Transmigrated as an Alpha, the Fox Spirit Lives on Pheromone - Chapter 24

The rich aroma of coffee wafted through the air, its steam curling upward in delicate tendrils.

Bai Muqin took a sip from her cup and closed the documents on her desk. After instructing her secretary to take them away, she pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled slowly. Finally, she had cleared the backlog of work. As usual, she opened her inbox and only then noticed the email from Doctor Zhou.

She clicked on it and carefully reviewed the contents. Inside were two reports, bl00d sample analyses for both her and Jiang Li.

The reports showed that the pheromone levels in her bl00d had stabilized to normal levels, a 70% decrease compared to before. Meanwhile, Ah Li’s bl00d showed almost no trace of pheromones at all.

Doctor Zhou provided a reasonable analysis of the findings. She suggested that with Bai Muqin’s pheromone levels normalized, her Heat cycles would also return to regularity, eliminating the previous irregularities. After a period of observation, she should be able to use standard inhibitors to manage her Heat, just like any other Omega.

As for Ah Li, the absence of pheromones in her bl00d indicated that the pheromones Bai Muqin had injected into her posed no threat to her health. The fever was likely caused by something else and required further examination.

During the time Jiang Li had transformed into a white cocoon, Doctor Zhou had messaged to check on her condition. Bai Muqin had brushed it off with a vague reassurance and hadn’t followed up. Thinking back, she realized Doctor Zhou had been nothing but diligent.

Staring at the analysis results, Bai Muqin found herself unexpectedly melancholic rather than relieved. A thought surfaced—now, she might no longer have a reason to be intimate with Ah Li.

The idea startled her, but she quickly reconciled with it. Physical desire was a natural need, after all, and there was no reason to be ashamed. Besides, Ah Li still relied on her pheromones to satisfy her hunger. And since Doctor Zhou’s analysis hadn’t been confirmed yet, there was no need to explain anything to Ah Li. They could simply continue as they had before.

Still, the thought of what Ah Li might say to her that evening left Bai Muqin inexplicably uneasy. She steadied herself. That clingy, affectionate little fox—whatever she had in mind, it surely wouldn’t stray far from her. The reassurance settled her nerves.

At Bai Muqin’s usual time to return home, Jiang Li finally descended the stairs at a leisurely pace.

Zhao Ma noticed a subtle shift in Jiang Li’s demeanor. Compared to her usual carefree, energetic self who would thunder down the stairs, there was now a quiet composure about her. Had half a day of cultivation with the Great Immortal Huang made such a difference? Recalling how she rarely saw Ah Li eat, and considering how immortals abstained from food, Zhao Ma grew even more convinced of her theory.

Yet the moment Bai Muqin arrived home, Jiang Li reverted to her old self, darting toward her like an exuberant little bird, clearly intending to leap into her arms.

Caught off guard, Bai Muqin found herself enveloped in a tight embrace. But she didn’t know how to react, and to an outsider, her expression might have seemed cold and indifferent.

Jiang Li remained oblivious, soon releasing her grip while secretly pleased that her plan had succeeded. If she’d given her owner a chance to react, she definitely wouldn’t have gotten this embrace. Yet there was a faint sense of disappointment—Bai Muqin carried no scent of alcohol, meaning there likely wouldn’t be any pleasurable happenings tonight.

“Welcome home, Owner.”

The word “Owner” was uttered so softly it felt like a feather brushing against the ear, sending tingles down the spine. Laced with a hint of secret shame, it nonetheless filled Bai Muqin with an odd sense of satisfaction.

Seeing Bai Muqin’s tense expression, Jiang Li assumed she was just tired and dutifully helped put her bag away.

“Qin Nian isn’t coming back?” Jiang Li glanced behind Bai Muqin—no one else had followed her in.

Bai Muqin answered while changing her shoes, “Mm, she went back to the old house.”

“Where’s the old house? Can I go there?” Jiang Li feigned ignorance, testing whether she had earned a place in Bai Muqin’s heart.

Meeting Jiang Li’s expectant gaze, Bai Muqin nodded. “I’ll take you there when there’s a chance.” But the thought of the issues awaiting her back there made her frown slightly.

Pleased with the answer, Jiang Li trailed behind Bai Muqin with a bright smile, clingy as a puppy. She noticed Bai Muqin’s subtle expression but didn’t dwell on it—everything had to progress step by step. She would inch closer to her heart, slowly integrate into her life, until Bai Muqin couldn’t do without her.

Zhao Ma wiped her hands on her apron and cheerfully emerged from the kitchen. “Miss Bai, you’re back! Dinner will be ready soon. You two can watch some TV first.”

In the living room, Huang Xianxian was sprawled unceremoniously on the sofa, eyes glued to the screen.

After sitting down, Bai Muqin turned slightly toward Jiang Li, lips parting as if to speak—but no words came out.

Jiang Li knew what she wanted to ask and took the initiative. “After dinner, I want your pheromones. May I?”

She didn’t bother with subtlety this time, abandoning their usual coded “I’m hungry” pretext.

This brazen approach inexplicably struck Bai Muqin as somewhat indecent, reigniting that secret mix of shame and satisfaction.

Before she could respond, Jiang Li added, “I need to be well-fed to properly sort out what I want to tell you.”

“Fine. Come to my room after your shower,” Bai Muqin replied, only then realizing how suggestive her own words sounded.

Huang Xianxian, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. “Hey! I’m right here, you know? Are you pretending not to see me? At least tone down the flirting when I’m around!”

“Kind human woman, I also have something to tell you.”

Jiang Li immediately blocked Huang Xianxian. “Let me handle this small matter for you. You’re not sneaking in tonight.”

Huang Xianxian shot her a disdainful look. “Fine, whatever. You already know everything anyway.”

“Relax, I won’t be sneaking in. I have zero interest in human mating behavior.”

Jiang Li clapped a hand over Huang Xianxian’s mouth, feigning panic. “What nonsense are you spouting?!”

She then stole a guilty glance at Bai Muqin, who appeared absorbed in the TV—though her ears had quietly turned red.

That kind of feigned indifference despite obvious shyness made Jiang Li’s heart itch with amusement. Pretending not to notice those small, delicate, and flushed ears, she deliberately leaned closer to Bai Muqin with an innocent expression: “Master, you didn’t hear what Huang Xianxian said just now, did you?”

Bai Muqin cleared her throat lightly, touched her burning earlobe, and intentionally let a strand of hair fall to cover it. Playing dumb, she asked, “What did she say?”

“After you woke up, her voice became harder to hear. Soon, it might go back to how it was before—completely inaudible.”

Although Bai Muqin had heard Huang Xianxian’s words earlier, they were indeed growing fainter. Still, that weasel always had a knack for shocking remarks, and not having to endure her chatter was a relief.

Jiang Li could sense a faint spiritual energy lingering around Bai Muqin, growing thinner as time passed. She guessed this was why Bai Muqin couldn’t hear Huang Xianxian clearly—but it didn’t mean she hadn’t heard what was said earlier.

Jiang Li didn’t press the issue, though she was curious about the origin of that spiritual energy.

Over by the dining area, Zhao Ma called out warmly, “Miss Bai, Ah Li, Immortal Huang, dinner’s ready!”

At the mention of “Immortal Huang,” Bai Muqin and Jiang Li visibly stiffened. When they reached the table, they noticed an extra set of utensils laid out, accompanied by a plate of sliced roast chicken beside it.

Why would Zhao Ma, who had always disliked Huang Xianxian, suddenly have such a change of heart? Bai Muqin suspected she must have seen something she shouldn’t have.

Zhao Ma then turned to Jiang Li with unusual enthusiasm. “I know you’ve been watching your figure lately, Ah Li, so I didn’t serve you rice.”

Jiang Li smiled as she took her seat. “Thank you, Zhao Ma.”

She figured Zhao Ma’s shift in attitude was likely due to witnessing her and Huang Xianxian practicing cultivation together. When Jiang Li had sensed Zhao Ma approaching the room earlier, she’d deliberately left the door ajar to let her see. Better to inspire awe than to have someone constantly guarding against her like a thief—it saved a lot of trouble.

Still, she hadn’t expected Zhao Ma to extend such hospitality to Huang Xianxian. Glancing at Bai Muqin, she saw her eating as composedly as ever.

Huang Xianxian, for her part, made herself at home at the table, devouring the roast chicken in front of her.

Between bites, she muttered, “Did Zhao Ma get possessed or something? Why’s she suddenly so nice? It’s kinda weirding me out.”

Jiang Li thought about how Huang Xianxian would return to her own body in another day. There probably wouldn’t be many more chances for them to share a meal like this. Since the head of the household didn’t object, she saw no need to say anything either.

Zhao Ma observed that no one objected to her absurd act of letting the weasel dine at the table. This once again confirmed her suspicions. Moreover, it seemed Miss Bai was aware of the situation; otherwise, she wouldn’t have eaten so calmly. Initially, Zhao Ma had worried that Miss Bai might not know their true identities and might inadvertently offend them. But now, her concerns were put to rest. Wealthy families often revered supernatural beliefs, keeping spiritual creatures at home for good feng shui—something she had heard about frequently. Now that her own household had one, she felt both reverence and fear. However, since the weasel’s arrival, there had been no disturbances—not a single snake, insect, or rodent in sight. Perhaps this was indeed a benevolent guardian spirit? Zhao Ma could only console herself with this thought.

After dinner, Jiang Li accompanied Bai Muqin as she watched the financial news, then joined her for a workout until they were both drenched in sweat.

Eager to tease Bai Muqin, Jiang Li put on an innocent expression and asked, “Master, can I take a bath with you?” She lay sprawled on the yoga mat, breathing lightly, her clothes slightly lifted to reveal her flat stomach. Her enchanting yet not overly seductive face held an irresistible allure.

Bai Muqin glanced at her, a rare hint of shyness coloring her sweat-dampened face. “We can bathe together.”

Jiang Li was overjoyed.

“But,” Bai Muqin added, “you’ll have to turn into a little fox.”