Mistaken ‘O’ is a Crazy Gorgeous Boss - Chapter 3

Before turning eighteen, Qu Zhen lived a carefree life, with her biggest daily worry being how to improve her math grades.

She resided in Mingqiu County, under the jurisdiction of Haicheng Ning City. Her alpha mother was a high school history teacher in the county, while her omega mother was an opera performer.

When Qu Zhen differentiated into a beta at sixteen, her omega mother smiled and hugged her, gently telling her that no matter what her secondary gender was, she would always be their most precious gift.

Qu Zhen’s alpha mother was serious and reserved, rarely smiling, her shirt buttons always fastened to the top. Only when facing her omega partner and their child would she show a hint of a smile.

As a child, Qu Zhen often saw various flowers of different colors at home, gorgeous pink peonies and elegant white magnolias.

Each one was picked by her alpha mother for her omega mother, each one a witness to their love.

One day during her second year of high school, while walking along a path outside the school, she received a love letter from a classmate. Her alpha mother, upon noticing it, didn’t say much. Instead, she patted Qu Zhen’s head and made a pinky promise to keep it a secret, ensuring no one else would find out.

In the end, she told Qu Zhen that whether one is an alpha, beta, or omega, one must be cautious and devoted in matters of the heart like taking only one scoop from three thousand gallons of weak water.

That day, under the radiant glow of the sunset, she always remembered what her mother told her, and she still does to this day.

…

Inside the luxurious isolation room of the hotel.

Snow-white lily of the valley and light purple hyacinths, symbols of romance, bloomed throughout the room, their faint floral scents intertwining and entwining.

Qu Zhen’s eyes were hazy and half-open, her throat feeling as if stuffed with cotton, itchy and unbearably hot.

Her consciousness sank into the depths of reason, leaving only the sound of soft murmurs audible.

On the white wall hung a decorative cloud-shaped clock, its hour and minute hands both pointing precisely at the number four. Her once delicate and clean features gradually took on a more aggressive edge during her secondary differentiation. Qu Zhen clutched the hand adorned with sandalwood prayer beads, frowning as if in distress or confusion.

“Don’t know how?”

Even if Qu Zhen understood in her feverish state, she wouldn’t respond.

Her amber eyes stubbornly fixed on the woman before her. As her slender fingers traced the woman’s slender back, slowly moving upward as if to touch her scent gland, the woman finally stirred.

Leaning into Qu Zhen’s embrace, her porcelain-like face flushed with a faint blush, she slowly clasped Qu Zhen’s right hand.

“Put this on.”

In stark contrast to the atmosphere inside, the long corridor stretched to the end, with dedicated bodyguards stationed at intervals. The hallway was adorned with tastefully matched oil paintings. The management executives of the Yaste Hotel were conversing with a woman in a black suit. Outside the window, the heavy rain showed no signs of letting up even after an hour.

The skyscrapers in the rain resembled an army encamped in a steel forest, while pedestrians scurried for shelter like trapped animals. The splashes from speeding cars rippled outward, resembling blooming, invisible flowers.

However, the floral chandelier inside the room suddenly dimmed. The full-length mirror in the corner reflected the scene on the bed, with two small wrappers scattered on the floor.

Qu Zhen’s eyes darkened, her damp fingertips continuing their movements, wet and slick as they delved deeper. The concentration of pheromones in the air soared relentlessly.

Soon, another small wrapper joined the two already there.

The rain had arrived with unusual urgency. Over the weekend, Qu Zhen had checked the weather forecast for the coming week. Aside from rain from Wednesday to Friday, the rest of the days were forecast to be overcast with extreme temperature fluctuations between day and night.

As a law major, her schedule was packed. During her first three years of university, Qu Zhen only had weekends free to participate in volunteer activities, some she joined voluntarily, while others were for the sake of her comprehensive evaluation score at the end of the semester.

C University required a certain number of comprehensive evaluation tasks each semester, and the final scholarship selection was directly tied to these scores.

Although Qu Zhen couldn’t qualify for the highest-tier special scholarship, her usual grades were quite good, and she was a regular contender for the first-class scholarship.

In the first semester of her junior year, she had followed her roommate to the old city district for a volunteer activity involving clay figure sculpting. Neither of them had any prior experience with this traditional folk art, so they first learned step by step from the female instructor before helping her teach the children.

Qu Zhen’s hands were clumsy. Despite practicing repeatedly how to pinch, roll, knead, and shape the clay, her final creations still drew laughter from everyone, even the children giggled at her efforts and ended up teaching her instead.

To this day, she still hadn’t mastered the skill, and her handling of the Omega’s reactions was equally unrefined, sometimes too gentle, sometimes too rough.

…

As the minute hand on the cloud-shaped clock moved slowly, the heavy rain gradually began to subside.

When the pink-and-white hour and minute hands both aligned at the 9 o’clock position, the concentration of pheromones in the room had significantly decreased, and all the disposable items provided by the hotel were gone.

In a dazed state, Qu Zhen had an intensely erotic dream.

In the dream, she was both pitifully aggrieved and recklessly impulsive, even turning somewhat fierce by the end, a stark contrast to her usual self. Though she couldn’t clearly see the face of the person in her dream, Qu Zhen could sense that she was an exceptionally beautiful Omega.

Her skin was like smooth jade, with a slender waist and long legs.

The figure in the dream was delicate and fragile, her narrow waist so fine it seemed as though gripping it too firmly might cause harm.

Even knowing she was dreaming, Qu Zhen’s cheeks flushed pink. By the time the dream ended, she was deeply reflecting on how she could have such a dream.

So, when she woke up and realized it hadn’t been a dream, Qu Zhen felt she could practically ascend to heaven on the spot.

At 7:30 in the morning, the room was dimly lit and filled with a faint floral fragrance. Sitting up on the right side of the large bed, Qu Zhen stared in disbelief at the disarray of clothes scattered on the floor.

In all her twenty-two years, Qu Zhen had never felt so foolish. Her brain seemed like an outdated computer from the last century, forced to reboot repeatedly after countless crashes before it could finally start functioning.

Even then, she couldn’t piece together her memories to fully grasp what had happened.

A wave of heat rushed from her toes to the back of her head. Qu Zhen felt like a steamed shrimp, her entire body, even her hair burning with embarrassment. She refused to let herself dwell on that “dream” and didn’t dare even glance at the woman sleeping on the left side. Moving quietly, she got out of bed, gathered her clothes and phone, and hurried into the bathroom.

The bathroom mirror reflected Qu Zhen’s current state.

Her shoulders bore several marks of varying depths, and there were similar traces beside her neck. Her complexion, however, was… unusually radiant, like a wild beast that had finally sated a long-standing hunger.

After quickly dressing, Qu Zhen’s fingers brushed against the back of her neck, it felt entirely different from before.

The underdeveloped gland indicated she had just completed her secondary differentiation. She was no longer a beta without a gland or pheromones, she had become an alpha with a floral scent.

The sudden transformation of her secondary gender left Qu Zhen deeply unaccustomed to the gland at the nape of her neck. But that wasn’t the most pressing issue. What mattered now was that she had accidentally marked an Omega the night before.

Accidental. Marking. Omega.

Just the thought of these three words together made Qu Zhen, an otherwise earnest person, blush so hard she could barely breathe, let alone the fact that it had actually happened.

It felt as if countless exclamation marks of panic were flashing above her head. Covering her face with her hands, she could feel the heat spreading all the way to the tips of her ears.

Embarrassment wouldn’t solve anything. After splashing cold water on her face, she managed to calm down briefly, only for the heat to rush back as some thought crossed her mind again.

Mindful of the Omega’s condition from the night before, Qu Zhen didn’t dare linger. Before leaving, she zipped her jacket all the way up, concealing most of the marks on her neck.

After a moment’s hesitation, she made a call before stepping out.

In the dim room, a wall lamp flickered on. Qu Zhen caught sight of the light and instinctively glanced toward where the Omega had been the previous night.

In an instant, their eyes met.

The awakened Omega was as cool and distant as spring snow on distant mountains, her delicate brows slightly furrowed. Before she could speak, she saw the girl before her blush intensely, the redness spreading from her neck all the way to her face.