My Alpha Has a Dual Personality (GL) - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Chi Yunhan kept mulling over the matter. Was she really that shameless?

She never recklessly released pheromones, okay?

Unless Twilight pissed her off!

Fuming, she stormed to the bathroom to shower. When she came out, Jiang Muning had already washed the dishes, one sleeve rolled up, her slender arm glistening with water droplets, carrying a touch of domestic warmth. They crossed paths as Jiang Muning walked over.

Jiang Muning went into her room, then pushed the door open again, her gaze sweeping over Chi Yunhan. She repeated, “You’re not going out tonight, right?”

“…No way I’m going out!”

Chi Yunhan slammed the door, swearing to herself she’d never come out, not even if Jiang Muning called for her—unless Jiang Muning came knocking to apologize.

Hah, today you act all high and mighty, but tomorrow I’ll make you regret it!

Chi Yunhan gritted her teeth, growing angrier by the second. A slightly “malicious” thought crept in: she hoped Jiang Muning would hit her susceptible period soon—like, today—and come running to her, desperate and distraught, kneeling by her bed, begging, “Please, please touch me, comfort me, it’s so unbearable…”

That pitiful, vulnerable look—where was all that coldness, that untouchable aura now? Tossed to the ground in front of her.

The image was thrilling. Chi Yunhan indulged in the fantasy, humming smugly with her legs crossed, her mood lifting. She got up and knocked on Jiang Muning’s door. “I think we need to clear things up. Trust is the most important thing between two people. Unless you’re ready for guidance, I won’t force you or do anything excessive. I’m a very proper person!”

She stood at the door, earnestly declaring, “I swear, I won’t force you. I’m someone who keeps her word. You should trust me!”

After she spoke, the surroundings fell as quiet as when she’d first stepped out—no echo, no response.

Chi Yunhan knocked again. “Are you asleep?”

Finally, a sound came from inside.

Jiang Muning’s low voice answered, “Didn’t you say you weren’t coming out tonight?”

“…”

Chi Yunhan wanted to curse. She turned to head back to her room, glaring at the door. “That’s different! I’m not the kind of woman who comes out at night half-naked, acting all loose. I’m a proper, respectable lady!”

“I didn’t say you were,” Jiang Muning clarified.

But her voice was so soft that Chi Yunhan barely heard it. Her temper flared fast and faded just as quickly. After venting to Jiang Muning, she sulked for a bit, rolled over, and fell asleep.

Still, Jiang Muning’s comment about being “loose” gnawed at her. That night, Chi Yunhan wore a bra to bed—something she never did when she lived alone.

In the morning, she felt a bit off, stretching her neck as she got up. Jiang Muning was already in the bathroom, brushing her teeth, lips covered in foam. She gave Chi Yunhan a sidelong glance before rinsing her mouth.

“Aren’t you hot in all that?” Chi Yunhan yawned, eyeing Jiang Muning’s tightly buttoned-up outfit. She wanted to say there was no need to wear a suit and tie at home—it was so stuffy, so restrictive. Something light and breezy would be much more comfortable.

When she was on break, Chi Yunhan loved lounging in pajamas, rolling out of bed as is—so free, no burden on the body.

She glanced again and noticed Jiang Muning adjusting her tie, tucking it into her shirt and smoothing her clothes. “Not hot,” Jiang Muning said.

Fine. If Jiang Muning said she was cool, what could Chi Yunhan do?

She waited for Jiang Muning to finish before brushing her own teeth, squeezing toothpaste as she outlined the day’s plans. “I have to go back home today.”

“Where?” Jiang Muning asked.

Chi Yunhan, toothbrush in mouth, mumbled, “My parents’ place. I moved out, but they asked me to come back for dinner.” She studied Jiang Muning’s expression, testing the waters. “Wanna come with me?”

Jiang Muning declined. Chi Yunhan let out an “oh,” feeling both disappointed and relieved. With her family’s situation, she wouldn’t know how to handle it if Jiang Muning tagged along.

Jiang Muning prepared breakfast—toast with eggs and a slice of cheese. Simple ingredients, but it tasted good. Chi Yunhan, who usually skipped breakfast, sipped her milk, warmth spreading through her. She really didn’t want to go.

“You look pale,” Jiang Muning said suddenly, glancing at her.

“It’s nothing. Just thinking the trip’s a bit far, and I don’t really want to go.” Chi Yunhan shrugged, then looked at Jiang Muning expectantly. “They don’t treat me well.”

She was fishing for some comfort.

But Jiang Muning was cold, speaking slowly, eating her food as if she hadn’t heard, barely engaging.

Chi Yunhan felt a pang of disappointment and got up to leave.

At the door, Jiang Muning’s puzzled voice stopped her. “I don’t think talking to people you don’t like creates any business value. It’s like chatting with garbage—a waste of everyone’s time.”

“Sudden kindness just means they want to squeeze out whatever value you have left.”

Chi Yunhan: “?”

Jiang Muning asked, “Are you trying to be a landfill?”

Chi Yunhan shook her head vigorously.

Jiang Muning continued, “I suggest you give up that career. Landfills are already monopolized by the big four companies. If you insist on it, you’ll just be picking up scraps.”

She finished, pulling out a tissue to wipe her mouth slowly.

Chi Yunhan was stunned. Her wife’s words were harsh but razor-sharp and adorable. She was so right!

How did she hit the nail on the head like that?

Suddenly, Chi Yunhan felt warm and empowered. She nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll be back early!”

…

After becoming an adult, Chi Yunhan had moved out and rarely returned home. After talking with Chi Yurorong the previous day, Chi Yurorong passed on a message that their family wanted her back for dinner.

She didn’t go straight there. Instead, she stopped by Lu Xiangyuan’s place to help her move. Lu Xiangyuan felt like someone had been following her lately, so she relocated to a safer neighborhood. They worked until evening. On the way, Chi Yunhan bought a bottle of mineral water and some small gifts before heading to the Chi family.

The Chi family wasn’t wealthy—just middle-class. They owned a 200-square-meter apartment in the city. Her mom was a university professor, her dad a doctor, and her sister, Chi Yurorong, a perfumer.

At the door, Chi Yunhan entered the code, but it didn’t work. She rang the bell. Father Chi opened the door, greeting her warmly. “You’re here! Dinner’s ready.”

The table was set with food. Mother Chi was already seated, glancing up at her coolly. “Your sister’s working late and won’t be home. There’s something I need to say.”

Chi Yunhan nodded, sitting down with a bowl.

As Mother Chi picked at her food, she said, “I heard you botched a contract for half a month and nearly offended the client, right? And that contract was through your sister, wasn’t it?”

What nonsense. She hadn’t even met the client—how could she have offended them?

“Your sister couldn’t say this, so I will. If you can’t handle it, don’t drag her down. She’s in a critical phase of her career. Don’t hold her back.”

Her tone was stern. Father Chi nudged her. “What are you saying? Don’t talk like that in front of the kid. Yunhan gets it.” He turned to Chi Yunhan. “Don’t listen to your mom’s nonsense. Once your sister’s settled, she’ll definitely support you. Just listen to her at work. Come on, eat.”

He placed a chicken drumstick in her bowl.

Chi Yunhan put it back, staring at the greasy piece in her bowl, suddenly nauseated, fighting the urge to vomit. “Anything else?” she asked.

Mother Chi said, “As long as you behave, there won’t be any issues.”

Chi Yunhan forced a smile. Jiang Muning’s words were too powerful—she couldn’t stop thinking about sitting at a table with two pieces of garbage.

It made her… want to puke.

Sitting up straight, she said seriously, “I don’t think talking to people I don’t like creates any business value. It’s like chatting with garbage—a waste of everyone’s time.”

Mother Chi’s brow furrowed. “What nonsense are you spouting?”

“You just want to squeeze out whatever value I have left.”

“But I’m not in the mood to be a landfill lately. Oh, and by the way, landfills are monopolized by the big four companies. If you insist on being garbage, you can go to them—they’ll sort you out.”

Mother Chi’s eyes widened, her chopsticks trembling as she slammed them on the table. “Chi Yunhan, you think you’re tough now, huh?”

Father Chi tried to mediate. “Yunhan, how can you talk to your mom like that? She’s just looking out for you. We’ve heard about your situation at work.”

“I’m doing fine. I’m a team leader now. I don’t need her help. Everything I have, I earned myself.” Chi Yunhan adjusted her clothes slowly. “Stop taking credit for my work.”

She stood, intending to go upstairs to grab her things. She’d left in a hurry when she moved out, leaving books and some perfumes she’d blended herself. She wanted to take everything and never come back.

“Stop!” Mother Chi frowned, blocking her. Even Father Chi stood up. Mother Chi snapped, “What are you going upstairs for? Don’t let me see you again, you ungrateful thing.”

“Get out!”

Chi Yunhan ignored them, heading to her old room to pack her books. She looked for her old notebook but couldn’t find it. After a quick cleanup, she left.

Mother Chi was seething, breathing heavily. Chi Yunhan didn’t spare her a glance, grabbing the gifts she’d brought and peeling an orange as she walked out.

She slammed the door behind her, putting distance between them.

Inside, Mother Chi clutched her chest. Father Chi asked nervously, “What’s wrong with Yunhan? Did she find out? Why’s she so bold today?”

“Even if she found out, so what? She’s just ungrateful! A white-eyed wolf, raised for nothing!”

…

Chi Yunhan wasn’t bold—she was just heartbroken.

Her family had always favored her sister, valuing Alphas over Omegas. No, it wasn’t even that—before she’d differentiated into an Omega, they’d treated her poorly.

As a kid, she didn’t understand. She’d always tried to please her parents, but they were cold. Her dad was slightly better, but her mom was harsh, even cruel. At eighteen, she moved out.

Of course, no one tried to stop her or help carry her things.

Chi Yurorong would visit her, and they’d have dinner once a month. Chi Yunhan could never harden her heart completely—she was too lonely, always yearning for a family.

She really wanted a home, to be loved.

Chi Yunhan thought to herself: If you don’t like me, fine. I’ll love myself—super love, the kind of love that’s off the charts.

And my wife will love me too.

At the neighborhood entrance, she got off the bus. It was dark, and the fruit stall was closing, offering discounts. She bought a bag of fruit and a big watermelon, thinking she’d split it—one half for her, one for Jiang Muning. They could watch TV together.

She took a deep breath.

Carrying her bags, Chi Yunhan rode the elevator back, rang the doorbell, but no one answered. She knocked twice, then used her key to open the door.

Inside, the living room was empty. She closed the door, changed into slippers, and headed to the bedroom to find Jiang Muning. Taking one step, she froze, the bags slipping from her hands.

In the kitchen stood a woman dressed in something revealing. How revealing? A white lace shawl draped over her shoulders, with a mature black lingerie set underneath. The shawl slipped, exposing rounded shoulders.

The woman, facing away, was pouring tea, taking a sip.

Her swan-like neck tilted, her straight shoulders lifting slightly—sensual and alluring. Chi Yunhan’s anger flared. She’d been gone one day, and Jiang Muning brought someone home? Giving her this kind of betrayal? Damn it!

“Jiang Muning!” Chi Yunhan yelled toward the bedroom. “Get out here!”

The woman turned abruptly. “What?”

Then Chi Yunhan saw that this sensual, alluring woman had Jiang Muning’s face—that same cool, detached face.

Her peach-blossom eyes tilted upward, red lips glistening, utterly captivating.

Holding her cup, the woman asked, “Need something?”

In that instant—bang.

Chi Yunhan’s hand shook, and the watermelon dropped.