Transmigrated As an Alpha, The Female Lead Cried in My Arms. - Chapter 3

After unilaterally kicking Gan Lu out of the group, Pei Suyu had settled in, waiting for the girl to stir up trouble at school. She was fully prepared to face an inquiry from the administration—and if things got too ugly, she was ready to resign and skip town.

To her disappointment, however, her expectations fell flat.

She finished her online lectures with calm composure, found time for lunch, and even managed a leisurely afternoon nap. When her alarm went off at two o’clock, she checked her phone only to find that, regretfully, absolutely nothing had happened.

This was highly uncharacteristic of Gan Lu’s spoiled, haughty personality.

Pei Suyu rubbed her temples, feeling a dull ache. She reached for the phone on her nightstand and realized it had been vibrating silently for hours, buried under a literal bombardment of messages from Gan Lu.

First, there were a string of private requests to rejoin the group.

The honorifics shifted from “Teacher Pei” to “Pei Suyu”… and eventually settled on “Pei the Bastard.”

Pei Suyu felt a headache coming on just looking at the name. To her, Gan Lu was a ticking time bomb with no safe place to detonate, and there was a high probability it would blow up right in her face.

As she hesitated, a video call request popped up. Without looking, she knew it was Gan Lu. The girl possessed a truly pathological level of stubbornness.

Pei Suyu felt a spark of curiosity. Why hadn’t the heiress pressured the school to fire her? What was she trying to achieve by being so persistent? She adjusted herself into a comfortable semi-reclined position and hit “Accept.” The screen flickered to life, revealing Gan Lu’s startled little face.

Gan Lu froze. She looked like a deer in the headlights, her face turning a bright, silly red as she stared at the screen like a frozen emoji.

“Something the matter?” Pei Suyu asked, unimpressed.

“Te… Teacher Pei,” Gan Lu mumbled, looking down. A second later, as if remembering her mission, she snapped her head up and raised her voice. “Why did you kick me out?!”

“Didn’t you say you didn’t like the lectures? That class was better spent sleeping? Why stay in the group then?” Pei Suyu narrowed her eyes, her voice dropping an octave. “And you even called your teacher ‘Pei the Bastard’—”

For some reason, the moment Pei Suyu turned stern, Gan Lu’s courage evaporated. She pouted pitifully. “Well, you were ignoring me! I sent so many messages and you didn’t reply, and you wouldn’t let me in the group! What was I supposed to do?”

Pei Suyu: “I don’t want to teach you.”

The honesty was brutal. It left the young heiress reeling. “Why?!”

“I don’t like students who are both dim-witted and rude.”

Pei Suyu felt a sense of liberation finally speaking her mind. If a student was smart but rude, a teacher could tolerate it. If they were dim but polite, a teacher would be happy to help. But someone who was dim, rude, and a magnet for trouble? A teacher’s best move was to run as far as possible.

Gan Lu’s eyes went wide. Her face flushed a strange, angry red. “You… you called me dim?”

“Fine, you’re not dim. The point is the rudeness.” Pei Suyu didn’t want to continue this bickering. “If that’s all, we’re done. And don’t message this account anymore. It belongs to the previous teacher; I won’t be using it after today.”

Pei Suyu hung up immediately. On the other end, Gan Lu was on the verge of an explosion.

Her pheromones were surging wildly.

She didn’t know why, but the moment the video connected and she saw Pei Suyu, her heart had started racing uncontrollably. Her pheromones began to shift through scents like a malfunctioning air freshener.

At first, it was sweet, milky strawberry.

That was when she thought Pei Suyu was going to explain the kick—maybe it was an accident?

Then, it shifted to faint mimosa.

That was when she thought Pei Suyu was angry about the “Bastard” comment. She had been a little bit scared. Just a tiny bit.

Finally, it turned into furious, spicy chili.

That was when Pei Suyu explicitly called her dim. She dared to call her dim! Gan Lu was livid.

Her face was beet red, and Pei Suyu’s insults looped in her brain like a broken record. Her breathing grew shallow, and the chaotic swirl of pheromones began to swallow her logic.

“AH—!”

With a scream of pure frustration, she fainted.

When Gan Feng pushed the door open and saw her daughter collapsed on the floor, she panicked. She immediately called in a team of specialists. The Great Deer Building descended into total chaos.

An hour later, the city’s top experts were gathered at the hospital for a consultation. When Gan Lu finally came to, someone was peeling back her eyelids. She was subjected to a battery of tests, and finally, the elite medical team reached a diagnosis.

Pheromone Disorder Syndrome.

Neither the “slacker” Gan Lu nor the elite-educated Gan Feng had ever heard of such a thing. They looked at the experts in confusion.

“This condition is usually a lingering side effect triggered by an external trauma,” the specialist explained. “The manifestations vary. Some Omegas release scents that are hyper-attractive to Alphas; others become unresponsive to Alphas but are drawn to other Omegas. We need further observation.”

Gan Feng immediately pulled her daughter into a hug. “Baby, are you hurting anywhere? Tell the doctors. Mommy will get you fixed, no matter what.”

Gan Lu hesitated. “Is it… is it a side effect if my scent keeps changing?”

“Could you be specific?” The specialist caught the detail instantly.

Gan Lu described the two times her scent had fluctuated wildly, including how Pei Suyu had saved her after she was drugged. One expert, wearing thick glasses, hummed in thought. “Do you like this person?”

“Impossible!” Gan Lu blurted out. “How could I like her? She called me dim! I hate her guts!”

The expert smiled and rephrased the question. “Does this person make you feel… safe?”

Gan Lu knit her brows. As annoying as Pei Suyu was, between the rescue, the hospital, and the taxi money, she was undeniably a “good person.” She felt safe. Unwillingly, she nodded. “I guess.”

The experts asked a series of careful questions. The more Gan Lu answered, the weirder she felt. Finally, the lead doctor asked: “Do you find yourself wanting to grab this person’s attention? Do you feel you need to be near them to feel secure?”

Gan Lu opened her mouth to argue, but no words came out.

The expert didn’t push. “It appears to be Stimulus-Induced Dependency Pheromone Disorder. When the patient underwent a traumatic event, they developed a psychological dependency on the person who helped them. This mental state is triggering the pheromone shifts.”

“Specifically,” the doctor continued, “the pheromones change according to the patient’s mood. When interacting with the ‘dependent,’ the patient will subconsciously cycle through different scents to ‘test’ the other person’s preferences—all to attract their attention and gain a sense of security.”

As Gan Lu listened, she felt more and more like her pheromones were just being a pathetic “simp.” “Hurry up and cure me!” she grumbled. “I’m not trying to attract that jerk’s attention!”

“No rush. Rest first, and we’ll hold a conference to study the treatment plan.”

As the experts filed out, the leader gave Gan Feng a meaningful look. After comforting her daughter, Gan Feng followed them to the Vice President’s office.

“Director Chen,” Gan Feng asked anxiously, “how serious is this?”

Director Chen, a renowned medical genius in his fifties, owed much of his success to the Great Deer Group’s long-term funding. He was deeply grateful to Gan Feng. He handed her the charts, his face grim. “This can be a small matter or a very large one. However…”

“Just say it,” Gan Feng sighed. “I can handle it.”

“Long-term pheromone instability can lead to fertility issues,” Chen explained. “Especially since Gan Lu has just reached maturity. The impact will only grow. Our recommendation is to stabilize her emotions and minimize the frequency of these ‘disorder’ episodes while we research a cure.”

Gan Feng’s sharp mind caught the implication immediately. “So, the ‘dependent person’ is crucial to Lu Lu’s emotional stability?”

Director Chen nodded.

“I see. Thank you for taking care of her.” Gan Feng’s eyes narrowed. She already had a plan.

She stepped into the hall and made a call. “Principal Li? I heard Lu Lu has a new homeroom teacher. Could you give me her contact information? I have a matter to discuss.”

Pei Suyu, completely unaware that the plot had officially gone off the rails, was stunned when her phone rang. When the caller identified herself, she frowned. “CEO Gan? May I ask why you’re calling?”

Gan Feng didn’t beat around the bush. She explained Gan Lu’s condition. Pei Suyu wasn’t stupid; she could hear the subtext. They wanted her to play along and act as a “stabilizer” to reduce the girl’s pheromone flare-ups.

She had no desire to touch that mess with a ten-foot pole, so she played dumb.

“Teacher Pei, you already performed a great service by saving Lu Lu. I shouldn’t ask for more,” Gan Feng said, though her tone shifted. “But the poor child has had a hard life. Could you really bear to watch a girl in the prime of her youth lose her chance to have a family?”

Pei Suyu remained silent. Her instincts told her this was the start of a classic “trap.”

“The doctors say you have a massive influence on her emotions,” Gan Feng continued. “I know Lu Lu has a temper, so I ask for your patience. I don’t know what you like, but I cannot leave such a debt unpaid. I’ve already transferred one million yuan to your account for your current expenses.”

Ping. Pei Suyu’s phone chimed. A text notification: Balance increased by 1,000,000 CNY.

Gan Feng went on. “My poor daughter… who knows if she’ll ever be whole again. If you’re willing to help, I’d gladly give you a hundred million.”

Key phrase: A hundred million.

Without giving Pei Suyu a chance to refuse, Gan Feng closed the deal. “Are you free now? Could you come to the hospital to see Lu Lu?”

Pei Suyu looked at the million in her account. She was silent for a brief moment.

“I can.”

Don’t ask why she agreed. The answer was simply that the money was too much and Gan Feng was too polite. Holding that much money without doing anything felt like it would burn a hole in her pocket.

I’ll just go take a look, she thought. After all, I’m technically the one who ‘insulted’ her into the hospital.

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