Little Succubus Transmigrates into a Fishing Type O - Chapter 23

Bai Ruanruan’s Scandalous Affair

 

“Oh my god, I’ve really seen it all now. I never thought someone who’s been so popular recently would rise to fame like this.”

“Intimate physical contact with twenty-six male celebrities? Dancing with three of them while drunk???”

“There’s photo evidence—there’s no denying it.”

“Disgusting yet absurd, absurd yet somehow fitting for the entertainment industry.”

“On the trending page next door, it says Bai Ruanruan has been involved with half the entertainment industry. What the hell?”

“Waiting for more tea.”

“I always thought Bai Ruanruan’s looks were too seductive—turns out I was right.”

“Bro, say something! @PR department, hurry up and clear my idol’s name!”

One inconspicuous comment read: “If Bai Ruanruan has such deep connections in the industry, why did she only debut recently?”

Opening the trending page, the screen was flooded with ambiguous photos—some taken in dimly lit bars, others showing two figures embracing so closely they were indistinguishable.

The photos featured people of all genders, but Bai Ruanruan’s drunken, peach-blossom eyes were unmistakable.

Many of the shots were cleverly angled snapshots of Gu Jianyou and Bai Ruanruan.

The blurry images carried an intense visual impact, as if sparks were about to fly between them, entangled beyond redemption.

……

Outside the hospital room,

Gu Jianyou sat on a cold stainless-steel chair, scrolling through her phone.

Her secretary stood nearby, nervous. “Boss, should we investigate Miss Bai?”

Gu Jianyou shook her head. “Find out who’s behind this.”

The secretary nodded. “I’ll get right on it.”

After the secretary left, Gu Jianyou glanced back at the tightly shut hospital door.

Bai Ruanruan’s fragile body was sunken deep into the hospital bed, her face pale with feverish flushes, her lips red as if freshly kissed.

The young girl slept restlessly, brows furrowed, fingers clutching the sheets, soft murmurs escaping her lips.

Her phone, placed beside the pillow, buzzed incessantly—countless messages pouring in.

Gu Jianyou sighed softly, silencing the Omega’s phone and tucking it face-down beneath the pillow.

As she was about to leave the hospital, Gu Jianyou ran into Bai Ruanruan’s manager, Jiajia, who had come to visit.

Jiajia hurried over, her expression troubled. “CEO, those rumors online are completely baseless. I’ve already coordinated with the other involved artists to issue statements clarifying the situation.”

Gu Jianyou nodded, her face unreadable.

“Bai Ruanruan isn’t in good health. When she wakes up, don’t let her look at her phone.”

Jiajia understood but hesitated before asking,

“CEO, there are also rumors about you and Miss Qin…”

The hospital lobby was bustling with people. Gu Jianyou, tall and effortlessly striking, drew many curious glances just by standing there. Her pitch-black eyes held an exhaustion that couldn’t be concealed.

“What?”

Jiajia lowered her voice. “People are saying you and Miss Qin grew up together as childhood sweethearts, that your families arranged a marriage, and that she’s your fiancée.”

Gu Jianyou frowned, irritation flashing in her eyes.

If it were about status, Qin Yaoyao wasn’t even remotely qualified to be the Gu family’s fiancée.

A shadow of coldness flickered in Gu Jianyou’s gaze. “What else are they saying?”

Jiajia thought for a moment and said, “The entire crew knows you respect Mrs. Qin, and through taking care of Mrs. Qin together, you gradually became close with Miss Qin. Plus, Miss Qin is elegant, generous, and generous with her spending—her reputation is excellent.”

Jiajia added after some thought, “These are all rumors from others. Miss Qin herself has denied them.”

Gu Jianyou: “And you believe that? Go take care of Bai Ruanruan right now.”

…

“Maybe you should rest a bit longer?” Jiajia helped Bai Ruanruan sit up. “Your fever hasn’t completely subsided yet—it’s still in the 30s.”

Bai Ruanruan shook her head and reached for her phone, only for Jiajia to stop her.

Bai Ruanruan blinked in surprise. “What’s wrong?”

Jiajia: “There’s negative news about you online. Don’t let it affect your mental state—it’s not worth it.”

Bai Ruanruan smiled faintly. Paired with her delicate, slender frame, she looked both pitiful and resilient.

She opened Weibo, scrolling through the flood of insults and blurry photos as if they were just irrelevant gossip about someone else.

The young woman got out of bed, changed out of her hospital gown, and slipped into her own long-sleeved shirt.

“There’s a scene scheduled for this afternoon. We shouldn’t be late.”

Before Jiajia could react, Bai Ruanruan was already at the door, tilting her chin up slightly.

“Don’t worry. My mental state is stronger than any of yours.”

Her gaze lingered meaningfully on the Weibo posts speculating about her relationship with Gu Jianyou.

“It’ll take time for netizens to accept things.”

Jiajia found herself inexplicably agreeing as she met those inscrutable eyes.

…

Meanwhile,

Gu Jianyou left the office after work. “Leave these documents for tomorrow. I’m heading to the hospital.”

In the backseat of the black car, she kept refreshing her phone.

The negative hashtags on Weibo had been completely wiped clean—even the flood of ambiguous photos had vanished without a trace.

“My sister and brother have both come forward to clarify. Why do I feel like something’s missing?”

“@GuJianyou, you’ve let a minor celebrity ride your coattails for so long. Aren’t you going to say anything?”

“Could it be… Bai Ruanruan and Gu Jianyou are actually together?”

“No way. Rich people just play around with these things.”

“Small-time nobodies like Bai Ruanruan without connections just fade into obscurity in the entertainment industry. There are plenty of pretty faces who know how to flatter.”

“Instead of focusing on acting skills, they chase after shortcuts. The entertainment industry is doomed.”

The car stopped at the hospital entrance.

Gu Jianyou retrieved a thermos of nourishing soup from the passenger seat and carried it to the inpatient ward.

When she opened the door, the sterile scent of disinfectant hung in the empty room.

The blue-and-white striped sheets were neatly made, and the bedside table held no personal belongings.

The name and age on the patient tag had been erased.

It looked like no one had ever stayed there.

A sudden sense of foreboding gripped Gu Jianyou. “Where’s the patient from bed twelve?”

A nurse pushing a cart passed by and glanced inside.

“She checked out at noon.”

Gu Jianyou’s throat tightened. “Noon?!”

The nurse nodded, muttering, “Young people these days work like they have a death wish, sacrificing their health just to make money.”

The nurse continued down the hall to another room to administer an IV, completely unfazed by such situations.

Clutching the thermos tightly, Gu Jianyou turned and left the hospital, driving straight to the film set.

Indeed, even if Bai Ruanruan didn’t check her phone, people around her would tell her about it.

Gu Jianyou stepped onto the set again and spotted Bai Ruanruan filming a scene with a supporting actress from afar.

On a freezing winter night, they had to pretend it was a summer evening, eating barbecue by the roadside.

One hand held cold skewers while the other cradled a beer bottle.

The girl immersed herself in the role instantly, her proficiency heartbreaking to witness.

From a distance, Gu Jianyou watched Bai Ruanruan at work, her chest tightening as if bound by tangled fishing lines, squeezing her heart until it bled.

She handed the thermal container to a crew member and stood under the streetlight, gripping Bai Ruanruan’s medical records tightly.

“Why?” Gu Jianyou bit down on her knuckle. “Why won’t Bai Ruanruan rely on me even a little?”

Standing far from the crowd, her head throbbed with pain.

Her sweet girl had been caught in this misfortune for no reason, forced to work despite her illness to avoid burdening the production.

Faced with gossip, she had to slip into character in an instant.

Gu Jianyou twisted the ring on her pinky finger. She had seen too many hardworking people and never thought diligence alone was worth praising.

But Bai Ruanruan was different… and it pained her.

When the scene ended, Gu Jianyou watched as countless crew members swarmed around Bai Ruanruan, one of them carrying the nourishing soup she had just delivered.

It seemed there was no place for her on the entire set.

“I heard you have connections with the CEO?” A crew member whispered while touching up Bai Ruanruan’s makeup. “I always saw Gu Jianyou visiting our set before—never realized she was here for you.”

“Of course. Haven’t you noticed Bai Ruanruan drinking the CEO’s special soup every day?”

Bai Ruanruan tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Gu Jianyou and I…”

Not just the curious crew members—even the director and Jiajia couldn’t help but fix their gazes on her.

Gu Jianyou stood not far away, her eyes burning crimson as she watched.

What exactly was their relationship?

She understood the girl wanted to carve her own path in the entertainment industry, relying on her talent to earn the admiration of industry leaders.

Perhaps once Bai Ruanruan’s wings fully spread, she wouldn’t need Gu Jianyou’s protection anymore.

By the time her sweet girl truly rose to fame, this relationship might become nothing but a burden.

Gu Jianyou’s heart ached, each breath sharp with bitterness.

The girl narrowed her eyes and smiled, her peach-blossom gaze sweeping over the eager listeners before pressing a slender finger to her lips.

“I can’t say just yet.”

Her ambiguous smile lingered as her eyes flickered toward Qin Yaoyao, who stood nearby.

Qin Yaoyao stumbled back a step, her long nails digging into her palms until they hurt.

She sneered. “How shameless. My cousin would never stoop to someone like you.”

Jiajia angrily slammed her makeup brush onto the table, ready to retort, but Bai Ruanruan stopped her.

“No need to waste words,” Bai Ruanruan murmured, her voice soft and unhurried, as if the online rumors had no effect on her.

Qin Yaoyao smirked triumphantly, thinking Bai Ruanruan had conceded.

“Just because you’re pretty doesn’t mean you’re worthy of being my rival.”

Even when Qin Yaoyao was scolding someone, her face maintained an air of elegance and composure. She gently stroked the soft fur coat she wore and the diamond-encrusted white clutch in her hand, gazing at Bai Ruanruan with the look of someone observing a pitiful loser.

After Qin Yaoyao left, Jiajia’s face flushed with anger. “She’s so shameless! The CEO clearly doesn’t like her, yet she keeps throwing herself at him.”

Bai Ruanruan sipped her nourishing soup and said, “Qin Yaoyao isn’t valued in her family. It’s understandable that she wants to change her circumstances through marriage.”

Jiajia stomped her foot. “Ruanruan! Why are you defending her?”

Bai Ruanruan blinked innocently. “I’m not, though.”

If Qin Yaoyao wanted to rely on Gu Jianyou to improve her situation, wasn’t Bai Ruanruan doing the same?

The little succubus stirred the rich soup with her spoon. Due to her unusual scent and the strange red marks on her body, she had never been valued within her clan and had endured bullying since childhood.

Every person who approached Bai Ruanruan had either been drawn by her beauty or harbored ill intentions to torment her.

A shadow flickered through Bai Ruanruan’s beautiful, light-colored eyes. At their core, she and Qin Yaoyao were no different—both merely seeking the warmth of Gu Jianyou’s radiance. There was nothing noble about it.

Gu Jianyou was the only one who, upon touching Bai Ruanruan, could restrain the impulses in her heart, free from greed or desire.

That was why Bai Ruanruan would never let go.

She finished every last drop of the nourishing soup Gu Jianyou had sent. “Jiajia, after this scene wraps up, help me ask the director for an hour off.”

Jiajia gave an OK sign. “Going to the hospital?”

Bai Ruanruan shook her head. “I need to find someone who can cure my condition.”

Jiajia: “…?”

——

“Cousin, don’t be upset about Bai Ruanruan.” Qin Yaoyao nestled sweetly beside Gu Jianyou.

“The peach cake from this place is delicious. Here, try a piece.”

In the private room of the café, Qin Yaoyao cheerfully pushed an exquisitely crafted peach cake toward Gu Jianyou.

“The entertainment industry has always been like this. I’ll use my connections to investigate and try to get justice for Bai Ruanruan.”

Gu Jianyou lowered her gaze to inspect the peach cake on the plate. Even before bringing it closer, she could already detect an overpoweringly sweet scent—artificial flavorings and cheap dyes, nauseating in their tackiness.

She pushed the cake away. “I don’t have an appetite right now. How has Auntie been lately?”

Qin Yaoyao’s smile stiffened, but her voice grew even softer. “Cousin, do you remember when we were five, swinging together in the courtyard? No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t swing high, and the other kids laughed at me. Only you pushed me from behind.”

Gu Jianyou: “…?”

Had that ever happened?

Qin Yaoyao took a bite of the peach cake, her face lighting up with sweetness.

“Once, my younger brother bullied me and threw something at me, cutting my forehead. You were seven then, and you chased him away.”

Her eyes shone with sincerity as she gazed at Gu Jianyou. “You were like a ray of light in my life. I never thought fate would bring us together again.”

Gu Jianyou couldn’t recall these childhood events. She had only seen Qin Yaoyao a handful of times during holidays—hardly enough to form any deep bond.

A trace of irritation flickered in Gu Jianyou’s eyes. “How is Auntie’s health?”

Qin Yaoyao wanted to keep reminiscing, but after being interrupted, she had no choice but to dutifully report on her mother’s condition.

Qin Yaoyao carefully observed Gu Jianyou’s expression, subtly inching closer to her in the quiet private room.

“Bai Ruanruan isn’t a good match for you, cousin. Everyone in the entertainment industry is clawing their way up—rumors may be exaggerated, but some must hold truth.”

Gu Jianyou’s gaze instantly sharpened as she coldly stared at her.

“What are you trying to say?”

Qin Yaoyao broke into a cold sweat under that piercing look, her fingers nervously clutching her handbag as she forced a strained smile.

“What do you mean, cousin? Just the other day, I saw Bai Ruanruan alone with the director in his room on set.”

The café was silent until the sound of a neighboring door slamming abruptly cut her off.

A faint, elusive sweetness of peaches lingered in the air.

Qin Yaoyao took a moment to regain her voice before tentatively placing her hand on Gu Jianyou’s.

“Director Zheng seems particularly attentive to Bai Ruanruan, always pulling her aside for private discussions. There’s definitely something shady going on.”

Gu Jianyou set her coffee cup down with a sharp clink. “Enough.”

Qin Yaoyao immediately fell silent but stubbornly grabbed Gu Jianyou’s sleeve. “I just hate seeing you being used by Bai Ruanruan.”

Gu Jianyou pulled her sleeve free, picked up her bag, and turned to leave.

The café was on the first floor, its private room featuring a window overlooking evergreen bamboo despite the winter chill.

The window wasn’t fully closed, letting in threads of crisp winter air that alleviated the stifling warmth.

A distinct pheromone drifted through the room—a rich, intoxicating peach fragrance that wrapped around them like a sweet, suffocating embrace.

Gu Jianyou paused mid-step, suddenly turning back to stare at the untouched peach-flavored cake on the table.

No—this wasn’t the source of the scent!

She would never mistake Bai Ruanruan’s unique pheromones—that honeyed sweetness hooked into her nerves, both alluring and fragile.

Gu Jianyou inhaled deeply, her usually composed eyes glazing over slightly as instinct urged her to indulge in this saccharine poison.

Qin Yaoyao’s eyes grew hazy. As an ordinary Omega, the sudden surge of sweetness triggered a false heat, her body burning with need.

Her fingers tugged at her collar as the proud young socialite collapsed onto the sofa, reaching desperately for Gu Jianyou.

What was happening?

Why was she suddenly in heat?

The scent was irresistible—even for an Omega like her.

Maybe this was for the best… A thrill ran through Qin Yaoyao. Would Gu Jianyou mark her?

Expressionless, Gu Jianyou pulled an inhibitor from her bag and tossed it to her. “Handle it yourself.”

Qin Yaoyao paled. “Cousin—!”

The room was thick with the overpowering peach pheromones.

Perhaps Gu Jianyou had grown accustomed to the scent, or perhaps her self-control was extraordinary—aside from her heavy breathing, she appeared unaffected.

She shut the window, activated the air filtration, and strode out of the confined space.

Qin Yaoyao’s hand grasped at empty air before falling limply.

“Cousin—!”

Her fingers never touched Gu Jianyou’s warm skin—only the cold syringe left behind.

Qin Yaoyao’s eyes flashed with regret and resentment, but the waves of heat coursing through her body shattered her rationality.

Her sharp nails dug deeply into her palms.

She couldn’t accept it—she really couldn’t. Why hadn’t Gu Jianyou suspected Bai Ruanruan?

What kind of charm did Bai Ruanruan even possess?

The pain in her palm brought tears to her eyes. Clutching a cold syringe, she stabbed it into the gland at the back of her neck.

So unfair…

As the icy suppressant flooded her veins, Qin Yaoyao couldn’t bear the truth—even in the throes of her heat, Gu Jianyou had still rejected her.

Why was Bai Ruanruan the exception?!

……

Elsewhere.

Gu Jianyou sat alone in the black car, her eyes bloodshot, fingers gripping the pinky ring on her hand so tightly it might snap.

Alpha pheromones roiled chaotically inside the vehicle.

God knew how agonizing it was to maintain a facade of composure in front of others.

She panted heavily, one hand clenched around the lipstick she’d taken from Bai Ruanruan in her pocket.

Her gaze fixed unblinkingly on the half-used tube. With trembling fingers, she swiped the color onto her lips, then bit down hard on the delicate skin of her inner wrist.

Gu Jianyou didn’t understand why she was doing this—only that she needed to press her lips against something Bai Ruanruan had touched.

Even after leaving the café, the scent of peaches clung stubbornly to her clothes.

Unshakable.

The shade of Bai Ruanruan’s lipstick was like a perfect peach—a dewy, withered rose hue. The imprint on her wrist still glistened with a glassy sheen.

A low, almost bestial growl tore from Gu Jianyou’s throat.

Cold sweat dripped down her forehead…

She wanted more.

Exhausted, she closed her eyes. After a moment of forced calm, she stepped on the gas and returned to the film set.

Night had fallen, but the set was still brightly lit.

◇

The car door slammed shut behind her with a sharp bang. The online frenzy had been scrubbed clean.

“Where’s Bai Ruanruan?” Gu Jianyou rasped, voice hoarse.

A crew member pointed. “Miss Bai just finished talking with the director. She’s over there reviewing her script.”

The young woman sat curled in a lounge chair, bundled in a military coat, her small face flushed from the cold. A space heater glowed beside her, casting a red glow over her focused expression as she pored over a heavily annotated script.

Gu Jianyou approached, blocking the overhead light as she loomed over Bai Ruanruan.

Sensing the shadow, Bai Ruanruan closed the script and looked up.

“Jiejie?”

Gu Jianyou’s voice was strained. “When I met Qin Yaoyao today… were you in the next booth?”

The girl tilted her head, those bright, light-colored peach blossom eyes gazing up at her.

Gu Jianyou could see her own reflection clearly in Bai Ruanruan’s pupils.

Her alpha fangs ached, desperate to sink into something—anything.

Seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity.

Bai Ruanruan whispered, “Are you angry with me?”

Gu Jianyou’s hand gripped the edge of the table, veins bulging.

She wanted to seize Bai Ruanruan by the collar, to demand—why hadn’t she come to her for help when the internet turned against her?!

Why was she filming when her fever hadn’t fully healed?!

Why was her pheromones so damn intoxicating?!

But Gu Jianyou stood frozen in silence, teeth sinking into her knuckles to stifle the craving.

Bai Ruanruan’s voice was so soft it could dissolve into the wind.

“The online smear campaign was released by Qin Yaoyao. Apart from my sister, I haven’t had any contact with anyone else.”

Of course Gu Jianyou knew all this.

Gu Jianyou gazed deeply at Bai Ruanruan—her little girl was the epitome of innocence.

So pure that she stood out starkly against the entire entertainment industry.

The woman put away her script and stood up, saying,

“Are you angry that I triggered Qin Yaoyao’s estrus cycle?”

Bai Ruanruan quietly waited for Gu Jianyou to speak, but the prolonged silence between them grew increasingly heavy.

Seeing the other’s expressionless face, Bai Ruanruan turned and walked away.

Gu Jianyou chased after her, reaching out to grab Bai Ruanruan’s hand, but the lounge door slammed shut with a heavy thud.

The solid door nearly hit Gu Jianyou in the face.

The alpha, affected by pheromones, closed her eyes in restrained agony.

Gritting her teeth, Gu Jianyou muttered under her breath, “Bai Ruanruan really knows how to torment someone!”

Standing before the door, she pressed down on the handle, but no matter how hard she pushed, it wouldn’t budge—locked.

A premonition gripped her: if she didn’t open this door today, she would miss out on something irreplaceable.

Inside the room.

The little succubus turned on a live stream, where countless comments flooded the screen.

“Wifey, hurry and clear up the rumors!”

“Wifey, tell us already—what’s your relationship with Gu Jianyou? People are slandering you left and right!”

“Gu Jianyou’s the only one in the industry who hasn’t denied the rumors. Our wifey is pure as snow—how could she ever be someone’s mistress?”

“Could it be… they’re actually dating?”

“Wifey, say something already!”

Bai Ruanruan adjusted the camera to frame herself, her peripheral gaze flickering toward the door that trembled under relentless knocking.

Perhaps the room was too warm—she shed her outer military coat, revealing a delicate spaghetti-strap top that exposed the intricate crimson markings along her neck and back, both alluring and strangely sacred.

The chat erupted into a frenzy of “AHHHHHHH!”

With a composed smile, Bai Ruanruan said, “I was just about to clarify my relationship with Gu Jianyou.”

She enunciated each word deliberately, “Gu Jianyou and I are merely friends. There’s no romantic involvement whatsoever. Everything circulating online is baseless rumor.”

Her voice was resolute yet fragile, her slender frame nearly buckling under the weight of online vitriol. The redness at the corners of her eyes made her look utterly pitiful.

Before she could finish, the door behind her burst open with a violent kick.

Ignoring the live chat’s chaos, Gu Jianyou seized Bai Ruanruan and pulled her into a crushing embrace—

Tilting Bai Ruanruan’s chin up, the alpha, now deranged by pheromones, demanded, “What did you just say? That there’s nothing between us?”

Bai Ruanruan feigned resistance, but Gu Jianyou pinned her down and captured her lips—

Less a kiss, more a devouring.

Her tongue swept ruthlessly along the inner walls of the girl’s mouth, muffled whimpers trapped in her throat.

When they finally parted, the fragile little Omega slumped weakly against the alpha’s shoulder, legs trembling.

“Tens of thousands are watching… Sister, let me go…”

Gu Jianyou subtly brushed her thumb over the girl’s scent gland.

“Bai Ruanruan,” she murmured, “What’s there to clarify about us?”

Did Bai Ruanruan really want to leave her that badly?

She would never let her have her way.