My Alpha Has a Split Personality - Chapter 23

Chi Yunhan’s face was flushed with embarrassment. She pulled the blanket up a little higher. The hospital bed was much softer than the one at home, and it even carried a faint fragrance. She turned her head slightly to glance at the two pillows placed side by side on the bed.

 

A perfect pair—how wonderful, how delightful.

 

The only thing ruining the moment was Jiang Muning standing by the bed, wearing an utterly “life-is-hopeless” expression. She was really putting on an act—her acting skills were top-notch. That flirtatious demeanor she had shown when visiting Chi Yunhan’s place last time had been far more genuine. Honestly, with looks like hers, it was a shame she wasn’t in showbiz.

 

Then again, the entertainment industry was a cesspool. Jiang Muning had a strong personality—she’d never compromise her principles, and that would inevitably make her enemies.

 

Jiang Muning sat for a while before getting up to pour herself a cup of tea. It was too hot, so she walked over to the window, one hand tucked into her pocket, her gaze heavy as she let out a soft sigh, looking somewhat melancholic.

 

“I’m a little thirsty too,” Chi Yunhan said.

 

Jiang Muning poured her a cup and handed it over. “Be careful, it’s hot.”

 

“Huh?” Chi Yunhan, who had been about to gulp it down, switched to small sips instead. After spending so much time with Jiang Muning, she had learned to pick up on even the subtlest shifts in her mood.

 

A few days ago, Jiang Muning would’ve just handed her the tea without another word. But now, she had added a “be careful.” What did that mean? It meant their relationship had gone from lukewarm to boiling—just like water heating up.

 

Before long, a few tea leaves would probably be added, infusing it with fragrance and depth.

 

Chi Yunhan sipped slowly while Jiang Muning stood there for a moment before drifting back to the window.

 

“Aren’t you going to sleep?” Chi Yunhan asked.

 

“You go ahead.”

 

Jiang Muning remained standing for so long that Chi Yunhan nearly wilted from waiting. Her mind raced—was Jiang Muning scheming again? That woman had too many tricks up her sleeve, always up to no good.

 

Chi Yunhan burrowed under the blanket, tucking her shirt neatly into her pants. If she accidentally fell asleep and woke up the next day to find her clothes disheveled, that would mean Jiang Muning had been getting handsy.

 

A girl had to protect herself out here.

 

Chi Yunhan lay on her side, scrolling through her phone. After about ten minutes, she glanced at Jiang Muning again. “I really think you should sleep. Even though you’re on sick leave, you still need to take care of yourself. Staying up late isn’t good.”

 

“I know. I’m going to shower.” Jiang Muning closed her laptop and grabbed her clothes. Just before stepping into the bathroom, she glanced back—Chi Yunhan had disappeared under the blanket, which was now shifting around mysteriously.

 

After showering and drying her hair, Jiang Muning pushed the door open, steam billowing out. The room outside was silent—Chi Yunhan had fallen asleep, though her phone was still clutched in her hand.

 

As Jiang Muning approached the bed, she stepped on something. Looking down, she saw Chi Yunhan’s suit pants—wearing them as pajamas must have been too restrictive. She folded them neatly and set them aside.

 

She had been staying alone in the hospital room all this time, with no extra bedding or additional bed. Jiang Muning opened the drawer, took out a medicine bottle, shook a few pills into her palm, and swallowed them with water.

 

Finally, she lay down to sleep. The two pillows were side by side. After hesitating for a long moment, she turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness. Her eyes stayed wide open, fixed on the ceiling.

 

It was hard to relax her mental energy. Jiang Muning tried to prop herself up when a faint, delicate fragrance drifted over. At the same time, Chi Yunhan, who was sleeping beside her, turned over, lying on her side with her back facing Jiang Muning.

 

The scent emanated from Chi Yunhan’s neck, intermittent, seeping out bit by bit with her breathing. It was intoxicating—so much so that Jiang Muning could barely resist taking a deep breath.

 

Jiang Muning let out a muffled groan and shifted away, but the fragrance seemed to have legs, chasing after her, enveloping her tightly. It wasn’t unpleasant; in fact, it was soothing, giving her a floating, drowsy sensation.

 

And so, she was drawn back, her gaze returning to Chi Yunhan.

 

Chi Yunhan was a restless sleeper—perhaps unused to the bed—constantly tossing and turning. She flipped onto her back again, kicking the blanket off in the process.

 

The scent faded, leaving only lingering wisps that stubbornly tempted Jiang Muning, stirring an impulse to pull Chi Yunhan close and inhale deeply.

 

She took a deep breath, restraining herself.

 

Chi Yunhan’s legs tangled with the blanket, bare and squirming, eventually pressing against Jiang Muning. Worst of all, she even ground her teeth.

 

The sounds and movements blended into the night, becoming a lullaby.

 

Chi Yunhan finally kicked the blanket off entirely and turned away again.

 

Jiang Muning propped herself up, grabbed the blanket, and draped it over Chi Yunhan’s waist. Remembering the words she hadn’t clearly seen earlier, she glanced down—this time, she saw them clearly. Then, silently, she covered her back up.

 

On the pink underwear were printed a few small words: I’m gonna be a rich woman!

 

This omega certainly had ambition.

 

…

 

When Jiang Muning woke up, the bed was empty. Chi Yunhan had already left for work, leaving only a pink sticky note on the pillow.

 

Chi Yunhan: Gone for work~ Borrowed your clothes~

 

Jiang Muning held it for a moment before sticking it back and getting up.

 

Just then, her secretary knocked and entered. The secretary had only returned at seven in the morning—she was supposed to handle business in a neighboring province, but her car had broken down halfway. The car behind hadn’t braked in time, resulting in a rear-end collision that left both vehicles immobilized. In the end, they had to call the police to tow the cars away.

 

By the time the secretary reached the hospital, Chi Yunhan happened to be walking out in Jiang Muning’s clothes, startling her so badly she wondered if she’d died on the highway and her ghost had floated back, hallucinating.

 

Chi Yunhan, however, seemed cheerful, greeting her before covering her face and scurrying off, bashful.

 

The secretary couldn’t help but ask, “Last night, you two…”

 

“Nothing happened between us,” Jiang Muning answered firmly.

 

The secretary froze, unsure how to respond to that. Seeing Jiang Muning’s dead-serious expression, she nodded. “Yes, of course. You’ve always been… disciplined.”

 

An omega climbed into your bed, and you still held back? Maybe my earlier jab was right—are you really that… incapable?

 

With that thought, the secretary’s voice softened considerably. Gently, she asked, “So… your mental energy didn’t go out of control last night?”

 

“No. I slept straight through till morning.” After washing up, Jiang Muning looked refreshed, unusually relaxed, her brows smooth for once. “I slept the entire night without waking up once.”

 

The secretary was shocked. “Are you sure you didn’t wake up? Before, you also didn’t realize you woke up at night, but in reality, you went clubbing and drinking for three consecutive nights until you collapsed from exhaustion. It wasn’t until we installed surveillance that we found out…”

 

“Ahem—” Jiang Muning’s expression turned serious again.

 

The secretary pressed her lips together, stopping herself from revealing more, and rephrased her words. “If that’s the case, then perhaps you should sleep with Miss Chi again. Maybe she’s the antidote you need, and you could recover sooner.”

 

Jiang Muning fell silent for several minutes, seemingly weighing the reliability of this suggestion. But the moment she thought of sleeping, those bold words flashed before her eyes.

 

“I want to be a rich woman!”

 

What kind of ambition was this? Who would print such a bold declaration on their underwear?

 

“Arrange for a doctor first,” Jiang Muning said.

 

“Understood.” The secretary was already dialing when Jiang Muning added, “Contact Professor Auslight and have her come to the country as soon as possible.”

 

The secretary swiftly switched numbers.

 

Auslight was Jiang Muning’s primary physician. For the past few years, Jiang Muning had been under her treatment, but the results were minimal. Later, Auslight proposed a new method, which Jiang Muning refused, leading to a disagreement. Jiang Muning stopped accepting Auslight’s treatments altogether, and Auslight, with shocking lack of medical ethics, told her, “Then just wait to explode.”

 

Now, reaching out to Auslight showed how desperate Jiang Muning had become.

 

It would take at least three days for Auslight to arrive. In the meantime, Jiang Muning underwent domestic examinations, all conservative treatments, with strict orders not to leak any information to the outside world.

 

Jiang Muning lay in the treatment pod, eyes closed as the machine conducted its scans. Her calm demeanor astonished the entire medical team.

 

In the past, if Jiang Muning closed her eyes for more than ten minutes, her pheromones and psychic energy would begin to riot. At best, the machine might detect a trace of psychic energy to gauge her condition. At worst, the entire machine—or even the treatment room—could explode.

 

Thus, Jiang Muning had to maintain high psychic energy levels during the day. No matter how exhausted she was, she couldn’t afford to close her eyes, or her psychic energy and pheromones would fluctuate wildly. In just a few minutes, everyone could witness multiple versions of her.

 

Half an hour later, everything remained stable. Jiang Muning pushed herself up from the pod, frowning as she massaged her temples. “How do you feel?” the doctor asked.

 

“Not great,” Jiang Muning admitted truthfully.

 

The doctor glanced at the results and analyzed, “Compared to your previous condition, you’re doing much better now. Have you considered accepting an Omega’s Soothing? It’s more effective than any medication.”

 

Jiang Muning, still pressing her temples, turned her head to look at the doctor and firmly said, “No.”

 

“…But there’s no better treatment plan at the moment. You really should try,” the doctor persisted. “If it doesn’t suit you, we can stop immediately.”

 

Jiang Muning shot him a glance and repeated her earlier words.

 

As an Alpha himself, the doctor felt his scalp tingle under Jiang Muning’s gaze and didn’t dare press further. “Then there’s nothing more I can do,” he conceded.

 

If even machines struggled to withstand her pheromones and psychic energy, how could a normal person? Unless they were willing to risk their life attempting to provide Soothing.

 

Others might not understand Jiang Muning’s stubbornness, but her secretary did. Jiang Muning might have a cold tongue, but her heart was soft.

 

If a person wasn’t ruthless, they’d only suffer themselves.

 

The secretary briefly recounted yesterday’s events, and the previously dejected doctor’s eyes suddenly lit up.

 

Before she could even make a request, Jiang Muning took the initiative to speak, “I’ll do my best to try one more time.”

 

The excited doctor went to fetch his notebook, saying, “I’ll make sure to document everything thoroughly. You can rest assured and sleep. Today, I’ll have my team stationed outside to monitor your nighttime activities around the clock.”

 

He was happier than if he’d reached the pinnacle of his career, eagerly discussing tonight’s arrangements with his assistant and the secretary.

 

As they were talking, an overwhelming aura suddenly pressed down on them. His body lurched forward violently. Fortunately, he was an Alpha—otherwise, facing such pressure, he would’ve at least suffered a nosebleed.

 

Jiang Muning said coldly, “In your dreams.”

 

The doctor was stunned. His assistant beside him remarked, “Professor, you’re really bold to dare watch President Jiang’s wedding night. You’re truly a fearless warrior.”

 

After leaving the examination room, Jiang Muning checked her reflection in the mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles on her clothes. “What time is it now?”

 

“Are you heading to the company?”

 

The secretary handed over the suit jacket, but Jiang Muning raised a hand to stop her. Then, her fingers moved to her chest, undoing the buttons one by one—first one, then two, then three.

 

Finally, she held the jacket in her hand, noticing the wrinkles near the collar. She reached out to smooth them meticulously, leaving no detail unattended with her serious and precise demeanor.

 

Jiang Muning said, “I’m going to pick up my Omega from work.”

 

“But it’s only 11 a.m. Your Omega gets off at 6 p.m.,” the secretary ventured cautiously.

 

Jiang Muning paused, then simply said, “Oh.”

 

The atmosphere grew awkward. The secretary quickly sought to ease the tension by placing a laptop on the table. “President Jiang, this is the formula sent by ‘Dailan’ Perfume Company. They mentioned they’re missing an essential oil and want to sell the formula to us. Please take a look—should we purchase it?”

 

At the same time, she added, “We’ve given them enough time. If we don’t launch a new product by next month, we’ll miss the peak season for summer fragrances. It would have a significant impact on the company, and the losses would be severe.”

 

Although PFE had strict standards, they always prioritized the quality of perfumes above all else. Whenever they encountered an exceptional fragrance, they never cared about launch schedules or potential losses.

 

“Send me the formula.”

 

“It’s already in your inbox.”

 

The secretary brought over a secure case containing sealed sample perfume bottles and scent strips—all samples provided by Dailan.

 

Jiang Muning glanced at them. “Why are they sealed so tightly?”

 

The secretary explained, “They said this batch has a particularly unique scent profile. They hope you can offer some guidance and suggestions.”

 

Jiang Muning opened the email and casually picked up the coffee cup beside her. The hospital’s internet was slow, so she waited a moment. Just as she lifted the coffee to her lips, her eyes landed on the words on the screen—and the next second, she turned toward the trash can and retched violently.

 

“President Jiang, what’s wrong?”

 

“That smell… retch.”

 

Jiang Muning gagged several times in succession, her face turning pale. In a panic, the secretary grabbed the perfume bottle on the table and pulled out the glass stopper—but before she could even bring it closer, she too let out a loud “UGH!”

 

The scent from the bottle was overwhelmingly potent. She hurriedly tried to reseal it but accidentally spilled some. Both their expressions turned increasingly grim.

 

Then, the two of them bolted out of the ward together.

 

The lingering scent was overwhelming—even with the door closed, the smell was still noticeable. The secretary quickly apologized, “President Jiang, I’ll investigate immediately. Someone must have tampered with the sample fragrance. I never imagined someone would dare to interfere like this.”

 

Jiang Muning was still retching, pressing a wet tissue to her nose. “No, this is the fragrance they sent. The formula clearly states it uses civet musk and indole—identical to the sample fragrance.”

 

Even though the secretary wasn’t a perfumer, she knew the scents of these ingredients and couldn’t fathom their purpose. “What are they trying to achieve?”

 

Everyone in the perfume industry knew Jiang Muning had a heightened sensitivity to smells. For someone to send such a thing was practically an attempt on her life.

 

The secretary said, “Don’t worry, I’ll get to the bottom of this. Should we continue our collaboration with Delan?”

 

Jiang Muning didn’t answer directly, but the secretary could read her expression—cooperation was out of the question. Dream on.

 

“Should I call a doctor for you?” the secretary asked.

 

Jiang Muning turned toward the air vent, letting the breeze hit her face.

 

“A doctor won’t help,” Jiang Muning said.

 

Her mind was restless, fixated on one thought—only one scent could ease her condition now: Chi Yunhan’s pheromones.

 

Moreover, she had the strange illusion that she’d smelled this foul odor before.

 

Jiang Muning asked again, “What time is it now?”

 

The secretary replied, “Only half an hour has passed.”

 

Jiang Muning said, “I’ll wait a little longer.”

 

“But I suggest you go now.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I’m afraid if you wait any longer, you might faint before your Omega arrives.” The secretary glanced at Jiang Muning’s expression and half-expected her to storm back in for another whiff, inhaling until she convulsed.

 

The next second, Jiang Muning—who had always cherished fragrances like her life—angrily declared, “Whoever created this scent is a disgrace, a blight on the perfume industry.”

 

……

 

At the company, Chi Yunhan was lounging in the breakroom, chatting idly with colleagues when she heard a commotion outside. Curious, she grabbed her cup and went to investigate.

 

She saw a crowd heading toward the perfumery lab and raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? Everyone’s that brave now? The lab just reopened, and the smell hasn’t even dissipated yet, and people are already rushing in?”

 

The thought irked her. Chi Yurong’s resurgence was happening too fast—she hadn’t even had time to savor the satisfaction of revenge.

 

“What’s going on?” a colleague from another department said. “The police are here. They’re taking Chi Yurong in for questioning. She’s in trouble.”

 

“Oh?” Chi Yunhan’s interest was piqued. “What kind of trouble?”

 

Just then, Chi Yurong was escorted down. She was still in her work uniform, one ear loop of her mask dangling haphazardly. Once the epitome of a poised, gentle domme, she now looked utterly disheveled.

 

Chi Yurong was desperately pleading her case. “You must have the wrong person! There’s no way I did this. There has to be some mistake.”

 

“Miss Chi, our colleagues have already found evidence in your perfumery lab. Please cooperate with our investigation,” the officer, an Alpha, said, his face slightly contorted. “This smell really is overpowering—no wonder Twilight couldn’t handle it.”

 

The crowd of onlookers grew larger. Chi Yurong, who cared deeply about her reputation—especially with Chi Yunhan standing nearby holding a teacup, looking like she was just there for the spectacle—bit her lip, glared at Chi Yunhan, and followed the police out.

 

“What exactly happened to her?” Chi Yunhan nudged the person beside her and asked.

 

The person lowered their voice and whispered, “I heard Twilight called the police. She said Chi Yurong tried to poison her…”

 

“Pfft—” Chi Yunhan choked on her tea. “Chi Yurong poisoned Twilight? H-how is that possible? Are you sure the information’s correct?”

 

Another colleague nodded vigorously. “No mistake. I heard the same thing—it was definitely poisoning Twilight. You know those awful-smelling perfumes Chi Yurong’s been blending lately? Most people can’t even stand the stench. She actually sent the formula over, along with a concentrated sample. Tsk tsk. Twilight took one whiff, foamed at the mouth, rolled her eyes, and passed out.”

 

Chi Yunhan was stunned. “It was that bad?”

 

“Exactly that bad. Twilight is a fragrance evaluator and connoisseur—her sense of smell is way more sensitive than a perfumer’s. That kind of scent… that kind of stench, for her, was like slow-acting poison. Practically a form of murder.”

 

Of course, Chi Yunhan knew that. But she never imagined Chi Yurong would actually dare send it to Twilight. Had Chi Yurong even considered the consequences?

 

She had. She definitely had.

 

So why did she do it?

 

Because the formula came from Chi Yunhan. Chi Yurong had taken plenty of formulas from her before, always reaping benefits. Naturally, she was willing to gamble this time.

 

The company was full of gossip lovers, and news spread quickly. It turned out Chi Yurong had only sent the formula, but the company, eager to collaborate with Twilight, had gone the extra mile and sent the distilled essence as a goodwill gesture.

 

Who knew it would backfire so spectacularly?

 

After hearing all this, Chi Yunhan felt a little guilty. The formula had come from her, and she did feel somewhat sorry for Twilight—though not too guilty. She genuinely hadn’t expected Chi Yurong to blend something so foul, nor had she anticipated the company’s meddling.

 

She sent Twilight a message, asking after her with concern.

 

Twilight didn’t reply. After waiting a while, she glanced at Jiang Muning’s account and considered sending her a message too.

 

By the afternoon, Chi Yurong still hadn’t returned, and the rumors in the company grew wilder. Even their design studio was buzzing about it.

 

Xiao Li at the front said, “You know, the fragrance industry has strict rules. If you make a serious mistake, you can be stripped of your perfumer title—banned from blending for life.”

 

Chi Yunhan returned to her seat. She knew this better than anyone. Chi Yurong had mocked her openly in the company before, practically shouting it through a megaphone to rub salt in her wounds.

 

Xiao Li continued, “First: using addictive essential oils to create perfume that induces dependency—basically ‘perfume drugs.’ I think a minor did that once, and the punishment was brutal. Second: creating bizarre perfumes just for shock value—like toxic, foul-smelling fumes.”

 

Perfume, as the name suggests, is meant to be fragrant—enhancing the mood, the very embodiment of romance. It should be changeable at will, neither addictive nor repulsive or nauseating.

 

Clearly, Chi Yurong had stepped on the second landmine.

 

Xiao Li remarked, “Chi Yurong really messed up this time. If Twilight sues her, she’s done for—definitely getting her license revoked. She probably won’t be able to work as a perfumer anymore.”

 

Hearing this, Chi Yunhan was overjoyed. With wicked glee, she hoped Twilight would sue Chi Yurong immediately. She asked, “Will her license really be revoked? Banned from the perfume industry for good?”

 

Everyone nodded. “Absolutely.”

 

Chi Yunhan felt a surge of vindictive satisfaction. Damn, this felt too good. After work, she’d order a suona and blow it right in Chi Yurong’s face with all her might.

 

Oh, I should also buy some food to celebrate with Jiang Muning and share this good news with her. Jiang Muning had mentioned before when she visited her home that she loved seeing her parents so furious they could hardly breathe.

 

I wonder how happy Jiang Muning will be when she finds out about this.

 

Hehe.