I’m Allergic to Pheromones - Chapter 13

This time, their meeting place was still in Su Wei’s office.

The floor-to-ceiling transparent glass walls created a bright, minimalist space, complete with the standard CEO-style office chair found in urban novels. The only difference was the row of bright yellow stink-flowers lining the windowsill.

The lush green leaves and plump yellow blossoms were of premium quality, adding vibrant color to the previously monotonous office space.

Nan Ju still sat across the desk, hesitantly asking, “Is it just me, or does your office look much yellower now?”

Su Wei, who was personally pouring tea for her, paused slightly, an expression of exasperation flashing across her face.

The woman’s cool voice rang out.

“Take off your sunglasses and look again.”

“Oh right, I forgot.” Nan Ju removed the fashion sunglasses from her nose just as Su Wei walked away with the teapot to fetch hot water. A row of over a dozen swaying orange-yellow flowers came into view.

“So yellow indeed.”

Nan Ju nodded slightly.

No mistake about it—this was exactly that distinctive childhood scent she remembered from walking past walls after rainstorms, an utterly overwhelming aroma!

Adhering to her “if I suffer, everyone suffers” philosophy, Nan Ju felt no remorse for her floral mischief.

“Do you like these flowers?”

Su Wei returned with the teapot and glanced at the stink-flowers basking in sunlight by the window before answering indirectly. Sitting down, she got straight to the point: “Since I agreed to cancel the engagement, I won’t do anything unnecessary. These flowers can’t mask your pheromones.”

As a top-tier Alpha with exceptional abilities, she could detect Nan Ju’s pheromones even if the entire room were filled with stink-flowers.

But they can mask yours.

Nan Ju chuckled softly without explaining that the flowers weren’t meant for herself. Instead, she raised her eyes with sudden interest: “You can smell my pheromones? What do they smell like?”

Su Wei maintained her usual cool demeanor today—hair pinned up, dressed in all black. Nan Ju noticed her amber-like light brown pupils.

The question visibly cracked Su Wei’s typically expressionless facade.

“Do you realize what you’re asking?”

Nan Ju froze momentarily before biting her lip in frustration. She’d forgotten—in this absurd world, an Omega asking an Alpha about her pheromone scent was equivalent to outright seduction.

Pinching her burning earlobes, Nan Ju pulled a document from her bag and slid it across the table.

“My apologies, that was improper. I came today to discuss nothing but a guaranteed profitable business venture.”

Su Wei regarded the still-radiant girl with surprise, initially wanting to say she had no time for childish games, but fearing more floral retaliation, she swallowed her words and opened the thick proposal.

Her brows gradually furrowed as she read, fingers eventually tapping the desk unconsciously, her expression turning serious.

“How confident are you about this?”

The mere fact Su Wei asked meant half the battle was won.

Nan Ju leaned back leisurely, crossing her long legs. The white crossover shirt stretched across her elegant curves as she projected an air of casual unreliability.

“About 50%, since we don’t have any prior experience to reference, do we?”

Su Wei looked directly at her ex-fiancée, for the first time shedding her previous impressions to examine this beautiful yet audacious Omega before her.

“Beauty, the top heiress, S-class Omega, trophy wife, wealthy, spoiled…”

These were the labels everyone had slapped on Nan Ju from birth until now, all boiling down to one thing: “a privileged, willful, and talent-wasting Omega trophy wife.”

The Nan family’s new generation had no born Alphas. Apart from Nan Ju, there was only one Beta girl, who, after two years of middle school, still hadn’t gotten into a top-tier city high school, becoming a laughingstock in their circles.

Thus, marrying Nan Ju became the option that maximized benefits—Omegas and money. For these two things, plenty were willing to marry into the family.

Su Wei had heard Nan Ju’s name many times and had a strong impression of her somewhat naive and simple nature. In short, she was an easy-to-deceive rich young lady.

Su Wei had no particular desires; she didn’t care whether she married an Omega or a Beta, as long as her wife was well-behaved. Nan Ju’s personality was a bit troublesome, but she had accepted it willingly.

After all, most Omegas were spoiled and immature—you couldn’t ask for too much.

But Su Wei never expected the other party to come to her demanding to break off the engagement, and after doing so, instead of avoiding her, Nan Ju had the audacity to send yellow chrysanthemums to her office.

If not for the fact that the flowers were yellow, Su Wei might have thought Nan Ju was cursing her.

Now, Su Wei had to admit she had misjudged. This Omega before her was truly extraordinary.

Tapping the table, she quickly weighed the pros and cons in her mind, forced to acknowledge once again that she was tempted.

“The only related products on the market are placebos. There’s no law prohibiting the development of pheromone-related products, but why did you think of creating a pheromone suppressant?”

Nan Ju lowered her head, toying with the sunglasses in her hand, her tone indifferent: “Because there’s market demand. You know this well—the unique nature of Omegas creates many workplace issues. You wouldn’t want your employees taking days off every month, would you? Besides, I made a bet with the old man to double the company’s profits within three years. Without a new, highly profitable business opportunity, how could I win?”

This world had no suppressants, nor surgeries to remove scent glands. Omegas had to secure a partner before their first heat after adulthood, just in case. They constantly had to be careful not to burden those around them or invite trouble.

But trouble still found them.

Rut cycles, heats, pregnancies… all brutally disrupted an Omega’s work and life. They had to take leave, resolve their physiological burdens, and only then could they return.

Aunt Pei had to take time off every heat. The first time Nan Ju caught a whiff of her lingering pheromones, the woman was so tense and fearful it seemed like Nan Ju would fire her on the spot.

As for Betas sandwiched between the two, they were treated as nothing more than useful tools—low fertility, barely any presence to speak of.

Omegas being suppressed and looked down upon in the workplace meant more workload and demands would fall on Betas, while Alphas ruled the entire system like wolf kings—unchanging and absolute.

As an Alpha, Su Wei understood this well, yet she still hesitated.

“Then you should also know society encourages Omegas to reproduce. If suppressants are really developed, it would lower the birth rate to some extent. There will be opposition.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Nan Ju let out a light laugh, raising her beautiful brows as she gave Su Wei a meaningful look. “I’m just selling suppressants. Whether they want children or when they have them—what does that have to do with me? Or do you, like others, have some twisted preference for locking your wife at home to do laundry, cook, and raise kids?”

Su Wei’s expression darkened instantly.

“I’m not that much of a control freak.”

An Alpha’s aura when angered was terrifying, yet Nan Ju remained blissfully unaffected. She leaned playfully on the table, her voice sweet and innocent. “Don’t be mad. You’re really scary.”

The cold-faced CEO suppressed her irritation, lifting her teacup to cool down. “I’ll invest in this project. How do you want to split the profits?”

Nan Ju swiftly pulled out two identical contracts from her bag and slid them over. “You provide the funds, I provide the labor. We split the profits fifty-fifty.”

“Fifty-fifty?”

Su Wei stared at Nan Ju as if she were some prehistoric anomaly.

Honestly, she was starting to doubt her own judgment—would Nan Ju really not run Uncle Nan’s company into the ground?

She picked up one of the contracts, her tone flat. “Are you sure?”

“Of course.” Nan Ju nodded cheerfully, pressing the contract Su Wei had just picked back onto the table with her pink-polished nails. Meeting the other woman’s slightly startled gaze, she parted her red lips. “If you agree to one condition of mine, then fifty-fifty stands.”

Su Wei’s expression stiffened.

“What condition?”