The Villain Turned Out to Be a Scummy Omega? [GL] - Chapter 29

Inside the hospital.

Lu Qinnian sat by the bedside, clutching the hand of the unconscious Song Ziqing. Her gaze was hollow as she stared blankly at the girl’s slender, pale fingers.

Qi Ling stood behind her, watching with concern. “Why don’t you get some rest? You haven’t closed your eyes all night. You drank so much before this; your body won’t be able to handle it.”

Lu Qinnian looked up at the ghastly pale Song Ziqing, her voice low and raspy. “She almost died.”

Qi Ling sighed. “The doctor already said that because she was brought in so quickly, she only needs to stay for two days before going home to recover. She just needs a light diet and a bit of peace and quiet. Don’t worry too much.”

“If we had been even a moment later, I really don’t know what would have happened,” Lu Qinnian whispered, tightening her grip on the limp, delicate hand.

Qi Ling patted her shoulder and sat down, giving the worried Lu Qinnian a small smile.

When Song Ziqing finally woke up, she felt as though her body were made of wet mud—heavy and unresponsive—while her soul seemed to be drifting just above her, light as a feather. The medicinal scent in the room helped clear her head.

Looking over, she saw Lu Qinnian sitting by the bed, her head propped on one hand as she dozed off, still holding Song Ziqing’s hand with the other.

The memories of the previous night flooded back. She had nearly died. If Lu Qinnian hadn’t arrived exactly when she did.

Lu Qinnian seemed to be sleeping fitfully. Her eyelids fluttered, and she saw Song Ziqing watching her with a weary smile.

Lu Qinnian froze. Fearing the girl would be angry, she immediately released her hand and sat back awkwardly. “Qingqing, how do you feel?”

“Dizzy… floating,” Song Ziqing whispered weakly.

Lu Qinnian jumped up to call the doctor. Song Ziqing watched her in a daze, seeing only the blurry figure of Lu Qinnian frantically questioning the medical staff.

In that moment, she felt that maybe Lu Qinnian wasn’t so bad after all. At the very least, she had truly saved her life and was genuinely worried. She felt a surge of gratitude.

Watching Song Ziqing fall back into a slumber, Lu Qinnian knit her brows, her heart aching. The doctor explained that due to the chemical catalyst, Song Ziqing’s pheromones had erupted without restraint—much like an average person using up their lifespan in a single burst. She had exhausted nearly half a lifetime’s worth of pheromones. Fortunately, she was young and could recover, but it would take time. During this period, she would be incredibly weak and uncomfortable.

Sitting by the bed, Lu Qinnian thought of her lying on that cold, damp storage room floor, helpless and terrified, and her heart broke.

Qi Ling came in with food and sat down with a grin. “I have some news that you could consider good.”

Lu Qinnian wasn’t in the mood. “Did you finish what I asked you to do?”

Qi Ling looked helpless. “Developing that kind of drug takes time, okay?”

Lu Qinnian ate her meal as if it were sawdust, ignoring her.

Qi Ling leaned in closer. “Remember last night? In that emergency, you used a kiss as a way to trigger your own pheromones to soothe her, and she woke up almost instantly. So, I ran some in-depth comparative tests.”

Lu Qinnian looked up, her gaze icy. Qi Ling immediately retracted her smile. “During my breaks from formulating the drugs, of course.”

Seeing Lu Qinnian go back to her food, Qi Ling continued, “The results show that your pheromones have a specific soothing effect on her. Compared to other Alphas, including Yan Hui, you possess a matching set of pheromone base groups that allows her to recover much faster in your presence.”

Lu Qinnian looked up with curiosity. Qi Ling laughed. “In short, you are her portable suppressant.”

Lu Qinnian looked at her expectantly. Qi Ling blinked. “What?”

“And?”

“And nothing,” Qi Ling spread her hands.

“But what about her? Isn’t she my—”

“Oh!” Qi Ling chuckled. “Isn’t she ‘universal’? She’s a portable suppressant for anyone.”

Lu Qinnian’s lip twitched, and she shot her a glare.

Qi Ling shrugged. “Hey, at least in this one regard, you won.”

Watching Lu Qinnian eat, Qi Ling added with a devious grin, “You felt it too, didn’t you? When you’re together and she smells you, she becomes exceptionally relaxed and stable. You soothe her instantly.”

“Are you that bored?” Lu Qinnian asked.

Qi Ling rolled her eyes. “Refuse to admit it then.”

She stood up to leave, sighing. “Fine, I’ll go finish the task Boss Lu assigned me.”

Stopping at the door, Qi Ling turned back with a cheeky smile. “Just remember: she likes the gentle and considerate type.”

Lu Qinnian stared at her coldly. Qi Ling laughed at the woman who looked ready to explode from emotional turmoil and fled the room.

Late that night, in a vacant apartment, two burly men stood guard at the door while two women sat inside.

Qi Ling was dressed in a white hazmat suit, wearing a silver muzzle just in case. She held an empty syringe. The woman on the sofa was clutching her arm, staring up at her in a rage.

Qi Ling spread her hands. “Miss Xie, don’t blame me. I’m just following Lu Qinnian’s orders. You know her temper—she’s a villain who never forgets a grudge.”

Xie Muqing let out a cold laugh, but her body was already beginning to burn. Qi Ling looked troubled. “It seems my formula isn’t quite as potent as the one you gave Song Ziqing. What should I do?”

“Tsk…” Qi Ling knit her brows. “I hope Lu Qinnian doesn’t make me reformulate it.”

Watching the person collapse in agony, Qi Ling smiled. “Ah, it’s working!”

She stepped forward and dragged the immobile woman off the sofa and onto the cold floor. “Sorry, but if you’re too comfortable, Lu Qinnian will find fault with my work, and she’s very annoying.”

Xie Muqing laughed through her pain. “How cruel!”

“Tsk,” Qi Ling backed away. She didn’t like being touched by Omega pheromones, especially from an Omega she disliked. “I’ve known her all these years, yet she’s actually cruel enough to want me dead! Hahahaha…” Xie Muqing curled into a ball, laughing hysterically in her pain.

Inside her protective suit, Qi Ling rolled her eyes. “Wow, where is the logic in that? If Lu Qinnian hadn’t arrived in time, you would have killed Song Ziqing. You were the one being cruel and vicious, yet you blame others for being cruel back?”

“Hmph!” Xie Muqing groaned in agony. “Song Ziqing deserved it! She… she tried to take what’s mine, so she… she had to die!”

Qi Ling was speechless. She looked with disgust at the moaning woman on the floor. She had intended to take a photo for Lu Qinnian, but seeing Xie Muqing turn ghastly pale from the pain, she decided against it. She was afraid that if Lu Qinnian saw it, she’d be reminded of Song Ziqing’s suffering and become even more enraged.

Qi Ling sat on the sofa and waited until Xie Muqing’s moans faded into silence. She stood up and gave the limp woman a nudge with her foot.

Seeing she was still breathing, Qi Ling knelt down, looked at the dazed woman with disdain, and pulled out another syringe, injecting her again.

She sat back on the sofa and waited. After a long while, Xie Muqing recovered enough to whisper, “Why didn’t you let me die?”

“Lu Qinnian isn’t that kind of person.” Qi Ling stood up, satisfied that the woman was looking relatively stable.

Xie Muqing felt a flicker of hope, thinking that perhaps she still held a small place in Lu Qinnian’s heart.

Qi Ling caught the look and spoke coldly. “The final injection ensures you survive. You’ve experienced exactly what Song Ziqing felt; consider the debt paid.”

As she walked toward the door, she stopped and gave the weakened Xie Muqing a cheeky smile. The sight of her red lips behind the silver muzzle was eerie.

“By the way, that final injection will keep you alive, but it will also make you relive that feeling of dying—without actually being able to die—repeatedly for a very long time.”

“You…”

“Eh? Miss Xie, don’t look at me. This final dose was Lu Qinnian’s specific request.”

Qi Ling looked at the woman on the floor and shrugged. “You know exactly what kind of person Lu Qinnian is and how she retaliates.”

“You should have known better, right?” Qi Ling waved as she walked out. “Good luck.”

Xie Muqing ground her teeth. “That bastard Lu Qinnian!”

The moment she spoke, her strength vanished and the agonizing sensation of wanting to die—but being unable to swept through her again. She curled into a ball, lacking even the strength to roll across the floor.

Once the pain subsided, she began to feel better, but as soon as she tried to crawl up, the agony returned, forcing her to her knees. This cycle continued, over and over…

At the hospital.

Song Ziqing opened her eyes to see Lu Qinnian sleeping by her bed. She reached out weakly to touch her face, but her hand fell back as she drifted off again. This happened several times until she finally woke up properly the next afternoon.

Lu Qinnian sat before her with a bowl of porridge, blowing on it gently. Song Ziqing looked at the plain food with disdain. “I want meat.”

“No,” Lu Qinnian said flatly.

Song Ziqing pouted. Lu Qinnian paused, looked at the weak girl, and softened her voice. “The doctor said you need a light diet for now.”

Song Ziqing reluctantly opened her mouth and swallowed the porridge, looking completely unenthusiastic.

Lu Qinnian felt her heart ache. “When you’re better, I’ll stew some meat for you.”

“You know how to cook?” Song Ziqing asked skeptically.

Lu Qinnian offered another spoonful, her gaze much softer than usual. A faint smile touched her lips. “I can learn.”

Song Ziqing smiled weakly and continued eating.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door. Yan Hui burst into the room, freezing when she saw the frail girl in the bed. “Qingqing.”

The bodyguards at the door looked at Lu Qinnian helplessly. She signaled for them to leave and looked coldly at Yan Hui.

“Qingqing, I’m so sorry. That day, I—”

“It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault,” Song Ziqing said, smiling at the guilt-ridden Yan Hui.

Lu Qinnian saw the smile and immediately shoved the spoon to the girl’s lips. Song Ziqing was forced to eat.

Yan Hui frowned. “Lu Qinnian, can’t you be a bit more gentle?”

Lu Qinnian ignored her. Yan Hui snapped, “Do you even know how to look after someone? If not, let me do it.”

Lu Qinnian looked up, her deep eyes full of hostility. Song Ziqing tugged at her sleeve. “Niannian~”

Yan Hui was stunned to see Lu Qinnian’s anger vanish instantly as she went back to calmly feeding the porridge. It was just as she thought: Lu Qinnian wanted Song Ziqing all to herself!

Yan Hui looked at Song Ziqing wistfully. “Qingqing has never called me that.”

Song Ziqing, mouth full of porridge, looked at her in confusion. Lu Qinnian let out a cold laugh. “Hmph! You and I are not the same.”

Yan Hui’s eyes went dim with disappointment. Song Ziqing panicked, swallowed her food, and shook her head. “No, no! Everyone is the same.”

Lu Qinnian looked up, and Song Ziqing shivered at her expression.

Yan Hui beamed. “I knew I held a place in your heart, Qingqing.”

“Of course,” Song Ziqing replied.

Lu Qinnian shoved another spoonful into her mouth. Looking at the stone-faced Lu Qinnian and the happy Yan Hui, Song Ziqing suddenly realized something.

Holy crap! Are they fighting over me? Yan Hui likes me? And Lu Qinnian too?!

“If you can’t do it, let me.” Yan Hui tried to take the bowl.

Lu Qinnian turned her body to block her. “This is my porridge.”

Yan Hui called out to the hallway, “Bring it in!”

Several people entered carrying various soups and porridges. Song Ziqing watched in horror as the two women sat on either side of her bed, both holding spoons to her mouth.

She gave a hollow smile. If she ate from one, the other would be furious.

“Qingqing,” Yan Hui said tenderly. “This is red bean porridge; it’s good for your blood.”

Song Ziqing leaned forward to take it, but Lu Qinnian let out a small cough.

Looking at the other spoon still waiting and Lu Qinnian’s simmering rage, Song Ziqing quickly ate Lu Qinnian’s porridge and then lunged over to eat Yan Hui’s before she could pull it back.

Seeing them prepare another spoonful, she backed away and shook her head, her mouth still full. “Full! I’m full!”

“Just one more bite,” Yan Hui urged.

Song Ziqing saw Qi Ling walk into the room and gave her a pleading look for help.

Qi Ling took one look at the situation and, without a second’s hesitation, turned and fled.

Song Ziqing: “…”

Song Ziqing pulled the covers over her head and lay down.

The two women sat there dazed, retracted their spoons, glared at each other, and stood up to keep their distance.

“President Yan, there’s no need for you to disturb Qingqing’s rest anymore, is there?” Lu Qinnian issued a dismissal.

Hiding under the covers, Song Ziqing just wanted them to leave. If they wanted to fight, they could do it outside.

Yan Hui looked at the bed. “Rest well, Qingqing. I’ll come to see you again.”

Song Ziqing let out a muffled “mm.” Lu Qinnian snapped, “If you’re going to sleep, then sleep. Why are you responding to unimportant people?”

Song Ziqing: “…”

Yan Hui let out a cold laugh. “President Lu, being this domineering will only make Qingqing hate you.”

She turned and left. Song Ziqing peeked out from the covers, only to lock eyes with Lu Qinnian’s wistful gaze. She jumped and gave a placating smile. “Niannian~”

Lu Qinnian sighed. “Can’t you just ignore her?”

“She’s been good to me; we’re friends. Why should I ignore her?”

Lu Qinnian frowned. “She has ill intentions toward you.”

Song Ziqing pulled the covers up to her nose. “And you?”

Lu Qinnian paused. “I also have ill intentions.”

With that, she turned and walked out. Song Ziqing muttered to herself, “Well, at least she’s honest.”

Lu Qinnian walked into the hallway and approached Yan Hui. Yan Hui turned to her coldly. “I didn’t realize you liked her this much, President Lu.”

“Where were you when she was in trouble?”

Yan Hui’s expression faltered. “I was allergic to the wine and fell asleep.”

“You didn’t even know you were allergic?” Lu Qinnian looked at her with indifference. “If I hadn’t found her in time, she would be dead. If that had happened, would this be your answer to me?”

Yan Hui knit her brows. “That wouldn’t have happened.”

“It did happen. And if I hadn’t been there, she’d be gone.” Lu Qinnian looked at her with disdain. “I didn’t realize the rival I’ve always respected was so stupid.”

“You—!” Yan Hui stepped forward, fists clenched.

Lu Qinnian looked at her with contempt. “What? You want to fight? I know you only approached her because of her status as a top-tier Omega—you want her to have children for the Yan family. Song Ziqing is the only one who doesn’t see your disgusting motives.”

“And you? You found out she’s an Omega and your possessiveness exploded like a madman, yet you’re lecturing me?”

“I am different from you. I truly like her,” Lu Qinnian stated firmly.

Yan Hui froze, then burst into laughter. “Wow! The word ‘like’ actually came out of Lu Qinnian’s mouth? Who are you trying to fool? Everyone knows the Eldest Miss Lu is heartless and devoid of emotion.”

“And why can’t I like her?”

Looking at the serious face, Yan Hui was taken aback. In her eyes, Lu Qinnian was a fellow businesswoman who never hid her true thoughts. Was she actually serious?

“If you want to compete, I’m ready. But if she is ever harmed because she’s with you again—regardless of whether you’re the culprit—I will destroy you along with them.”

Yan Hui stared at the ruthless Lu Qinnian. Those deep eyes were like cold lake water, filled with hostility.

“Think carefully about why you ‘accidentally’ fell asleep at such a critical moment,” Lu Qinnian said coldly before turning to leave.

Yan Hui stood rooted to the spot. “Lu Qinnian! Was this your scheme?!”

Lu Qinnian didn’t even look back. She knit her brows in disdain. “Tsk… idiot.”

Yan Hui: “…”

Xie Muqing would never help Lu Qinnian win Song Ziqing’s favor.

Xie Muqing?! Yan Hui’s eyes widened. It was her?!

“Damn it!” Yan Hui slapped her forehead. “I’m an idiot!”

She realized she had fallen into Xie Muqing’s trap. If Lu Qinnian hadn’t come, Song Ziqing would have died while she was unconscious.

Lu Qinnian took Song Ziqing home as soon as she was able. She didn’t want Yan Hui visiting her at the hospital anymore.

Song Ziqing was mostly recovered but still felt weak. In the car, she leaned back against the seat.

Lu Qinnian reached over and pulled her into her arms. Looking at the stunned girl, she said with a serious face, “Leaning on me might be more comfortable.”

Qi Ling had said she was a “portable suppressant,” after all.

Song Ziqing misunderstood the intention. Pressing against the soft chest, she gave a wicked grin. “It is indeed much softer than the seat.”

Lu Qinnian looked down at her, realized what she meant, and immediately pushed her away. She looked at the grinning girl with anger. “You… how can you say that?”

“You’re the one who told me to lean on you,” Song Ziqing said innocently.

Lu Qinnian froze, then hurriedly apologized. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”

In the front seat, Qi Ling looked in the rearview mirror as if she’d seen a ghost. Lu Qinnian was nervously apologizing while Song Ziqing looked like a piteous victim.

Panicked, Lu Qinnian pulled the weak girl back into her arms, pressing her against her chest. With a flushed face, she said shyly, “Don’t be angry. You can lean on me.”

Song Ziqing was stunned. She looked up at the woman who was awkwardly looking away and wondered, What has gotten into her? Has she had a personality transplant?

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