After transmigrating into the Book, I Just Want to Be a Salted Fish - Chapter 1

The villa was filled with a fragrant breeze.

In the opulent hall stood four young individuals. The one in the center wore a silk robe of premium quality, its pure white fabric adorned with two exquisitely embroidered golden phoenixes. The birds stretched from her sleeves to her chest, their artistry so lifelike they seemed ready to take flight. Where the phoenixes’ heads met rested a collarbone as pale and flawless as snow.

Che Xiayun’s collarbone was exceptionally beautiful even more striking than her flawlessly sculpted jawline. Not even the most favored omega by her side had ever been permitted to leave a mark upon it.

Contrary to her reputation as a libertine, her eyes held the innocent, gullible clarity of a young deer brown irises shimmering with a liquid brightness, clear and translucent like polished glass. Her thin M-shaped lips, combined with their subtly upturned corners, gave the impression of a rabbit’s mouth, while her high nose bridge and slightly sunken eye sockets lent an exotic allure to her features. To the three seducers present, she embodied the perfect patron.

They were well-acquainted with Che Xiayun’s rules: no kissing, no marks on the collarbone, no touching the scent gland, and above all, no actual intimacy.

Yet tonight, the atmosphere in the hall felt strangely sinister.

The invigorating sandalwood fragrance in the air grew heavy, its intoxicating aroma clouding Che Xiayun’s senses as she found herself surrounded. Her hidden guards remained conspicuously absent. Outside the window, crows took flight with a rustle of wings, while the wind howled against the panes. Unnoticed, the hypnotic documentary on the 108-inch curved television had been replaced by a vividly explicit adult film.

And so it happened.

Che Xiayun had transmigrated into the story.

A searing, heart-wrenching pain washed over her as she absorbed the original host’s memories and abilities, all while retaining her own consciousness. Faced with Che Xiayun’s sudden collapse into unconsciousness, Seducer A breathed a sigh of relief. She eyed the alpha’s enviable physique and was about to reach out when something terrifying enough to stop her heart occurred, the “corpse” opened its eyes.

“Ahhh!” Seducer A’s scream echoed through the villa. Pointing a trembling finger at the abruptly “resurrected” Che Xiayun, her face drained of all color, she stammered, “You, how?”

The current Che Xiayun now the high-intellect female scientist from before her transmigration shoved away the encroaching Seducer A, straightened her robe, and cast a disdainful glance at Seducers B and C. A mocking smile tugged at her lips. “Your pathetic drugs aren’t even enough to season my meal.”

Silence instantly fell over the villa, broken only by the passionate moans emanating from the television.

Seducer A was the first to recover. Mentally cursing her employer’s entire lineage, she outwardly feigned tearful distress. “Young master, we only added a bit of arousal enhancer to make you more comfortable. We truly meant no harm.”

Seducers B and C quickly followed suit, squeezing out tears while kneading shoulders and massaging legs. “Yes, yes! We are utterly devoted to you, young master!”

Everyone knew Che Xiayun couldn’t stand to see omegas cry her responses ranged from lavish compensation to permanent expulsion from the Che family villa. In this situation, either outcome would be a victory for the trio.

As the three seducers lost themselves in their performance, Che Xiayun simply drifted into a daze.

This world is truly bizarre. Even with her background in biology, she couldn’t wrap her head around the ABO dynamics like how could two females, an alpha and an omega, possibly have children?

As for whether she could return after transmigrating into this novel, she didn’t really care. After all, she had been an orphan in her previous life, with no attachments. So, when it came to her thoughts on becoming a wealthy second-generation female alpha, Che Xiayun only had one thing to say: “Overjoyed! Finally, a legitimate excuse to live a carefree, slacker life.”

Watching Che Xiayun’s gaze grow increasingly unfocused, Fox Spirit A muttered to herself, So the drug isn’t completely useless after all. Maybe the dosage was too small time to add a bit more.

With that thought, she stealthily pulled out a bottle of scented incense, uncorked it, placed it on the coffee table, and then signaled Fox Spirit B with her eyes to feed Che Xiayun some wine.

The incense was just a common aphrodisiac, and the wine contained nothing more than a standard tonic. But when combined, they became a poison potent enough to make one’s heart race until their blood vessels felt like they might burst.

Che Xiayun, having read the original novel, was well aware of this plot twist.

Yet, surrounded by intoxicating fragrances and breathing in the bewitching scent, she felt dizzy and muddle-headed, completely unable to summon the superhuman strength of an S-rank alpha.

There was no way she would drink that wine not even if her life depended on it.

But when it came to people, she was utterly defenseless. A complete novice in such situations, her face flushed almost instantly, her eyes growing dazed. Amidst the pushing and shoving with the three fox spirits, she found herself at a disadvantage more than once.

Che Xiayun was at her wit’s end with these three sticky sycophants. She couldn’t push them away, and if she so much as raised her voice, they’d burst into tears. Before she could even get a word out, a wine glass would be pressed against her lips, silencing her.

What was she to do?

This was the first challenge Che Xiayun faced after transmigrating into the novel. She knew full well that if she survived tonight, she would effectively rewrite the entire character arc from the original story.

In other words, if she could just cling to her life, she would inherit a fortune worth billions and embark on a blissfully idle existence!

“Actually,” Che Xiayun pushed away the wine glass that Fox Spirit B kept trying to force to her lips, “I have absolutely no physical reaction to any of you.”

So stop trying to seduce me! No matter what you do, I won’t drink that wine! My life is what matters most!

Fox Spirit A was momentarily taken aback but quickly composed herself. Ah, the privileges of wealth even if someone is impotent, they can still keep a bunch of beauties around for show. “Young master, what nonsense are you speaking? We don’t believe a word of it.”

Fox Spirits B and C hurriedly chimed in their agreement.

Just as the three fox spirits grew increasingly bold, Che Xiayun dizzy, headache-ridden, and her ears ringing from the noise finally lost her temper. “Can you stop clinging to me?! I already told you I’m impotent!!!”

As soon as the words left her mouth, the hall fell into an eerie silence. The air grew heavy, as if frozen solid.

Che Xiayun shoved aside the three visibly stunned figures in front of her and was about to stand up from the couch when suddenly, a mature, seductive voice sounded from behind her. “Xiayun?”

Her movements froze mid-rise. That voice, wasn’t it the female lead from the original novel, her nominal wife, the ultra-rare 3S-rank omega, Ma Qingyu?

Flustered, Che Xiayun extricated herself from the three fox spirits and caught sight of Ma Qingyu, dressed in a custom-made evening gown. Her eyes darted away nervously, her tone betraying her guilt. “Why are you back so early?”

The evening gown was a striking crimson strapless dress with a high slit, accentuating Ma Qingyu’s curvaceous figure to perfection. A sapphire necklace and matching earrings added an extraordinary elegance to her demeanor.

Yet these adornments paled in comparison to her celestial beauty, an oval face small enough to cup in one’s hands, features blessed with divine proportion, complemented by deep double eyelids and a delicate nose that rendered her utterly breathtaking.

Che Xiayun, seeing the novel’s character in the flesh, was both stunned and reflective. Living daily with such a beautiful sister would inevitably foster affection over time.

But she knew she stood no chance. In the original story, though Ma Qingyu was an omega, her preferences leaned toward omegas as well, a complex mix of love and resentment toward the male lead omega.

Ma Qingyu slipped off her crystal heels, a full ten centimeters high, and stepped barefoot onto the carpet. Ignoring the three seductive vixens, she stated simply, “The banquet ended, so I returned.”

Che Xiayun rubbed her nose. “Mm.”

Awkwardness hung in the air. Had Ma Qingyu heard her earlier outburst?

Ma Qingyu walked directly to the coffee table and turned off the explicit film. Her sharp gaze swept over the three vixens as she declared firmly, “Clean yourselves up and get out. Don’t forget where you are.”

The three hurriedly adjusted their clothing, crawling on their knees toward the exit. “Yes, Madam.”

From a shadowy corner of the hall emerged a wounded guard, bowing to Ma Qingyu. “Wait, Madam. Please leave these three to us for disposal.”

Ma Qingyu glanced at him, a flicker of surprise in her eyes, and nodded slightly. “Very well.”

Several more guards emerged from various dark corners, each bearing injuries. They knelt uniformly on one knee toward Che Xiayun. “We await your punishment, Young Master.”

“Punishment isn’t necessary,” Che Xiayun replied, catching a whiff of blood. “Why are all of you injured?”

The lead guard answered, “Several assassins attempted to target you earlier. We pursued them but fell into an ambush.”

“Oh,” Che Xiayun pointed at the three vixens, feigning ignorance. “Then why arrest them?”

The guard explained, “We suspect they were a diversion.”

Che Xiayun feigned realization. “No wonder I felt dizzy and weak they must have drugged me! Investigate this thoroughly.”

“Yes!” The twelve guards saluted in unison, cleared all clutter from the coffee table including incense and alcohol and dragged away the ashen-faced vixens.

Overhearing the exchange, Ma Qingyu’s eyes swept over Che Xiayun’s calm expression. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly. Drugged?
Who would dare drug the sole heir of the Che Consortium?
Even beyond the layers of security surrounding Che Xiayun, success would benefit no one not even Ma Qingyu, who, despite their marriage, had signed confidentiality agreements barring her from inheriting the consortium.

Che Xiayun touched her still-warm cheek, a smile tugging at her lips. She had survived. How wonderful.
Her gaze swept over the familiar-yet-unfamiliar villa, a flicker of joy rising within. Remembering Ma Qingyu’s mention of returning from a banquet, she asked casually, “What banquet did you attend?”

Ma Qingyu still carried a faint scent of alcohol on her, her cheeks slightly flushed. She poured herself a glass of cold boiled water, took a small sip, and then said, “A birthday party.”

“Oh,” Che Xiayun nodded, “Whose?”

Ma Qingyu paused her hand as she drank, glanced at her, and parted her crimson lips, “Mine.”

Che Xiayun’s mind went blank for a moment. The original owner was really something not only did she skip her wife’s birthday celebration, but she also stayed home flirting with an outsider. No wonder someone like that met an early end.

Trying her best to act like the original owner, she replied with shameless bluntness, “Mm, I know.”

After saying that, Che Xiayun casually grabbed a set of car keys, didn’t bother changing her clothes, just threw a trench coat over her robe, and strode briskly toward the door. “I’m going out for a bit.”

“Mm.”

Ma Qingyu watched her lively retreating figure, hesitated for a moment, and swallowed the words that had already reached her lips:

Even if you’re lacking in that area, it can still be treated.

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