Transmigrated And Became An Omega [ABO]

The next day, around noon, Shi Yue woke up in the large bed of the bedroom.

She moved slightly, only to feel an aching weakness in her lower body, as though it no longer belonged to her. Remembering the events of the previous night, her teeth itched with frustration. She felt like biting off a piece of Leng Yanmi's flesh just to vent her anger.

"Don't get mad, don't get mad." She took a deep breath and began talking herself down as she lay in bed. "It's your own fault. How could you knowingly bring up the topic of pheromone compatibility when you know how sensitive she is about it?"

"Our compatibility wasn't great to begin with, and you still had to go and say something stupid. You totally deserved this!"

After giving herself a good mental pep talk, she felt surprisingly refreshed. Even the soreness in her waist seemed to subside a little. Her body felt clean and dry, suggesting that Leng Yanmi had at least done something decent last night. Shi Yue picked up the loungewear Leng Yanmi had thoughtfully left by the bed, put it on, and shuffled out to the living room at a leisurely pace.

Leng Yanmi was busy in the kitchen, and the dishes laid out on the dining table were lavish enough to rival a middle-class family's New Year's Eve feast. When she saw Shi Yue emerge, Leng Yanmi walked over to greet her, placing a supportive hand on her waist. "You're awake? How are you feeling?"

Shi Yue reached out to pinch her cheek, grumbling, "I'm fine."

Leng Yanmi rubbed her nose sheepishly, looking guilty. "Come, lunch is ready."

She guided Shi Yue to the table and returned to the kitchen to bring out the final dish—a steaming pot of pork trotter soup.

This lunch was a feast for both Shi Yue's body and soul. The dishes were all her favorites, and Leng Yanmi's attentive attitude made her mood even better. Shi Yue didn't even need to lift her chopsticks—one glance at the food she wanted, and her guilty partner would immediately deliver it to her lips.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the weekend. Leng Yanmi had only managed to take a half-day off in the morning, so she needed to work remotely from home in the afternoon. After the meal, she loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and headed into the study to start working.

Shi Yue wasn't idle either. She took a nap, then spent the rest of the afternoon reading fashion magazines and filling three whole pages with notes.

By the time she snapped out of her study session, it was already 4 PM. Feeling much better physically, she cut up some fruit and walked to the study, knocking on the door. After receiving Leng Yanmi's permission, she pushed it open and entered.

"Am I interrupting you?" Shi Yue asked. "Want some fruit? Take a break."

Leng Yanmi had already walked over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into a hug. She leaned down to plant a kiss on Shi Yue's lips.

Startled, Shi Yue instinctively turned her head to avoid the kiss, only relaxing when she realized Leng Yanmi wasn't planning anything further. She pulled Leng Yanmi over to the small sofa in the study, and the two began feeding each other fruit.

During their casual conversation, Leng Yanmi brought up, "Zhang Zhuo suggested broadcasting the final round of the competition live in its entirety, scheduling it for two weeks from now." She glanced at Shi Yue. "What do you think?"

"Two weeks from now?" Shi Yue was surprised. "There's only one match left. Why such a long gap?"

Leng Yanmi explained, "Based on the current episode schedule, the finale won't air until two weeks later."

"Ohhh." Shi Yue nodded in understanding.

After some thought, she added, "But isn't that something the production team decides? I'm just a contestant. I don't think I have any say in this."

Leng Yanmi shot her a meaningful glance. "You do."

Her tone was calm and assertive. "If you don't like it, I'll have them change the plan."

"Pfft." Shi Yue couldn't help laughing. She blinked playfully at Leng Yanmi. "If you do that, won't they think I'm some kind of femme fatale, disrupting the workplace by whispering sweet nothings to the big boss?"

Leng Yanmi turned her head and looked at her with a faint smirk. "Do you think you're living up to the role?"

"Hmm?" Shi Yue blinked, confused.

Leng Yanmi's lips curved into a smile. "Even you admit that a femme fatale whispers to the boss every day, right?"

With that, she leaned back lazily. "I'll give you a chance to improve your 'performance.'"

Shi Yue was so startled that she immediately jumped to her feet, backing up several steps until she was in front of the desk.

She looked at Leng Yanmi warily. "No, no, no. I have no objections. I think the live broadcast idea is great. Let's stick with the production team's plan."

Leng Yanmi lowered her head, looking a little disappointed and even slightly aggrieved, as if she were the one being neglected.

Shi Yue didn't dare meet her eyes. As her gaze wandered around the room, it landed on a paper envelope on the desk. Remembering last night's events, she suddenly grew curious about just how low their pheromone compatibility really was.

Based on Leng Yanmi's devastated reaction last night, the number must be terrible. And yet, their time together over the past few weeks had been so harmonious—both her body and her emotions told her that their connection couldn't possibly be as poor as the data suggested.

"Auntie…" Shi Yue called softly.

"Yes?" Leng Yanmi responded.

Shi Yue hesitated. "I want to ask you something. Just a normal question, nothing else. Promise me you won't feel bad after hearing it, okay?"

Leng Yanmi was puzzled. "What is it?" She appeared calm and open. "Go ahead."

Although it felt like reopening old wounds, Shi Yue reasoned that she'd already 'paid the price' last night. Steeling herself, she asked, "What exactly is our pheromone compatibility score?"

Leng Yanmi froze. "…"

Shi Yue's heart sank. "Is it… 40%?"

Leng Yanmi remained silent, and Shi Yue's brows furrowed. "Less than that? Is it 30%? Or… 20%? Even lower?"

Finally snapping out of it, Leng Yanmi walked over and took her hand. "Didn't you say you didn't care about this?"

"I don't care," Shi Yue said earnestly. "Even if our compatibility were zero, we'd still be together."

She buried her face in Leng Yanmi's chest, her voice muffled. "But I just can't believe it. You're so wonderful, and we get along so well. How could the data be so bad?"

Leng Yanmi held her close, murmuring as if in a daze, "You're right. Maybe… the score isn't as low as I thought…"

"Huh?" Shi Yue lifted her head, confused. "What do you mean 'maybe'?"

Leng Yanmi snapped back to reality, quickly averting her gaze. "Nothing. I mean… uh… maybe it's not too low."

Shi Yue turned to look at the envelope on the desk. That's when she noticed something crucial: the seal was intact. The envelope hadn't even been opened.

Slowly turning back to Leng Yanmi, she asked, "Wait… you haven't looked at it yet?"

Leng Yanmi's heart skipped a beat. She grasped Shi Yue's hand and pressed her lips together. "I… wasn't ready to face it."

"Oh." Shi Yue instinctively patted her shoulder in consolation.

A few seconds later, her brain finally processed what she'd just heard. She stared at Leng Yanmi in shock. "You haven't looked at it? Then what were all those things you said last night supposed to mean?"

Leng Yanmi couldn't bring herself to answer. She kissed Shi Yue's hand in an attempt to smooth things over.

But Shi Yue's waist was still sore. There was no way she was letting this slide. Clenching her teeth, she pointed at Leng Yanmi. "You pretended to be pitiful just to fool me?!"

Leng Yanmi blinked innocently. "I didn't fool you."

"Didn't fool me?" Shi Yue's eyes practically shot sparks. "What about all that 'if this' and 'if that' nonsense you said last night? Did I imagine it?"

Leng Yanmi cleared her throat. "But… you were the one who also said 'if'…"

Seething, Shi Yue grabbed her hand and bit down hard.

Leng Yanmi didn't resist. Instead, she stroked her cheek. "Careful. Don't hurt yourself."

Shi Yue glared at her.

The next moment, she spun around and marched out of the study without looking back.

That night, after dinner, Shi Yue locked herself in the bedroom, leaving Leng Yanmi standing outside in confusion.

"Shi Yue," she called, knocking on the door. "The door's stuck."

"It's not stuck," Shi Yue's voice came through the door. "I locked it."

"What?" Leng Yanmi was stunned. "Why would you lock the door?"

"To keep the wolves out," Shi Yue replied flatly.

"There aren't any wolves at home…" Leng Yanmi began, but then she stopped mid-sentence as realization dawned. "You mean me?"

Shi Yue didn't bother responding, letting a cold laugh serve as her answer.

Leng Yanmi stood there, utterly at a loss.

Their chubby cat, Pi Qiu, wandered over curiously, meowing a few times as if mocking her misfortune. Leng Yanmi scooped the cat up and stroked its head, then turned back to the door.

"Shi Yue, could you open the door? Pi Qiu wants to come in."

Inside the bedroom, Shi Yue glanced at the door, unimpressed. "Why would Pi Qiu need to come in? Its bed isn't here."

"It… left its favorite toy in there yesterday," Leng Yanmi said after a moment of thought.

Shi Yue glanced at the corner of the room and spotted a small fabric fish on the floor. Picking it up, she stuffed it through the door gap.

Pi Qiu immediately pounced on its beloved toy, completely forgetting about its owner. It happily carried the fish away, leaving Leng Yanmi without an excuse.

Leng Yanmi: "…"

"It's getting late," Shi Yue said, switching off the bedroom lights. It was only 7 PM, but she didn't hesitate to lie. "Goodnight, Auntie. I'm going to bed."

"Goodnight…" Leng Yanmi replied, a little dazed.

She knew Shi Yue was upset and didn't dare disturb her further. Feeling defeated, she slumped onto the living room sofa.

It was the first time she'd encountered this situation. After some thought, she opened her phone and sent a message to the company's executive group chat.

Leng Yanmi: [What does it mean when your partner won't let you into the room?]

The group, composed of the company's top management, was stunned. The members were high-earning professionals who had set their notifications to always alert them to messages in this group. None of them wanted to miss a single instruction from their boss.

It was only 7 PM, so Zhang Zhuo wasn't surprised to see a message notification. After all, Leng Yanmi was known for being a workaholic. But when he opened the message, he nearly dropped his phone.

Thinking he must have misread it, Zhang Zhuo rubbed his eyes and checked several times. Meanwhile, a private chat among the group's other members had already exploded.

[Did you guys see the message?! Am I hallucinating?!]

[What does she mean? Is this about a project? Or… is this what I think it is?!]

[Someone reply! Don't let the boss sit in awkward silence!!!]

Zhang Zhuo took a deep breath. While most people were clueless, he had some insight into the situation, thanks to his work on the design competition and his interactions with Shi Yue.

Gathering his courage, he replied.

[She might be upset. You should try to figure out why and find a way to comfort her.]

Leng Yanmi: [How do I comfort her?]

Zhang Zhuo was on the verge of tears. [Well… it depends on why she's upset. The reason is very important.]

Leng Yanmi furrowed her brows in thought.

In the business world, she was decisive and sharp. But when it came to relationships, she was a bit slow. For instance, she wasn't entirely sure what Shi Yue was angry about.

[It might have something to do with the pheromone compatibility issue,] she typed.

This revelation shocked the group.

In a smaller private chat:

[What?! Someone's upset with the boss over pheromones?! Who dares?!]

[How do you fix that? Isn't that just an objective fact? Maybe the boss should find a new partner.]

Meanwhile, in the main group, everyone wore a metaphorical mask of professionalism.

[Boss, I have contact information for a professional pheromone clinic.]

[Boss, maybe try buying her a gift?]

[Boss, I think…]

The flood of advice quickly grew chaotic. Feeling annoyed, Leng Yanmi skimmed over the messages until she spotted the word 'gift'. That seemed like a viable solution.

Coincidentally, the fashion magazine Shi Yue had been reading earlier was still on the coffee table, covered in notes she had made. Flipping through it, Leng Yanmi came up with an idea and called her personal assistant.

Her assistant, who was also in the group chat, answered cautiously, "Good evening, Ms. Leng."

"There's a copy of last month's WD.F fashion magazine. Find it and buy Shi Yue some gifts."

"Do you mean you want to give her the magazine?" The assistant was puzzled. A magazine didn't seem like an appropriate apology gift, given how much Leng Yanmi could afford to spend.

"No," Leng Yanmi clarified, flipping through the pages. "From page 7 to the second-to-last page."

"Huh?"

"Buy everything that appears on those pages."

The assistant nearly passed out from the sheer extravagance of the order. "Understood."

After a pause, she added, "Actually, get a full-year subscription to WD.F and follow the same process for every issue."

The assistant was left speechless but quickly recovered. "Yes, of course. I'll arrange it right away."

"Good."

Hanging up, Leng Yanmi sighed and stared blankly at the spacious sofa.

In reality, there was no shortage of beds in the apartment. The guest bedroom and second bedroom were just as luxurious as a five-star hotel suite. But somehow, she felt she shouldn't sleep too comfortably. Grabbing a blanket, she returned to the study and curled up on the smallest sofa in the house.

The next morning, Shi Yue couldn't find Leng Yanmi anywhere until she finally checked the study. There, she saw the tall and elegant woman curled up awkwardly on the small sofa.

Leng Yanmi had stayed up late and hadn't slept deeply. The sound of the door woke her. She raised her head, still groggy, and called out, "Shi Yue…"

Shi Yue crossed her arms and stood in front of her, her expression unreadable. "What's wrong? Couldn't sleep in the guest bed? Or was the door to the second bedroom stuck too?"

Sitting up, Leng Yanmi tilted her head to look at her. "It doesn't matter. You weren't there, so it wouldn't have made a difference."

Shi Yue: "…"

She reached out and poked Leng Yanmi's forehead, watching as she slumped back onto the sofa under the pressure. Amused despite herself, Shi Yue shook her head.

"Get up," she said. "Go to the bedroom and get some proper rest."

Leng Yanmi shook her head. "I need to head to the office today."

"Perfect."

"Perfect? What's perfect?"

"I'm going out too," Shi Yue replied.

"Where are you going?" Leng Yanmi quickly sat up, ready to escort her. "I'll take you."

"No need." Shi Yue turned on her heel, her tone frosty. "I'm leaving at ten. You'll be busy by then, so don't worry about it."

"I'll just call a car."

With that, she walked out, leaving only her cold back for Leng Yanmi to see.