The Gorgeous Omega Came to Seduce Me [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 4

The omega was still speaking, but Ji Liao no longer had the energy to listen.

The scent of pheromones still lingered at the tip of her nose.

It was as if she could already taste the sweet, refreshing lychee in her mouth—its flesh pale and tender, soft and juicy. If she applied just a bit more pressure, her incisors would slice through the fruit, and the juice would…

No! She shouldn’t be thinking like this.

The alpha instincts of brutality and possession roared wildly in her mind. Violent fantasies flooded Ji Liao’s thoughts—one moment, she wanted to get closer to that reckless omega; the next, she was furious at herself for even entertaining such ideas.

She had always been composed and self-restrained. When had she ever lost control like this?

Ji Liao clenched the stair railing in agitation. The old handrail wobbled with a creak.

Mu Shenshen startled, blinking as her gaze fell on Ji Liao’s wrist, where veins bulged from excessive force.

The young alpha—whose pheromones matched Mu Shenshen’s so perfectly—had one hand gripping the railing and the other pressed against her temple, enduring with visible difficulty.

Even as her most primal instincts screamed in longing, this little alpha still managed to maintain her composure. There wasn’t a single inappropriate action or gesture—just silent restraint. The furrowed brows and strained veins in her wrist were unexpectedly… alluring.

Mu Shenshen’s eyes swept over Ji Liao, her expression shifting for the first time.

Initially, she had merely thought this little alpha was decent-looking—a good choice to take home and soothe her heat cycles, far better than being forced into a political marriage with some alpha she couldn’t be bothered to glance at twice.

But now… Mu Shenshen suddenly found this little alpha rather fascinating. That restrained demeanor was especially enticing—so upright and proper, so rigidly disciplined that it made one itch to see her lose control.

Mu Shenshen’s long, curled lashes lowered slightly, her cat-like eyes gleaming with a cold, imperious amusement as she unconsciously licked her lips.

The maddening pheromones seemed to shift again. Ji Liao pinched the bridge of her nose, unable to fathom why this omega couldn’t just behave.

She couldn’t let the omega stay here any longer.

Ji Liao could clearly feel her breathing growing uneven. If this continued, something would inevitably go wrong.

She lifted her head, her gaze still sharp and clear, her voice steady as she spoke: “Let me take you home.”

Mu Shenshen blinked abruptly, feigning innocence. “Huh?”

“You can’t stay here,” Ji Liao said coolly, unwavering. “I can’t be alone with an unidentified omega approaching her heat.”

Mu Shenshen put on a pitiful expression, trying her best to appear vulnerable. “But… but I wouldn’t try to take advantage of you.”

“No.” Ji Liao released the railing, seemingly fully composed again. She tucked her hands into her pockets, her slender frame exuding detachment. “I have no intention of getting involved with you. Your pheromones are already affecting me. I’m sorry, but you need to leave.”

At that, Mu Shenshen immediately seized the opportunity to act up. She bit her lower lip theatrically, her large, beautiful eyes instantly welling with tears as she whispered in exaggerated grievance, “But I can’t control my heat cycle…”

Ji Liao froze, staring at the Omega before her who had suddenly burst into tears, feeling that this Omega was unbearably delicate.

Originally, she had planned to end this farce with a firm stance, but now she suddenly didn’t know what to do.

“I don’t want to have heats either. Every time alphas look at me, it’s like I’m some easily obtainable food… If I had a choice, I wouldn’t want to be an Omega either.” The usually carefree Omega seemed to have touched upon some deep sorrow as she began to cry.

Large, glistening tears rolled down the Omega’s beautiful face. Her eyes and petite nose turned an alluring shade of red, her radiant face tinged with a hint of decadence, like a perfectly ripe peach.

“What can I do? There isn’t a single decent person around here. Only you—you’re my only hope.”

The Omega wiped her tears, sniffling as she spoke: “I’m sorry, but I really have no other options left. Please help me.”

Ji Liao frowned, shifting her gaze from the Omega’s tear-streaked face to the dusty ground, hesitating.

Though this Omega was full of suspicious points and her story was riddled with holes, what if she truly had nowhere else to turn?

Most Omegas had very few choices. What if she was genuinely in trouble?

Ji Liao closed her eyes briefly.

As an alpha who neither obsessed over dominating Omegas nor found any pleasure in oppressing them with innate advantages, Ji Liao always held a bit more softness for Omegas.

Fine.

Ji Liao sighed silently. Even knowing there were risks involved, she decided to lend a hand.

After all, her own circumstances were already this bad—how much worse could it get?

“You can stay,” Ji Liao finally spoke, looking at Mu Shenshen with clear, indifferent eyes. “But we need to set some ground rules.”

Mu Shenshen: “?”

There’s more to this?

Ji Liao frowned slightly. “Not willing to agree?”

She wasn’t some saintly do-gooder. If this Omega couldn’t even respect basic boundaries, then she probably wasn’t someone Ji Liao could help anyway.

“Uh, no,” Ji Liao saw the Omega bite her lip before meeting her gaze. “Go ahead, I’m listening.”

Ji Liao looked away and spoke calmly: “First, bring your own suppressants—I won’t help you through your heat. Second, control your pheromones. Don’t let me smell them. Of course, I won’t release mine to harass you either. Third, don’t enter my room. There’s a guest room in this house you can use.”

Ji Liao felt her conditions were practically non-existent.

No rent charged, just mutual non-interference—any Omega should be delighted with these terms.

But when Ji Liao’s gaze returned to Mu Shenshen’s face, the Omega actually looked somewhat indignant, as if reluctantly agreeing.

Ji Liao: “?”

Still, the Omega did agree, obediently restraining her pheromones—though the process seemed slightly different from what Ji Liao had imagined, the end result was the same.

As the sweet lychee fragrance gradually dissipated, Ji Liao relaxed slightly. She walked into the house and opened the balcony window before turning back with detached curiosity: “I never asked—what’s your name?”

“Me?” The Omega glanced at Ji Liao and immediately put on a radiant smile. “My name is Mu Shenshen.”

“Oh.”

The wooden-faced Ji Liao gave Mu Shenshen a look, then indifferently opened the tightly shut door to the master bedroom, thinking to herself that this Omega never forgot to manage her expressions no matter the situation.

What exactly did she do? Wealthy, beautiful, always controlling her expressions… Could she be in the entertainment industry too? Ji Liao mused absentmindedly. But with looks like Mu Shenshen’s, she should be quite famous in the industry—Ji Liao shouldn’t have failed to recognize her.

The bedroom was simply furnished. Ji Liao had always preferred minimalist decor—a bed, two nightstands, a wardrobe, with a hanging basket chair and rug in the corner. A small round table held a book. All the furniture was custom-made, seemingly simple and understated but full of design flair, perfectly matching Ji Liao’s personal style.

This was everything in Ji Liao’s bedroom.

“You haven’t…” The Omega walked over from the living room, pausing mid-sentence before standing at the bedroom door to ask, “What’s your name?”

She just hadn’t thought it necessary to say.

But voicing that would be a bit hurtful. Ji Liao turned back to study the Omega carefully. Mu Shenshen, was it?

Ji Liao averted her gaze. “I’m Ji Liao.”

Oh~ I know.

Mu Shenshen smiled sweetly, putting on an innocent expression for Ji Liao, but once Ji Liao lowered her eyes and stopped looking at her, a hint of triumphant arrogance flashed across her face.

A little alpha embroiled in a sexual harassment scandal, huh?

Mu Shenshen watched Ji Liao with dark eyes, her slender white fingers playing with her hair as her gaze roamed over the composed little alpha who remained unfazed even in the face of her seduction.

Ji Liao had excellent posture, standing tall and straight. The way she stood half-turned in the room, tall and restrained, was quite… tantalizing. That sleek, jet-black hair had a beautiful sheen in the sunlight—it must feel wonderful to touch.

If she used this reputation crisis as leverage, would this little alpha give in to her?

Ji Liao silently glanced at the clearly distracted Mu Shenshen, suspecting the Omega was too affected by her heat to distinguish danger from safety.

Not wanting to invite more trouble, Ji Liao pretended not to notice anything. She walked to the bedroom door, grasped the handle, and politely ushered her out. “Your room is next door. Go take a look.”

Without waiting for Mu Shenshen’s response, she pushed the bedroom door shut.

Click.

The door closed, the lock clicked into place, and the room fell silent. Ji Liao finally let out a sigh of relief.

…Though she was reluctant to admit it, Mu Shenshen really did test her self-control.

After standing quietly by the door for a moment, Ji Liao frowned slightly and reached behind her neck.

Pushing aside her smooth hair, she exposed her slender neck. The skin at the nape was clean, save for the faint flush that betrayed an alpha’s earlier agitation—not yet fully faded.

A rare look of confusion crossed Ji Liao’s face.

She had always been naturally more reserved than other alphas. Even Cheng Mi couldn’t make her lose control like that. So why was it that this Omega, merely by releasing pheromones, could affect her so intensely?

Her fingertips brushed the skin at the back of her neck, and Ji Liao suddenly remembered the warm breath of Mu Shenshen pressed against her back… ^o^

Ji Liao’s gaze trembled violently—how could she think such thoughts?

She was the one who had spoken to make him stay. What did this mean? How could she…

Her brows furrowed tightly, her expression tinged with weariness as she dropped her hand in clear rejection. The black strands of her hair fell back over her neck with the motion, concealing all traces and thoughts alike.