Reborn as a Scummy Alpha, I Became Every Heroine's Obsession (GL) - Chapter 9

Feng Jiying said evenly, “They came fully prepared. You won’t be able to handle them alone.”

Her tone remained calm, but Gu Qiqi noticed the subtle changes—her face was flushed, a layer of sweat had formed on her forehead, and her fingertips were trembling slightly.

Gu Qiqi scoffed. “Wow. I didn’t expect President Feng’s personal security to be this poor. As the only legitimate heiress of the Feng family and an omega no less, shouldn’t you be treated like you’re made of glass—too precious to touch? Shouldn’t there be bodyguards with you wherever you go? Always moving around alone is just giving the bad guys a chance. Now something’s happened, and all you can do is hope for the best.”

Though her tone was sarcastic and casual, her body had already shifted into alert mode, ready for defense or attack.

The Outer District was nothing like Central City. There was no strict hierarchy, and safety wasn’t guaranteed. Most people didn’t even have identity terminals, and records weren’t complete.

If someone disappeared, no one really noticed.

As an orphan, Gu Qiqi had grown up fighting to survive. She’d been forced to develop an extraordinary tolerance for pain and a strong body that could take hits others couldn’t.

She hadn’t received formal training, but every skill she had was earned through real-life battles—through learning how to stay alive.

Fear? She didn’t know what that was.

Feng Jiying let out a slow breath. “Ever since I differentiated into an omega, I’ve never been genetically matched with any alpha. The Federation has pushed, but they never made any direct moves—until now.”

She leaned back against the seat, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.
“This forced genetic match between you and me—it wasn’t just about us. It was a message. A warning to me, and a signal to the other powerful families. They’re saying: even the top-tier omegas from the Big Three families can be used for political gain. No one is off-limits.”

Her voice lowered, calm but heavy.
“That’s the weakness of being an omega. Once someone triggers your heat, if the alpha’s pheromones are stronger, you become helpless. A puppet—no thoughts, no resistance, no dignity. And if you’re marked permanently, you’ll never escape. You’ll spend your life bound to that alpha’s pheromones, always second to them, never free again.”

Gu Qiqi reached out with her mental strength, trying to detect any alphas nearby—but she quickly realized that most of the people surrounding them were betas.

And as someone who was already barely affected by pheromones, she felt no hostility in the air.

Compared to alphas and omegas, betas were more like pre-evolved humans.

In this pheromone-dominated interstellar society, betas held the lowest social rank. Even in Central City, if someone differentiated as a beta, their family would usually view them as a disappointment. Betas were left with the boring, exhausting, and thankless jobs—and when it came to inheritance, they were almost always excluded.

Betas had inherited one key limitation from early humans: weak reproductive ability. They couldn’t release pheromones, nor could they be affected by them.

Feng Jiying said bitterly, “A beta, huh? Sometimes I wish I had turned out to be one. At least they’re not ruled by pheromones. They stay rational, clear-headed. That’s what humans should be.”

Gu Qiqi, with her abnormally high mental and pheromone levels, was nearly immune to pheromone influence too.

In that way, she wasn’t so different from a beta herself.

She looked over and said, “Then those guys trying to capture you won’t be moved by your scent. They won’t hesitate. Now’s really not the time to speak kindly of them.”

She paused, glanced at the surroundings, then asked,
“How much longer until the Feng family’s reinforcements get here?”

Feng Jiying adjusted her silver-rimmed glasses, then leaned her head weakly against the backseat. Her chin tilted upward, exposing the elegant curve of her long neck. Two beads of sweat trailed slowly down her skin. Her throat moved as she swallowed, and her dry, hoarse voice finally escaped her lips.
“Five minutes.”

Gu Qiqi suddenly turned around and tapped on the window.
“Ten thousand credits for every person I knock out.”

Feng Jiying exhaled a breath of cool air. “Deal.”

She glanced out the window. Gu Qiqi was already grinning, cracking her knuckles in anticipation.

Her reaction time was sharp. Her fighting style didn’t follow any strict techniques or forms, but her instincts were razor-sharp. She dodged incoming attacks with ease and delivered fast, precise counters that incapacitated her enemies in one strike.

No hesitation. No mercy. No wasted motion.

Anyone Gu Qiqi hit didn’t get back up again.

Inside the car, Feng Jiying’s elegant features were drawn tight with tension. Her brows furrowed deeply as her index finger tapped rhythmically against the leather seat—an unconscious attempt to relieve the nervous energy trembling through her body.

Gu Qiqi had said something earlier that stuck with her.

The only reason Feng Jiying had dared to travel alone—even after her gender had differentiated into omega—was because of her absolute trust in the Feng family’s protection.

Even when the Federation forcibly matched her with Gu Qiqi and ordered them to spend three months together, she hadn’t backed down.

Because the Feng family hadn’t backed down.

But what happened today… was making her question everything.

If the Feng family hadn’t at least allowed this to happen, then how could these people have hacked her AI system, tracked her exact location, and prepared such an elaborate trap?

They had even released a heavy concentration of alpha pheromones, timed perfectly with her most vulnerable heat phase.

Because in the Federation, everyone knew one thing:

Once an omega was marked by an alpha—no matter how vile that alpha was—it was over.

Their life, their body, their identity, would legally belong to that alpha.

The five minutes were up.

Gu Qiqi stood in front of the car, casually counting the number of betas lying unconscious on the ground.

She could feel it—since her gender differentiation, her body had become stronger. Her endurance was higher. Her pain tolerance had improved, and her strength had increased significantly.

Soon, the Feng family’s reinforcements began arriving, surrounding the area.

The first thing they did was neutralize the thick concentration of pheromones still lingering in the air.

Feng Jiying’s secretary approached the car with the expression of someone about to face execution, like a failed assassin pleading for forgiveness. He knocked gently on the window.
“President Feng…”

Inside, Feng Jiying was still holding a pheromone suppressant, hesitating whether to inject it.

At that moment, Gu Qiqi opened the car door and plopped down into the seat beside her. In her right palm was a small square of condensed pheromone neutralizer.

Before Feng Jiying could react, Gu Qiqi reached over, pinched her chin, and pressed the sweet-smelling cube directly into her mouth.

A burst of soft sweetness exploded in Feng Jiying’s mouth, quickly melting away. It coated her dry throat, spreading warmth and comfort through her body, flowing down into her chest, her limbs, and every corner of her being.

Gu Qiqi smirked. “Five hundred thousand. I mean, President Feng probably doesn’t want anyone seeing her in such a flustered, overwhelmed state, right? No need to thank me for the favor.”

Just then, the system chimed in her mind with a new warning.

[System: Host, how did you know this is one of those locations where… inappropriate content could occur? If Feng Jiying injects another dose of suppressant, her pheromones might spiral into chaos. Her scent is extremely high-grade—more than ten times stronger than a typical omega’s. If that happens, this entire district could go up in flames.]

Gu Qiqi’s personal goal was simple: shut down any chance of stumbling into a cliché, chaotic, romance-gone-wrong scene.

That way, she’d stay safe, Feng Jiying would stay sane, and everyone would get to walk away in one piece.

Right then, her wrist terminal suddenly lit up, the interface popping into view.

Still unfamiliar with the newly implanted tech, Gu Qiqi swiped at the screen without much thought—and accidentally tapped “connect.”

There was no video, but the voice that came through was impossible to mistake.

“Well, well, look at you,” came Wen Rui’s teasing voice. “Little Qiqi getting herself hurt again? You know, kind people in Central City are rare. If no one else is there to take you in, you can always come find me.”

Her tone was light and playful, but it dripped with amusement—as if she were just here to watch the drama unfold.

Gu Qiqi rolled her eyes. That woman definitely wasn’t as sweet as she pretended to be.

Wen Rui continued, “Come on, don’t be so cold, Qiqi. I’m the one who helped set things up for you. That favor you got? You owe me. Don’t forget to thank me properly sometime.”

Before Gu Qiqi could respond, the call was disconnected from Wen Rui’s side.

Outside the car, Feng Jiying’s assistant stood at the window with an awkward look on her face. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and her hands fidgeted as if she didn’t know what to do or say.

Because at that moment, her boss’s expression had taken a dark turn.

Feng Jiying still looked calm, as she always did, but the atmosphere around her had shifted completely. Her presence had grown heavier, more intense, like a storm silently gathering.

“…Little Qiqi?” Feng Jiying repeated the name softly, as if tasting it on her tongue. Then she let out a cold laugh.
“I’m only paying thirty thousand.”

“What?!” Gu Qiqi’s attention snapped back immediately. She stared at Feng Jiying in disbelief, her wolf-like eyes wide with shock.
“You’re the president of Feng Corporation! You’re basically richer than entire star systems! You control 80% of the interstellar economy, and yet you’re haggling over some pocket change? You seriously have no shame?”

Feng Jiying replied flatly, “Your hands were dirty. I’m docking your pay.”

She lifted her eyelids just a bit and added, “If I’m paying, I expect proper service. I don’t like anything—or anyone—unclean.”

Standing to the side, her assistant Xiao Bai tried to make herself as small and invisible as possible.

She knew this tone well. When President Feng got sarcastic like this, it meant she was truly angry.

Gu Qiqi raised her hand and wiped her palm on her pants.
“No way. I cleaned them! I used my spiritual energy to do it, too. Don’t accuse me of stuff!”

But as soon as she finished speaking, Feng Jiying turned and gave her a sidelong glance—those sharp, narrow almond eyes filled with obvious disdain.

Gu Qiqi froze, staring back.
“…What was that look for?!”