Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 63

The heavy door opened, and a tsunami of pheromones rushed out.

Vodka was the surging wave, crashing directly onto her.

The impact made Zuo Baixuan instinctively close her eyes, her glands already reacting intensely through the barrier patch.

Before she could take more than a few steps into the room, her legs gave out, unable to support her, and she knelt on the ground, like a fish washed ashore by the waves.

Fortunately, the door hadn’t closed yet.

After a few minutes, as the pheromones were sucked away by the hallway’s ventilation system, Zuo Baixuan finally regained her composure. She leaned against the wall and slowly got up, turning the room’s ventilation system to its maximum.

Even standing in the airflow, the out-of-control pheromones from the top-tier Alpha continued to rage.

An endless storm, with no sign of when it might cease.

Zuo Baixuan turned on the light.

Looking at the floor, only Luan Yenan’s shoes were neatly placed to the side, indicating that Luan Yenan had returned alone and in a relatively stable condition.

It was all a sudden turn of events.

Zuo Baixuan glanced into the room. The living room was eerily quiet, the only change from the morning being a piece of paper now pressed under the vase.

It was Luan Yenan’s medical report, with a barely legible note from the doctor at the bottom, the words “marking” just discernible.

Zuo Baixuan leaned on the table, staring at it for a while, her brow furrowed.

She then looked toward the master bedroom.

The door to the master bedroom was open, the room dimly lit, not a sound to be heard, the silence hiding danger.

“Luan Yenan?” Zuo Baixuan called out.

There was no response.

Zuo Baixuan pressed against the wall, slowly making her way toward the master bedroom.

Step by step, the pheromones in the room grew stronger, like a dragon’s den or a tiger’s lair, where a beast could leap out at any moment in the darkness.

An Alpha in their susceptible period was indeed a beast to an Omega.

A smart Omega would naturally choose to stay away.

But Zuo Baixuan’s steps continued to move forward, not stopping.

The cool barrier patch on the back of her neck lost its stickiness and slid off her skin.

The vodka was intoxicating, chaotic thoughts swirling in her mind, forcing her to grit her teeth to maintain her rationality.

“Luan Yenan.” Zuo Baixuan stepped into the dimly lit master bedroom. Where was the rationality? This behavior was anything but wise.

Bang—!

A sound devoid of any gentleness.

Zuo Baixuan felt the world spin.

Her arm was twisted in a swift motion, and she was slammed against the wardrobe.

The lurking beast in the darkness bared its fangs.

Luan Yenan gripped Zuo Baixuan’s neck with one hand and her arm with the other, both hands exerting just enough force.

In the pitch-black eyes, a strange light burst forth, as if reflecting the light from outside the door, or perhaps emanating from within.

Zuo Baixuan was overwhelmed by the aura, the pheromones, and the gripping hands, struggling to breathe.

“Luan Yenan, let go, I…” Zuo Baixuan struggled.

Luan Yenan watched Zuo Baixuan’s struggle, but her grip only tightened. She swallowed hard, the thought of destroying the blooming flower with her own hands surging relentlessly in her mind.

Zuo Baixuan felt the hand around her neck tighten, and as her last breath was trapped, she began to struggle for air. But just as she was on the verge of suffocation, the grip loosened with restrained effort.

Leaning against the wardrobe, Zuo Baixuan coughed lightly a few times, then took a few deep breaths, looking up at Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan’s gaze was aggressive, her canine teeth already protruding from her gums, and the vodka in the air threatening to drown Zuo Baixuan at any moment, declaring her intent.

The faint scent of vanilla, like Zuo Baixuan at this moment, was utterly defenseless.

Zuo Baixuan’s gaze followed the fine beads of sweat on Luan Yenan’s forehead, tracing down her cheek until they finally dripped onto her arm.

Zuo Baixuan exhaled softly, her tone gentle as she asked, “What happened? Did Si Ruxin’s pheromones affect you?”

Luan Yenan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Earlier that afternoon, after taking Si Ruxin on a casual tour of the factory, the young lady, who had no interest in the dull machinery, quickly grew bored and demanded that Luan Yenan treat her to a meal.

Luan Yenan agreed.

She handed her car keys to an employee at the duty station, instructing him to return them to the office, then left in Si Ruxin’s car, directing the driver all the way to the hospital.

Si Ruxin was visibly exasperated.

Luan Yenan explained that she needed to pick up her medical report from the hospital, and since they were both busy, she suggested they make do with the hospital cafeteria.

Si Ruxin, however, was not one to compromise. She was a true aristocrat.

From the moment she could remember, her family had been wealthy, their fortunes rising steadily. Her parents had always given her the best of everything.

Because she loved art, she studied it, later going abroad to study design. Her food, clothing, and daily necessities were all of the highest quality. She truly couldn’t stomach cafeteria food.

The fact that she had even sat with Luan Yenan in their company cafeteria was already a significant concession, and she hadn’t touched the dessert that had been ordered.

She had barely eaten anything since waking up early that morning, had only picked at her lunch, skipped afternoon tea, and now Luan Yenan expected her to eat in a hospital cafeteria? She might as well just die.

“Typical straight Alpha cancer, no wonder the Omegas who fall for you must be sick!” Si Ruxin left Luan Yenan with this remark, stomping away in frustration, nearly breaking the heel of her high heels.

Luan Yenan watched the car carrying Si Ruxin disappear down the road before touching the back of her neck.

The discomfort had started when she woke up that morning and had grown worse after meeting Si Ruxin.

For now, she could still suppress it, but who knew how long that would last.

Luan Yenan immediately entered the hospital, collected her medical report, and explained her condition to the doctor.

She detailed everything—how she had injected two doses of suppressants on the day her susceptible period began, her state over the past few days, leaving nothing out.

The doctor recorded the symptoms and uploaded the data to the database.

Unfortunately, Professor Zhong Hongbo had been recruited for a confidential national research project and was unreachable. The doctor could only prescribe medication for now and offer advice based on his clinical experience.

That advice, written in black and white on the paper, boiled down to one core sentence: It is recommended to mark your spouse.

As he wrote it, the doctor himself found it somewhat amusing to provide such a formal suggestion.

Yet, Luan Yenan held the paper and stared at it for a long time. Even after returning home, she continued to ponder the matter.

It wasn’t until the susceptible period erupted again, just as the doctor had predicted, once the suppressants wore off, that she realized she hadn’t prepared herself in time.

Her hands trembled so violently she couldn’t even hold her phone, let alone send a message to Zuo Baixuan in advance.

For a typical Alpha, the susceptible period might cause irritability or anxiety, generally manifesting as a heightened desire for an Omega.

For a top-tier Alpha, whose pheromone concentration is exceptionally high, all symptoms are amplified.

But for an Alpha like Luan Yenan, whose pheromones are abnormal, the symptoms are not only more intense but can also lead to a complete loss of rationality.

Even within the bounds of marriage, in Luan Yenan’s current state, if Zuo Baixuan were to call the police and report her to the Pheromone Safety Department, she could be arrested in an instant.

Luan Yenan’s eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast that had gone days without food, yet she resisted the hunger, staring at Zuo Baixuan’s neck for what felt like an eternity.

She haltingly explained what had happened that afternoon.

Zuo Baixuan’s neck was still gripped tightly.

But as she watched Luan Yenan in this agonizing and humiliating state, an unusual feeling stirred within her.

Spend enough time with someone with a twisted sense of humor, and you start to develop one yourself, she thought.

Zuo Baixuan gripped Luan Yenan’s arm in return and asked slowly, “So, the doctor’s conclusion is that your pheromones were indeed affected by an Omega—by Si Ruxin?”

Luan Yenan clenched her teeth.

Her gums, once itchy, now ached with a sharp pain, as if they were desperate to sink into Zuo Baixuan’s soft skin.

“Si Ruxin’s pheromones have a high compatibility rate with mine.” Luan Yenan admitted, her voice tinged with guilt, as though she had done something to betray Zuo Baixuan.

She paused, her eyes darkening with an intensity she rarely showed. “Si Ruxin claimed she only came to the capital because her family wanted to collaborate with me. I don’t believe her.”

The implication was clear: either Si Ruxin was hiding something, or her father had kept her in the dark. But in any case, the target was Luan Yenan.

As Zuo Baixuan looked into Luan Yenan’s eyes now, she didn’t feel fear. Instead, her emotions were complex—a mix of sympathy and a strange sense of shared suffering.

Luan Yenan’s grandfather, Luan Lizheng, was pushing her to find a better marriage prospect, while her uncle, Qin Yuancheng, was urging her to find an Omega with higher pheromone compatibility.

Si Ruxin seemed to be the perfect candidate.

In the end, these people simply saw Luan Yenan as a possession, someone they could manipulate at will.

“Uh…” Feeling the grip on her neck tighten, Zuo Baixuan let out a soft gasp.

As Zuo Baixuan made the sound, Luan Yenan seemed to find it even harder to restrain herself.

The pheromones erupted a second time.

Even the ventilation system, turned to its maximum setting, was completely unable to dissipate the overwhelming concentration of pheromones.

Zuo Baixuan, who had been holding onto her rationality, now flushed deeply, her face turning a shade of crimson.

Luan Yenan, noticing the shy blush on Zuo Baixuan’s face, leaned in closer, sensing the vanilla scent in the air grow chaotic under its owner’s wavering will, eventually succumbing to the disorderly storm of vodka.

Zuo Baixuan also gripped Luan Yenan’s shirt, clutching it so tightly that the high-quality fabric crumpled under her fingers.

Luan Yenan stared at Zuo Baixuan for a moment before bending down, pulled by the force of Zuo Baixuan’s grip.

The shirt was tugged out of place.

Zuo Baixuan’s heart raced in panic. She knew how alluring Luan Yenan was.

She had known even before they had been intimate.

And after they had been intimate, she knew it all too well.

But now, just seeing the glimpse of Luan Yenan’s collarbone beneath the shirt was enough to make her tremble.

The ruby necklace suited her perfectly, as if it had ignited a fire in her bl00d that burned through her entire body.

Luan Yenan’s gaze never left Zuo Baixuan’s face, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Whether it was the shift in the vanilla pheromones in the air or the changes in Zuo Baixuan’s expression, the answer she sought was laid bare before her.

She released her grip on Zuo Baixuan’s neck and used her knuckles to lift Zuo Baixuan’s chin.

Her voice was low and husky: “You shouldn’t have come near me.”

It was a merciless declaration, the kind a hunter makes after capturing their prey.

This time, Zuo Baixuan didn’t shy away. Her peach-blossom eyes, tinged with red, stared directly at Luan Yenan.

Her hand, still clutching the shirt, shifted its grip and began to undo the buttons that were trying to conceal what lay beneath.

Her fingers pressed against the bite mark on Luan Yenan’s collarbone.

She admitted it—she had developed a twisted sense of humor too.

Focusing her “retribution” on the same spot for two consecutive days had left the red mark unable to fade.

The overwhelming scent of vodka engulfed her.

Physically, she couldn’t breathe, but at the same time, she knew how to find fresh air.

“Luan Yenan.”

“Hmm?” This time, the call was met with a response whispered near her ear.

“Mark me.” It wasn’t you marking me, but me allowing you to mark me.

Luan Yenan’s canine teeth were already pressed against Zuo Baixuan’s nape, and when she heard those three words, she couldn’t help but smile.

Feeling the familiar warmth of Luan Yenan’s breath against her neck, Zuo Baixuan knew she was smiling. Without hesitation, she pressed her hand against Luan Yenan’s head, pushing it down toward her neck.

The sharp sting of the canine teeth made Zuo Baixuan let out another soft moan.

But this time, Luan Yenan didn’t hold back. Instead, she chose to hold Zuo Baixuan tightly, mark her, possess her, and merge her into her very being.

An endless flood of pheromones surged forth, completely enveloping Zuo Baixuan.

This was a different state from last time.

She couldn’t quite describe the feeling—it was as if Luan Yenan’s name had been carved into her very being.

Her body felt like it was sinking into a soft cloud, and Zuo Baixuan was on the verge of losing consciousness, her entire weight hanging onto Luan Yenan.

But at that moment, something strange happened in her glands.

Unlike the sharp pain of having her gland bitten, this pain came from deep within, a struggle between pheromones—unrelated to emotions or feelings, purely a physiological rejection.

Zuo Baixuan instinctively shrank her neck, clutching Luan Yenan’s clothes tightly, before suddenly losing consciousness and collapsing.

The pheromones became chaotic.

Unlike the earlier state of acceptance, they now began to resist the foreign invasion, and in the tug-of-war between the two, rejection gradually took over.

Despite their incredibly high compatibility.

How could there be rejection during the marking process?

Luan Yenan felt the changes in Zuo Baixuan’s body beneath her, as well as the shift in the pheromones.

Her intoxicated nerves were jolted awake, and she couldn’t continue to indulge as Zuo Baixuan instinctively resisted.

She lifted her head slightly, unsure if her unfamiliarity with pheromones had caused some mistake in the process.

Or perhaps…

Had the original host’s condition, which made everyone reject her pheromones, somehow transferred to her as well?

Frowning, she checked Zuo Baixuan’s breathing and heartbeat—both were normal. For now, she could only carry the unconscious Zuo Baixuan to the bed.

…

When Zuo Baixuan opened her eyes again, trembling between sleep and wakefulness, she found herself dressed in a comfortable nightgown, nestled halfway in Luan Yenan’s arms, lying on the soft bed.

The mattress in the master bedroom was indeed more elastic.

Zuo Baixuan didn’t dwell on how her clothes had been changed. Instead, she focused on the faint, peculiar ache in the gland at the back of her neck.

Both Luan Yenan’s pheromones and her own were now calm and steady, which allowed her to breathe a sigh of relief.

She then turned her attention to Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan hadn’t noticed that Zuo Baixuan was awake and was still intently searching online.

The search terms were already numerous:

#Precautions for the first marking#

#Is it normal for an Omega to faint during the first marking?#

#Normal pheromone interactions during marking#

The questions were asked with a mix of seriousness, melancholy, and a hint of embarrassment.

Even for someone like Luan Yenan, these were questions she couldn’t bring herself to ask a doctor directly.

Zuo Baixuan couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

Only then did Luan Yenan realize Zuo Baixuan was awake. Instead of feeling embarrassed, she looked at the person in her arms with concern, her brows furrowed. “How are you feeling now? Is there any discomfort?”

Zuo Baixuan pointed at Luan Yenan’s phone screen. “Isn’t it a bit late to be searching for precautions now?”

Her voice and demeanor didn’t suggest anything was wrong, so Luan Yenan pulled up her chat history with the doctor. “I asked the doctor, but even they couldn’t confirm whether fainting after marking is normal. They told me to monitor your condition.”

Zuo Baixuan’s face turned bright red. She stared at Luan Yenan in disbelief—she had actually told the doctor?!

“You crazy woman, really… really…”

She struggled to find the right words to describe her, but in the end, “crazy woman” summed it up perfectly.

“We can’t ignore medical issues. If I’m the problem, I can accept that.” Luan Yenan said, pinching Zuo Baixuan’s cheek lightly, reassured by the fact that Zuo Baixuan seemed fine.

Zuo Baixuan looked at Luan Yenan, who spoke so casually about such an unusual topic, and decided she didn’t want to talk to this person anymore!

And besides… besides… it was her who had fainted after the marking. If anyone had a problem, it should be…

Zuo Baixuan buried her head under the blanket, too exhausted to move.

Thinking back, what had happened these past few days?

It had been three days in a row.

They had even switched beds. At this rate, was there even a need to separate the side bedroom and the master bedroom?

What exactly was their relationship now?

“Since you’re awake, there’s something I need to tell you.” Luan Yenan said, tugging at the blanket.

But it didn’t budge.

Zuo Baixuan hid under the blanket, unsure whether she was sulking or avoiding something.

Her muffled voice came from beneath the covers: “What do you want to say? I’m so tired, I want to sleep.”

Just hearing her voice was amusing.

Luan Yenan imagined Zuo Baixuan’s expression through the blanket.

It must be adorable.

Earlier, while searching online, she had read that after being marked by an Alpha, an Omega would become deeply attached to them, unable to resist acting coquettish.

Luan Yenan tightened her arms around Zuo Baixuan and burrowed her head under the blanket.

Feeling Luan Yenan trying to squeeze in, Zuo Baixuan quickly pushed her away: “If you have something to say, just say it. What are you doing?”

But her hands met something soft.

Luan Yenan looked down and smiled, her eyes glinting with a light that seemed ready to devour Zuo Baixuan all over again.

“If you have something to say, just say it. What are you doing? Do you want me to test if there’s still a problem with my pheromones?”

Zuo Baixuan hurriedly withdrew her hands and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, using the same tactic as that morning, leaving Luan Yenan stranded outside the covers.

Luan Yenan wasn’t angry. She simply wrapped her arms around the blanket and said, “We need to take the autumn recruitment seriously. My mom texted me this afternoon saying that Luan Lizheng has handed over the autumn recruitment for ‘Frontend’ to Luan Yecha. It’s very likely he’ll come looking for trouble.”

There was no response from under the blanket.

Luan Yenan smiled.

Well, it was just Luan Yecha, just Luan Lizheng, just the autumn recruitment.

Even she couldn’t muster much interest in it.

Time to say something more exciting.

“The documents for the IPO are ready. Aside from the employee stock ownership plan, I’ve retained 51% of the shares, and 26% of that will be transferred to your name.”

“What?” Zuo Baixuan popped her head out from under the blanket.

Luan Yenan leaned in and accurately captured her lips in a kiss.

Zuo Baixuan tried to break free but found herself trapped in the blanket, unable to move, only able to whimper softly.

By the time Luan Yenan finally released her, Zuo Baixuan was left trembling and breathless.

She struggled out of the blanket, and Luan Yenan took the opportunity to slip her hand under the covers, pinching Zuo Baixuan’s earlobe.

The tingling sensation concentrated in her ear, sending shivers down her spine, a pleasurable feeling stirring in her brain.

Zuo Baixuan’s voice was soft and weak: “Stop messing around. Are you trying to placate me with shares? How generous of you, as the client.”

Her words caused Luan Yenan’s expression to cool. She glanced down at the person in her arms and let out a dissatisfied sigh.

Was this little flower still clinging to the client-contractor relationship?

It made Luan Yenan want to mark her permanently, regardless of whether she could handle it, to make sure she could never leave.

But deep down, she knew.

With Zuo Baixuan’s personality, even if she were permanently marked, if she truly wanted to leave, she would find a way—whether by going to the hospital to remove the mark or even destroying her own gland. She would stop at nothing.

Thinking of this, Luan Yenan’s heart softened.

She wanted to control her, but she couldn’t bear to.

Luan Yenan sighed softly, channeling all her desires into a gentle kiss on Zuo Baixuan’s forehead.

Zuo Baixuan was caught off guard by Luan Yenan’s visible tenderness, her muscles tensing momentarily.

Then she heard Luan Yenan start joking again: “If the boss’s wife wants to undermine the boss, she’ll need enough shares. Shares are real power.”

A flicker of guilt and shame crossed Zuo Baixuan’s face, but she quickly suppressed it. After a moment’s thought, she hugged Luan Yenan back. The firm muscles from her workouts made her comfortable to hold.

“Aren’t you afraid the company will collapse if you hand over shares like this?”

Luan Yenan, on the other hand, found Zuo Baixuan even more comfortable to hold. Though slim, she had just the right amount of softness in all the right places.

She even thought about fattening Zuo Baixuan up in the future—it would make holding her even more comfortable.

“As long as we’re united, the company won’t collapse.”

Zuo Baixuan buried her face in Luan Yenan’s chest.

United.

But what if they weren’t?

She whispered, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll sell you out?”

Luan Yenan stroked the back of Zuo Baixuan’s head. “Hmm, what you’re saying is, once we go public, I’ll mortgage the shares and cash out. If the company loses money, it’ll be your loss. What does that have to do with me?”

Zuo Baixuan’s guilt was interrupted. She rolled her eyes. “I’m starting to realize that your greatest talent, you crazy woman, is debt. All kinds of ways to owe debt. You’re something else.”

“Is that so? What do you think I’m best at? I’ll give you a chance to think again.” The glint in Luan Yenan’s eyes was unmistakable.

“Think about what?” Zuo Baixuan had already sensed Luan Yenan’s intentions.

Sure enough, she soon felt the rhythm of fingertips dancing through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

“Here’s a hint: you quite like it.” Luan Yenan’s voice dropped to a whisper in Zuo Baixuan’s ear.

“You… are you being a pervert? I’m leaving. I haven’t had dinner yet!” Zuo Baixuan, still sore from earlier, couldn’t bear the thought of what might come next.

“I was talking about the piano. What were you thinking? What’s going on with young girls’ minds these days?” Luan Yenan’s tone was clearly teasing.

Zuo Baixuan, her face pinched, looked up at Luan Yenan, the fingertips still lightly dancing on her back.

After a long moment of thought, she had to admit that Luan Yenan was indeed skilled with musical instruments.

Luan Yenan watched as the little flower’s fingers paused, catching the glimmer in her eyes that suggested she wasn’t thinking about dinner, and kissed her again.

Author’s Note:

Skilled with musical instruments.

Not thinking about dinner.