After Transmigrating into a Ridiculous Alpha, I Saved My Aloof Omega Wife - Chapter 69

Though she knew Jiang Muyan was referring to the scent gland on the back of her neck, Cheng Jianli’s face flushed crimson instantly. She immediately pushed Jiang Muyan’s hand away.

Jiang Muyan blinked in confusion before murmuring drunkenly, “Wifey, what’s wrong?”

Just recalling Jiang Muyan’s earlier words made Cheng Jianli’s mind spin. She could only steady her voice with effort. “Nothing.”

Jiang Muyan scratched her head sheepishly. “Then why are you blushing?”

Cheng Jianli took a deep breath and replied calmly, “Your shameless remarks are too much for me to handle.”

“I wasn’t being shameless,” Jiang Muyan protested, bewildered. “I was just telling the truth.”

“Your truth is still embarrassing,” Cheng Jianli turned her face away, the tips of her ears tinged pink. “When you talk to me like that, I don’t know how to respond.”

Hearing this, Jiang Muyan let out a dejected “Oh.” “Fine, then I won’t say anything.”

The room fell silent, filled only with the faint scent of pheromones. Jiang Muyan lay sprawled on the rose-colored pillow, not uttering a word.

Cheng Jianli sat up and reached for her phone on the other bed.

The screen lit up, but there was still no callback from Uncle Liu. She wondered what could be keeping him so busy.

She’d have to wait a little longer.

Time ticked by, yet Jiang Muyan remained quiet. Cheng Jianli wasn’t used to such stillness Jiang Muyan had always been so lively in her eyes.

She nudged the other girl’s shoulder and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

After a pause, a pitiful voice answered, “You told me not to talk.”

Cheng Jianli sighed. “I didn’t say you couldn’t talk. I just don’t know how to reply to the things you say.”

“But,” Jiang Muyan mumbled, “you lied to me earlier.”

Cheng Jianli frowned. “When did I lie?”

Jiang Muyan sounded utterly wronged. “You said if I showed you the back of my neck, you’d strip for me. But you didn’t.”

The moment those words left her mouth, a scorching heat spread across Cheng Jianli’s cheeks.

She didn’t know how to respond. Logically, even though Jiang Muyan had helped button her clothes before, she had never actually seen her bare Jiang Muyan had always promised to be proper and respectful.

And she had kept that promise.

But now, drunk and demanding to see her, Cheng Jianli couldn’t help feeling flustered.

Jiang Muyan nervously twisted a lock of her dark hair and whined, “Wifey!”

Cheng Jianli snapped out of her daze, her blush lingering. “What?”

Jiang Muyan gazed at her with hazy eyes and compromised, “Then not all the way, okay?” She swallowed. “Just the T-shirt and bra?”

Her voice was like a feather brushing against Cheng Jianli’s ear, sending a ticklish shiver down her spine. The air grew thick with the mingling of their pheromones, sweet and intoxicating.

When Cheng Jianli stayed silent, Jiang Muyan asked again, hesitant, “Is that okay, wifey?”

Cheng Jianli lowered her lashes, her heart pounding like fireworks on New Year’s Eve.

Unlike last time at her own home, this was a completely unfamiliar motel everything was old and worn, from the TV to the bed, filled with uncertainty.

Only the person beside her felt real and familiar.

The night breeze outside continued to blow. It was already half past one in the morning, and the streets were empty of pedestrians. The tall trees rustled, shedding withered yellow leaves that scattered elsewhere with each gust of wind.

After an unknown stretch of time, the quiet room finally echoed with sound again,

“You can only look, not touch.”

Cheng Jianli’s cheeks burned. She turned her face away, no longer looking at Jiang Muyan.

Jiang Muyan immediately sat up. “Really?” she asked.

Cheng Jianli: “Mhm.”

Jiang Muyan grinned foolishly, as if the earlier gloom had completely dissipated. Her eyes brimmed with unconcealable innocence and purity as she leaned in and planted a firm kiss on Cheng Jianli’s cheek. In a dazed murmur, she said, “Wifey, you look so ethereal. I love it.”

Cheng Jianli’s features were indeed delicate—her eyes like starlight on a moonlit night, with only her long, thick lashes casting a graceful shadow along the sides of her snow-white nose.

Her appearance was far too aloof, yet Jiang Muyan kept staring, making Cheng Jianli involuntarily ask, “What? Do you like this type?”

Jiang Muyan didn’t hesitate. “Nope. I don’t have a standard for the type I like. Whatever she looks like, that’s what I like.”

Cheng Jianli had heard this answer before, but she hadn’t expected Jiang Muyan to say the exact same thing while drunk. She let out a soft “Mhm.”

Jiang Muyan’s hand reached over, slowly encircling her waist slender, cool, and strikingly pale. Jiang Muyan’s fingers traced slow circles over the cheap gray T-shirt.

A long time passed, and the scent at the nape of Jiang Muyan’s neck gradually grew richer, a fragrance Cheng Jianli seemed to have caught somewhere before.

Right when they first entered this room.

The aroma was intense, capable of melting winter snow into spring breeze.

Jiang Muyan continued her slow caresses until Cheng Jianli, tense, clenched her fists and asked, “What are you waiting for?”

Jiang Muyan blinked blankly. “Huh?”

Cheng Jianli didn’t look at her, instead turning toward the streetlamp outside the window. The amber glow mirrored the ambiguous atmosphere between them dreamlike and unique. Holding her breath, she asked, “Why aren’t you continuing?”

Jiang Muyan grinned. “You’re so impatient, wifey.”

Cheng Jianli had known she’d say that. A faint blush rose to her cheeks as she replied hoarsely, “Yes, I’m impatient. Hurry up, stop dawdling.”

Jiang Muyan feigned a sigh. “Fine.”

But her hands moved faster than anyone’s. Her eyes remained glazed, still swimming with the intoxication from earlier.

She pinched the thin gray T-shirt and slowly pushed it upward, finally lifting it over Cheng Jianli’s head.

A breathtaking sight was unveiled effortlessly.

This was one Jiang Muyan had bought for her adorned with star patterns, now easily outlining the soft, alluring curves beneath.

Cheng Jianli finally felt a wave of shame. Her heart seemed to flee in panic as she lay completely exposed under Jiang Muyan’s gaze, her chest rising and falling faintly with each unsteady breath in the chilly air.

Jiang Muyan stared unblinkingly, her expression dazed yet brimming with infatuation.

“Wifey,” she murmured, “you’re so pale.”

Cheng Jianli: “Mhm.”

Jiang Muyan mumbled, “Your porcelain skin is so pretty.”

Cheng Jianli didn’t understand why Jiang Muyan was only fixated on her skin tone. She asked, “Had enough of looking?”

Jiang Muyan replied foolishly, “Not at all. I want to keep looking.”

Cheng Jianli said, “Then hurry up.”

Jiang Muyan shyly responded, “Why are you in such a rush today? Isn’t this a bit inappropriate?”

Cheng Jianli’s expression turned completely blank as she replied flatly, “Can’t I be in a hurry?”

Jiang Muyan giggled loudly, “Of course you can! My precious wife can do no wrong!”

Hearing that term of endearment, Cheng Jianli’s delicate, fair face flushed crimson. She thought the drunken Jiang Muyan was even bolder than usual. Keeping her composure, she asked, “What did you just say?”

Jiang Muyan repeated, “I said my precious wife can do no wrong!”

Cheng Jianli: “…”

Cheng Jianli said, “I hope you won’t die of embarrassment when you sober up.”

Jiang Muyan blinked in confusion, “Huh? What’s ‘die of embarrassment’?”

Cheng Jianli replied, “It means I hope you won’t end up kneeling to apologize to me.”

Jiang Muyan let out an “Oh,” then leaned in closer, pressing near the nape of Cheng Jianli’s neck. The distance between them was so small that with just a slight tilt of her head, Jiang Muyan could catch the sweet scent of pheromones emanating from there.

The mango-like fragrance seeped out from beneath the scent-blocking patch, steadily drawing Jiang Muyan in until her head spun.

Her gaze lingered on the back of Cheng Jianli’s neck, where a slightly swollen gland pulsed beneath the skin, brimming with rich, intoxicating pheromones.

She really, really wanted to take a bite.

Jiang Muyan stared obsessively at the pale curve of Cheng Jianli’s neck, her slender fingers trailing down the elegant line of her spine before undoing the buttons.

Outside, the withered trees had shed all their leaves, the dry remnants scattering in the wind. A cold breeze carrying the crispness of autumn frosted the windowpanes with a thin layer of white, rustling softly.

When it was finally over, Jiang Muyan looked down at her again, her hazy eyes even more intoxicated than before. “Wife, are you cold?”

Cheng Jianli replied, “What do you think?”

Her fingers subtly clutched at the pockets of her school pants, masking her nervousness.

Hearing this, Jiang Muyan pulled the nearby blanket over her, wrapping her up before scratching her head sheepishly. “Then don’t catch a cold.”

Cheng Jianli: “…?”

That was sudden.

Though she knew she shouldn’t overanalyze the actions of a drunk person, Cheng Jianli was still thoroughly bewildered.

She watched as Jiang Muyan turned away, idly staring at the floor, her dazed eyes reflecting confusion.

After a few minutes, Cheng Jianli asked, “Why did you cover me with the blanket?”

Jiang Muyan answered, “So you don’t catch a cold.”

Cheng Jianli let out a calm “Oh,” then fell silent for two seconds before asking, “Don’t you want to keep looking?”

With alcohol clouding her mind and a hint of bashfulness, Jiang Muyan murmured, “The environment here isn’t great. How about I take you to a nicer hotel next time? Give you the best experience.”

So she was aware this was just an ordinary, run-down motel.

Cheng Jianli’s heart softened slightly.

Bringing Jiang Muyan here to undergo her differentiation had been unavoidable.

While Cheng Jianli was lost in thought, Jiang Muyan leaned in again, calling out sweetly, “Wife!”

Cheng Jianli lifted her gaze.

She realized she had unconsciously grown accustomed to the term.

Jiang Muyan gazed at her adoringly. “You’re so beautiful. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

Cheng Jianli cleared her throat softly. “Mm.”

Jiang Muyan hugged the person along with the blanket, whispering as if sharing a secret: “Hehe, that round part of yours is so adorable.”

Cheng Jianli’s neck flushed crimson: “What are you trying to do now?”

Jiang Muyan gazed down at the creamy, fair curves peeking from beneath the blanket, her voice hazy with intoxication: “I want, I want to keep looking from dusk till dawn.”

So it was just looking after all.

Cheng Jianli remarked, “I’ve noticed something strange about you.”

Jiang Muyan mumbled, “What’s strange?”

Cheng Jianli said calmly, “You’re always spouting shameless lines, but when it comes down to it, you can’t follow through. Are your body and brain out of sync or something?”

Jiang Muyan, ever defiant, felt her rebellious streak flare up, the burning sensation at the nape of her neck intensifying: “Who says that!”

“Isn’t it true?” Cheng Jianli raised a delicate brow.

Jiang Muyan protested loudly, “Of course not!”

Cheng Jianli retorted, “You’re so stubborn. Even if you were cremated, that mouth of yours would survive intact.”

Jiang Muyan babbled on, “I’m not stubborn, I just—”

Suddenly, a sharp, excruciating pain shot through the back of her neck, as if multiple needles had pierced through, splitting the bone. The agony was unbearable.

She instinctively clutched her neck, her face turning deathly pale: “It hurts!!!”

Cheng Jianli froze: “What’s wrong?”

“M-my neck, it hurts so much.” Jiang Muyan gasped, her back instantly drenched in cold sweat. She rolled away from Cheng Jianli, pressing a hand to her nape.

In just a few seconds, Jiang Muyan’s complexion had gone from flushed to ashen. Her head lolled weakly to the side, her entire body trembling violently as pheromones began to flood the room uncontrollably.

After testing and adjusting, they had finally broken through the gland at the back of Jiang Muyan’s neck, surging through the air like wild beasts.

The moment Cheng Jianli caught the scent, her limbs turned cold, a shiver racing from her neck down to her extremities.

At the same time, she realized what Cheng Jianli’s pheromone smelled like.

Roses.

No wonder she had detected a faint floral fragrance the moment she entered Jiang Muyan’s pheromones had been quietly seeping out since then.

For roses, scent was already their least distinctive trait, as these flowers were overwhelmingly intense and unrestrained, their aroma impossible for any other floral scent to overshadow.

Beads of sweat formed on Cheng Jianli’s forehead. The compatibility between her and Jiang Muyan was too high, she was completely enveloped by the pheromones, their coercive force trapping her like a vast, inescapable net.

Her pheromone-blocking patch at the nape of her neck had somehow fallen off, allowing her mango scent to escape and intertwine with the rose, blending into an even richer fragrance.

Their pheromones had a 99% compatibility rate, a match like no other.

Gritting her teeth against the throbbing pain in her neck, Cheng Jianli checked Jiang Muyan’s gland again. The once-transparent gland was now fully swollen, brimming with fervent pheromones that were spreading wildly.

Every inch closer Cheng Jianli got made her entire body ache.

But at last, amidst the pain, Jiang Muyan had fully differentiated into an alpha.

Curled into a ball, her mind lost to reason, the agony at her nape left her unable to calm down. Jiang Muyan squeezed her eyes shut, enduring the prolonged torment of differentiation.

It hurts, everything hurts so much.

Jiang Muyan’s lashes were damp with sweat, her skin stung by scorching heat, her limbs weak and limp.

Why was this “differentiation” her wife mentioned so painful? Her body temperature had skyrocketed, and the back of her neck ached worse than being pricked by needles.

Everything was agony except, . except for that faint trace of mango scent in the air.

So sweet…

Jiang Muyan finally opened her eyes: “Wife!”

The sensation of pheromones bursting through her glands felt like her body was exploding.

Cheng Jianli hastily pulled on a gray T-shirt and lifted Jiang Muyan up, cupping her face: “Jiang Muyan, calm down.”

Pale and trembling, Jiang Muyan weakly blinked open her eyes, gazing at that familiar, composed face: “W-wife, it hurts so much. I feel like I’m dying.”

Cheng Jianli said steadily, “You won’t. You’re just differentiating. Endure it, and it’ll pass.”

The sweet mango scent filled Jiang Muyan’s senses as she let her forehead drop heavily onto Cheng Jianli’s shoulder.

Her arms wrapped around her waist, and somehow, the pain in her neck seemed to ease at the touch of Cheng Jianli’s pheromones.

Taking a deep breath of her wife’s scent, Jiang Muyan murmured, “Wife, you smell so good.”

Cheng Jianli felt Jiang Muyan’s hands slip beneath her gray T-shirt, fingers brushing against the cool curve of her waist. She soothed softly, “It’s okay. At most ten more minutes, and you’ll pass out.”

Cheng Jianli had gone through differentiation too but back then, she had prepared thoroughly, locking every door and window, spraying pheromone blockers everywhere. After the excruciating pain, she had slept for a full day and night, awakening as an omega.

Jiang Muyan’s hands wandered upward instinctively, and Cheng Jianli frowned, her lips pressing into a thin line as a faint blush colored them.

Without the thin barrier of fabric, Jiang Muyan’s fingers traced smooth, delicate curves.

Cheng Jianli immediately caught her wrist: “No higher. You promised.”

Jiang Muyan blinked in confusion, as if recalling something, then loosened her grip and nuzzled against her forehead, murmuring tenderly, “Wife!”

Honestly, if anyone else called her that, Cheng Jianli would have thought they were insane. But when Jiang Muyan did it, her heart softened helplessly.

That feeling took root and bloomed inside her, mingling with the intoxicating pheromones in the air, as if the world had fallen silent.

Suddenly, Jiang Muyan tugged at her shirt, her hazy eyes clouded with longing. “Your scent gland, it smells so good.  I want to smell it.”

A light flush rose to Cheng Jianli’s cheeks.

She knew what it meant to bare her neck to Jiang Muyan now she had fully differentiated, becoming a true alpha.

Even the slightest graze of her fangs could pierce the gland, injecting rose-scented pheromones deep inside.

And if she bit deeper, she would reach the bond mark, completing the final claim.

Cheng Jianli steadied herself. “Let me spray more pheromone blockers first. Wait for me.”

But Jiang Muyan refused to let go, burying her face in Cheng Jianli’s neck, inhaling the sweet mango fragrance greedily.

So sweet, so unbearably sweet.

Jiang Muyan’s consciousness was hazy. From this angle, she could just see Cheng Jianli’s fair nape, the slightly swollen gland filled with the scent she adored.

She really loved Cheng Jianli’s pheromones.

“Jiang Muyan, does your neck still hurt?” Cheng Jianli reached under the pillow for the pheromone suppressant.

Jiang Muyan gazed at her obsessively, then shook her head. The next moment, the suppressant in Cheng Jianli’s hand was flung to the floor with a thud.

Cheng Jianli froze, stunned before she could even react to the discarded suppressant.

The pain in Jiang Muyan’s nape had faded, replaced by an eerie tingling sensation. Every cell in her body pulsed restlessly, and only Cheng Jianli’s pheromones could soothe her.

Slowly, she lowered her head, drawing closer to Cheng Jianli’s nape, unaware of what she was even doing.

Jiang Muyan was completely under the influence of the pheromones now the intoxicating blend of roses and mangoes left her mind blank.

The mango scent drifted from the gland like a soft breeze rippling over water.

Her eyes shimmered, holding the warmth of autumn sunlight. The translucent gland before her seemed like a delectable pastry, urging her to sink her teeth in.

And so, in her dazed state, Jiang Muyan parted her slightly flushed lips and pressed her sharp canines down.

Cheng Jianli instantly broke into a cold sweat. “Wait!”

The moment she spoke, Jiang Muyan stopped. She seemed unsure how to mark someone, only gently grazing the spot with her teeth.

Cheng Jianli exhaled in relief, silently grateful that Jiang Muyan was clueless in this regard.

Her T-shirt was already damp with nervous sweat.

“Wifey, would it hurt if I bit you?” Jiang Muyan murmured hazily, lifting her glistening eyes with an innocent look.

Cheng Jianli snapped back to reality. “Probably.”

Despite her own nape aching unbearably earlier, Jiang Muyan now grinned. “Heh, I couldn’t bear to. I won’t bite you.”

Only then did Cheng Jianli realize it wasn’t that she didn’t know how, but that she was afraid of hurting her.

A flush spread to the tips of her ears as Cheng Jianli turned her face away. “Are you an idiot?”

Jiang Muyan blinked blankly. “No?”

Cheng Jianli insisted, “You are.”

Jiang Muyan drowsily closed her eyes. “But, I’m so sleepy, I just wanna sleep.”

Relieved, Cheng Jianli said, “You’re spent. Go to sleep.”

The moment Jiang Muyan heard “spent,” she perked up. “Who says I’m spent?!”

Cheng Jianli: “?”

Apparently, Jiang Muyan took that remark very seriously.

After a brief silence, Cheng Jianli asked coolly, “Was I wrong?”

Her expression was composed, yet even so, she looked ethereally beautiful.

Her lashes cast delicate shadows, her hair soft and fine, her snow-white skin tinged pink from the pheromone chaos. Bathed in the hazy moonlight streaming through the window, she appeared pure and enchanting.

Jiang Muyan stared dumbstruck, the heat in her nape flaring up again.

Pouting indignantly, she muttered, “Wifey, I’m totally capable!”

With that, Jiang Muyan suddenly lunged forward, planting a fierce kiss on Cheng Jianli’s rosy lips.

Cheng Jianli’s pupils dilated instantly.

Defiantly, Jiang Muyan declared, “I’ll prove myself right here on this bed.”