Little Succubus Transmigrates into a Fishing Type O - Chapter 3

Gu Jianyou found herself uncontrollably stepping into the restroom where Bai Ruanruan was.

The restroom was simple—white walls, white ceiling, a table cluttered with other artists’ personal belongings.

Standing at the door, Gu Jianyou gently closed it behind her, leaving it slightly ajar.

Bai Ruanruan glanced at her with a faint smile. “Thank you for taking care of me last night.”

Gu Jianyou lowered her gaze, standing still as the overwhelming scent of pheromones filled the room.

It was like a ripe peach bursting open—morning dew, sweet and fruity, the thin skin and tender flesh of a fresh peach, its juice dripping with the slightest touch.

Her breathing grew ragged. She was certain Bai Ruanruan knew what it meant for an Omega and an Alpha to be alone in an enclosed space.

Gu Jianyou twisted the emerald-embedded ring on her pinky, her slightly raised eyes observing the girl before her.

Yet, to her surprise, Bai Ruanruan said nothing.

The girl stood under the light, her long, soft hair edged with gold, her long lashes casting delicate shadows over her always-teary peach-blossom eyes.

Her fingers toyed with a spare red rose on the table—a prop—its fresh petals staining her snow-white palm with a smear of crimson.

During the audition earlier, Gu Jianyou had only seen her from afar, fiddling with the petals.

Now, Bai Ruanruan was barely two steps away.

Gu Jianyou could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. The Alpha’s sharp iris pheromones filled the room, suffocatingly oppressive.

The girl’s delicate, fair fingers were now tinged with the watery red of rose juice, seeping into her jade-like nails. That splash of red reminded Gu Jianyou of the intricate patterns that had once adorned the girl’s neck and back.

Her breath hitched, a thin layer of sweat forming on her back.

That stain of rose juice was too striking—it made her want to cradle those elegant hands and lick it clean with her tongue.

The room, thick with pheromones, weighed heavily on Gu Jianyou, yet Bai Ruanruan seemed utterly oblivious.

In truth, Bai Ruanruan couldn’t detect pheromones at all, nor did she realize she was emitting them.

The little succubus had no clear understanding of this world’s dynamics.

She knew Gu Jianyou’s status, knew this woman was the only lifeline she could cling to for her rise.

Gu Jianyou remained rooted in place, expecting Bai Ruanruan to demand the guaranteed role as compensation for last night, or perhaps more resources.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the ring—whatever Bai Ruanruan asked for, she would agree.

Instead, Bai Ruanruan pulled out a disposable cup and filled it with ice water from the dispenser.

“You seem parched. Would you like some water to moisten your lips?”

Gu Jianyou took the chilled cup. Bai Ruanruan leaned against the table, removing the sparkling hairpin from her head—a clear gesture of dismissal.

“It’s getting late. You should leave now. Staying too long in the restroom might invite gossip.”

Before Gu Jianyou could react, she was already outside the restroom.

A white disposable cup was left in her hand, its coldness seeping into her fingertips.

From the moment she entered to the moment she left, she hadn’t uttered a single word.

Yet her heart pounded as if gripped by an unseen force. The Alpha’s predatory instincts darkened her eyes with suppressed intensity.

Her secretary, witnessing this, was startled—she had never seen her boss so visibly agitated, her eyes bloodshot with barely restrained emotion.

The secretary approached with documents in hand. “President Liang has invited you to lunch. What do you think?”

Gu Jianyou gripped a disposable paper cup, downing a large gulp of ice water before glancing back at the closed door behind her.

“What did you say?”

“President Liang wishes to thank you for attending the bar opening yesterday and has specially arranged a meal,” the secretary nervously repeated. “It’s at the private kitchen she recently invested in.”

Gu Jianyou responded with a faint “Hmm,” then added, “I understand.”

Tilting her head back, she finished the ice water, crushed the cup into a ball, and tossed it into the trash bin at the end of the hallway.

She didn’t know why she was angry, nor why her usually stable pheromones had suddenly become restless.

Buried deep in her DNA was a primal instinct urging her to seize the girl’s rose-scented hands and lick, nibble, and bite them.

Seated gloomily in the private dining room, Gu Jianyou watched as President Liang ordered an entire table of dishes.

“Are you… feeling unwell lately?”

Gu Jianyou took a sip of light tea. “I’m fine.”

President Liang raised an eyebrow skeptically. “That can’t be. I heard you went to a hotel with a pretty girl last night, and this morning she ran off wearing your clothes.”

She smirked, eyeing her childhood friend with amusement. “So, what did you wear when you left? Don’t tell me you had your secretary bring you a change of clothes?”

Gu Jianyou: “…”

Silently, Gu Jianyou took a bite of a vegetarian dish. “She helped me through my heat.”

President Liang let out an “Oh.” Having played around extensively in their social circle, she immediately grasped the implication.

“So, you’re saying you’ve taken a liking to her?”

She couldn’t help but think that, given Gu Jianyou’s pheromones and constitution, that delicate little Omega would be utterly wrecked in bed.

What a tragedy.

Loyal to her friend, she mulled it over and decided the situation seemed unreliable.

Gu Jianyou picked up a piece of sweet and sour mandarin fish. “She doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

“That’s for the best. No offense, but I’ve seen too many like her,” President Liang leaned in closer.

“I caught a glimpse of her yesterday—too beautiful, pheromones practically begging for attention. A high-level player, used to trading looks for resources. Fine for a fling, but not for anything long-term.”

The thought of her lifelong friend, who had never even dated before her heat, made President Liang click her tongue in frustration.

“You’re no match for her. She’s not right for you.”

Gu Jianyou glanced at her, stirring the ginseng chicken soup with a spoon, her expression unreadable.

“She didn’t ask me for resources.”

She would have given them—if only the girl had given her the chance.

Gu Jianyou’s fingers brushed against the torn pink dress fabric in her pocket. The material wasn’t high-end, yet it sent an odd tingle through her fingertips.

Pulling her hand away, she found traces of Bai Ruanruan’s pheromones lingering on her skin.

…

After the audition, Bai Ruanruan and Song Yu sat together at a hotpot restaurant.

Song Yu had chosen a place near the filming set. As a minor celebrity, she didn’t even bother wearing a mask, carelessly spreading her legs as she dunked tripe into the boiling broth.

“So, how’d it go?” Song Yu blinked.

Bai Ruanruan nibbled on a shrimp ball. “Unless something unexpected happens, I’ll get the lead role.”

Song Yu nodded. “That’s my girl. We’re finally about to make it big.”

Amidst the steam rising from the hotpot, Song Yu studied her friend’s face carefully. “Hey, did you get plastic surgery recently? You look different from before.”

She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what had changed—it was more like her entire aura had transformed.

Bai Ruanruan felt a pang of guilt but kept her voice steady. “No, I didn’t.”

After a long pause, Song Yu said, “You look like a fox spirit that just took human form.”

Bai Ruanruan: “?”

She smiled meaningfully—after all, succubi and fox spirits weren’t that different.

Song Yu gestured with her chin toward a white van parked nearby. “Ruanruan, look—that’s the movie star’s vehicle.”

Through the van’s window, Bai Ruanruan saw a woman with cascading curls exuding elegance, accompanied by a younger woman wearing glasses. The latter had a composed expression, dressed in professional attire, her high heels clicking sharply on the ground. Her beautiful eyes held a strictly businesslike gaze.

A hint of shyness flashed in Song Yu’s eyes. “That’s Jian Shiqing, a highly influential agent at Radiant Entertainment. With looks like that, she could easily rival any current starlet.”

As Song Yu dropped beef slices into the boiling broth, she sighed regretfully. “She was so strict with me during filming today—every one of her five sentences to me was criticism.”

In just a few words, Bai Ruanruan understood. “You like her?”

Song Yu broke into a silly grin. “Even being scolded by her makes me happy. I wish she’d scold me more.” Then she pouted, “I heard Ms. Jian isn’t seeing anyone—maybe she’s not interested in dating at all. Ruanruan, could you give me some advice?”

Her infatuated gaze lingered even after the van drove away.

Bai Ruanruan sighed softly. “Next time she criticizes you, don’t just lap it up like some creep.”

“If she’s giving you pointers, it means she sees potential. Improve earnestly, but don’t be overly eager. As an agent, Jian Shiqing must have blind spots—help cover for her discreetly without seeking credit.”

Song Yu’s eyes brightened as she quickly placed cooked lamb slices in Bai Ruanruan’s bowl.

With a faint smile, Bai Ruanruan continued, “Take the initiative in this relationship. Point out her professional mistakes appropriately, and she’ll likely treat you to dinner.”

Top agents handle countless matters daily—oversights are inevitable. As an alpha, Jian Shiqing wouldn’t feel particularly threatened by an omega.

This was the perfect opportunity to make an impression.

Song Yu marveled, “Ruanruan, you’re really good at this.”

Resting her chin on her hand, Bai Ruanruan smiled, her lips reddened by the spicy broth, eyes glistening like water.

…

While Bai Ruanruan enjoyed her hotpot feast, Gu Jianyou sat in her office reviewing documents.

As city lights twinkled outside, the office building stood quiet.

Her secretary handed over a file. “Here’s the information you requested on Bai Ruanruan.”

Gu Jianyou’s fingers traced the unremarkable photo—a woman with lackluster peach blossom eyes, pale irises that appeared dull, an awkwardly stiff smile before the camera, sallow skin, and hair that lacked the silken sheen Gu had witnessed firsthand.

She resembled some obscure internet celebrity who couldn’t withstand public scrutiny.

Gu Jianyou glanced at the name on the photo and turned to her secretary, “Did you bring the wrong one?”

The secretary shook her head, “This photo was taken a month ago.”

A month ago… Even with plastic surgery, no one could achieve such a radiant effect in such a short time.

Bai Ruanruan was practically invisible in the entertainment industry, with barely any information available about her—just a few sparse lines.

Gu Jianyou closed the file, massaging her throbbing temples, and muttered something under her breath.

The secretary leaned in, “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

The alpha CEO, tormented by her surging pheromones, enunciated each word clearly, “I said, your photographer is terrible. Get me a new one.”