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

The scummy A’s words and actions were extremely brainless and arrogant, completely collapsing her character setting.

Still, in any case, this was Wen Jin’s final plot scene.

In accordance with her professional ethics, she slowly crouched down, almost coming face-to-face with Ruan Ting Zhi, her gaze level with hers.

From the differentiating Omega’s body, rich and enticing pheromones rushed forward one after another, locking onto Wen Jin’s sense of smell.

Her gaze darkened slightly.

However, that was the only change.

Where exactly was the problem? At such close range, she was still unmoved.

Could it be that pheromones could not control her?

Or did the other party’s blood contain some kind of serum that suppressed the effects of Ruan Ting Zhi’s pheromones?

Ruan Ting Zhi’s lashes trembled. Then she lifted her small palm-sized face, her hands continuing to move as she gave the scummy A one suggestive command after another. She wanted to see whether touching her skin would make Wen Jin fall under her spell.

Beside her, Luo Xi received Ruan Ting Zhi’s hand-signal command. One step, one order. In a mechanical tone, she urged Wen Jin, “Slap her.”

Wen Jin’s body tilted slightly to the left. Lowering her eyes, she glanced at the vicious scummy A.

Out of professional habit, a protagonist A like Luo Xi—whose words, actions, intelligence, emotional intelligence, and morals were all unworthy of her position—did not seem much like the standard configuration for this world’s fated daughter.

Generally speaking, Wen Jin would suspect that this kind of protagonist might have been possessed or might be a loophole transmigrator. As a repairer responsible for clearing loopholes, she would naturally eliminate such loopholes that affected the stability of the plane at once.

Her gaze circled over Luo Xi. However, the latter did not lift her head. Wen Jin’s fist curled slightly.

She completely failed to notice that this subconscious movement had been taken in by the poor little thing before her, covered in mud and about to be struck.

However, there was one thing Ruan Ting Zhi had underestimated about Wen Jin after all: Wen Jin’s mental state was exceptionally steady, and her determination to retire was exceptionally strong.

Although her occupational habit had acted up, she was not necessarily curious enough to pursue it. At the moment, she had her own career plan for lying flat like a salted fish in retirement.

So just as Ruan Ting Zhi was waiting for Wen Jin to reveal more flaws, giving her a chance to investigate further—

Wen Jin slowly raised her palm into the air. There was not the slightest sense of reluctance in the movement. Its only flaw was that it was slow.

Ruan Ting Zhi’s pheromones were like a sealed, icy lavender bud about to bloom—elegant, otherworldly, noble, and magnificent. Yet Ruan Ting Zhi herself had a completely different style. She sat curled on the muddy ground with her long legs folded, porcelain-white skin stained with dust, her whole body covered in mud. Yet from beginning to end, her brows and eyes seemed untouched by filth, like a white peony stained with dirt yet still clear and clean.

Even sitting there, she resembled a slender, flexible bamboo stalk standing straight and unfallen.

She was clearly fragile, yet defiance was hidden in the depths of her eyes.

This made Wen Jin think of the original text’s opening description of Ruan Ting Zhi: Ruan Ting Zhi’s world was full of light. Through her own hard work, she grew a little every day. Even without mental power, the progress she gained from tempering her body every day allowed her to maintain training sessions as long as twelve hours daily. She believed this world was fair, and that effort would always bring reward.

Therefore, before she blackened, even when Ruan Ting Zhi faced the scummy A’s bullying, her eyes were still bright, because the world she saw was full of hope and the future.

She was far too much like Wen Jin once had been.

Wen Jin’s palm stopped one inch away from Ruan Ting Zhi’s cheek. Suddenly, she withdrew her hand.

At the same time, she missed Ruan Ting Zhi’s movement of breaking free from the ribbon.

The two looked at each other silently, each harboring their own schemes.

Perhaps because her body had been washed by the cold rain, and because she was in a weakened state from differentiation, even speaking was difficult. Ruan Ting Zhi’s lashes trembled. Her doe eyes looked over, and she cut straight to the point. “Don’t pity me. Hit me.”

Here it came.

Wen Jin’s spirit lifted. Calmly, she lowered the hand meant to slap her. Her umbrella tilted, covering the poor little thing’s soaked clothes.

“But hitting someone makes my hand hurt.”

Ruan Ting Zhi, who had returned from rebirth full of gloom, never expected this reaction at all and found herself choked speechless.

“…”

In the time she was stunned, Wen Jin’s free hand moved behind Ruan Ting Zhi’s head and removed the red cloth strip from her mouth.

Almost immediately, a soft whimper, shy and seductive, slipped out.

Wen Jin’s fingers stiffened.

Ruan Ting Zhi lowered her eyes, a layer of anger flashing through them.

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

A strand of that long, wavy, granny-gray hair slid down from Wen Jin’s shoulder and brushed against the tip of Ruan Ting Zhi’s nose. Wen Jin held the peach-blossom-patterned umbrella with one hand, sheltering both of them beneath it. Under the umbrella, those peach-blossom eyes of hers rarely opened fully, curving slightly like petals.

She was filled with the cool charm of an adult woman.

Ruan Ting Zhi narrowed her eyes. Her fist gathered strength, ready to chop that face crooked.

The rainstorm showed no intention of stopping. Bean-sized drops smashed against the ground.

No one else came wading through the water anymore. The surroundings were extremely quiet, and even the scummy A group of four seemed to have fallen silent at the same time.

Completely unaware, Wen Jin met the poor little thing’s large, watery eyes. Seeing the other party stare straight at her for a long while without the strength to speak, she assumed that Ruan Ting Zhi was too weak from differentiation.

So, patiently, she reached out and slipped her hand beneath the bend of Ruan Ting Zhi’s knees. Ruan Ting Zhi was very thin, but she was not short. Her legs were long and slender, and the curve of her bust could be felt clearly through the fabric.

In the past, when Wen Jin completed loophole repairs for the Quick Transmigration Bureau, she often had to carry people here and there.

She did not think there was anything wrong with this. Only the close-pressed warmth was scorching hot. Ruan Ting Zhi’s body was frighteningly feverish.

Wen Jin lifted her up, turned the girl around, and made her face away from herself. The entire set of movements was smooth and natural.

Wen Jin did not waste words. Without leaving a trace, she used her own body to block the view of the scummy A and the followers behind her. She looked around. There was no one nearby.

So she reached out and pulled down Ruan Ting Zhi’s plain underwear—of course, only exposing the area below the waistline, the fair and tender gluteal muscle.

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

Taking a suppressant from her bag, Wen Jin tilted her head in confusion. Thinking Ruan Ting Zhi was nervous and had only placed her hand on her neck because of that, Wen Jin shook the suppressant in her hand toward her. “I don’t like other people leaning on me. Bear with it. The first injection will hurt a little.”

Ruan Ting Zhi’s expression froze on her face. Her fingers curled, then shrank back.

She watched helplessly as Wen Jin slowly aimed the pale-blue suppressant in her hand at her gluteal muscle. With a soft pop, the needle sank into her skin.

It truly did not hurt. There was only a faint numbness and itch. The cool suppressant flowed into her blood vessels, stimulating her nerves.

Ruan Ting Zhi’s body trembled. For a moment, she did not know what expression she should put on. With complicated feelings, she bit her lower lip and absorbed the suppressant’s meager suppressive effect.

Only after a long while did she finally speak to Wen Jin in a way that fit her persona. “Um… thank you. You’re different from them. You’re a good person.”

Having been issued a good-person card, Wen Jin accepted it as a matter of course. She glanced sideways and stuffed the umbrella in her hand into Ruan Ting Zhi’s grasp.

Going along with it naturally, she curled her lips and said, “Mm. I am.”

Then she called to the scummy A, “Let’s go. The ambulance will be here soon.”

Oh! She had even gone to the trouble of calling 120.

Ruan Ting Zhi, whose pheromones had mutated: …