She Pretends to Be an Alpha, She Pretends to Be an Omega (GL) - Chapter 11

It was clear that An Jianqing had put a lot of thought into this birthday banquet.

Ning Xuechu lowered her gaze for a moment, suppressing the anger in her heart, then looked up and said with a smile, “Sister, you’re beautiful and have an excellent figure. No matter what you wear, you’ll be the most beautiful Alpha.”

She subtly emphasized the word ‘Alpha’.

An Jianqing, hearing this, didn’t become happy because of the compliment. Instead, her originally joyful eyes dimmed.

She lowered her head, and after a moment of silence, a lonely smile touched her lips. “Indeed, I am an Alpha…”

The latter part was almost a murmur, and even though she was close, Ning Xuechu didn’t hear it clearly.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly quieted down, the previous cheerfulness and excitement vanishing without a trace.

Seeing An Jianqing’s unconcealed look of disappointment, a strange sense of satisfaction rose in Ning Xuechu’s heart.

If she hadn’t guessed wrong, An Jianqing was dressing up so elaborately to surprise that Alpha named ‘Qiu Mengxi’.

She wouldn’t allow something like that to happen.

“Sister, wear this white dress. It’s elegant and graceful, very suitable for a birthday party,” Ning Xuechu said, picking up a white dress from the bed.

“Okay,” An Jianqing chuckled lightly and took it, her enthusiasm noticeably lower than before.

Ning Xuechu, seeing this, smiled contentedly inwardly.

She consciously left the room and even thoughtfully closed the door, giving An Jianqing space.

After waiting outside the door for over ten minutes, An Jianqing opened the door and came out, wearing the white dress.

Ning Xuechu immediately smiled happily, like a child who had received candy, and sweetly said, “Sister, I was right. You look so beautiful in this dress, pure and lovely like a fairy.”

“Xuechu, you’re such a tease,” An Jianqing chuckled, then asked nervously after a moment, “Is it really okay? Will it look too plain, not festive enough?”

“No, it won’t,” Ning Xuechu shook her head vigorously, speaking with great certainty.

An Jianqing relaxed, a faint smile gracing her lips, and whispered, “I hope she’ll like it too.”

Although the words were spoken softly, Ning Xuechu heard them clearly.

Where An Jianqing couldn’t see, her eyes turned cold, and her fingers clenched tightly together.

After a moment of calming down, Ning Xuechu managed to control the restlessness and anger in her heart.

She truly wanted to see what charm that woman possessed to make An Jianqing so utterly devoted.

The birthday banquet was held at a luxurious hotel, starting at 2 PM.

This time, An Jianqing had only invited a few close friends.

Her friends in this circle were naturally not ordinary people. They were all young ladies from wealthy and prominent families, each with an extraordinary background and outstanding looks, and even their pheromone levels were A+ or higher.

Ning Xuechu, an ordinary Omega, felt utterly out of place among them, like an ugly duckling dropped into a flock of swans.

“Jianqing, who is this? Introduce her to us,” one person, holding a glass of red wine, casually leaned on the sofa and asked with a smile.

Her gaze towards Ning Xuechu was curious and appraising, with a hint of disdain hidden deep within her eyes.

Before An Jianqing could answer, another person quickly said, “I guess she’s Jianqing’s little lover.”

“Little lover? Then who’s the main lover?” The others immediately became interested, all looking at the person who spoke.

“Of course it’s…” That person dragged out her words, but her gaze met An Jianqing’s slightly cold one. She immediately swallowed the rest of her sentence and changed to, “Why don’t you ask Jianqing?”

“Are you deliberately trying to whet our appetites? If Jianqing could say, I wouldn’t be asking you,” someone scoffed.

Despite this, she still looked eagerly at An Jianqing, hoping to get an answer.

“I’ll tell you her identity later,” An Jianqing said, not mentioning the ‘main lover’ at all.

Once she said this, the others wisely stopped pressing for answers and sat together chatting.

They were all friends, very familiar with each other, and had endless topics to discuss.

Ning Xuechu couldn’t integrate into the conversation at all, nor did she want to interject. Instead, she quietly sat in a corner of the sofa, subtly observing these wealthy young ladies of high society.

After observing for a while, she didn’t find the woman named ‘Qiu Mengxi’.

However, she could hear the name from these people’s mouths.

“It’s already 2:30. Why hasn’t Miss Qiu arrived yet? Is she still in some gentle haven?” one person chuckled playfully.

“Jianqing isn’t in a hurry, why are you? She’s always late, half an hour late is completely normal for her,” the person next to her replied, clearly accustomed to it.

After that, the group continued to drink and chat.

They didn’t seem to care when the birthday banquet would start, as if they were just there to gather.

Listening to the chattering voices of the women, Ning Xuechu felt a little noisy.

She stood up, walked to An Jianqing’s side, and whispered, “Sister, I’m going to the restroom.”

“Okay, be quick. Everyone’s almost here,” An Jianqing said, glancing at her watch.

Ning Xuechu nodded and turned to leave.

She didn’t go to the restroom but wandered aimlessly through the hotel.

Passing a luxurious suite, Ning Xuechu noticed that the door was unlocked.

A sweet, clear scent emanated from the room—an Omega’s pheromones, at least A+ class.

Ning Xuechu was instantly affected by this cloying scent, a wave of heat rising within her.

She hurriedly tried to leave but heard voices coming from inside.

“Baby, I have something to do. I’ll spend more time with you next time,” a woman’s voice was low, with a hint of laughter.

It sounded flirtatious and cynical.

“It’s just a birthday banquet. Being a little late doesn’t matter,” the Omega said petulantly, releasing even stronger pheromones. “Is cake tastier than me?”

The last sentence was infinitely ambiguous, carrying a subtle allure.

Ning Xuechu stood outside the door, her scent glands silently heating up. She quickly covered them with her hand, leaning against the wall as she moved away.

Not long after she walked, an Alpha’s oppressive aura radiated from behind her, followed by the trembling pleading of an Omega.

Ning Xuechu’s body stiffened. Instinctively, she narrowed her eyes, becoming alert.

She turned around and saw a woman emerge from that room, her neck visibly flushed, indicating what had just transpired.

Their gazes met, and Ning Xuechu’s pupils widened.

The woman showed a half-smile, saying playfully, “So it’s a cute little Omega.”

Hearing this, an alarm rang in Ning Xuechu’s heart. She quickly feigned weakness, as if affected by the Alpha pheromones, her face flushed, and she slumped against the wall, collapsing limply.

The woman chuckled, reined in her pheromone pressure, and walked towards Ning Xuechu.

Ning Xuechu gasped for breath, stood up by leaning on the wall, and before the woman’s hand could reach her, she said, “Thank you, I’m fine.”

She walked forward, but before she took two steps, a force pulled her back, straight into the woman’s arms.

Ning Xuechu’s body stiffened. Just as she was about to pull away, someone appeared around the corner.

“Xuechu, what are you doing here?” An Jianqing asked anxiously. As soon as her voice fell, she widened her beautiful eyes in surprise. “Mengxi, why are you here? We’ve all been waiting for you for a long time. Come quickly.”

The latter words carried an unconcealed joy.

“Okay,” Qiu Mengxi smiled, her fingers still gripping Ning Xuechu’s arm, and asked with a smile, “Jianqing, is this the person you were looking for?”

The question was laced with a smile, but Ning Xuechu keenly detected the hidden hostility and disdain for her rank.

That is to say, at the same time she recognized this woman, this woman also recognized her.

Such an important matter was told to this woman by An Jianqing, which showed how much trust there was between them.

A surge of baseless jealousy rose in Ning Xuechu’s heart. She bit her lip and looked at An Jianqing with reddened eyes, “Sister…”

Her single word was already tearful, and glistening tears streamed down her face.

An Jianqing immediately walked over and asked concernedly, “Xuechu, what’s wrong?”

“She was leaning against the wall, seemed a bit unwell,” Qiu Mengxi quickly interjected.

“Thank you. I was worried something might happen to her alone, but thankfully you ran into her,” An Jianqing sighed in relief, her smile faint.

The two talked across her as if she wasn’t there, which made Ning Xuechu feel very uncomfortable.

With Qiu Mengxi, an Alpha, present, An Jianqing seemed to not even see her.

Ning Xuechu felt a little indignant. She subtly broke free from the embrace behind her and, feigning fear, lunged into An Jianqing’s arms, sobbing brokenly, “Sister, I got lost just now and couldn’t remember the room number. I made you worry.”

“It’s good that you’re alright,” An Jianqing smiled gently, patting Ning Xuechu’s back reassuringly.

Ning Xuechu immediately cried louder, hugging An Jianqing tightly.

Seeing this, Qiu Mengxi’s eyes flickered, and she said with a smile, “Jianqing, this little Omega is really clingy, like a child.”

“This child is only familiar with me, so it’s natural for her to be clingy,” An Jianqing explained softly, taking out a tissue to wipe Ning Xuechu’s tears.

Ning Xuechu stood obediently, her fingers tightly holding An Jianqing’s sleeve, as if afraid the person would suddenly disappear.

“She’s already twenty years old, not a child anymore,” Qiu Mengxi smiled, her gaze sweeping between the two, the reminder very clear.

An Jianqing naturally understood the implication. She gently brushed Ning Xuechu’s hand away and said, “Since everyone’s here, the banquet should begin. If we make them wait any longer, I’ll have to drink a lot of penalty wine.”

“It’s all because of me that they waited so long. I’ll drink the penalty wine for you,” Qiu Mengxi walked over and intimately put her arm around An Jianqing’s shoulder.

“I’ll drink it,” An Jianqing’s cheeks were slightly flushed.

Ning Xuechu stood still, watching their overly intimate posture, clenching her fists tightly.