Little Succubus Transmigrates into a Fishing Type O - Chapter 26

Bai Ruanruan looked puzzled at the crumpled paper ball Gu Jianyou had thrown into the corner trash can.

What did “laying eggs” mean?

Was it the same meaning the little succubus understood?

Gu Jianyou cleared her throat awkwardly. “What did you come to see me for?”

The young woman tucked a strand of long hair behind her ear as she sat across from Gu Jianyou. Unusually, she was dressed in a proper office-style white blouse and loose black suit, with low heels that just revealed her delicate ankles.

Gu Jianyou’s throat felt dry. She took a sip of coffee.

“I’ll have your agent arrange your commercial schedule for this quarter. Don’t worry about it.”

Closing the contract, Gu Jianyou asked, “The variety show you filmed earlier is about to air, right?”

Bai Ruanruan nodded nervously, her gaze repeatedly drifting toward the large box by the glass wall.

“Thanks to you, sister, the fans are really looking forward to it,” she said softly.

The girl seemed uncomfortable in the formal office setting, her fingers anxiously twisting the iris-shaped gemstone brooch on her black suit.

Her pale fingers traced the violet-blue iris gemstone, its refracted light dancing across the black surface of Gu Jianyou’s desk.

Gu Jianyou’s heart pounded wildly, her ears burning red.

“If there’s nothing else, you should go back and rest early.”

In the quiet office, the conspicuously large box demanded attention.

Bai Ruanruan stood up, swaying slightly as she leaned against the desk. Her white fingers lightly brushed the inside of Gu Jianyou’s wrist.

“Sister, are you troubled by something?”

The cool touch against her sensitive skin made Gu Jianyou instinctively pull her hand back.

Bai Ruanruan’s fingers froze mid-air before awkwardly withdrawing.

Gu Jianyou stumbled back against the bookshelf behind her chair, her mind uncontrollably fixating on the contents of that purchased box.

Whenever insomnia over Bai Ruanruan struck, Gu Jianyou would browse all sorts of questionable things online.

The last shreds of rationality only allowed her to add items to her cart—never to click checkout.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she hid her hands behind her back, gripping the emerald pinky ring so tightly it nearly deformed.

The young Omega didn’t understand what was happening to the alpha before her.

Timidly, she took another fragile step forward. “Did I disturb you today?”

“I’m sorry, I should have waited for you to invite me in before opening the door.”

Gu Jianyou hurriedly wanted to explain—she didn’t dislike Bai Ruanruan at all.

The sweet, intoxicating scent of peach pheromones filled the office, more refreshing than the most premium peaches Gu Jianyou had ever encountered.

Just breathing it in awakened primal alpha instincts—her sharp canines itched and ached, craving to sink into the Omega’s scent gland—

Bai Ruanruan observed Gu Jianyou’s flustered state and took yet another step forward, forcing the alpha to press completely against the bookshelf to maintain any personal space.

Gently pinching Gu Jianyou’s sleeve, Bai Ruanruan murmured,

“With your status, the problems you face must be beyond what a small actress like me could ever imagine or help with. I’ve regretted countless times how powerless I am.”

Her tender, flowing voice made Gu Jianyou’s neck flush red.

“I’m afraid that once your passion fades, you’ll become as distant with me as you are with others.”

Gu Jianyou shook her head, her voice hoarse with emotion. “Impossible.”

Bai Ruanruan smiled softly, “Then I can rest easy.”

Before leaving, Bai Ruanruan picked up a spherical chocolate from the desk, beside which lay two plump, juicy peaches.

Her fingers brushed over the fuzzy peach skin as she said with a meaningful smile:

“I never knew my sister liked peaches so much.”

Gu Jianyou: “.”

It’s not peaches I like—just your scent.

……

The office door closed.

Gu Jianyou slumped weakly onto the floor.

Her palm pressed against her pounding heart, the thudding loud and jarring in the silent office.

She didn’t know if this was what they called falling in love—she only felt timid.

She wanted to ask the little Omega: Was changing her profile picture to a photo with me a way of expressing affection?

Or was it, as her childhood friend suggested, some advanced form of emotional baiting?

One hand clutching her chest, Gu Jianyou pulled out her phone with the other and opened the customer service chat.

Gu Jianyou typed: I bought the wrong item. Can I return it?

Customer Service: Sorry dear, intimate products cannot be returned after use~

The word “use” made Gu Jianyou’s pupils constrict, as if the entire message burned with searing intensity.

Gu Jianyou replied: It hasn’t been used or opened.

Customer Service: Let me check for you, dear.

Seconds later: Have you really not opened anything at all? Once opened, we can’t accept returns. Our apologies.

Unaccustomed to arguing with customer service, Gu Jianyou leaned against the cold glass wall, gazing down to where Bai Ruanruan was just exiting the company headquarters, waiting by the roadside for a taxi.

In the winter chill, the young woman had wrapped her professional suit under a fluffy white down jacket, her small face buried in the fur-lined collar.

As Gu Jianyou wrestled with her thoughts, a Weibo notification popped up—a special alert from someone she followed.

Bai Ruanruan’s variety show airs tonight! Fans are screaming: “Wifey, come give us hugs!”

Gu Jianyou: “…”

Since when did every random person online get to call Bai Ruanruan “wifey”?

What gave them the right?

These fans had never even DM’d her—how dare they call someone else’s Omega “wifey” just because they’d seen her clothes?

Noticing the customer’s silence, the agent followed protocol: If you’re unsatisfied with the product experience, please leave feedback! We’ll use it to improve our items and send you a special red envelope~

The incessant chat notifications felt like fishing wire tightening around Gu Jianyou’s throat.

Though no slouch in business negotiations, Gu Jianyou found herself tongue-tied before a lowly customer service rep.

She knew her technique was lacking—

Often hurting the little Omega until she cried, only to curl whimpering into her arms. Yet the next time, she never shied away, just clung to Gu Jianyou’s neck whispering “be gentler.”

Closing her eyes in resignation, Gu Jianyou finally typed: Never mind about the return.

Customer Service: Understood! Wishing you happiness~

Gu Jianyou: …

Happiness my ass.

Sealing the box with packing tape, Gu Jianyou knocked on her secretary’s office door.

“Find me a trolley—this needs to go to the underground garage.”

The secretary immediately closed her laptop. “Shall I have someone deliver it for you?”

How could we let the CEO stoop to pushing a cart herself?

Gu Jianyou immediately objected, “No need. The items are important. I’ll handle it personally.”

The secretary, thinking it must be something critical to the company’s survival, hurriedly fetched a cart without delay. Gu Jianyou stood in place, letting out a sigh of relief.

Before leaving work, Gu Jianyou passed by her desk and casually picked up a peach, placing it on the driver’s seat.

In the quiet car, she closed her eyes, a headache brewing.

If Bai Ruanruan found out she had bought these things, she would surely be disgusted.

…

The next day,

Gu Jianyou visited the film set.

Director Zheng spotted the investor’s car parked by the roadside and immediately rushed over.

“CEO, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”

Gu Jianyou hadn’t slept a wink the night before, having spent it staring at the large box filled with all sorts of items—each one opening a door to a new world. Many of these little gadgets were things she had never even heard of before.

She wondered how they would feel when used on the young girl.

Director Zheng: “CEO, did you not rest well last night? The crew specially prepared wolfberry and red date chicken soup today. Would you like a bowl to replenish your energy?”

Gu Jianyou shook her head and found a director’s chair to sit down with him.

Director Zheng glanced at Bai Ruanruan, who was memorizing her script in the distance, and quietly suggested,

“I’ve discussed it with Miss Bai. We’d like to shoot another short film—not too long, but with an existing fanbase from the original work.”

Gu Jianyou listened with her eyes closed as the director elaborated on the script, the details of which had already been sent to her private email and the company’s review department.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, her gaze darkening as she watched Bai Ruanruan, wrapped in a military coat, rehearsing with a male supporting actor.

How irritating.

That male actor was the same one who had forcibly taken Bai Ruanruan on the Ferris wheel before.

Why was Bai Ruanruan smiling at someone other than her?

And smiling so happily at that?

Director Zheng: “CEO?”

Gu Jianyou retracted her jealous gaze. “What did you say?”

Director Zheng repeated, “Miss Bai’s character is a determined and idealistic young secretary. Since she’s never experienced such a profession before, she asked me to find a way for her to gain some real-life exposure.”

Gu Jianyou’s throat tightened. “You mean…”

Director Zheng, ever meticulous in his work, was willing to swallow his pride for the sake of the production.

“I was thinking Miss Bai could spend some time by your side. When she’s not filming, she could observe your secretary’s daily tasks.”

Gu Jianyou’s breath hitched, and she immediately turned to look at Bai Ruanruan again.

Bai Ruanruan continued rehearsing with another actor, the three of them gathered around a small table, engrossed in lively discussion.

The girl’s face radiated the youthful vigor and relentless determination unique to those chasing their dreams.

Even in the bitter cold, even with her hands red from the freezing temperatures, even if the pay for this role was meager—she was willing to do it.

In Gu Jianyou’s eyes, Bai Ruanruan was still at that age where she believed hard work could earn her everything.

So naive it made one want to destroy her.

She lowered her gaze, twisting the ring on her finger.

What a green child.

If it were anyone else, they would have long since climbed into her bed, cooing for favors—why would they need the director to make such a request?

Judging by Bai Ruanruan’s demeanor, she probably didn’t even know about this arrangement.

“Miss Bai, you’re in great form today. I’m sure we’ll nail the afternoon scenes in one take.”

The male supporting character had the currently popular “little puppy” look, with an especially sunny smile.

Bai Ruanruan smiled until her eyes crinkled, her peripheral glance catching Gu Jianyou watching her from a distance, which made her grin even wider.

Prey always hesitated, so the little succubus had to find a way to make them take the initiative.

Bai Ruanruan was the insecure type—she needed to test the waters again and again before she could entrust her whole heart and future to someone.

She looked up at Jiajia with a bright smile.

“The hotel just sent over some goji berry and red date chicken soup. It’s so cold out—go bring it to the CEO to warm her up.”

She called Jiajia back. “Oh, and tell her the chocolates in her office yesterday were delicious.”

Jiajia delivered the soup and relayed Bai Ruanruan’s words.

Gu Jianyou suddenly looked up—

Amid the snowstorm, Bai Ruanruan glanced back, her peach-blossom eyes sending a playful wink.

A deeply hidden thrill surged through Gu Jianyou.

Everyone around her was bustling about, completely unaware of the secret, shameless thoughts she harbored as she drew closer to Bai Ruanruan.

Her little Omega remained oblivious, truly believing her to be a good person.

…

Only after filming wrapped did Gu Jianyou call Bai Ruanruan into her car.

She cupped Bai Ruanruan’s icy little hands in her warm ones.

“Starting tomorrow afternoon, you’ll come to my office every day.”

She roughly repeated what the director had said.

Bai Ruanruan’s delicate hands were cradled in Gu Jianyou’s palms, her breath puffing warm air onto them until they turned pink.

Once they regained their warmth, Gu Jianyou pulled a chocolate from her inner pocket—warmed by her body heat.

“Do you know what a secretary’s daily duties are?”

Bai Ruanruan took a half-educated guess, mentioning how high-level secretaries like those around Gu Jianyou might even participate in corporate strategy.

Gu Jianyou fed her the chocolate, then brushed her thumb over Bai Ruanruan’s lips to wipe away the melted traces.

She was being mischievous—giving her only half-melted chocolate just so she’d have an excuse to touch those lips.

With a faint smile, Gu Jianyou said, “A newly hired secretary just needs to serve tea, fetch water, and handle odd jobs.”

Bai Ruanruan nodded thoughtfully. Gu Jianyou stepped on the gas and dropped the girl off at her dorm.

“See you tomorrow afternoon.”

Standing outside the car, Bai Ruanruan’s peach-blossom eyes shimmered shyly.

“If I’m clumsy… will you scold me, sis?”

Gu Jianyou drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. “I’ll be a very strict boss.”

Bai Ruanruan watched Gu Jianyou’s car disappear into the darkness, then licked her lips, still tasting chocolate.

A black heart-tipped tail flickered briefly in the air.

She hadn’t forgotten the instruction manual with strange text she’d seen in Gu Jianyou’s office that day.

It looked like some kind of product description…

Back in her dorm, the little succubus opened a shopping app and typed in a keyword.

What was… egg-laying?

Like a hen hatching eggs?

Her instincts told her it wasn’t that.

The moment she clicked search, Bai Ruanruan felt like she’d stumbled into a whole new world.

Humans these days were into that?

She touched her stomach, then buried herself under the blankets.

“Would sis really… not break me?”

…

The next day after filming wrapped up,

Bai Ruanruan hastily finished her lunch in the car and hurried to the headquarters building of Radiant Entertainment, where Gu Jianyou was located.

The secretary was already waiting for her at the entrance. When she saw Bai Ruanruan, her smile was not only warm but also carried a hint of fangirl sweetness, as if she were indulging in some delightful gossip.

Leading the way, the secretary said, “The afternoon tasks will be left to you. The boss always drinks a cup of unsweetened black Americano at exactly 1 p.m. daily. Do you know how to use the coffee machine?”

The secretary escorted Bai Ruanruan into the private elevator and took her to the bar counter next to the lounge.

During the lunch break, the entire floor was unusually quiet. The cleaning staff had replenished the lounge with plenty of snacks and imported chocolate truffles, arranged on crystal trays like miniature Christmas trees.

Bai Ruanruan confidently assured her she could operate the machine.

The secretary grinned like a doting aunt. “Very few people are invited into the CEO’s office. Miss Bai must be someone truly special to the boss.”

Bai Ruanruan blinked, puzzled by the sudden remark.

The secretary lowered her voice conspiratorially. “Have you ever watched workplace dramas?”

Bai Ruanruan nodded. “A few.”

The secretary—who would never admit she had been obsessively shipping them online and even commenting about Bai Ruanruan being “wife material”—continued, “Those secretaries in dramas who spill coffee on the boss’s clothes are so ridiculous. But somehow, the bosses always end up falling for them over a cup of coffee. So strange.”

Thinking the secretary was warning her, Bai Ruanruan replied earnestly, “I won’t deliberately spill coffee on the boss. I’m here to learn properly, not to cause trouble.”

As a succubus, she had far more refined methods than such clichés.

Secretary: “??”

Was there a chance… the boss wanted her to spill coffee?

The secretary opened and closed her mouth several times, ultimately leaving the lounge in a dazed slump.

Bai Ruanruan: “?”

Inside the office.

Gu Jianyou’s fingers drummed impatiently on the desk, producing a rapid tap-tap-tap.

Though her eyes were fixed on the screen, her attention hadn’t lingered on the dense charts and data for even a second.

She had lost count of how many times she’d glanced toward the door.

Finally, footsteps approached, followed by three polite knocks.

Gu Jianyou immediately straightened her appearance in the mirror, cleared her throat, and adopted a formal tone. “Come in.”

The young secretary who entered wore a professional outfit, complete with eight-centimeter heels. Her slender, straight legs were clad in sheer black stockings—something the usual secretary would never wear—that disappeared beneath a knee-length pencil skirt.

The ensemble fit every stereotype of a secretary in the public imagination.

The kind typically employed by old-fashioned, tacky bosses.

Gu Jianyou had no idea where Bai Ruanruan had gotten this outfit, but she couldn’t help letting her gaze linger on the brooch pinned to the secretary’s lapel.

Good.

It was the one she had gifted.

For a fleeting moment, Gu Jianyou understood the appeal of being a sleazy boss.

The young secretary stood awkwardly before her, holding the coffee. “Boss…”

Gu Jianyou calmly averted her eyes. “Set it on the table.”

Along with the secretary, the rich scent of peaches flooded the office.

Yesterday, Gu Jianyou had devoured every peach in the room to ensure Bai Ruanruan wouldn’t see a single one.

To borrow a phrase fans would relish—

The peaches were Bai Ruanruan’s stand-ins. The stand-in and the real deal could never meet.

The assistant carefully held the coffee cup, “Be careful, boss, it’s hot.”

Gu Jianyou observed the precarious cup from the corner of her eye, recalling scenes from other companies where assistants would deliberately lose balance and spill coffee all over their bosses.

This tactic was often used in TV dramas too.

Assistants always resorted to such clumsy methods to catch their boss’s attention.

A faint smile curled on Gu Jianyou’s lips. Was her little Omega also trying to get her attention this way?

She subtly adjusted her clothes and took out a handkerchief from her pocket, ready to make the assistant kneel and wipe her damp trousers after the inevitable spill…

The cup clinked against the saucer as it was placed steadily on the desk.

The undisturbed Americano reflected the image of Bai Ruanruan standing properly in place.

A wave of disappointment and inexplicable frustration rose in Gu Jianyou’s chest.

Why was this girl so dense?

The assistant tilted her head in confusion, “Boss?”

Gu Jianyou cleared her throat, “That’ll be all. You may leave.”

Bai Ruanruan held the tray with both hands, “Understood.”

Gu Jianyou forcefully twisted the ring on her pinky finger.

“That outfit suits you well.”

The assistant smiled where she stood, “Thank you for the compliment, boss. I just borrowed it from the film crew yesterday.”

Gu Jianyou watched helplessly as the assistant left, her lingering pheromones drifting through the office.

The frustrated alpha slammed her fist on the desk, causing a few drops of coffee to spill.

Had it been a more cunning beauty, they would have obediently stepped forward to let the boss “inspect” that overly sexy professional attire.

Compared to Bai Ruanruan’s innocent simplicity, Gu Jianyou felt like a beast driven by primal instincts.

The entire afternoon, Gu Jianyou worked with restless irritation, even scolding a subordinate who came to deliver documents.

Under the overwhelming pressure of an alpha’s pheromones, the beta subordinates emerged with their backs drenched in cold sweat.

The secretary’s office was connected to the CEO’s, separated only by a frosted glass wall.

The soundproofing was poor—every rustle could be heard clearly.

With her usual secretary occupied today, Bai Ruanruan was the only one in the secretary’s office.

What exactly was Bai Ruanruan doing in there?

As faint sounds drifted through, Gu Jianyou felt her nerves being gnawed at by invisible insects.

She kept twisting the emerald pinky ring until, at the breaking point of her restraint, she yanked it off and hurled it to the ground.

Emeralds were fragile, but by sheer coincidence, the ring landed on a nearby sofa instead.

The high-quality gemstone gleamed brilliantly against the beige upholstery.

Gu Jianyou: “.”

For the second time, the ring remained intact.

The first time had been when she held Bai Ruanruan to sleep, unable to do anything else.

The ring’s unbroken state only fueled the restless urge within her.

Did Bai Ruanruan truly not understand what it meant to take on this secretary role by her side?

With a darkened expression, Gu Jianyou slipped the undamaged ring back onto her finger and downed the high-caffeine, sugar-free Americano in one gulp.

The sudden rush of concentrated caffeine into her stomach induced a dizzy, floating sensation.

Gu Jianyou casually picked up a document and knocked on the frosted glass door of the secretary’s office.

There was a brief silence inside.

After a long pause, Bai Ruanruan’s muffled voice finally came through, “Sorry boss, I’m not really in a position to…”

Gu Jianyou raised an eyebrow, “When your boss asks you to do something, you should always be in a position to comply.”

The steam had clouded her judgment. Gu Jianyou turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

What greeted her was a snow-white back adorned with delicate red patterns, the prominent butterfly bones visible beneath the skin. The young girl’s hair cascaded down as she struggled to hold it up with one hand.

The sudden draft made the new secretary shiver pitifully on her first day at work. She whispered in a small voice:

“The costume from the set is poor quality… the buttons popped off… QAQ”

The documents in Gu Jianyou’s hands scattered to the floor with a rustle.

Her burning fingers brushed against Bai Ruanruan’s back, “It’s not just the costume buttons.”

Gu Jianyou’s breathing grew rapid and feverish, her restraint like the calm before a storm. All her earlier restlessness suddenly cooled in this moment.

She said woodenly, “Your strap has slipped too.”

Gu Jianyou’s gaze fluttered uncertainly, unsure where to look.

The bra strap had slid down, revealing the cute milk-white undergarment.

Bai Ruanruan let out a small gasp, blushing shyly: “I can’t reach it, boss… could you help fasten it for me?”

Thus spoke the innocent new secretary on her first day at work.

The blushing secretary added, “Or maybe you could step out first? I’ll try to figure something out…”