The Woman I Once Loved Rejected Me—Now She Says She Wants To Fuck Me? (Lily ABO) - Chapter 5

Sang Ning reacted strongly to the drug. Her condition had finally begun to stabilize during the initial stage, only for her pheromones to erupt violently later. Within several breaths, the scent of dandelions had taken over the entire lounge.

The concentration was so high that Yan Qiuheng choked after being caught off guard. The pheromones seemed to penetrate every opening in her body, making her slightly dizzy.

Supporting her forehead with one hand, she examined Sang Ning’s gland. The redness and swelling had already subsided.

Fortunately, Yan Qiuheng had formulated the medicine herself and understood every possible complication that could arise.

Sang Ning’s heat had finally passed.

Yan Qiuheng breathed a sigh of relief. She adjusted the air conditioner, switched on the pheromone purifier, grabbed her phone, and left the lounge.

Although she could remain lucid under such an intense pheromone assault—another alpha might already have been fucking Sang Ning passionately—she still experienced some discomfort.

She was human, after all, not some highly evolved animal ruled entirely by pheromones.

Yan Qiuheng retrieved a dose of alpha suppressant from her desk drawer and drank it. She tapped her forehead several times, and her mind gradually cleared.

Ordinarily, she would not have needed a suppressant. However, Sang Ning’s pheromones were unusual. An Omega’s pheromones were typically gentle and harmless, whereas Sang Ning’s carried a distinct aggression.

It was as though they had raised swords and spears against her.

Not long ago, Old Chairman Yan had fully retired, and Yan Qiuheng had been chosen as chairwoman of the group, granting her complete authority.

Her abilities were indeed outstanding. Despite her young age, no one had voiced any objections.

Furthermore, the group’s primary focus remained pharmaceuticals. Yan Qiuheng possessed exceptional research and innovation capabilities and had personally recruited a group of experts to form a top-tier research team.

[Sir is asking why you brought Yan Qing back.]

After she replied, another message arrived, but Yan Qiuheng did not see it.

Yayuan was where her father now lived in retirement, and many members of the Yan family resided in the surrounding area.

The Yans had always been a large clan, although only one branch could control the company. There was no shortage of open and covert conflicts within the extended family. Yan Qiuheng genuinely could not understand what they found to fight over every day.

She called her assistant. She could have contacted her father directly, but their relationship was not that good.

“Qiuheng.”

Her father called her name.

Yan Qiuheng acknowledged him before saying, “You’ve seen her, haven’t you? She’s injured because she committed a crime and tried to escape, so I captured her.”

Without waiting for him to speak, she continued, “I don’t want to hear you say that Second Aunt died young. Your own younger sister died early, so why didn’t you discipline her daughter on her behalf? Oh, I forgot. You don’t know how to raise children at all.”

“What disgraceful thing has she done this time?”

Her father sat on the sofa and glanced at his unconscious niece before speaking into the phone.

“She… drugged an Omega. I caught her doing it.”

“It isn’t as though Yan Qing has never done something like that before. Why are you—”

“She drugged the Omega I’m pursuing,” Yan Qiuheng interrupted, abruptly raising her voice. “But regardless of who she drugged, she will face criminal charges. You protected her ten years ago. This time, you won’t be able to.”

“I didn’t call to discuss this with you. Tell Second Auntie that her precious daughter won’t be coming home for a while.”

Yan Qiuheng ended the call.

Seeing that the pheromone concentration inside the lounge had returned to normal, she was about to check whether Sang Ning had awakened when the door opened from within.

Fully dressed, Sang Ning emerged.

She had not heard Yan Qiuheng’s conversation and had not expected her to still be there. After a moment of surprise, she thanked her.

Regardless of Yan Qiuheng’s motives, Sang Ning was genuinely grateful to her.

But saving her once now could not erase what had happened back then.

Sang Ning knew and understood that Yan Qiuheng had not been the one who drugged her. Strictly speaking, the incident had never been Yan Qiuheng’s responsibility.

Yet Sang Ning would never be able to remove that thorn from her heart.

Yan Qiuheng had once disliked her, rejected her, and avoided her.

So why did she like her now?

Sang Ning silently asked herself what kind of earth-shattering transformation she could possibly have undergone during the past ten years.

It was truly laughable.

Yan Qiuheng had not been affected by Sang Ning’s pheromones back then. Just how much must she have hated her?

Even if she had not wanted to take Sang Ning to the infirmary to find a doctor, she could at least have called one.

There had been countless ways to save her, yet Sang Ning had still fallen into Yan Qing’s hands.

Sang Ning believed she was someone capable of moving beyond the past.

But the Sang Ning from ten years ago would remain trapped inside that infirmary forever.

Having already expressed her gratitude, Sang Ning did not linger. She turned and left the office.

Inside the elevator, she opened her phone and discovered numerous unread messages. Some were from Qi Nian and the twins, while others came from colleagues and students asking her questions.

She replied to them one by one.

Her body felt somewhat exhausted. Her consciousness had already become hazy when she received the injection.

After checking the time, she was surprised to discover how long she had been there. Fortunately, tomorrow was the weekend, and she did not have to work.

It was four twenty in the morning.

Yan Qiuheng sighed.

There was little point in returning home at this hour, so she prepared the bed and slept in the lounge.

She had experienced both anger and shock that day and was undeniably tired.

After falling asleep, she could constantly smell dandelions.

A faint bitterness lingered around Yan Qiuheng. At first, she paid it no attention. But the scent gradually intensified.

It was no longer aggressive as it had been earlier. Instead, the gentle pheromones continuously tempted and beckoned to her.

Sang Ning…

Had Sang Ning returned?

Author’s Note:

Of course not. You’re dreaming.