Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 73

Zuo Baixuan’s arrival caused all the flirting around Luan Yenan to cease.

Si Ruxin, dissatisfied, gently fanned herself with a round fan, thinking how effective the official pairing was.

Not to mention, Luan Yenan had been uninterested in any advances even before her wife appeared. The male Omega who had performed the floor routine earlier had also helped; the surrounding Omegas didn’t even dare to approach.

Seeing most of the crowd disperse, Zuo Baixuan turned her gaze to Si Ruxin: “Thank you, Miss Si, for your warm hospitality towards Ah Nan today.”

Si Ruxin, observing Zuo Baixuan’s demeanor, suddenly covered half her face with the fan and laughed: “Miss Zuo, are you getting jealous without even drinking today? How adorable. Isn’t that right, President Luan?”

Zuo Baixuan remembered that Si Ruxin was referencing a comment made at the summit’s banquet. She also recalled what she had said while drunk and glared at Si Ruxin with displeasure.

Luan Yenan, hearing Si Ruxin’s remark, glanced at Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan restrained her dissatisfaction, but her face clearly displayed the words “I still don’t like her.”

Luan Yenan was reminded by Si Ruxin’s words.

No matter how much of Zuo Baixuan’s behavior was genuine or feigned, her actions undoubtedly showed jealousy.

Regardless of the source of this jealousy, it made Luan Yenan smile.

Hearing the laughter beside her, Zuo Baixuan looked at Luan Yenan with displeasure: “Are you laughing at me too?”

Luan Yenan didn’t suppress her smile but shook her head lightly, wrapping an arm around Zuo Baixuan’s waist, and said to Si Ruxin: “Miss Si, let’s skip the small talk. Take us around for proper introductions.”

This implied that the earlier crowd wasn’t worth their attention.

Si Ruxin felt a bit embarrassed. When drafting the guest list, she had only considered inviting potential collaborators from the industry chain, overlooking that many were from small and medium-sized enterprises.

Everyone wanted to connect with large enterprises and influential families, and with such a mixed crowd, there were bound to be some with ulterior motives.

Not to mention, even her own Si family wanted to take shortcuts.

Presenting Luan Yenan to this crowd was like throwing sugar into an anthill.

It was better to let Luan Yenan greet the major families and enterprises first.

“Sure, let’s go. I’ll introduce you.” Si Ruxin said, leading the way with a confident demeanor.

Compared to earlier, when she had subtly approached Luan Yenan to showcase their friendly relationship, this straightforward attitude felt more comfortable.

Zuo Baixuan, standing beside Luan Yenan, whispered: “Your relationship with her has improved quite a bit recently.”

Luan Yenan looked at Zuo Baixuan.

This statement seemed to cut a slit in the dark cloth shrouding Luan Yenan’s heart, letting in a glimmer of light.

If Zuo Baixuan truly harbored feelings for her that could break free from constraints and plans,

then she was willing to take any risk for it.

What was an immune deficiency to pheromones?

She could take medication for life, endure the pain in her neck.

She was a madwoman, ruthless to others, even more so to herself. But she needed a definitive answer.

“So, are you really jealous?” Luan Yenan asked.

Zuo Baixuan looked at Luan Yenan, the fire in her eyes reigniting.

This person…

Zuo Baixuan grasped Luan Yenan’s thoughts from her gaze but instinctively retorted: “I’m just assessing whether you and Miss Si might develop a marital alliance. I need to consider how to treat her.”

Seeing Zuo Baixuan’s evasive gaze,

Luan Yenan fell silent for a moment.

Without much hesitation, she averted her eyes, her tone devoid of earlier emotions, simply stating: “Well, you should indeed adjust your attitude towards her.”

Luan Yenan’s choice of words was deliberate.

She didn’t lie, but neither did she provide the full truth.

Since Si Ruxin was now a collaborator, their relationship was no longer adversarial, and her attitude naturally needed to change. However, this had nothing to do with marriage. This phrasing would lead Zuo Baixuan to misunderstand in that direction.

Luan Yenan wanted to give Zuo Baixuan a chance, and herself one too.

Hearing this, Zuo Baixuan’s face filled with disbelief. She hadn’t expected such an answer and tightened her grip on Luan Yenan’s hand.

Was it really like this?

Zuo Baixuan felt a tightness in her chest, as if a piece had been hollowed out.

She admitted that at this moment, her heart was full of selfishness. Wanting to maintain a certain distance from Luan Yenan was to protect herself, to enjoy the sense of security she had built within this boundary.

But her safe harbor was entirely built by encroaching on Luan Yenan’s territory.

Whether it was her plan or the uncontrollable emotions she had indulged in, unrelated to the plan, it was unfair to Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan secretly glanced at Zuo Baixuan. Zuo Baixuan’s internal struggle wasn’t visible on her face; she was adept at hiding her true emotions. Only the strength of her grip betrayed her.

But Luan Yenan couldn’t accept this wavering hint.

Because she wasn’t sure if Zuo Baixuan’s ambiguous feelings were due to pheromone stimulation. If so, such emotional feedback wasn’t reliable.

The obstacles between them weren’t just her immune deficiency to pheromones but also the unknown forces of this world.

The road ahead would be difficult. Without a clear answer, even a single moment of uncertainty from either of them could lead to major problems.

This wasn’t safe for either of them.

It was also irresponsible towards Luan Muyin and Luan Xing’s future lives.

Luan Yenan rationally controlled herself, the fire in her eyes extinguished, replaced by calmness like still water. She remained motionless, quietly waiting.

After meeting a round of people, Zuo Baixuan, momentarily dazed, accepted a glass of wine from a waiter.

Luan Yenan frowned, grabbing her hand: “With your tolerance, are you sure you should drink?”

“It’s a banquet, don’t spoil the fun. If Miss Zuo wants to drink, President Luan, aren’t you being too controlling?” Si Ruxin even egged her on, preferring to see Zuo Baixuan after a few drinks.

Because when sober, Zuo Baixuan was too sharp.

Si Ruxin, being astute, could tell at a glance that although the two seemed sweet on the surface, it was nothing like their previous displays of affection.

Yet, even so, Zuo Baixuan handled the representatives from various families with ease.

Throughout the evening, Luan Yenan had said little, it was Zuo Baixuan who did most of the talking.

Indeed, this pair was formidable!

Soon, they would meet Si Ruxin’s father. Si Ruxin hoped alcohol would lower Zuo Baixuan’s defenses, which would also benefit her and Luan Yenan’s covert collaboration.

Luan Yenan, regardless of Si Ruxin’s intentions, frowned.

Her gaze made Si Ruxin shiver, not from a tangible threat like in the car, but from the feeling of being watched by a venomous snake, which was highly uncomfortable.

Moreover, as her aura intensified, even her pheromones rose.

The colorless, scentless pheromone pressure made Zuo Baixuan, standing nearby, show a puzzled expression, instinctively pressing her neck.

Only when Luan Yenan caught the returning scent of vanilla did she quickly rein in her anger.

Luan Yenan could now control her pheromones at will, but they were heavily influenced by her emotions. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to calm down.

But the brief pressure successfully silenced Si Ruxin.

Left alone with her glass, Zuo Baixuan swirled the wine.

She dared not look at Luan Yenan.

She feared that one more glance from Luan Yenan would reveal her fragile facade.

Zuo Baixuan also wanted to change.

To learn to be as strong as Luan Yenan, to control herself, to act freely, to follow her plans without being swayed by others.

But she wasn’t there yet.

Moreover, her sensitive and fragile nerves, her reluctance to let anyone close, were traits honed through countless experiences over the years.

The thorns on her body were both a defense mechanism and scars from her past, deeply embedded in her flesh.

She had created a safe boundary between herself and Luan Yenan, a space without thorns. But these thorns hadn’t disappeared, they had merely changed direction.

With Luan Yenan’s intelligence, she would surely see through the hidden barbs.

To truly change, she needed to pull out these thorns one by one or resolve her inner conflicts.

Sober, she might not manage it, but what if she drank?

Zuo Baixuan, holding her glass, suddenly downed it in one go.

To Luan Yenan, this act seemed more like an escape, using alcohol to avoid reality, using a non-existent “drunken persona” to evade.

Luan Yenan was disappointed but understood.

From the start, in this world, under the original plot’s settings, the encounter between the original character and the female lead was doomed to a bad ending. Even though she had taken over, altering the timeline’s progression, she couldn’t change the inherent contradictions in their core personalities.

Luan Yenan’s emotions were complex but ultimately transformed into brief acceptance and irreversible resignation. She reached out, patting Zuo Baixuan’s head, not wanting to make things too difficult for her.

“Alright, drink if you want, but don’t lose your composure in public. If you want more, wait until we’re back at the hotel. I’ll drink with you.” Luan Yenan said.

Her words were gentle, her eyes filled with deep affection.

But Zuo Baixuan, her vision blurred by alcohol, nodded: “Okay, back at the hotel, you’ll drink with me.”

At that moment, Si Ruxin approached with two middle-aged individuals.

One was Si Ruxin’s father, whom they had met upon entering the banquet hall. The other was an unfamiliar face, a middle-aged female Alpha in a black dress, exuding the composure befitting her age, though her face bore a sickly pallor.

Her sharp eyes, filled with shrewdness, looked at Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan with a smile: “The two of you seem very close. My Gu Qiu was even afraid this banquet was set up to matchmake her, using work as an excuse not to come.”

“President Yu, that’s a bit harsh. Your Gu Qiu is clearly worried about your health, working overtime to develop new medicine.” Si’s father interjected, his tone somewhat ingratiating.

Hearing the title “President Yu” Luan Yenan frowned slightly. This was likely the Yu family Qin Yuancheng had mentioned.

But this President Yu wasn’t unpleasant.

President Yu smiled: “I know my body well. It’s an old ailment; she doesn’t upset me, and I can live a few more years. But let’s not digress. Let’s get to know the younger generation.”

Luan Yenan shook hands with President Yu.

The meeting went quite well.

In the national logistics sector, aside from the state-owned logistics company controlled by the government, the Si family was the strongest rising star.

Luan Yenan wanted to apply IoT technology to logistics, and the best partner was the Si family. This meeting almost laid the foundation for their collaboration.

President Yu also decided to join this intelligent system.

“Can healthcare be part of the IoT plan? Besides machinery, ‘things’ can also be patients and doctors, creating more efficient ‘connections’ and forming new ‘network’ relationships. Am I understanding this correctly?”

Wasn’t this the idea of “Internet + Healthcare” proposed during the “Internet Plus” era?

Luan Yenan was pleasantly surprised.

“Of course, everything can be connected to improve efficiency. We’re not abandoning traditional methods but using technological innovation to enhance the quality and level of human life.” Luan Yenan said.

President Yu was quite pleased, agreeing with Luan Yenan’s perspective.

Luan Yenan thought to herself that President Yu’s demeanor was far from the type Qin Yuancheng had described, who exploited Omegas as medical resources.

But she didn’t mention it, ending the conversation on a pleasant note.

Late into the night, the banquet concluded.

As the main guest, Luan Yenan didn’t stand on ceremony, being the first to leave and signaling the end of the event.

Some eager attendees had already leaked photos from the banquet.

Luan Yenan didn’t mind.

Before leaving, she called Si Ruxin over, walking to a corner of the venue to inquire about the Yu family’s specifics.

Zuo Baixuan quietly leaned against the doorframe, watching the two from the side, seemingly chatting and laughing.

Holding her breath, she slowly slid down the wall, hugging her knees, unwilling to step closer, to know what they were discussing, or to see their expressions.

She felt like an ostrich, helpless and unable to do anything.

But it was self-inflicted, as she couldn’t bring herself to speak. What if she could lay everything bare?

Buzz—

Her phone vibrated.

Zuo Baixuan exhaled, pulling out her phone, guessing it might be Jiang Lingdan checking in on them.

But upon opening it, she saw a message from a familiar number.

[Well done. As the rightful wife of the Luan family, you should assert your position, letting those unworthy know their place. Don’t worry, your adoptive parents won’t appear again. Once everything is settled, I’ll acknowledge you, ensuring your standing in the Luan family!]

Zuo Baixuan felt the alcohol hitting her hard, making her head spin and her stomach churn.

Acknowledge me?

How laughable.

Using the term “rightful wife” was nauseating enough!

Not everyone views relationships as casually as you do!

“What’s wrong? Feeling unwell? Let’s head back.” Luan Yenan’s voice sounded beside her.

Startled, Zuo Baixuan dropped her phone, but thankfully, the screen had already gone dark.

Zuo Baixuan bit her lip.

How ridiculous of me.

I can’t even share these secrets with Luan Yenan, so how can I claim to take relationships seriously?

Seeing Zuo Baixuan’s dazed state, Luan Yenan didn’t press, instead picking up the phone and scooping Zuo Baixuan into her arms, carrying her away from the first floor towards their reserved room upstairs.

“I can walk by myself.” Zuo Baixuan protested, her face flushing under the surrounding gazes.

“In your state? I’d rather not risk you falling and having to take care of you.” Luan Yenan retorted.

Left without a rebuttal, Zuo Baixuan nestled silently in Luan Yenan’s embrace.

A hotel attendant approached, offering assistance, which Luan Yenan declined.

The attendant hesitated, prompting a sharp look from Luan Yenan, before explaining: “Miss Zuo left some luggage in the lobby. Should we bring it up for you now?”

Luan Yenan nodded.

As the attendant left, Luan Yenan let out a soft laugh near Zuo Baixuan’s ear.

The sound made Zuo Baixuan bury her face deeper into Luan Yenan’s chest, shamelessly seeking comfort.

Luan Yenan chuckled: “Last time, you came to me after seeing a photo. This time, you tracked down my schedule. Each time, you’re bolder, yet you refuse to admit it, right?”

Facing Luan Yenan’s accusation, Zuo Baixuan looked up, tears in her eyes.

Luan Yenan was helpless against Zuo Baixuan’s expression. This mischievous flower always used such looks to deflect blame.

Who could bear to scold such a pitiful gaze?

Was all of Zuo Baixuan’s cunning reserved for dealing with her?

Luan Yenan was so frustrated she wanted to bite Zuo Baixuan, but upon reflection, she knew she’d only end up feeling sorry for herself. She let it go.

The one who falls in love first loses—this saying held true.

Finally, the attendant brought the suitcase.

In the cramped elevator, Zuo Baixuan leaned against Luan Yenan, her pheromones subtly rising.

Every action screamed temptation.

The clear scent of vanilla pheromones reignited Luan Yenan’s memories of their temporary mark.

Luan Yenan clenched her teeth.

They hadn’t seen each other for a while, and the temporary mark had faded. Perhaps once it disappeared completely, Zuo Baixuan’s dependence on her would lessen.

Luan Yenan pinched Zuo Baixuan’s thigh hard, eliciting a soft moan that nearly drew the attendant’s attention before stopping.

Back in the spacious suite,

Luan Yenan straightforwardly offered the side bedroom to Zuo Baixuan, heading to the master bedroom herself.

“It’s late, take a shower and rest. Can you manage on your own?” Luan Yenan asked.

Zuo Baixuan mumbled in response: “No—problem.”

Luan Yenan gave Zuo Baixuan a long look before turning into her room.

Zuo Baixuan, watching Luan Yenan enter the master bedroom, glanced at her suitcase.

Inside, besides her belongings, was an outfit Jiang Lingdan had insisted she rent along with the evening gown.

Zuo Baixuan thought for a moment, then dragged her suitcase into the side bedroom.

…

Luan Yenan soaked in the bathtub for a while before wrapping herself in a robe and stepping out, feeling thirsty and unsettled.

The gland on her neck throbbed faintly.

Facing other Omegas, Luan Yenan could maintain control.

But facing the fragrant Zuo Baixuan, she couldn’t.

The temporary mark left an addictive imprint, making her restless, with lingering aftereffects.

She felt she needed a suppressant patch, an inhibitor, and a drink.

Opening the door, she unexpectedly encountered Zuo Baixuan.

“Ah…”

Zuo Baixuan, standing outside, clearly hadn’t expected Luan Yenan to open the door suddenly.

She held a wine bottle and glass in one hand, the other resting on Luan Yenan’s chest.

Luan Yenan felt that more than just Zuo Baixuan’s hand was touching her chest.

Zuo Baixuan had changed out of her pink gown and let down her hair.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, still damp from the shower.

She wore a silk nightgown, resembling sleepwear but well-tailored, not loose, cinched at the waist, with a deep V-neck accentuating her figure.

This wasn’t Zuo Baixuan’s usual sleepwear.

Luan Yenan swallowed hard.

She dared not let her gaze wander over the shy Zuo Baixuan. The gland on her neck stirred, eager to consume the delicate flower before her.

Instead, she reached out, pinching the raised fabric at the gown’s shoulder, commenting: “This nightgown’s material is a bit stiff. It might not be comfortable.”

“It’s an evening dress.” Zuo Baixuan corrected, shifting her posture.

The dress’s slit revealed her fair skin under the dim light.

Luan Yenan bit down hard, her grip on the shoulder fabric tightening. She feared losing control and tearing the fabric apart.

Zuo Baixuan added: “You’ve always wanted to see me in such a dress, haven’t you? I thought about wearing it to the banquet but was too shy. So… now, I’m only wearing it for you.”

The fire in Luan Yenan’s eyes threatened to ignite the vodka in her neck.

She lowered her voice, leaning closer to Zuo Baixuan: “Zuo Baixuan, do you know what you’re doing?”

Facing this familiar dominance, sensing the surrounding vodka pheromones, Zuo Baixuan showed no fear, even smiling.

She shook the wine bottle and glass in her hand: “I wanted to drink with you. You said you’d drink with me back at the hotel.”

Luan Yenan narrowed her eyes.

She wanted to tear apart all her previous restraint and plans, regardless of whether Zuo Baixuan would suffer from the pheromones, to pin down this rule-breaking flower and teach her the consequences of tempting a hunter.

Moreover, she was a beast cloaked as a hunter.

She wasn’t a good person, never had been.

Part of her dirty bl00d carried beastly genes; she could lose control at any moment, potentially harming the delicate flower as per the original plot.

Yet, the flower remained oblivious.

Zuo Baixuan’s smile faded over time, her head bowing as she asked: “I want to tell you a somewhat dull story. Maybe it’s only bearable over drinks. Will you listen?”

The brewing malice in Luan Yenan’s chest paused, her grip loosening slightly.

A story?

Was the flower about to share her tale with her?