After Transmigrating into the Book, I Bent the Heroine O - Chapter 11

Feeling Shu Minglan’s body stiffen, He Lingxing—who thought she had successfully completed her task—prepared to retreat. Suddenly, a rich, orchid-and-musk-like fragrance surged into her olfactory nerves at point-blank range.

The measly suppressant oral liquid stood no chance against primal instinct.

Shu Minglan hadn’t had another “accident,” but it seemed this world was designed so that an Alpha or Omega’s instincts would release pheromones when startled. The arm wrapped around the woman’s slender waist went numb and stiff instantly. He Lingxing’s breathing turned ragged; using every ounce of self-control, she slowly pulled her arm back.

However, the person opposite her wasn’t as well-behaved as she had expected. As He Lingxing tried to back away, Shu Minglan actually took a proactive step forward.

It was He Lingxing’s first time smelling that elegant cherry blossom scent from so close. The pheromones exhaled in that instant were like an early spring blooming within the steaming hot spring. The cherry blossom aroma was laced with the sweetness of jelly, causing He Lingxing to flush crimson from her neck to her cheeks.

By comparison, her “Peach Blossom Snow” scent, which was merely a disguise, was heavily suppressed by the unique scent of the cherry blossom jelly. Yet, there was no “same-gender repulsion” between the two; instead, they seemed to blend.

Shu Minglan tilted her head slightly, her eyes appearing intoxicated. She lifted her arms and actively looped them around He Lingxing’s neck. The sudden impact of the pheromones made He Lingxing lose the ability to think clearly, and she only reacted belatedly when the woman’s hand began fumbling toward her gland.

The tips of her ears were so hot they felt like they were bleeding.

Detecting an abnormal physical reaction, He Lingxing’s gaze fell on the water cup Shu Minglan had finished. To complete her mission, she had taken a sip, but not much. Shu Minglan, however, had finished most of it. While Alphas and Omegas are naturally attracted to each other, it wouldn’t escalate like this just by being alone. Clearly, that cup of water had been spiked.

“You smell so good.” The woman’s voice was lowered to a seductive, husky pitch by desire as she slowly uttered her name: “He Lingxing.”

“You still know I’m He Lingxing?”

The slight residual effect of the oral suppressant and her extraordinary willpower kept He Lingxing in a better state than Shu Minglan, but she didn’t dare touch the woman’s skin again.

After a quick thought, He Lingxing untied the sash from her waist. Under Shu Minglan’s increasingly fervent gaze, she grabbed the woman’s hands and swiftly bound them together before letting go.

“He Lingxing!”

“Relax. I’m not interested in same-sex relationships—in every sense of the word.”

The bathrobe sash wouldn’t leave marks or cause injury, so He Lingxing tied it quite tight, making it impossible for Shu Minglan to break free.

The rippling water gently pushed aside the woman’s outer robe. Her camisole beneath was soaked through, revealing smooth curves and silhouettes as the warm currents flowed into the gaps of her clothing.

Shu Minglan, who had always kept her distance, now looked at her like a fox—her eyes filled with both a predator’s greed and a burning, fiery seduction.

Scorched by that intense gaze, He Lingxing looked down sharply, feeling embarrassed. She adjusted her own collar, grabbed the end of the bathrobe sash, and dragged the woman out of the water. Just as she was about to shove her into the dressing room, the sound of approaching voices came from outside.

“Yes, it’s right here.”

The thud-thud of high heels hit the floor. The woman outside was walking fast, her voice low and urgent: “Just open the door for me!”

The fingerprint lock chirped: “Password correct, welcome.” Simultaneously, the flashlight of a phone began sweeping through the dim hot spring area.

For a moment, the intruder didn’t find what she was looking for.

“That’s strange…”

A familiar voice came from the outer area. The woman hesitated for a second but quickly noticed something suspicious and marched firmly toward the lit inner area.

Bang!

The door was pushed open with force, showing the intruder’s impatience. Halfway through, the door met immense resistance. Sister Bai used her strength to push further, but the force from the other side suddenly vanished, causing the woman in heels to lose her balance and stumble forward.

“Ah!”

Sister Bai let out a short yelp. A foul insult was about to burst from her mouth, but she swallowed it whole when she looked up and saw the person standing there.

“He… He Lingxing!?”

“Eh? You’re a Beta, right? Who are you looking for in a female Omega bathhouse?”

“I’m looking… looking for Shu Minglan. She left something with me earlier. I figured since she was back, I’d find an opportunity to return it to her.”

Sister Bai cursed inwardly, wondering why He Lingxing was here. Thinking about her previous scolding and pay cut made her feel a surge of resentment. However, no matter how much she thrived at Yaoxing, she knew better than to offend the big boss. She immediately forced a fake smile.

It was eerie. She had clearly watched Shu Minglan walk in here holding a cup of spiked water. Sister Bai’s impatience was driven by her desire to see Shu Minglan in heat; if she could record the actress’s undignified state when she couldn’t get relief, she could control the woman forever.

He Lingxing acted as if she had forgotten the woman’s name, leaning against the door and looking down into her eyes: “What was your name again?”

“Bai Xi.”

“Ah, Bai Xi. I recall you were transferred. What are you doing looking for Shu Minglan?” He Lingxing’s gaze fell on the phone in her hand, which she hadn’t had time to turn off. The flash was still on, illuminating the pale skin of He Lingxing’s calves.

“Delete it.”

He Lingxing’s face suddenly went cold. She gripped the woman’s wrist with force. Bai Xi nearly screamed in pain, shocked that an Omega could have such strength.

A layer of mist clouded Bai Xi’s vision, making it hard to see her phone screen, but she obediently opened the photos she had just taken—which contained nothing substantial—and deleted them.

Bai Xi thought she was in the clear. She turned off the flash and was about to pocket her phone when it was snatched away. He Lingxing expertly navigated to the photo gallery, and her suspicions were confirmed when she saw a password-locked album.

He Lingxing’s warm breath brushed against Bai Xi’s pale face. Her voice, carrying a mocking smile, rang in the manager’s ear: “What’s in here? Since you can take photos, I should be allowed to look, right?”

Omega pheromones were still drifting from the inner room, stimulating He Lingxing’s senses and nerves, making it nearly impossible to maintain her calm.

“Hurry up!” He Lingxing snapped.

Faced with her boss’s aggressive stance and knowing she wouldn’t let it go, Bai Xi didn’t dare play tricks. She quickly entered the password and handed over the phone.

He Lingxing flipped through the album briefly. Her expression didn’t change, but the casual way her slender fingers tucked a strand of hair behind her ear made Bai Xi even more nervous. Her eyes were wide, not wanting to miss a single micro-expression.

After finishing, He Lingxing simply handed the phone back. She didn’t lose her temper or say anything. This “heavy thunder but no rain” approach made Bai Xi even more uneasy.

That album was full of candid “lifestyle” photos of Shu Minglan. She wasn’t the only manager who took candid shots of their artists, but it was certainly illegal if exposed. While they weren’t explicit—Shu Minglan never changed in front of her—she had taken photos while the actress was asleep.

These trivial things weren’t enough to act as blackmail, but Sister Bai was the type who insisted on keeping her artists under her thumb. Seeing Shu Minglan becoming disobedient, she had hoped to catch evidence while Shu was with Director Jia, but He Lingxing had transferred her away first.

In the past, she was sure He Lingxing wouldn’t care about this “trash,” but something was different now.

Bai Xi swallowed nervously and took the initiative to delete the album herself. She even cleared the backup and trash bin completely before showing it to He Lingxing as a gesture of appeasement.

He Lingxing waved her hand impatiently, signaling her to leave. She watched the woman’s back disappear and heard the door click shut before a cold sneer escaped her lips.

Opening her hand, her palm was already bleeding where her nails had dug in. She had been pinching herself to stay conscious; only the abnormal flush on her face gave her away, though a terrified Bai Xi had failed to notice.

He Lingxing let out a long breath. A suppressant she had exchanged from the System appeared in her hand, and she injected it into her arm. Moments later, a cool, refreshing sensation extinguished the fire in her heart, and her strength returned.

She then took an Omega-specific suppressant and injected it into Shu Minglan. Only when the half-conscious woman’s eyes regained clarity did she release the sash.

Shu Minglan’s breathing was slightly heavy, but she no longer tried to pounce on her.

“Awake?”

Because of her previous “character collapses,” He Lingxing didn’t miss this chance to repair her persona. Her tone was harsh: “Next time, don’t lean all over people. People might think I’m into Omega-Omega relationships! Your pheromones smell terrible. Clean yourself up and go home.”

Shu Minglan was hazy but hadn’t lost her memory. She recalled her various offenses toward He Lingxing. A wave of complex emotions flooded her mind, causing a blush to spread across her cheeks.

Logically, He Lingxing’s tone was quite unpleasant. Anyone with a bit of a temper would have snapped back. But as her gaze landed on the woman’s damp, red lips, Shu Minglan somehow let out a light chuckle.

【Heroine’s Friendship Value +30】

He Lingxing: “?”

“Your laugh is ugly.” He Lingxing wasn’t sure if her sarcasm was enough, so she scowled even harder. “Your makeup is ruined. If you’re not leaving, I am.”

As she strode forward, her wrist was suddenly caught. Shu Minglan’s grip was careful; she was only lightly pinching He Lingxing’s wrist with two soft fingers.

“CEO He.”

The woman’s nails were trimmed smooth, and the light touch caused no pain. A soft, warm laugh entered her ears. The fingers left her wrist, and the moment He Lingxing turned her head to look, they very lightly, almost imperceptibly, brushed across her lips.

A smear of red stained the white fingertip. A mischievous, childish smile sparkled in Shu Minglan’s eyes. The overhead lights made her eyes glitter:

“Your lipstick is smudged too.”