I Marked My Arch-Nemesis Omega - Chapter 38

“What counts as going too far?” Song Qing asked curiously.

Sheng Yu: “…”

Sheng Yu thought for two seconds: “We’ll see when the time comes. I’ll know it when I feel it’s too much.”

Song Qing: “…”

Song Qing wasn’t surprised at all: “Oh, then I’ll go to sleep. You can close the door.”

“Then rest well.” Sheng Yu closed the door and lay down on the sofa. The cat ran out of the room again, jumped onto the sofa, and landed right on her stomach, even stepping on her a couple of times.

Sheng Yu pressed the cat’s head and rubbed it twice: “You’ve gotten so much fatter in just a week. At this rate, you’ll turn into a pig.”

Cat: ???

The cat retaliated by stomping on Sheng Yu’s stomach twice more, harder this time.

Sheng Yu sucked in a sharp breath: “No idea who you take after, acting so domineering and unruly.”

Lying in bed, Song Qing touched her gland. Thinking back now, it all felt absurd.

Her original plan had been either to remove the gland or let someone permanently mark her at random. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined a third option—and one she’d practically initiated herself.

Sheng Yu had bitten down hard, and it had hurt. But in that moment, there had also been an inexplicable sense of relief.

She didn’t dislike it.

Song Qing could sense another scent mixed into her pheromones. This time, it was much stronger, yet she still couldn’t identify what it was.

She’d probably have to wait for a test to find out.

If Sheng Yu was an S-rank…

Song Qing took a deep breath, thinking about her own pheromones, and pressed her lips together.

Though they’d said goodnight and gone to bed, neither of them fell asleep until very late.

When Song Qing got up the next morning and stepped out of her room, she saw Sheng Yu already dressed and sitting at the dining table, which was laden with breakfast.

“Morning,” Sheng Yu greeted.

“Morning.” Song Qing pulled out a chair and sat down. “Is this the first time I’ve had breakfast bought by you?”

“Sure is. The president remembers everything so clearly.” Sheng Yu propped her chin on her hand. “This morning, I realized I’ve grown three centimeters overnight. I’ll probably need new clothes by evening. Should I just buy size 170? Though I have a feeling I might end up taller than that.”

Song Qing looked at Sheng Yu’s slightly smug expression and knew exactly what she was thinking: “But you probably won’t end up a full ten centimeters taller than me.”

Sheng Yu: “…”

Sheng Yu smiled again: “The president sure knows how to douse someone’s excitement with a single sentence.”

Song Qing chuckled.

It was still early. Even after finishing breakfast, Song Qing had half an hour before she needed to leave for school. She couldn’t help but wonder what time Sheng Yu had woken up.

“You didn’t stay up all night, did you?” Song Qing asked casually.

Sheng Yu paused for two seconds: “Pretty much. It’s normal to have trouble sleeping the first night after differentiation.”

“Oh.”

Sheng Yu added, “Seems like you slept well.”

“Not really.” Song Qing glanced at her. “My gland still hurts from your bite. It’s been throbbing all night.”

“Then I’ll be gentler next time,” Sheng Yu said offhandedly.

They both fell silent and exchanged a look.

Next time? Who knew if there’d even be a next time.

Sheng Yu wasn’t sure why those words had slipped out so easily. She cleared her throat lightly: “I was just saying…”

That didn’t sound quite right either. She glanced at Song Qing.

“After all, we can’t predict the future.”

After saying this, Sheng Yu also felt it wasn’t quite appropriate.

“Stop talking. Just eat,” Song Qing cut off any further thoughts Sheng Yu might have had.

After finishing breakfast, Song Qing tidied up the table and left directly. Everything was pretty much the same as before.

Watching Song Qing’s retreating figure, Sheng Yu sighed inwardly. As expected, the president was still the president—recovering quickly as ever.

With nothing to do in the morning, Sheng Yu ordered a pile of clothes online, unsure if they would even fit in this apartment. If not, she’d have to move again. And if she did move, she’d definitely need a place with three bedrooms—she wasn’t about to sleep on the sofa anymore.

Lost in thought, she opened her neural interface and started browsing nearby rental listings.

In the afternoon, Lu Yuanzheng arrived right on time. He gave Sheng Yu a once-over and remarked, “You’ve grown taller.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you differentiate on the spaceship?” Lu Yuanzheng frowned.

“Yeah. Song Qing helped prepare a room,” Sheng Yu replied. “So no one found out.”

Lu Yuanzheng stared at her. “Weren’t you supposed to keep it a secret?”

“She figured it out on her own. Besides, if I hadn’t gone with her, everyone on that ship would’ve known I differentiated into an Alpha.” Sheng Yu leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes. “Everything’s arranged, right?”

“Yeah, it’s all set. But we still need to run some tests,” Lu Yuanzheng said.

“Fine.” Sheng Yu didn’t refuse—she was curious too.

Lu Yuanzheng took her to a prearranged research facility, where only one person received them. The entire visit would remain confidential, known only to a select few. Barring any mishaps, Sheng Yu figured she could keep this hidden for life.

It was supposed to be a standard assessment, nothing extra. Results typically took fifteen minutes, but they ended up waiting two hours.

Lu Yuanzheng kept glancing toward the lab, while Sheng Yu remained relatively calm.

When the researcher finally emerged, his previously composed face now carried a mix of shock and barely contained excitement.

“S-grade. Code 01. Xunye,” the researcher announced, muttering under his breath, “Xunye… It’s been so long since we’ve seen one… My god.”

Sheng Yu: “…”

Lu Yuanzheng: “…”

Sheng Yu rubbed her temples.

“Normally, an S-grade must be reported—especially Xunye,” the researcher said, still visibly worked up.

“No reporting,” Lu Yuanzheng stated flatly.

When the test dragged on for two hours, he’d already suspected an S-grade Alpha. But he never imagined it would be Xunye. He glanced at Sheng Yu, who seemed deep in thought, her brow slightly furrowed.

“I heard the last marshal with Xunye pheromones… permanently marked a few people, and they all ended up with issues. True or false?” Sheng Yu asked.

The researcher paused, surprised her first question was about this, but answered promptly, “True. S-grade pheromones have a high probability of clashing with an Omega’s, especially Xunye.”

Sheng Yu: “…”

“What about temporary marks?” she pressed.

The researcher thought for a few seconds. “Might cause discomfort, but shouldn’t be life-threatening.”

Sheng Yu pursed his lips slightly. Lu Yuanzheng, standing beside him, watched Sheng Yu, unsure why he was asking these questions.

“How long does it usually take before discomfort appears?”

“That’s hard to say. After all, there’s only one Xunye in history, so the sample size is too small. We really can’t give a definitive answer. But if you’re willing to collaborate with our research institute, I’m sure we’ll be able to provide you with a response in the future.”

“No need.” Sheng Yu felt a surge of irritation, though judging by Song Qing’s lively and energetic demeanor, there didn’t seem to be any signs of discomfort. It probably wouldn’t be an issue.

“Alright, hand over the report and the samples to me,” Lu Yuanzheng said. “This matter must not be leaked. If word gets out…”

Lu Yuanzheng fixed his gaze on the researcher, his meaning unmistakable. The excitement on the researcher’s face finally faded, replaced by a faint pallor.