The Blind Alpha Coveted by the Frail Beauty Omega - Chapter 34

“I’m Covered in Your Scent”

Wei Jiangxue bit her lower lip hard, her breathing coming to a complete standstill. In the darkness, she opened her eyes wide, though she could see nothing, waiting powerlessly for the verdict of fate. Her body refused to obey her commands.

A soft “click” echoed—the sound of a fingernail brushing against the wardrobe.

A wave of moist, warm fragrance typical of someone recently bathed wafted in, Mingled with the perfume provided by the Transmigration Bureau and… Mi Ruian’s own pheromones. The intertwining scents made the tips of Wei Jiangxue’s ears burn.

Wei Jiangxue couldn’t see Mi Ruian, but she knew the woman was staring at her intently. The gaze was so heavy it felt as if it could pierce through the clothes draped over her head. Anyone being looked at with such intensity would break into a cold sweat; Wei Jiangxue thought this while having no idea how to break the delicate silence.

Meanwhile, Mi Ruian herself stood right outside the open wardrobe door.

She wore only a simple silk dressing gown, the belt tied loosely. Her hair was still half-wet, with several strands clinging to her slender neck and collarbone. The neckline of the gown hung slightly open, revealing a small patch of delicate skin beneath, shimmering with droplets of water. She radiated the warm mist of a shower and that freshly produced, blended aroma.

There was no trace of surprise or anger on her face. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, watching Wei Jiangxue—who was curled up in her wardrobe with a face flushed deep red—with an air of leisure, as if enjoying the spectacle.

How interesting. It had been worth Mi Ruian’s detour to come take a look.

Actually, Mi Ruian hadn’t been certain someone had broken into her room because the pheromones Wei Jiangxue usually used to provoke her had vanished without a trace. However, the distinctly obvious scent of perfume reminded Mi Ruian that someone had been here. As for whether the other occupant of the house had already left, Mi Ruian wasn’t sure. She had simply followed her intuition; the perfume in the air was too fresh to have been sitting there for long.

Thus, she became increasingly certain of her guess: Wei Jiangxue hadn’t had time to retreat.

She had expected Wei Jiangxue to give her the cold shoulder for a while to think over their progress. She hadn’t expected Wei Jiangxue to make up her mind so quickly, even going as far as to play such a little trick…

Mi Ruian sighed inwardly. As expected, Wei Jiangxue cared about her far too much.

For an Alpha to leave pheromones on an Omega was both a form of protection and a warning to those with ill intentions, telling them not to approach that Omega. For an Alpha and Omega who shared mutual feelings, leaving one’s scent on the other was a form of intimacy and a manifestation of possessiveness.

Some were bolder and would leave pheromones directly, while others were more subtle and would use things like perfume.

It didn’t surprise Mi Ruian that Wei Jiangxue chose perfume. This Alpha was truly too different; if they hadn’t met and she had only seen Wei Jiangxue’s photo, Mi Ruian probably wouldn’t have found it strange if someone told her she was an Omega or a Beta.

How could such an Alpha exist? Mi Ruian thought that perhaps it was precisely this uniqueness that prevented her from loathing Wei Jiangxue the way she loathed other Alphas.

“I was wondering,” Mi Ruian spoke, her voice slightly raspy from the bath, slow and casual as if discussing the weather, “is there something wrong with my sense of smell? Why do I smell freesia all over the room?”

She leaned in closer, propping her hand against the wardrobe frame in a semi-enclosing posture, shrouding the shrinking Wei Jiangxue in her shadow and aura.

“It turns out,” she lowered her voice deliberately, her tone carrying a teasing probe, “a careless ‘freesia’ has snuck into my wardrobe and accidentally… dropped a bottle of perfume?”

Wei Jiangxue’s face was so red it looked ready to drip blood. She could smell it—the fresh, rich scent of her own freesia radiating from Mi Ruian’s nearby skin.

The Transmigration Bureau had prepared far too thoroughly; the scent was so strong it made it seem as though she had been holding Mi Ruian and rubbing against her for a very long time… Wei Jiangxue was utterly mortified.

“I… I didn’t…” Her pale defense was so weak even she didn’t believe it.

“You didn’t?” Mi Ruian arched an eyebrow. She suddenly reached out, her fingertips lightly brushing a stray lock of hair on Wei Jiangxue’s shoulder, then bringing it to her nose as if to sniff it carefully. “Then why is it on you, in my wardrobe, and…”

Her gaze slowly swept over Wei Jiangxue’s tightly clenched hands—there was nothing in them, but it was clearly where the evidence had been before it disappeared.

“…And why is it that now,” she elongated her words, her eyes locking onto Wei Jiangxue’s darting “vision” with a nearly wicked smile, “my whole body is covered in your scent?”

These words were like a thunderbolt, striking Wei Jiangxue until she was scorched inside and out. She snapped her head up, her sightless eyes wide with shock and shame.

Mi Ruian seemed satisfied with the reaction. She stopped pressing closer and instead stepped back slightly, giving her some breathing room. But her gaze remained firmly locked on her, like a predator watching its trapped, inescapable prey.

“Come out,” Mi Ruian’s tone returned to its usual indifference, yet it carried an air that brooked no refusal. “Aren’t you afraid of suffocating in there?”

Wei Jiangxue’s limbs felt like jelly. She practically scrambled out of the wardrobe, her steps so unsteady she almost tripped over her own feet. Mi Ruian reached out at the right moment to steady her arm—the touch was brief and restrained, but it made Wei Jiangxue flinch as if she’d been electrocuted.

However, Mi Ruian didn’t continue questioning her about the perfume. She simply said nonchalantly in front of Wei Jiangxue: “That… perfume you gave me. It smells nice.”

It smells a lot like you.

Mi Ruian swallowed those last five words. Her innate pride wouldn’t allow her to be that direct.

Wei Jiangxue froze, “looking” toward her blankly.

Mi Ruian turned her head, the dim light from the window casting a hazy silhouette on her face. Her voice was cool as usual, yet it was like a pebble dropped into a deep pool, sending ripples through Wei Jiangxue’s heart: “Next time you want me to wear your scent… you can just say so.”

As if escaping something, Mi Ruian hurriedly added: “I’m going to tell Xiao Dong to prepare breakfast.”

After the sound of hurried footsteps faded, the petrified Wei Jiangxue slowly came to her senses.

Wait? Wei Jiangxue suddenly felt something was off. This reaction…

At the same time, System 233 let out a sharp, high-pitched screech in her head, drowning out the faint spark of realization that had finally flashed through Wei Jiangxue’s mind: 【Aaaaaahhhh!】

Wei Jiangxue was dumbfounded. Ignoring the departed Mi Ruian, she caught 233 and demanded: 【What are you screaming for? Wait? What did Mi Ruian mean by that?】

233 stammered: 【Uh, this and that… maybe she means she’s not going to hold it against you?】

Wei Jiangxue really wanted to drag the system out of her head and see if it was a single-celled organism: 【I’m not asking if she’s holding it against me! Didn’t you hear what she said? Since when did our relationship become so… harmonious?】

【System 233: Well… do you want to chase after her and ask? But actually, my background data shows everything is normal. Our work is progressing steadily. I think the host shouldn’t go looking for trouble.】

233’s tone didn’t sound anxious. Wei Jiangxue was half-convinced: 【Does it really not affect anything?】

After receiving a positive confirmation, Wei Jiangxue felt slightly relieved, but a lingering worry remained. Ever since she moved in with Mi Ruian, Mi Ruian’s attitude seemed to be getting stranger and stranger. She had been doing the tasks as required; shouldn’t Mi Ruian’s favorability be negative, or at least very, very low?

Granted, Wei Jiangxue had helped Mi Ruian out in front of Mi Feng, which would add a lot of favorability. But it shouldn’t be enough to make Mi Ruian want to get close to her, right? Aren’t they being too ambiguous right now?

Thinking carefully, the turning point was Wei Jiangxue’s rut, during which she marked Mi Ruian…

Wei Jiangxue suddenly said solemnly: 【I get it.】

233, busy importing the audio just now, spared some attention to ask: 【What do you get?】

Oh my, this is so ship-worthy! 233 looked contentedly at the video it had filtered and forwarded it to a small group of colleagues. Then, happily cuddling the video to rewatch, it heard Wei Jiangxue say—

【Mi Ruian’s attitude toward me improved because of the AO marking. She actually hates me to death, and once she clears her head, she’ll finish me off!】

So spoke the pure human Wei Jiangxue, who had not grown up in an ABO world.

That explained everything! The ABO world was too terrifying! The power of pheromones could actually control Alphas and Omegas to such an extent… Wei Jiangxue thought worriedly. In a world where brains were purely controlled by hormones, could “love” or “liking” truly exist?

Why did she feel…

233 immediately spoke up to refute, interrupting Wei Jiangxue’s train of thought: 【No way! She’s totally into you!】

“What?” Wei Jiangxue cried out in surprise.

For some reason, 233 began to energetically list the ways Mi Ruian treated Wei Jiangxue differently: 【Look, during the mission, she hasn’t snapped at you once. She’s been pleasant and gentle the whole time. Whenever you need help with your look, she steps in…】

Wei Jiangxue frowned: 【That’s because she can’t make a scene and attract Mi Feng. She helped with the styling because I paid, and she needed the money.】

【System 233: You got caught stealing her clothes, and she didn’t expose you. Instead, she played along.】

Wei Jiangxue was speechless: 【You sound like you’re hoping she’d give me trouble. That’s also normal. We’re roommates, after all. Who would look for a fight unless it’s absolutely necessary?】

【System 233: Mi Ruian applied for the robot Xiao Dong for you, who is barely inferior to me, and helped solve a lot of your problems.】

Wei Jiangxue pressed her hand to her forehead: 【If you don’t have anything else to say, I’ll assume your head is just filled with this romance stuff. We’d better not continue this. She gave me Xiao Dong just to be a tester; it’s mutually beneficial.】

【System 233: Hmph, hmph, hmph. I’m going to say something you can’t argue with—】

Wei Jiangxue prepared to leave with a stern face: 【Whatever.】

【System 233: If she didn’t like you, would she personally put sponge pads on every dangerous corner of the rental house? Would she risk exposure to go to Mi’s Starlight Media to help you out of trouble? Would she voluntarily provide you with a better living environment…】

Before 233 could finish, it was forcibly muted by Wei Jiangxue.

Wei Jiangxue had never used this function before!

The moment 233 realized what happened, it jumped in anger! It wasn’t talking nonsense! This wasn’t just 233 being obsessed with its “ship”; this was the clear-eyed observation of 233 and countless colleagues!

And it hadn’t even mentioned the most important part—after rigorous analysis by numerous systems, everyone agreed that on the day of Wei Jiangxue’s rut, her physical stats were actually lower than Mi Ruian’s. Although 233 didn’t understand why the values dropped, it understood that on that day, Mi Ruian had the ability to push Wei Jiangxue away!

Doesn’t that prove Mi Ruian was a willing participant in that physical contact?

But alas, Wei Jiangxue didn’t believe it and didn’t even bother to hear 233’s logic!

After sulking for a while, 233 finally realized: Oh right, it and Wei Jiangxue are just here to do missions. What would happen if Wei Jiangxue knew Mi Ruian liked her?

That would contradict 233’s own advice of “don’t go looking for trouble.”

No wonder Wei Jiangxue didn’t want to listen. It turned out 233, the system, had forgotten its primary job… 233 chuckled awkwardly and decided not to bring up the matter again.