Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 74

Zuo Baixuan stood in the dim light, dressed in a lavish gown, like a dancer stepping onto the stage to showcase herself.

She stood boldly in Luan Yenan’s line of sight.

When choosing the outfit, Jiang Lingdan had said that cuteness was no match for sexiness, and so she had forced Zuo Baixuan to wear this deep V-neck dress.

Just putting on this dress, with its scant and irregular fabric, had already challenged Zuo Baixuan’s limits. It was more embarrassing than standing naked in front of Luan Yenan.

But Luan Yenan didn’t respond, walking out of the room instead.

Zuo Baixuan raised her eyes, her gaze following Luan Yenan’s movements.

Sensing Zuo Baixuan’s longing look, Luan Yenan turned and grabbed her hand: “I’ll drink with you, let’s do it in the living room. I’ll get some snacks for you to munch on. You didn’t eat much at the banquet, and drinking on an empty stomach will not only get you drunk but also give you a stomachache. Go wait for me on the sofa, okay?”

Zuo Baixuan looked into Luan Yenan’s gentle eyes, her restless emotions once again soothed, and she softly replied, “Okay.”

Luan Yenan walked into another room of the suite.

She opened the cabinet, took out a scent blocker and suppressant, applied the blocker to the back of her neck, and put the suppressant in the pocket of her robe.

After making all the necessary preparations, she grabbed some snacks and returned to the living room.

In the living room, Zuo Baixuan was sitting sideways on the sofa, her legs half-curled, the hem of her gown cascading down to the floor.

The floor-to-ceiling window behind her was open, and the light from outside framed Zuo Baixuan like a painting.

Luan Yenan wanted to hug her but felt that such a beautiful scene should be left undisturbed.

“The wine hasn’t been opened yet.” Zuo Baixuan reminded her, seeing Luan Yenan come out of the storage room with snacks but standing still.

Luan Yenan nodded, walked over, put down the snacks, and fetched a corkscrew and decanter.

She opened the red wine and poured two shallow glasses.

She sat down on the floor beside the sofa, opened a pack of fish slices, and handed it to Zuo Baixuan, as if they were just casually preparing to watch a movie at home with a friend. It was a stark contrast to Zuo Baixuan’s formal attire.

Zuo Baixuan was a bit taken aback, but seeing Luan Yenan’s actions, she relaxed and took the fish slices. The salty-sweet taste brought her some calm.

She leaned over, picked up the wine glass from the coffee table, and downed it in one go.

“Hey…” Luan Yenan couldn’t stop her in time.

It seemed the little white flower was really planning to get drunk tonight.

Luan Yenan watched her for a while, then reached out and grabbed her ankle.

“Ah!” Zuo Baixuan was startled by the cold touch on her ankle and couldn’t pull away, looking down at Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan’s gaze was calm, simply reaching out to her.

Zuo Baixuan hesitated for a moment before handing over the wine glass.

Luan Yenan poured her another shallow glass but didn’t hand it back immediately, instead advising, “Don’t drink too fast, it’s bad for your stomach.”

As Zuo Baixuan took the glass with both hands, she glanced at her ankle, still held by Luan Yenan, as if she were locked in place.

Her long eyelashes cast shadows under her eyes, and she couldn’t find the right moment to speak.

Luan Yenan wasn’t in a hurry either, continuing to open a pack of small cakes and handing them to Zuo Baixuan.

The tense atmosphere was disrupted by Luan Yenan’s feeding, and the sadness in Zuo Baixuan’s eyes lessened. She swayed her head slightly and took another sip of the red wine.

As the wine spread in her mouth, she smacked her lips. With her limited tolerance, she actually found the red wine not strong enough.

“Suddenly, I want to try vodka.” Zuo Baixuan blurted out.

She said it without thinking.

But when Luan Yenan heard it, she glanced at her.

Drinking wine.

One in a robe, the other in a gown.

Alone together, a look, an expression, and a single sentence took on different meanings.

Zuo Baixuan’s face heated up under Luan Yenan’s gaze, and she pursed her lips, whispering, “I didn’t mean it like that, I just… wanted to try something stronger.”

Luan Yenan’s lips curled into a smile.

She swirled the red wine in her glass and brought it to her lips.

Zuo Baixuan watched as the red liquid slowly flowed into Luan Yenan’s mouth.

She saw her throat move slightly as she finished the first glass of wine.

While pouring herself another glass, accompanied by the sound of wine flowing and glasses clinking, Luan Yenan spoke softly, “So, are you ready to start telling your story?”

Zuo Baixuan looked at Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan held her glass, leaning against Zuo Baixuan’s leg, a faint smile on her face.

She wasn’t pushing, just lowering her presence, simply being a listener.

Seeing this, Zuo Baixuan felt a tingling sensation in her scalp, her grip on the glass tightening.

If Luan Yenan hadn’t been so good to her, if every move hadn’t made her feel just the right amount of security, she might have given up long ago.

But she hadn’t.

Zuo Baixuan raised her head.

The light behind her fell on her face, blurring her features.

“The story is about a girl, born into a happy family.” Zuo Baixuan said, looking at the ceiling.

The light from the floor-to-ceiling window passed through the glass, reflected off the floor, and onto the ceiling, leaving a hazy trace, like ripples through a veil.

Just like Zuo Baixuan’s memories, some parts were clear, others blurred.

Luan Yenan sat up straight, looking at Zuo Baixuan’s profile, her delicate and well-defined features illuminated by the cold light, her eyes complex with memories.

This was a side of Zuo Baixuan that wasn’t in the outline, a side Luan Yenan hadn’t known before.

It was the reason Zuo Baixuan became who she was.

Luan Yenan listened quietly.

Zuo Baixuan didn’t hear a response from Luan Yenan but knew she was listening, so she continued, “She had a mother who loved her and a father who was always smiling. Even though they were busy with work, they would still spend weekends playing with the little girl. The house was always filled with laughter.”

Luan Yenan watched as a faint smile appeared on Zuo Baixuan’s face, but her eyes were full of sorrow. Mixed with the alcohol affecting her brain, she was caught between half-drunkenness and half-awareness, lost in the beautiful memories of her childhood but unable to relax due to the pull of reality.

Just hearing about the “little girl’s” happy childhood was enough to make Luan Yenan’s heart ache.

Sure enough, the happy description didn’t last long before the story took a sharp turn.

“But when the little girl was seven, her mother’s family fell into decline. Her grandparents’ business collapsed, and to pay the employees, they incurred a lot of debt. Even after filing for bankruptcy protection, debt collectors came to their doorstep. Her grandfather died of a sudden heart attack, and her grandmother, devastated, fell ill.”

At this point, Zuo Baixuan finished the shallow glass of wine.

Luan Yenan still didn’t speak.

She just put down her glass and automatically refilled Zuo Baixuan’s.

When people define an ordinary person, they might use the following descriptions.

For example, born into an average family, just enough to get by, parents unable to provide superior material conditions, so the child grew up wearing ordinary clothes and attending ordinary compulsory education.

For example, average intelligence, only managing to get into an ordinary university through hard work, with no special experiences, so only obtaining an ordinary diploma.

For example, average looks, unable to provide any help in life or work, so after graduation, only finding an ordinary job with an ordinary salary.

Is this an ordinary person?

Yes.

Ordinary enough.

But also lucky enough.

Because such ordinariness means having both parents, a childhood without trauma, growing up without disasters, and being healthy.

But she and Zuo Baixuan were not “ordinary people.”

Luan Yenan sat on the sofa.

Zuo Baixuan took a deep breath and continued, “The grandfather’s death and the grandmother’s illness hit the little girl’s mother hard. She wanted to rely on her father, but the once responsible and smiling father suddenly seemed like a different person. No, to be accurate, he didn’t change, he was just good at pretending. After the mother’s support system collapsed, he revealed his true self.”

Luan Yenan moved closer to Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan almost immediately leaned her head on Luan Yenan’s shoulder.

“The little girl’s mother came from a wealthy family, raised in comfort, never having experienced hardship. The little girl’s father had promised to take care of her mother for a lifetime when they married. But the betrayal came quickly. It was like the load-bearing wall of a building being blown up, the entire structure collapsing in an instant. Only the little girl’s mother remained, sitting in the ruins, battered by the falling debris, unwilling to accept the truth.”

Luan Yenan remained silent.

The warmth from the shoulder of her robe made it even harder for her to speak. She just lowered her head and kissed Zuo Baixuan’s hair.

Zuo Baixuan knew her emotions were being seen by Luan Yenan, so she didn’t hide them, instead rubbing her face against Luan Yenan’s shoulder to wipe away the excess emotions before raising her head to take another sip of wine.

As if unsatisfied, she insisted on clinking glasses with Luan Yenan after she refilled her glass.

Zuo Baixuan was already drunk.

Because the “sober Zuo Baixuan” couldn’t tell this story, the “drunk Zuo Baixuan” had to take over completely.

Luan Yenan clinked glasses with her and drank with her.

Zuo Baixuan smiled contentedly.

She continued to ramble on about the “little girl’s” story.

“The final straw for the little girl’s mother was the death of her grandmother. The family couldn’t afford the medical bills, and the little girl’s father found it unlucky, refusing to even see her one last time. After the mother and little girl buried the grandmother, they went to find the father, only to see him being intimate with someone else in the hotel lobby. When the father saw them, he flew into a rage, pushed them both to the ground, and walked away.”

For a little girl who had always believed she was loved by her parents, such a reversal was devastating.

Zuo Baixuan paused here, tilting her head back to look at the light on the ceiling.

This time, she wasn’t sure if it was the light or her vision that was blurry.

Luan Yenan picked up her phone and played a piano piece.

Zuo Baixuan blinked, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes as she turned to look at Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan reached out to her, “Do you want to dance?”

Zuo Baixuan placed her hand in Luan Yenan’s palm.

Luan Yenan, having drunk wine, was warm, her palm hot, transferring strength and warmth to Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan stood up and leaned into Luan Yenan’s arms.

Following the gentle music, without any particular steps, just moving to the rhythm, Zuo Baixuan’s mood gradually calmed.

She spoke again.

“After returning home, the little girl’s mother was depressed for a long time. During this period, the father’s behavior became even worse, until finally, mentally broken, she chose to end her own life. The little girl’s father, with his connections and means, successfully got rid of the little girl, this burden, and lived happily ever after.”

Luan Yenan frowned.

The story Zuo Baixuan told, whether at the beginning or the end, used fairy-tale-like language, but the core was completely different.

The sudden changes in the family, happening over just a few months, became thorns piercing the little girl’s body.

She no longer believed in love, in promises, in intimate relationships, and especially not in fairy tales.

The environment forced this little girl, who had spent her early years in a fairy tale, to face the harsh reality. She had to become independent and strong.

This was why Zuo Baixuan had developed a personality where she kept even her closest friends at arm’s length and strangers at a distance.

Even though Zuo Baixuan had now taken the step of “telling her story” it was still hard for her to fully accept “an intimate relationship with Luan Yenan.”

Luan Yenan gently twirled the strap of Zuo Baixuan’s gown, recalling all the information she had gathered.

At this moment, Luan Yenan understood.

Zuo Baixuan was really like her.

Like her from her previous life.

It wasn’t so much that she couldn’t reconcile with the world, but rather that she couldn’t reconcile with herself.

These experiences were thorns that couldn’t be pulled from her chest.

Getting close or trying to influence her wouldn’t work, it might even backfire, triggering her subconscious defenses.

Only when she personally sought revenge, resolved this inner conflict, and took control of everything, could she possibly let go of her extreme vigilance.

Luan Yenan also understood why the female lead in the original outline had chosen a background character with no presence as the male lead—it was because of her past experiences.

She wanted someone who wouldn’t interfere with her, anyone would do, or no one at all.

Luan Yenan’s hand rested on the back of the gown, touching the cool skin exposed by the low back.

Zuo Baixuan’s body trembled but quickly relaxed, leaning on Luan Yenan’s shoulder, staying still for a while.

The alcohol was taking effect, and her head felt heavy.

The voice in her ear sounded fuzzy.

“Do you want to hear a story from me too?”

“Sure, I like stories.” Zuo Baixuan said, her breath warm against Luan Yenan’s neck.

The scent of vanilla wafted gently.

Luan Yenan closed her eyes, took out a scent blocker from her pocket, and applied it to Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan looked up at her, but Luan Yenan remained expressionless, simply saying, “This is also a story about a little girl. From the beginning, the little girl wasn’t living in happiness. Her father would hit her mother, restrict her mother’s freedom, and often call the little girl a burden. For a long time, the little girl thought this was how normal families were supposed to be.”

Zuo Baixuan’s drunkenness was dispelled by the words “hit” and “burden.”

She stared at Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan’s eyes were calm.

A dead calm.

This kind of calm wouldn’t appear in the eyes of someone telling a story or listening to one. It only appeared in the eyes of the person who had lived through it.

This wasn’t the calm of indifference or acceptance, It was the calm achieved after countless times of recalling the past and killing the emotional part of herself.

Zuo Baixuan hadn’t expected to suddenly understand why Luan Yenan was so sensitive to “domestic violence” in this situation.

[“Maybe I really have become a different person?”]

Luan Yenan’s past words echoed in her mind.

All the strange feelings converged at this moment, and combined with this story, Zuo Baixuan arrived at a definitive answer.

Luan Yenan’s story continued, “The little girl’s mother died and was buried outside the village, next to her favorite osmanthus tree.”

“How could that be?” Zuo Baixuan’s nerves were pricked again by the word “osmanthus.”

So that’s why Luan Yenan had that expression when she saw Luan Xing!

Luan Yenan held Zuo Baixuan, gently patting her back, waiting for her to process all the information and calm down before speaking again, “The little girl ran away from the village, studying day and night, working day and night. But her inner conflict remained until one day, a social news story shocked the nation.”

“A pregnant girl went to the police station to report that she had been trafficked to a village. She pretended to comply, got pregnant, and when the family let their guard down, she escaped through the mountain paths. This trafficking village came to light.”

Zuo Baixuan looked at Luan Yenan, holding her warm body tightly.

How could this person be so strong?

“The little girl grew up, made money, and used every means at her disposal to make that village pay.”

Zuo Baixuan’s body trembled.

They were the same.

Zuo Baixuan’s voice trembled along with her body as she softly asked, “Why was the little girl in your story so strong?”

Luan Yenan shook her head, “She wasn’t strong, she heard from the girl who escaped that the mountain path out of the village was lined with osmanthus trees. The girl had followed the scent of osmanthus to escape.”

“But this little girl, from the moment she escaped, couldn’t stand the smell of osmanthus, couldn’t look at osmanthus flowers. Anything related to osmanthus would give her a splitting headache. So even after the village was dealt with, she never dared to go back to pay her respects to her mother.”

Zuo Baixuan’s body alternated between cold and hot as she held Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan soothed her emotions, whispering, “I’m willing to help you. Whatever you want to do, I’ll help you.”

But Zuo Baixuan seemed not to hear, remaining silent for a long time.

Luan Yenan felt the warm, soft body in her arms heating up and suddenly held Zuo Baixuan’s shoulders.

It was too late.

Zuo Baixuan’s eyes were hazy, filled with affection as she looked up, her voice melodious, like a feather scented with vanilla brushing against Luan Yenan’s heart.

The overwhelming scent of vanilla broke through the scent blocker, filling the air.

Zuo Baixuan tugged at Luan Yenan’s robe, loosening the belt before saying, “Luan Yenan, mark me.”

This was Zuo Baixuan, in a dazed state, asking for intimacy with Luan Yenan.

But Luan Yenan only wanted to run.

Zuo Baixuan was entering her heat while drunk!

Zuo Baixuan held onto Luan Yenan tightly, tearing off her own scent blocker and reaching for Luan Yenan’s.

There was no need to pull.

The overwhelming vanilla had already conquered Luan Yenan’s weak glands.

Vodka broke through the scent blocker, and with a touch, the blocker slid off the gland.

A flood of pheromones enveloped the two completely.

It was a gentle embrace, like that for a newborn, but the concentration was staggering.

This mark would undoubtedly break through the reproductive cavity uncontrollably.

“Zuo Baixuan, are you sure?” Luan Yenan watched Zuo Baixuan’s expression. The time she could hold back the beast was down to mere seconds.

This was a permanent mark.

Unlike a temporary mark that would fade, this would be a lifelong brand. Even if she went to the hospital to have it removed, the process would be excruciating.

Before the ambiguous, intimate atmosphere could fully develop with the entanglement of pheromones, Zuo Baixuan’s body went limp, collapsing into Luan Yenan’s arms, unconscious.

Luan Yenan, terrified, quickly carried Zuo Baixuan to the sofa.

Back in New York, when she had used her pheromones to repel an Omega with malicious intentions, the Omega had fainted immediately.

Luan Yenan quickly checked Zuo Baixuan’s breathing. She was just exhaling the scent of alcohol, which reassured Luan Yenan slightly.

She took out the suppressant from her robe pocket, injecting herself and Zuo Baixuan with one dose each.

Standing far away, she waited for the pheromones to settle before carrying Zuo Baixuan to the master bedroom.

The two-meter-wide bed in the master bedroom made Zuo Baixuan look so small.

The peacefully sleeping Zuo Baixuan was completely unguarded, neither defensive nor cautious.
Luan Yenan tucked her in, went to the living room to fetch the wine glass, and sat on the floor by the bed, swirling the glass, thinking for a long time.

She had gained a deeper understanding of Zuo Baixuan.

This understanding made her heart even heavier.

If only they had met under different circumstances, in a different way. But if she hadn’t crossed over, they might never have met at all.

Luan Yenan’s lips curled into a helpless smile, mocking herself for entertaining such useless paradoxes.

But a crazy thought formed in her mind.

She tilted her head back and downed the glass of wine.

When she looked down again, her eyes were clear and determined. She had made a new decision.

She didn’t know if her pheromone situation would worsen, like a ticking time bomb.

Even when Zuo Baixuan had wanted to accept the permanent mark, some inexplicable force had coincidentally prevented it.

Since the outline and Zuo Baixuan’s plan both called for them to divorce.

Fine, divorce it is.

After completing the outline and fulfilling Zuo Baixuan’s plans, they would divorce.

The pheromones in the room had completely dissipated.

Luan Yenan got up, climbed into the bed, and held Zuo Baixuan in her arms.

Zuo Baixuan, disturbed by the strange sensation, let out a soft moan, opening her eyes to look at Luan Yenan.

There was a burning fire.

There was a mad person at work.

“What’s…” Zuo Baixuan gripped Luan Yenan’s shoulders.

But Luan Yenan whispered in her ear, “Nothing, just collecting some interest first.”

But Zuo Baixuan could no longer understand what this “interest” meant.