Transmigrated as an Alpha, the Fox Spirit Lives on Pheromone - Chapter 27

When Jiang Li arrived at Wen Rou’s residence with a housewarming gift, she finally understood just how close “nearby” was in Bai Muqin’s words—it was literally just a short walk away.

The standalone villa, though much smaller than Bai Muqin’s current home, was more than spacious enough for a family of three.

The small front yard hadn’t been properly tended to yet, with only a few potted plants scattered here and there as makeshift decor.

The gate was open, so Jiang Li and Huang Xianxian walked into the yard and rang the doorbell.

Soon, Wen Rou hurried over to open the door, wearing an apron. Upon seeing Jiang Li and Huang Xianxian, she gave them a polite smile and greeted them warmly, “Please, come in and make yourselves at home.”

Noticing Jiang Li was alone, she asked, “Has Miss Bai and Miss Qin not arrived yet? I really must thank all of you properly today.”

Wen Rou’s mental state had visibly improved, and Huang Xianxian couldn’t resist hopping onto her shoulder, nuzzling her cheek affectionately.

Jiang Li let her be and replied, “They’re both quite busy—probably still at the office at this hour. Since I was free and live nearby, I came over first to check things out.”

With that, she handed the gift to Wen Rou.

Wen Rou’s expression turned subtly complex as she looked at the gift—three parts surprise, two parts hesitation, and a hint of inexplicable sorrow.

She didn’t refuse it, accepting it with gratitude before excusing herself to rush back to the kitchen where dishes were still cooking.

Jiang Li slipped on shoe covers and walked into the living room. A cartoon was playing on the TV, and two figures—one big, one small—were watching it with rapt attention.

Jiang Li didn’t dare get too close, afraid her spiritual energy might disturb Huang Xianxian’s body.

Huang Xianxian, however, had no such reservations. She leaped straight onto the sofa to observe her daughter and her own body up close.

The little girl showed no fear upon seeing Huang Xianxian. Instead, her face lit up with joy as she immediately grabbed the fox, tugging at her ears and pulling her tail, her smile growing wider by the second, accompanied by delighted giggles.

Huang Xianxian didn’t resist or get angry, focusing all her attention on her own body instead.

At that moment, “Huang Xianxian” sat stiffly in front of the TV, her gaze vacant, clearly not absorbing anything on screen.

After observing for a while, Huang Xianxian confirmed that her body was still in a soulless state, undisturbed by any wandering spirits.

Only then did she realize she was being manhandled by her daughter, squeezed and kneaded like a plush toy. She endured it meekly, ears drooping—after all, once tonight was over, she’d be the one cuddling her daughter.

The optimal time for soul reintegration was midnight, but the heavy yin energy at that hour would also attract swarms of lost spirits, multiplying the risks. To play it safe, Huang Xianxian had settled for the window between 8 and 10 PM instead.

It was nearly 7 PM when Bai Muqin and Qin Nian finally arrived.

After exchanging pleasantries, Wen Rou invited everyone to dinner.

“Huang Xianxian” also took a seat at the table, silently eating only from her own bowl while ignoring the other dishes. Wen Rou quietly served her more food, her face radiating contentment.

Seeing Wen Rou act so blissful without a single complaint toward this emotionless, almost zombie-like “Huang Xianxian,” Jiang Li couldn’t help but feel puzzled. Tentatively, she asked, “Doesn’t it get exhausting, taking care of her like this?”

Wen Rou still wore her gentle expression as she patiently replied, “How could I be tired? Having her by our side makes me feel truly happy.”

“What if we could restore her to normal?” Jiang Li posed the hypothetical.

A flicker of fear flashed through Wen Rou’s eyes before her expression settled back into calm. “Th-that would be for the best,” she said, forcing a strained smile.

“After everything that’s happened, she’ll surely cherish you properly and won’t repeat past mistakes.” Jiang Li assumed Wen Rou feared Huang Xianxian might relapse and offered comfort.

“Mmm.” Wen Rou nodded, taking small bites of rice while gazing at “Huang Xianxian” with growing tenderness.

After the meal, while Wen Rou was clearing the dishes, Bai Muqin asked Jiang Li, “Are you sure you’re alright with Huang Xianxian? Don’t push yourself. I can have Qin Nian stay to help.”

Touched by Bai Muqin’s concern, Jiang Li shook her head firmly. “No problem, Master. You and Qin Nian go home first. I can handle things here.”

Seeing Jiang Li’s insistence and confident demeanor, Bai Muqin didn’t press further. After lingering briefly, she left with Qin Nian.

As they stepped outside, an inexplicable gust of wind rushed toward them. Bai Muqin narrowed her eyes against the breeze and, in a daze, thought she heard a faint scream.

A wandering ghost muttered, What kind of beauty is this? Tried to get close and nearly lost half my existence.

Bai Muqin glanced around but sensed nothing unusual beyond a slight chill, dismissing it as the wind.

When Wen Rou finished tidying the kitchen, she noticed only Ah Li remained as a guest. Without overthinking it, she first carried Huang Mianmian to bed to lull her to sleep.

Upon opening the door, she was startled to find Ah Li waiting outside.

“Miss Bai and Qin Nian had to leave early. They asked me to let you know.”

“Oh.” Wen Rou didn’t understand why, but she felt inexplicably afraid of Ah Li.

“Rest with your daughter. When you wake up, Huang Xianxian will be better.” A strange glint flashed in Jiang Li’s eyes.

Wen Rou’s gaze turned vacant as she nodded numbly before retreating to Huang Mianmian’s room.

Once Jiang Li sensed that Wen Rou and Huang Mianmian were asleep, she turned her attention to “Huang Xianxian,” who sat blankly watching TV, seemingly detached from the world. For a moment, the scene struck Jiang Li as eerily familiar.

Before she could dwell on it, Huang Xianxian urged impatiently, “Hurry up and begin,” her voice brimming with undisguised excitement.

Jiang Li nodded and locked eyes with “Huang Xianxian.” “Follow me.”

Inside the master bedroom, darkness enveloped them. Jiang Li didn’t turn on the lights, instructing “Huang Xianxian” to lie in the center of the bed.

With a crack, the spiritual energy surrounding “Huang Xianxian” shattered. Having spent too much time near Jiang Li, the protective barrier she had formed earlier collapsed under the force of Jiang Li’s spiritual power.

Jiang Li quickly channeled her energy to shield her.

The moment the barrier broke, wandering spirits swarmed in like ravenous beasts, drawn by the scent of a feast. A sinister wind howled through the room.

Focusing her mind, Jiang Li murmured incantations. With one hand, she suppressed the restless spirits with her spiritual energy; with the other, she carefully opened a tiny fissure in the protective shield around “Huang Xianxian.”

“Huang Xianxian” seemed to sense the danger—the remnants of spiritual energy within her instinctively rushed to mend the breach.

Beads of sweat the size of peas dripped down as Jiang Li shook her head to keep the perspiration from stinging her eyes.

Dividing her attention was far more difficult than she had imagined, especially since maintaining that tiny fissure required extremely precise spiritual energy. What she hadn’t anticipated was that “Huang Xianxian’s” body still contained spiritual energy of its own. Having only recently acquired these powers, Jiang Li was far from adept at controlling them and had to muster every ounce of focus to sustain the effort.

Huang Xianxian waited nearby for the right moment, her beady eyes fixed unblinkingly on “Huang Xianxian” like a predator locked onto its prey, ready to strike at any second.

A body capable of housing a soul held immense allure for wandering spirits. The closer it got to the Hour of Yin, the more frenzied they became, risking utter annihilation as they recklessly pushed against the spiritual barrier, desperate to reach “Huang Xianxian.”

If this many lost souls had gathered even before the Hour of Yin… Jiang Li couldn’t help but worry. By the time the Hour arrived, even exhausting all her spiritual energy might not be enough to hold them back. All she could do now was hope Huang Xianxian would merge with her body as soon as possible.

Finally, the residual spiritual energy within “Huang Xianxian’s” body was depleted, but Jiang Li was nearing her limit. She had no idea when Huang Xianxian’s so-called “perfect moment” would come, nor could she spare the mental energy to ponder it. She simply gritted her teeth and held the spirits at bay through sheer willpower.

Just as Jiang Li felt her spiritual energy was about to give out, Huang Xianxian darted toward the body like a bolt of lightning.

After a series of violent convulsions, “Huang Xianxian” suddenly sat up. She stretched her limbs, then turned to the exhausted Jiang Li and said, “Thank you, fox.”

With that, she waved a hand and dispersed the lingering spirits around them.

Relief washed over Jiang Li, and as the tension left her body, the world spun violently. “I’m so hungry,” she murmured before collapsing to the ground.

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Wen Rou awoke in warm arms. When she saw Huang Xianxian’s radiant face, she wondered if she was still dreaming—had she not woken up yet?

“Good morning, wife,” Huang Xianxian murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of Wen Rou’s lips, her face alight with happiness.

The unmistakable sensation made Wen Rou realize this wasn’t a dream. A whirlwind of emotions left her frozen, unsure how to react.

Huang Xianxian knew the original owner of this body had committed many wrongs, and it would be unfair to expect Wen Rou to immediately accept that she was truly awake now. Cupping Wen Rou’s face in her hands, she met her gaze and vowed with utmost sincerity, “Wife, after everything that’s happened, I’ve realized nothing matters more than you. I won’t repeat my past mistakes—I just want to live a good life with you and Mianmian.”

Then, with a pitiful plea, she added, “Wife, I’m sorry. Can you give me another chance? Let me take care of you and Mianmian properly and make up for everything I’ve done wrong?”

Years of waiting had finally borne fruit. Tears welled in Wen Rou’s eyes, but hesitation lingered. Tentatively, she asked, “You… don’t blame me for cutting out your gland?”

At the mention of her gland, Huang Xianxian felt a phantom ache at the back of her neck. She knew the wound had long since healed—this was just her body’s lingering memory.

To soothe Wen Rou’s pain and uproot the thorn buried deep in her heart, Huang Xianxian said tenderly, “I could never blame you. I only blame myself for being blinded back then. Everything was my own fault—it had nothing to do with you.”

Hearing this, Wen Rou seemed to let out a sigh of relief. Years of grievances and longing burst forth like a broken dam as she threw herself into Huang Xianxian’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Huang Xianxian held Wen Rou close, gently stroking her back to comfort her.

Wen Rou’s tears soaked the front of Huang Xianxian’s clothes. After her crying subsided, she smiled sheepishly, took Huang Xianxian’s hand, and whispered in her ear, “It’s good that you’re back. I know the old you weren’t the real you. You have to keep this secret, right? I won’t expose you.”

This time, it was Huang Xianxian’s turn to freeze! What did Wen Rou mean by that? Did she know she was possessed by a weasel spirit? That couldn’t be possible!