Diva Alpha Meets Her Biological Daughter on a Parenting Variety Show - Chapter 33

Mengmeng put her hands on her hips and huffed, “If Nuo Nuo Mammy stays, little baby Mengmeng wants to stay too!”

Both the one standing at the door and the one lying on the bed couldn’t help but chuckle. Ning Xueqing changed the subject: “Wasn’t little baby Mengmeng going to Sister Nora’s to see what fun things they have?”

Mengmeng’s train of thought was immediately led away by her mother: “Yes!”

Ming Nuo bent down and said to Mengmeng, “How about I take you to Sister Nora’s first?”

Mengmeng nodded, sticking out her little belly, which was round from eating.

Ming Nuo took her hand and looked back deeply at Ning Xueqing. “I’ll be back soon.”

Ning Xueqing pulled up a corner of the quilt and raised her hand to wave at her.

The voices of the big one and the small one gradually drifted away, followed by the electronic beep of the suite’s front door closing.

The window of this secondary bedroom faced the forest. In winter, white snow would cover the trees, but now, in late spring and early summer, everything was a lush, vibrant green.

Ning Xueqing lay on her side at the edge of the bed, watching the leaves swaying in the wind outside, feeling the subtle shifts brought on by her internal cycle.

Everyone’s constitution is different, and Ning Xueqing’s was the unstable kind. Her reactions were sometimes strong, sometimes weak. The doctor said this was a pheromone imbalance. Long-term imbalance keeps the body in a state of stress; if one plans to conceive, it’s unfavorable for fertility and requires conditioning first.

When an Omega with this constitution becomes unexpectedly pregnant, doctors usually recommend keeping the child because the physiological state is suboptimal. Gestation can stimulate the glands to regulate pheromones. Conversely, termination would cause even greater harm to an already fragile body, potentially leading to gland atrophy, adnexal cysts, and a series of other ailments.

There are many causes for pheromone imbalance—poor development during puberty, high mental stress, genetic factors, or side effects from suppressants and inhibitors.

In such cases, if the Omega has a partner, doctors suggest stopping medication during the heat. Even if nothing “happens,” an Alpha’s pheromones provide the best soothing effect—pure, natural, and harmless.

The room was very quiet. From the small bedroom, one could hear the sound of the suite’s main door.

Ning Xueqing heard the door swipe open and the sound of light, slow footsteps approaching.

“I’m back,” Ming Nuo said as she entered the room.

Ning Xueqing lay there lazily, not even bothered to turn over.

Ming Nuo stood at the bedroom door. “Xueqing, did you take your medicine?”

“Come here, I’ll tell you.”

Ming Nuo had taken hers. She figured if Ning Xueqing hadn’t, she shouldn’t risk getting too close. Alphas and Omegas in their cycles should maintain a dignified distance—this was basic etiquette learned since middle school.

Ning Xueqing patted the quilt. “Sit here.”

Ming Nuo, who had intended to get her a glass of warm water, had to give up and sit in the designated spot.

Ning Xueqing added, “Close the door.”

Ming Nuo looked at her for a moment, as if to confirm.

Ning Xueqing tilted her head. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Ming Nuo hesitated. “The room is so small, and the hotel window only opens a crack. It’s already very sweet in here…”

Sweet was how she described the concentration of pheromones in the air.

Ning Xueqing coaxed her, “Close it first.”

“Alright…” Seeing her insistence, Ming Nuo closed the door. After a thought, she turned on the ventilation on the central air conditioning panel. This was Ming Nuo’s final bit of etiquette.

Ming Nuo sat back on the edge of the bed, and Ning Xueqing then told her to close the curtains.

Ming Nuo’s hand paused. This scene felt strangely familiar…

Seeing her hesitation, Ning Xueqing said, “The floor isn’t that high. What if there are paparazzi? We caught one in the woods while we were climbing.”

Ming Nuo briskly pulled the curtains shut. That was a fair point.

She had done everything Ning Xueqing asked. No sooner had her seat hit the bed than Ning Xueqing propped herself up against Ming Nuo’s back, her two soft, white arms draping over her shoulders like tender willow branches.

Warm softness suddenly pressed against her back. Surrounded by the sweet scent of lemon, Ming Nuo lost herself for a moment, her gaze becoming hazy.

Looking at the closed sheer curtains swaying gently, Ming Nuo briefly recalled the swaying bamboo shadows from years ago, which pulled her back to her senses. Ning Xueqing was already a mother; they still had to film a show with the children. Moreover, Ming Nuo had already differentiated now—she couldn’t make the same mistake twice.

A breath of heat brushed past her ear. Ning Xueqing leaned in behind Ming Nuo’s ear: “I didn’t take any suppressants.”

Ming Nuo woke up with a start. “Huh? Sis… Sister, you’re a Grade 1 Omega.”

“I know. Why mention that?”

“Well… Grade 1 pheromones are too strong. I’ve taken my medicine, but if you do ‘desensitization’ like this, I’ll… it’ll be hard for me.”

Closing the door, closing the curtains, pressing so close, and not taking medicine or wearing an isolation patch.

This, this, this…

Ming Nuo felt this wasn’t Ning Xueqing’s desensitization training; it was Ning Xueqing’s willpower training for her.

Ning Xueqing let out a soft hum, slowly let go of her, and pulled an isolation patch from under her pillow. “I’m sorry. Then will you help me put this on?”

“No need to apologize.” Ming Nuo carefully took it and lifted the curls scattered around Ning Xueqing’s neck. The pheromones were rich; it was easy to find the patch of skin releasing that sweetness. She gently applied the isolation patch. “It’s my fault for speaking too harshly. I… I’m a bit slow with words, because you’re just too beautiful.”

“Mmm… you are a bit slow.” The cold touch of the patch hit the heated skin, and Ning Xueqing couldn’t help but let out a soft moan and a laugh.

Ming Nuo felt defeated and shut her mouth, not daring to speak further.

“Pheromones don’t care about beauty. If you praised me for being sexy, I’d be very happy.”

“…”

Ming Nuo sat with her hands crossed on her knees. Ning Xueqing was no longer pressed against her, but she kept her hand on Ming Nuo’s shoulder and was smelling her. She smelled the base of her neck on the left, then on the right.

“I’ve always had a pheromone imbalance. I’ve been trying to regulate it for ten years without success.”

Ming Nuo listened. She knew this; if it hadn’t been for a sudden imbalance, the incident during Listening to the Waves in the Bamboo Sea would never have happened.

“This year I switched to a new treatment team. The doctor told me to take less medicine. If an Alpha is willing to cooperate, I can use Alpha pheromones to soothe it.”

“So that’s it. Suppressants do have side effects.” For a healthy person, taking them for two or three days a month has no impact, and the reaction isn’t large; if they don’t go out, they don’t even need them. But with an imbalance disorder, one has to be careful. There are many types of medicine; one can only try to choose those with the fewest side effects, but it’s impossible to have zero harm.

However, Alpha pheromone soothing depends on the effect. If the compatibility isn’t good, the pheromones are useless, right?

“Will mine work?”

Ming Nuo was never confident enough in front of Ning Xueqing. She often projected back ten years, when she was just a dorky, poor student and Ning Xueqing was as radiant as a goddess descended to earth—clear and bright in a murky banquet, cutting through the gloom to bring her a beam of light by draping a coat over her bare shoulders.

Ning Xueqing’s nose continued to breathe against the side of Ming Nuo’s neck. “If you’re asking if it works…”

“I never used to drink cherry wine.”

“But ever since you had your pheromones, I’ve fallen in love with cherry wine.”

There was no wine, just talk, yet Ming Nuo felt a bit dizzy.

“If someone likes a certain pheromone, do you think it works?” Ning Xueqing leaned against Ming Nuo’s back shoulder like a kitten, her voice very, very soft, like the tip of a feather brushing against Ming Nuo’s ear every now and then.

According to the law of pheromone attraction, liking the other person’s pheromones means compatibility, which naturally has a soothing effect.

Ming Nuo was a bit nervous, but deep down, she was more delighted. “That’s good then.”

“As long as I can help Sister.”

Ning Xueqing smiled radiantly and circled her arms around her. “Let me smell you a bit longer, and I’ll be fine after a nap.”

After the isolation patch was applied, Ning Xueqing’s pheromones in the bedroom faded significantly. Ming Nuo changed her position to lean against the headboard, facing the same way as Ning Xueqing so she could lie down comfortably.

“If you sleep during the day, will you be unable to sleep at night?”

Ning Xueqing shook her head, her cheek resting against Ming Nuo’s left ribs, where she could faintly feel the Alpha’s strong heartbeat.

“No, I sleep a lot during my cycle. My mom says that out of thirty days in a month, I’m in a daze for ten of them.”

The heat combined with her period accounted for nearly a third of the month. No wonder back on set, Ning Xueqing would sometimes fall asleep in her chair while looking at her lines, or even during a ten-minute break. Her assistant always had to wake her up.

Ming Nuo adjusted the air conditioner to sleep mode and tucked the quilt around Ning Xueqing. “Mengmeng will be back in a bit.”

“When she’s back, help me look after her. Don’t wake me up; I’ll wake up on my own when I’m hungry.”

“What do you want to eat when you wake up?”

“Ming Nuo…” Ning Xueqing closed her eyes, her voice getting smaller and smaller.

Ming Nuo: “Hmm?”

“Hold me…”

Ming Nuo stopped turning the pages of her book and looked down at the peaceful, serene Omega.

Asleep?

Ming Nuo waited quietly for a while. Ning Xueqing’s breathing was soft and even, her fluffy curls scattered on the pure white pillow, looking as exquisite as a porcelain doll.

She was asleep.

Ming Nuo leaned down and embraced Ning Xueqing over the quilt. A minute later, she slowly sat up and continued reading the book Ning Xueqing had left on the nightstand.

There were notes made by Ning Xueqing in the book. Some were serious reflections, some were “don’t understand” or “really?”, and there were also simple sketches she had drawn. One illustration on a page had a short-haired figure doodled with long hair.

Ming Nuo couldn’t help but smile as she read. What kind of childish behavior was this? Doodling in books at her age. She couldn’t let Mengmeng see this and learn bad habits from her mother, or the girl might end up scribbling all over her new textbooks in primary school.

This was a collection of essays, containing the reflections of a writer traveling everywhere. It covered everything—landscapes, historical musings, local snacks, seasonal customs… so many things.

One section took up a large portion, recording the writer’s romantic feelings. From the text, it seemed the writer’s relationship was not smooth. There was a doggerel poem called “Plucking Petals.”

Today I bought a rose and pretended a certain lady sent it to me.

Pluck a petal: the lady likes me.

Pluck a petal: the lady doesn’t like me.

Pluck…

Ning Xueqing had imitated it and written a passage nearby.

Today I bought a basket of cherries and pretended to remember them all.

Eat a cherry: she thinks of me.

Eat a cherry: she doesn’t think of me.

Eat…

Eat a cherry: she doesn’t think of me.

Annotation: This method is inaccurate.

Ming Nuo was puzzled when she saw this, but she seemed to sense something.

—I’ve fallen in love with cherry wine.

The morning light was bright outside. Ming Nuo closed the book and leaned down to murmur.

“I think of you.”