My Alpha Has a Split Personality - Chapter 9

Chi Yunhan was utterly exasperated!

No wonder they hadn’t even held hands yet—it was because she was too straight.

Chi Yunhan gritted her teeth in frustration!

It was all her own fault for being so useless. Otherwise, their kids would be running around everywhere by now!

Sitting in the café, Chi Yunhan propped her chin on one hand as she sipped her coffee. Finding it too bitter, she tossed in another sugar cube.

She casually glanced at the group chat.

The work group was buzzing with gossip again, saying Twilight’s picky tendencies had flared up once more. Apparently, Chi Yurong’s perfume wasn’t up to par. Why? Because it didn’t quite match the bottle Chi Yunhan had designed—lacking that certain something.

With other things, a slight mismatch might be tolerable—something you could overlook. But perfume? No. If the scent profile was off, if the top, middle, and base notes didn’t harmonize, what should have been a vibrant fragrance would turn into a stagnant puddle.

And when you had someone like Twilight—rigid, exacting, and notoriously nitpicky about perfumes—Chi Yurong was in for a world of suffering. Would she even survive the ordeal?

As someone who had endured Twilight’s venomous tongue firsthand, Chi Yunhan couldn’t wait to see if Chi Yurong could handle it.

Evil begets evil! This was going to be so satisfying! Absolutely delicious!

Chi Yunhan pondered for a moment before typing:
Hey, don’t talk about Chi Yurong like that. No matter how trash she is, she’s still my sister, QAQ

Your words stab at my heart! So angry! I feel so bad for my sister. How could any perfume of hers not pass? Twilight is so mean!

Twilight isn’t all that bad, though. She just strives for perfection. The reason my sister can’t pass is because she can level up from trash to garbage, becoming even more perfect~

My sister is genuinely a good person. I believe she can totally win Twilight over. After all, she single-handedly carries the company—no one can compete with her. She’s the Sales First of the company, absolutely amazing!

Group members:
This flavor is a bit too strong…

Zuo Yijing:
Team leader, I miss your fists more, QAQ

Li Pingwen:
Xiao Jing, can you stop with the QAQ? Now all I can picture is the team leader’s terrifying face.

Shan Qiuming:
Team leader, why do you hate Chi Yurong so much? She’s always been pretty nice to you, hasn’t she? Any juicy gossip?

Zuo Yijing:
Xiao Shan, you’ve got guts, digging for gossip right under the subject’s nose and even asking her to serve it to you.

Chi Yunhan:
Oh, my sister and I get along great! She’s just a saintly, kind-hearted soul—gentle and beautiful, unmatched in the company. She’s the sky, she’s the earth, she’s the backbone of this place! Anyone who looks down on her can get the hell out. My sister is the best!

Chi Yunhan:
Oh, and my sister even promised to get me into the perfumery. When I was little, I dreamed of becoming a perfumer. She said she lives just for me—that if I don’t become a perfumer, she doesn’t want to live. My sister is so wonderful, wuwuwu!

Everyone: Vomits.

Well, almost everyone. There was one exception—Chi Yurong’s loyal lapdog.

Fang Mengmiao:
Stop with the veiled insults. Screenshot taken!

Chi Yunhan was practically counting on the chat logs being leaked. The only downside was how nauseating it was to type those messages. She downed her coffee in one gulp.

Ah, bitter. So bitter.

When will her wife arrive? She really wants to kiss her wife to relieve some stress.

…

PFE’s full name is Wild Perfume.

Simple and clear, even ambitious—not every name can be called perfume. Only PFE’s products worldwide deserve the title of perfume.

PFE’s history is also astonishing. Once, a perfumer created a bottle of perfume meant to be presented to the queen. Unexpectedly, it shattered on the way, filling the entire palace with its fragrance. The princess, queen, concubines, and noblewomen fought fiercely over it.

Later, the king had no choice but to order the execution of the person who broke the perfume. But no one expected that person to be the perfumer themselves. After the perfumer died, their body, now drenched in the perfume, was devoured by vultures.

That perfume was also called, Wild Corpse.

Since then, no perfume has ever matched that spectacle—the entire palace in uproar, a fragrance coveted by the powerful.

Now, in the executive office of PFE.

The secretary held a stack of documents, with a sample perfume on the desk. She asked in confusion, “President Jiang, why did you reject Perfumer Chi’s product? Weren’t you very satisfied before? The production team is just waiting to start.”

Six hours ago, their President Jiang had been particularly fond of this fragrance, approving 300 sample bottles at once, intending to promote it as the flagship product.

But six hours later, Jiang Muning issued an urgent notice to halt production of this fragrance and kept scrutinizing its formula.

“This fragrance doesn’t meet the standard,” Jiang Muning said coldly, barely glancing at the perfume before shifting her gaze to the computer screen.

On the screen was the design of a glass bottle—a beautiful, delicate curve. It was after seeing this that she suddenly halted all production.

“Why?”

“The perfume doesn’t match the design,” Jiang Muning replied.

The secretary was utterly baffled. What did that mean?

Jiang Muning zoomed in on the design, examining the details, then frowned. “I didn’t see the design earlier. I thought the perfume was perfect, but now it feels immature, like an early work.”

“An early work?” The secretary was shocked. “If it’s an early work, then Perfumer Chi was already outstanding back then. Why didn’t she join PFE? We hold open recruitment every year.”

“Not sure.” And not something she would have paid attention to.

Jiang Muning said, “From now on, I’ll personally oversee this fragrance. Go tell her that if the perfume doesn’t reach perfection, I’ll cancel the acquisition plan.”

The secretary was stunned. Previously, Jiang Muning had planned to acquire the entire company because of this perfume, and now she was ready to abandon it over the same bottle.

Truly, perfume is poison.

She hurriedly asked, “Isn’t this too sudden?”

Jiang Muning replied indifferently, “If it can’t be perfected, it’s just a bottle of waste. And as for the perfumer—utterly unremarkable, devoid of talent. What else about her could possibly interest me?”

“What about the design?” the secretary asked. If the perfume is scrapped, is the design useless too?

“No.” Jiang Muning looked at the design. “This is a flawless design, perfectly aligned with all my fantasies. Every detail meets my expectations. It’s a work of art.”

Secretary: “?”

Why does it sound like you’re praising yourself when talking about the design?

Jiang Muning added, “Its designer has also worked very hard.”

You might be ordinary, but the time and effort put in by someone who strives can bear fruit impressive enough to make others take notice.

The secretary nodded and noted down her request. If the perfume didn’t meet standards, they could arrange a meeting with the designer to purchase the design.

Jiang Muning instructed that even the sample fragrance be taken away. Just as the secretary was about to leave, she heard Jiang Muning say one more thing, “From now on, don’t call her Chi Yurong, Perfumer Chi, or Miss Chi.”

The secretary acknowledged with an “Understood,” thinking to herself—what a swift shift from heaven to hell. Out of sheer dislike, she didn’t even want to hear the perfumer’s name.

She ventured to ask, “Then what should I call her?”

“Whatever.”

As the door closed, Jiang Muning stood up as well, seemingly preparing to leave. She straightened her tie and smoothed out the wrinkles on her suit.

The secretary waited to walk with her, only to hear Jiang Muning say with utmost seriousness, “Because my omega also has the surname Chi.”

The secretary was so startled she nearly slipped and fell to the floor.