After Transmigrating as the Abandoned Rich Wife O, I Turned the Scum A's Life into a Crematorium [Transmigration] - Chapter 14

Gu Bei’s condition was Glandular Tissue Syndrome caused by a chill.

This is a common ailment, predominantly found in Omegas. Early symptoms are subtle but include intermittent instability of the heat cycle. If one fails to rest and recover properly, it can lead to heat disorders, a decline in pheromone quality, and unexplained headaches or nausea.

The doctor prescribed several medications, emphasizing that she must take them at regular intervals and strictly forbade her from stopping the medication on her own during the treatment cycle.

After the butler helped her complete the discharge procedures, he accompanied her back to the villa in the company van. The attending physician had cared for her well, and she had recovered significantly; aside from the recommendation to stay for observation during her next heat, there were no special instructions.

Perhaps it was a side effect of the treatment, but Gu Bei’s sense of smell suddenly became far more acute. As soon as she stepped into the house, she detected a faint floral pheromone. She couldn’t identify the flower, and it was somewhat pungent.

The butler, driver, and maids were all Betas; none of them possessed such pheromones. Shen Siying smelled of wine-soaked roses, and Gu Bei herself was sweet milky candy. The only explanation was that the uninvited guest in the house had gone into heat.

Gu Bei followed the thickening scent toward the second-floor guest room. Sure enough, Xin Mengyao’s face was flushed, her breathing was labored, and she was slumped in a recliner by the window.

Gu Bei knocked politely. “Excuse me, may I come in?”

She didn’t want to meddle, but the pheromones pooling on the second floor were simply too dense. Since Gu Bei’s room was close to the guest room, she would be affected.

“Do you need a suppressant?” Gu Bei asked.

Xin Mengyao’s eyes were hazy; she couldn’t clearly see who the visitor was. “Siying? Is that you, Siying?”

Gu Bei’s brows knit slightly. “No.”

Hearing this, Xin Mengyao looked disappointed. She picked up her phone and dialed Shen Siying.

Gu Bei picked up the kettle on the table and poured a glass of hot water for her. Remembering how Xin Mengyao had asked a maid to blow on it earlier, she did the same, holding the cup and blowing gently. Once Gu Bei felt the temperature was right, the call connected.

Xin Mengyao took the water from Gu Bei just as Shen Siying said “Hello” on the other end. Her hand “trembled,” the water spilled, and she let out a piercing scream.

Gu Bei covered her ears in discomfort, failing to notice Xin Mengyao “falling” off the recliner. The cup in Xin Mengyao’s hand naturally slipped, rolling onto the carpet as water splashed everywhere—on her hair, her face, and her satin shirt.

The phone slid into the crevice of the sofa. Shen Siying kept calling out through the screen, but she could only hear Gu Bei and Xin Mengyao’s tense exchange.

Gu Bei: “Oh dear, it’s my fault…”

Xin Mengyao: “It’s so hot!”

Gu Bei: “Ahhh…”

Xin Mengyao: “Sob… don’t touch me… sob…”

The other words didn’t matter—”don’t touch me” was the phrase that pierced Shen Siying’s sanity. She threw on her coat and rushed out of the office.

Luck was on Shen Siying’s side; she hit every green light and returned to the villa in record time. The moment she entered, she was overwhelmed by Xin Mengyao’s pheromones. She put on a suppressant mask handed to her by the butler and sprinted to the second floor.

(Suppressant masks are generally not recommended as their effectiveness is poor. If an Alpha’s own Omega is in heat, they aren’t needed; but if it’s another Omega, an Alpha needs one to maintain propriety.)

Reaching the guest bedroom, she saw Gu Bei and Xin Mengyao pulling at each other. Xin Mengyao was weeping piteously on the floor while Gu Bei stood by like a spectator. Although Gu Bei looked like she was trying to pull her up, to anyone watching, it looked like she was the one bullying the girl on the floor.

Furious, Shen Siying strode forward, carefully scooped Xin Mengyao up, and carried her back to the bed.

“Um…” Gu Bei wanted to say it had nothing to do with her, but she was silenced by a murderous glare from Shen Siying. She stood there obediently, motionless, even the movement of her eyes slowing down.

“Get out!” Shen Siying barked at Gu Bei.

Before Gu Bei could move, Xin Mengyao grabbed Shen Siying’s collar, murmuring, “Don’t go, don’t leave me!”

Shen Siying gently patted the hand clutching her: “I’m not leaving, I’m not leaving. Just relax.”

Gu Bei knew perfectly well Xin Mengyao wasn’t telling her not to leave. Glancing at the infinitely gentle Shen Siying, she left the room in a state of suppressed grievance.

Shen Siying didn’t leave the guest room until Xin Mengyao’s feverish heat subsided. The butler and maids brought food into the room and cleared away the waste from the injected suppressants.

Gu Bei sat alone at the long dining table eating dinner, tears suddenly dripping into her food.

Xiao Ba: “Aww, what are you crying for? You didn’t do anything wrong!”

Gu Bei didn’t speak; the food tasted exceptionally bland.

Xiao Ba: “Think about how to deal with them! Make them suffer!”

Gu Bei remained silent. The tears sliding into her mouth added a layer of bitterness to the meal. Xiao Ba, being just a system, couldn’t truly empathize with Gu Bei’s emotions; after rambling for a while and finding it boring, it fell silent as well.

Taking advantage of everyone’s distraction, Gu Bei slipped out of the house.

The evening sky was filled with wind chasing colorful clouds, the sun hiding in the twilight. A flock of dark birds flew past—a perfect “stroke of the brush” on a divine canvas. Shen Siying’s villa wasn’t in a remote suburb; it was only a twenty-minute walk to the bustling city center.

Gu Bei walked for about fifteen minutes before reaching a relatively lively district. She chose a chic dessert shop, sat down, and ordered a coffee and a glazed canelé. Leaning against the window, her fingers loosely held a spoon, stirring the brown liquid in the white porcelain cup.

Before transmigrating, Gu Bei didn’t like coffee because she loved sweets; coffee was always too bitter. But this shop was different. She had come here once before during her studio hunt. The manager had recommended a new coffee, which she initially refused. The manager then told her that ordering a dessert with the new coffee earned her a 100% guaranteed prize draw. Only then did she order it.

One sip opened the door to a new world. Since then, she always ordered this specific coffee: “L’oubli.” After drinking it, she learned the French name meant “Oblivion.”

As for what prize she had won back then, Gu Bei had actually forgotten. Because the canelé was so delicious, she ordered another one to take back to the studio.

As she was leaving, the manager stopped her. He politely handed her a pale green card: “Miss, this is the prize from your last win.”

Gu Bei looked at it: A free Christmas Eve dessert. Have a sweet night with your beloved!

Gu Bei was so lost in thought that she didn’t realize she had almost walked into the middle of the road. Suddenly, a black motorcycle roared to a halt in front of her, seizing the attention of every passerby.

The rider, dressed in black leather, removed a black-and-green helmet and said to Gu Bei: “Finally met you, Boss!”

“Jian… Peiyun?” Gu Bei slowly called out the name in confusion. Although she followed her livestreams, the real person felt a bit unfamiliar.

Jian Peiyun was a high-quality Alpha, much taller than Gu Bei. Her skin was a bit darker than it appeared on screen, and her long, straight brown hair fell to her waist. She looked incredibly “sa” and cool.

“Hop on,” Jian Peiyun said, handing Gu Bei a smaller helmet. “Where to? I’ll give you a lift.”

Gu Bei had a brief mental struggle: Mom taught us not to get into strangers’ cars or eat their food.

“Okay,” Gu Bei said, her mental defenses failing instantly. “To the studio.”

She took the helmet. As a petite Omega, she was embarrassingly clumsy trying to climb onto the motorcycle. Jian Peiyun stabilized the bike, placed her hand on Gu Bei’s rounded bottom, and gave her a firm push. Finally, she was on.

She fumbled for handles on either side, which Jian Peiyun noticed.

“My bike is customized; I don’t usually carry passengers, so I didn’t install handles,” she said.

Gu Bei gave an awkward smile. “Is your bike… stable?”

Jian Peiyun gave a faint laugh. “I can’t guarantee the bike, but the rider is very stable. Hold on to me, I’ll take you flying!”

The engine roared as they tore down the street. Gu Bei was thrown against Jian Peiyun’s back by the momentum. The speed was so high and the ride so jolting that she was forced to wrap her arms tightly around Jian Peiyun’s slender waist.

Jian Peiyun felt mischievous and kept accelerating. A black streak flashed through the startled crowds. Inside the noise-canceling helmet, Gu Bei could hear her own frantic screams. This was her first time on a motorcycle; under Jian Peiyun’s control, it was no less terrifying than a 4D roller coaster.

Jian Peiyun couldn’t hear the screams clearly, but she could feel Gu Bei’s arms tightening out of fear. She grinned arrogantly, feeling quite satisfied.

Finally, the black shadow stopped at the office building. Gu Bei was pale with fright, and her inner thighs felt a bit numb. Jian Peiyun removed her helmet and shook her head, her long hair brushing against Gu Bei’s face.

Jian Peiyun dismounted first and reached out both hands to help Gu Bei. Gu Bei clenched her small fists and pounded them onto Jian Peiyun’s shoulders, which only made the other woman laugh louder.

In the twilight, one was acting spoiled and hitting, the other was accepting it happily—they looked exactly like a blissful couple in love!

Realizing her behavior carried an unintended meaning, Gu Bei quickly explained: “I’m just really angry!”

Jian Peiyun nodded vigorously with a smile: “I know, I know. Can our Boss get off the bike now?”

“I can do it myself.” In Jian Peiyun’s eyes, Gu Bei was like a proud little princess—she couldn’t do anything, yet she insisted on doing everything herself.

Gu Bei’s numb legs had no strength. Before her feet even hit the ground, she lost her balance and began to fall. Jian Peiyun was quick and caught her.

Gu Bei was suddenly reminded of the scene of Shen Siying holding Xin Mengyao, and she felt a wave of nausea in her stomach.

“I said I could do it myself,” she said, pushing Jian Peiyun away.

Jian Peiyun locked the bike and followed behind Gu Bei like a loyal little tail. In the elevator, Gu Bei stood as far from Jian Peiyun as possible, but the Alpha’s face remained full of smiles, her gaze never leaving Gu Bei.

“I’m sorry for standing you up the last two times,” Gu Bei said apologetically.

A “it’s okay” reached Jian Peiyun’s lips but was swallowed back down. “Then how are you going to compensate me?”