I’m Allergic to Pheromones - Chapter 14

The power of the stinky chrysanthemum was truly boundless. Nan Ju smoothly signed a promising contract and even managed to extort Su Wei into treating her to lunch and afternoon tea before leaving.

The only woman in the original story who hadn’t lost her dignity was indeed reliable. Nan Ju happily changed Su Wei’s WeChat nickname to “God of Wealth” and quickly formulated ten thousand plans in her mind to milk her for all she was worth.

Thinking of Su Wei’s relieved expression when she left, along with her assistant’s face that looked like someone had just died, and the row of neatly numbered and labeled stinky chrysanthemums under the floor-to-ceiling window, Nan Ju collapsed onto the back seat, laughing uncontrollably.

Who would have thought that behind that cold, aloof school beauty face was secretly a lovable, dominant Alpha who would number little flowers and give them nicknames?

Truly, dominant Alphas and flowers were a match made in heaven!

But Alphas like Su Wei were extremely rare. Upon closer thought, Betas were actually the most similar to modern people—ordinary, unable to smell pheromones, and without heats. The only difference was their extremely low fertility rate.

Nan Ju personally thought this was perfect—no marriage, no children, guaranteed peace.

“If I absolutely had to find a partner, a Beta would probably do.”

Nan Ju was a firm believer in being the dominant one in a relationship. She liked soft-bodied, pretty young girls with a bit of a temper.

Deep down, she enjoyed dominating such soft, same-s3x partners, seeking comfort in their similar bodies—a preference shaped by her upbringing and personality.

But in her past life, Nan Ju had never had a girlfriend. When she was young, she was broke and picky. By the time she had money, she had no time, working 24/7, 365 days a year without a break. Even if she wanted to unwind at a bar, she’d inevitably get a last-minute overtime call from her cursed boss.

After experiencing that twice—once even while in bed—Nan Ju completely lost any worldly desires.

No matter how good-looking she was, moments like those would still get her kicked out of bed by the girl. QAQ

Workers work, workers grind, workers are the elite of society.

Workers don’t deserve a s3x life. The most they could hope for was a little relief from their five-fingered friend after a hard day browsing the flower market.

By the time she finally had free time, she no longer had any worldly desires left.

“Whatever, let’s get things done first. Now’s not the time for romance.”

Nan Ju solemnly bundled up her worldly desires and stuffed them deep into the recesses of her mind. Her corporate drone soul burned with unprecedented intensity as she sat up and sent Su Wei a WeChat message.

“I’ll let you know as soon as there’s progress on the suppressants.”

Milking someone for all they were worth was fun, but she had to know when to stop. Short-term gains were nothing compared to the benefits of sustainable development.

Su Wei was the best ally Nan Ju could find in this world for the time being. She was an Alpha, but she was also the only side character in the original novel who hadn’t slept with the female lead—jokingly dubbed by readers as the most tragic, devoted domineering CEO side character in a harem story.

But after actually interacting with her, Nan Ju found that this woman was surprisingly easy to talk to.

Or maybe she was just more amiable toward Nan Ju because they both came from aristocratic families?

“Uncle Wang, did Su Wei have any previous dealings with our family?”

In the original novel, the descriptions of the female lead and Su Wei were quite sparse. Nan Ju only remembered that they were matched in a marriage of equals, with the female lead unilaterally disliking the other party. After being permanently marked by someone at her best friend’s engagement party, she provoked Su Wei’s fury and was forcibly broken off with, leading to the much-anticipated “cremation” plotline.

Logically speaking, if Nan Ju and Su Wei didn’t have much interaction, then their connection would only be through family ties.

Uncle Wang was somewhat surprised to hear Nan Ju’s question. Driving steadily, he shook his head after a moment.

“Not now. But when the previous head of the Su family was still around, he would often bring his spouse and Miss Su Wei to visit the old mansion for tea and reminiscing with the master. You were still young then and didn’t live at home often, so you probably don’t remember seeing them much.”

This was another detail not mentioned in the book.

Nan Ju was puzzled: “Were Dad and Su Wei’s parents very close?”

Mentioning the past, even Uncle Wang—whose temples had already turned silver—couldn’t hide the nostalgia in his eyes.

He had been driving for Nan Yi since his younger days, only moving to the garden villa with Aunt Pei and others when the young mistress came of age and relocated there.

One could say he had watched two generations of the Nan family gradually change into what they were today.

“Miss Su was a good person—I mean the previous one. Because Miss Su’s spouse was good friends with the late madam, they often visited each other after starting their respective families. Miss Su Wei even loved the cookies madam used to make, until that accident happened and…”

“My apologies, young mistress. I spoke out of turn.”

As people age, they tend to reminisce. Uncle Wang had been enthusiastically sharing these old memories when he caught sight of Nan Ju’s bewildered expression in the rearview mirror and promptly stopped himself.

The red light hung high above, and the middle-aged man in the driver’s seat gripped the steering wheel tightly, his expression full of regret.

Why did he have to run his mouth like that? He’d forgotten that the late madam had also passed away in that accident.

“It’s alright. Mom would probably be happy that you still remember her.” Realizing Uncle Wang was gauging her reaction, afraid these memories might hurt her as a motherless child, Nan Ju quickly reassured him.

She keenly sensed his affection for her and curled her lips in a smile to comfort him. Her curiosity about the female lead’s mother grew stronger, and she couldn’t help but ask, “She was a very good person, wasn’t she?”

Uncle Wang relaxed and answered firmly, “The madam was certainly an excellent Omega.”

The red light was vivid, staining people’s eyes until it was hard to tell whether their eyes were red or what they saw was red. The tragic accident from years ago was briefly uncovered by the wind, only to be gently pressed back down out of reluctance. Through Uncle Wang’s words, Nan Ju slowly pieced together an image of a woman.

She must have been beautiful, with soft skin and thick, raven-black hair. She liked wearing long skirts and sitting under the crabapple tree to paint. She preferred heels but not stilettos, and when she smiled, she would press her lips together lightly—shy and gentle, a woman with an innocent air untouched by hardship.

No wonder her hot-tempered father had married an ordinary woman with no background. So this was the kind of woman she had been.

Nan Ju gazed at her reflection in the rearview mirror, raising a hand to touch the face identical to her real-life one, her fingertips lightly brushing the upturned corners of her eyes.

These eyes, she had been told, were a perfect inheritance from the female lead’s mother.

How wonderful.

Nan Ju couldn’t quite describe what she was feeling. She clearly knew this was a fictional world, yet she still felt an inexplicable joy at such casual words.

She had no mother—not in reality, nor in this book. But whenever someone said she resembled another woman, she couldn’t help feeling a secret, unexpected delight. It was like standing on the street for the longest time, when warm breezes and beautiful petals would drift down upon you, and closing your eyes to taste the sweetness of fruit candy on your tongue.

The spring sun shone brilliantly, and cherry blossoms along the roadside fluttered down in abundance, lifted again by the wind—some settling by the roadside, others floating into the sky.

Nan Ju tilted her head to gaze out the window, her mood light.

She didn’t realize just how tender her smile was in that moment.

This shameless world… maybe it wasn’t so bad after all…