After Transmigrating into a Book, I Finally Have an Omega - Chapter 2

Cen Xin led the police car to the scene, pointing at the building directly ahead. “It’s right there.”

Where they looked, a large hole was shattered into a window. The wind swirled, sending the curtains fluttering wildly.

“Are you the person who reported this?”

The impartial, stern scrutiny of the police gave Cen Xin a great deal of confidence. In the past, she wouldn’t have dared to get involved—or more accurately, she wouldn’t even have had the standing to do so.

“I’m the one who helped call them.”

As she spoke, a woman appeared by the window with a faint smile. Accompanying her was the lingering scent of pheromones in the air. The bitter almond scent was potent, making everyone at the scene feel uneasy.

The police entered the building, and the curtains were promptly drawn. Wang Lan came running from outside, but she didn’t rush in immediately.

She stormed up to Cen Xin, furiously smashing Cen Xin’s outdated phone against her body.

“You think calling the police will actually cause trouble for me?”

Wang Lan’s expression was distorted, her voice sharp and venting—each word stabbing into Cen Xin’s heart.

Cen Xin lowered her head, a wave of overwhelming disappointment washing over her. She should have seen this coming. If her rushing around for Nanxi earlier was fueled by that one phrase—“except you”—then now that the adrenaline had faded, she realized it was likely a futile effort. Things would probably just be swept under the rug.

No different from what had happened before.

Wang Lan walked past Cen Xin with her head held high, shooting her a disdainful look. “You’re fired!”

Cen Xin didn’t move. The news didn’t trigger any emotional reaction; it was as if she had expected it.

Wang Lan turned around just as the curtains were pulled back again. Nanxi curled her finger, beckoning Wang Lan over.

Wang Lan was overjoyed. See? Isn’t she just showing weakness now?

She knew it. Even if Nanxi’s act of calling the police was unexpected, her habit of being submissive certainly wouldn’t change.

Cen Xin also saw Nanxi. That calm, nonchalant look caused Cen Xin’s heart to sink further and further. Just as she was about to look away, her gaze froze.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Nanxi seemed to smile at her?

The corners of Nanxi’s lips curled up slowly, carrying a sense of reassurance. It was like a butterfly lightly kissing a flower before fluttering its wings to fly—it was impossibly beautiful.

This wasn’t the distant, cold stranger from before. More importantly, that smile seemed meant specifically for her.

Wang Lan entered the lounge, completely ignoring the police as she walked straight up to Nanxi.

She reached out with a smile, intending to pat Nanxi on the shoulder, but Nanxi dodged.

Unable to hide her embarrassment, Wang Lan couldn’t help but scold her: “Nanxi, I told you we could resolve any issues ourselves. Why bother the police?”

Looking at the “I’ve got you” expression on Wang Lan’s face, Chao Nanxi let out a cold laugh.

She was now certain that the “original” Nanxi was a total “silly-sweet” pushover to have kept such a calculating manager by her side. Wang Lan’s desire for control and her schemes were written all over her face. Yet the original Nanxi hadn’t seen any of it, foolishly trusting her.

But since she had taken over Nanxi’s life, from now on, she would live it the Chao Nanxi way.

“I don’t think this is something ‘you and I’ can resolve alone.”

Chao Nanxi withdrew her smile, drawing a hard line through the “we” in Wang Lan’s mouth.

“Tell me, isn’t the faking of suppressors such a serious matter that only the police can handle it?”

Wang Lan’s face went pale, but she refused to give up: “Nanxi… what are you saying? You can’t just talk nonsense like that!”

“Besides, given our relationship, don’t you trust me?”

Faking suppressors was a criminal offense; Wang Lan was truly terrified now.

“Relationship?”

Chao Nanxi suddenly loathed the word. “Is it because of this ‘relationship’ that you injected me with faulty suppressors?”

“I contacted the manufacturer. They told me my suppressors are custom-made specifically for my pheromones and glands, and are 100% effective during my heat.”

“You did indeed inject me before the event, but the effect was surprisingly poor.”

With every sentence she spoke, Wang Lan’s face grew a shade whiter. Nanxi never cared about any details other than acting. How could she know this?

Chao Nanxi glanced discreetly at the backpack on the sofa. This was a tip the little assistant had inadvertently given her. After the assistant left earlier, Nanxi had specifically picked up the packaging of the suppressor patch—something she recognized from the original Nanxi’s memories. She had gone online, found the customer service, verified her identity, and unexpectedly gained such powerful evidence.

“If the suppressors are fine as you claim, does that mean the problem lies with you?”

Chao Nanxi spoke clearly, her curled lips like a lethal blade. Though the blade was adorned with blossoms, it couldn’t soften the cold chill of its edge.

Cen Xin had just finished her questioning and walked in just in time to see this scene. Originally, she was certain Nanxi wouldn’t hold Wang Lan accountable, but now, she wasn’t so sure.

She paused for a moment, only to be spotted by Nanxi. What did that beckoning hand mean?

“Cen Xin… it’s Cen Xin!”

Wang Lan knew she couldn’t escape the investigation, but even in her final moments, she wanted to drag Cen Xin down with her. It must have been Cen Xin who instigated this to make Nanxi act so out of character. Furthermore, Song Zhongxia had said she would definitely get away with it.

“I sent her to get the suppressors! If there’s a problem, she must have tampered with them!”

Wang Lan suddenly grabbed Cen Xin’s arm, pulling her toward Nanxi.

Here it comes.

Chao Nanxi stepped forward, prying Wang Lan’s fingers off one by one, instinctively pulling Cen Xin behind her back.

At this moment, the events from the book and the original memories finally connected. Although the timing was different, it echoed the “betrayal incident.” In the original story, about six months later, Nanxi would experience another loss of control during her heat. At that time, Wang Lan would minimize the incident and shift all blame onto Cen Xin.

“You don’t actually think I’d believe you just because you said so, do you? The results of the investigation will come out. Those who deserve punishment won’t be able to run.”

The reason she protected Cen Xin was that Chao Nanxi remembered her own debut. Back then, she had been framed, and not a single person stood by her side. That feeling was miserable.

In her agitation, Chao Nanxi’s hand brushed against Cen Xin.

Their hands met briefly, sending a massive wave through Cen Xin’s heart. She never imagined Nanxi would stand up to Wang Lan—and more than that, that she would protect her.

Her tense emotions relaxed slightly. This unexpected behavior caused a nearly dried-up spring in her heart to begin flowing again. Amidst her surprise, Cen Xin looked at Nanxi’s back. For the first time, the “absurd” thought of wanting to understand and get closer to this person sprouted.

“And one more thing.”

These events fueled Chao Nanxi’s anger. She pointed to the coffee table behind Wang Lan.

“You must be familiar with the doorstop on the table. You were the last person to leave the lounge. I don’t know who else but you would put something like that there to stop me from leaving.”

“Let me guess… you let me lose control without suppressors and blocked the door so I couldn’t get out. For what exactly?”

With every word, Chao Nanxi stepped closer to Wang Lan, cornering her until she had nowhere to go.

“Was it to see me make a fool of myself to create a scandal? Or to get some dirt on me to use later?”

A suppressor patch couldn’t fully block a furious Alpha. Everyone present suddenly felt a crushing pressure. Cen Xin faintly smelled the scent of peppermint.

She quickly pulled a suppressor spray from her bag and sprayed it on the back of Nanxi’s neck. The cool sting helped Chao Nanxi calm down.

She turned around. “Cen Xin, call everyone from the studio to the company.”

“Oh, and add one more thing: those who want to turn themselves in don’t have to come. Better to do it sooner rather than later.”

She had accessed Nanxi’s memories and found that this team—which supposedly existed for her—didn’t treat her well at all. They were negligent and stole from her; no one actually cared about Nanxi’s career, viewing her only as a cash cow. Rather than being dragged down, she’d rather settle it all at once. Her team had to be handpicked by her.

Lawyers arrived and followed the police to handle Wang Lan’s case. Before leaving, the hatred and resentment in Wang Lan’s eyes didn’t escape Chao Nanxi. She didn’t understand—the evidence against Wang Lan was solid, so why wasn’t she afraid? At the same time, that resentment felt reluctant, as if she were taking the fall for someone else.

Cen Xin walked up to Chao Nanxi. “Sister Nan, you called for me earlier. Is there something I need to handle?”

Chao Nanxi nodded. “Find a first-aid kit, then call the event organizers. I caused this mess; I have to pay for the damages, don’t I?”

Chao Nanxi looked at the broken porcelain on the floor and suddenly felt a pang in her wallet. The lounge she was in contained several antiques used for filming. Generally, why would antiques be in an artist’s lounge? Clearly, it was all intentional.

Cen Xin returned with a first-aid kit and the person in charge. No one knew what Nanxi said to them, but the person accepted Nanxi’s check without any anger or further pursuit.

Cen Xin opened the alcohol, her mind wandering elsewhere: Why is today’s Nanxi so different? Is it the influence of pheromones?

“What are you thinking about?”

Chao Nanxi returned after seeing the person out and sat beside Cen Xin. The little assistant was dazed, her fair face full of confusion.

Cen Xin was startled and spilled the alcohol. The liquid soaked Nanxi’s gown; the thin fabric turned dark and clung to her leg.

“I’m sorry!”

Cen Xin was flustered, wanting to wipe it for her but not quite daring to.

“It’s fine. I have to change anyway.”

“As for you… don’t you plan on telling me why you showed up here so well-equipped?”

As she spoke, Chao Nanxi tilted Cen Xin’s chin up.

Author’s Note:

The Little Assistant’s Work Diary: Day 2

She… protected me, and she smiled at me.

Chao Nanxi: My wife is like a cat caught in the rain.