Little Succubus Transmigrates into a Fishing Type O - Chapter 46

At the wrap party, Bai Ruanruan drank herself half-drunk.

Her constitution wasn’t suited for alcohol—when it touched her skin, her pheromones dispersed like the delicate fragrance of a burning candle, wafting through the air.

Before long, nearly the entire crew caught the intense scent of ripe peaches.

Even some betas found themselves intoxicated by the aroma.

“What’s that smell? So sweet—is that someone’s perfume?”

“Must be an Omega’s pheromones. Just smelling it makes my legs go weak.”

“Hey, where’s Bai Ruanruan? This production wouldn’t have wrapped so smoothly without Teacher Bai’s support. I should go toast her.”

“Ugh, I feel so hot… so uncomfortable. I need to take this off.”

Several actors had already begun tugging at their thin shirts and T-shirts, unconsciously releasing what little pheromones they had.

Bai Ruanruan could barely stand. Leaning on her manager for support, she stumbled toward the roadside.

Dazed, she clutched her phone with both hands. “Jiajia, look at the trending hashtag…”

#Gu Jianyou Caught in Secret Rendezvous with Multiple Lovers—Scandalous Footage!

Bai Ruanruan clicked her tongue, her vision blurring from the alcohol. The words on the screen swam before her eyes.

All she could make out were a few grainy photos, barely recognizable as Gu Jianyou.

Jiajia: “Sis, sit down and sober up. That stuff online is fake—just haters trying to drag you down now that you’re blowing up.”

Bai Ruanruan tapped the image, zooming in until her nose nearly touched the screen.

She hadn’t drunk much at the party—just a few beers and two shots of baijiu—but it was enough.

The tipsy little Omega blinked hazily at the streetlights, their glow like fallen stars.

Across the road, a familiar black sedan sat parked.

The window slid down soundlessly.

Gu Jianyou looked at her and said, “Come here.”

Bai Ruanruan tilted her head, confused.

Though still fully dressed, her face, arms, and legs were flushed a pretty pink—soft and utterly adorable.

Her peach-blossom eyes, always carrying a hint of laughter, now brimmed with affection. Too weak to stand, she slumped against her manager.

Every exhale carried the scent of sweet peaches.

Placed limply in the passenger seat, her feverish body sought something cool—maybe the leather upholstery, maybe Gu Jianyou herself.

Her slender fingers trailed over Gu Jianyou’s knee, then higher—along her thigh, her abdomen…

Jiajia had long since vanished.

Gu Jianyou, breathing heavily, rolled up all the windows. “Bai Ruanruan, stop messing around.”

Bai Ruanruan blinked. “Jiejie?”

She leaned in, pressing her burning lips to Gu Jianyou’s neck.

It hurt. Everything hurt. She needed more.

Gu Jianyou glanced at the trending scandal on the girl’s phone. “I’ve already had someone handle it. The hashtag will be gone in two minutes.”

Bai Ruanruan’s scorching tongue flicked against the tense line of Gu Jianyou’s throat.

“Gu Jianyou… I’ve liked you for so long.”

In the silent car, her words struck like thunder.

The night was still. The AC hummed, useless against the stifling heat.

Gu Jianyou’s voice was rough. “What?”

The half-drunk girl wrapped her arms around her, kneeling astride with her knees parted, her back nearly pressing against the steering wheel.

“I’ve liked you for so long, Gu Jianyou. From the very first time I saw you at the bar.”

Gu Jianyou’s heart pounded wildly, her fingers gripping the slender waist beneath her.

Bai Ruanruan’s waist was always so soft and supple, feeling perfect no matter how it was handled.

“Really?”

Gu Jianyou had always worried their relationship was impure. She had heard Bai Ruanruan say before that their first meeting at the bar had been out of necessity.

So, she had actually liked her?

Gu Jianyou couldn’t contain her joy, kissing the corner of Bai Ruanruan’s lips with fervent tenderness.

Bai Ruanruan closed her eyes in blissful contentment. “But I’m so scared you’ll find out my little secret. What if you hate me after knowing?”

If she knew she wasn’t the same kind as Gu Jianyou, that she actually had wings and a tail.

If she knew this body would ache unbearably without human touch.

If she knew that before meeting Gu Jianyou, she had lived in the mud, and every flutter of her heart had been the result of careful calculation.

Gu Jianyou froze, whispering, “What secret?”

The girl pressed a finger to Gu Jianyou’s lips. “I won’t tell you.”

If I do, you won’t like me anymore.

An inexplicable unease settled in Gu Jianyou’s chest. She carefully placed Bai Ruanruan in the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and drove her back to the estate.

Holding the drowsy girl in her arms, Gu Jianyou traced her gaze over that overly innocent face—

The plump curve of her lips was made for kissing, as if this unconsciously alluring girl was born to be loved.

After laying Bai Ruanruan on the bed, Gu Jianyou leaned down with darkened eyes and kissed her.

Teeth nipped at lips, fingers tugged at the hem of her dress—but then stopped abruptly.

Struggling, she spoke, “Bai Ruanruan, what exactly are you hiding from me?”

The sleeping girl only whimpered softly.

“I’m very well-behaved… Don’t bully me, don’t lift my skirt…”

Gu Jianyou: “!”

The unconscious girl mumbled something else against Gu Jianyou’s neck, and the woman’s expression grew increasingly grim—

Her entire body turned ice-cold.

……

When Bai Ruanruan woke again, she found herself alone in a guest room of Gu Jianyou’s estate.

The layout was completely different from the master suite. Used to waking up in the familiar bedroom, Bai Ruanruan took one look at the unfamiliar ceiling decorations and instantly sobered.

Rubbing her aching head, she muttered, “Drank too much last night…”

She steadied herself against the wall as she made her way downstairs, but Gu Jianyou was nowhere to be seen at the dining table. The butler had already laid out a spread of over a dozen dim sum dishes.

“Miss Bai, you’re awake. Please eat while it’s hot.”

Bai Ruanruan: “Did Gu Jianyou go to the office?”

Butler: “Madam Gu is away on a business trip.”

Bai Ruanruan blinked. “She didn’t even say goodbye yesterday… Is the company that busy lately?”

The butler smiled faintly. “The company has always been busy. Madam usually makes time for you by squeezing it out of her schedule.”

Bai Ruanruan

stared at the empty dining table, a sudden sense of foreboding creeping into her heart.

She forced down breakfast without tasting it, her mind replaying last night’s dream—

A memory from before her transmigration, when her classmates had cornered her in an alley. After a futile struggle, they had shoved her into a van and taken her to a KTV.

She had been powerless to resist, penniless, unable to pay tuition or the entry fees for upcoming competitions.

Before she could even give her consent, she was pushed into a private room full of older men.

The outcome was stabbing someone with a fruit knife, fleeing in disheveled clothes to call the police, and never returning to that school again.

Before leaving the mansion, Bai Ruanruan caught sight of an exquisite small vase holding the hairpin she had once gifted Gu Jianyou.

The feathered hairpin swayed gently in the breeze, a sign of how much its owner cherished it.

“Why didn’t that strange Gu Jianyou take it with her?”

She usually treasured that hairpin dearly.

…

Gu Jianyou had just landed from her flight and was flipping through unread emails in the car.

Her secretary remarked with concern, “With you traveling so frequently, Miss Bai must be worried staying alone in the country.”

Closing her eyes, Gu Jianyou thought of Bai Ruanruan—and the words spoken that night.

Had she been with many people before?

Yet her body had felt so inexperienced, as if it were her first time.

Gu Jianyou didn’t actually mind if Bai Ruanruan had past relationships, but why couldn’t she just tell her?

She didn’t dwell on the topic. “Has Zuo Yingxia been scheming against Ruanruan all along? I heard she’s been eyeing the lead role in an upcoming theatrical film. Let’s hold off on that for now.”

The secretary nodded. “Zuo Yingxia’s resources have always been poor. Besides, she likely won’t get any screen time for at least a year.”

Online backlash against “plastic surgery faces” was rampant, and Zuo Yingxia’s features had long grown stiff and unnatural from repeated modifications.

Gu Jianyou closed her eyes. “I don’t want to see her name listed among our company’s collaborating artists.”

The secretary made a mental note, stealing a glance at her boss in the backseat.

It seemed there had been some tension between her and Miss Bai recently, yet this overseas acquisition was entirely to pave the way for Bai Ruanruan’s career—

Not to mention eliminating one of her competitors.

The secretary couldn’t help but inwardly swoon at the sweetness.

…

For several days in a row, Bai Ruanruan hadn’t caught even a glimpse of Gu Jianyou.

Even on her way to the set, she was visibly downcast.

Jiajia was driving, while Song Yu—who had debuted alongside Bai Ruanruan—sat in the passenger seat.

Song Yu remarked, “You and Gu Jianyou really have such a strong bond. Who would’ve thought someone like her could be so devoted?”

Bai Ruanruan murmured, “A strong bond? I feel like it’s not enough.”

Though she hummed a light, cheerful tune, her heart was in turmoil.

Had she said something wrong while drunk?

Gu Jianyou shouldn’t be this distant—not a single message in days.

Her alpha was usually sensitive and fragile, like a big dog constantly craving its owner’s attention, needing constant head pats to keep wagging its tail.

Bai Ruanruan opened Weibo.

Before even checking her own page, she saw Zuo Yingxia’s public apology trending.

Ignoring the 500-word essay drafted by the studio, she couldn’t even muster the energy to read it properly.

She opened WeChat.

The last message was still the one she’d sent the night before.

Little Ruanruan: It’s time for you to wake up, good morning, sis~

Little Ruanruan: [Cat sending hearts.jpg]

No response.

Rubbing her temples in frustration, Bai Ruanruan listened as her manager and Song Yu chatted in the front seats.

“I heard the CEO recently acquired a century-old fashion brand in Country W, a blue-blooded luxury label that once supplied clothing to royalty.”

Bai Ruanruan concealed her slight surprise—Gu Jianyou hadn’t mentioned this to her.

“Is that so?”

The agent nodded. “Yes, the corporation under the CEO has been acquiring many similar brands lately. These heritage brands have been operating at a loss due to long-term mismanagement. By securing domestic distribution rights or outright purchasing them, we can revitalize their prestige.”

No nation’s consumers or new middle class would turn down products from brands carrying such expensive prestige and noble heritage.

This made selecting brand ambassadors and image representatives particularly crucial.

Bai Ruanruan’s lips curved downward. “I see…”

Song Yu suddenly turned her head. “I’ve heard some rumors—are you and Gu Jianyou really fighting?”

Bai Ruanruan: “.”

Poking the sore spot.

The omega who’d always maintained absolute control in this relationship was gradually noticing the scales tipping toward Gu Jianyou’s side. She found herself increasingly unable to decipher the alpha’s thoughts.

This sense of imbalance filled Bai Ruanruan with uncertainty and crisis.

Over a week later,

While discussing a new project with the director on set, Bai Ruanruan heard a knock on her dressing room door.

Secretary: “Miss Bai, President Gu requests your presence.”

Bai Ruanruan hadn’t messaged Gu Jianyou these past days—she wasn’t one to chase after cold shoulders. Since Gu Jianyou had decided to give her the silent treatment for reasons unknown, she saw no need to break the stalemate.

With practiced composure, the actress rose quietly. “I’ll change immediately.”

The secretary watched the always docile Miss Bai, an unexpected pang of sympathy rising in her heart. As an employee, she couldn’t fathom her employer’s motives—Bai Ruanruan was so different from those troublesome flings, making the cold shoulder all the more puzzling.

Outside the changing room, the secretary offered: “The newly acquired brand will launch domestically soon. The ambassador and spokesperson roles are undoubtedly yours.”

Through the curtain came the girl’s crystal-clear voice: “Thank the president for me.”

No expected excitement, no relationship anxiety—just the tone of someone receiving something utterly mundane.

The chauffeur-driven car brought Bai Ruanruan to headquarters,

where several other celebrities already waited in the lounge.

R&W was an ancient European brand. Though fallen from grace, its historical gravitas had attracted capitalist interest.

“Who knew President Gu was behind this acquisition? Strange—isn’t she in entertainment?”

“How provincial. Beyond Starlight Entertainment, she’s also a shareholder in LIYA, that national women’s wear label.”

“Then they’ll definitely prioritize Starlight’s signed artists.”

“Zuo Yingxia’s fanbase and style are perfect—why would Bai Ruanruan even be considered?”

“How shameless to sit here waiting.”

In her corner seat, Bai Ruanruan watched the secretary disappear into Gu Jianyou’s office after escorting her upstairs.

She coldly eyed those who were sneering, “The Zuo Yingxia you’re talking about—if I’m not mistaken—has probably been blacklisted by now.”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned icy. Several of those present had their names signed under her studio’s contracts.

Zuo Yingxia’s blacklisting would inevitably affect their careers.

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

Bai Ruanruan scoffed, “I thought you’d all seen the news.”

Zuo Yingxia Evaded 800 Million in Taxes

 

Zuo Yingxia’s Plastic Surgeon Exposed in Exclusive Report

 

Zuo Yingxia Manipulated Public Opinion

 

News apps kept pushing updates, and the expressions of the celebrities in the room shifted unpredictably. Combined with Zuo Yingxia’s recent attempt to smear Bai Ruanruan with plastic surgery rumors—only for Liuguang Entertainment’s official account to debunk them—

it was hard not to wonder if Bai Ruanruan and Gu Jianyou’s relationship was even stronger than the rumors suggested.

After a few minutes of waiting, Gu Jianyou walked down the hallway surrounded by her entourage—the vice president and several executives trailing behind her.

The alpha’s undeniable presence, coupled with the cold yet noble scent of irises, made people instinctively step aside.

Bai Ruanruan, seeing her long-separated girlfriend just a wall away, pushed the door open and stood at the end of the corridor.

Gu Jianyou’s gaze settled on her, her body stiffening almost imperceptibly as she forced herself not to look away.

The girl was just as she remembered—her eyes softening the moment they met, those peach-blossom eyes always brimming with tenderness and focus.

Even her honeyed peach pheromones carried the scent Gu Jianyou had been longing for day and night.

Gu Jianyou’s eyes swept over her indifferently. “If I recall correctly, you were supposed to wait inside the office.”

Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, Bai Ruanruan grabbed the hem of her coat.

The unbreakable atmosphere between them made it impossible for anyone behind Gu Jianyou to intervene.

“Sister, why haven’t you replied to my messages?”

Gu Jianyou’s tone was flat. “You should address me as President Gu.”

Bai Ruanruan: “…”

Gu Jianyou walked past her with a cold expression. “I’ve been too busy to check your messages.”

Bai Ruanruan: “?”

Fine. You’ve lost your wife.

Bai Ruanruan stood rooted in place, watching as Gu Jianyou strode into the office with professional detachment. She remained at the edge as the vice president and executives filed past her.

The secretary walked by without daring to speak.

Who knew what strange game these two were playing now?

It was obvious that President Gu had been working herself to the bone for Bai Ruanruan, barely sleeping during her business trips—yet here she was, putting on her CEO act in front of her.

Bai Ruanruan: “.”

Once everyone had left, Bai Ruanruan approached Gu Jianyou.

“President Gu.”

Gu Jianyou glanced at her, trying to ignore her, but the Omega’s irresistible scent flooded her senses.

The instinctive craving for sweetness, carved deep into her bones, forced Gu Jianyou’s attention back to the girl before her.

“What is it?”

Bai Ruanruan said, “I believe my commercial value surpasses every artist here. The profits I can bring to the brand will surely satisfy you, President Gu. I don’t understand why you invited so many others.”

Gu Jianyou set down her pen, fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk.

If not for her usual habit of maintaining a stern expression, she would have long succumbed to the greedy desire her pheromones stirred in her.

“It’s none of your concern. As an artist, you shouldn’t pry too much into the company’s plans.”

Bai Ruanruan: “.”

You’re really hard to please—are you a child or something?
Getting angry over nothing, isn’t that a bit immature?

Gu Jianyou rose from her seat, paused briefly as she passed Bai Ruanruan, then finally stepped out of the room.

Back in her office,
Her desk held records of Bai Ruanruan’s past interactions with everyone.

A male beta in a black suit stood opposite her, shrouded in shifting shadows, his presence so faint it was barely noticeable.

Gu Jianyou had countless ways to uncover someone’s details.

The male beta spoke: “Bai Ruanruan has always been busy working odd jobs outside, with no time for casual intimate relationships.”

“Even during her heats, she handled it alone with the cheapest suppressants. There are no suspicious hotel records.”

Romance would only hinder Bai Ruanruan’s work efficiency.

Gu Jianyou stared at the sparse history that could fit on a single page…

A young girl enduring her heat alone in a hotel, relying on cheap drugs to push through wave after wave of scorching need.

While Bai Ruanruan suffered through physical discomfort, Gu Jianyou hadn’t fared any better—relying on searing pain to suppress her alpha’s predatory instincts.

The ring scraped harshly against her arm, trading pain for clarity.

Lost in memory, Gu Jianyou’s eyes darkened with anguish.

The male beta asked, “Does the boss need anything else investigated?”

Gu Jianyou: “No. I’ll transfer the payment.”

Before leaving, the man hesitated, wanting to tell her this job had been effortless—no need for such generous compensation.

Previous investigations had involved corporate secrets or rivals tangled in messy affairs.

Bai Ruanruan’s blank slate had been child’s play by comparison.

Gu Jianyou exhaled slowly at the unremarkable, even pitiful records, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Ultimately, it was her own insecurity in this relationship—

Wanting to claim Bai Ruanruan completely, yet fearing overriding her will.

Longing to embrace her wholeheartedly, yet terrified of repeating her parents’ tragedy.

This hesitation made her unrecognizable from the decisive alpha she usually was.

A knock sounded at the office door—before Gu Jianyou could respond, it opened.

“President Gu, may I come in?” Bai Ruanruan, oblivious to the private investigation, chirped, “Secretary said my brand endorsement contract is ready.”

Gu Jianyou: “…You should wait for me to say ‘enter.'”

Bai Ruanruan: “…Should I go out and try again?”

Gu Jianyou’s throat tightened. “Never mind.”

Standing before her, Bai Ruanruan added, “You haven’t replied to my messages lately. I thought…”

Gu Jianyou tensed instantly.

The girl grinned. “I thought you’d died.”

Gu Jianyou coughed dryly. “Family matters. My father wanted to see me.”

Bai Ruanruan sat across from her. “President Gu’s father?”

Blushing, Gu Jianyou turned away. “Don’t call me that.”

When others said “President Gu,” it denoted hierarchy. From Bai Ruanruan, it carried playful, unspoken teasing.

Gu Jianyou said, “My father is Gu Shiyuan. You might have heard of him—he founded Radiant Entertainment. Later, due to a car accident that aggravated his old injuries, he was sent to a sanatorium for recuperation. He hasn’t come out in five years.”

Bai Ruanruan gasped, “What’s the difference between that and being in prison?”

Gu Jianyou nodded, “Exactly. And now he’s still limping.”

Bai Ruanruan: “I thought someone of President Gu’s status could hire the best doctors in the world for your father.”

Gu Jianyou: “I could, but I don’t want to.”

If her father hadn’t forcibly marked her mother time and again for the sake of so-called “superior offspring,” her mother wouldn’t have died.

When sending him to the sanatorium, they’d discovered three or four mistresses waiting outside.

Gu Jianyou’s expression grew increasingly tender as she looked at the young woman, though with a hint of guilty unease.

“Would you accompany me to visit him? Consider it a ceremonial introduction to the family.”

Bai Ruanruan stood up from her chair. “I must decline. After all, I’m just an ordinary contracted celebrity at your company—hardly worthy of accompanying you to meet your esteemed father.”