After Transmigrating Into A Novel, Not Only Did I Become An Omega, But I Also Provoked The Male Lead’s Mother - Chapter 4

Seeing Qin Yue’s name again after more than a month stirred an indescribable feeling in Ling Jixiao, a vague discomfort that left her unsettled.

In any case, this was just a coincidence, and what happened that night was merely an accident.

She maintained a calm facade, forcibly suppressing her inner turmoil. After all, the incident was already in the past.

After leaving the company, Ling Jixiao went to the Ling family’s Old Residence.

After the boisterous birthday banquet, with the business partners who had come to offer congratulations now departed, the Old Residence returned to its usual tranquility.

Grandpa Ling held traditional views. Though he strove to balance the attitudes towards Alphas and Omegas, his subconscious still favored Alphas over Omegas.

The Ling family was an established aristocratic clan. Grandpa Ling’s generation had several brothers, but the Minghui Group, the family’s business empire, was inherited by Grandpa Ling himself. Among his grandsons, Ling Jixiao was the only child.

Ling Jixiao’s parents were brought together in a business marriage. Her Omega mother, frail and depressed after giving birth to her, gradually deteriorated until she passed away.

Ling Jixiao’s Alpha father was a philanderer who cared little for his daughter, even resenting her existence as a product of this commercial union. He frequently brought various Omega men and women home for pleasure, completely disregarding the young Ling Jixiao. More shockingly, he would shamelessly engage in lewd acts in front of her, leaving traces of their activities throughout the villa. The entire mansion was often saturated with the pheromones of Alpha-Omega encounters, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

When Grandpa Ling learned of his son’s depravity, he flew into a rage, berating him and taking Ling Jixiao into his own care. Despite this intervention, Ling Jixiao developed deep psychological scars. Subconsciously repulsed by Omega pheromones, she developed a fear of romantic relationships.

People with love anxiety distrust their romantic partners. Once they enter a relationship, they become extremely resistant and anxious. During her time at university, Ling Jixiao had feelings for two Omegas, but she couldn’t stand being in a relationship with them for more than a couple of days. It wasn’t just that she couldn’t accept being in a relationship; she also couldn’t stand their pheromones. After that, she never sought out another Omega again.

Her father, on the other hand, died in the most absurd way—literally in an Omega’s belly.

Old Mr. Ling believed the family line must continue. After learning of Ling Jixiao’s mental condition, he agreed to her demand not to marry, on the condition that she choose an Alpha from the Ling family branch to be her heir. Thus, Ling Jixiao recognized Ling Jingxi as her son.

Though Ling Jixiao didn’t care about Ling Jingxi’s studies or daily life, that didn’t mean Old Mr. Ling didn’t care. Especially when it came to academic performance.

When Ling Jingxi’s grades slipped this time, Old Mr. Ling gave him a severe scolding and demanded he regain first place in the next exam.

Ling Jingxi returned to the living room with a stiff expression. Seeing Ling Jixiao sitting on the sofa, looking perfectly composed, he lowered his head respectfully and said, “Mother, Great-Grandfather asked you to go to the study.”

“Hmm,” Ling Jixiao nodded slightly, acknowledging the message. She glanced at Ling Jingxi’s displeased expression, remembering that the person before her was, after all, her nominal son. He was already eighteen, old enough to start dating, yet she, as his mother, had barely paid attention to him all these years. Feeling a pang of guilt for her neglect, she reached out and patted his shoulder, offering a perfunctory, “Better luck next time.”

As he watched Ling Jixiao’s retreating figure, a complex emotion flickered in Ling Jingxi’s eyes.

In the study, Grandpa Ling continued to press Ling Jixiao about finding an Omega to marry, convinced that Alphas should have their own children. Ling Jixiao had always firmly refused, but for some reason, her mind seemed preoccupied now.

Especially after discovering that the Omega Ling Jingxi was pursuing was Qin Yue, memories of that night resurfaced—the intoxicating aroma of peaches, a secret stirring in her heart.

Ling Jixiao shook her head, trying to clear these distracting thoughts.

In this world, pheromones are often derived from floral or fruity scents, especially for Omegas. While fruity scents do exist, they are relatively rare. Ling Jixiao’s Omega mother, however, had a pheromone that smelled like white strawberries.

Her mother’s white strawberry pheromone was fresh and delicate, with a rich fruity aroma tinged with notes of peach and caramel, and a slight hint of tartness.

Her father, on the other hand, preferred strong floral scents and disliked his wife’s pheromones. This was especially true after he was forced into a family marriage and broke up with his first love. He often verbally abused his wife, and after Ling Jixiao was born, he never returned home.

During her early years, Ling Jixiao grew up smelling her mother’s white strawberry pheromones and watching her worried face.

After her mother’s death, Ling Jixiao had searched for white strawberries, but unfortunately, only red strawberries could be cultivated artificially and grown in large quantities. White strawberries were mostly wild, extremely rare, and grew only in very specific conditions. They simply couldn’t be grown in the place where she currently lived.

As a child, Ling Jixiao had been fond of her mother’s pheromone scent, but as she grew older and became burdened with schoolwork and work, she gradually no longer needed such comforts.

In truth, while Qin Yue’s pheromones smelled like her mother’s, Qin Yue herself bore no resemblance to her mother in any other way.

Thinking about this, Ling Jixiao felt she was going crazy. As usual, she rejected Grandpa Ling’s proposal and excused herself, saying she had work to do at the company.

After finishing her exams, Qin Yue finally had some free time and went to help at Grandma Qin’s sanatorium.

Grandma Qin first asked about Qin Yue’s health, relieved to see she hadn’t lost weight. “Grandma Li has been more lucid these past few days,” she said. “You should go talk to her more often.”

“Okay, Grandma. I’ll go now.” Qin Yue breathed a sigh of relief after leaving.

Every time she faced Grandma Qin, Qin Yue felt nervous. After all, she wasn’t the real Qin Yue of this world and feared being exposed as an imposter.

Fortunately, Grandma Qin never suspected her. Perhaps she attributed Qin Yue’s changed demeanor to the experiences and maturity gained through school life.

Grandma Li was a tragic Beta whose husband died, and her only son perished in a car accident due to his own mistake. The company he worked for offered a modest humanitarian compensation.

Despite this, Grandma Li didn’t sink into despair. Instead, she often used her savings to donate and help those in need.

Now, in her old age, Grandma Li had developed Alzheimer’s disease, also known as dementia.

With only a meager pension, Grandma Li realized her lucid moments were dwindling. While still clear-headed, she made her way to Grandma Qin’s Xixing Sanatorium. After all, it was the only place willing to accept her limited funds.

Tragedy struck again when Grandma Li was diagnosed with advanced-stage cancer.

The sanatorium itself was already strapped for funds. Grandma Qin insisted on waiving Grandma Li’s fees, urging her to use her pension for medication and treatment. But Grandma Li refused, insisting she still pay her share. “Xixing Sanatorium needs to keep running,” she said. “As for my cancer… I’ve lived a full life.”

Grandma Li was kind-hearted and gentle. During her lucid moments, she took great care of the original host. Qin Yue had spent time with her during her last visit, and even during her Alzheimer’s episodes, Grandma Li remained calm, quietly gazing out the window at the sky.

Today, Grandma Li was unusually clear-headed. Lying in bed, she held Qin Yue’s hand and shared cherished memories.

“You know, I’ve lived a long life, and I don’t have many regrets. I’ve met so many wonderful people along the way,” Grandma Li said with a smile.

Qin Yue looked at Grandma Li’s frail body, ravaged by cancer, and felt her eyes welling up with tears.

Grandma Li said that her only regret was a promise she made with a middle school girl named Le Ran from the neighborhood ten years ago. They’d agreed that Le Ran would make her a beautiful bow, but the girl’s parents moved away for work, and they lost touch.

As she spoke, Grandma Li carefully took out the bow she’d kept safe all these years. The bow was exquisitely beautiful. A gentle breeze drifted in through the window, making the bow flutter in her hand like a real butterfly, a lovely sight.

Because she’d mentioned it, Grandma Li began telling Qin Yue about all the things she’d shared with Le Ran.

Le Ran’s parents were always busy with work, often leaving her to come home alone after school. One day, when the girl forgot her keys, Grandma Li found her. The two spent the day together, creating a beautiful memory.

As Grandma Li spoke, her thoughts grew confused, and she finally lost consciousness, beginning to babble incoherently.

Qin Yue wiped Grandma Li’s cheeks with a warm, damp towel and tucked her in.

Cancer meant Grandma Li didn’t have much time left, and every day of her life was painful.

The portal shimmered into existence, a swirling vortex of light and color that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been torn open, revealing a glimpse of another world beyond the boundaries of our own. The air around it hummed with an electric tension, carrying with it a faint, metallic scent that filled the nostrils.

Because of this, Qin Yue had been in a terrible mood for the past few days, distracted at work.

One day, while making coffee for a customer, Qin Yue suddenly heard two women in professional attire chatting and laughing. At first, she didn’t pay attention, but as they were leaving, one of them called the other “Lin Le Ran.”

Could this be the Le Ran Grandma Li was talking about?

There are many people with the same name in the world. It might not be the same person.

But what if it is?

Grandma Li didn’t have much time left. If this Le Ran was the same middle school girl from ten years ago, at least she could help Grandma Li leave this world without regrets.

With this thought, Qin Yue immediately set down the coffee she was making and ran out.

She saw the two women crossing the street with their coffee, heading toward an office building.

Qin Yue hurried after them, but the red light stopped her. By the time the light turned green and she crossed the street, the two women had already entered the building.

The words “Minghui Group” hung above the building’s entrance.

Just as Qin Yue was about to go inside and find them, her phone rang. “Qin, where are you? We’re swamped with customers!”

“Alright, alright, I’m on my way back,” Qin Yue said, putting away her phone. She glanced one last time at the words “Minghui Group” before hurrying back to her part-time job at the coffee shop.

Now that she knew the location, she could stake it out the next time she had time.

The next day, Qin Yue deliberately took time off to go to Minghui Group.

Just as she saw the woman named “Le Ran” from yesterday walk into the building, Qin Yue hurried after her, but was stopped by the security guard at the entrance.

“No unauthorized personnel allowed inside!”

“Uncle, I’m just looking for someone!” Qin Yue said anxiously.

“You can call them!” the security guard replied, frowning.

Qin Yue didn’t have a phone. She thought of Grandma Li, lying sick in bed, and begged the security guard to let her in. She just needed to find someone, and she’d leave immediately after.

The security guard had his own responsibilities and firmly blocked Qin Yue’s path.

Just then, Ling Jixiao, who had finished errands nearby and was walking to her company instead of waiting for her driver, noticed the commotion at the entrance.

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