I Turned Out to Be the Dead White Moonlight of the Canary - Chapter 3

Yan Sheng helped Song Shi’an to the lounge upstairs. This entire floor was actually dedicated to lounges—luxurious private rooms specially prepared for VIP guests.

“The one next to your boss’s room,” Song Shi’an said, feeling as though her glands were on fire. If she stayed any longer, her pheromones might trigger a frenzy.

“But no one has ever used that room before,” Yan Sheng hesitated.

“That’s exactly why. Hurry, I can’t hold on much longer,” Song Shi’an urged her.

Yan Sheng quickly called the manager to remotely unlock the door.

The door soon opened, and Yan Sheng helped Song Shi’an inside, settling her onto the bed.

Yan Sheng felt her own breath burning—something was very strange.

Her body was heating up, and her mind was growing hazy.

These symptoms…

A terrifying thought struck her—could Song Shi’an have triggered her differentiation phase?

[Little Yan Sheng, congratulations, you guessed right.] Nineteen’s voice echoed in her mind.

In her dazed state, Song Shi’an also caught a whiff of an incredibly pleasant scent.

It was like crisp mint dissolving into liquor.

Suppressing the urge to gasp, Song Shi’an turned her flushed gaze to Yan Sheng. “You’re differentiating?”

The unfamiliar restlessness and scorching heat made Yan Sheng unbearably uncomfortable, her glands throbbing with dull pain.

She didn’t have time to answer Song Shi’an’s question, only whimpering as she slid down against the wall, an inexplicable unease filling her heart.

The pain made her feel aggrieved, and tears spilled out instantly.

“Mmm, it hurts so much.”

She bit her lower lip, as if she might draw bl00d any second.

The cool, refreshing mint scent eased Song Shi’an’s discomfort somewhat, its sharpness carrying a hint of dominance.

Song Shi’an looked at the girl slumped against the wall, her eyes flickering slightly in surprise.

This innocent, fragile-looking girl had actually differentiated into an Alpha?

If she hadn’t experienced it firsthand, she would never have imagined such a delicate appearance could belong to an A.

Though appearance wasn’t a definitive indicator of secondary gender, most Alphas exuded dominance, and their average height was usually greater than Omegas.

Yan Sheng’s appearance made it hard to believe she could be an A.

After the initial shock, Song Shi’an felt an even fiercer wave of heat surge through her body. Strangely, this delicate Alpha’s pheromones seemed unexpectedly compatible with hers.

Once suppressants failed, the rebound was far more severe. Song Shi’an had already been struggling to endure, but now, stirred by Yan Sheng’s pheromones, her body’s reactions grew even more intense.

She clenched her teeth, her breathing growing heavier, while Yan Sheng’s pained whimpers filled her ears.

In this situation, they had two choices—either go to the hospital, or…

Give in to instinct.

If they went to the hospital, her secret of posing as an Alpha would be completely exposed.

After maintaining the act for so long, the thought of being mocked behind her back was unbearable to Song Shi’an.

Gritting her teeth, she spoke in a low, restrained voice, “Kid, come here.”

Yan Sheng faintly heard her voice and turned teary eyes toward her.

Song Shi’an looked at her dazed expression, feeling an inexplicable urge to destroy rising within him.

“Come here!” Song Shi’an’s voice was impatient, laced with arrogance and command.

Yan Sheng walked over in a daze, her entire body aching with a discomfort that brought tears to her eyes.

Without warning, Song Shi’an pinned her beneath him.

His slender fingers traced Yan Sheng’s chin, his slightly brown eyes reflecting her face.

Their breaths were scorching hot. Struggling against the bone-deep desire, Song Shi’an forced himself to remain rational. “What’s your name?”

“Yan… Yan Sheng, mm~” A melodious voice escaped Yan Sheng’s throat as soon as she spoke.

Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at Song Shi’an. “Sister, it hurts… I’m so hot, so uncomfortable~”

Yan Sheng murmured unconsciously, her fingers digging into her own scent gland.

Hearing her call him “sister,” something in Song Shi’an’s mind snapped.

“Be good and cooperate, and it won’t hurt anymore, alright?”

His voice was laced with temptation.

Yan Sheng’s mind was already foggy, the intense scent of mint radiating from her body growing stronger.

The overwhelming pheromones made Song Shi’an’s own scent gland throb painfully, his body growing weaker.

Yan Sheng tugged at her clothes in a frenzy, revealing pale skin and a slender neck.

“Hot~” She whimpered softly, even wrapping her arms around Song Shi’an and rubbing against him uncontrollably.

Song Shi’an’s last shred of rationality vanished. He pinned Yan Sheng’s hands above her head against the bed.

As he leaned down, Yan Sheng arched her neck, pressing her soft lips against his.

Song Shi’an’s expensive qipao and Yan Sheng’s work clothes lay scattered on the floor.

Most alphas were dominant, and Song Shi’an had disguised himself as one because he couldn’t stand being controlled by anyone.

Even less could he accept being marked by an alpha, becoming someone else’s possession.

But Yan Sheng was soft, nothing like an alpha—even in bed, she was led entirely by Song Shi’an.

In his haze, Song Shi’an gazed at Yan Sheng’s scent gland, as if bewitched, and bit down.

Yan Sheng whimpered in pain, calling him “sister” pitifully.

Hearing her tearful pleas, Song Shi’an lost control, injecting his own pheromones into her scent gland.

Yan Sheng had no clear memory of how that night passed. When she came to, only fragmented, ambiguous images remained.

Waking up, she found herself cradled in Song Shi’an’s arms. She was slightly shorter than him, and truthfully, nothing about his appearance suggested he was an omega.

Yan Sheng opened her eyes, glancing down at the arms wrapped around her.

Her head was still spinning.

As she recalled the events of the previous night, her cheeks burned again.

Ahhh, my god! How did my sweet female lead suddenly differentiate into an A?!

Shi Jiu’s frantic voice echoed in Yan Sheng’s mind.

From the moment they entered the room, Shi Jiu had been blocked out, completely unaware of what had transpired.

Now that Yan Sheng was awake, it finally reconnected with her—but the updated information about the female lead on the system interface sent it into a meltdown.

Why had its perfectly good omega female lead deviated from the plot and differentiated into an A?

“[Xiao Yansheng! How could you end up sleeping with Song Shi’an?]”

Shijiu completely lost it.

Yansheng answered innocently in her mind, [“I’m sorry, I don’t know either…”]

“After being triggered into my differentiation period by Song Shi’an’s pheromones last night, I… just acted on instinct. You know how unbearable the differentiation period is.”

“And for some reason, our pheromones were inexplicably compatible, plus we were stuck in the same room together. It was beyond my control.”

“Damn this ABO setting, ahhh! I’m so mad! What do we do now?” Shijiu screamed hysterically.

“Let me check your compatibility rate.”

“Holy sh1t, how is your compatibility 95%? Is that even normal for regular people?”

Hearing its frantic voice, Yansheng replied guiltily, Shijiu, I’m sorry… Did I cause trouble for you? I really didn’t mean to.”

Hearing her apology, Shijiu couldn’t bring itself to blame her.

Honestly, it wasn’t Yansheng’s fault. After all, Alphas and Omegas lose all rationality during their differentiation periods.

Not to mention their compatibility was freakishly high for some unknown reason. No matter how you looked at it, Yansheng wasn’t to blame.

[“Forget it, forget it. I’m not blaming you. I’ll go figure out what went wrong myself.”] Shijiu was fuming, but hearing Yansheng’s anxious and remorseful tone, it couldn’t stay mad at her.

In the end, it could only storm off in frustration.

The moment the system left, Song Shi’an woke up, sensing someone beside her.

Unaccustomed to intimacy, Shi’an was about to see who dared to be so bold—until the faint, refreshing scent of mint from the person in her arms reminded her of last night’s events.

She lazily opened her eyes, fingertips tracing Yansheng’s waist, eliciting a slight tremble from the still-sensitive Omega in her differentiation period.

“Miss Song~, don’t…” Yansheng’s ears burned, her voice trembling slightly.

Shi’an, recalling last night’s pleasures, brushed her lips against Yansheng’s scent gland. “Weren’t you calling me ‘big sister’ so sweetly last night?”

Yansheng bit her lower lip and turned away, trying to escape Shi’an’s embrace.

Shi’an let her go, leisurely sitting up against the headboard. The thin blanket barely covered her, making Yansheng too flustered to look.

Having never been intimate with anyone before, Yansheng was utterly embarrassed.

Seeing her curled up like a quail under the covers, Shi’an couldn’t help but chuckle.

“How old are you?” Shi’an asked, slightly concerned she might be underage—though working at a bar should rule that out.

“22,” Yansheng whispered.

Shi’an raised a brow. “Why haven’t you differentiated by 22?”

Yansheng shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“Never got checked at a hospital?”

Yansheng bit her lip again. “Couldn’t afford it.”

Shi’an fell silent.

“Still in school?”

“Just graduated.”

Shi’an was curious. “But you said you had no money?”

“Student loans,” Yansheng murmured, gripping the blanket as if afraid Shi’an would judge her.

“I see.”

“Which university?”

“Chinese Literature, Nanda.”

Song Shian raised an eyebrow—her academic performance was quite good. “Why didn’t you find a proper job after graduation?”

“I’m still waiting for offers. I’ve sent out some resumes.”

“Didn’t pass the campus recruitment?”

Yan Sheng bit her lower lip, seemingly hesitant to speak.

“I did, and I even started working.” She seemed to recall something unpleasant.

Song Shian noticed her discomfort, but Miss Song couldn’t care less about others’ feelings—only whether she wanted to know.

“Could it be that you were harassed because you’re too good-looking?”

Yan Sheng lowered her eyes again, nausea rising uncontrollably at the memories. “Yes. A publishing house. I refused, and then I was blacklisted by every publisher in Cangnan City.”

Having read the original text, Yan Sheng knew it was because that executive had extensive connections in Cangnan.

Though she couldn’t understand why a high-ranking official would fixate on her—it made no sense.

But that was the reality.

Song Shian clicked her tongue. “Poor little thing.”

Then she turned sideways, one arm resting behind Yan Sheng while the other lifted her chin, fingertips brushing her lips.

“But unfortunately, I might not be a good person either.”

“I have an idea. Want to hear it?”

Yan Sheng blinked in confusion. “What is it?”

“How about becoming my lover? I’ll take care of you, help you with your career, and even ruin the reputation and livelihood of whoever harassed you.”

“The only condition is that you must publicly present as an Omega and keep my secret. What do you think?”

The demand sounded bizarre—most alphas would never agree.

But Yan Sheng was clearly no ordinary alpha, and Song Shian wasn’t worried about rejection.

If she wanted to, even if Yan Sheng refused, Song Shian had a thousand ways to make her comply.

But since she had a kind heart, she preferred to negotiate properly first.