My Alpha Has a Split Personality - Chapter 3

Despite the client being very picky, Chi Yunhan was still full of motivation. As the saying goes, “It takes ten years to sharpen a sword.” She refused to believe that after drawing hundreds or even thousands of sketches, she still couldn’t win over Twilight.

At noon, Chi Yunhan went to grab lunch. She had initially wanted to invite Lu Xiangyuan along, but Lu Xiangyuan’s department was swamped with work. As a craftsman who specialized in making perfume bottles, Lu Xiangyuan might seem delicate, but she was actually incredibly skilled. With a few blows and molds of the glass in her hands, the bottles took shape effortlessly.

Chi Yunhan headed to the cafeteria alone. Along the way, she overheard people gossiping—something she loved to indulge in—so she quickly moved closer to listen.

“Chi Yurong is amazing. If it weren’t for her, our small perfume company would never have caught Twilight’s attention. Once the acquisition goes through, we’ll leap straight into the ranks of top-tier luxury brands.”

Another person chimed in, “Twilight is so doting—buying the entire company just for Chi Yurong. I heard she’s an Alpha. But pheromones between Alphas repel each other, so an Alpha-Alpha relationship seems pretty tough.”

“Well, given how well Twilight treats Chi Yurong, she must be a decent person. It’s just that Chi Yunhan lacks ability—that’s why she’s disliked. By the way, did you know Chi Yunhan used to be a perfumer but got banned from competitions?”

“I’m not sure about that, but Chi Yurong is Chi Yunhan’s sister. Chi Yunhan only got into the company because of her. Compared to Chi Yurong, who’s so gentle, Chi Yunhan falls short in every way…”

Hah. So, the gossip was about her.

Chi Yunhan felt her fists clench. Just as she was about to step in and throw a few punches, someone intervened. “Enough. Stop the chatter.”

The person who arrived was none other than the other subject of their gossip—Chi Yurong, the company’s chief perfumer and Chi Yunhan’s so-called sister.

Dressed in a white professional suit, a mask hanging from her ear, and wearing white gloves, Chi Yurong had just stepped out of 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 with fury, looking ready to throw hands. Terrified, they scattered instantly.

Chi Yunhan scoffed coldly and turned to Chi Yurong. “What is it?”

Chi Yurong led her to a nearby break room, poured herself a cup of coffee, and sat down. She glanced at Chi Yunhan and asked, “How’s the perfume bottle for Twilight coming along?”

“Still working on it,” Chi Yunhan replied.

Chi Yurong frowned. “Why is it still in progress? If Twilight is offended and the acquisition gets delayed, the entire company will suffer. I vouched for you to get this opportunity—otherwise, the bottle design would never have landed in your hands. Do you understand?”

Chi Yunhan washed her hands silently and rummaged through her bag without a word.

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

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

“Oh, well, thank you then.” Chi Yunhan grabbed the Suppressant and sprayed it haphazardly, accidentally hitting Chi Yurong a few times. Chi Yurong sneezed and asked, “What’s this smell?”

Chi Yunhan didn’t answer. She sniffed again. “Is this a new perfume you mixed?”

The scent was unique, blended with something unfamiliar that mingled perfectly with the Suppressant’s aroma.

At first whiff, the top notes were sharp, carrying a refreshing hint of mint. As the scent settled, it left a cool, icy sensation, paired flawlessly with musk—a perfect fragrance for summer.

Chi Yunhan said, “Take another lick. There’s borneol in it, made from dew collected on flower petals.”

Chi Yurong obediently licked some, finding the taste bitter and oddly peculiar. Still, it wasn’t harmful. After all, perfume was about the scent—no one bought it to drink unless they had peculiar tastes.

She asked softly, “What fragrance is this? What did you use to make it?”

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

Chi Yurong’s eyes lit up as she tried to recall which numbered perfume this was. “Six God… not a bad name. Number Six God… God… Six Gods?”

The next second, Chi Yurong turned and braced herself against the sink, retching violently.

By the time she looked back, Chi Yunhan had bolted faster than a rabbit, vanishing without a trace. Furious, Chi Yurong clenched her fists.

Chi Yunhan stopped in her tracks and snorted, her mood souring. She didn’t even feel like eating anymore. She was angry—how dare Chi Yurong dismiss her efforts?

Who else could rise to a team leader position so quickly despite starting from scratch in design? What right did Chi Yurong have to belittle her hard work?

What right?!

…

After work that evening, Chi Yunhan initially thought Jiang Muning would come to pick her up. Then she realized she didn’t even have Jiang Muning’s phone number. She made plans to meet her colleagues another time and headed to PFE to find her instead.

PFE was an international luxury brand, home to the world’s largest and most comprehensive fragrance company. Every year, their perfumes were masterpieces, eagerly snapped up by the public.

Chi Yunhan looked up at the towering building before her. In her youth, she had dreamed of becoming a perfumer at PFE. Now, she could only sigh wistfully, her fingers unconsciously brushing over the gland at the nape of her neck.

Oh well. Her wife had made it in—so in a roundabout way, she had too.

PFE’s employees left in waves, with no fixed schedule. Afraid of missing Jiang Muning, Chi Yunhan stood on tiptoe, peering inside intermittently. Not wanting to embarrass Jiang Muning by lingering too long, she alternated between glancing inside and pacing around.

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

Her expression was cold, and she wore the same pristine black suit, nearly wrinkle-free. Chi Yunhan waved, wondering, Does my wife work standing up all day?

Goodness, that must be exhausting!

Jiang Muning spotted her and turned to the secretary beside her, who was about to fetch the car keys. “Someone’s here to pick me up. You don’t need to follow.”

“Shall I drive you home?” the secretary offered.

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

“Understood.” Though eager to leave, the secretary dutifully accompanied Jiang Muning downstairs.

As they reached the entrance, a woman waved at them from under a tree. Dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, she exuded a simple, sunny charm when she smiled.

The first thing that came to her mind was that it must be Jiang Muning’s omega.

Good, the secretary thought as she drove away with relief.

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

“Wait a second.” Chi Yunhan dashed off quickly and pushed over a shared electric scooter from the roadside. “Here, don’t worry, I’m a great driver!”

Jiang Muning’s brow twitched slightly. When she turned her head, all she saw was the rear of the secretary’s car disappearing in the blink of an eye—too far to call back now.

Chi Yunhan swung her leg over the scooter and patted the seat behind her. “Everything gets stuck in traffic after work, but this is way more convenient. I’ll make something delicious for dinner tonight.”

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

“Then I’ll just call a cab.” Chi Yunhan started to get off and push the scooter back when Jiang Muning stepped forward. Expressionless, she gave Chi Yunhan a look, tucked her briefcase under one arm, and sat down.

She shifted to find a place for her feet, but her legs were too long, making it awkward. She had to bend them uncomfortably, feeling anything but secure.

Chi Yunhan’s heart fluttered a little. Having her wife sitting behind her felt incredibly reassuring. Gripping the handlebars, she started the scooter. She didn’t want to take a cab home—she wanted to ride with Jiang Muning, to share a little romance.

Guilt crept in again.

Still no money. Still too poor.

The scooter moved slowly along the road, and after a while, her bottom started to go numb. Chi Yunhan murmured, “I’ll buy a car someday.”

Jiang Muning only hummed in response.

“One with three wheels! No—four wheels!”

Another hum.

Chi Yunhan ventured, “You can hold onto my waist.”

She was shy, her voice soft. When she got no reply, she thought Jiang Muning hadn’t heard over the noise, so she raised her voice. “I said you can hold onto my waist!”

After the shout, Jiang Muning replied, “I never considered holding your waist.”

“…Oh.”

The answer felt odd. Chi Yunhan couldn’t quite place the emotion, but the fact that Jiang Muning never held her waist left a tiny pang of disappointment. She added, “If you feel unsteady, you can still hold on.”

Regrettably, Jiang Muning still didn’t.

What should have been a thirty-minute 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 stiffly in the living room, working on documents. But she wasn’t the pristine, put-together executive from the office anymore.

Her shoulder-length hair was windblown, her suit wrinkled. Looking closer, there was even a smudge of mud on her trousers.

Huh. She’d dirtied her.

A small sense of satisfaction and pride swelled in Chi Yunhan.

Humming, she cooked. Her skills were passable—nothing extraordinary. But that afternoon, bored, she’d watched a few cooking videos by food bloggers. Tonight, she was making fish!

Confidence brimming, she served the meal and eagerly asked Jiang Muning, “How does it taste?”

“Compared to yesterday, it’s fine,” Jiang Muning said.

Chi Yunhan’s heart swelled with pride. She wanted to serve Jiang Muning another piece of fish but felt too shy, so she just kept shoveling rice into her mouth. Then she asked, “We don’t have to take the Suppressant today, right?”

Suppressants aren’t exactly good things either—they’re essentially medication. They’re just used during heat cycles because an omega’s heat can be terrifying. Without an alpha to help mark them and get through this period, their pheromones will spread everywhere, causing alphas to lose control and resulting in non-consensual bonding—in other words, rape.

Legally, this is hard to judge since both parties are victims. When in heat, both sides are controlled by sexual urges. So, when an omega doesn’t have an alpha to mark them, they have to use suppressants.

All medicine is somewhat toxic—it’s not good for the body.

Jiang Muning elegantly picked out a fishbone and said, “No need.”

Chi Yunhan looked up at her, wanting to ask if she needed soothing. But Jiang Muning outright refused, “No need for soothing today either. I’m not the least bit sensitive to your pheromones.”

Even so, Chi Yunhan could still smell the scent—Jiang Muning’s pheromones, sweeter than yesterday. Despite being masked by perfume, Chi Yunhan could still detect it.

Chi Yunhan bit her lip, wanting to say something like: Your pheromones are a bit strong today, maybe you should get some soothing? Otherwise, it must be uncomfortable.

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

“No, I’m not,” Chi Yunhan replied. “Do you need me to buy something? There’s a supermarket in the complex—I can go for you?”

Jiang Muning glanced at the living room. It took Chi Yunhan a moment to understand—she was asking if she’d wander around at night and try to sneak into her room.

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

Chi Yunhan choked, nearly getting a fishbone stuck in her throat.

She stiffly watched as Jiang Muning set down her chopsticks, pushed open the door, and went into her room. Clutching her hair, Chi Yunhan asked herself, Am I promiscuous? Not at all, okay?

After spending so much time together, does Jiang Muning still not understand her at all?

Chi Yunhan had already been upset earlier, and now she felt even more wronged here. She grew sad, her heart aching.

What, was Jiang Muning afraid she’d transform at night and turn into some hungry wolf?