Mistaken ‘O’ is a Crazy Gorgeous Boss - Chapter 9
Qu Zhen had read detailed information about pheromone dysregulation syndrome and knew very well that the specific condition of the patient was closely related to the duration of the illness. Shen Zhikou had once confessed to having been ill for six years, which, according to current official findings, placed her in the category of severe symptoms and high dependence on soothing behaviors.
Qu Zhen nodded, very conscientiously saying, “Sister, I know. I will study hard.”
“Study hard?”
“Yes, I will work hard to learn other soothing behaviors.” When it came to this topic, Qu Zhen still felt a bit shy. “Please give me a little more time.”
The alpha beside her was blushing but extremely earnest and sincere. Shen Zhikou suddenly recalled that rainy night of secondary differentiation.
That night, the alpha, six years her junior, had been just like this, both pitiful due to the sudden pseudo-estrus and shyly affectionate when close to her. Her actions were inexperienced yet possessive, and though she spoke words full of apology, she never loosened her hold on her.
Shen Zhikou’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, her tone clearly teasing.
“How long will that take?”
Their fingers were still tightly interlaced. Bubbles seemed to rise in Qu Zhen’s heart, as if she had drunk a summer-limited cocktail. After a long yet brief moment of contemplation, Qu Zhen gave her answer.
“It won’t take too long.” Honest and straightforward, she clumsily added, “I’ll finish learning within two days.”
…
Dinner that evening was still prepared by Qu Zhen. Her ears remained bright red until she finished cooking in the kitchen, only then returning to their original fair color.
Perhaps because her mind was preoccupied, during the meal, aside from picking up food, she kept her head lowered, like a little cabbage wilted after being sun-scorched, with the tips of her hair curling upward.
Shen Zhikou noticed this but didn’t push further to make the young alpha revert to the embarrassed state of an hour ago.
After dinner, Qu Zhen cleaned up the dishes and, before entering her room, went to the door to inspect the walnut-colored wooden door.
Old residential areas often had this type of wooden door installed, and some households didn’t even have the more secure fingerprint locks. Qu Zhen examined it carefully and, after some thought, went over to Shen Zhikou to discuss it.
“Sister, if we get the marriage certificate as agreed in ten days, can I replace this door for you?”
“Hmm?”
Qu Zhen glanced at the marks on the door lock. “This door’s security level is too low, posing too much risk. If you’re willing, sister, I’d like to replace it with the new smart home FC19 Omega-specific door available on the market.”
The purpose behind designing such doors and locks was to better protect Omega women living alone. Although she intended to keep her promise of coming home every day, she still had to take precautions. Moreover, as her work grew busier in the future, she would have business trips and other assignments requiring her to be away.
Lost in thought, Qu Zhen didn’t realize that she had already begun subconsciously considering their future together.
Shen Zhikou responded, “Alright.”
“Okay, then rest early, sister.”
Qu Zhen had always been a well-behaved child who went to bed early and woke up early, almost never staying up late. In her established mindset, after finishing a meal, taking a light stroll, and washing up, it was time to go to bed.
Even now, despite having had intimate contact with the Omega before her and despite being in a crucial stage of their relationship, she still rigidly adhered to her routines.
Shen Zhikou looked at her, her captivating peach blossom eyes shimmering with a spring-like tenderness. “Zhenzhen.”
“Hmm?”
“Not ten days,” Shen Zhikou said, enunciating each word clearly. “There are nine days left.”
Qu Zhen froze for a moment before softly replying, “Then when we wake up tomorrow morning, there will only be eight days left.”
“Right.”
Qu Zhen, with her wooden-headed nature, didn’t know how to say flattering or ambiguous words, nor did she notice the warmth lingering in the atmosphere. All she could manage was a dry, straightforward remark.
“Then rest early. Goodnight, sister.”
A flicker of amusement surfaced in Shen Zhikou’s eyes. “Goodnight.”
…
In the time that followed, the two returned to their respective rooms. After washing up, Qu Zhen closed her door, sat on the edge of the bed with her tablet in hand, her expression calm and serene.
However, within half an hour, her facial expressions underwent a dramatic transformation.
First, her straight eyebrows slightly furrowed, then they tightened into a deep frown. Her fair cheeks flushed with color, transitioning from a peach-blossom pink to a vivid crimson, as if her entire body were radiating heat.
She screamed internally, her mind flooded with countless invisible exclamation marks.
Why… why were the instructional videos she found so strange!!!
After washing up, she had approached the task with a serious, studious attitude, using a search engine to look up comforting behaviors between Alphas and Omegas. Although she had a general idea, some aspects remained vague, so she thought watching an instructional video would help.
The initial hand-holding was perfectly normal, but after the hugging segment, the content quickly escalated into something that made her blush and her heart race.
Qu Zhen put down the tablet, buried her face in the pillow, and even her neck turned scarlet.
Her memories of that night were fragmented, but she recalled that at the height of passion, Shen Zhikou’s voice had been as soft as a kitten’s.
Realizing where her thoughts were drifting, Qu Zhen immediately sat up, gently patted both sides of her cheeks, and began mentally lecturing herself. Just as she was silently reciting Article 17 of the new legal code, her phone vibrated beside her.
She picked it up and unlocked it.
The profile picture in the WeChat message was an oil painting of flowers and birds. Qu Zhen had saved the contact under the note “Z”, this was an online friend she had met during her sophomore year.
At that time, there was a mobile game that was extremely popular. Yang Shumeng and two others were deeply addicted to it, and they even got Qu Zhen involved. She met Z while completing tasks in the game called Foxis. They cooperated very smoothly and, after finishing ten tasks together, they added each other as WeChat friends to make it easier to check in for daily tasks in the future.
Apart from doing tasks and discussing game updates, they rarely talked about their real lives.
Qu Zhen played for about a year before she rarely logged in again. However, she still kept in touch with Z, though it was limited to holiday greetings.
At this moment, she focused her gaze.
[Z: Foxis updated again today. Do you need me to help you collect the team task reward points?] ^_^
During boring holidays, Qu Zhen would still log in and play for about ten minutes.
[Qiye Zhenzhen: Sure, thank you for your help.]
[Z: No problem. What have you been busy with lately?]
[Qiye Zhenzhen: Job hunting. How about you?]
Their conversation was quite formal. After chatting about work for a bit, Qu Zhen suddenly glanced at the tablet lying nearby.
She remembered that Z was an alpha and a few years older than her, having already been working for five or six years.
At certain times, a distant yet familiar relationship like this was actually quite suitable for confiding and venting.
Having been a beta for all 22 years of her life, Qu Zhen rarely had friends whose secondary gender was alpha. She stared at the tablet for a while, pursed her lips, and slowly typed on her phone.
[Qiye Zhenzhen: Z, you mentioned before that you’re not single, right?]
[Z: Yes.]
Qu Zhen blinked, hesitated, but still decided to ask for advice.
[Qiye Zhenzhen: So, what do you usually do before comforting your partner?]
After watching that learning video, her vague understanding had gradually become clearer, but Qu Zhen still didn’t quite know what to do before comforting someone. The video hadn’t mentioned that part.
Her relationship with Shen Zhikou was different from other alpha-omega pairs. She couldn’t be as straightforward as in the video.
Her previous impression of Z was that he was reserved and gentle. Perhaps text can easily create illusions, because when Qu Zhen saw Z’s reply, her phone dropped onto the bed with a thud.
[Z: You want to ask me about my experience in this area, right?]
[Z: The most effective method? have her sit on your lap.]