I Turned Out to Be the Dead White Moonlight of the Canary - Chapter 4

Ahhhh, no no no! Xiao Yansheng, you can’t agree to this! She’s the villainess, and you’re the female lead!Shijiu screamed in her head, utterly distraught.

Yansheng ignored it, lowering her gaze as she considered the situation seriously.

Song Shi’an wasn’t in a hurry either. She hooked a finger under Yansheng’s chin and pressed a kiss to her lips. “No rush, take your time.”

“Our cycles aren’t even over yet. I’ll order some food—you can think it through slowly.”

Both her heat and differentiation period would last several days. Song Shi’an had all the time in the world.

She released Yansheng and got up, heading to the bathroom for a shower first. When she came out, she checked her phone.

There were countless messages waiting for her, most of them from Zhu Yuandong.

Song Shi’an, did you fall into the toilet?

Where are you? It’s your birthday today, and I went through so much trouble to plan this party. It’s not even over yet—why’d you run off?

There’s still more performances later!

The fencing coach you like is here! Where the hell are you?!

The staff said you had some kid take you to a private room? What’s going on?

Zhu Yuandong’s messages kept coming.

Oh sh1t, did your heat hit? It was supposed to be soon, right?

Sis, my bad—I checked the surveillance. Some bastard spiked your drink.

Song Shi’an! What the hell did you do with that kid? She hasn’t even differentiated yet!

You’ve been in there all night—don’t tell me you actually did something to her?!

The barrage of voice messages gave Song Shi’an a headache.

She didn’t bother listening to the rest.

Who drugged me?

Sheng Hongjun, that kid from the Sheng family. He’s always had a thing for you. I heard the Sheng family’s about to collapse—probably desperate, thinking if he succeeded, you might bail them out.

Listening in, Yansheng couldn’t help but think how ridiculously dramatic and clichéd this plot was.

Well, this is a melodramatic novel—it’s only natural for it to be over-the-top. You’ll have to get used to it, Xiao Yansheng.  Shijiu said, completely unfazed.

Yansheng: “……”

She wasn’t sure she wanted to get used to it.

Handle it. The suppressants stopped working.

If suppressants failed, the only options were either going to the hospital for forced suppression or finding someone to relieve the symptoms.

[How’d you snap out of it? That kid hasn’t even differentiated yet, right?]

Song Shi’an paused for a moment before replying: [She did. Last night.]

Zhu Yuandong also fell silent.

That much of a coincidence? And she just happened to be an Omega?

Song Shi’an answered without a shred of guilt: [Don’t you know what your own employee looks like? You think someone like her could be an Alpha?]

Shijiu threw up a mental question mark in Yansheng’s mind: [How is this villainess acting so shamelessly confident?]

[In the original novel, she was supposed to be kind of brainless. But she doesn’t seem that stupid now—just a little too full of herself.]

Yansheng mentally retorted: [Sis isn’t stupid at all.]

You’re calling her ‘sis’ already?! Xiao Yansheng, don’t let her looks fool you! She’s not your canon love interest!!!

Yansheng ignored its screeching again.

Meanwhile, Zhu Yuandong, upon reading Song Shi’an’s reply, immediately had her subordinates send over Yansheng’s photo.

One look confirmed she was indeed a delicate, fragile-looking girl.

Song Shi’an, were you scheming this whole time? Did you have your eye on my employee from the start?

Whenever Zhu Yuandong appeared before her, Song Shi’an would give her a couple of punches.

Listening to their conversation, Yan Sheng’s cheeks gradually turned red.

Song Shi’an didn’t continue responding to Zhu Yuandong, merely glancing at Yan Sheng before saying, “Go wash up. Someone will bring food over soon.”

“The differentiation period isn’t easy to endure. I suggest you take the chance to eat more.” Wearing only a bathrobe, Song Shi’an lounged lazily on the sofa, exuding an indescribable, alluring languidness.

At her words, Yan Sheng’s face flushed even redder.

“O-okay, Sister.”

Watching her flustered retreat, Song Shi’an curled her lips in satisfaction. Being called “Sister” sounded much more pleasing to the ears.

Yan Sheng entered the bathroom and caught sight of the red marks on her neck and collarbone in the mirror, her face burning crimson once again.

Lowering her gaze, she took in the rest of her body—last night must have been quite intense…

She never expected Song Shi’an to be so fierce.

Even under the shower spray, Yan Sheng remained dazed, the events of last night still feeling surreal upon recollection.

How could Song Shi’an’s pheromones have triggered her differentiation period?

The differentiation period was utterly unfamiliar to Yan Sheng—she hadn’t even undergone it before her death in her previous life.

As she washed herself, her fingers inadvertently brushed against a slick fluid distinct from the water.

Her heart burned with sudden warmth, followed by her cheeks flushing uncontrollably.

Yan Sheng took her time, lingering in the shower for what felt like ages before finally stepping out.

Emerging, she saw Song Shi’an had already finished eating, though an untouched serving of rice still sat on the table.

Having eaten almost nothing since last night, Yan Sheng’s stomach growled audibly the moment she saw the food.

Song Shi’an observed her as she stepped out wrapped in a towel, looking thoroughly flustered.

Playing a game idly, she cast a lazy glance at Yan Sheng.

“An omega’s heat typically lasts three days, while differentiation periods—whether for alphas or omegas—last seven. If you think you can endure that long without eating, that’s fine by me.”

Hearing this, Yan Sheng hurried over and obediently began eating.

She ate quietly, like an exquisite porcelain doll—beautiful and well-behaved. Song Shi’an had never encountered an alpha she liked this much before, not even Zhu Yuandong.

After all, most alphas carried an innate undercurrent of destructive and possessive urges.

Long ago, humanity had endured what could only be called a cataclysmic disaster. To survive, humans evolved into three genders—alpha, beta, and omega—though whether this constituted progress or regression remained debatable.

In any case, true humans no longer existed.

Alphas excelled in combat roles within the military—this was undeniable. Yet in peacetime, they lacked the stability of betas.

Due to their relative scarcity, combined with superior combat abilities and leadership skills surpassing betas, most alphas carried an air of arrogance and superiority.

Even now, numerous studies suggested that in terms of leadership, alphas might actually be inferior to omegas. However, omegas had been designated as alpha companions from the onset of differentiation, leaving them no opportunity to prove themselves.

With their physical frailty and being the rarest of the three, omegas had never been permitted independence since their inception.

Only as society gradually stabilized and pheromone technology advanced did omegas slowly emerge from their caged existence, beginning to appear in society and even gaining independent rights to survival.

Research further indicates that omegas are the fastest-evolving among the three genders. Though their physical strength may not match that of alphas, their intelligence has vastly surpassed that of their earliest counterparts.

Some nations already have omega leaders, and today, nearly half of the top scientists are omegas.

Yet this hasn’t stopped alphas from remaining arrogant. Centuries of societal reverence and adulation have ingrained in them an innate sense of superiority.

This was why Song Shi’an harbored a certain dislike for alphas—and why she pretended to be one.

At least this way, people wouldn’t constantly try to set her up with an alpha.

Sure, they’d still try to introduce her to omegas, but that was still better than being paired with an alpha.

In Song Shi’an’s circle, she had never encountered an alpha as delicate and soft as Yan Sheng.

Last night’s encounter had proven that even in the throes of heat, when her mind was at its most muddled, this little one would still restrain herself enough to ask, “Sister, may I?”

Most of the time, she would only beg tearfully.

Recalling the events of the previous night, Song Shi’an unconsciously licked her lips.

Just as she was lost in thought, another wave of heat surged through her body.

She was about to ask if Yan Sheng had finished eating when she noticed the girl had already set down her chopsticks. The hand gripping the mouthwash cup trembled slightly.

A closer look revealed beads of sweat on her forehead and an unnatural flush on her cheeks.

Her other hand clutched the bath towel beneath her with white-knuckled intensity.

Amused, Song Shi’an released a trace of her pheromones to test the waters.

That faint provocation was all it took to send the inexperienced alpha, who hadn’t yet learned to control her own pheromones, spiraling into complete disarray.

The room filled with the overpowering scent of mint.

“Mmm~” The beautiful little alpha whimpered pitifully, unable to withstand the stimulation.

She turned to look at Song Shi’an with pleading eyes—her captivating peach-blossom gaze tinged with red, glistening with unshed tears as if she might burst into crying any second.

“Jiejie~” she called out in a soft, plaintive voice.

Song Shi’an wasn’t as far gone—though affected, she hadn’t lost control.

Yan Sheng, can’t you hold it together? You’re an alpha!

Since when does an alpha get led around by an omega?!

At this stage, before the unseen sequence began, Shijiu’s connection with Yan Sheng hadn’t been completely severed.

Listening to Yan Sheng’s shamelessly needy whimpers, it could only lament her lack of spine.

But Yan Sheng’s mind was consumed by the desperate need to be held, rendering her deaf to its scolding.

Song Shi’an watched as she set down the mouthwash cup, her pheromones growing even more potent, making the glands at the back of Song Shi’an’s neck throb. She didn’t need to look to know how swollen they must be.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Song Shi’an drawled lazily from the couch, crooking a finger at Yan Sheng.

Obedient as a kitten, Yan Sheng padded over to her.

Song Shi’an reached out to trace Yan Sheng’s lips—soft, lovely, and burning hot.

Instinctively, Yan Sheng’s tongue darted out to lick Song Shi’an’s fingertip.

Darkening her gaze, Song Shi’an pressed her finger against the teasing tongue.

After playing with the delicate digit to her satisfaction, she withdrew it, only for Yan Sheng to lean in and nuzzle against her.

“Wuwu, sister, hold me.” She felt so miserable, as if her whole body was burning up.

Song Shi’an’s gaze lingered on her collarbone—the bathrobe hadn’t slipped off yet, but it had already loosened.

That half-concealed state carried an indescribable allure.

Suppressing the discomfort in his lower body, Song Shi’an let his fingertips slide down where the bathrobe overlapped.

“Be good, can you do it yourself?”

The poor alpha, pushed to her limit by the heat of her differentiation phase, had a momentary surge of restless pheromones.

Yet even so, those pheromones remained gentle, compatible with Song Shi’an’s without overpowering him.