After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, My Omega Underwent a Second Differentiation - Chapter 4

The tiny molecules floating in the air seemed to sense the unusual atmosphere inside the hospital room. They strove to drift as silently as possible, terrified of being caught in the crossfire.

Yun Keyi spun around abruptly, her pupils dilating slightly as she stared at Yun Rong. She seemed genuinely astonished that such words could come out of the other’s mouth. However, that look of surprise lasted for only a second before being replaced by a ruthless streak rising in her eyes.

Having managed the Yun Group for many years, she had long mastered the art of hiding her joy and anger. No matter how furious she was, she would never show her emotions outwardly. Yet right now, she had lost her temper with this younger sister who had only recently been brought back into the family.

Without even a second thought, she raised her hand to strike.

This catch-off was beyond Yun Rong’s expectations. Based on her understanding of Yun Keyi, this proposal should have been highly tempting to her—whether from the perspective of taking control of the Yun Group, or because Yun Rong was displaying a foolish side to lower her guard.

However, even though the reaction differed from what she had anticipated, Yun Rong still put on a meek facade, lowering her gaze and standing firmly in place without flinching.

Yet, the anticipated sound of a slap never rang out. Instead, a clattering noise echoed, like the sound of something being violently yanked.

The next second, a silhouette intruded into Yun Rong’s field of vision, positioning itself right between her and Yun Keyi.

Sheng Yinglan stood directly in front of Yun Rong, her hand clamped tightly around Yun Keyi’s wrist to arrest her movement.

Her frame was leaner than that of an average Omega, but she stood only half a head shorter than Yun Rong. The hospital gown hung somewhat loosely on her body. Due to her hurried movement, the hem of her gown had accidentally ridden up, revealing a section of her delicate, elegant waist beneath. It looked like a freshly peeled tender lotus root—the kind that looked as though it would weep water with a mere squeeze of a hand.

Even though the occasion was entirely inappropriate, Yun Rong’s gaze was still uncontrollably drawn to that mutton-fat jade-like skin tone. She couldn’t help but recall the sensation of cradling the other person in her arms last night.

Although Yun Keyi was an Omega, she possessed considerable strength—especially since this strike carried her rage. Sheng Yinglan had barely managed to block her, and the web of her hand was already vibrating with numbness. Furthermore, she keenly detected that this current body of hers seemed to lack physical strength.

However, this ability to appear completely unruffled on the surface despite being weak on the inside was something Sheng Yinglan had engraved into her very bones since childhood. Facing Yun Keyi’s gaze, her posture didn’t display a shred of cowardice.

“I agree to your conditions, President Yun. This matter was entirely my fault to begin with. I will provide everything to the police according to your requests, and thoroughly clear both Yun Rong and the Yun Group out of this mess.”

Yun Rong is the victim, and she is your biological sister. It’s inappropriate to strike her again.

She spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, addressing Yun Keyi with a more respectful title than the previous “Miss Yun.” Her words left plenty of room for maneuver, yet they clearly conveyed her meaning to Yun Keyi.

Yun Keyi calmed down slightly, releasing the strength in her arm. With a trace of disgust, she flung Sheng Yinglan’s hand away. Instead of responding immediately to Sheng Yinglan’s words, she let her gaze scan back and forth between Sheng Yinglan and Yun Rong.

She seemed to find it somewhat comical how the victim and the perpetrator were competing to use their own bargaining chips to settle the situation for each other. At the same time, it felt as though some hidden, mysterious spark was flickering right beneath her eyes, one she couldn’t quite see through.

Seeing that Yun Rong had originally wanted to say something, but upon looking up and catching her scrutinizing gaze, turned her head away with a slightly uncomfortable expression, Yun Keyi felt as though she understood this little drama called “ambiguity.” However, she overlooked the trace of cunning that flashed deep within Yun Rong’s eyes.

A CEO’s face is just like the weather in June—raging with storms one second, and turning from cloudy to clear the next.

Yun Keyi reined in the sheer ruthlessness on her face, replacing it with a profound smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “No need,” she first rejected Sheng Yinglan’s proposal. “I think Yun Rong’s plan is more appropriate.”

Subsequently, her gaze bypassed Sheng Yinglan in the middle, addressing Yun Rong directly. “I will have my secretary prepare the share transfer agreement as soon as possible. Once the signing is complete, I will have the Yun Group announce your relationship to the public, and ensure that Sheng Yinglan’s Disabled Gland Disorder will not be leaked. I can drop the matters of the past, but I do not wish to see her name appear on any social section’s negative news again, thereby affecting the Yun Group.”

These words sounded more like a unilateral notification. Once she finished speaking, without waiting for Yun Rong to express any further opinions, she turned sideways to leave. However, after taking two steps and brushing past Sheng Yinglan, she paused her footsteps and released a thread of citrus-scented pheromones. “I dislike it when people overestimate their own capabilities.”

Even though she was highly satisfied with this outcome, she remained profoundly resentful of Sheng Yinglan’s behavior of interrupting her just now, and thus decided to teach her a small lesson.

Initially, Sheng Yinglan didn’t quite grasp the meaning behind her warning before leaving. Then, suddenly, the area where the gauze was applied at the back of her neck felt as if it had been plunged into a vacuum glass jar. The air inside was being continuously drawn out, and the position of her gland began to tighten. It felt like an invisible hand squeezing the back of her neck and slowly contracting, wanting to wring out the very last trace of air from the gland. Sheng Yinglan felt her breathing turn sluggish, and she couldn’t even stand steadily, toppling backward.

Yun Rong stood behind her, remaining silent for a long time, as if waiting precisely for this moment. She caught the tottering Sheng Yinglan, her slender fingers unhesitatingly lifting the hem of the loose hospital gown, generously wrapping her arm around the exact position she had glimpsed earlier, immensely satisfied with the smooth texture beneath her touch.

Half-cradling and half-carrying Sheng Yinglan, she laid her back onto the hospital bed. Just as she intended to take advantage of the situation and enjoy a bit of intimacy while the other party was suffering a physical trigger, she accidentally caught sight of the residual bloodstains on Sheng Yinglan’s hand.

That had happened when she rose from the bed to stop her from being struck just now. She hadn’t noticed that the IV line was still attached to the back of her hand; during the yanking process, the needle had sliced across the back of her hand. From the base of her pinky finger down to her wrist, a long bloody gash was drawn, with the flesh in the middle turning outward, looking rather shocking to the eye.

The physical trigger was incredibly intense. Even though both her nose and mouth could breathe, a sensation of oxygen deprivation still plagued her. She kept her mouth slightly open, as if doing so could make her feel a bit better. The corners of her eyes had been forced to turn a shade of red, and due to the tightening of her gland, her gaze automatically glazed over, staring blankly into space.

Yun Rong suddenly lost her desire to mess around. She lifted her hand to press the call button at the head of the bed, then adjusted Sheng Yinglan’s posture to let her lean obliquely against her chest, patting her back to soothe her breathing. Though she knew this offered no physiological help, she at least wanted to make her feel better psychologically.

As this was the private hospital of the Yun Group, before the call bell could ring thrice, the doctor had already knocked on the door and rushed in dutifully.

Though she understood what had caused Sheng Yinglan’s condition, she didn’t dare ask too many questions. She hurriedly administered a soothing injection to the patient and opened the windows inside the room, dispelling the last trace of citrus pheromone scent left behind by Yun Keyi.

Two minutes later.

Sheng Yinglan finally snapped out of that near-death state, and the mist in her eyes eventually cleared away. Though the choking sensation at the back of her neck had vanished, a lingering sense of soreness and weakness remained. She instinctively wanted to reach out to touch it, but Yun Rong pinned down her injured hand. “Don’t move, the wound on your hand hasn’t been treated yet.”

Only then did she realize she was being entirely cradled in Yun Rong’s arms. The continuous warmth radiating against her back came from Yun Rong’s body temperature. She couldn’t see the other’s expression, but she could clearly detect the displeasure and deeper undertone in her voice. Furthermore, given that this timbre sounded identical to Teacher Yun’s, she could only instinctively obey her command.

She allowed Yun Rong to use an alcohol-soaked cotton swab to clean the wound on the back of her hand. Yun Rong gently cradled the back of her hand with one hand, wiping away the blood surrounding the wound with the cotton swab. Whenever the icy cotton swab accidentally brushed against the cut, her muscles would twitch in a knee-jerk reflex.

“Does it hurt?” Yun Rong lifted her hand higher, gently blowing a breath across it. The air fanned across the back of Sheng Yinglan’s hand, feeling a bit warm and ticklish.

A sudden desire to draw even closer to Yun Rong welled up inside her heart. Simply being cradled in her arms like this wasn’t enough; she wanted to press against every inch of her skin, wanted Yun Rong to kiss the back of her neck, wanted to be pacified by those large hands, and she even couldn’t resist wanting to nuzzle against her hand.

Sheng Yinglan was startled by the sudden thoughts popping into her brain. Upon realizing what she was thinking, her entire face flushed crimson. Even if she was seeing a face identical to Teacher Yun’s again, she shouldn’t be this desperate and thirsty.

She shook her head, as if terrified that the person behind her would detect these unseemly thoughts, and hurriedly shifted the topic: “What happened to me just now?”

She knew very little about the ABO world; all her knowledge came from that novel she hadn’t read carefully. She only knew that Alphas and Omegas could secrete pheromones, along with some basic knowledge regarding heat cycles and susceptibility periods. Therefore, she didn’t quite understand why she had suddenly felt so wretched when Yun Keyi had merely stood beside her for a short moment.

Yun Rong’s movement of cleaning her wound paused for a fraction of a second. She then lifted her eyes to gesture toward the doctor who had been standing by the side the entire time. The female doctor quickly spoke up: “Miss Sheng, just now you experienced a physical trigger due to another pheromone. This is a normal reaction for someone suffering from a Disabled Gland Disorder. After injecting the soothing agent, there’s no major issue. However, because the Disabled Gland Disorder is a rather specific and highly rare condition, it will cause a significant impact on your future life. You must pay special attention to…”

The female doctor looked to be in her early thirties and spoke with great respect. She explained the pathological knowledge regarding the Disabled Gland Disorder in great detail, looking as though she had long been prepared to wait for Sheng Yinglan’s questions.

“In other words, contracting this illness is essentially equivalent to being allergic to most people’s pheromones. Even though I can’t smell their pheromone scents, I will still have an allergic reaction. If I don’t take medication or get an injection in time, there’s a possibility of going into shock and dying at any moment?”

Though there were some technical terms Sheng Yinglan couldn’t fully comprehend, she grasped the overall meaning. She finally understood why Yun Keyi had said she wouldn’t live long once she stepped out of this hospital.

It was also the female doctor’s first time seeing a patient compare this condition to an allergy. However, though the phrasing was blunt, the logic was accurate, so she could only nod her head.

Acquiring this piece of information could hardly be considered good news for Sheng Yinglan. After all, this was equivalent to her walking down the street in the real world without knowing who had a gun hidden in their arms—yet as long as they wished, even a stranger could claim her life at any moment.

“Is there no way to cure it radically? Or perhaps, slicing that gland you mentioned right out of the body?”

The moment Sheng Yinglan’s words fell, Yun Rong’s grip on her hand tightened unconsciously.

Having just finished treating the wound on the back of her hand, she hadn’t had time to withdraw her hand before hearing the other party speak such preposterous words. Failing to control her force for a moment, she left a faint ring of red marks around her wrist.

The female doctor also hadn’t expected someone to think of avoiding this condition by removing their gland. Seeing that Yun Rong’s expression was already turning somewhat dangerous, she hurriedly advised against it: “Miss Sheng, the gland is an organ on Alphas and Omegas as vital as the heart. Although there are successful examples of extraction in medical history, they are ultimately a minority. Furthermore, after a gland is extracted, the subject’s lifespan will decrease accordingly.”

While exaggerating the hazards of having a gland extracted, the female doctor imperceptibly bypassed Sheng Yinglan’s question regarding a radical cure. After finishing these words, she didn’t forget to offer consolation: “Actually, Miss Sheng, you don’t need to be so disheartened or live in such constant fear. Just treat it like an ordinary chronic illness. As long as you take your medication on time, there won’t be any major issues.”

In truth, speaking these words lacked any shred of medical ethics. After all, the gland counted as the secondary sexual characteristic for Alphas and Omegas; being unable to smell pheromone scents essentially meant Sheng Yinglan wouldn’t be able to live and socialize like a normal person.

However, it was highly apparent that Sheng Yinglan, having transmigrated from a normal society into an ABO world, didn’t realize this within her worldview, and naturally didn’t make things difficult for the doctor over this matter.

She lowered her head and pondered for a moment before speaking up again as if somewhat embarrassed: “You said just now that I would be allergic to most people’s pheromones, but there’s a small portion that I can not only smell, but also won’t be allergic to…” Perhaps because she had drunk alcohol last night, Sheng Yinglan’s memories regarding her drugging Yun Rong and their fragments in the hotel were already somewhat blurry. She tilted her head slightly to glance at Yun Rong before continuing, “I seemed to smell a fresh woody aroma last night, like the scent of agarwood. Is it possible that I’m… not allergic to her pheromones?”

She didn’t know if that scent was Yun Rong’s pheromone, and she could no longer accurately recall the specific aroma. However, hearing the doctor’s words, she couldn’t resist asking.

Seeing that the other party had finally asked the core question, the female doctor dutifully solved her doubt with due diligence: “Based on the testing last night, by a profound coincidence, it was discovered that you do not produce a physical trigger toward Miss Yun Rong’s pheromones. This is a blessing among misfortunes. However, certain components within an Omega’s heat-inducing agent will cause symptoms of limb weakness in people suffering from a Disabled Gland Disorder like yourself. Therefore, you should still avoid them as much as possible in the future. Furthermore, because your physique is specific, without undergoing testing in a regular hospital, you absolutely must not use your own body to experiment with what kind of pheromones won’t trigger an allergy. In severe cases, you could go into shock. As for pheromones that do not generate a physical trigger, you can spend more time with the carrier; it might have a certain effect on the recovery of your gland…”

The female doctor said a great deal more at the end, but Sheng Yinglan didn’t take any of it in. Her train of thought had already ground to a halt the moment it was confirmed that she wasn’t allergic to Yun Rong’s pheromones.

She hadn’t expected that even after transmigrating into a book, she still couldn’t escape being “disabled.”

Sheng Yinglan unconsciously caressed the position of her right elbow bone. Even though this area was currently smooth and flat, she still had a gut reaction upon hearing the word “disabled.”

As Yun Rong listened to the doctor concealing and fabricating part of the facts according to her own requests, she wanted to see Sheng Yinglan’s reaction. However, her gaze landed on her movement of touching her right elbow bone, and a look of bewilderment couldn’t help but flash across her eyes.