Intoxicated by Her Pheromones - Chapter 15

Song Qing let out a cold laugh, her terrifying gaze making it seem as though if Su Shu were standing before her, she would devour her alive.

Ye Zi couldn’t help but shudder at her expression, knowing full well that this was the worst time to provoke Song Qing. After giving the address, she quickly left on her own.

Not long after Ye Zi left, Song Qing immediately instructed the driver to turn around and head to the neighborhood where Su Shu lived, ready to settle the score.

The old residential area had walls covered in peeling paint and various small advertisements. The motion-sensor lights, long overdue for repairs, emitted a dim and sluggish glow. Song Qing stepped across the concrete stairs until she reached the sixth floor and stopped.

Su Shu lived in the middle unit on the sixth floor. Once Song Qing found the place, she calmly straightened herself before curling her fingers to knock on the door.

Three knocks echoed, followed by prolonged silence.

No one came to answer the door—not even a sound could be heard.

Song Qing’s face remained cold as she glanced at the flimsy door, her patience slowly wearing thin. She had already decided that if Su Shu didn’t open the door soon, she would just kick it down.

But just as she was about to knock a second time, the door swung open.

Su Shu stood there in white pajamas, her face flushed as if she had a high fever, her eyes hazy and unfocused. The sudden sight of Song Qing made her widen her already dazed eyes, as if she were hallucinating.

Her voice carried surprise. “Song Qing? Why are you here?”

“Why I’m not important. What’s important is—what’s wrong with you?” Song Qing said, her anger dissipating by half at the sight of Su Shu’s fragile, helpless state.

Her tone softened. “Tell me, what’s wrong? Why do you look even thinner than the last time I saw you? And didn’t I give you a large sum of money? Why haven’t you been eating well?”

“I’m fine, just feeling a little unwell. I haven’t had much appetite.”

“No appetite? That won’t do. You have to eat something. I’ll order takeout for you later,” Song Qing declared firmly, not waiting for Su Shu’s agreement before pulling her inside by the hand.

The apartment wasn’t large, but Su Shu had kept it tidy, exuding a warm and cozy atmosphere. Song Qing subtly observed her surroundings, her eyes landing on a pair of elderly women’s shoes by the shoe rack.

“Do you live here with your grandmother?” she asked.

“Yes,” Su Shu stiffened at the question before replying after a pause, “But… she’s in the hospital now.”

“The hospital? Is she sick?”

Song Qing’s hand, which had been scrolling through food delivery options, stilled.

She turned to look at the frail yet stubborn omega beside her, who seemed as though a gust of wind could blow her away. An involuntary sense of pity welled up in her heart.

Humans were like that—instinctively reacting to vulnerability with different emotions. Some felt destructive urges, others protective ones.

“Surgery costs? What happened to your grandmother?” Song Qing pressed.

Su Shu bit her lip, silent.

Her face turned deathly pale in that moment, almost matching the white of her clothes.

“Tell me, what’s wrong? What exactly is going on?”

When Su Shu remained silent, Song Qing asked again.

Su Shu looked up and met Song Qing’s concerned gaze. The thoughts that had been struggling in her heart for so long finally surfaced.

Without another word, she leaned in close to Song Qing and, before Song Qing could react, kissed her.