Flirting Recklessly With the White Moonlight Will Get You Marked - Chapter 20
20(1):
In the morning, Yan Qingqiu began picking out clothes. Her sense of style was impeccable, and the clothes Su Xingjie sent her were stunning. She tried them on casually, and the effect was breathtaking.
Yan Qingqiu tried on a skirt, a short-sleeve top with long pants, a short-sleeve top with shorts, and even a formal outfit. Yet, she felt none of them were quite right.
She even dug out “her” old clothes, the ones from before she transmigrated. She hadn’t worn them much since arriving, relegating them to the closet and opting for the new clothes Su Xingjie gave her instead.
She scrolled through her phone, looking at old photos of “her” favorite outfits. She tried on two sets but still felt uncomfortable. In the end, she settled on a light white dress, fluffing her blonde hair.
Yan Qingqiu made herself look pristine, applying a subtle layer of lipstick to achieve her most refined state. She went downstairs, lifting the hem of her dress, its layered, wavy skirt swaying. She felt very good about herself.
Meeting her dad required a bit of formality.
In her memories from the orphanage, it was the same—whenever potential adoptive parents came, they’d dress up nicely to be liked, hoping to finally have a mom and dad.
But Yan Qingqiu had never been chosen.
The housekeeper saw her in the living room and gave a slight nod. “Miss, Sir should arrive this afternoon. No need to be nervous.”
Yan Qingqiu huffed, “I know.”
Song Qingre had woken up early and was sitting in the side lounge on the first floor, reading a book. She put it down, her artistic gaze appraising Yan Qingqiu.
She sincerely complimented, “Qiuqiu, you look beautiful.”
Yan Qingqiu’s heart swelled with pride, though she didn’t show it outright.
She’d already admired herself in the mirror upstairs countless times and agreed she looked great.
The housekeeper asked, “Sir won’t arrive until noon. It’s still cool out. Would you like to go for a drive?”
Yan Qingqiu thought about it. “Sure.”
She went to the garage to pick a car, choosing a yellow convertible. Sitting inside, she squinted, enjoying the breeze as the driver cruised slowly through the villa district and up the nearby hill, letting her feel the crisp morning air.
“Miss has been quite lively lately, not always talking about Fu Ye like before. Sir will surely be pleased,” the driver said.
Song Qingre nodded, watching the car’s shadow. “I’m pleased too.” No need to worry about her running off and disappearing anymore.
The hill wasn’t too high, dotted with fruit trees. She had the driver take her to the top, where she let out a loud yell, feeling utterly refreshed.
The driver smiled. “Miss seems in a great mood.”
Yan Qingqiu pursed her lips. “It’s alright.”
She shouted again to vent, “Song Qingre, just you wait!”
Addicted to yelling, she added, “Annoying pest!”
It was silly, but so satisfying!
Her golden hair warmed under the orange sunlight, her dress hem fluttering in the breeze. She took a deep breath, taking in the green hills and patches of rose gardens.
Yan Qingqiu lingered by the car for a while. As the driver took her back down, she kept admiring the scenery. “It’s really beautiful here. I could go jogging sometime.”
The driver agreed, “You could have a picnic up there in your free time.”
Forget game characters, living here would be completely carefree. She couldn’t fathom why the original “her” was so obsessed with love.
If only she could live here for real.
She wished this were the real world.
After enjoying the view, Yan Qingqiu returned home. She overheard Song Qingre on the phone, facing away from the door, speaking politely.
Yan Qingqiu eavesdropped quietly, wondering if she was calling the doctor. Good news: Song Qingre wasn’t talking to a doctor. Bad news: it was someone from the bar, likely about her notebook.
It made her mad. That bar was awful—she’d gone in person, and they refused to give it to her, yet they handed it to Song Qingre. And now they had the audacity to call?
The woman on the phone asked why Song Qingre wasn’t at the office, teasing her for being unreliable. Song Qingre explained she was busy today and arranged to meet in two days, then they chatted about other things, laughing.
Yan Qingqiu strongly suspected they were laughing at her.
Song Qingre hung up and saw her return, greeting her casually. Yan Qingqiu deliberately sat across from her.
Song Qingre went back to flipping through her book.
Yan Qingqiu, stubborn, thought, If you don’t talk, I won’t either. Let’s see who cracks first. She couldn’t resist glancing over.
Song Qingre sipped tea from a cup, engrossed in her book, oblivious to a drop of water that fell from her lips onto her clothes. She wore a low-V black dress that accentuated her full chest. Yan Qingqiu’s mind immediately jumped to correcting “rocked” to “jolted.”
Unable to stand it, Yan Qingqiu spoke first, her tone cold. “You’re going to do art design for their bar?”
Her look screamed, You’ve been corrupted by money.
“It’s not much money, maybe ten thousand at most. Just helping with color coordination,” Song Qingre said. “I had no choice. If I didn’t help, how could I redeem your little notebook? As an artist with high integrity, I’m lowering my worth to design bar walls and colors for you.”
It got awkward.
This was bad.
She admitted the stuff she wrote wasn’t exactly presentable.
“Sigh,” Song Qingre sighed.
Her words doused Yan Qingqiu’s bravado. She felt guilty. She was the one who lost the notebook, but Song Qingre bore the consequences.
Speaking of which, Song Qingre must’ve been embarrassed too, right? After all, Yan Qingqiu had written about pinning her against the steering wheel… Thinking about it, she kind of wanted to laugh. What was wrong with her?
But Song Qingre wasn’t mad at her, remaining gentle as ever. Yan Qingqiu couldn’t help but reflect, had she been too harsh on Song Qingre?
“Then… thank you…” Yan Qingqiu couldn’t quite say it, not because she was stubborn, but because how could she thank Song Qingre for saving her little smut story?
God, even the greatest writers of the last century weren’t this embarrassed.
“You don’t need to thank me. I’m just curious, what state of mind were you in when you wrote that? I really can’t figure out why you’d write it,” Song Qingre said, genuinely puzzled. Yan Qingqiu usually acted like Song Qingre was a predator, all lust and no guts.
Yan Qingqiu swore to the heavens she wrote it in a fit of excitement. She was about to explain when—
“Oh… I get it,” Song Qingre said, her face lighting up as if she’d had an epiphany.
Yan Qingqiu’s head ached. Afraid others might overhear, she lowered her voice. “No! What are you thinking?”
“You didn’t write it for fun, just messing around?” Song Qingre countered. “I thought it was just your childish side, not intentional. If that’s not the case, then I need to take issue with this.”
Song Qingre sat up straight, setting her book aside.
Yan Qingqiu felt tricked, speechless.
“No, that’s not…”
Miss Song critiqued, “Your writing’s good, but you’ve tarnished my image. I’m an artist, you know. Since it’s come to this, we need to do something to salvage it.”
Yan Qingqiu’s head spun from her words, but her nosy ears couldn’t resist listening when Song Qingre lowered her voice.
Song Qingre said, “Look, your writing’s actually pretty good. You could dive deeper, use some real-life examples. I’ll draw illustrations to match. You write, I draw—it’ll definitely take the world by storm.”
“You think my writing is good?” Yan Qingqiu felt a bit smug.
“Pretty spicy,” Song Qingre said.
Yan Qingqiu got shy, her ego inflating. She felt she could write a whole novel, but then snapped back. What a load of nonsense!
She barely wrote anything, even adding pinyin for some words. What kind of writing talent was that?
Snapping out of it, she realized they’d gone off-topic.
She wanted to explain, she didn’t write that steamy scene out of wild thoughts. It was because Song Qingre had teased her in the car that day, and she’d written it in a fit of anger to vent. It wasn’t real.
She was just venting!
Venting, brain foggy, a few typos—totally normal.
Song Qingre said bluntly, “Most people vent by cursing someone out. You vent by writing smut. I get it. Sometimes when I’m venting, I think about doing the same.”
“…”
“You wrote that you want to pin me against the steering wheel—I get it.”
“You’ve thought about pinning me too?”
Song Qingre said seriously, “Not really. I don’t have your vivid imagination. But since you brought it up, I could give it a try. My car’s not ideal for it, though. I’ll switch to another one.”
Yan Qingqiu felt the conversation derail.
No, how did we get here?
Thankfully, Song Qingre steered back. “So… I suddenly got some creative inspiration. I want to paint a ‘Spring Scene in the Car.’ Be my model.”
At first, Yan Qingqiu didn’t catch on, thinking Song Qingre’s art was beautiful and she herself was pretty, so helping out wouldn’t hurt.
Song Qingre added, “Let’s team up. You write, I illustrate. I bet we’ll make a ton of money.”
“How much money?”
Song Qingre chuckled. “Priceless.”
Yan Qingqiu fell silent, thinking it sounded lucrative. “It’s not impossible.”
Seeing Song Qingre’s lips curve into a smile, she asked, “How do we split the profits?”
Song Qingre laughed, stood up, and tapped Yan Qingqiu’s head with her book. “Dummy.”
Yan Qingqiu still didn’t get it, shielding her head. Song Qingre tapped her again, grinning. Yan Qingqiu jumped up, snatching the book. Song Qingre, probably worried about it tearing, let go without a fight. Yan Qingqiu clutched it to her chest, scooting to the other end of the sofa, keeping her distance.
“Don’t ruin my art book,” Song Qingre said. “It’s expensive.”
Yan Qingqiu opened it herself. On the first page, she was stunned—an oil painting of a voluptuous nude woman.
The woman had blonde hair, a ruby necklace, a graceful figure, and an elegant demeanor.
She held a thin veil, partially revealing, partially concealing, utterly exquisite.
“Pretty, right?”
Yan Qingqiu struggled to find words. Terms like “gorgeous” or “alluring” didn’t quite fit these paintings.
Song Qingre came around, standing by the sofa armrest, flipping a page for her. “There’s more.”
Unconsciously, they were very close. Yan Qingqiu squinted at the book, then snapped to her senses, fuming, “Just call it porn! Why dress it up as a ‘Spring Scene in the Car’?”
Song Qingre, feigning seriousness, said, “Please don’t profane the beauty of art. What I paint is art.”
Yan Qingqiu was dumbfounded, wanting to argue but stuck on how she’d misspelled “chaff” before, making her feel uneducated. “Don’t even think about it. I won’t let you paint me!”
Song Qingre just smiled.
Yan Qingqiu probed, “You haven’t painted stuff like this before, have you?”
“I did once, then stopped.”
“Why?” Yan Qingqiu was curious.
Song Qingre said, “Because I couldn’t view it purely as art. I’d always look at it with desire, which made me feel vulgar.”
Yan Qingqiu found it a bit sad. Lacking an artistic sensibility, she didn’t fully get it, looking up at her. “Who’d you paint?”
The artist chuckled mysteriously. “Not telling you.”
“Tch, stingy.”
Yan Qingqiu asked, “Where’s the painting?”
Song Qingre said, “Secret.”
The more she didn’t say, the more curious Yan Qingqiu got, grinding her teeth. “Telling me won’t kill you.”
Song Qingre didn’t shut her down completely. She leaned slightly, resting a hand on the sofa armrest, looking down at her, her voice turning seductive. “We can trade secrets. If Qiuqiu has any secrets to share with me.”
“Hmph.” Yan Qingqiu guessed she was fishing for her “fierce Omega” identity. No way she’d spill. She turned away, flipping through the art book.
As they chatted, the housekeeper came over.
Song Qingre reached for her book, but Yan Qingqiu refused to give it back, still annoyed about being teased, planning to keep it for herself.
—
After breakfast, the doctors arrived, and several cars parked in the courtyard.
They’d planned to set up tents outside, but September was still swelteringly hot. By ten, it was unbearable, so the housekeeper moved everything to the pool area, which had better shade. Private tests requiring darkness were set up in the small side lounge.
He arranged everything meticulously. Yan Qingqiu stood at the courtyard gate, watching anxiously as the white-coated doctors set up equipment. She wanted to go up to each one and say, “Hello, are you the gland doctor? Can we talk privately?”
The housekeeper noticed her staring and thought she was eager to prove her Alpha status. He soothed her gently, “Miss, don’t worry. It’ll be your turn soon.”
His words felt like a descent into hell, making her want to scream. The more she looked at the housekeeper, the more she suspected he’d been swayed. He’s definitely been turned.
Yan Qingqiu said, “I’m just looking. I’m not dying to go first. What if the first test isn’t accurate?”
“It should be,” the housekeeper said. “They’re all professional doctors.”
“What if? These things aren’t 100% certain.”
The housekeeper thought for a moment, conceding she had a point. “I’ll instruct the doctors to be extra thorough with you, maybe test you twice.”
“…”
No need for that!
The housekeeper dutifully went to each doctor, ensuring they’d be extra careful with their miss.
Yan Qingqiu couldn’t hold back, stomping her foot. Turning, she nearly bumped into someone. Stepping back, she saw Song Qingre, who gave her a half-smile. Yan Qingqiu collided with her again.
Song Qingre didn’t back off, letting her bump into her, her fingers pinching Yan Qingqiu’s waist to steady her. “Miss Omega… please be careful.”
Yan Qingqiu pursed her lips, murderous thoughts flashing through her mind.
As they faced off, Su Xingjie arrived by car.
Getting out, Su Xingjie saw Yan Qingqiu looking like she wanted Song Qingre dead, maybe even ready to grab a knife. Su Xingjie had always felt Yan Qingqiu had been swapped out, but now she finally relaxed.
My sister, you’re back.
Su Xingjie called out, “Qiu-bao, I’m here!”
Yan Qingqiu turned to leave, but Song Qingre pinched her waist harder, pulling her back. “Wanna test your strength? See if you can push me, an Alpha, away.”
“Strength? You’re the demon here! A freshly formed one! Let go!” Yan Qingqiu pushed several times, unable to break free, fuming.
Why are Omegas so weak?
Song Qingre found her words adorable, chuckling softly and letting her go, though she glanced at Su Xingjie nearby.
Su Xingjie shivered under her gaze. She’d come because she heard about the checkup, saving her a trip to the hospital.
Yan Qingqiu was initially worried about her presence, fearing that if she couldn’t manage the doctors, she’d not only die of embarrassment in the villa but in front of everyone.
But then she had a bright idea.
As Yan Qingqiu started to speak, she took a few steps and hissed.
“My waist… my waist…”
“What’s wrong?” Su Xingjie hurried to support her.
“Song Qingre hurt my waist,” Yan Qingqiu said, rubbing it.
Su Xingjie’s mind went to dirty places. Yan Qingqiu’s hoarse voice a few days ago was one thing, but now her waist? She whispered, “Aren’t you an Alpha? A near-SSS-grade fierce Alpha? Why’s your waist hurting?”
Sister, that question really stumps me.
Yan Qingqiu said, “She ambushed me. No honor.”
“That’s pretty despicable,” Su Xingjie said, glancing at her, reaching to help her. They walked inside. “Need me to rub it for you?”
“No need, it’ll be fine soon.” Yan Qingqiu led her in, where the house had plenty of fruit. She grabbed some for Su Xingjie, carefully scoping out where the gland doctor was.
The housekeeper came to call her, saying everything was ready. Yan Qingqiu didn’t move. “Let the maids go first. It’ll get hot later, and that’s tiring. Besides, can’t you see I’m having a great chat with Xingxing?”
The housekeeper didn’t press, letting the maids go first. Yan Qingqiu watched closely, assessing if the gland doctor seemed approachable.
The gland doctor was set up in a room near the side lounge, checking one person at a time. The maids said the doctor was a bit stern but not harsh.
“Xingxing, do me a favor,” Yan Qingqiu said softly.
“Sure, what?” Su Xingjie nodded.
“Later, get me the gland doctor’s contact info.”
Su Xingjie frowned, her look turning suspicious. “Why do you need the doctor’s contact?”
“What are you thinking? I’m not so desperate I’d hit on a doctor,” Yan Qingqiu said, anticipating the misunderstanding. “Song Qingre’s an Alpha too, right? So am I. If her grade’s higher than mine and she finds out, she’ll mock me to death.”
“Your pheromones are so faint most people can’t smell them. She could outrank you?” Su Xingjie was skeptical, thinking Yan Qingqiu was worrying over nothing.
“What if? I can’t lose to her,” Yan Qingqiu said seriously.
Su Xingjie didn’t overthink it, nodding. “I’ll go before you and get it. But speaking of your pheromones…” She grew slightly suspicious, biting into a piece of fruit. “I looked it up. They say there’s no such thing as an odorless Alpha. Odorless ones are usually Betas.”
“Baidu lies. Do you trust Baidu over me?”
Yan Qingqiu had wondered the same. Why did Su Xingjie buy such a flimsy excuse? It sounded fake. Then she realized Su Xingjie blindly trusted her. They’d differentiated at seventeen or eighteen, when they were young, so it was normal for Su Xingjie to believe her little fibs.
“Yeah, since it’s getting fainter, I’m not sure. What if no scent’s a disadvantage? Xingxing, I’m so scared, so nervous,” Yan Qingqiu said, playing weak.
Su Xingjie looked at her with pity, dropping her doubts. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you. Trust the doctors. If it’s bad, just tell them not to leak it. I’ll talk to them.”
Yan Qingqiu nodded. “Thanks, darling.”
“Mm.” Su Xingjie’s heart warmed.
She smiled, then saw Song Qingre leaning against the door.
Their eyes met. Song Qingre said nothing, just watching quietly, her long lashes casting a gloomy shadow when lowered.
From the day they met, Su Xingjie had found her unkind, hostile even. It was fine in school, but she’d grown fiercer over time, no longer hiding it.
With Su Xingjie’s help, Yan Qingqiu didn’t need to be sneaky. Let Song Qingre stare. She had her best friend’s protection. Looking at Su Xingjie’s figure, Yan Qingqiu thought, If I end up an Omega like her, it wouldn’t be so bad.
Yan Qingqiu grinned. “Help’s help, but no seducing. A beauty like you, honestly, being with anyone would be a loss.”
“You always flatter me,” Su Xingjie said shyly, tugging at her clothes.
She couldn’t help recalling when they first met. They’d been friends since junior high. Su Xingjie developed early, her body taking on Omega traits before differentiation. Kids could be cruel, teasing her relentlessly regardless of the setting. Su Xingjie would wrap herself up, hunching over, afraid to be seen.
Once, during a big cleanup, someone deliberately splashed water on her, soaking her chest, and locked her on a balcony by closing the window. She stood there, unable to move, while others mocked her like she was a zoo animal.
Su Xingjie was so helpless she couldn’t even cry.
She and Yan Qingqiu weren’t close then, just classmates assigned to clean windows together. Yan Qingqiu didn’t laugh like the others. She climbed down from another window, opened the locked one, splashed dirty rag water on the boys mocking her, and chewed them out. Later, she befriended Su Xingjie, played with her, teamed up for activities, and unreservedly praised her beauty, saying she was stunning, model-like, the prettiest Omega in their class.
Back then, besides talking about her senior-year sister, Yan Qingqiu would say, “Xingxing’s so gorgeous, I don’t even want to show her off! She’s a star in the sky, mortals can’t even dream of reaching her.”
Over time, their classmates envied Yan Qingqiu for having such a prime Omega friend, believing Su Xingjie would surely be a high-grade Omega.
When teenage hormones kicked in, many pretty girls and boys chased her.
But Su Xingjie grew reluctant to hang out with others, preferring Yan Qingqiu’s company made her cold to everyone else. She found their attention annoying, feeling it interfered with her time with her best friend.
When Yan Qingqiu differentiated into an Alpha, Su Xingjie thought it was only natural—Yan Qingqiu was so brave and amazing, a born Alpha! No scent? Totally normal.
The Yan family had been wealthy merchants for generations, never knowing poverty.
Their villa was massive, with many servants. The checkup took about an hour. The housekeeper came to call Yan Qingqiu again.
This time, she didn’t dawdle. She let Su Xingjie go first, following along. She did the other tests by the pool first, saving the gland check for last, lingering outside the door.
The housekeeper brought a tray of tea for the doctors, asking, “Miss, still not doing it?”
“What do you mean, ‘still’?” Yan Qingqiu didn’t like his phrasing.
The housekeeper said, “Miss Song bet me you wouldn’t do the checkup this time either.”
“That fool, she’s goading me. I’ll go in a bit. Hmph, what can she do to me? I’ll make her mad,” Yan Qingqiu said, patting Su Xingjie’s shoulder.
“Xingxing, you go first.”
Su Xingjie went in quickly. Yan Qingqiu waited outside, eyeing Song Qingre, who was still watching her. “What’s wrong with her going first? Alphas are different.”
Su Xingjie came out soon, giving her a look. Yan Qingqiu went in, with Song Qingre following. Song Qingre said, “Alphas aren’t different, right?”
Yan Qingqiu’s heart raced. Why was Su Xingjie so quick? She texted her, and Su Xingjie replied: [All set. The doctor promised not to tell Song Qingre. Just go in.]
Yan Qingqiu: [OK!]
She pocketed her phone and proceeded with the checkup.
The gland doctor was a woman. There was only one chair in the room. Seeing both of them enter, she offered her own chair. She changed gloves after each check. Song Qingre stood by, looking at the record sheet, though it wasn’t clear if she understood it.
Yan Qingqiu walked over, neck stiff.
The doctor lifted her hair, touching her nape twice. Having seen Yan Qingqiu’s profile, she asked directly, “Alpha?”
Yan Qingqiu nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes, yes!”
The doctor didn’t speak, touching twice more. Looking at Yan Qingqiu, she said again, less certain, “Alpha?”
Yan Qingqiu had asked a previous doctor, who said gland appearances were similar, but an experienced doctor could tell the difference with a touch.
“Your gland… is it…”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Yan Qingqiu agreed quickly, not letting the doctor finish, hinting she was an Omega and not to expose her.
“You weren’t…”
“I was!” Yan Qingqiu insisted. Then it hit her—there’d been checkups before, and “she” had passed as an Alpha without being found out.
Weird.
She shrank her neck, saying it itched. The doctor withdrew her fingers. Yan Qingqiu cautiously glanced at her. The doctor, frowning, looked puzzled.
Yan Qingqiu guessed she was wondering why a Beta posing as an Alpha was now almost an Omega.
Nervously swallowing, Yan Qingqiu hoped she’d be discreet.
The doctor, full of doubts, looked at Song Qingre.
Her expression screamed years of practice but sudden self-doubt. She gestured for Song Qingre to sit, changing gloves to check her. Song Qingre sat upright, and the doctor touched her nape.
“You’re an Alpha, right?”
Song Qingre leaned back quickly, breaking the tension. “Doctor, when checking our glands, could you… change gloves in between?”
The doctor glanced at her, then at Yan Qingqiu.
Song Qingre, fingers interlaced, seemed calm, though her knuckles were tense, thumbs pressed together. The doctor had touched Yan Qingqiu’s gland, then hers, like a bee spreading pollen.
The doctor looked at Yan Qingqiu. “She…” Yan Qingqiu cut in, “Her name’s Song Qingre.”
She kept staring at the doctor, who nodded understandingly. “Your situation’s a bit unexpected.”
She’d thought they were both Alphas, but one was an Omega in mid-differentiation, making her question herself.
“I just changed gloves,” the doctor said.
Looking at Yan Qingqiu’s gland, she noted it had likely released pheromone fluid. Regular gloves couldn’t block it, suggesting Yan Qingqiu’s differentiation grade would be exceptionally high.
Probably the first SSS-grade Omega in history.
“You two can’t be checked together. Miss Song, go take a scan inside first,” the doctor said, changing gloves again to examine Yan Qingqiu’s gland closely.
“How long? Don’t lie, it could be serious if something goes wrong.”
No point lying now. Yan Qingqiu glanced at Song Qingre, still in the scan room, and whispered,
“Forty-nine days.”
“It’s at the mature stage,” the doctor said, clearly more experienced than the last one. “You weren’t an Alpha before, right?”
Yan Qingqiu was terrified, afraid Song Qingre might overhear.
The doctor, mindful of her privacy, lowered her voice. “You can’t keep this up. You’re almost fully differentiated. A high-grade Alpha could trigger your mature phase instantly with a little nudge.”
Yan Qingqiu wanted to cry. “Please, keep it a secret.”
The doctor whispered, “But you need tests and suppressants. If I’d checked Miss Song first, you might’ve been carried to the hospital today.”
Yan Qingqiu’s heart raced. “The last doctor said I didn’t need to be so sensitive.”
“That was before you hit the mature phase. You’re leaking pheromone fluid now. I’m not scaring you, but if an Alpha bites you and injects pheromones, you could lose control on the spot, begging to be marked. How are you so careless?”
Yan Qingqiu was stunned. Three days ago, there was no pheromone fluid!
They heard the door open.
Song Qingre came out, looking at Yan Qingqiu without speaking. The doctor took Yan Qingqiu inside for tests.
The results came back quickly.
The doctor looked at her. “Get my number from your friend later.”
Yan Qingqiu was so touched she nearly cried.
“You’re a saint.”
“No problem.” The doctor studied the scan, taking a swab of her gland fluid. “I’ll test this. I’ll contact you if anything comes up. Don’t stress.”
“Got it.” Yan Qingqiu hurried out.
Song Qingre noticed her empty hands. “Where’s your report?”
“The doctor said I’m too Alpha, report’s delayed. They took a sample too. Ugh, too Alpha,” Yan Qingqiu said with a grin, not blushing.
“You didn’t get tested, right?”
The door wasn’t fully closed. The doctor inside, packing up, nearly choked hearing this.
A nurse asked, “Won’t she get exposed like that?”
The doctor said, “What do you think? I changed gloves, and it still got a reaction from that Alpha. Song Qingre would have to be blind not to notice.
Probably didn’t say anything to avoid embarrassing her with others around.”
The nurse was floored. “The Omega who came in offering a bribe to keep quiet, wasn’t she supposed to be an Alpha?”
Dr. Qiao recalled Su Xingjie’s serious expression and her card-offering gesture, chuckling. “She probably really thinks she’s an Alpha.”
The nurse’s eyes widened. “A reaction through gloves?”
“Maybe their pheromone compatibility is too high. She’s in secondary differentiation, possibly becoming an SSS-grade Omega… They can’t stay in the same environment, it’s too risky. Let’s test the sample and check their compatibility.” The doctor laughed at Yan Qingqiu’s boastful tone outside.
The nurse said, “Let’s close the door. I’m getting secondhand embarrassment…”
Next to Song Qingre, Yan Qingqiu said, “The doctor just rubbed your gland, and you reacted. You’re so sensitive. So weak. Look at me, bouncing around.”
Yan Qingqiu, who’d barely slept from nerves, finally relaxed. She’d even do a backflip if she could.
Seeing Su Xingjie in the living room watching a fashion show, Yan Qingqiu couldn’t resist bragging in Song Qingre’s ear. “See? You keep provoking me. Is it because you know your grade’s low, so you’re extra smug?”
Song Qingre paused, exhaling, her gaze darkening, almost lost.
She glanced at the stairs, and Yan Qingqiu followed her up. Upstairs, Yan Qingqiu didn’t plan to stick close. After a couple of words, she was about to head down, starting to call, “Xing…”
Song Qingre grabbed her wrist, turned a corner, and pushed her into a room. Yan Qingqiu, caught off guard in broad daylight, panicked and tried to run, reaching for the doorknob. Song Qingre was faster, pinning her wrist and pressing her against the door.
Yan Qingqiu, face against the door, didn’t react in time. “Song Qingre, let go! Can’t win an argument, so you resort to violence?”
She felt a touch on her neck. Song Qingre’s thumb pressed her gland, feeling a slight stickiness.
During the check, Yan Qingqiu had cleaned her gland thoroughly.
Song Qingre’s nose filled with an indescribable but intoxicating scent, like a ripe fruit with a hole, endlessly dripping honey.
Her fingertip rested on Yan Qingqiu’s gland.
Coming out of the exam room, it was like Yan Qingqiu’s neck had a thread, floating, ready to be noticed by any Alpha.
Yan Qingqiu caught a strong citrus pheromone scent. In Song Qingre’s room—an Omega fearlessly entering an Alpha’s forbidden territory.
Instinctively, her nape heated, her legs trembling terribly.
She’d been so Alpha moments ago, she couldn’t ruin it now. Remembering the doctor’s warning, she said, “I’m telling you, my dad’s coming back. If you dare bite me… I’ll tell him.”
Song Qingre froze, not quite understanding. “Tell him what?”
“Tell him… you lack Alpha ethics,” Yan Qingqiu said through gritted teeth. Feeling Song Qingre’s grip loosened, she broke free. Song Qingre let her go, and Yan Qingqiu blinked, her bright eyes rippling like a spring, the corners red.
Song Qing—
…
Song Qingre closed her eyes briefly, just for two seconds, before flipping her over. “You’d better stay face down.”
Holding back her frustration, Song Qingre spoke gently, “Stay in the room until everyone’s gone. Don’t act reckless.”
“Be good.”
As Song Qingre softened her tone, Yan Qingqiu’s heart melted, but her mouth, as if on autopilot, shot back defiantly, “I’m going out.” Being in an Alpha’s room was just too dangerous. She was about to say, Even if I leave, I’m going back to my own room.
A sharp pain shot through her thigh.
Song Qingre raised her hand and smacked her leg. The slap wasn’t hard, but it was enough to make the stubborn Yan Qingqiu slide down, her knees buckling against the door. Song Qingre tightened her grip on Yan Qingqiu’s wrist, preventing her from falling.
Now Yan Qingqiu felt truly wronged. As she slid downward, her body trembled like flowing water, her voice tinged with pain. “I… I’m really going to tell my dad. You hit me…”