Little Succubus Transmigrates into a Fishing Type O - Chapter 17

Could she be falling for Bai Ruanruan?

This question had been lingering in Gu Jianyou’s mind for days.

For several consecutive days, Gu Jianyou had been avoiding Bai Ruanruan. Just the sight of the lipstick Bai had left behind made her eyes burn with an inexplicable ache.

Irritated, Gu Jianyou twisted the ring on her little finger, trying to numb herself with work.

Did she like Bai Ruanruan?

She had always believed she would never fall for anyone. The desire to be close to Bai Ruanruan was merely because their pheromones were a perfect match—nothing more.

Secretary: “Boss, Ms. Bai is in the building today for a meeting with some production crew members.”

Gu Jianyou shifted her gaze from the computer screen. “And why does that concern me?”

The secretary stood frozen for a moment. “It doesn’t, but…”

Gu Jianyou coolly returned her attention to the screen. “If it doesn’t concern me, then there’s no need to report it.”

The secretary murmured an acknowledgment and left the office, muttering in confusion, “But the boss used to be so curious about Ms. Bai’s whereabouts.”

Now, even a casual mention was dismissed as irrelevant. The secretary shook her head, baffled.

Inside the office, Gu Jianyou struggled to focus. Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk, producing a steady tap-tap-tap.

She had been ignoring Bai Ruanruan for a week. Would that delicate little Omega be upset?

Gu Jianyou pinched her temples, forcing herself to concentrate on the screen.

Emotions only clouded an alpha’s judgment and rationality. She refused to let herself succumb to such irrational impulses.

Yet, Gu Jianyou remained oblivious to the fact that whenever she was with Bai Ruanruan, rationality had long since abandoned her.

Frustrated, she grabbed her phone and texted Jiajia:

“Has Bai Ruanruan been drinking her tonic soup these past few days?”

Her fragile little Omega had such a weak constitution. With the recent drop in temperature, had she caught a cold?

Jiajia replied immediately: “I’ve been busy on set lately. Ms. Bai’s daily care has been handed over to the new assistant.”

Gu Jianyou didn’t have the new assistant’s contact. She opened Bai Ruanruan’s chat window.

She typed out a long message, only to delete it word by word.

After half an hour of back-and-forth, she finally sent a brief line:

“It’s getting cold. Remember to dress warmly.”

Two hours passed. Gu Jianyou checked her phone every five minutes—no reply.

Gu Jianyou: “…”

Her hand clenched into a fist, slamming onto the desk with enough force to make the lipstick tube tremble.

Finally, she exhaled sharply, grabbed her coat, and strode out of the office. She knocked on her secretary’s frosted glass door.

“Which floor is Bai Ruanruan’s meeting on?” she demanded darkly.

The secretary quickly provided the floor number. Before she could finish speaking, Gu Jianyou was already heading toward the elevator at the end of the hallway.

Gripping the lipstick tube in her pocket, Gu Jianyou stared at her reflection in the elevator doors, growing even more agitated.

She shouldn’t be acting like some common alpha, desperately chasing after an Omega’s pheromones.

But that lingering peach scent—wherever she went, it clung to her like it was etched into her DNA. Without it, withdrawal symptoms set in.

As soon as the elevator doors opened on the designated floor, Gu Jianyou heard the chatter of an ongoing discussion from a nearby conference room—its door left ajar.

Regarding the subsequent filming schedule and the focus of external publicity…

Before hearing the discussion about life, Gu Jianyou first caught the scent of Bai Ruanruan’s pheromones.

The sweet, delicious aroma of peaches had grown even more succulent recently, lacking the nourishment of alpha pheromones.

Just one whiff was enough for Gu Jianyou’s body to instinctively move toward the conference room door.

Disgusted with herself, she pinched the inside of her forearm hard, using the pain to restrain her reckless impulses.

The chains of reason could not shackle the instincts in her bones—like trying to bind a tiger with hemp rope.

Gu Jianyou inhaled deeply, greedily savoring the faint traces of pheromones lingering in the air.

Her eyes darkened with despair. She had grown up in an environment where obsession with another person was unthinkable.

She knew full well that reckless passion could hurt the other person…

Gu Jianyou pressed a hand over her eyes, the cold tail ring on her thumb pressed against her burning temple.

“Ruanruan—” she silently mouthed, “Do you really want nothing from me?!”

If it were money, looks, or anything else, she would have a reason to keep her by her side—not this maddening push and pull, this distance that was neither here nor there.

Leaning against the cold wall, she helplessly lowered the hand covering her eyes and turned her head slightly, taking in the entire conference room.

Bai Ruanruan sat beside the director, a supporting actress resting her head on her shoulder, arms entwined like the best of friends.

The supporting actress was a beta, delicate and pretty, complementing Bai Ruanruan’s beauty perfectly.

Yet Gu Jianyou found the sight unbearable.

……

Bai Ruanruan whispered, “Do any of you smell something?”

The director immediately stopped talking. “What smell?”

Bai Ruanruan glanced thoughtfully toward the door. “It smells like irises.”

The director didn’t catch it. “You’ve been working too hard lately. Let’s wrap up early today.”

Bai Ruanruan was beautiful, talented, and gentle—the darling of the entire crew.

A female producer poured her a cup of hot water with goji berries. “You’ve been looking pale lately. Let’s go to the hot springs in a couple of days.”

Bai Ruanruan’s eyes lit up. “I love hot springs.”

Another supporting actress, munching on a low-calorie meal during the meeting, chimed in, “Ruanruan, want to try this braised beef? It’s super flavorful.”

She picked up a piece with her chopsticks and held it to Bai Ruanruan’s lips.

Gu Jianyou watched, frozen, as Bai Ruanruan parted her lips and took the beef—using someone else’s chopsticks.

Her breath hitched, fingers tightening around the lipstick tube in her pocket until it creaked.

Bai Ruanruan smirked faintly, her gaze flickering toward the sliver of fabric visible at the door.

The scent of irises in the air grew stronger, more aggressive—yet Bai Ruanruan acted as if she didn’t notice.

“By the way, Teacher Bai, you changed your lipstick today?” The sweet-voiced supporting actress asked, “I wanted to buy the same shade as yours.”

At the word “lipstick,” Gu Jianyou’s heart clenched.

Bai Ruanruan smiled. “I lost it accidentally. No idea who picked it up.”

A flush crept up Gu Jianyou’s face.

She suspected Bai Ruanruan knew she had stolen the lipstick—then pretended not to—but she had no proof.

In the conference room, Bai Ruanruan tapped her lips, now a crystal strawberry shade. “This one’s pretty too. I just bought it yesterday.”

Hiding outside the door and eavesdropping, Gu Jianyou instinctively peeked inside.

It was a fresh, watery shade of pink with a glossy sheen, like a candied strawberry skewer coated in rock sugar.

She wondered if kissing it would taste as sweet as that strawberry treat.

Gu Jianyou froze, standing at the door until the film crew finished their meeting and dispersed.

She waited in the quiet fire escape hallway, not daring to move until Bai Ruanruan finally stepped out.

But she hadn’t expected Bai Ruanruan to be the last one to leave the conference room.

Emerging from the hallway, she nearly collided with Bai Ruanruan, who was about to take the stairs.

Startled, Gu Jianyou stumbled back half a step, while Bai Ruanruan also “hadn’t expected” to see her here, freezing in place and nearly losing her balance on the stairs—

Gu Jianyou: “Careful!”

In the narrow stairwell, Gu Jianyou grabbed the girl’s wrist and pulled her into her arms.

But she hadn’t accounted for Bai Ruanruan’s freshly applied lipstick, which smeared across her white shirt.

The streak of red looked like a slash of bl00d from a knife wound.

Gu Jianyou’s heart skipped a beat—

Bai Ruanruan looked up at her, peach-blossom eyes reflecting only Gu Jianyou’s image.

Bai Ruanruan tugged at her shirt and asked, “Why was Sister waiting outside?”

Gu Jianyou stayed silent, unable to explain the restlessness in her heart. Her Omega wasn’t hers alone—many in the crew doted on her.

Who in the entire industry could resist a girl as adorable as Bai Ruanruan?

Gu Jianyou gripped her hand. “You stained my shirt. Clean it for me.”

“This shirt is expensive. It can’t go in the washing machine.”

Bai Ruanruan blinked, surprised by her words.

Gu Jianyou: “Hand wash.”

Bai Ruanruan murmured, “I thought Sister would have plenty of spare shirts.”

Pinned against the wall by Gu Jianyou, the tall alpha loomed over her and said, “I want my Omega to wash my clothes for me. Is that okay?”

Just like a diligent, housekeeping wife washing them by hand.

And she wanted Bai Ruanruan to wash more than just the shirt…