The Popular Darling Says She’s Pregnant with My Child - Chapter 23

Wen Shiyu nodded.

“Of course.”

Just as Seraphina froze slightly at those words, Wen Shiyu spoke again.

“Just like you said at the beginning. I want to control you, to use you.”

“Of course I hope you won’t be able to leave me.”

Seraphina’s brow furrowed, unhappy now.

“So, you intentionally let that perfume lose its effect just so I would keep relying on you?”

Wen Shiyu was stunned, not expecting her to reach that conclusion. She could only bite the bullet and admit it: “…Yeah.”

“But,” Seraphina said, “at that time, you were clearly just a step away from getting Su Yan’s iris. You wouldn’t have needed me anymore, right?”

“Because… my target now isn’t Su Yan.”

Wen Shiyu paused, leaning in even closer.

“The one I want to get is you.”

Fearing a misunderstanding, Wen Shiyu quickly added a mercenary motive, “After all, the Cavendish family is even more powerful than the Su family, isn’t it?”

Seraphina’s face looked a bit sour, but her reaction wasn’t huge.

“I’ve told you, you can’t control me.”

“That’s not necessarily true,” Wen Shiyu forced a “greasy” smile, “I think… you already can’t bear to leave me.”

“Otherwise, why do you take me with you wherever you go? You’re even willing to buy me clothes.”

“That’s obviously because… because of the pregnancy!” Seraphina’s face turned red as she righteously pulled out this all-purpose excuse, even turning the tables on her.

“I think you’re the one who can’t leave me anymore. Why did you suddenly change your target to me? Before, you said you wanted to sleep with me, and now you say you want me to need you.”

Wen Shiyu was instantly dumbfounded.

Seraphina had started out just arguing for the sake of it, but as she spoke, she felt like she actually had a point.

Although Omegas are more prone to relying on an Alpha’s pheromones, the gap in their grades was quite large.

It seemed someone had mentioned that a high-grade Omega’s pheromones were an irresistible temptation for a low-grade Alpha.

Thinking of this now, as she looked at the dazed Wen Shiyu in front of her, Seraphina’s heart couldn’t help but speed up.

“You’re an inferior Alpha. Your pheromones aren’t quite enough for me, but mine to you must be… very comfortable, right?”

Seraphina’s voice grew lower and lower, though her face turned even redder.

“So, the truth is that you can’t leave me, which is why you’ve been acting so strange these past few days.”

She even reached out, lightly tapping Wen Shiyu’s lips with her finger, deliberately saying:

“When we were buying clothes. You wanted to kiss me, didn’t you?”

With her lips pressed by the finger, Wen Shiyu remained dazed and said nothing.

Seraphina felt as if Wen Shiyu was guilty, making her heart beat even faster.

Wen Shiyu was actually being handled by her!

Seraphina perked up slightly, deliberately saying with a hint of disdain:

“Speaking of which, it’s my first time seeing an F-grade Alpha. How useless. I don’t even know how you managed to get me pregnant.”

Wen Shiyu’s eyes widened even further.

What?

Seraphina felt a bit guilty. Had she gone too far?

Unexpectedly, Wen Shiyu seemed to lean toward her with some urgency, her eyes bright, saying, “You’re right.”

Ah, what did that mean?

Just then, the soft lights in the cabin brightened slightly. A pilot’s announcement came over the broadcast, stating that the plane had entered a stable cruising phase and everyone was free to move about.

The well-trained flight attendants appeared at the right moment, softly asking if they needed drinks or late-night snacks.

Su Yan and Xia Te also walked over from their respective seats, and the lounge area became lively again.

Seraphina had to temporarily drop her questioning, but Wen Shiyu’s words echoed repeatedly in her mind.

She was right?

Did that mean Wen Shiyu really couldn’t leave her? Or was she admitting that her pheromones were indeed intoxicating to Wen Shiyu?

Was it… was it actually true?

Even if Wen Shiyu’s initial plan was just to use her, had she ended up falling for it herself?

Every time they had close contact before, she thought Wen Shiyu was unwilling—could it be she was actually struggling against her own attraction?

The thought made Seraphina feel a strange, tingly sense of pleasure. It was so much that she didn’t even feel particularly physically uncomfortable.

The night grew deep. After a brief conversation, everyone prepared to return to their bedroom cabins to rest and save their energy for the island trip the next day.

Seraphina stood up and found that Wen Shiyu was indeed still looking at her. It was obvious she had more to say, yet she hesitated to speak.

That look somehow reminded her of a puppy staring expectantly at its master for instructions.

The pleasure in Seraphina’s heart intensified. She deliberately ignored that gaze and gave the other woman no chance to speak, simply turning gracefully and walking toward her own bedroom cabin door.

With a soft “click,” she closed the door, shutting out Wen Shiyu and the light from the lounge.

The world suddenly went quiet, leaving only the extremely low hum of the plane’s steady flight.

The small sense of triumph Seraphina felt from cold-shouldering her quickly dissipated, replaced by a faint emptiness.

Would Wen Shiyu sneak over and knock on the door in a little while?

Seraphina pricked up her ears, listening for movement outside. However, after waiting for a moment, the corridor was silent, save for the rhythmic sounds of the plane’s operation.

Gradually, Seraphina became dissatisfied again.

Stupid inferior Alpha…

Just because the lights were out didn’t mean she couldn’t come out; she hadn’t locked the door.

Wen Shiyu was her “servant” and wanted her pheromones so badly—how could she not know to take the initiative to find her?

Even her discomfort… was because Wen Shiyu’s pheromones were too faint…

Shouldn’t she be properly compensating her?

Unconsciously, the pleasure Seraphina felt earlier transformed into more greed.

She began to want Wen Shiyu to be even more obsessed with her… to have her gaze forever fixed on her, just like before.

She wanted Wen Shiyu to kneel and kiss her, to actively beg for her pheromones, for her kiss…

She wanted to hear her say with her own lips that she couldn’t leave her.

Even just thinking about it made Seraphina’s breath catch momentarily.

Was she being a bit excessive? No, not at all.

Who told Wen Shiyu to have such bad intentions in the beginning—deliberately marking her, getting her pregnant, and wanting to use her?

Now that she had tripped herself up, wasn’t it only right?

Or rather, this was her punishment.

Wen Shiyu should be obsessed with her… addicted to her pheromones, becoming more and more unable to leave her…

On the other side, Wen Shiyu returned to her own cabin, equally unsettled.

This was the first time Seraphina had mentioned that she actually shouldn’t have been able to get her pregnant.

It felt like Xia Te’s plan was working.

If she could get Seraphina to think more about this topic, maybe she would wake up to the truth.

But at the same time, Seraphina mentioned that she should like her pheromones…

Could she… really admit to something like that?

Wen Shiyu was unsure. She instinctively wanted to ask her “strategist” Xia Te for help, but she immediately remembered she hadn’t confessed the details of her overly intimate contacts with Seraphina… The words died in her throat.

Forget it, she’d have to rely on herself. She opened her phone and started browsing various relationship topics instead.

According to the feedback:

It seemed that if someone you dislike says they want intimacy, the revulsion only grows stronger. They want to escape even more.

So, should I go with a ‘greasy,’ persistent approach?

Seraphina had just mentioned the pregnancy; it seemed they were just one step away. Wen Shiyu found herself unable to sleep.

She gently pushed open her cabin door, hesitating whether she should go find Seraphina now to continue their talk.

The moment the door opened a crack, she froze.

Under the soft night lights of the corridor, Seraphina was actually standing outside. She seemed to have just bathed, having changed into a soft, light-colored nightgown. Her pale gold hair fell over her shoulders.

Her unadorned face looked exceptionally soft in the dim light, like a fairy-tale princess who had snuck out of her chambers.

Seraphina clearly hadn’t expected to run into Wen Shiyu either.

Her footsteps stopped. She didn’t retreat to her room, nor did she speak; she just looked at Wen Shiyu, seemingly waiting for Wen Shiyu to speak first.

Wen Shiyu felt this was a good opportunity. Taking a deep breath, she walked straight toward Seraphina.

“I… did want to kiss you then.”

Seraphina seemed stunned for a moment by the directness of those words, her long lashes trembling slightly.

Wen Shiyu struck while the iron was hot, trying to loop back to the previous topic: “Because I’m an… inferior Alpha… my pheromones are almost useless…”

“To control you, I have to have more contact with you, then you will…”

Before she could finish, she saw Seraphina frown in dissatisfaction.

Seraphina stepped forward, pinched Wen Shiyu’s cheeks, and suddenly kissed her on the mouth, blocking the words Wen Shiyu was halfway through saying.

She pulled away after a moment.

“And you? How do you feel right now?”

“Huh…?” Wen Shiyu was stunned.

The cabin was silent in the middle of the night. Most of the lights were off, leaving only a few dim wall lamps.

In the long corridor, only the two of them remained.

Wen Shiyu felt her heart beating fast. It took her a long time to react to what had just happened.

“I’m asking you, what does it feel like when you kiss me?” Although Seraphina’s ears were a bit red, she still tilted her chin up proudly.

“Do you think I’m very fragrant, very beautiful?”

Wen Shiyu stood frozen in place.

Wait… is this question outside the syllabus?

Seraphina gave a small huff, feeling that Wen Shiyu was full of holes. She talked about controlling her, but after being kissed once, she couldn’t say a word.

She deliberately leaned in, lightly releasing a peach-scented pheromone. “Do you still want to kiss me?”

Wen Shiyu swallowed hard, hesitating. “Yes?”

The corners of Seraphina’s mouth curled up. “What else? What else do you want to do to me?”

Wen Shiyu looked at her, feeling her palms go sweaty. She could only quickly search her mind for an answer that might be annoying.

“I want… I want to touch your tail?”

The moment the words left her mouth, Seraphina’s ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She lowered her head, her golden hair sliding down to cover part of her face. “Rogue.”

“I don’t even have a tail for you to touch,” Seraphina’s voice was muffled.

It’s working; she hates me. Wen Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief internally.

Wen Shiyu’s gaze swept across both ends of the silent corridor. Confirming the flight attendants had returned to the service cabin to rest, she steeled herself and decided to commit to the persona.

She reached out, lightly placing her palm on Seraphina’s waist.

Then, she slowly moved it downward.

Seraphina was clearly startled.

“You… aren’t allowed.” She pressed down on Wen Shiyu’s hand. But Wen Shiyu still…

Seraphina’s face turned completely red, her breathing becoming heavy.

“What are you doing…”

Being annoying, of course.

Wen Shiyu leaned into her ear and whispered, “The tail… let me help you… maybe it’ll appear.”

“Bastard… did I let you touch me? You…”

Wen Shiyu waited for Seraphina to lose her temper and shove her hand away, but after waiting a moment…

Eh? Why isn’t she moving?

Wen Shiyu was now in a difficult position and could only continue. She was just about to reach the spot—what was she supposed to do now?

At that moment, the plane hit a patch of turbulence. Wen Shiyu lost her balance and accidentally pinned Seraphina against the wall in a “kabedon” position.