After Differentiating into an O, Pampered by an A - Chapter 42

Ye Xing followed blankly, wondering if she had even spoken to Shang Qing just now.

Ding Ling, Ning Youyou, and Sun Xi followed behind, each with a different expression. Ding Ling was worried about Ye Xing being recognized and photographed in a bad light, so she wanted to step forward and remind them, but Sun Xi pulled her back.

“Sister Ling, what are you doing? Our President Shen is fuming right now.” She waved Ding Ling off, signaling her not to provoke that woman.

But Ding Ling acted as if she hadn’t seen it; Shen Yushu was Sun Xi’s boss, not hers.

“Um, President Shen, keep in mind there are many eyes around here. It might not be great if someone sees you two like this,” Ding Ling stepped forward and said softly with a smile, her gaze lingering on their joined hands.

Ye Xing quickly chimed in, “Exactly. Let me go.”

That afternoon, Shen Yushu had received a call from Kong Zhen asking her to pick up a custom gown from the V brand store nearby. She had initially wanted to refuse, but since it was for her friend’s wedding, she decided she was free enough to help out. She hadn’t expected to see Ye Xing’s assistant, Ning Youyou, after finishing the errand. A second later, Ye Xing appeared. Despite the hat and mask, Shen Yushu recognized her instantly.

She had been in a good mood and was about to approach her when she saw her being blocked by that woman, Shang Qing. She immediately stepped forward and pushed the woman away. Thinking about the predatory way Shang Qing had been looking at Ye Xing, Shen Yushu’s expression darkened further. However, hearing Ye Xing’s words, she slowly loosened her grip and let go.

She fixed her gaze on Ye Xing. “Stay away from Shang Qing.”

Hearing this, Ye Xing looked at Shen Yushu’s solemn, serious face and let out a light laugh. “Shen Yushu, I have nothing to do with Shang Qing, so naturally, I wouldn’t get close to her. The way you’re acting, people might think you’re jealous of me and Shang Qing!”

With that, Ye Xing patted Shen Yushu’s shoulder. “Alright, we’ve finished our shopping, so we’re heading back.”

Shen Yushu stood frozen for a moment, her expression turning slightly unnatural. Jealous… did she finally notice?

Ye Xing, of course, hadn’t noticed; it was just a casual joke. But as she took a step, she caught sight of Sun Xi behind Shen Yushu.

“Assistant Sun? Wait, why are you here? Yesterday when I picked up Shen Yushu, she said you were on a business trip and wouldn’t be back until next week. How…?”

Seeing the secret about to be exposed, Sun Xi opened her mouth to explain, but Shen Yushu beat her to it.

“Oh, she returned from the neighboring city this morning.”

Sun Xi nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, yes! President Shen needed me here, so I hurried back after finishing up. Miss Ye, thank you for picking up President Shen last night.”

Ye Xing scanned the two of them. “No problem. If there’s nothing else, we’ll head out. Goodbye, Assistant Sun.” She left without suspicion.

Behind her, Sun Xi breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the still-displeased Shen Yushu. “Let’s go, President Shen. We need to deliver the gown to Miss Kong.”

Unexpectedly, Shen Yushu fixed her with a cold gaze. “Why did she say goodbye to you and not to me?”

Sun Xi: “…”

As the only daughter of the Kong family, Kong Zhen had originally wanted to give Ruan Nian’an a romantic wedding of the century. However, because Ruan Nian’an didn’t want it to be too high-profile or provide free material for reporters, the wedding was held at the Kong family’s private estate.

Only close friends with the Kong family were invited, but every single one was a prominent figure in Jiangcheng.

As soon as Ye Xing and Ding Ling stepped out of the car, a waiter came to receive them. The nearly hundred-acre garden was decorated in a romantic French style; the blend of green and white was exceptionally fresh and beautiful, radiating warmth and happiness under the sun.

Ye Xing, usually radiant and dazzling, had specifically chosen a simple and elegant white ruffle dress today. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders, and her makeup was clean and fresh, like a cool summer breeze.

Shen Yushu stood behind Ye Xing for a long time. Watching her take photos of the beautiful scenery, Shen Yushu felt that no matter how beautiful the view was, it paled in comparison to her. Approaching slowly, a smile curved her lips as she asked softly, “Do you like this garden?”

Ye Xing turned around at the sound. Shen Yushu stood behind her in a smoke-blue slit gown, her hair swept back and her red lips vivid. She looked like a mermaid emerged from the sea, with a faint smile that was both sexy and mysterious. As always, the powerful Alpha magnetic field Shen Yushu radiated was enough to startle Ye Xing.

“What are you doing? You scared me.” Ye Xing put away her phone, looked behind her, and nodded a greeting to Sun Xi.

Shen Yushu stepped forward to block her view. Just as she was about to speak, Ding Ling interrupted.

“Hello, President Shen!” Ding Ling saw it clearly—these two were being incredibly ambiguous. It was useless for Ye Xing to deny it; could she escape Ding Ling’s eyes?

However, with so many people around, it wasn’t convenient to say more. The group of four, led by a waiter, headed toward the main wedding venue. Along the way, Ye Xing observed her surroundings and noticed she didn’t see many colleagues from the industry.

“Sister Ling, you don’t think Screenwriter An only invited me as the sole female artist, do you?” Ye Xing asked in a low voice.

Ding Ling’s mouth twitched. “What are you thinking? You think your status is that high? Hurry up, they’re all inside.”

Ye Xing pouted and gave a faint “Oh.” Shen Yushu followed behind, taking in all her little expressions. Does she want to be famous?

Entering the wedding banquet hall, Ye Xing quickly spotted several familiar faces from the industry. Before she could ask who they were, Ding Ling let out an exclamation of shock.

“My god… Movie King Lu, Movie Queen Zhang, and even the international big-name director…”

Ding Ling looked incredulously at the people in their seats. She hadn’t expected these industry veterans and retired legends to appear here. It seemed Ruan Nian’an’s status as the top screenwriter wasn’t just due to her own strength.

Ye Xing and Shen Yushu remained calm. With some time before the ceremony, everyone sat in their assigned seats. Ding Ling was busy socializing with people she knew and didn’t know, while Sun Xi helped Shen Yushu deal with those who approached her.

Ye Xing felt a bit stifled and wanted to use the restroom. She didn’t notice Shen Yushu’s gaze following her until she disappeared. After leaving the restroom, Ye Xing thought she still had time, so she started wandering around the estate.

Standing under a Podocarpus tree, she suddenly felt a needle-like prick in her glands. She touched the inhibitor patch she had just replaced before leaving, feeling uneasy. She pulled an inhibitor from her bag to spray it, but before she could, her head throbbed, and her strength seemed to vanish. She gritted her teeth and endured the shaking in her fingers.

Ignoring her surroundings, Ye Xing gripped the inhibitor. Suddenly, she felt a surge of heat in her nose. She covered her nose and mouth instantly; a second later, her palm felt a wave of warmth. She opened her hand, and her heart skipped a beat in fear.

She dropped the inhibitor and grabbed a tissue to cover the bleed. Does the rut make people this restless?

Fortunately, the nosebleed stopped quickly. Ye Xing forced herself to wipe the blood from her hands with a wet wipe and picked up the inhibitor. Suddenly, a fair hand reached out, holding a crystal-clear glass of water.

“Miss, are you alright? Would you like some water?”

Ye Xing raised her lashes to see a passerby. The woman was wearing a sharp suit and didn’t look like a server. She was a Beta, so she likely didn’t know Ye Xing’s situation. Ye Xing had originally wanted to refuse, but the faint metallic taste in her throat was unbearable. Since everyone here was a person of standing, it was normal to offer polite help to someone who looked unwell. She let her guard down.

“Thank you,” Ye Xing smiled slightly and accepted the glass.

She had no idea that in the row of guest rooms on the second floor behind her, a pair of sinister eyes was watching her from a window.

Because of the relationship between Kong Zhen and Shen Yushu, Shang Qing was naturally at odds with Kong Zhen. However, their petty rivalry was one thing; the Shang and Kong families still had business dealings. To regain her position from Shang Ran later, Shang Qing had to maintain ties with the Kong elders. Even though Kong Zhen might not want to see her, Shang Qing had come anyway.

She had spotted Ye Xing shortly after arriving. She had wanted to approach her but noticed Shen Yushu following her closely. Seeing the way Shen Yushu stared at Ye Xing, Shang Qing felt an itch in her heart. What magic does this little beauty have? Every time I see her, I feel enticed.

But with Shen Yushu there, Shang Qing gave up and went to a suite to rest. When she happened to stand by the window to look at the garden, she unexpectedly saw the beauty resting under the tree. Shang Qing, being an Alpha, quickly realized Ye Xing’s state.

Ye Xing is in her rut— It really was a beauty delivering herself to her door.

After drinking the water, Ye Xing had intended to find Shen Yushu and Ding Ling, but after a few steps, her body felt increasingly light and her legs weak. The phone in her bag vibrated frantically, but Ye Xing’s vision gradually blurred.

When she regained some consciousness, she found herself lying on a large white bed. The snowy ceiling seemed to surge like ocean waves. Her body was also caught in a storm; the heat in her glands lashed against her in waves, roaring and screaming through her limbs, surging toward a single point.

Ye Xing felt like a puddle of soft water, her limbs powerless. Alarm bells rang in her head. she bit her lower lip hard; only pain could keep her slightly conscious. But soon, she tasted the sweet tang of blood.

Damn it, that woman just now drugged her.

Shang Qing leaned against the sofa by the bed with a wine glass, admiring Ye Xing’s graceful figure. “Tsk, truly a masterpiece!”

Shang Qing took a sip, the red liquid staining her lips. She took a deep breath of the air in the room, a sinister smile curling onto her face. “Ah, milky pheromones… I like them.”

She approached the bed step-by-step. “Ye Xing, soon you’ll bear my marks. I wonder how Shen Yushu will react when she sees you?”

Imagining Shen Yushu’s expression, the smile on her face deepened. She had never felt as satisfied as she did today. When Ye Xing saw Shang Qing appear, her pupils trembled.

Crap, Shang Qing!!!

Ye Xing watched Shang Qing fumble with her buttons one by one. Her face was pale and she was too weak to resist, but she managed to squeeze out a single syllable through her teeth.

“Get… out…”

Shang Qing looked at Ye Xing’s angry yet helpless eyes and poked Ye Xing’s chest firmly. “The little chili has quite the temper. Save your energy; it’s going to be a long night.”

Ye Xing was still mumbling curses, but Shang Qing had already successfully stripped her. Ye Xing closed her eyes tight, her mind filled with ways to bite Shang Qing to death—at worst, they would both die.

Bang—!

The door was kicked open from the outside. Shang Qing, who was sniffing the pleasant scent of pheromones on Ye Xing’s clothes, was startled by the loud noise.

At the door, Shen Yushu’s face was filled with monstrous rage, but her eyes held a panic and fear she had never felt before. Smelling Ye Xing’s pheromones throughout the room, she charged inside. She grabbed Shang Qing’s arm and threw her off the bed. Seeing Ye Xing lying there motionless, her white skin flushed pink from the drug, a crimson tint stained the corners of Shen Yushu’s own eyes.

She was heartbroken. Covering Ye Xing’s exposed skin with a thin blanket, she turned around. Her gaze changed instantly; her icy eyes seemed to manifest a thousand frozen blades. One side of her red lips curled up, and she radiated a dangerous aura.

“Shang Qing, you’re finished.”

She signaled the bodyguards at the door. Shang Qing, still in pain on the floor, was dragged out. “Shen Yushu, you’re too late! Your little beauty has already been marked by me! Do you want second-hand goods?!”

Shang Qing’s shrill voice trailed off, piercing Shen Yushu’s head and heart with a dull ache. She then said to Sun Xi behind her, “Seal off this floor.”

Sun Xi knit her brows, her expression solemn, and immediately went to handle it. Only Ye Xing and Shen Yushu remained in the room.

“Ye Xing,” Shen Yushu called softly to the person on the bed.

Although Ye Xing couldn’t move, she was conscious. Hearing Shen Yushu’s voice, the humiliation she had been suppressing suddenly collapsed. Ye Xing, her lip bitten raw, looked fragile and broken. She managed to squeeze out three words through a faint sob.

“Shen Yushu… help me.”