The Popular Darling Says She’s Pregnant with My Child - Chapter 5

The Transmigration Diary 5

Su Yan looked at Seraphina by her side with a look of confusion, her lips moving slightly as if she wanted to ask something.

However, Seraphina’s gaze remained fixed entirely on Wen Shiyu. Su Yan could only swallow her words.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wen Shiyu had no choice.

She picked up her meal tray and, amidst countless staring eyes, braced herself to cross half the dining hall and head up to the second-floor gallery.

Only when she arrived before them did Seraphina finally shift her gaze, looking down slightly at the empty seat opposite her. “Sit.”

“…”

Wen Shiyu sat down.

The surrounding whispers were becoming almost impossible to suppress.

Why would Seraphina actively call for Wen Shiyu? Hasn’t she always been too bothered to pay her any mind?

According to the usual script, it was always Wen Shiyu who forced a confrontation.

But the eerie thing was that this time, after the two sat facing each other, they fell into silence.

Seraphina continued eating her breakfast, while Wen Shiyu clutched her dry piece of bread, staying incredibly quiet.

Could it be that Seraphina suddenly showed mercy and forgave Wen Shiyu?

But her expression toward Wen Shiyu was cold, and she showed absolutely no intention of sharing her food.

“I know! This is a more sophisticated form of humiliation. Making Wen Shiyu sit clearly before a true daughter of heaven to let her see the difference between ‘cloud and mud,’ savoring that omnipresent, suffocating sense of distance, and letting her wither in self-shame during the silence!”

Many onlookers felt a sudden realization, believing they had grasped the deeper meaning, and nodded to themselves.

However, at this moment, four people sat at the table: the beautiful Seraphina, the handsome Su Yan, the quirky Xia Te, and… Wen Shiyu, who, despite being bare-faced and unadorned, looked unexpectedly much better.

The scene actually possessed a strange sense of harmony; the more one looked, the more pleasing it was to the eye, making it hard to look away.

Is this the true complete form of our academy’s ‘Visual F4’?

The students thinking this shook their heads violently, startled by their own thoughts.

No, no, Wen Shiyu doesn’t deserve to be with the other three!

Wen Shiyu didn’t know what everyone was thinking; she certainly didn’t feel any “self-shame.”

But she was indeed restless.

She tried to shift, looking for an excuse to leave, but Seraphina swept a glance over her.

“…” Wen Shiyu had no choice but to sit firmly again.

Xia Te blinked her golden eyes, her gaze darting back and forth between Seraphina and Wen Shiyu.

“Seraphina,” she suddenly spoke. “Have you been feeling unwell these past few days? Your face looks a bit… pale.”

The fingers Seraphina used to hold her silver fork tightened almost imperceptibly.

She couldn’t deny it, so she said vaguely, “Mhm, a little.”

Su Yan immediately cast a worried look. “You barely ate anything last night. Is your appetite that bad? You should at least eat a bit more this morning.”

As she spoke, she gently pushed a small plate of fruit that looked easier to eat toward Seraphina.

Wen Shiyu kept her eyes down the whole time, staring at the pathetic slice of bread on her plate as if she could make flowers grow out of it.

Both of these people in the plot were interested in Seraphina; she didn’t want to reveal any special connection with Seraphina in this kind of setting.

But the air suddenly became exceptionally quiet.

Sensing something, Wen Shiyu lifted her eyes and met Seraphina’s gaze head-on.

The girl was frowning at her while stuffing a small piece of fried egg into her mouth, chewing forcefully.

It was as if she were reluctantly using Wen Shiyu as a “side dish” to help her eat.

Wen Shiyu: “…?”

Su Yan’s attention was entirely on Seraphina, worried only about her eating. Meanwhile, Xia Te’s probing gaze lingered on Wen Shiyu for much longer.

Fortunately, Seraphina seemed to eat a relatively normal portion for breakfast.

Until they finished eating, Wen Shiyu remained seated with her head down, not moving.

When Seraphina stood up to pass by, she seemed to intentionally slow down. Her gaze felt substantial, as if wrapping around Wen Shiyu entirely. She gave a low-voiced reminder, sounding somewhat dissatisfied.

“6 o’clock.”

That meant no later than six, she had to bring the “solution” to meet her.

“…” Didn’t she say seven o’clock before?

Before Wen Shiyu could respond, Seraphina had already resumed her normal pace and left her side. It was as if that brief pause and whisper had never happened, and she soon left the restaurant with her friends.

After walking some distance, Su Yan finally couldn’t help but ask softly:

“Seraphina, if you didn’t want to eat with her, why did you specifically call her over just now?”

“It’s nothing.” Seraphina vaguely clutched her stomach. Though she tried her best to appear normal, a bit of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

It’s so miserable. A pregnancy without the companion’s presence is actually this painful.

Just now, when Wen Shiyu was sitting next to her, she could manage to swallow. Now that she had left, she actually felt like vomiting again.

So annoying…

6:00 PM.

Wen Shiyu carried her backpack, her hat pulled low, almost covering half her face. She carefully avoided the crowds all the way until she finally arrived in front of the dormitory building where Seraphina lived.

The dormitory conditions at St. Windsor were already superior. Wen Shiyu’s single room with a private bath was considered comfortable.

Seraphina’s, however, was an exaggeration; rather than a dormitory, it was more like several villas connected together.

Wen Shiyu rang the doorbell, and the person who opened the door was actually a doctor wearing a white lab coat.

However, it wasn’t Dr. Frank, but a lady.

The female doctor didn’t seem to need her to introduce herself and led her into the living room.

“Miss, Wen Shiyu is here.”

Seraphina was currently sitting with her legs tucked in a large sofa. Seeing her enter, she shifted uncomfortably, her face devoid of expression.

But looking closely, one could see she was even paler than in the morning, with faint blue shadows under her eyes, and her naturally full lip color had turned pale.

Wen Shiyu sat in the single sofa opposite her.

Seraphina didn’t bother with pleasantries and went straight to the point, her voice carrying a trace of imperceptible weakness: “So, did you think of a way?”

Wen Shiyu’s throat felt dry. She slowly took off her backpack and, under the gaze of Seraphina and the doctor, awkwardly pulled out that bottle from her bag…

Plum wine.

Seraphina’s brow furrowed instantly, her light-colored eyes filled with confusion and displeasure.

“…What is the meaning of this?”

Wen Shiyu braced herself. “I need a little alcohol to help me relax. Only then can I better… uh, release pheromones.”

Seraphina scrutinized her, the suspicion in her eyes growing stronger. But perhaps because her body was truly uncomfortable, she eventually just turned her face away impatiently, her tone blunt:

“…Whatever you want. Hurry up.”

“Mhm…” Wen Shiyu unscrewed the cap, and the rich, sweet scent of plum wine immediately wafted out.

She took a few sips and peeked at Seraphina. The other girl just frowned slightly.

There was no sign of her “smelling pheromones” at all.

Did Plan A fail?

Wen Shiyu pursed her lips, poured a small glass, and pushed it in front of Seraphina.

“How about… you have a little bit too?”

Seraphina turned back in surprise.

“What are you saying? I’m pregnant.”

“…” Wen Shiyu was choked up.

Her silence made Seraphina even more displeased. How could she forget the common knowledge that pregnant women can’t drink?

Wen Shiyu was simply too careless!

“And why exactly do you have to drink?”

“Uh, it’s to ease the atmosphere…” Wen Shiyu could only try to explain again.

“There is no need for any ‘easing of atmosphere’ between us. This is a transaction, Wen Shiyu!”

“I know it’s a transaction… but when you’re like this, so aggressive, it’s very scary. It’s really not conducive to me relaxing…”

“Scary?” Seraphina sat up straight.

From childhood until now, the evaluations others gave her were nothing more than “beautiful” or “elegant.” No one had ever used “scary” to describe her.

“Yeah,” Wen Shiyu was basically racking her brains at this point, saying whatever came to mind.

“I already can’t release pheromones properly, and you’re still being so pushy… you don’t look like an Omega at all.”

Seraphina’s face turned red with anger.

“Clearly, it’s you who is incompetent.” No Alpha had ever said she didn’t look like an Omega!

“Right, I am incompetent,” Wen Shiyu admitted with abnormal frankness.

“I can’t release pheromones for you. But I really want to succeed, too. I really want to succeed!”

As she spoke, she tilted her head back and drained the rest of the plum wine in the glass. She even intentionally let the deep purple liquid slide down the corner of her lips, splashing onto her white school uniform shirt.

She could even smell the scent of plum wine on herself.

However, Seraphina opposite her still had no reaction.

Wen Shiyu was truly out of moves.

“Why don’t you just take one tiny sip…”

Seraphina was so angry she was speechless; she really wanted to throw Wen Shiyu out.

“I’ll say it one more time. I will not drink, and my patience is limited.”

Just as Seraphina was about to lose her temper, Wen Shiyu suddenly leaned toward her.

Wen Shiyu didn’t know that the alcohol content of this plum wine wasn’t low.

Since she had drunk it so fast and urgently just now, she was starting to get drunk.

Because she was anxious, she simply stood up and approached Seraphina, almost pressing her face against the other girl’s neck, asking unclearly: “Look closer and smell? Nothing at all?”

Seraphina’s body stiffened instantly, as if frozen by the sudden proximity.

The warm, alcohol-scented breath of another person brushed against the skin of her neck, bringing a wave of unfamiliar trembling.

She should have immediately pushed this rude fellow away, but her body seemed to have its own will and didn’t dodge.

“…Nothing,” she heard her own dry voice say.

“Is there really nothing at all?” Wen Shiyu lifted her head, her eyes rimmed with red from the alcohol, her whole being emitting the cloying sweetness of plum wine.

This anxious appearance actually made Seraphina waver a bit. Could what she said be true? That she really can’t control her pheromones because of a ‘defect’?

Wen Shiyu bit her lip, seemingly wanting to drink more, and reached for the bottle.

“What on earth are you doing?” Unable to bear it any longer, Seraphina reached out to snatch the glass from her hand.

However, she underestimated Wen Shiyu’s current sense of balance. As soon as their hands touched, Wen Shiyu actually fell straight forward, and without missing a beat, her whole body crashed into Seraphina’s embrace.

Seraphina let out a muffled groan as she was knocked back against the sofa cushions, while Wen Shiyu clung to her like an octopus.

Unfamiliar weight and body heat transferred through the thin layers of clothing. Seraphina’s cheeks and ears flushed deep red instantly. “You! Get up!”

Wen Shiyu, however, didn’t seem to realize at all that she was currently sprawled over the academy’s princess in an inappropriate posture.

She dizzily rubbed her aching forehead, her nose unconsciously nuzzling into the crook of the other’s neck, mumbling.

“Smell more carefully… I can even smell peaches.”

Seraphina’s whole body froze, and her heart skipped several beats in an instant.

Her pheromones were indeed the sweet scent of honey peaches. This fact had always made her feel a secret sense of chagrin, feeling it didn’t match the image the eldest daughter of the Cavendish family should have, so she rarely mentioned it of her own accord.

And now Wen Shiyu just had to point it out. How annoying.

The heat on Seraphina’s face was alarming. She wanted to sternly scold Wen Shiyu for her rudeness, wanted to forcefully push this drunkard off her body, but when the words reached her lips, she found she couldn’t make a proper sound.

Recently, due to the pregnancy and the extreme craving for the “marking Alpha’s pheromones,” her body and spirit were in a state of abnormal dissatisfaction.

Even if the Alpha didn’t actively release pheromones, this kind of close, warm physical contact could produce a soothing effect.

That miserable feeling seemed to be suppressed a little, and her tensed nerves relaxed for a moment.

This uncontrollable sense of dependence on the “culprit” made her feel extremely embarrassed.

The tips of her ears were red enough to bleed. Her fingers tightly gripped the fabric of Wen Shiyu’s sleeve, squeezing so hard her knuckles turned white, wanting to push the person away.

But… the motion of pushing away only went halfway.

Seraphina bit her lip hard, her face completely flushed and her breathing unsteady. In the end, she still let go of the hand that was pushing outward.