Little Succubus Transmigrates into a Fishing Type O - Chapter 5

Gu Jianyou stepped out of the bathtub barefoot, her feet sinking into the pristine white fur carpet.

Before her, the bed was strewn with torn fragments of a pink dress.

Water dripped from her long hair, transparent droplets tracing a path from her neck to her collarbone, sliding down her skin before finally falling from her fingertips onto the sheets.

Leaving dark stains behind.

Her breathing was uneven, her pitch-black, opaque eyes fixed on the shredded fabric scattered across the bed.

The pink material resembled the torn skin of a ripe peach, stubbornly exuding its sweet, fragrant scent.

Gu Jianyou lightly brushed her fingers against the fabric soaked in possessive pheromones, lifting a piece to her nose for a delicate inhale.

Her fingers clutched the remnants of Bai Ruanruan’s dress, knuckles whitening with tension, as though she were gripping Bai Ruanruan’s body itself.

Her teeth ached to tear through the fabric, to inject her pheromones into Bai Ruanruan’s scent glands.

A knock sounded at the door. “Boss, are you in there?”

After a few moments of silence, Gu Jianyou gathered the tattered remains into a box. “Come in.”

The secretary took half a step back the moment she opened the door, overwhelmed by the thick haze of iris pheromones filling the room.

“Boss, this is Bai Ruanruan’s script.”

Gu Jianyou: “Prepare the car. We’re visiting the set this afternoon.”

The secretary nodded silently, thinking that while it was normal for an investor to occasionally check on filming, the boss’s habit of sitting on set for hours at a time every few days was… unusual.

The secretary summoned the driver and took the passenger seat, speaking to her boss in the back.

“Bai Ruanruan plays Jiang Xue, a character who endured bullying in her school years but ultimately achieved outstanding results and a deeply moving romance before graduation. The on-and-off relationship with her first love is a very realistic portrayal of youthful affection.”

Gu Jianyou reined in her sharp pheromones inside the car. “Which scene are they filming tomorrow?”

The secretary flipped through the pages. “It’s the scene where Jiang Xue is cornered in the bathroom by her female classmates, stripped, and drenched with water.”

Gu Jianyou frowned. She stopped the car and rolled down the window, catching sight of Bai Ruanruan surrounded by staff as she changed into a new costume.

The hem of her short-sleeved top lifted, revealing a glimpse of soft waist that instantly seized Gu Jianyou’s attention.

Tender, pale, adorned with an alluring pattern of crimson streaks.

Secretary: “Boss?”

Gu Jianyou’s gaze remained locked on that sliver of exposed skin.

No one knew better than her just how pliant that waist felt beneath her fingers—how the slightest pressure would leave faint marks on that delicate skin.

The secretary and driver, trapped in the car with her, suffered under the suffocating weight of a top-tier alpha’s pheromones, their minds growing hazy.

Gu Jianyou spoke coolly. “Increase investment in this production. Tell the crew to provide better costumes.”

……

Bai Ruanruan glanced subtly at the black sedan parked in the distance, deliberately lifting her top to let the sunlight caress her bare waist.

She covered her mouth with a soft laugh. “Why does that car keep parking here?”

Jiajia, the new assistant assigned to Bai Ruanruan by Liuguang Entertainment, replied, “It looks like the CEO’s car. I saw it at the opening ceremony.”

“But why would the CEO come here so often?”

Jiajia was puzzled.

Bai Ruanruan curved her lips slightly. “Who knows?”

She made sure to stay within the car’s line of sight as she swiftly changed into her new skirt.

Yet even those few seconds were enough to leave an indelible impression of that soft, tantalizing waist.

She glanced sideways toward the car. “Let’s go shoot the next scene.”

Inside the vehicle, Gu Jianyou’s heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

Those light-colored peach blossom eyes swept over—just a fleeting glance, yet Gu Jianyou had the illusion of being discovered.

Her heart pounded violently, a thin layer of sweat forming on her back—

Her fingers, which had been spinning the emerald tail ring, froze. Her pitch-black, inscrutable eyes fixed tightly on the unconsciously alluring girl.

Gu Jianyou thought to herself that she must be going mad. “Drive back to the company. There’s a meeting this afternoon.”

Secretary: “Boss, do you need an inhibitor shot?”

After a few seconds of silence, Gu Jianyou withdrew her gaze from Bai Ruanruan.

“Give me one.”

“Did you hear? After the audition ended, Bai Ruanruan and the CEO were alone together.”

“I heard about that too. Rumor has it the CEO came out after just two minutes—so suspicious.”

“Director, did you know? Ever since Bai Ruanruan joined our crew, Liuguang Entertainment doubled their investment in us. They even specially sent haute couture dresses for her costumes.”

“Word has it the CEO has either been in her office or on our set these past few days, but no one’s actually seen her here.”

“Last time I passed by the set, I saw a black luxury car parked on the edge. The model? Only three exist in the entire country. Who else could it be but the CEO?”

“If the CEO really had feelings for Bai Ruanruan, why would she just wait outside all alone? With her wealth and power, why would she put up with that kind of humiliation?”

Bai Ruanruan sat in the breakroom memorizing her script while the crew bustled around her, whispering among themselves. Some bold enough even went to ask the director directly.

Jiajia, aside from being an assistant, also served as Bai Ruanruan’s manager.

Having worked hard at Liuguang Entertainment for years, she had plenty of connections in the industry.

Though she looked like a fresh-faced college graduate with black-framed glasses, she was quite well-known in the circle.

“Bai Ruanruan, tell me honestly—do you really have something going on with that CEO?” Jiajia leaned in close. “I was wondering why headquarters suddenly transferred me to you.”

Bai Ruanruan twirled a strand of long hair around her finger and nodded slightly in admission. “She’s pursuing me.”

Jiajia’s pupils dilated in shock. “The CEO needs to pursue someone?!”

Shouldn’t the wealthy just snap their fingers and have countless celebrities flocking to them?

Especially since Gu Jianyou was such a rare alpha.

Jiajia started brainstorming. “We could stir up some rumors to hype the drama. Worst case, we go the ‘blackened popularity’ route—take some ambiguous photos of you and the CEO, then clarify on Weibo a few days later. The shippers will fill in the gaps themselves.”

Bai Ruanruan refused. “The CEO wouldn’t agree to that.”

Jiajia pressed, “If she’s pursuing you, just act a little coquettish, and the resources will come rolling in, won’t they?”

Bai Ruanruan smiled faintly. “Even if she’s pursuing me, I’m not that close with her.”

Jiajia found it hard to focus entirely on their discussion. Every time she looked at Bai Ruanruan, her gaze inevitably drifted to those soft, pale pink lips.

As Bai Ruanruan spoke, her lips parted slightly, revealing a prominent cupid’s bow glistening with lip balm—so plush and glossy.

They looked perfectly kissable.

Though her peach blossom eyes were clear, they carried an indescribable allure. It wasn’t just the CEO—even Jiajia, who was used to seeing beauties in the entertainment industry, couldn’t help but swallow hard.

So beautiful.

A streak of red pattern extended from the neck down to the entire back. Having marks on the body was a major taboo for celebrities, yet on Bai Ruanruan, it only enhanced her allure.

It gave off a forbidden vibe, as if she had been kissed and bound by vines.

Jiajia, a beta, felt her face flush and her heart race. She quickly averted her gaze.

“I’ll listen to you—no spreading rumors. I have things to do, so I’ll get going now.”

Jiajia fled the room as if escaping, hurriedly closing the door behind her to step outside and cool off, gasping for breath.

Even after walking far enough away, she could still catch the lingering scent of fresh peach pheromones in the air—so delicate it could burst at the slightest touch.

How could the CEO resist claiming such a beauty as Bai Ruanruan for herself?

Jiajia stood outside, panting for a while, before suddenly remembering Bai Ruanruan’s upcoming schedule. She knocked on the door and said,

“Tonight, you have an acting class at headquarters. Don’t be late.”

Bai Ruanruan listened to the hurried footsteps outside, puzzled. “Is my scent really that strong?”

…

At 8 p.m., Gu Jianyou tidied up her documents, preparing to leave work.

The vast, silent office still carried the faint scent of suppressants. Gu Jianyou massaged her throbbing temples as she stood by the glass wall, making a call to the director.

Her voice was cool and detached. “Did you send Bai Ruanruan the tonic today?”

The director answered promptly, “Yes, it’s been delivered. Bai Ruanruan said it was a bit bitter—the ginseng flavor was too strong.”

Gu Jianyou fell silent for a moment. She understood the young girl’s preference for sweets, but tonics were inherently bitter. The finest ingredients—ginseng, deer antler—had been stewed with a young hen without adding a single drop of water, condensing the medicinal bitterness into a small bowl.

It really was a bit much to ask of a girl who had just turned twenty.

The director continued, “But Bai Ruanruan drank it all. I saw that bowl of stuff—it was so bitter it was hard to swallow. Bai Ruanruan said that given her lack of seniority, she shouldn’t refuse the boss’s kindness. Besides, the ingredients were precious and shouldn’t be wasted. What a good kid.”

What excited the director even more was that Bai Ruanruan, a complete amateur, only made two mistakes while filming a highly challenging scene—far more efficient than the other, more experienced actors in the crew.

Saving the production both time and money, Bai Ruanruan had truly won the director’s heart.

As Gu Jianyou passed by the 23rd-floor training room for actors—now well past 9 p.m.—the lights inside were still on.

She paused, then walked toward the only illuminated room.

These days, actors were all about quick money, neglecting to hone their skills, resulting in performances that were… indescribable.

Gu Jianyou stopped in front of the door labeled “Acting Studio,” peering through the glass window in her high heels.

The director’s voice buzzed in her ear through the phone. “We wrapped up early today. Bai Ruanruan said she wanted to consult the acting coach. She’s probably still in the studio if you’d like to take a look, President Gu.”

The director rambled on, complaining, “Bai Ruanruan’s so frail—she needs proper rest. How can she film all day and practice all night? It’s exhausting.”

Gu Jianyou gave a noncommittal hum before hanging up. The spacious studio was empty except for Bai Ruanruan, who stood alone, reciting lines from a densely annotated script to thin air.

The girl’s voice was clear, her expressions precise, her face glistening with sweat—

She practiced relentlessly in front of the mirror, her beautiful eyes fixated only on the words in the script, pouring herself into each hysterical line.

Clearly, it was this diligent demeanor, yet Gu Jianyou could detect the sweet, alluring pheromones through the closed door.

She pushed the door open. “It’s so late. Have you eaten?”

The young girl practicing her lines abruptly stopped, looking up in surprise at the tall alpha standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing here?”

Bai Ruanruan’s eyes brightened. “Not yet! I just figured out Jiang Xue’s emotional state. Could you help me check it, President?”

She darted toward Gu Jianyou like a little rabbit running to its owner.

Gu Jianyou’s throat tightened. “Fine. But I’m very strict.”

Bai Ruanruan sat in the room surrounded by mirrors, her slender shoulders trembling slightly, her cheeks flushed with shyness.

“The director said my crying scenes aren’t natural enough. Could you give me some advice?”

Gu Jianyou’s throat constricted as she watched tears well up in the girl’s peach-blossom eyes.

If it were anyone else, Gu Jianyou would have assumed they were deliberately seducing her.

But in Bai Ruanruan’s gaze, she saw no calculation—only a genuine desire to perform well.

Bai Ruanruan’s innocence magnified Gu Jianyou’s instinctual, predatory alpha instincts toward omegas, making her feel both despicable and perverse.

The girl’s crystal-clear eyes reflected her own image.

No one could resist such pure, unwavering attention.

Gu Jianyou’s fingers moved uncontrollably to caress Bai Ruanruan’s cheek, her voice low and deliberate.

“That’s not how you cry. Let me teach you.”

“And, the president has no obligation to coach your acting. Perhaps you should call me something else.”