Transmigrated as an Alpha, the Fox Spirit Lives on Pheromone - Chapter 31

Bai Muqin had just finished bathing, her body still radiating warmth, her fair skin tinged with a rosy glow, as if slightly intoxicated. Tiny droplets of water glistened on her exposed skin, rolling downward into the secret, sacred crevice before vanishing without a trace.

Languidly reclining against the bedside, she held a tablet, scrolling through the financial reports Qin Nian had compiled for her. At the very end, however, she found an unexpected addition—a gossip magazine snippet, Zhuang Feixu Secretly Meets Lover on Set—Is She Cradle-Snatching?

The article elaborately described their encounter, naturally embellished with exaggerated details, and included a blurry, barely recognizable photo. One figure was unmistakably Zhuang Feixu, while the other appeared much younger.

For some inexplicable reason, Bai Muqin felt an inexplicable fondness for the younger person in the photo. Puzzled, she tapped her fingers absently against the tablet as she pondered.

Bai Muqin had crossed paths with Zhuang Feixu at numerous social events—they were acquaintances at best. As the eldest daughter of the Zhuang family, Zhuang Feixu was a permanent fixture in the entertainment industry, renowned for her striking beauty and an age that remained a mystery. Rumors swirled about her promiscuity, claiming she flitted from one omega’s bed to another, which explained her perpetual single status.

Due to Zhuang Feixu’s carefree, business-averse nature, the mantle of Zhuang family heir had fallen to the second daughter, Zhuang Piaopiao. However, because she was an omega, there had been no shortage of opposition within the family. Yet, through sheer capability, she had expanded the Yucheng branch of the family business to rival the main branch. Eighteen years ago, she and her alpha wife, Suo Lan, who had married into the family, welcomed a daughter—later identified as an S-class alpha by the hospital. From then on, all dissent regarding the heirship vanished.

Bai Muqin had always admired Zhuang Piaopiao, though she couldn’t help but lament that even such a formidable woman, in an alpha-dominated society, ultimately had to rely on offspring to secure her position.

Because of Zhuang Piaopiao, Bai Muqin paid some attention to the Zhuang family’s affairs. By her calculations, Zhuang Piaopiao’s daughter was nearing adulthood—and the young person in the photo looked to be around seventeen or eighteen.

She chuckled softly. If her guess was correct, that young person was likely Zhuang Feixu’s niece. A niece and her aunt embroiled in a scandal—now that was amusing. But given Zhuang Feixu’s personality, she wouldn’t bother clarifying. She had never confirmed or denied any past rumors, leaving the media free to speculate wildly about her private life, all for the sake of clicks.

After some thought, Bai Muqin attributed her inexplicable fondness for the young person to the fact that she was Zhuang Piaopiao’s daughter.

Stretching lazily, she set the tablet on the nightstand and turned her gaze to the small lump curled at the very edge of the blanket.

Little Fox Jiang seemed afraid of being discovered, staying completely still under the covers. Hidden beneath the blanket, she wallowed in self-reproach—her owner had already made plans, and she had misunderstood, even gotten angry at her. She really wasn’t a good fox. It must be because her fox brain was too small, making her thoughts too one-sided. Now that her owner was ignoring her out of anger, she had brought it upon herself.

What disappointed Little Fox Jiang even more was that today, her owner hadn’t bathed her herself—instead, she had Qin Nian do it. She hadn’t even been allowed into the room, forcing her to sneak in while her owner was showering and hide under the covers.

As long as she could be close to her owner, even sleeping at her feet was a kind of happiness.

Bai Muqin glanced at the little ball of fur, a faint smile curling at the corners of her lips. Pretending not to notice, she lay down as usual, pulling the blanket over herself. Her heels were just a few centimeters away from Little Fox Jiang—just a slight stretch of her legs, and she could touch her.

Little Fox Jiang didn’t dare to breathe too loudly. The blanket was stuffy, so she quietly lifted it to take a gulp of fresh air before snuggling back in.

Once asleep, Bai Muqin felt a tickling sensation at her toes. Looking down, she saw Jiang Li holding her foot as if it were a treasure, pressing gentle kisses to it.

The tingling pleasure spread from her toes to her entire body, leaving Bai Muqin both embarrassed and exhilarated.

She thought to herself, Ah Li must have been licking me in her sleep—that’s why I’m having such a lewd and strange dream.

What would happen next was obvious. But until the very end, Bai Muqin couldn’t understand why, in this dream, she was still the one lying back and enjoying it.

She had never experienced anything like this in reality, yet the sensations in the dream felt incredibly real and pleasurable. Bai Muqin couldn’t help but wonder—Whose dream am I in, really?

She remembered the time she had entered Ali’s dream and was eventually pushed out by her. If she could wake up on her own this time, it would mean she was still in her own dream.

With just a thought, a knife appeared in her hand. Gulping, she steeled herself but only dared to make the slightest cut on her finger. Instantly, she jolted awake…

The pain still lingered at her fingertips, only to realize that Ah Li was sucking on her fingers.

It was then that Bai Muqin noticed—Ah Li had somehow snuck into her arms again. So those unbearably real sensations in the dream… were they caused by this little troublemaker?

Just a few light touches and brushes, yet her dream had spiraled into such shameless scenarios. Bai Muqin knew she couldn’t blame Ah Li—it was her own pent-up desires running wild.

Closing her eyes, she pushed away the distracting thoughts, and soon, sleep took her once more…

Again, she found herself in a dream brimming with springtime warmth. Facing Ali’s radiant beauty, she could feel her heart flutter, as if gently brushed by feather grass—itchy and tingling.

She didn’t know how it started, but as naturally as eating or drinking, the two of them moved in perfect sync, as if sharing an unspoken understanding.

In the end, Bai Muqin woke up in tears, overwhelmed by the unrestrained indulgence in her dream. She could hardly believe she had actually begged Ah Li for mercy while crying—such a scene was too mortifying to put into words.

The emotions from the dream spilled into reality. As she wiped her eyes, traces of tears still lingered at the corners.

Little Fox Jiang crouched beside her, watching with concern. She tentatively stretched out her tongue, wanting to lick away the tears on Bai Muqin’s cheeks, but was firmly stopped.

Bai Muqin thought, If Ah Li were in her human form right now, I might have gladly let her lick me with her tongue. At some point, the scales of her affection had tipped. She had always loved foxes since childhood and thought she would prefer Ah Li as a little fox. But now, she had to admit—she liked Ali’s human form even more. And if the two could be combined, that would be even better.

Little Fox Jiang felt that Bai Muqin was exuding an icy aura all over, which left her very puzzled. She could understand if her owner disliked her saliva, but when she tried to snuggle closer, she was still rejected.

She suddenly felt dejected—was her owner still angry with her?

However, what Little Fox Jiang didn’t know was that Bai Muqin simply couldn’t face the dream from last night, let alone its protagonist.

Today was Saturday, and Bai Muqin didn’t have to go to the office. After replying to a few emails, she noticed Ah Li still circling around her.

She had a nagging feeling that she’d forgotten something important.

What was it?

Bai Muqin racked her brain and finally remembered—she hadn’t fed Ah Li since last night. Having no experience with pets, it was normal to forget feeding, she justified to herself.

No wonder Ah Li kept approaching despite her cold attitude—she must be starving.

With a sigh, Bai Muqin told herself that dreams shouldn’t be taken seriously. She bent down, scooped Little Fox Jiang into her arms, and began serving breakfast.

After absorbing the pheromones, Little Fox Jiang looked utterly satisfied as Bai Muqin carried her downstairs.

Downstairs, Zhao Ma saw them and instructed Zhang Jie to reheat breakfast in the kitchen. Then, cautiously, she asked Bai Muqin, “Miss Bai, does the little fox want some roast chicken?”

Ever since that night, Ah Li hadn’t returned, and instead, a little fox had appeared in the house. Zhao Ma had inquired and learned that the person who brought the fox was named Huang Xianxian!

Such a coincidence made Zhao Ma suspect that this little fox might be a fox immortal. Recalling that Great Immortal Huang loved roast chicken, she had kept some prepared, thinking the fox immortal might enjoy it too.

Bai Muqin paused briefly before shaking her head. “No need.”

She ate breakfast leisurely, glancing over when the doorbell rang.

Perhaps catching a familiar scent, Little Fox Jiang jumped out of Bai Muqin’s arms and followed Zhao Ma to answer the door.

Outside stood Huang Xianxian, holding Huang Mianmian and holding hands with Wen Rou—the trio wore blissful smiles.

After setting Huang Mianmian down, Huang Xianxian helped Wen Rou carry in the gifts they’d brought. She introduced herself to Zhao Ma, “Hello, Auntie. I’m Huang Xianxian, newly moved in next door. I came to thank Miss Bai.”

Little Fox Jiang let out a couple of “awoo”s at her. Huang Xianxian picked her up and whispered in her ear, “Why haven’t you changed back yet? Didn’t your owner enter your dream to help you refine the pheromones?”

“Come in and sit,” Bai Muqin said, appearing before them unexpectedly.

Once seated, Wen Rou showered Bai Muqin with gratitude, saying that ever since they moved in, Huang Xianxian had returned to normal—proof that the place had nourishing feng shui.

Meanwhile, Huang Xianxian cuddled Little Fox Jiang, murmuring things no one else could understand.

Little Fox Jiang answered Huang Xianxian’s question: “She entered my dream—or rather, I entered hers.”

To everyone else, it just sounded like more “awoo”s.

Huang Xianxian checked Jiang Li’s spiritual power and frowned. “You didn’t do anything in the dream?”

Little Fox Jiang said, “We did, we did.” She didn’t dare mention that she’d made her owner cry. A thought struck her—was her owner acting cold because she’d bullied her in the dream?

“That can’t be. Last time, the effect was so good. Why hasn’t there been any progress this time?”

“Last time?” Little Fox Jiang couldn’t help but recall that lingering, passionate dream. She had thought it was merely her own wishful fantasy, but it seemed that wasn’t the case.

“Right! Last time your woman injected you with too much pheromone and finally entered your dream to be with you—that’s why you woke up so quickly.” Huang Xianxian added a layer of spiritual power to her eyes, then secretly glanced at Bai Muqin. Good heavens, the spiritual energy was surging!

Little Fox Jiang’s heart instantly filled with sweetness—so her mistress enjoyed so many variations.