My Alpha Has a Dual Personality (GL) - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Despite the client’s pickiness, Chi Yunhan was brimming with enthusiasm. There’s a saying: ten years to sharpen a sword. She refused to believe she couldn’t win over Twilight, even if it meant drawing hundreds or thousands of designs.

At noon, Chi Yunhan went to eat. She wanted to invite Lu Xiangyuan along, but Lu Xiangyuan’s department was busy. Lu Xiangyuan was a craftsman who made perfume bottles. Don’t be fooled by her delicate appearance—she was fierce. In her hands, glass bottles were blown and shaped with ease, transforming into perfect forms.

Chi Yunhan went to the restaurant alone. On the way, she overheard some gossip. Loving a bit of juicy news, she hurried over to listen and caught the following conversation:

“Chi Yurorong is incredible. Without her, our small perfume company wouldn’t have caught Twilight’s eye. Once the acquisition happens, we’ll leap into the top tier, soaring to high luxury.”

Another person chimed in, “Twilight is so indulgent. She bought the whole company just for Chi Yurorong. I heard she’s an Alpha. Ugh, AA pheromones repel each other, so an AA romance sounds tough.”

“Well, if you put it that way, Twilight treats Chi Yurorong so well, she must be decent. It’s just Chi Yunhan’s lack of skill that got her disliked. Oh, by the way, didn’t Chi Yunhan used to be a perfumer too? I heard she was banned from competitions. Anyone know about that?”

“No clue about that one. But Chi Yurorong is Chi Yunhan’s older sister. Chi Yunhan only got into the company because of her. Compared to her sister, Chi Yurorong is so gentle. Chi Yunhan just can’t measure up…”

Well, great. Chi Yunhan had stumbled upon gossip about herself.

Her fists clenched, and she was about to storm over and throw a few punches when someone stepped in to stop the chatter. “Enough, stop gossiping.”

It was none other than the other subject of their conversation—Chi Yurorong, the company’s chief perfumer and Chi Yunhan’s so-called sister.

Dressed in a white professional outfit, a mask hanging from her ear and white gloves on her hands, Chi Yurorong had just come from the perfume lab. She spoke softly, “Yunhan, come with me. I need to talk to you.”

The group turned and saw Chi Yunhan standing behind them, her face dark and ready to throw down. Terrified, they scattered like frightened birds.

Chi Yunhan scoffed coldly and looked at Chi Yurorong. “What’s up?”

Chi Yurorong led her to a nearby break room, poured a cup of coffee, and sat down. Glancing at her, she asked, “How’s the perfume bottle design for Twilight coming along?”

“Still working on it,” Chi Yunhan replied.

Chi Yurorong frowned. “Still working on it? If you mess this up and offend Twilight, the acquisition could be delayed, dragging the whole company down. I vouched for you to get this opportunity. Otherwise, the bottle design wouldn’t have even landed in your hands. Do you realize that?”

Chi Yunhan washed her hands silently, then rummaged through her bag for something.

“Why are you so unmotivated?” Chi Yurorong set her cup on the table. “If you weren’t my sister, I wouldn’t even bother with you.”

Seeing Chi Yunhan unmoved, she lowered her voice. “Don’t be ungrateful.”

“Oh, thanks then,” Chi Yunhan said, grabbing her inhibitor spray and spritzing it wildly, some of it landing on Chi Yurorong. Chi Yurorong sneezed and said, “What’s that smell?”

Chi Yunhan didn’t answer. Chi Yurorong sniffed again. “Is that a new perfume you made?”

The scent was unique, blending with the inhibitor’s smell in an intriguing way. At first whiff, the top notes were sharp, with a cool minty edge. As it settled, it gave off an icy, refreshing vibe, perfectly paired with musk—a great summer fragrance.

Chi Yunhan said, “Lick it. There’s camphor in there, made from dew on flower petals.”

Chi Yurorong, following her suggestion, licked it. The taste was bitter, with an odd sensation, but nothing harmful. Perfume is about the scent, after all. Unless someone’s tastes were bizarre, no one buys perfume to drink it.

She asked softly, “What’s this fragrance? What did you make it with?”

“Classic original scent, a time-honored brand. Six God.”

Chi Yurorong’s eyes lit up as she tried to recall which perfume this was. Six God—nice name. Number Six God, God… Six God?

A second later, Chi Yurorong rushed to the sink, retching.

When she turned back, Chi Yunhan had bolted faster than a rabbit, leaving no trace. Furious, Chi Yurorong clenched her fists.

Chi Yunhan stopped running, letting out a cold huff. Her mood soured, and she lost her appetite. She was angry. Unmotivated? Her? If someone with no design background could become a team leader this quickly, who could call that unmotivated? Why did Chi Yurorong get to dismiss her efforts?

Why?

…

After work, Chi Yunhan had hoped Jiang Muning would come find her to leave together. Then she realized she didn’t have Jiang Muning’s phone number. She made plans with colleagues for another time and headed to PFE to find her.

PFE was a global luxury brand, home to the world’s largest and most comprehensive fragrance company. Their perfumes were always exquisite, with people worldwide scrambling to buy them.

Chi Yunhan looked up at the towering building. As a teenager, she had dreamed of becoming a perfumer at PFE. Now, she could only sigh, her fingers brushing the gland on the back of her neck.

No matter. Her wife worked there, so it was close enough.

PFE’s closing hours were irregular, with employees leaving in waves. Afraid of missing Jiang Muning, Chi Yunhan kept peeking inside, tiptoeing. Worried she might embarrass Jiang Muning if she lingered too long, she’d glance, then pace a bit.

Half an hour later, Jiang Muning emerged from the lobby.

Her face was cold, still in the same pristine black suit, barely a wrinkle in sight. Chi Yunhan waved, thinking, Does my wife work standing up all day?

That must be exhausting!

Jiang Muning spotted her and turned to the secretary reaching for keys. “Someone’s picking me up. You don’t need to stay.”

“Shall I drive you?” the secretary asked.

“No need. She has a car,” Jiang Muning said.

“Alright.” The secretary, eager to leave early but dutiful, followed Jiang Muning.

As they walked, the secretary saw a woman under a tree waving at them. Dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, she looked clean and radiated a simple, sunny vibe.

Instantly, the secretary thought, That’s Jiang Muning’s omega.

Nice. Relieved, the secretary drove off.

Jiang Muning stood beside Chi Yunhan, glanced at her, and asked, “Where’s the car?”

“Hang on.” Chi Yunhan dashed off, returning with a shared electric bike. “Come on, don’t worry. I’m a great rider!”

Jiang Muning’s brow twitched. She glanced at the secretary’s car, already disappearing. Too late to call her back.

Chi Yunhan hopped on, patting the seat behind her. “Traffic’s bad at rush hour. This is more convenient. Let’s go home and make something tasty.”

Seeing Jiang Muning hesitate, she tilted her head. “Don’t want to ride?”

“I’ll get a taxi then.” Chi Yunhan dismounted, ready to return the bike, when Jiang Muning stepped forward. Expressionless, she glanced at Chi Yunhan, tucked her briefcase under her arm, and sat down.

She struggled to find a spot for her feet—her legs were too long, forcing her to bend them awkwardly. It felt cramped and unsafe.

Chi Yunhan’s heart stirred. With her wife behind her, she felt secure. Gripping the handlebars, she started the bike. She didn’t want a taxi—she wanted to ride with Jiang Muning, to share a romantic moment.

She felt a bit guilty, though.

She was broke. Too poor.

The bike moved slowly, crawling through the streets. After a while, Chi Yunhan’s backside went numb. She said softly, “I’ll buy a car someday.”

Jiang Muning just hummed.

“With three wheels! No, four wheels!”

Jiang Muning hummed again.

Testing the waters, Chi Yunhan said, “You can hold my waist.”

Her voice was shy, barely audible. Hearing no response, she thought Jiang Muning hadn’t heard over the ride. She shouted, “I said you can hold my waist!”

Jiang Muning replied, “I wasn’t planning to hold your waist.”

“…Oh.”

The response felt off, but Chi Yunhan couldn’t pinpoint why. Jiang Muning never held her waist, and a small pang of disappointment hit her. She added, “If you feel unsteady, you can hold on.”

Regrettably, Jiang Muning still didn’t.

What should’ve been a half-hour trip stretched to an hour and a half. By the time they got home, both were exhausted.

Chi Yunhan rubbed her waist and opened the fridge to start cooking. Glancing back, she saw Jiang Muning sitting in the living room, reviewing documents with a serious expression. But she wasn’t the pristine figure from the office anymore.

Her shoulder-length hair was windblown, her suit wrinkled, and there was a smudge of mud on her pant leg.

Oops, Chi Yunhan had gotten her dirty.

She felt a tiny spark of satisfaction and pride.

Humming, she cooked. Her cooking was decent, passable. But that afternoon, bored, she’d watched some food vlogger videos. Tonight, she was making fish!

Confident, she served the meal and asked Jiang Muning, “How’s the taste?”

“Better than yesterday,” Jiang Muning said.

Chi Yunhan’s heart swelled. She wanted to serve her more fish but felt shy. Holding her bowl, she shoveled rice and asked, “We don’t need inhibitors today, right?”

Inhibitors weren’t great—basically medicine for an omega’s heat. Without an alpha’s mark, an omega’s pheromones could spread uncontrollably, driving alphas wild and leading to non-consensual encounters. Legally, it was a gray area; both parties were victims, driven by instinct. So, unmated omegas used inhibitors.

But medicine was toxic in its own way, bad for the body.

Jiang Muning delicately picked out a fishbone. “No need.”

Chi Yunhan looked up, wanting to ask if she needed pheromone guidance. Jiang Muning cut her off. “No guidance today either. I’m not sensitive to your pheromones.”

Despite her words, Chi Yunhan caught a scent—Jiang Muning’s pheromones, sweeter than yesterday, even masked by perfume.

Chi Yunhan bit her lip, wanting to say something like, Your pheromones are strong. Let’s do guidance, or you’ll be uncomfortable.

Jiang Muning looked at her seriously. “You’re not going out tonight, right?”

“Nope,” Chi Yunhan replied. “Need something? There’s a supermarket nearby. I can grab it.”

Jiang Muning glanced at the living room. It took Chi Yunhan a moment to realize she was asking if she’d sneak around or snoop in rooms.

“I don’t like promiscuous women,” Jiang Muning said suddenly.

Chi Yunhan nearly choked on a fishbone.

She stared at Jiang Muning, who calmly set down her chopsticks, walked into her room, and closed the door. Scratching her head, Chi Yunhan thought, Am I promiscuous? Not at all, right?

After all this time, didn’t Jiang Muning know her better?

Already upset from earlier, Chi Yunhan felt frustrated again. She grew aggrieved, her heart heavy.

What, was Jiang Muning afraid she’d turn into a werewolf at night or something?