Little Succubus Transmigrates into a Fishing Type O - Chapter 44

Bai Ruanruan sat drunkenly on the chair, her forehead resting weakly against Gu Jianyou’s shoulder.

The scent of alcohol mixed with the uncontrollable sweetness of ripe peaches emanating from her was enough to ignite every alpha in the room.

Bai Ruanruan murmured, “I feel awful… I need to wash my face in the restroom.”

Gu Jianyou couldn’t possibly let her go alone, especially with all the curious eyes fixed on them.

As Bai Ruanruan staggered out, Gu Jianyou quickly followed.

The North Mountain Club catered to high-profile guests, and its privacy measures were impeccable—no strangers crossed their path along the way.

The restroom was lavishly decorated, with crystal chandeliers and ornate mirrored walls. The gleaming sink reflected golden light like scattered jewels.

Bai Ruanruan splashed cold water on her flushed face, pressing icy palms against the back of her neck.

The already inflamed glands reacted sharply to the cold, sending a numbing tingle through her body that nearly made the omega collapse.

Outside, Gu Jianyou listened to the rushing water, the faint traces of pheromones swirling in the air—enough to make her feel intoxicated too.

“Why aren’t you going in?” Luo Yining stepped out to check on them. “Leaving your girlfriend to deal with drunkenness alone isn’t what a considerate partner would do.”

Gu Jianyou frowned. “What kind of liquor did you serve? It’s overpowering.”

Luo Yining gave her a strange look. “You didn’t even drink today. Why is your face so red?”

Gu Jianyou stood frozen, realizing just the scent of alcohol—rich, pungent, and intoxicating—had already painted her cheeks crimson.

Luo Yining muttered in confusion, “That’s odd. Our cycles never aligned during school days.”

After suppressing her voice to explain briefly, Gu Jianyou watched Luo Yining return to the private room before stepping inside the restroom.

She was drunk too.

Just the aroma of the raw liquor her friend had brought left her as unsteady as Bai Ruanruan.

A splash of icy water hit her burning face, drawing a complicated sigh from Gu Jianyou.

Bai Ruanruan’s peach-blossom eyes, glazed with intoxication, shimmered with a seductive haze.

“Jiejie, you’re drunk too?”

“I’m not drunk.”

Gu Jianyou hadn’t noticed how hoarse her voice had become.

She kept dousing her face with cold water, then grabbed an ice cube from the sink’s tray and pressed it against her scorching glands.

The ice melted instantly, the freezing droplets trickling down her neck, over her collarbone, and across her chest…

Like venomous snakes coiling over her skin, the chill made Gu Jianyou’s teeth ache, grinding against the inside of her mouth.

The radiant young woman pulled out a delicate handkerchief from her pocket, winding it around her fingers. With her other hand, she gently tugged at Gu Jianyou’s collar.

The shirt’s neckline was like a collar on a well-trained dog—Gu Jianyou bent obediently, bringing her face close to Bai Ruanruan’s.

Here, in the restroom again.

A private, suggestive space where interruptions could happen at any moment—adding a thrilling sense of danger to their racing hearts.

The warm cloth brushed against Gu Jianyou’s damp face.

Bai Ruanruan’s tender smile melted her completely.

Gu Jianyou said hoarsely, “You shouldn’t have drunk today.”

Bai Ruanruan remained silent, wiping the handkerchief from her lips to the bridge of her nose, then beneath her eyelids, and finally to her forehead.

The long strands of hair on Gu Jianyou’s forehead were dampened into wet locks. Her usually slightly raised eyes now appeared even deeper, as if capable of swallowing one’s entire soul.

Bai Ruanruan’s breath hitched. “Done. Next time, be gentler, sister. You’re making a mess everywhere—aren’t you afraid of being laughed at?”

Gu Jianyou didn’t respond, her gaze lingering on Bai Ruanruan’s face.

The ice placed on her scent gland had nearly melted completely, numbing and stinging the entire area.

The pain and cold were enough to bring back reason. “I really like you.”

Bai Ruanruan arched a brow and tossed the handkerchief she’d used to wipe Gu Jianyou’s face onto the sink, intending to throw it into the trash.

Tsk. She missed.

Gu Jianyou hooked the damp handkerchief with her fingers, caressing it tenderly before folding it and tucking it into her pocket.

“Why throw it away? So wasteful.”

Bai Ruanruan looked at her with a faint smile, then stood on tiptoe to plant a kiss on the big puppy’s cheek.

Heart racing, face flushed.

That single kiss flipped a switch. Gu Jianyou’s bl00d surged, her fingers gripping Bai Ruanruan’s arm tightly as she leaned in to claim her lips with a fierce kiss.

“Director Gu, are you alright? Should I call a doctor?” Someone entered. “You… Oh, my apologies.”

Luo Yining had waited several minutes in the private room without seeing Gu Jianyou and Bai Ruanruan return. Worried something had happened, she came to check—only to stumble upon such an intimate scene.

Two others followed behind her, but she quickly shooed them away. “Director Gu is fine. Stop meddling.”

Gu Jianyou’s expression darkened instantly. Her cold gaze at the three or four people at the doorway could have killed.

The intruders awkwardly laughed and retreated.

…

Interrupted, Gu Jianyou tried to lean in again, but Bai Ruanruan pushed her away.

The click of high heels echoed across the marble floor of the club.

Gu Jianyou followed behind, grumbling, “What kind of sugar mommy am I? Feels more like I’m serving an ancestor.”

Bai Ruanruan, suppressing her drunkenness, had a glistening film over her peach-blossom eyes that made them breathtaking under the lights.

Bai Ruanruan: “You don’t have to serve me.”

She held several contracts from her briefcase—agreements for the lead role in a new film.

The fluttering A4 sheets in the girl’s slender fingers made even plain white paper look expensive.

Back in the private room.

The alphas inside were already drunk. Seeing the two return, one whistled excitedly.

“Congrats, Director Gu, for winning the beauty’s heart. You’re truly blessed.”I didn’t believe the rumors about you and Miss Bai when I saw them trending, but seeing you two today—you’re practically glued together outside.”

“I thought Director Gu would stay single forever. How shallow of me.”

“Right, didn’t she say she hated Omega pheromones the most?”

Gu Jianyou choked on her friends’ teasing. “Just drunken nonsense from the past.”

Among those present, two were also involved in the film industry. Out of respect for Gu Jianyou, they introduced Bai Ruanruan to a newly acquired luxury brand.

“Although KR is nearly bankrupt in Europe, it still has two centuries of heritage and some industry recognition. Now that it’s been acquired, there’s an urgent need to break into the domestic market with a youthful, accessible luxury approach—just the right time for a suitable spokesperson.”

By the end of the cocktail party, Bai Ruanruan had secured lead roles in two films and was on the verge of landing a spokesperson deal—a truly lucrative haul.

As the event concluded and others moved to another venue, Gu Jianyou obediently trailed behind the young woman. “After securing so many opportunities for you, not even a word of thanks?”

She increasingly felt shortchanged as a benefactor. Other sugar daddies were pampered and flattered by their young lovers, while she followed Bai Ruanruan like a donkey chasing a carrot.

The grand hall of Beishan Club, designed to host balls, stood empty now.

Tipsy yet coherent, Bai Ruanruan held Gu Jianyou’s hand as cello music swirled around them. Soon, the mellow tones of a saxophone joined in, while the corner band—eager to be noticed—added their presence.

The two swaying figures danced aimlessly, hands clasped. Gu Jianyou’s palm rested on Bai Ruanruan’s waist. “How’s filming going for that series I invested in?”

First Love’s Sweetness hadn’t even premiered yet, but public anticipation had already peaked through trailers and discussions. As the female lead, Bai Ruanruan faced intense scrutiny—every move watched, every advertisement offer scrutinized with picky precision.

The young woman’s dance steps were light, her heels tapping marble floors more gracefully than a dragonfly skimming water. “Wrapping up soon. It’ll release in two months,” she murmured, cheeks pressed against Gu Jianyou’s as their breaths mingled with each turn.

Gu Jianyou’s attention wasn’t on the series at all. What madness had possessed her to dance with Bai Ruanruan in this deserted hall? Her body floated unsteadily, dignity maintained only by clinging to the younger woman.

“You know,” Bai Ruanruan’s honeyed voice teased, “I’ve made an enemy lately—someone keeps leaking fake scandals about me online.” She twirled to the music before settling back into Gu Jianyou’s embrace, gazing up with doe-eyed vulnerability.

Those eyes could demand anything. “What do you want me to do?” Gu Jianyou surrendered.

A faint smile. “She’s spreading rumors—that I’m your mistress, that I frequent high-end hotels meeting random men, even that I’ve had plastic surgery.” Bai Ruanruan tugged Gu Jianyou’s sleeve. “Jie, she’s framing me.”

Gu Jianyou lowered her lashes. “Shall I blacklist her?”

No verbal reply came—just arms sliding around Gu Jianyou’s waist with deliberate pressure, fingers tracing a teasing path.

The cellist stole a glance at the pair. Normally, her ensemble played on schedule to indifferent crowds who treated them as background decor. Only these two—whether drunk or simply overcome—had ever danced here, moving with such intoxicating grace.

If it weren’t for this club’s strict emphasis on guest privacy, she would have immediately taken out her phone to snap a picture.

The scene was too beautiful—the taller woman with gentle features, the petite girl radiating vibrant energy, the rhythmic click of strappy heels against marble floors.

With a spin, voluminous hair flew through the air, the swirling skirt just as breathtaking.

Manman didn’t manage to take the photo, but the secretary could.

The secretary snapped a shot, did some quick edits, and sent it to the boss’s phone.

…

After the evening ended,

a drowsy Bai Ruanruan was smoothly escorted to the quiet, empty mansion.

Gu Jianyou’s state of sobriety was questionable—she squinted at the photo for a long time before recognizing Bai Ruanruan and herself.

Secretary: Should we post this on Weibo?

This photo wouldn’t just highlight Bai Ruanruan’s exceptional status in the industry—it would also give the CP fans a massive sugar rush.

As a seasoned shipper, the secretary knew exactly what the fans would eat up.

At the same time, she was prepared for the boss to refuse.

Gu Jianyou: Go ahead.

Secretary: What time would be best to post?

Gu Jianyou didn’t reply—she had already succumbed to exhaustion and fallen asleep.

Left without instructions, the secretary handed the photo to Jiajia to decide.

Rose Beauty

“AHHHHH, I REFUSE TO LET ANYONE MISS THIS PHOTO!!!”

“What kind of celestial beauty is this—oh wait, it’s my wife!”

“Bullshit, she’s MY WIFE! Using roses to tie up her hair? Absolutely genius.”

“Ughhh, sister’s legs aren’t legs—they’re the spring waters of the Seine.”

In the photo, Bai Ruanruan’s hair had come loose while dancing, so she’d gathered it into a bun with fresh roses.

Another shot showed Bai Ruanruan bending down to kiss the inside of Gu Jianyou’s wrist.

Though both women were fully dressed in elegant attire, the act of kissing the wrist carried an inexplicable tension—charged with unspoken desire.

“I was getting tired of seeing Bai Ruanruan everywhere lately, but this photo just converted me.”

“That background looks like Beishan Club? The one with the 5-million-yuan annual membership fee?”

“I was about to say Gu Jianyou doesn’t deserve Bai Ruanruan, but her expression is just… damn, is she drunk?”

“Gu Jianyou’s gaze is so fucking tender. She looks all cool and detached, but her eyes have been glued to her wife this whole time.”

“How can someone’s eyes be so innocent yet so full of desire? Like a dog staring at a bone.”

The photo quickly dominated the trending list—two stunning women embracing mid-dance in an empty hall.

Even non-fans saved the image.

The next morning, when Bai Ruanruan woke up, Gu Jianyou was still asleep beside her.

The girl propped her chin on her hand, smiling as she watched the slumbering woman.

“Ruanruan, don’t tease…” Gu Jianyou murmured sleepily, instinctively pulling Bai Ruanruan closer. “Be good, I’m here.”

Bai Ruanruan’s heart softened. As a child, she had been terrified of sleeping alone, always wanting to squeeze in with her parents. But how could a defective product like her ever earn her family’s love?

A door slammed shut—right against the little girl’s nose.

Shattering a heart that had once yearned for affection.

Bai Ruanruan kissed Gu Jianyou’s forehead. “I don’t just kiss anyone—this is a gift for my patron sister.”

Only by standing high enough, only by grasping fame and status, could she fill the void of her pitiful self-esteem.

Gu Jianyou drowsily opened her eyes, her memories still lingering on Bai Ruanruan’s graceful dance from yesterday and her long hair tied up with roses.

The moment she opened her eyes, rose petals rained down from above, scattered by Bai Ruanruan onto Gu Jianyou’s face.

The young girl crushed the rose petals by the bedside.

The crimson petals fell like rain, and Gu Jianyou’s breath hitched as she stared blankly at the drifting flowers.

“Awake now, sister?”

Gu Jianyou was still dazed, unsure whether she was in reality or a dream.

Awake? If she were truly awake, how could there possibly be a beautiful girl sprinkling petals over her head?

The mischievous girl, seeing Gu Jianyou had woken up, immediately got out of bed.

“I’m going on a business trip for filming today. You’ll have to stay home alone, sister.”

Gu Jianyou hadn’t fully emerged from the dreamlike haze, her face and hair covered in crushed rose petals.

The sweet fragrance, mingled with the scent of their pheromones, added an extra layer of romance to the dream.

Morning light streamed through the sheer curtains onto the bed. Gu Jianyou propped herself up, the lingering ache from last night’s tipsy state still throbbing at the back of her head.

“What do you mean, you’re going on a business trip?”

Gu Jianyou irritably ran a hand through her long hair. “Do you really have to go?”

Wait—was she the patron here or not?

This patron role felt a little too humble.

Bai Ruanruan stood before the floor-length mirror, gently combing her smooth hair with a cushion brush, a thin sheet mask covering her face.

“I told you about it yesterday,” she said, peeling off the mask. “Did you forget?”

Gu Jianyou: ?

Did you?

Bai Ruanruan gave her a teasing look, her fingers idly tracing her own waist.

“You were so demanding last night, sister. You kept me up all night—I’m sore all over.”

Gu Jianyou: ???

Did we do it last night?

The alpha’s eyes were wide with disbelief as she stared at Bai Ruanruan, a red rose petal still stuck to her forehead.

“Sorry, I… I don’t remember. Did I hurt you? Here, let me massage it for you.”

Bai Ruanruan smirked playfully. “No way. You’ll just waste my time.”

Helpless, Gu Jianyou watched as her little canary flew away without even touching the breakfast on the table—though she did take the three contracts from yesterday.

“Was breakfast not to your liking?” The butler eyed the dozen plates of morning tea with concern. “I’ll have the kitchen prepare something else.”

Gu Jianyou blankly stared at the two servings of untouched food.

“No, it’s fine.”

Had she really been drunk enough to take advantage of Bai Ruanruan last night?

Gu Jianyou pressed a hand to her aching forehead, though the pain in her neck’s scent gland had faded.

She rubbed her temples, trying to dig up any memories from last night, but came up empty.

Breakfast was tasteless. By the time she snapped back to reality, she was already in her office.

After a morning meeting with her deputy, Gu Jianyou suddenly remembered.

“Find out who Bai Ruanruan’s rival is.”

Secretary: “Boss, do you mean Zuo Yingxia? The one who’s been spreading gossip and scandals about her on Weibo?”

The secretary, a beta who had grown accustomed to working under the oppressive presence of her alpha boss without flinching at the overwhelming pheromones, was still startled this time.

“Zuo Yingxia established her own studio early last year. She won Best Actress a few years ago but hasn’t had any notable works recently. With Miss Bai stealing the spotlight, she naturally felt threatened by the newcomer.”

Gu Jianyou leaned back in her plush chair, her expression dark.

“The entertainment industry should be about merit—a ruthless survival-of-the-fittest arena where only talent matters.”

The secretary cautiously asked, “Boss?”

Gu Jianyou: “Continue.”

The secretary pulled up detailed records on her tablet.

“Zuo Yingxia’s latest statement on Weibo insinuated that Miss Bai has undergone excessive plastic surgery, comparing old and recent photos.”

Even the secretary found this matter delicate, as even Bai Ruanruan’s own team couldn’t confirm the allegations. While Bai Ruanruan’s facial features appeared unchanged at first glance, closer inspection suggested subtle adjustments to every facial feature.

Gu Jianyou examined the comparison photos.

The comment section was divided:

“Honestly, it’s bizarre how Bai Ruanruan suddenly blew up this year despite being this gorgeous all along—she should’ve been famous ages ago.”

“Who cares if she got work done? Doesn’t everyone in the industry?”

“Doesn’t it feel unfair pitting surgically enhanced faces against natural ones? Disgusting and absurd.”

“No proof, don’t spread rumors.”

“Lawyer letters incoming! @BaiRuanruan please clarify!”

“No way… CEO Gu actually likes a plastic surgery girl?”

“Rich people have their quirks. Who’d seriously settle down with some starlet anyway?”

Gu Jianyou’s expression darkened as she scrolled through the comments.

“Sue every bandwagon-jumping influencer. Use our corporate legal team.”

Secretary: “Understood, I’ll handle it immediately.”

Gu Jianyou drummed her fingers on the desk, toying with her emerald ring. Lately, she’d considered removing this symbol of singleness—she was married now. Yet Bai Ruanruan seemed fond of it, always caressing the ring during their intimate moments.

Gu Jianyou: “Attribute any facial differences to makeup and styling. Map out Bai Ruanruan’s work timeline—she struggled to make ends meet and wouldn’t have had recovery time for procedures.”

Even Gu Jianyou had noticed the subtle discrepancies in old photos. But after countless kisses and touches, she knew every contour of that face contained no implants.

That radiant girl was born to be worshipped and cherished.

The secretary nodded: “I’ll consult renowned plastic surgeons to clear Miss Bai’s name.”

After twenty years, Gu Jianyou had finally found her Omega. She’d shield her under her wings, leaving no opening for attacks.

After issuing instructions, Gu Jianyou stared at the ceiling, replaying the girl’s parting words from last night.

Did we really…?

How could I forget?

Recalling the girl’s departure, her fox-like eyes seemed to tease her once more.

Gu Jianyou was tormented by those words, feeling as if something was stuck in her throat. When her phone buzzed with a notification, she thought the lawyer had efficiently dealt with the unscrupulous public account.

But upon opening the screen, she was surprised to see it was Bai Ruanruan.

Little Softie: Sis, look at my earlobe QAQ The earrings for filming were too heavy, and my piercing started bleeding QAQ

Little Softie: sad cat crying.jpg

Upon opening the photo, the bright red earlobe was stained with fresh bl00d, smeared across the golden earring.

The earlobe was so vividly red, more beautiful than winterberries in autumn—

It made one want to take it between their lips and teeth, to see if it tasted sweet.

Gu Jianyou felt no pity at all; instead, entirely different thoughts arose.

Gu Jianyou: Kind of adorable.

A thousand miles away, Bai Ruanruan, hissing in pain from the alcohol, saw the message and thought, “???”

Adorable, my ass.

Your girlfriend is gone.