After Transmigrating into the Book, I Bent the Heroine O - Chapter 6

“Do you have… any suppressants…”

The voice, uniquely soft and delicate as an Omega’s, carried an irrepressible emotion. Her usually steady tone trembled, echoing through the empty room. He Lingxing’s face flushed crimson; under the impact of the Omega’s pheromones, her mind momentarily went blank.

For the first time, she was so nervous her hands and feet felt numb.

Then, the voice from upstairs came again.

“He… Lingxing!”

This time, the woman’s voice wasn’t filtered through the phone’s speakers; it was raw and original, and the underlying plea made He Lingxing’s heart skip a beat. The person upstairs must have reached her limit; she wouldn’t have asked for help otherwise.

In this world, any Omega would normally keep several bottles of suppressants at home to prevent sudden heat cycles. For adults, there might even be “other things” kept alongside them.

The problem was: He Lingxing’s Omega status was fake!

Despite having handled countless emergencies in previous worlds, He Lingxing was a complete novice in this specific department. She had never “eaten the pork,” nor had she seen many “pigs run.”

Shu Minglan’s trembling voice signaled that leaving her alone could lead to disaster. He Lingxing bit her lower lip, grabbed a glass of cold water, and was about to head upstairs when the System stopped her.

A few minutes later, a shivering Shu Minglan, wrapped in a bath towel, sat on the bed. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked dizzily at He Lingxing, who was also blushing furiously.

Following the System’s advice, He Lingxing had sprayed herself heavily with a “sedative perfume,” using the excuse of “same-gender repulsion”—claiming she hated smelling other Omegas’ pheromones.

An unopened, cute pink “little toy” was stuffed into Shu Minglan’s hands. Even though they were both women, He Lingxing awkwardly turned her head away, unable to look at the other’s expression.

The sweet cherry blossom scent occasionally broke through the barrier of the sedative perfume, playfully drifting into He Lingxing’s nose and reigniting the restlessness in her veins. Her gaze dropped, catching sight of the woman’s pale calves and smooth, damp feet. Her white toes were now tinted with an alluring pink cloud.

He Lingxing looked away as if burned.

It was her first time experiencing “weak knees.” A strange heat rose from her lower abdomen, making her realize she couldn’t stay there. Shu Minglan’s consciousness was already fading; if she delayed any longer, the woman wouldn’t even be able to move on her own.

Visions of certain “uncensored” scenes flashed through He Lingxing’s mind. Then, with a loud bang, she slammed the door shut.

The room was soundproof, but before she had walked far enough, she could still hear strange, muffled sounds. He Lingxing’s face turned redder as she hurried downstairs, but a soft, whimpering voice managed to breach the door’s threshold and strike her auditory nerves.

He Lingxing stumbled, nearly falling straight down the stairs.

Waking up from a hazy daze to some subtle movements, He Lingxing opened her eyes on the sofa and checked her phone. It was already past 3:00 AM.

The vigilance she had developed over the years made her arch her back instinctively, only relaxing when she saw it was Shu Minglan coming down the stairs.

Shu Minglan had a small frame. He Lingxing’s clothes were actually Alpha “one-size-fits-all,” so they looked oversized and baggy on her. The faint blue glow of the hallway nightlight spilled over the woman’s slender calves. Her steps were small and her legs were trembling slightly. Seeing He Lingxing sit up, she whispered a “thank you.”

Shu Minglan was carrying a bag containing what looked like neatly folded bedsheets. It was an incredibly awkward situation, but seeing the lingering blush on the woman’s face, He Lingxing felt a sudden urge to tease her.

“Where are you going in the middle of the night?”

“Home.”

“It’s 3:00 AM.” He Lingxing shook her phone, showing the time 03:21 clearly. “Public transport has stopped. Can you even drive in that state?”

Shu Minglan didn’t know what He Lingxing was up to. Perhaps she should have just endured the red wine stains and taken a taxi, spending an hour to get home. Her heat had been due soon, and she had taken suppressants in advance…

Calculating the moment the suppressants failed, she realized she was safer in He Lingxing’s house than in a taxi or a banquet hall. At least this fickle heiress was also an Omega; she wouldn’t take advantage of her to assault her.

Except…

Seeing Shu Minglan heading for the door, He Lingxing scrambled off the sofa to pull her back. In any world, a lone woman on the streets at 3:00 AM was dangerous, let alone in this book with its questionable moral compass. She couldn’t guarantee what Shu Minglan might run into.

He Lingxing pulled too hard, and the sudden movement dragged Shu Minglan toward her. Shu Minglan instinctively grabbed He Lingxing’s waist for support. As she stumbled downward—

The loose bathrobe slid halfway down, just as it had by the bathhouse pool, exposing He Lingxing’s rounded shoulders and collarbone. Further down, the gaze met the full curves outlined by pure black lace. Having just experienced her own “ordeal,” Shu Minglan felt a rush of blood to her head and quickly covered her nose.

Two “social death” incidents in one night—He Lingxing was truly her nemesis!

“I’m sleeping,” Shu Minglan gasped. The awkwardness was suffocating. Once the impulse to leave faded, she realized it wasn’t safe outside and hurried back upstairs. Only when she reached the top of the stairs did she remember something. She paused and whispered:

“I’ll pay you back for the sheets.”

He Lingxing, tidying her robe, raised an eyebrow and threw out a question completely unrelated to the topic: “What else is in your pheromones besides cherry blossom?”

“Omega pheromones don’t ‘match.’ The scent has nothing to do with you, CEO He.”

“Who said I wanted to match? I wanted to see how Murong Feng matches with you.”

Seeing her reluctance, He Lingxing added the comment to maintain her persona. The woman on the stairs remained half-hidden in the shadows. After a pause, she replied:

“Cherry blossom jelly.”

A dreamlike and very rare pheromone scent.

He Lingxing had a dream that night.

Perhaps her pajamas were too thick; she felt stifled in bed but was too lazy to find the AC remote. When she woke up, she was drenched in sweat.

More importantly, her sense of smell in the dream was vivid. The sweet fragrance of cherry blossom jelly kept drifting to her nose—a scent so clear and light, far more captivating than any other Omega pheromones.

In the dream, she knew she was dreaming, but she couldn’t resist the primal call. She dreamt she was looming over Shu Minglan, circling her in her arms, finding her gland and biting down ruthlessly to inject her own pheromones. The woman in her arms was as submissive as a lamb, enjoying the Alpha’s protection and possession.

She even dreamt of demanding Shu Minglan come to her office. Shu Minglan sneaked in, avoiding others’ eyes, the scent of cherry blossom jelly sparking a fire in He Lingxing’s heart. She pushed Shu Minglan onto the cold office desk as a punishment, but just as she touched the gland, there was a knock.

Knock, knock, knock!

Her consciousness was blurry. He Lingxing was still savoring the dream’s afterglow when the persistent knocking woke her up completely.

Opening the door, she saw Shu Minglan. The woman’s cold expression snapped He Lingxing out of it, leaving her with a lingering sense of guilt and unease. She had never been in an ABO world before and hadn’t realized how powerful pheromone attraction was until she started dreaming about herself and Shu Minglan.

Though she had never been in love, He Lingxing felt she was “straight.” Her interest in the woman was purely the result of pheromones. She had no intention of dating yet; if she ever did, she planned to find a man after finishing the mission and leaving this world.

“I made breakfast. I didn’t know what you liked, so I just made something simple.” Shu Minglan looked up and was puzzled to see a blush on He Lingxing’s face. A strange feeling crossed her heart. “I have to film, so I’m leaving. Thanks for yesterday. I’ve transferred the money to you on WeChat.”

With a polite nod, she walked downstairs.

The sheets were gone, and the room was tidy—as if no one had been there. There wasn’t a trace of Omega scent left behind.

The heat subsided under a cold shower. He Lingxing looked at the bathroom counter; things had been moved back to their original places. Shu Minglan must have searched here for Omega suppressants.

Her heart skipped a beat. Thank god the original host’s Alpha suppressants were used up, she thought. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to explain, and her “fake Omega” cover would have been blown.

By the time she reached the dining table, Shu Minglan was gone. There was a significant transfer on WeChat. He Lingxing accepted it; mentioning last night would be awkward for both of them.

Breakfast consisted of sandwiches and milk. The milk was from the fridge, and the condensation had been thoughtfully wiped off. On the plate was a shimmering hot spring egg—not entirely Japanese style, but sprinkled with tiny scallions and a hint of salt.

The “chef” was talented. He Lingxing usually couldn’t eat much in the morning, but she finished everything. As she put the dishes in the dishwasher, the System spoke:

【Your rut is also approaching soon. Please ensure you prepare Alpha suppressants. To maintain your persona, you must also buy Omega suppressants. Since you are a top-tier Alpha, you need high doses. It would be best to find a permanent Omega or buy pheromone-soothing medication.】

“Suppressants? If everyone knows when their heat or rut is, how did Shu Minglan go into heat so suddenly?” He Lingxing asked curiously.

While the heroine becomes “love-brained” later, she wasn’t a careless person. Even as a second-tier actress, she was well-regarded for being gentle and meticulous. She hadn’t even stayed angry after He Lingxing’s meddling yesterday and had even made her breakfast. If they hadn’t been “enemies,” they could have been friends.

【Shu Minglan is a top-tier Omega. If she goes too long without an Alpha’s comfort, the probability of suppressant failure increases. Furthermore, such an Omega cannot just find any Alpha; they must be compatible—specifically, a pheromone compatibility of 85% or higher.】

“So it’s because she and Murong Feng have a high compatibility?”

【The compatibility between the leads is 90%. Therefore, the male lead marking the heroine is the main mission of this book. Otherwise, the heroine will suffer severe adverse reactions from long-term suppressant failure.】

He Lingxing’s expression remained neutral, clearly losing interest in the leads’ romance. “Got it.” She had expected “beautiful people” before arriving; physically, that was true, but their inner selves were quite the headache.

After a call from a subordinate about a new project, she hurried back to the company.

October brought a sudden drop in temperature. The warm sun was replaced by chilling winds. The ten-degree drop, combined with thin costumes, was hard on the Omegas on set. Shu Minglan gritted her teeth through a scene involving falling into water. Afterward, her assistant rushed her to drink hot ginger soup, and the director allowed her to rest.

Despite being a “fragile” Omega, Shu Minglan’s work ethic rivaled any Alpha’s. She did her own stunts whenever possible and had even trained in martial arts for a previous role. No one—not even Jia Qimei—could find fault with her. Shu Minglan sent money to her assistant to order milk tea for the crew, then leaned back in her coat to rest.

The moment she closed her eyes, the previous night’s events flooded her mind. But what pained her most wasn’t the awkwardness with He Lingxing; it was a dark shadow in her mind that kept whispering to her.

It claimed to be the “Executioner of the World’s Plot.” It said that as the heroine, she must be with the male lead and stop trying to deviate from the world’s path. In her dreams, it accused her of being irresponsible for avoiding the male lead.

Yesterday, the voice had been screaming at her to stay by the male lead’s side. But looking at that handsome man, she felt no desire to get closer. Instead, He Lingxing had spilled wine on her, and in her desperation, she had chosen to go home with He Lingxing. Looking back, she was terrified.

She had inexplicably trusted He Lingxing. If the woman hadn’t taken her home, but to a remote location to have an Alpha mark her, it wouldn’t have been impossible. Even if He Lingxing hadn’t planned it, she could have done many things once the suppressants failed.

Given He Lingxing’s “mad” reputation in the script, Shu Minglan believed she would have done it—at least to humiliate her. But since He Lingxing had removed the toxic manager and offended Director Jia for her, she felt the woman wasn’t as crazy or evil as the script said.

The conflict between these feelings and the “Entity’s” accusations gave her a headache. She had endured for so long and finally escaped her manager; she planned to quit as soon as this film was finished. She didn’t want to see the male lead or CEO He ever again.

Just as Shu Minglan was about to argue back against the voice, its tone suddenly turned joyful.

【Fine, Heroine. Listen carefully. The male lead will meet you again in the plot soon. Don’t you hate He Lingxing? I have a task for you.】

【Once completed, that woman He Lingxing will, at best, end up in prison—and at worst, disappear from this world entirely.】