And… that I immediately marked the main villain, Mu Huayue?”

“Exactly! It’s all thanks to your sincere devotion to the author. Readers like you—who subscribe, leave comments, and send tips—are the kind she prays for daily, wishing you success, wealth, peace, and the ability to transmigrate to any novel you desire…”

Before she could finish, Xia Youxi cut her off coldly. “Enough with the blessings. Tell me how to survive first.”

In the original story, Mu Huayue, as the villainess, was genuinely capable of taking lives. Given Xia Youxi’s immediate bullying of her, she was likely to meet a gruesome end.

Xia Youxi gritted her teeth in panic. The mysterious force offered no solutions, only transmitting fragments of the original body’s memories to inspire her.

It was then that Xia Youxi realized she had transmigrated into the novel’s villainous cannon fodder—Xia Weixi, whose name differed by only one character.

This Xia Weixi had no future or hope. In the hundred-plus chapters of the story, she survived only three.

In the first chapter, the cash-strapped Xia Weixi was manipulated by a fellow actress into believing the female lead had slept with the Male Lead, the general manager of Ba Feng Entertainment Company, to climb from a supporting role to the lead. Consumed by jealousy, Xia Weixi hatched a scheme to replicate this tactic by seducing the Male Lead’s half-sister—his superior and the CEO of Ba Feng Group, Mu Huayue.

Chapter 2: Xia Weixi tricked her way into Mu Huayue’s room using a stolen keycard. Despite sensing something strange inside, she pushed open the bedroom door and walked in, revealing her face to Mu Huayue. Any normal person would have seized the opportunity to escape while CEO Mu was unwell, but Xia Weixi, bold despite her lack of skill, dared to negotiate with Mu Huayue for money.

Chapter 3: CEO Mu feigned agreement and beckoned Xia Weixi closer. Even though Xia Weixi felt the back of her neck burning, she remained utterly oblivious to the danger, obediently approaching and wrapping her arms around Mu Huayue to kiss her. Before their lips could meet, Mu Huayue stabbed her with a needle. The author left the ending ambiguous, claiming Xia Weixi had disappeared, but the comments section unanimously agreed she had been taken away by Mu Huayue to become a human test subject.

Xia Youxi shared this belief. In the original novel, Mu Huayue was not only the CEO of Ba Feng Group but also an investor in a pharmaceutical research institute. The text had mentioned how Mu Huayue would send people she despised to the institute for drug trials, claiming it was “fate” but actually subjecting them to agonizing experiments with early-stage medications.

Xia Youxi shuddered at the thought of Mu Huayue’s methods in the story. She was already dead—could things possibly get any worse?

Sensing her panic, the mysterious force reassured her and transmitted Xia Weixi’s backstory and experiences, which hadn’t been revealed in the original novel. The brief unconsciousness couldn’t contain a person’s entire life from birth to adulthood. Before Xia Youxi could finish reading, she suddenly felt a chill on her cheek. The unread text vanished from her mind, and she found herself back beside Mu Huayue.