The Popular Darling Says She’s Pregnant with My Child - Chapter 13

Transmigration Diary 13

Su Yan’s car eventually pulled up in front of a cutting-edge laboratory belonging to a biotechnology subsidiary.

Under normal circumstances, this place was strictly closed to the public, with “No Entry” signs posted everywhere. However, the moment Su Yan arrived, researchers in white lab coats were already waiting at the entrance. Upon seeing her, they nodded respectfully and proceeded to swipe authorization cards through one heavy automatic door after another.

Wen Shiyu once again bore witness to the sheer extent of the privileges enjoyed by these noble young ladies.

After navigating a maze of corridors, they were led into a relatively isolated, medium-sized laboratory. The researcher who guided them finished the handover and quietly withdrew, gently closing the door behind them.

In an instant, only Su Yan and Wen Shiyu remained in the room.

The layout of this lab was somewhat peculiar. Half of it was filled with instruments Wen Shiyu couldn’t name and neatly arranged reagent racks. The other half looked more like a medical examination room, featuring adjustable recliners, collection tools, and various medical equipment.

Wen Shiyu had no idea why they were here.

However, Su Yan clearly had a plan. She casually tied her long, straight black hair back, turned on the master control computer, and began operating it. Wen Shiyu had no choice but to lean in closer.

Su Yan remained focused on the screen, though she offered a brief explanation: “To ensure that the matter regarding Seraphina doesn’t leak out, it’s enough that just the two of us are here. I will handle the machines.”

“First, I need to confirm that the collection and analysis systems are running normally.”

Wen Shiyu nodded hesitantly, still not quite understanding. She’s actually going to operate the machines? Just so that if anyone asks for details later… she’ll know exactly how the samples were collected? That is incredibly rigorous.

She watched as Su Yan picked up a delicate, metal device that resembled a high-tech collar.

Thinking it was for her, Wen Shiyu didn’t dare to be uncooperative. She reflexively reached up and unbuttoned the top button of her school uniform shirt. In her previous life, school physical exams were always like this—no matter what part needed to be exposed, you just started shedding layers.

Su Yan happened to look up at that exact moment. Seeing Wen Shiyu pulling at her clothes, she suddenly took a step back.

“Don’t do that!”

“We… we aren’t suitable for that.”

Wen Shiyu’s hand froze on the button, her face a mask of total confusion. “?”

Seeing her look of utter bewilderment, Su Yan realized she had misinterpreted the situation and overreacted.

“…Ugh.”

For the first time in her life, Su Yan felt the tips of her ears turn hot.

“My point is, pheromones cannot be extracted from your body… I’ll do it.”

As she spoke, she fixed the metal collar device around her own neck, positioning it right over the general area of the gland at the back of her neck.

Wen Shiyu had an epiphany. Oh, she’s using herself for the demonstration?

On the computer screen, streams of data began to scroll. Soon, a clear analysis report appeared on the interface:

Subject Gender: Alpha (Elite) Pheromone Analysis: Alcohol – Aged Whiskey (Primary), Woody – Oak (Secondary) Concentration Level: S-Rank Stability Assessment: Excellent

Following that was a long string of chemical molecular formulas and wave charts.

…As expected of an elite Alpha.

Wen Shiyu suddenly thought of Seraphina’s peach scent and subconsciously sniffed the air. But this time, she couldn’t detect any scent at all.

She didn’t expect Su Yan to notice this small movement.

Su Yan lowered her eyelashes and pursed her lips, though she said nothing. She quickly removed the collar and sanitized it.

“Alright, the system is running normally.” Su Yan closed the test interface and turned to face Wen Shiyu, her expression turning serious as she cut to the chase.

“Now, we need to select a suitable pheromone for you.”

Wen Shiyu: “Huh?”

“We can’t just pretend to have researched for a few days and then hand Seraphina a random bottle of perfume and gamble on whether it works.” Su Yan had clearly made up her mind. “We must maximize the probability of success for this treatment. Therefore, over the next few days, I’m going to have you stained with a specific pheromone scent. We’ll let Seraphina gradually become familiar with it and confirm that it is ‘your’ scent. Then, we will give her the corresponding perfume to use.”

“Ah, how do I get ‘stained’?” Wen Shiyu was surprised.

Su Yan froze, seemingly surprised by Wen Shiyu’s lack of such basic common sense.

“Pheromones can stay on another person for a relatively long time, especially in areas where scent glands are concentrated, such as the inner wrists, behind the ears, the side of the neck…” She pointed to her own wrist as an example. “Alphas often use this method to leave their scent on their Omegas. It’s a common scent-marking behavior.”

Su Yan couldn’t understand how Wen Shiyu didn’t know this.

“…Oh.” Wen Shiyu just took another lesson in ABO common sense. “But I’m a Beta?”

Su Yan lowered her eyes. “Betas can naturally be marked as well.”

Precisely because she was a Beta, the applied pheromones wouldn’t be mixed with other scents… and they would last longer. Some Alphas actually enjoyed rubbing their scent onto their Beta partners even more for this very reason.

“In short, we just need to formulate a suitable pheromone, and then I will help rub it onto you.”

Wen Shiyu asked casually, “Can’t I do it myself?” Like putting on perfume.

Su Yan’s expression became stern. “No. You can’t control the concentration properly. I have to help you.”

“Oh.” Wen Shiyu nodded, then hesitated slightly. “But, if we do that, won’t your scent get on me too?”

Su Yan raised an eyebrow and said seriously, “I am a high-level Alpha; I have strong control over my own pheromones. You are a Beta, so you won’t trigger me to release them. How could…”

Su Yan seemed to think of something and immediately added, her tone carrying a trace of imperceptible tension, “This is just a necessary physical contact within the plan. It has no other meaning.”

“…” Wen Shiyu felt like she was overreacting. Is it a sensitive topic to imply an Alpha can’t control their pheromones?

She chose to shut up and say nothing more.

Next, Su Yan opened a database. She began to ask Wen Shiyu about the details of the “pheromone” Seraphina might have perceived from her. Unfortunately, other than it being the scent of the school’s plum wine, Wen Shiyu couldn’t say anything specific.

There was no other way. Su Yan had to contact the school, obtain their procurement list, and specifically buy a bottle of the same brand of plum wine.

Then, she started the molecular synthesizer nearby and began to generate various simulated pheromone samples based on the formula in small doses. Each sample was absorbed onto a special test strip and compared with the school’s plum wine drink.

To be honest, Wen Shiyu felt like they all smelled the same. At most, some had a weaker alcohol scent while others were a bit more tart. As for things like “base notes” or “middle notes,” she couldn’t smell them at all.

Wen Shiyu stifled a yawn, starting to feel a bit drowsy.

Su Yan, however, was having a completely different experience. As an elite Alpha with sharp senses, smelling another “Alpha’s” pheromones for a long time was not a pleasant experience. Most of the time, her brow was tightly furrowed, her face even colder than usual. She picked up the test strips one by one, sniffed them, and put them down—her movements precise yet showing obvious impatience.

A small pile of fragrance strips gradually scattered across the workbench.

Just as Wen Shiyu’s eyelids began to droop, Su Yan’s movements suddenly stopped.

“This one.” Su Yan held the test strip in front of Wen Shiyu.

Wen Shiyu instantly sat up straight. “Ah.” She leaned in and took a sniff.

Honestly, she felt this one was no different from the others. But seeing as Su Yan seemed to be in a bad mood from smelling too many Alpha pheromones, Wen Shiyu decided to be “enthusiastic” to avoid being seen as slacking off.

“Yes, yes, yes! This is it!”

Su Yan: “…”

She said nothing more and directly synthesized a larger amount of that pheromone. Then, she took Wen Shiyu’s wrist and applied it to her.

In the time that followed, the laboratory fell into a rhythmic silence. Every few minutes, Su Yan would gesture for Wen Shiyu to hold out her wrist. She would lean in close to sniff it and record the changes in scent intensity on her tablet. About thirty minutes later, she frowned.

“No, the scent dissipates too quickly this way.”

What they needed was a method that was very faint but had a long-lasting fragrance.

Waiting had become quite boring for Wen Shiyu, so she nodded absentmindedly. “Then… what should we do?”

Su Yan’s gaze fell upon Wen Shiyu’s neck.

She hesitated for a moment, that serious, tense expression reappearing on her face. “You… don’t move.”

Wen Shiyu was startled by her sudden solemnity, wondering what she was about to do.

As it turned out, Su Yan only reached out her hand and, with somewhat hesitant movements, gently lifted the long, black hair draped over Wen Shiyu’s shoulder.

Wen Shiyu felt she was being far too cautious, so she simply did it herself. She gathered all her long hair to one side, revealing the entirety of her fair nape and the area behind her ears. She also unfastened the collar Seraphina had snapped onto her neck. She even tilted her head slightly, presenting the area more directly to the other girl.

Su Yan’s movements faltered for a second, and her ears began to burn.

The line of Wen Shiyu’s neck was elegant and slender. Under the cold white light of the lab, her skin appeared exceptionally delicate; one could see the slight protrusion of her vertebrae and a few wisps of soft, fine hair.

Wen Shiyu didn’t quite understand. In the ABO world, voluntarily exposing one’s nape to an Alpha was a gesture of extreme trust and… romantic implication.

Su Yan’s gaze averted for a split second. Instead, she became convinced in her heart that Wen Shiyu must really like her; otherwise, why would she be so cooperative today? She was constantly unbuttoning her clothes or exposing herself.

This made her feelings very complicated.

Su Yan was never the type of person to be ambiguous about emotions.

She took a deep breath. “You shouldn’t like me anymore.”

Wen Shiyu: “Huh?”

“I’m saying this for your own good.”

Wen Shiyu was utterly baffled. It took her a long while to remember that the original owner of this body did indeed seem to like Su Yan.

Wen Shiyu felt a bit awkward. “No, no, I don’t like you anymore.”

To her surprise, Su Yan immediately knitted her brows, looking like she didn’t believe it for a second.

“Then who do you like?”

“…”