Intoxicated by Her Pheromones - Chapter 11

It was that person returning once more.

This time, however, she had removed her hat and replaced it with a No-Face mask, yet her face remained completely concealed.

Song Qing couldn’t determine who she was at all, but the person still gave her an intensely familiar feeling.

As if they’d met somewhere before…

Her brows knitted tightly together.

Song Qing racked her brain for a long time but couldn’t recall anything.

Meanwhile, He Sheng had been staring at the photograph for ages without making any progress. She tried tracing the IP address, but the other party’s skills surpassed hers. Even after attempting to track the IP, she came up empty-handed.

Moreover, based on her observations, that person should have exceptionally strong counter-surveillance abilities.

For them to suddenly expose themselves like this didn’t seem like their usual modus operandi. There must be other clues left behind.

Unless… it was as she suspected.

That person could no longer wait to make their move.

Her eyes filled with deep contemplation.

He Sheng opened her phone just as Song Qing’s call came through.

“Any progress?” Song Qing asked. “Oh, and I just sent you another video. Did you see it?”

“No, I’ve been busy with tracing that text message’s IP address. Haven’t checked my messages.”

“Then watch it quickly and tell me if you find anything.”

After hanging up, Song Qing lit a cigarette with her lighter, holding it between her fingers as she inhaled the tobacco scent, her thoughts drifting far away.

At the same time, that face—the one that had been intimately close to her for three days and nights—resurfaced in her mind.

But this time, she appeared different.

The black clothing made her seem subdued. Su Shu’s skin was exceptionally pale, and against the black fabric, when pinned beneath her, she looked like a frightened little rabbit.

Soft and white, with flushed cheeks. Not only that, but those usually indifferent eyes held a tenderness Song Qing had never seen before, gazing directly at her as if truly seeing her as a lifelong partner.

If not for being drunk yesterday, Song Qing might have doubted whether this had really happened—the scene felt so vividly real.

But it was impossible. Based on how the omega had rejected her last time…

Theirs was nothing more than a fleeting affair.

There was no way Su Shu could harbor such profound affection for her.

That was only natural.

Frowning slightly, Song Qing massaged her throbbing temples and took a deep drag from the cigarette, the nicotine temporarily suppressing her restless mood.

…

He Sheng contacted Song Qing in the afternoon. Having been woken from sleep, Song Qing was irritable, her mood at rock bottom.

But since He Sheng was helping with the investigation, she couldn’t vent her frustration. Suppressing her voice, she asked,

“What is it? Did you find something?”

“Yes, there’s a lead now.”

“What lead?” Song Qing’s eyes snapped open immediately.

“In the later part of the video, I noticed a string of code around the No-Face mask. After investigating this code, I found this symbol.”

As she spoke, He Sheng sent over an image.

When Song Qing opened it, what greeted her eyes was a dark lily encircled by thorns.

Lilies are beautiful, but in this image, Song Qing couldn’t discern any of their inherent beauty. All she could see was something eerie and an unfathomable mystery.

Just like the emblem of that legendary organization, Dark Fragrance.

Dark Fragrance was an organization that had only emerged a couple of years ago.

No one knew exactly what they did, only that every member was exceptionally capable—and all of them were omegas. Their most frequent actions involved exposing the crimes of powerful alphas and seeking justice for oppressed omegas.

They fought to protect the legal rights of omegas in society.

Not only did they secure better welfare for omegas, but they also punished many unscrupulous alphas, ensuring they faced the consequences they deserved.

They were heroes in the eyes of omegas.

Song Qing wasn’t deeply familiar with all this. She only knew because the organization had surfaced shortly after her debut, so she had skimmed through some information.

Beyond that, she hadn’t bothered to learn more.

But if that omega really was part of that organization…

Things would get complicated.

The strength of that organization, as well as the background of those behind it, was unfathomable. Otherwise, how could it still exist to this day?

Just the fact that none of the powerful figures they had targeted dared to retaliate spoke volumes.

Whoever was pulling the strings behind the scenes was definitely not ordinary.

Otherwise, those elites would have long since taken action against them.

So, she couldn’t act recklessly in this matter. She needed to think carefully before proceeding.

“What do you think? Are you still planning to dig deeper into this?”

“Dig? Of course. But we should keep a low profile for now. If that person really is part of this organization, we’ll need to be cautious.”

“Got it. I’ll handle it carefully. But what about you? How are you going to be careful? Aren’t you about to take on a new project? What if she sneaks in?”

“I’m an alpha—what can she do to me? Besides, with so many people around, even if she did get in, she wouldn’t dare make a move.”

“Still, you should be careful.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Song Qing hung up the call, stubbed out her cigarette, and left the room.

She walked into the living room.

The clothes from her last return were still unwashed, tossed carelessly on the sofa.

The cleaning lady hadn’t come yet today, so the clothes remained untouched.

Lost in thought, Song Qing approached the sofa, picked up the clothes, and sniffed them.

Just as she expected, she caught the milky scent of suppressants.

And a faint trace of her pheromones.

Nothing else.

That morning, when she had showered, she’d left her clothes on the sofa without a second thought. But the scent back then hadn’t been like this.

Alphas had a keen sensitivity to pheromones. When she had first woken up, she’d detected an indescribable scent lingering in the room. But she’d been too groggy to care.

Now, remembering it, she had come to check.

And sure enough, just as she’d suspected.

That omega had been here again.

But…

Why did she come back, and only sprayed the blocking agent on the clothes without taking them away?

What was it that she had overlooked?

Song Qing stared silently at the clothes without speaking, then seemed to remember something and checked the pockets.

There, she found something familiar.