I’m Allergic to Pheromones - Chapter 6

The next day, the sky was overcast, with evening clouds lazily drifting.

Pushing open the window, the crisp scent of rain and the quiet after the dust had settled rushed in.

When Ye Qiushuang came to visit, Nan Ju was standing under a crabapple tree, giving her newly acquired dog an etiquette lesson.

“Hey, no rubbing against legs! Sit properly—no acting spoiled!”

It had rained all night, and the newly bloomed crabapple flowers, saturated with rainwater, hung heavily from the branches, swollen to the point where it seemed a single poke would release thick floral sap.

The rain had only stopped in the morning, and with no sunlight, whenever the wind blew, the droplets clinging to the branches would plummet straight down—right onto the forehead of the silly dog looking up with an eager expression.

“Ow ow!”

Nan Ju laughed, crouching down to firmly pat the grinning dog’s head.

“Stupid thing.”

The chubby little puppy, barely a month old with short legs and a brownish-yellow coat, whimpered and pawed at the ground, looking utterly wronged.

Caught off guard, Nan Ju ended up with a few specks of mud splattered on her face. Amused yet exasperated, she grabbed the dog by the scruff of its neck and narrowed her eyes.

“Fat dog.”

This was the scene Ye Qiushuang witnessed as she walked along the veranda.

Nan Ju, dressed in a white hoodie and pants, crouched under the tree with her hair casually tied back, holding a small dog in one hand, her expression unamused.

The sight of a beauty and a dog was bizarrely refreshing. Ye Qiushuang was momentarily stunned—Nan Ju’s roguish demeanor completely overshadowed her usual serene grace, making her strikingly vivid.

Her voice came out a little unsteady.

“Nan Ju, what are you doing…?”

The next second, the beauty holding the dog looked up, her gaze sharp as a blade.

Only then did Ye Qiushuang notice the mud on Nan Ju’s face.

“Oh my god, are you playing in the mud? That’s so dirty!”

Nan Ju…

You’re the one playing in the mud. Your whole family plays in the mud.

She wiped off the mud spots, snorted, and shot a sidelong glance at the horrified Ye Qiushuang before patting the puppy’s head with her other hand, her voice neither loud nor soft.

“Hmph, such audacity.”

Now both the dog and Ye Qiushuang looked thoroughly displeased.

Ever since Nan Ju had somehow slipped away during the engagement banquet, Ye Qiushuang had a growing sense that things were spiraling out of control.

First, she couldn’t get through to Nan Ju’s home phone. Then, despite deliberately passing by her place over the past few days, no one was ever home. None of the messages she sent received any replies.

Nan Ju had always been indecisive, used to following her lead since childhood, sharing even the most trivial matters with her.

Going days without the constant pings of incoming messages felt unsettling.

Had this busty but brainless young mistress figured out she’d been set up?

A mix of unease, nervousness, guilt, and unwillingness churned inside her. Suppressing her frustration, Ye Qiushuang forced a gentle smile and walked over, lifting the hem of her skirt.

“What are you up to? Is this your new puppy? It’s so cute.”

Nan Ju stared fixedly at the sweet dimples on Ye Qiushuang’s cheeks, then stood up, rubbing the dog’s ears between her fingers.

She was 178 cm tall—something to be proud of!

“Eight Million.”

Ye Qiushuang blinked. “What?”

“I said, its name is Eight Million.”

A common mutt you could find anywhere in the countryside, named Eight Million?

Ye Qiusheng silently grumbled to herself, unable to help thinking of her own purebred show-grade Maltese named “Elizabeth” – a snow-white, long-haired beauty – and couldn’t suppress a soft chuckle.

“That’s quite an interesting name. Any particular reason?”

Nan Ju looked at her calmly, her tone neither warm nor cold.

“No special reason. Just because it scratched my eight-million-yuan car with its paws this morning.”

This seemingly unweaned, lost Chinese rural dog had darted out from the roadside barrier when Nan Ju was about to leave to meet her ex-fiancée again, plopping directly onto Nan Ju’s shoes while whining for food.

When Nan Ju opened her car door, the overexcited little thing wagged its tail furiously and approached, leaving two barely visible scratches on her beloved vehicle.

Thus, this chubby canine criminal was brought into the villa.

Eight million. Just that.

I suspect you’re targeting me, and I have solid evidence.

Ye Qiusheng choked slightly, convinced Nan Ju was just making up nonsense to brush her off, which immediately soured her mood. But after hesitating, she still walked over.

As usual, she affectionately linked arms with Nan Ju, lowering her eyes to conceal complex emotions. Her tone carried a hint of intimate dissatisfaction, yet not enough to seem excessive.

“Still angry? I was too busy to attend to you during the engagement party. Why didn’t you tell me when you got drunk? It was so dangerous for you to return alone.”

She remained convinced Nan Ju hadn’t discovered her scheme, believing their separation that night had been mere coincidence.

Knowing Nan Ju had poor alcohol tolerance, Ye Qiusheng had secretly slipped instant-dissolve drugs into her drink – substances that would quickly mimic severe intoxication.

At that point, just a whiff of an Alpha’s pheromones would have had Nan Ju writhing and begging to be taken.

This hard-to-obtain drug was her perfect tool to discreetly trap Nan Ju. The plan was to capitalize on her disoriented state to create a scandal, turning her into the laughingstock of Flower City’s elite circles.

With such humiliation and the other Alpha being the engagement party’s groom, no one would suspect Ye Qiusheng.

Imagine – a high-status S-class Omega, caught with her best friend’s fiancé at the engagement party! What sensational tabloid fodder!

Everyone would pity the suddenly victimized Ye Qiusheng while branding Nan Ju a shameless, wanton slut without an ounce of decency.

She’d become Flower City’s disgrace, enduring endless scorn and backbiting.

No matter how wealthy or powerful the Nan family was, a tainted Omega would inevitably be cast aside.

This was exactly how the original host had been tricked into marrying the wrong person, gradually abandoning herself to depravity.

Nan Ju lifted her eyelids, acutely sensing a veiled malice and a faint stench.

That familiar foot odor – she’d smelled it days ago when stumbling upon the scene. It was Ye Qiusheng’s pheromones during heat.

She marveled at this world’s inhabitants. How could anyone find that smell arousing?

Even dogs would turn their noses up at that stink.

Nan Ju naturally withdrew her arm and bent down, shifting her position to cradle the puppy with one hand around its neck and the other supporting its bottom, lifting the little dog in the same way one would carry a child.

“I had a terrible headache, so I came back early.”

In this position, Ye Qiushuang found herself face-to-face with the grinning Chinese rural dog, its four muddy paws held up in the air.

The restless puppy wriggled slightly, its stubby tail wagging back and forth, making Ye Qiushuang visibly tense.

She was afraid the dog would shake its muddy paws and splatter her.

“Glad you’re okay—I was worried for days. Let’s, uh, let’s go inside first.”

Watching her flustered rush toward the veranda, Nan Ju curved her lips slightly and nudged the puppy’s head with her chin, muttering under her breath.

“I loosened my grip—why didn’t you just leap over and headbutt her to death?”

The regret in her tone was palpable.

The chubby little pup tilted its face up at its new owner, wagging its tail happily with a cheerful “Awoo!”

Nan Ju eyed its goofy, Husky-like expression and clicked her tongue.

“Dumb dog.”

—

Despite being early spring, the rain had left the outdoors chilly, while the indoors remained warm and dry.

After carrying the dog inside, Nan Ju deliberately took a bath and changed into fresh clothes before coming downstairs to greet her guest.

She took her time, leisurely selecting—on Xia Duo’s suggestion—a silk wrap-front tie cardigan and a beige half-skirt embroidered with crabapple blossoms, cinched at the waist with a sash. As she descended the stairs step by step, her graceful figure and poised demeanor were captivating.

Ye Qiushuang’s gaze involuntarily followed Nan Ju, taking in her striking beauty and unapologetic confidence. Her hands, resting on her knees, clenched and unclenched.

“You’re so slow,” she complained softly, lounging comfortably on the living room’s upholstered sofa before beckoning Nan Ju with a smile.

“Come here, I have something fun to show you.”

The intimacy between them would make anyone assume they were close friends.

But Nan Ju didn’t respond directly. Instead, she first inquired about the puppy’s condition after its checkup before leisurely making her way over.

“What do you want to show me?”

A perfectly ordinary question—neither guarded nor cold—yet Ye Qiushuang felt deeply unsettled.

Meeting Nan Ju’s indifferent, unreadable eyes, the dissatisfaction in her heart swelled like water about to overflow from a cup.

Unable to contain her impatience, she pulled a letter from her bag and placed it on the coffee table.

“She asked me to deliver this to you.”

She?

Nan Ju instinctively frowned, confused by the lack of corresponding memories or plot details.

“She approached me multiple times. I couldn’t refuse—you won’t be mad at me, right?”

Wow, sister, you’re really laying it on thick.

Ignoring Ye Qiushuang’s theatrically teary expression, Nan Ju picked up the letter and opened it without hesitation. Her premonition solidified into certainty.

Here we go—she’s arrived.

Of course, in this twisted ABO yuri harem story, how could the scumbag Alpha be missing?

Xu Zhiyi—Nan Ju’s childhood friend and former partner.

Initially playing the role of a devoted lover, she revealed her cuckolding fetish after marriage, directly causing the protagonist to become a shared wife. And now, she’s already connected with Ye Qiushuang this early?

As Nan Ju frowned, lost in thought about the plot, Ye Qiushuang—who had been closely observing her reaction—flashed a hint of triumph. She scooted closer, feigning concern.

“I know you’re already engaged. Miss Su is quite a good match, but Sister Zhiyi has also been very good to you, and she’s a female Alpha. The military keeps her busy, but she’s been calling me whenever she can these past two months, begging me to persuade you.”

At this point, Ye Qiushuang cautiously glanced at Nan Ju, who was still reading the letter, and said with some distress, “Actually, it doesn’t have to be about matching social status. Your family is already very powerful and wealthy. I think Sister Zhiyi seems quite pitiful.”

The original novel never mentioned Ye Qiushuang privately contacting Xu Zhiyi, but it subtly hinted that the original host strongly disliked her arranged fiancée Su Wei, with no interaction between them after the engagement ceremony.

When Nan Ju read this, she couldn’t understand why this silly young lady was so rebellious—but now she knew.

Apparently, someone had been constantly whispering malicious suggestions in her ear.

Compared to Xu Zhiyi, who wrote ten pages of sappy poetry without ever having properly met, Nan Ju retained a sliver of goodwill for Su Wei, who seemed like an honest person.

Su Wei was the only supporting character in the original story who never got involved with the female lead. Having voluntarily called off the engagement, she was written from the start as an unlikable straight woman, eventually becoming a permanent member of the “crematorium” subplot.

But the Su Wei Nan Ju had met was quite gracious. Even when Nan Ju made unreasonable demands to break off the engagement, Su Wei suppressed her anger and agreed without complaining to their elders.

Most importantly, Su Wei accepted the stink-flowers Nan Ju sent her and even posted on social media that she would carefully display them in her office!

Such a simple, unaffected woman—how adorable!

She would definitely keep sending her stink-flowers!

“But I’m not really interested in Alphas anymore. My current goal is to focus on making money.”

Ye Qiushuang fell silent.

Your family is already so wealthy, and you still want to make more money?

She felt like she was being played, but she couldn’t show her anger.

If she lost her temper with Nan Ju now, all her carefully laid plans would be wasted.

“That’s not a very funny joke.”

“Who’s joking? I’m completely serious.”

Nan Ju gave Ye Qiushuang a strange look, folded the letter carelessly, and tossed it accurately into the trash bin before raising a delicate eyebrow.

“Didn’t you know? I’m now part of the noble single aristocracy.”

Ye Qiushuang was stunned.

“What?”

“Miss Su and I have called off our engagement.”