Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 51

“You like me too.”

Luan Yenan’s husky voice reached Zuo Baixuan, swirling around her ear, causing an itch that sent shivers down her spine, then seeped into her ear, flowing through her veins to every part of her body.

The effects of the alcohol, which had slightly subsided, surged up again.

Zuo Baixuan looked at Luan Yenan in astonishment, as if a secret in her heart that even she couldn’t understand had been suddenly exposed.

Luan Yenan had always thought that people who were slow to react were foolish and never liked to work or even communicate with such people.

But when this slight delay appeared in Zuo Baixuan, she realized that double standards truly exist.

Luan Yenan reached out and gently lifted Zuo Baixuan’s chin, making her look at her.

The music on the phone was switching songs, and in the brief silence, Luan Yenan heard Zuo Baixuan’s rapid breathing.

No answer was also an answer.

Luan Yenan didn’t hesitate and continued the action that had been interrupted earlier.

Zuo Baixuan’s body stiffened for a moment, then gradually relaxed under the short, gentle kisses.

She didn’t know what this never-before-experienced feeling was, but she was drowning in the rich vodka, unable to control herself.

Luan Yenan’s deep eyes imprinted every breath of Zuo Baixuan into her mind.

For the first time, Luan Yenan had the thought of wanting to heal her gland and mark Zuo Baixuan with her pheromones.

A strong sense of possessiveness made her try to leave more marks on Zuo Baixuan in various ways.

Luan Yenan’s fingertips danced on Zuo Baixuan’s body as the background music played “Ballade pour Adeline.”

The tacit understanding they had while practicing dance was also present at this moment.

The two were in sync, tacitly dancing to the music together.

Zuo Baixuan opened her eyes, and in her daze, she saw the smile on Luan Yenan’s face. Her face turned red, and she closed her eyes again.

Let it be a dream, don’t look directly at this teasing gaze. She murmured, “Don’t look at me, what’s so good to see?”

Luan Yenan’s breath brushed against her cheek: “There’s no better time than now to see this face.”

“Such a bad taste…” Zuo Baixuan’s words were interrupted by a slight tremble. She placed one hand on Luan Yenan’s shoulder and the other on her face, trying to push her away.

Luan Yenan was that Adeline.

What did Adeline do by the water?

Maybe she washed her face with the spring water, or maybe she drank some water because she was thirsty.

The salty taste of tears was still in Luan Yenan’s mouth, and her nostrils were filled with the scent of vanilla.

Luan Yenan tentatively poked her head under the blanket, and as she expected, it was also filled with the scent of vanilla.

It was as if she had fallen into a pile of vanilla ice cream.

Compared to Luan Yenan’s body temperature, Zuo Baixuan’s was slightly lower, except for one place that was gradually warming up.

Zuo Baixuan let out a soft breath. The scent of vanilla on the back of her neck was still seeking comfort. She was craving vodka but remembered that Luan Yenan had taken medication and wouldn’t be able to mark her until after her estrus period.

Zuo Baixuan’s mind went blank, but the emptiness was quickly filled by something else—the melody of art. The music flowed from Luan Yenan’s fingers just like the first time she sat in front of the piano. Zuo Baixuan’s breathing rose and fell with the music.

“Ballade pour Adeline” played softly. By the time it looped for who knows how many times, Zuo Baixuan had drifted into a dream.

In a half-asleep state, she chatted with Luan Yenan intermittently.

Luan Yenan finally held the deeply sleeping Zuo Baixuan in her arms. Watching her go from being able to retort and respond logically to only being able to mumble in agreement, Luan Yenan found it amusing.

She wanted to keep all these little white flowers, in every form, to herself.

Cover her with a transparent glass dome, admire her turning red or black, talking back or shy, all by myself.

But in the end, Luan Yenan controlled this desire for dominance and simply kissed Zuo Baixuan’s forehead.

Because earlier, in a daze between sorrow and satisfaction, Zuo Baixuan, with tears in her eyes, dug her fingers into Luan Yenan’s skin and spoke her heart: “Anan, I want revenge.”

A stubborn little white flower should thrive resiliently under the sky. Luan Yenan preferred such vibrant life.

Luan Yenan kissed the flower again, then whispered, “Then take revenge.”

“What if… I need to use you?” Zuo Baixuan murmured with a sob.

Use?

Luan Yenan smiled, recalling the contract Zuo Baixuan had buried at the bottom of a drawer.

Their relationship had started with mutual use.

“Then use me, I’m curious to see how you plan to use me.” Luan Yenan said, her gaze fixed deeply on Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan was exhausted, but she forced her eyelids open and smiled at Luan Yenan’s confident expression. “Are you sure?”

“Sure.”

“Even if it means destroying everything you’ve worked for?”

This stirred something in Luan Yenan, her eyes filled with a wild anticipation, as if a nerve had been struck, and she wanted to extract more amusement from Zuo Baixuan.

“Can you do it? If not, I can teach you how to make the destruction beautiful.”

Zuo Baixuan, in her haze, stopped her. “No.”

“No what?” Luan Yenan teased.

Zuo Baixuan stammered, “No… I don’t need you to teach me! I can do it myself. I want to take revenge with my own hands.”

Her drunken refusal came out soft and endearing.

Seeing her eyelids droop with exhaustion, Luan Yenan didn’t push further. Instead, she gently traced circles with her fingers and whispered, “Is it possible that I’ve been training you all along?”

Zuo Baixuan didn’t deny it. “Don’t you know the saying, ‘The apprentice surpasses the master’? Aren’t you afraid at all?”

Luan Yenan raised an eyebrow, recalling their conversation at the hotel.

“True, I don’t like to lose.”

Zuo Baixuan followed Luan Yenan’s train of thought—not losing, but devouring her.

She quickly lowered her head but didn’t push away. Instead, she panicked and buried herself in Luan Yenan’s arms. “I’m too tired. Let’s sleep, Anan.”

The tender whispers of true lovers pleased Luan Yenan. Watching Zuo Baixuan fall asleep in her arms, she didn’t insist on more.

But Luan Yenan didn’t sleep right away. She removed Zuo Baixuan’s makeup, fetched a towel to clean her, and then took a shower herself. She placed fresh clothes on the nightstand but didn’t rush to put them on. With the soft jade in her arms, she finally drifted into a peaceful sleep.

…

The autumn sky was clear, with not a cloud in sight.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making it hard to tell the time, but it was clearly late.

Zuo Baixuan opened her left eye, her vision still blurry.

Gradually, she became aware of the soreness throughout her body.

She frowned, wondering if she had been beaten after getting drunk.

But her body felt warm, her surroundings soft, and she could faintly smell the familiar scent of shower gel.

She swallowed lightly, the remnants of vodka burning down her throat, heating her body.

Only then did she realize that the soft pillow she was holding was alive.

She peeked again with her left eye.

All she saw was a sharply defined jawline, cascading wavy hair resting on shoulders, and a clear mole on the collarbone beneath the hair.

Memories of last night’s “dream” flooded her mind.

It had all… really happened.

Scene after scene flashed back, turning Zuo Baixuan’s face bright red.

She quietly retracted her limbs from Luan Yenan.

The soreness brought a wave of shyness, and her skin flushed two shades darker.

After a while, she managed to free herself from Luan Yenan’s embrace and tried to slip out of the blanket, only to realize she was completely naked.

To go out like this…

She couldn’t do it.

Her pale hand emerged from the blanket, groping around the floor until it found a silk nightgown.

She knew exactly whose it was.

But Zuo Baixuan had no other choice. Rather than staying under the blanket and becoming even more vulnerable when Luan Yenan woke up, she decided to wear it. She could always wash it and return it later.

After just two seconds of thought, she gritted her teeth and pulled the gown on.

The silk slid smoothly over her skin, and in a blink, the gown was on.

She tried her best!

After getting up, she hurriedly picked up the clothes she had thrown on the floor yesterday. As she passed the bed, she couldn’t help but glance at Luan Yenan to make sure she was still asleep before continuing.

On the other side of the bed, she saw the evening gown she had taken off last night.

The sight of it crumpled into a heap instantly reminded her of the moment she had pounced on Luan Yenan. She didn’t dare dwell on it further and quickly grabbed the dress, ready to make a run for it.

But then she heard a rustling sound behind her.

And Luan Yenan’s low, unhurried voice: “Running off in my clothes first thing in the morning? You always say I have a twisted sense of humor, but isn’t this your own little quirk?”

Zuo Baixuan turned her head but didn’t see Luan Yenan’s expression. Instead, she was startled by the sight of her bare back and the sharp lines of her figure, freezing her in place.

She really did feel like the kind of woman who would grab her dress and flee after a one-night stand.

Zuo Baixuan bit her lip, clutching the pile of clothes, unsure whether to stay or go.

Until Luan Yenan’s warm hand rested on her cold shoulder, fingers pressing against her shoulder blade.

Luan Yenan’s eyes were filled with restrained displeasure. She didn’t like waking up to see the little white flower rushing off every morning.

They were legally married, fulfilling their marital duties, so why did it feel like a one-night stand? Was this supposed to be more romantic? Or perhaps…

Her dissatisfaction was palpable.

Zuo Baixuan, unable to escape the grip on her shoulder, had no choice but to turn around.

She took a moment to assess the situation.

Luan Yenan had already put on a shirt, and there was another one on the nightstand, likely meant for her.

Zuo Baixuan felt a pang of guilt but raised her head to meet Luan Yenan’s gaze.

Luan Yenan looked down at her without any restraint or concealment, her eyes burning with a fiery intensity, emotions surging recklessly within them.

Her narrow eyes grew even sharper.

Last night’s words, “You like me too” echoed in her ears.

The invisible pressure seemed to want to swallow her whole, locking her away in those deep eyes.

Zuo Baixuan tightened her grip on the clothes in her hands, panicking as she took two steps back until she bumped into the wardrobe.

Luan Yenan, however, smiled at this.

“What, did you black out last night and forgot everything?” Luan Yenan leaned against the wardrobe and asked.

Zuo Baixuan’s heart was filled with guilt.

She hadn’t blacked out. She hadn’t forgotten.

She hadn’t been forced. She hadn’t been unwilling.

The comfort she had felt last night was as clear as the soreness in her muscles now.

But she bit her lip, unsure how to respond.

“If you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. You said you’d give yourself to me, so from yesterday onward, you’re mine.” Luan Yenan reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind Zuo Baixuan’s ear, then gently pinched her earlobe.

Zuo Baixuan wasn’t sure about the details of her intoxicated state.

But she was certain she hadn’t said that!

Not wanting Luan Yenan to continue spouting nonsense, she retorted, “I never said that! If anything, it was you who said I could use you!”

“So you even remember the last part of our conversation?” Luan Yenan took a step closer.

Zuo Baixuan quickly raised her hands to block Luan Yenan.

The evening gown and undergarments fell to the floor.

Luan Yenan’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she continued to gaze at her, her stare seemingly able to see through every part of Zuo Baixuan.

“You really do suit this kind of outfit.”

Though it was Luan Yenan’s own silk slip dress, it looked entirely different on Zuo Baixuan.

This was the same Zuo Baixuan who usually wrapped herself up tightly.

The novelty made Luan Yenan’s breathing heavier, and “Ballade pour Adeline” began to play in her mind again.

Zuo Baixuan quickly averted her gaze, mustering all her strength to say, “We’re just in a client-contractor relationship. Using each other, last night… it was all just mutual benefit!”

Luan Yenan narrowed her eyes.

Her earlier thoughts were instantly interrupted.

Replaced by a stifling dissatisfaction in her chest.

Mutual benefit?

Is that how you define last night, little white flower?

If it was just mutual benefit, why did you share your secrets?

If it was just mutual benefit, why did you cry in my arms?

If it was just mutual benefit, why did you ask me what love is, and say you felt heartache?

Luan Yenan was almost unable to contain her anger.

Zuo Baixuan wasn’t faring much better. She could feel that Luan Yenan’s good mood had been completely ruined by her.

But she had no other choice. She couldn’t think of any other way to handle the situation.

Unable to continue meeting Luan Yenan’s gaze, she could only flee in a hurry, not caring about the pile of clothes left on the floor.

Luan Yenan watched as Zuo Baixuan dodged and escaped.

But it wasn’t just her face—even the skin on her back was flushed red.

Luan Yenan found herself amused by this simple detail.

Mutual benefit, huh?

Fine.

…

Zuo Baixuan had nothing planned for the day and, due to her sore muscles, had no desire to go out. She locked herself in her room, and even if Luan Yenan came to call her for meals, she had already prepared her response.

Today, she was determined not to leave the room no matter what!

But Luan Yenan didn’t come knocking. Instead, she sent a message.

【A batch of new hires is joining today, including Chen Huanyu and Jiang Lingdan. Do you want to come along?】

“What? It’s one thing for Senior Chen Huanyu to join, but why is Lingdan joining too?” Zuo Baixuan was stunned. She poked her head out of the side bedroom, as if someone had taken a hostage and she needed to rush to the rescue.

Zuo Baixuan had already changed into thick pajamas but still felt insecure hiding behind the door.

Peeking out, she saw Luan Yenan sitting by the dining table, leisurely enjoying her brunch.

Luan Yenan was still wearing the shirt she had on when she woke up, but her eyes were now calm, devoid of the earlier intensity.

This made Zuo Baixuan purse her lips. Did her passion cool down so quickly?

After a moment of thought, she found herself strange.

She was the one who had rejected her, and Luan Yenan had simply retreated to her original position. Why was she overthinking this?

After a brief consideration, Zuo Baixuan walked out of the room.

Luan Yenan’s gaze fell on the seat opposite her, signaling Zuo Baixuan to sit down. She finished the last sip of her soup before speaking. “It’s not just the two of them. There are many new hires coming. If you join, we’ll have enough to form a new project team.”

“I’m not ready for that, am I? I can manage following others, but leading a team on my own—I don’t think I can do that.” Zuo Baixuan switched to work mode, calming down slightly.

Luan Yenan stared at her for a moment before saying, “That’s fine. You can take on a leadership role administratively, and technically, you can follow Chen Huanyu.”

Zuo Baixuan’s eyes lit up, her mind quickly calculating, though her hands remained steady as she ate.

Luan Yenan’s arrangement really was about nurturing her, wasn’t it?

After confirming this in her mind, she nodded and said, “I’ll do my best, and since the company is still in need of talent, I’ve contacted a few former colleagues in the past few days, some are willing to join. I’ll send you their profiles later for you to review.”

Luan Yenan’s voice was as crisp and direct as the autumn wind: “You can choose team members you feel comfortable working with, no need to go through me—just contact HR directly.”

Zuo Baixuan hadn’t expected Luan Yenan to trust her so genuinely, not just in words. This made her think of last night’s conversation again, the whispers replaying in her ears.

But Luan Yenan got up and walked back to her room without another word.

Zuo Baixuan’s words lingered on the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t know how to say them.

Luan Yenan had automatically reverted to their previous polite and distant dynamic, but Zuo Baixuan felt uneasy.

Couldn’t this person struggle a little more?

The strange morning passed, and by the time they met again in the afternoon, both were dressed formally.

Luan Yenan had tied her hair up and wore a pair of black diamond earrings.

Since she had acquired enough accessories, she would match them with her daily outfits and moods.

The black diamonds today might indicate her bad mood.

So, was she angry now?

Zuo Baixuan followed behind Luan Yenan, secretly observing her. She had even deliberately brought butterfly ear clips today, though she wasn’t sure if Luan Yenan had noticed.

Luan Yenan’s expression remained unchanged as she typed on her phone.

Zuo Baixuan received a message at the same time and instinctively thought it was from Luan Yenan.

Was this necessary?

Were they really going to text while in the same elevator?

But when she opened her phone, it wasn’t from Luan Yenan.

It was from Jiang Lingdan.

【Little Zuo! I’m being brought to your company by Senior Chen! We’ll be there soon! They even gave me an official position.】

【What position?】

Only then did Zuo Baixuan remember that Luan Yenan hadn’t explained why Jiang Lingdan was joining the company this morning.

【A team leader in the PR department! Perfect for me! Hahaha! I heard there are already a few PR graduates in the team. I’m basically parachuting in! It’s great to have connections with you—your wife has pulled strings for me twice now!】

Once for Professor Chen’s research group.

And now for the PR department at “First Round.”

Zuo Baixuan stared at her phone for a while before replying: 【Do your best in the PR department, there will be plenty of opportunities to make use of your skills, and I believe in your abilities. You’ll shine.】

【Oh ho ho, what’s going on, Little Zuo! Not only did you not refute the term “your wife” but now you’re even acting like the boss’s wife. Be honest—did something happen between you and Luan Yenan last night?】

Zuo Baixuan’s hands trembled as she held her phone. Thankfully, this wasn’t a face-to-face conversation, so she still had room to feign composure. 【What could have happened?】

【Really? After yesterday’s news, nothing happened? [Link]】

Zuo Baixuan clicked on the link Jiang Lingdan had sent.

An entire section was dedicated to Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan’s interactions from last night—from their grand entrance, to stealing the spotlight while dancing, to the subtle gestures during the interview, and finally, Luan Yenan carrying Zuo Baixuan away. The black and white dresses intertwined, captivating the eye, and the happiness on their faces was unmistakable even through the low-resolution pixels.

Zuo Baixuan clenched her fists tightly.

After a while…

Luan Yenan drove the car into the industrial park.

Zuo Baixuan followed Luan Yenan out of the car, quickly catching up and grabbing her arm.

Luan Yenan seemed quite accustomed to this, holding Zuo Baixuan’s hand in return, but she remained silent.

Seeing that Luan Yenan wasn’t reacting, Zuo Baixuan tugged on her arm as they entered the elevator, leaning in to whisper, “Did you see the news reports from yesterday? Photos of us were trending.”

“I didn’t see them, but Luo Yun mentioned it.” Luan Yenan replied, her voice still calm, as if she hadn’t slept well and lacked energy or interest.

“So, what’s with your mood today? You were all lovey-dovey yesterday, and now you’re giving off cold vibes?” Zuo Baixuan seemed to be accusing Luan Yenan of her inconsistent attitude.

Unexpectedly, Luan Yenan curled her lips into a half-smile, turning to stare steadily at Zuo Baixuan. She placed a hand on the back of Zuo Baixuan’s neck and countered, “Then who was it that just had an intimate moment yesterday but today is talking about a contractual relationship?”

Zuo Baixuan tilted her head back but couldn’t escape. She could only adjust her breathing nervously.

She tried to give a calm and carefree response: “I’m just stating the facts. Our relationship is more about public collaboration. Yesterday, we just had too much to drink, and things got out of hand. But it was enjoyable, and no one lost out. We’re adults; we should understand. Or… are you serious?”

Her words were provoking.

Zuo Baixuan didn’t believe that someone as proud as Luan Yenan would admit to being serious.

Even though, in her dazed state yesterday, the deep gaze had made her feel sincerity.

Sigh…

What if Luan Yenan didn’t follow the script and actually admitted to being serious?

Zuo Baixuan was both afraid and hopeful.

She couldn’t accept developing a stable, intimate relationship while feeling inferior and mutually using each other.

Yet, the faint hope in her heart made it hard to resist.

Luan Yenan’s lips curved into a genuine smile.

If Zuo Baixuan could keep her ears and cheeks from turning so red, Luan Yenan might have believed the whole “adults should understand” act.

“Alright, so it’s still a collaborative relationship, right? We have to maintain our image, don’t we?”

Luan Yenan ran her fingers through Zuo Baixuan’s hair, cupping the back of her head and pulling her closer.

Ding—

The elevator arrived.

Outside the elevator stood a maintenance team waiting to switch shifts. Their cheerful chatter froze instantly.

Ahhhh, help! The boss and the boss’s wife are kissing in the elevator!

Ahhhh!!! x100!

How are we supposed to eat lunch after this?

This is a mouthful of dog food!

The entire team covered their mouths, afraid their screams would disturb the two in the elevator.

Zuo Baixuan caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of her eye. After a moment of shock, she tried to push Luan Yenan away but was held tightly in her arms.

Only when the elevator doors almost closed automatically did Luan Yenan free one hand to press the door-open button, finally loosening her grip.

Her face returned to its calm expression as she turned to the employees outside the elevator. “Good work, everyone.”

The team glanced at the composed Luan Yenan and then at the blushing Zuo Baixuan, gripping their pants in excitement and shouting loudly, “Not at all!!!”

Author’s Note:

Employees: If this is what we get to see, who would want to take time off? We’d be thinking about overtime every day!

Zuo Baixuan: Is this what capitalists are like?

Luan Yenan: (lifting her chin) This is what adults do.

Thank you all so much for your support. I’ll keep going!