Intoxicated by Her Pheromones - Chapter 5

The result showed that the number you dialed was not in service.

Not in service?

Song Qing narrowed her eyes, then seemed to recall something and scrolled up through the messages.

“I watched today’s award ceremony. You looked so beautiful on screen, so beautiful that I couldn’t help but want to hide you away. That way, you could only see me, only mark me… become my alpha.”

“Jasmine tea scent—is this your pheromone? It smells so good…”

“If only I could be the one to smell it.”

“Don’t look at other omegas. Your eyes should only have me in them.”

“Otherwise, I’ll kill all the other omegas. Then, maybe you wouldn’t dare to look at them anymore?”

“I’d love to see your fearful expression. You’re so beautiful—I bet that look would be stunning on you.”

“I took out the trash for you. Remember to eat less junk food from now on. It’s not good for your health.”

“And don’t change the password again. I’ve already guessed it. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

The messages were written in a tone that was both obsessive and deranged, laced with unmistakable danger and terror.

Song Qing calmly scrolled through the chat history, her expression growing darker the further back she went.

She rarely checked her messages, especially when busy. The only reason she saw these now was because the scandal had forced her to take a break.

As a result, she had only just discovered this.

Normally, she would have ignored it.

But this time, she couldn’t pretend she hadn’t seen it.

Because this person knew things about her that she had never revealed publicly.

They were a threat.

And she couldn’t afford to turn a blind eye anymore.

Besides, she was curious—just what kind of omega would dare to boast about hiding her away?

“How interesting.”

A faint smirk curled at Song Qing’s lips as she leisurely pulled out her phone and dialed a hacker friend.

“Hey, it’s me. I need a favor. Got time?”

……

“Boss, Song Qing has noticed something’s off. What do we do?” A subordinate anxiously called.

“Nothing. She won’t trace it back to us,” Su Shu replied lazily, coldly eyeing the Brazilian black kingsnake coiled around her fingers. A hint of amusement flickered in her gaze, as if recalling something entertaining.

“So don’t panic. Besides, she won’t find anything. It’s not time for her to know yet, and I won’t let her find out. Just keep watching her closely. The rest isn’t your concern.”

“Understood.”

Su Shu said no more, and the subordinate didn’t dare to press further.

In the pitch-black basement, the glow of the computer screen illuminated a small space. Su Shu stared at the slender Brazilian black kingsnake wrapped around her fingers, silent.

Posters of Song Qing covered the walls.

The small room was practically filled with them. Not only that, but the computer screens were also linked to hidden pinhole cameras placed without Song Qing’s knowledge.

The massive, wall-like display showed surveillance feeds from Song Qing’s home—her bathroom, bedroom, even the storage room.

There were more cameras than even Song Qing herself had installed.

And far more meticulous.

Every aspect of Song Qing was under surveillance, leaving no blind spots.

So, when Song Qing made that phone call to the person,

she already knew.

But she wasn’t the least bit flustered because that person’s strength was no match for hers—they posed no threat at all.

Still, she felt a little annoyed.

So…

She had to teach Song Qing a lesson.