To Sink Into You - Chapter 6

The Pheromone Supervision Center was a crucial hurdle for couples seeking legal recognition. According to imperial law, the pheromone compatibility score between an Alpha and an Omega must be at least 50% for them to be considered legally married.

After submitting their samples, Wen Yuxi and Ming Qian sat on a bench in the corridor, awaiting the results.

Wen Yuxi looked anxious, her head bowed as she nervously rubbed her thumbs together and took repeated deep breaths. Having finally gotten married, she didn’t want to fail at the compatibility test.

Noticing her distress, Ming Qian asked with concern, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Instead of answering, Wen Yuxi countered with a question: “Sister, what was your compatibility score with Sister Qingcheng?”

Ming Qian paused to recall, then replied, “I think it was around 64%.”

“You remember it so clearly…” Wen Yuxi muttered under her breath, pouting slightly.

Ming Qian didn’t catch the remark. “What was that?”

Wen Yuxi cleared her throat, her tone defiant. “I said, our compatibility score will definitely be higher.”

Ming Qian chuckled, shaking her head.

This child has always been jealous and competitive, even when she was little. I can’t believe she’s still the same after all these years. She hasn’t changed a bit.

Ming Qian’s personal assistant, Qing Zeyya, returned with chilled drinks and handed Ming Qian a bottle of mineral water. “Madam Ming.”

“Thank you,” Ming Qian said, taking the water. “How much longer until the results are out?”

“Madam Wen, please have some water,” Qing Zeyya said, offering a drink to Wen Yuxi before answering Ming Qian. “About twenty more minutes.”

Ming Qian nodded. “Alright.”

Wen Yuxi’s cheeks flushed. For some reason, Ming Qian’s staff always called her “Madam Wen,” which made her happy but also a little embarrassed.

“Zeyya,” Ming Qian said gently, “Yuxi might feel awkward being called that. Just call her Miss Wen.”

“Yes, Madam Ming,” Qing Zeyya replied.

Wen Yuxi bit her lip, thinking of something. She quietly asked Qing Zeyya, “Sister Qing, what did you used to call Sister Qingcheng?”

Qing Zeyya whispered back, “Also Miss Wen.”

“Not ‘Madam’?” Wen Yuxi pressed.

“Only Madam Ming’s wife is called ‘Madam,'” Qing Zeyya explained. “A fiancée doesn’t count.”

Wen Yuxi suppressed a smile. “I see. Thank you.”

A title just for me?

Hehe.

The twenty minutes passed quickly. The matching results had to be collected in person, so Ming Qian and Wen Yuxi went to the window and received their assessment reports from the staff.

Wen Yuxi’s heart leaped into her throat again. With slightly trembling hands, she flipped to the last page of the report, where bold, black letters caught her eye:

The pheromone compatibility score between Ms. Ming Qian and Ms. Wen Yuxi is 89%, meeting the requirements for marriage.

She exhaled sharply in relief.

Good, very good.

With a pheromone compatibility score of 89%, she would fill the remaining 11% with her love.

They would be partners who were 100% compatible.

“A very high compatibility score. Congratulations to both of you,” the staff member said with a smile. “Wishing you a happy marriage.”

“Thank you,” Ming Qian replied politely, then turned to Wen Yuxi. “Let’s go get our marriage certificate.”

“Let’s go,” Wen Yuxi said, her smile radiant as she moved closer to Ming Qian, her tone slightly smug. “See? I told you our compatibility score would be higher.”

Ming Qian met her gaze, smiling without a word.

After obtaining their marriage certificate, they left the Civil Affairs Bureau and headed to the Ming Family’s ancestral home.

Wen Yuxi couldn’t take her eyes off the red booklet in her hands, her joy growing with each glance. The corners of her mouth nearly stretched to her ears, revealing her pearly white teeth in a radiant, infectious smile.

Ming Qian chuckled. “What’s got you so happy?”

“Ah?” Wen Yuxi coughed, guiltily averting her gaze. “A classmate just sent me a joke. It’s pretty funny.”

Ming Qian’s curiosity piqued. “What joke?”

Wen Yuxi’s expression froze as her mind raced, scrambling to recall a joke she’d seen online. “Uh, there was this Alpha who was pursuing an Omega,” she began. “He asked the Omega what kind of Alpha she liked. The Omega kept replying, ‘Someone I click with.’ After several attempts, the Alpha finally said, dejectedly, ‘So, flat-headed Alphas are out, then?'”

The joke hung in the air, followed by an awkward silence.

Wen Yuxi, forcing herself to remain calm, asked cautiously, “Not funny?”

The driver burst into hearty laughter. “Miss Wen, you’re so witty!”

Qing Zeyya snorted with laughter, quickly covering her mouth and regaining a serious expression.

Ming Qian rubbed her temples, her expression both gentle and exasperated. “It’s very funny.”

The Ming Family Manor, located in the heart of the Imperial Capital where land was worth its weight in gold, occupied over 700 square meters and boasted a history spanning several centuries. It featured front and back courtyards, gardens, a swimming pool, and an underground garage. The layout was artfully arranged, the scenery breathtaking, and the architecture magnificent and luxurious, exuding both opulence and refined elegance.

According to ancestral rules, only the Person in Power, as determined by the Mingwei Group’s Board of Directors, was entitled to reside in the manor with their family. All other Ming family members, regardless of lineage, were required to establish their own households and return to the manor only for family gatherings.

It was precisely this tradition that had enabled the Ming Family to flourish into its current state of prosperity, with its branches spreading far and wide, its ranks teeming with talent, and its industries spanning the entire empire.

As the current CEO, unanimously appointed by the Board of Directors, Ming Qian rarely stayed at the manor. She valued tranquility and cherished her personal space, visiting only occasionally to spend time with her elders.

It had been some time since her last visit. After exiting the parking garage, Ming Qian and Wen Yuxi walked toward the main building. Along the way, the servants greeted Ming Qian with beaming smiles and eager deference.

“Young Mistress.”

“The Young Mistress has returned.”

“Good day, Young Mistress!”

Ming Qian responded with a gracious nod and a warm smile, her demeanor dignified and sincere.

With her ethereal beauty, gentle and courteous nature, humble demeanor, and refined manners, how could such a perfect woman not be universally admired?

As they approached the entrance, Wen Yuxi heard a burst of playful laughter nearby. She turned to look around but saw no one. Suspecting she might be hallucinating, she asked,

“Did you hear that, Jie-jie?” Wen Yuxi asked.

Ming Qian sighed, her expression complex. “Yes, that’s my mother.”

Wen Yuxi felt an inexplicable urge to laugh but managed to suppress it. “Oh, I thought it sounded familiar.”

So it was her two mothers-in-law.

“Let’s go see Grandma first,” Ming Qian suggested. “We can find them later.”

Ming Yi was practicing calligraphy in her study. Without pausing her brush, she impatiently waved them away. “Go find your mother. Don’t bother me.”

Ming Qian, long accustomed to her grandmother’s temperament, simply said, “Take your time,” and left the study with Wen Yuxi. They crossed the main hall and walked straight to the backyard.

The summer sun blazed brightly, its golden rays reflecting off the shimmering pool water in dazzling, fractured light.

Two long-haired women in swimsuits sat by the pool, their fingers intertwined, chatting and laughing. Their slender legs swung playfully, kicking up splashes of water.

Blue sky, white clouds, sunlight, turquoise water, and a pair of inseparable lovers.

The scene was as beautiful as a painting.

Ming Qian stood quietly for a moment before calling out, “Mom.”

The women stopped talking and turned their heads in unison.

“Yuxi and I came to see you,” Ming Qian continued.

“Our little darling is here!” Zuo Lian exclaimed, overjoyed. She pulled Ming Yang over and reached out for a hug. “Come give Mom a hug!”