Transmigrated into the Villainous Scummy Alpha in a Talent Show Novel - Chapter 85

Unaware of the chief director’s distress, Lin Qi opened her eyes in confusion. Once again, she found herself in the familiar VIP ward. In just half a month, this was her second admission, and this time, it seemed even more severe. Her body, now clad in a hospital gown by Tan Yi, was covered with wires monitoring various vital signs.

Outside the window, the faint light suggested it was around five or six in the morning. It seemed last night’s finals stage had gone awry yet again.

With a resigned smile, she pulled off the wires and removed the device clipped to her index finger, unsure of its purpose. Weak and unsteady, Lin Qi got out of bed and drew back the other half of the curtain. As the sunlight grew brighter, her pale face reflected clearly in the smooth mirror.

What exactly was wrong with her?

She had only asked the makeup artist to curl her hair, how had she ended up fainting?

Slipping into her slippers, Lin Qi noticed the bitter taste of medicine in her mouth. Deciding not to dwell on it for now, she headed to the bathroom to wash up.

The mirror before her was crystal clear, yet the woman staring back seemed almost unfamiliar. She didn’t know how to describe it, though it was undeniably her face, it looked as if it had matured overnight. Her naturally sharp and striking features now carried an intimidating aura when expressionless.

After washing her face, her ink-black brows appeared even darker, and a faint flush returned to her pale cheeks. As she brushed aside the hair draped over her shoulders, she suddenly noticed a small bump on the back of her neck.

Curious, she reached out with her index finger to touch it and instantly, her legs nearly gave way. Staring at her slightly flushed cheeks in the mirror, she was stunned. Was this the gland from the ABO universe?!

Had she, presented last night?

Tentatively, she tried releasing a bit of her pheromones. The sweet, delicate scent of lychee instantly filled the bathroom. Lin Qi sniffed the air, somewhat satisfied. Though it wasn’t the sophisticated “cedarwood” or “white tea” fragrances often glorified in ABO novels, at least it wasn’t the harsh sting of tobacco.

Besides, she actually quite liked lychees. She just wondered if Jiang Ming would feel the same.

Wait, where was Jiang Ming?

Normally, if she were hospitalized, that girl would be by her side, wouldn’t she?

A pang of inexplicable disappointment hit her. Sighing, Lin Qi looked around but couldn’t find a face towel. Resigned, she lifted the hem of her hospital gown to wipe the remaining water droplets from her face, revealing her flat, slender stomach and the sleek, sensual curve of her waistline.

Just then, a knock sounded at her door.

Wondering who could be visiting so early, she lowered the blue-and-white striped hospital shirt and opened the door. Expecting to see her mother, father, or perhaps a staff member delivering breakfast, she was instead met with Jiang Ming, who also looked unwell.

Dressed in an identical albeit smaller hospital gown, the person at the door froze. The first thought that came to mind was, “Why are you hospitalized too?”

Her throat tightened as the taller figure blocked the doorway, but the petite girl quickly slipped inside. Jiang Ming pressed her lips together and murmured softly, “I presented.”

“Huh?”

Lin Qi distinctly remembered that in the original story, the female lead had presented on her twentieth birthday. How had she and Jiang Ming synchronized their presentations here?

“I presented. As an omega. And you’re an alpha.”

Repeating herself, Jiang Ming looked up at the bewildered woman before her. Shyness flickered in her eyes, but beneath it was a stubborn determination. “Mark me.”

Even more bewildered, had her arrival accelerated the divergence between the two of them?

Lin Qi was still tangled in the differences between the world she found herself in and the original story, so she didn’t immediately catch the low murmur that escaped Jiang Ming’s throat.

“What did you say?”

But ever since she arrived, too many things had changed. By the time she decided to stop overthinking it, she noticed Jiang Ming had already grown sullen, sitting on the bed with her arms crossed, deliberately avoiding her gaze.

“What’s wrong?”

Walking over, Lin Qi placed her hands on Jiang Ming’s shoulders and leaned down slightly until their eyes were level. “You just mentioned marking, didn’t you?”

“You misheard.”

Still stubbornly turning her head away, refusing to meet Lin Qi’s eyes, Jiang Ming clenched the blue-and-white striped hospital pants in her fists. For a moment, she regretted knocking on the door of her hospital room with ulterior motives.

One hand slid from Jiang Ming’s shoulder to her soft jaw, gently coaxing her to turn her head. Lin Qi then pressed a light kiss to her slightly dry lips just a fleeting, reassuring touch before pulling away. Lowering her voice, she asked, “Let me scent your pheromones, okay?”

She could clearly feel the body beneath her hands tremble. With her other hand still resting on Jiang Ming’s shoulder, Lin Qi brushed aside the pink hair and touched the nape of her neck, where a suppressant patch was adhered. The slight bulge yielded slightly under her fingertips. Sensing Jiang Ming’s suppressed shivers and the soft, overwhelmed whimper in her throat, Lin Qi resisted the urge to tear off the patch. Instead, she kissed Jiang Ming’s smooth forehead and murmured, “Is this okay?”

Somehow, post-differentiation Lin Qi seemed far more alluring. Jiang Ming lowered her head, her calves tensing slightly. Slowly, she raised one hand and peeled off the suppressant patch on her scent gland herself.

Instantly, the crisp scent of fresh rain filled the air, a cool yet intoxicating aura enveloping the two of them. Lin Qi moved the concealing pink hair to the other shoulder and gently kissed the feverish, slightly swollen gland.

Jiang Ming shuddered violently, letting out a shy, kitten-like whimper as she wrapped her arms tightly around the troublemaker’s waist.

Lin Qi’s canines gradually lengthened. Drawing on her understanding of the ABO world, she carefully pierced the gland where the cool scent emanated. The fragrance of lychee mingled with the rainforest air as the two completed the most intimate bond.

Main World.

Jiang Ming’s office.

Having watched the entire marking process on the large screen, Captain Lin Xiao, who had only come to fetch Professor Jiang for dinner as usual crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Seems the experiment was a success?”

“Mhm.”

Even though it was her alternate self who had been kissed into submission, Jiang Ming inexplicably flushed. She hurriedly shut off the computer, an uncharacteristic fluster in her demeanor. “Y-yes.”

“So, when are you calling off the engagement?”

“What?”

Leaning lazily against the doorframe, Lin Xiao tilted her chin up, feigning nonchalance. “You don’t like Song En, do you? Since we’ve proven fate can be changed, when are you planning to break off the engagement with Song En?”

The only person who could wear a crisp police uniform with both authority and a roguish charm had to be his childhood friend. Jiang Ming suppressed his pounding heart, lowering his gaze to avoid meeting those affectionate eyes, hiding his anticipation beneath calm words. “Do you really care that much?”

“Of course. Now that you’ve called off the engagement with her, how about being with me instead?”