The Alluring Boss O's Slacker A (Transmigration GL) - Chapter 3

The scum Alpha’s words and actions were utterly brainless and arrogant; her character setting was collapsing.

However, this was, after all, Wen Jin’s final scene.

She followed professional protocol and slowly squatted down, positioning her sight almost eye-level with Ruan Tingzhi.

The rich, seductive pheromones emanating from the differentiating Omega rushed to lock onto Wen Jin’s sense of smell.

Her eyes deepened slightly, but that was the only change.

Where exactly was the problem? At such a close distance, she remained indifferent.

Could it be that the pheromones couldn’t control her?

Or was there a serum in her blood that inhibited Ruan Tingzhi’s pheromone effect?

Ruan Tingzhi’s eyelashes fluttered. She then lifted her small, palm-sized face and, with constant hand movements, gave continuous suggestive commands to the scum Alpha. She wanted to see if contact with her skin would make Wen Jin become infatuated.

Luo Xi, receiving Ruan Tingzhi’s hand signal, moved one step at a time, mechanically urging Wen Jin: “Slap her.”

Wen Jin leaned slightly to the left, lowering her eyes to glance at the utterly malicious scum Alpha.

Driven by her professional habits, she noted that a protagonist Alpha like Luo Xi, whose words, actions, IQ, EQ, and moral values were so undeserving of her position, didn’t fit the standard template for the destined daughter of this world.

Wen Jin would typically suspect that such a protagonist might be possessed or a loophole-jumping transmigrator. As a repairwoman for clearing loopholes, she would, of course, immediately eliminate anything that destabilized the world.

Her gaze circled Luo Xi, but the latter did not look up. Wen Jin slightly clenched her fist.

She failed to notice that this subconscious movement was observed by the pitiable, mud-soaked girl who was about to be hit.

However, Ruan Tingzhi underestimated Wen Jin in one aspect: Wen Jin’s mindset was incredibly stable, and her determination to retire was paramount.

Even with her professional habits kicking in, she wasn’t necessarily curious. She currently had her own professional plan for her slacker life.

So, just as Ruan Tingzhi was anticipating Wen Jin exposing more flaws so she could investigate further—

Wen Jin slowly extended her palm, raising it mid-air. The action showed no reluctance, the only flaw being its slowness.

Ruan Tingzhi’s pheromones were a cool, sealed, budding lavender—elegant, refined, noble, and beautiful. Yet, she herself was a different style, curled up on the ground covered in sewage, her porcelain-white skin dusted with dirt, completely mud-caked. Still, her eyes and brows remained untouched by the filth, pure white like a peony, clear and clean.

Even sitting, she was like a delicate but unyielding bamboo stick standing upright.

She was clearly vulnerable, yet her eyes hid an unyielding spirit.

This reminded Wen Jin of the original text’s description of Ruan Tingzhi: Ruan Tingzhi’s world was full of light. Through her own hard work, she improved every day. Even without spiritual power, the progress gained from daily body tempering allowed her to maintain twelve hours of training every day. She believed that the world was fair; effort would be rewarded.

Therefore, pre-blackened Ruan Tingzhi’s eyes were still bright when facing the scum Alpha’s bullying, because the world she saw was full of hope and a future.

Much like the former Wen Jin. Her palm paused an inch from Ruan Tingzhi’s cheek, and Wen Jin suddenly retracted her hand.

At the same time, she missed Ruan Tingzhi’s movement to slip free of the ribbon.

The two stared at each other silently, both harboring ulterior motives.

Perhaps weakened by the cold rain and her differentiation, making speech difficult, Ruan Tingzhi’s eyelashes trembled. Her deer-like eyes fixed on Wen Jin, and she spoke quickly: “No need to pity me, just hit.”

Here it comes.

Wen Jin’s spirits lifted. She calmly lowered the hand that was meant to strike, tilted her umbrella, and covered the pitiable girl’s wet clothes.

“But hitting hurts my hand.”

Completely unexpected reaction. Ruan Tingzhi, full of gloom after her rebirth, felt a lump in her throat: “…”

In the moment of her confusion, Wen Jin’s free hand reached behind Ruan Tingzhi’s head and removed the red cloth strip from her mouth.

Almost instantly, a seductive, soft moan of “Ing!” escaped.

Wen Jin’s fingers stiffened slightly.

Ruan Tingzhi lowered her eyes, a layer of annoyance flashing across them.

Then, she heard Wen Jin speak in a drowsy, lazy tone: “Take your pants off. Do you need my help?”

A strand of her long gray curly hair slipped from her shoulder, brushing against Ruan Tingzhi’s nose. Wen Jin held the peach blossom-patterned umbrella with one hand, sheltering both of them. Under the umbrella, her peach blossom eyes rarely opened wide, bending into a flower-petal shape.

She exuded the cool charm of a mature woman.

Ruan Tingzhi narrowed her eyes, gathering strength in her fist, planning to punch this face crooked.

The downpour showed no sign of stopping; large raindrops smashed onto the ground.

No one else was wading through the water. The surroundings were extremely quiet; even the four-person scum Alpha group seemed to be simultaneously silenced.

Oblivious, Wen Jin looked into the pitiable girl’s wide, watery eyes, seeing her staring blankly, unable to speak for a long time.

Assuming the other person was weak from differentiation, she patiently reached under the bend of Ruan Tingzhi’s knees. Ruan Tingzhi was very thin but not short, with long, slender legs. Her body’s curves could be clearly felt through the fabric.

Wen Jin often moved people around when completing Quick Transmigration Bureau loophole repairs.

She didn’t feel there was anything wrong with this, except that the body heat pressed against her was frighteningly hot. Ruan Tingzhi’s body was dangerously feverish.

She picked her up, turned the girl over to face away from herself, executing the movements smoothly and naturally.

Wen Jin was brief and to-the-point, subtly using her own body to block the line of sight of the scum Alpha and her followers. She glanced around—no one was nearby.

She then reached out and pulled down Ruan Tingzhi’s plain-colored underwear, exposing only the white, soft buttocks below the waistline.

A burning hand suddenly landed on her neck, the fingernails lightly scraping her skin.

Taking out the suppressant from her bag, Wen Jin tilted her head in confusion, thinking Ruan Tingzhi was nervous, which was why she placed her hand on Wen Jin’s neck. She then shook the suppressant in her hand at Ruan Tingzhi: “I don’t like people leaning on me. Bear with it; the first injection will hurt a little.”

Ruan Tingzhi’s expression froze on her face. She curled her fingers and shrank back.

She watched helplessly as Wen Jin slowly aimed the light blue suppressant tube at her buttocks and injected the needle into the skin with a distinct pop.

It didn’t hurt, just a slight numbness and itchiness. The cold suppressant injected into her bloodstream stimulated her nerves.

Ruan Tingzhi’s body trembled. For a moment, she didn’t know what expression to make. She bit her lower lip with a complex look, absorbing the minimal inhibitory effect of the suppressant.

After a good while, she managed to speak to Wen Jin in character: “Um… thank you. You are different from them. You are a good person.”

Having been given the “good person” card, Wen Jin accepted it as a matter of course. She glanced sideways and placed the umbrella in Ruan Tingzhi’s hand.

She smoothly curved her lips and said: “Mhm, I am.”

Then she called out to the scum Alpha: “Let’s go, the ambulance is coming soon.”

Oh! She was also thoughtful enough to call 120.

Pheromone-mutated Ruan Tingzhi: “…”