Transmigrated into an Omega to Date a Female Alpha - Chapter 2

The evening light was thin, orange sunlight spreading over the dense skyline of high-rises. The heat-laden wind blew against polished glass that reflected it all but allowed not a trace inside. Rows of nearly identical office workers sat in uniform order under the soft hum of the air conditioning.

Sighs filled the air one after another. Despite it being Friday, the atmosphere was tense, as if the anticipation of the weekend hadn’t touched a single soul. Everyone kept their heads down, typing away—click-clack, tap-tap.

Sheng Mian sat quietly in a corner seat, a perfect spot for slacking off. She glanced at the time: 5:45 PM, fifteen minutes to go. Standing up with her trash can in hand, she figured taking it out would kill some time.

Back at her desk, she squeezed a blob of hand cream onto her palms. 5:57 PM—perfect. She shut her computer down, unplugged it, grabbed her employee badge, patted on some powder with her compact, and looked around.

No one else had moved.

Her intentionally light footsteps echoed conspicuously in the tense silence. She even felt like her breathing had slowed to match the mood. Just a few days ago, she’d been forced to stay late with the others until eight. But today was Friday—finally. And as an intern, she wasn’t about to let herself get dragged down again.

Stepping out of the office, she instantly felt relief. Even though the crowd bustled shoulder to shoulder, nobody seemed to care about personal space anymore. The only thing on their minds was getting home.

Friday night was a good excuse to treat herself. Instead of squeezing into the subway, Sheng Mian booked a shared Didi ride, sat in the company lobby under the air-conditioning, and scrolled for food delivery.

Using a discount coupon, she ordered an ultra-luxurious mala tang feast.

After the meal, she took a quick shower, curled into bed under the AC set at 26°C, and opened her browser.

That afternoon, her college friend had sent her a novel recommendation.

“The protagonist has the same name as you! Go read it, what if you end up transmigrating?”

Though she knew transmigration was nonsense, Sheng Mian was curious. She searched the title, read the summary and the next thing she knew, her eyelids were closing against her will. Full stomach, soft bed—it was the perfect storm for sleep. It was only 9 PM; she figured she’d nap for an hour and get up again. No way she was wasting a precious Friday night.

She thought about setting an alarm but she was just too tired.

Then came the cold. Strangely, bone-deep cold, like the AC had turned into icy fog. Her body felt heavy, limbs numb, and it was getting colder by the second.

The blanket, so heavy!

Her chest grew tight, she couldn’t breathe.

“Ah!!”

A silent scream.

Suddenly, water rushed into her nose and mouth. Panic. She forced her eyes open—the sting was unbearable.

Everything around her was glowing an eerie blue. She was underwater.

She couldn’t swim.

The surface broke into waves from her frantic flailing. Dread filled her—was her short, not-so-happy life really ending here?

The pool slowly calmed. A boy watching from the side frowned.

He remembered Sheng Mian could swim.

Splash!

The boy dove in.

By then, Sheng Mian’s mind was foggy. Through the shimmering blue water, she saw a beautiful but panicked boy swimming toward her before everything faded to gray.

Sheng Yichen dragged her to the edge and struggled to haul her up.

Sunlight made her face look even paler. His hands trembled as he began CPR, just like he’d learned in school. Sweat or water dripped endlessly from his brow.

“Yichen! Yichen!”

Zhao Manwen rushed over. “Why isn’t she responding?”

She fell to her knees, all pretense of elegance gone. “What happened to Mianmian?”

Sheng Yichen’s lips were pressed tight. Minutes of CPR had done nothing. Sheng Mian still wasn’t waking up. Manwen’s sobs filled the air.

“Call 120 now!” he barked.

The emergency room light flicked on. Sheng Yichen sat dumbly, shocked. Zhao Manwen paced relentlessly, hair disheveled.

“What happened?”

She demanded answers.

How had things gone so wrong?

Just an hour ago, Sheng Yichen had found Sheng Mian reclining on a deck chair.

“Enough already! My mom bends over backwards for you, and you repay her with nothing but that sour face!”

Sheng Mian raised an eyebrow coldly.

“Why should I be nice to the homewrecker?”

“She married in, she knew what to expect.”

Sheng Mian stood, glaring down at her half-brother.

“Two years ago, you two moved in. My mother died that very same day. What a coincidence, huh?”

“As long as I’m around, don’t expect peace.”

The pool reflected a flash of light in her eyes. She blinked, then smiled.

Sheng Yichen found himself yanked toward the water’s edge.

“What do you think your mom would do if you drowned right here?”

She trembled with morbid glee at her own dark thought.

Her grip on his collar tightened. He believed her, she meant to drown him.

“If your mother took my mother’s life, then you can pay for it with yours.”

Their scuffle ended with a loud splash, Sheng Mian fell into the pool.

Sheng Yichen turned to leave. After all, she knew how to swim. But as the water kept splashing behind him, something felt off.

It was a hot day. His shirt clung to his back, sticky with sweat but he didn’t stop.

“Guangwen, you’re here!”

Zhao Manwen rushed to her husband like a drowning person grabbing a lifeline.

“How is Mianmian? What happened?”

Sheng Guangwen wiped sweat from his brow.

Sheng Yichen lowered his head.

“We argued. She fell into the pool.”

Guangwen sighed, exhausted. Family fights had aged him terribly these past two years.

“But she can swim,  how could this happen?”

The doctor finally came out.

“She’s stable but her pheromone levels are chaotic. There may be neurological damage.”

Just as they started to breathe again, new dread set in.

Sheng Yichen’s heart turned to ice. What if she became brain-damaged? What if?

He followed his parents into the hospital room on trembling legs. He hated this half-sister but this wasn’t the ending he wanted.

Sheng Mian’s brain stirred.

“Welcome, Host, to ‘Quick Transmigration: Return to the Nest.’ Your mission: create a happy ending. Once achieved, the world will shut down.”

She looked around, empty.

“Hello? What the hell is this?”

Silence. Was that a dream?

She took a step forward.

“System? Hello? AI? Bro?”

Still nothing.

Suddenly, light flashed. A harsh white bulb lit up overhead.

“Mianmian, how do you feel?”

Sheng Guangwen’s nervous voice pulled her back.

She blinked slowly, her dry eyes scanning the room. Two strangers. The man in a wrinkled luxury suit. A woman with red-rimmed eyes clutching his arm.

Sheng Yichen hid behind them, avoiding eye contact.

“Who are you?”

The man froze.

“I’m your father.”

His warm hand wrapped around hers but her confused gaze confirmed her words.

Zhao Manwen seemed on the verge of tears.

“Do you remember him?” she asked gently, nudging her son forward.

Sheng Mian smiled. “Yes.”

Sheng Yichen looked stunned. “You remember me?”

“You saved me.” Sheng Nian said.

Just like that, joy turned cold.

She’d lost her memory.

She noticed the blue wristband—name, age, gender.

Sheng Mian. 18. Omega.

So, she had transmigrated into the novel. But what counted as a happy ending?

No more answers came.

She drifted back to sleep.

When she woke again, the sky outside was dim. She walked to the mirror and stared.

It was her own youthful face. Black hair falling to her shoulders, wide almond eyes reflecting carefully.

The door opened. Sheng Guangwen rushed in.

“Doctor says you need rest.”

He set up the bedside table. Zhao Manwen brought out a pale blue lunchbox filled with mild, nutritious food.

“Your aunt made this,” she said with a soft smile.

Aunt? Sheng Mian thought. A remarried family?

She sipped the soup. Sweet.

“Thank you, Auntie. It’s delicious.” Sheng Mian said.

Zhao Manwen looked overwhelmed.

“If you like it, I’ll make more next time.”

They watched her eat in complete silence. The pressure made her sweat.

“The doctor said your memory loss is from pheromone disruption. With rest, you’ll recover. You can go home in two days.”

Sheng Nian nodded. “Where,where’s my little brother?”

She’d never had family growing up. The words felt foreign.

“We scolded him. He’s grounded for now.” Sheng Guangwen said.

So it was related to Sheng Yichen. Yet earlier, his concern had felt genuine. The adults too, clearly caring.

Two days later, Sheng Mian was taken home.

Their car drove through tree-lined paths and stopped at a small villa.

She hadn’t expected wealth.

Inside, sleek design and understated luxury. Sheng Yichen sat on the couch, standing quickly when he saw her.

Zhao Manwen coughed. Sheng Yichen finally stepped forward. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have argued with you by the pool.”

“That’s all you got from your reflection?” Zhao Manwen smacked his back. “No fighting. Get along. Respect each other.”

“Got it, Mom,” Sheng Yichen mumbled and ran upstairs.

He couldn’t act like nothing happened. Couldn’t pretend her amnesia erased everything.

But if she could treat his mother with respect from now on.

Maybe they could move on.