Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 1
In the spacious CEO’s office, a row of white-collar workers dressed in formal attire stood densely packed.
The office’s black-and-white decor style added an indescribable sense of oppression. Everyone’s face bore a hint of gloom, carefully considering what to say.
The central air conditioning softly blew cold air, significantly lowering the room’s temperature, yet fine beads of sweat appeared on everyone’s bodies.
One man stealthily tugged at his tie, stepped forward, and placed a folder on the desk: “President Luan, after evaluation, a direct acquisition would require substantial funds, which we currently lack. Unless we mortgage all our real estate, the bank is indeed willing to cooperate with us, but this would greatly increase our debt ratio, posing a high risk.”
A woman with exquisite makeup sat at the desk, gently pushing her gold-rimmed glasses.
Her narrow, fox-like eyes revealed sharp and cunning glances as she slowly scanned the employees before her.
Her fingers rested on the documents, her crimson lips curling into a smile, her tone relaxed: “Even if it’s a one-for-one exchange, I will take over his company. When the stock market opens today, buy as much as you can. We’ll use mortgage loans for the subsequent funds. Opportunities to swallow them up are rare.”
The employees subtly swallowed hard at her words, knowing well that they couldn’t sway this woman’s thoughts.
From the moment they joined the company, they knew their boss, Luan Yenan, was a ‘mad genius’.
Here, the term “mad genius” carries no derogatory connotation.
Mad, as in treating investments like a thrilling game, yet mastering the rules of the game. Making others fearful and tense, while she herself remains effortlessly in control.
Having such a boss is both thrilling and reassuring. It’s like riding a roller coaster, experiencing moments of weightlessness and thrilling drops, yet your rationality clearly tells you that the safety measures are tightly secured, allowing you to relax.
…But how can you relax?!
She is a captivating woman, not just because of her stunning looks and impressive figure, but also because of her personality.
Never afraid of failure, possessing bizarre tactics and vision.
In just ten years, she turned a small investment company into a world top 500, evading various capital engulfments, either by alliance or confrontation, which can be considered a business miracle.
To acquire her biggest rival company, she laid out plans three years in advance, like a patient hunter.
Now that the trap has caught the prey’s leg, and the prey struggles to take her down with it, she regains her madness, determined to deliver a fatal blow, celebrating her investment company’s tenth anniversary.
At this moment, her face is full of composure, her eyes sparkling.
With this, all goals of the past decade are accomplished.
What interesting games should she seek in the next ten years?
She removes her glasses and looks out the window.
The blazing sun, surprisingly penetrating the window’s shading film, brings a dazzling white light.
Everything around is engulfed by the white light.
Bang!
Dizzy, Luan Yenan’s hands slam heavily on the desk.
The silver-rimmed glasses in her hand are deformed by the force, indicating the strength of the impact.
The sudden incident startles all employees, who hurriedly ask: “President Luan, what’s wrong?”
But there is no response.
The twisted glasses under her palm transmit waves of pain. This pain travels through her muscles to her chest.
A heart-piercing pain and rapid palpitations. These sensations feel familiar to Luan Yenan; it’s not the first time her heart has protested due to excessive workload.
Her private doctor has warned her several times that continuing like this could lead to sudden death.
But who is Luan Yenan?
Since birth, people have repeatedly told her about the bleak life awaiting her in the future.
She refused to accept her fate, leading to a premeditated escape, the beginning of all changes.
Since that moonlit night when she chased the moonlight along a winding muddy path to escape her nightmare, she has found a new starting point for her life.
Years of wild growth, starting from scratch.
She became what others call a top capitalist, a workaholic.
She can let go of anything, including her body.
Previously, working around the clock for weeks was nothing.
What about three days?
But this time is different; the numbness in her heart hasn’t ended, and she has already lost control of her body, followed by a feeling of her soul leaving her body.
The white light before her eyes changes, shrouded in thick fog.
Her nerves reconnect with her body, every cell rapidly generating heat, the burning sensation making her extremely uncomfortable.
This burning sensation is especially severe at the back of her neck, where something strange is continuously released from a small fissure.
Simultaneously, the reconnected nerves transmit a large amount of information from an unknown source.
This feeling is subtle.
Like a sudden inspiration.
A novel outline is poured into her mind.
Luan Yenan intuitively feels that this world is explaining what’s happening.
Informing her that she has transmigrated into a novel titled “The Diary of a White Flower’s Sudden Wealth [ABO]”.
The white flower protagonist, Zuo Baixuan, is an orphan with a mysterious background, adopted by foster parents who are not responsible. She grew up lacking basic necessities, working hard to buy nutritional supplements, barely surviving her differentiation.
After differentiating into an Omega, her foster parents’ attitude changed slightly, but she still didn’t live a good life. While still in university, she was coerced by her foster parents to sell her to a mad genius scumbag Alpha.
The “sudden wealth” in the title is homophonic with “revenge”, indicating that the white flower is a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
While silently enduring abuse from the antagonist and various unfair treatments in life, she bides her time, growing stronger, and eventually devises an “accidental” plan to personally cut off the scumbag Alpha’s gland, turning them into a cripple, freeing herself from bondage.
Later, she overcomes various difficulties to establish her own company, discovers the truth about her origins, completely breaks away from her original family, scorns all Alpha advances, only keeping a background male lead by her side.
Ultimately, she lives a happy life.
Congratulations, congratulations.
If the mad genius scumbag Alpha in the novel wasn’t coincidentally named “Luan Yenan”, it would indeed be a cause for celebration.
Mad genius?
What a coincidence, isn’t it?
She is known in the company as the mad genius boss.
The first time Luan Yenan heard employees secretly using this term to describe her, she quite liked it.
As for being a scumbag?
Luan Yenan, who has never considered personal relationships, hasn’t had the chance to be a scumbag.
She is somewhat interested in understanding what it takes to earn the scumbag label. Therefore, she tries to search for information about the original body.
Unfortunately, in the outline, “Luan Yenan” is just a background character providing a brief biography for the protagonist, with details so sparse that they can only be gleaned from the text.
Luan Yenan squints in the chaos, the sense of nothingness gradually disappearing, the white light before her eyes dispersing, revealing blurred yet concrete shadows.
Her brain regains full control of her body’s sensations.
As she gradually regains control, her hands continue to act out of inertia.
She realizes she is lying on top of a girl with a good figure, her right hand gripping a pair of slender wrists, her left hand pulling hard at a bathrobe belt.
Even through the thick, soft bathrobe, she can feel the curves, the tense gasps, and fearful whimpers.
The atmosphere carries a certain sticky, enticing feeling.
Is the white flower protagonist of this book the one before her?
The fog before her eyes completely dissipates.
Luan Yenan sees the first person she encounters in this world.
Zuo Baixuan.
Before her are exquisite features, a jade-like face, the perfect level of beauty for a protagonist.
Especially those peach blossom eyes, instantly capturing Luan Yenan’s attention. Red and teary, they stir a certain itch in the heart.
Her pink lips glisten, yet the corners of her mouth suppress sobs of weakness.
Simultaneously, a vanilla scent drifts into her nostrils.
No, more accurately, this vanilla scent isn’t entirely detected by the nostrils.
It’s as if every cell in her body receives this pleasant aroma, the vanilla scent like soft feathers, brushing against her.
Or more precisely, it’s received by the abnormality at the back of her neck.
Luan Yenan recalls the ABO world setting from the outline.
A small portion of humans, during their adolescent development, further differentiate into Alpha and Omega beyond the basic male and female.
Standing out from the undifferentiated Betas, like chosen ones, yet with many flaws.
Alphas and Omegas develop glands that can secrete pheromones and are also controlled by pheromones.
For example, now, no matter how fearful or unwilling the Omega is, the pleasant pheromones seem to be inviting the Alpha.
And Luan Yenan, as an Alpha, feels a strange emotion from the depths of her heart, a strong desire to possess, loudly clamoring from the back of her neck.
She frowns slightly; as an investor, she dislikes this feeling of being controlled by bodily instincts, irritably suppressing the impulse, continuing to observe the young girl before her.
A slim, beautiful young girl, weak and helpless. Her trembling body weakly emits signals for help.
But who can save her?
They are in a bedroom, a completely private space, with no third person in the room.
Luan Yenan’s hand relaxes slightly.
The girl struggles violently.
This struggle makes the vanilla scent in the air more stimulating to the Alpha’s body.
Luan Yenan is somewhat unfamiliar with the Alpha’s body structure, that faint itching sensation, lightly scratching the back of her neck, heavily scratching her heart.
Her heart thumps loudly, causing all her muscles to tighten.
The girl senses the change in the person above her, her vocal cords trembling, stuttering: “Luan Yenan, you, you can’t break the agreement.”
Luan Yenan doesn’t respond, just shifts her uncomfortable body.
The heavy metal style leather jacket’s rivets touch the girl’s delicate skin.
The cold, dull pain makes Zuo Baixuan whimper again, her peach blossom eyes filled with pleading yet hiding anger and resentment.
This appearance of suppressing true feelings to feign weakness easily stirs a desire to conquer.
Luan Yenan squints, continuing to observe this seemingly harmless, innocent girl.
What else will she do?
Soon, a seductive look appears on the pure face, the vanilla scent continuously wafting from the back of her neck.
Luan Yenan’s mind stirs, interested, she leans down to inhale deeply near the girl’s neck.
The girl’s body trembles.
Her swollen gland at the back of her neck becomes slightly moist, like a layer of lip balm, glistening, or like a layer of sweet, delicious honey.
Luan Yenan also begins to pant lightly. Just a deep breath brings an indescribable comfort. More changes occur at the back of her neck.
With rapid breathing, the gland also exhales.
A strong spicy scent fills the air.
The girl beneath her struggles to turn her head, meeting Luan Yenan’s gaze, tremblingly managing to say a complete sentence: “I’m still, still a senior, graduating this year, I want to graduate normally, I can’t, can’t have a child now. Please.”
Her whole body exudes fragility, only her eyes hide a trace of disguised hatred and anger, a dangerous sense of hidden lethality amidst the weakness.
Luan Yenan next catches a glimpse of a cold glint, a pair of scissors peeking out from under the pillow.
So, the protagonist’s idea to cut the scumbag Alpha’s gland arose this early.
This girl reminds her of her former self, struggling to escape the quagmire.
Luan Yenan can’t help but curl her lips into a smile.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing is truly interesting.
Luan Yenan thus feels a desire to cultivate this flower and personally pluck it.
The more thorny, the more interesting.
She uses her index finger to wipe away the tears from the flower, her pinky hooking the scissors’ handle under the pillow, with a slight force, she pulls it out, brushing against the white flower’s neck.
“You seem quite interested in my gland, I don’t mind teaching you how to handle it.”
The cold, sharp sensation sliding across her neck is more abrupt than the rivets’ stimulation.
Zuo Baixuan’s muscles stiffen, her eyes widen, even her trembling stops.
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