Transmigrated And Became An Omega [ABO]

Time was tight, and the task was pressing. Despite pulling an all-nighter, Shi Yue didn't dare sleep in. She set an alarm for 8:00 AM, got up on time, and headed straight for the studio.

The good news was that she was very satisfied with the design drafts she had completed the previous night. This meant that she could devote the next two days entirely to crafting the outfits. All things considered, time seemed relatively sufficient.

That afternoon, as she sat at a semi-automatic sewing machine, stitching fabric with a steady "da-da-da" rhythm, she suddenly felt someone's gaze fixed on her.

Shi Yue twisted her slightly stiff neck and lifted her head, locking eyes with Leng Yanmi, who was standing by the wall.

She froze immediately.

According to Leng Yanmi's schedule, she should have just returned from the neighboring province at this time. So why was she here? Had she changed her plans and returned early? Or had she come straight to the recording venue right after landing?

Shi Yue wasn't clear on the details, but she knew one thing for certain: Leng Yanmi was here because of her.

A wave of warmth surged through her, and Shi Yue's face flushed red. Looking at Leng Yanmi, she couldn't help but smile. But her joy didn't last long; she noticed the cameraman on the other side of the studio slowly approaching. She quickly waved her hand at Leng Yanmi, signaling her to leave.

The competition was at a critical stage, and their relationship absolutely couldn't be exposed.

Leng Yanmi, however, had always been very measured in her actions.

She had come straight here after landing, but to avoid causing any disruption to Shi Yue, she had shown up under the guise of a work-related visit. Naturally, all the staff in the studio were on edge, assuming that a high-ranking official had come to inspect their work. They were all so nervous that they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Of course, unless Leng Yanmi gave explicit permission, no one would dare let her appear on camera.

But despite knowing this, she was still displeased by how Shi Yue was blatantly urging her to leave.

Not responding to her messages was one thing. But now, when they had just met and hadn't even exchanged a word, Shi Yue was already so eager to send her away? Was she someone who couldn't be seen in public?

So, rather than leaving, Leng Yanmi took a step forward, walking directly to Shi Yue's side.

She stared at the crown of Shi Yue's head, resisting the urge to reach out and smooth down her long hair, and instead asked, "Is everything going smoothly?"

Across the room, the cameraman, who was unaware of the situation, was still walking toward them. When the director noticed this, he was startled.

The director didn't say anything, but his eyes widened as he frantically waved his hands at the cameraman, clearly signaling for him to retreat.

Unfortunately, the cameraman was a bit slow on the uptake. He didn't immediately understand the director's intentions and continued preparing to work.

Left with no choice, the director walked over, grabbed the cameraman's arm, and dragged him away from the area.

The other staff members standing outside the room finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Shi Yue, seeing the cameraman leave, cleared her throat and looked up at Leng Yanmi with a soft, radiant smile.

She had so much she wanted to say, so many thoughts of longing to share, but as soon as she found herself face-to-face with Leng Yanmi, the first words that instinctively came out were, "Auntie, have you lost weight?"

Leng Yanmi lifted her hand slightly, as if intending to touch Shi Yue's face, but midway through the motion, she realized the gesture wasn't appropriate.

Her fingers curled in midair, then slowly relaxed as her hand fell back to her side.

"No," she replied, before adding, "You're the one who's lost weight."

"How late were you up last night?"

"Not that late," Shi Yue replied with a playful tongue-out expression. "When inspiration strikes, I don't feel tired at all. Once I was done, I went straight to bed."

She suddenly let out a soft "ah" and gasped, "Did I forget to reply to your message?"

Leng Yanmi didn't say anything, staring at her steadily with a look that seemed to say, You've finally realized your mistake.

Shi Yue's cheeks flushed red again.

It wasn't intentional. Last night, afraid of disturbing Leng Yanmi's rest, she had spoken to her phone, saying, "I miss you too," which made her mistakenly think she had already sent a reply.

"I forgot…"

Leng Yanmi's gaze traced the lines of her face. "You can forget something this important? Is there anything you actually care about?"

She glanced at the black silk fabric on the sewing machine. "This?"

"Do you like it?" Shi Yue took the opportunity to ask. "I specially chose this fabric. It doesn't easily wrinkle or lose its shape, and it's comfortable to wear."

Her smile grew, her eyes narrowing slightly as she said, "I think it suits you perfectly."

Leng Yanmi couldn't hold back any longer. She reached out and quickly pinched Shi Yue's nose.

Still dissatisfied, she spoke with a hint of jealousy, "What good is it if I like it? It's not like it was designed specifically for me."

Shi Yue froze, about to say something, when a voice suddenly interrupted her train of thought.

"Sister Yanmi—"

The two of them turned toward the voice, just in time to see Shu Qingxi approaching.

Shu Qingxi stepped up beside Leng Yanmi, grabbing her sleeve with delight. "The director's team said you were here, but I didn't believe it at first! Aren't you super busy? Just yesterday you were in the neighboring province, and now you've flown back already?!"

Leng Yanmi, unused to such close proximity with others, frowned slightly and was about to take a step back. But she suddenly remembered that Shi Yue had mentioned last night that Shu Qingxi was one of the key judges for this round of the competition.

Suppressing her displeasure, she nodded lightly at Shu Qingxi. "Mm."

Shu Qingxi continued, "It's been so long! Ever since you left Europe, I haven't even known how to get in touch with you."

Leng Yanmi: "...It's been a while."

"Are you here today to inspect the competition? Do you have some free time? Let's catch up!" Shu Qingxi eagerly invited her. "Or maybe later—we could have dinner together tonight?"

She batted her eyelashes charmingly. "Oh, and I brought my cat with me. You didn't get to see it before, so this is the perfect opportunity to make up for that."

Leng Yanmi glanced at Shi Yue.

Shaking her head slowly, she replied, "No need... it's not convenient."

Shu Qingxi frowned, a hint of grievance in her expression. "What's inconvenient about it?" She began to pout. "Have you really become so busy since returning to the country that you don't even have time to see a friend?"

While the two exchanged pleasantries, Shen Lingling suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Quick as lightning, she grabbed Shi Yue by the arm and spoke in a tone that feigned intimacy. "Shi Yue, I... I think I'm missing a spool of black thread. Did you take them all?"

Shi Yue was momentarily stunned. "Which kind of black thread?"

"Oh, I saw a few kinds on your workbench earlier. You weren't there, and I didn't want to mess with your things without permission," Shen Lingling explained, pulling Shi Yue toward the door. "I'm in a rush—come help me look."

Once outside, Shi Yue held up several spools of thread she had taken. "Is it one of these?"

To her surprise, Shen Lingling's earlier anxious and impatient demeanor vanished entirely.

Realizing what was going on, Shi Yue turned to glance at the closed door of the sewing room, then shot Shen Lingling an exasperated look. "Are you serious?"

Worried Shi Yue might leave, Shen Lingling clung to her arm. "Hey, I haven't found what I need yet. What's the rush?"

Shi Yue sighed and placed the entire box of threads on the table. "Here, take your pick."

But Shen Lingling refused to let go. "You've got nothing better to do. Why not chat with me for a bit?"

She cast a meaningful glance toward the sewing room. "Miss Shu Qingxi and our esteemed President Leng are old acquaintances, after all. Both of them are talented, beautiful, and from prominent families. What's the big deal if they want to catch up?

"Why are you trying to butt in, like some outsider who doesn't know her place? Aren't you embarrassed?"

Shi Yue couldn't help but laugh at this.

"Shen Lingling, I never thought I'd hear the phrase 'from prominent families' come out of your mouth one day."

The comment was a blatant jab at Shen Lingling's relationship with Leng Mingchuan. Her face turned an unsightly shade of green.

"So what if I said it?" Shen Lingling retorted. "There's nothing wrong with valuing a good match. But even then, what really matters is whether the two people actually like each other." She sneered. "Mingchuan and I are rock solid. But you? You've never even figured out your place. It's pathetic!"

"Oh?" Shi Yue raised an eyebrow. "So you've already been confirmed as the future Mrs. Leng, have you?"

Her tone was mocking, and her lips curved into a disdainful smirk. Her words, however, dripped with false congratulations. "Well, congratulations, then."

Shen Lingling glanced nervously at a nearby surveillance camera. "That's enough! Stop throwing your attitude at me!"

She deliberately picked up a spool of thread from the box. "Do you want this one? If not, I'll take it."

Shi Yue frowned. "That's black thread number 127. If you need it, go to the materials storage and grab some for yourself." She promptly snatched the spool back. "What, are you resorting to outright theft now?"

Shen Lingling's face alternated between pale and flushed. "T-Then what about this silver thread?"

Shi Yue tossed the spool back into the box. "Take your time looking."

This time, she didn't give Shen Lingling another chance to stop her. Standing up, she walked straight out of the workstation area.

Shen Lingling rose as if to follow but quickly realized that Shi Yue wasn't heading back to the sewing room where Leng Yanmi and Shu Qingxi were. Smirking, she let out a long sigh of relief and silently cursed under her breath. "Let's see how you handle this later."

Shi Yue hadn't left because she was intimidated by Shen Lingling—she simply didn't want to waste her energy dealing with her.

After all, if Shen Lingling decided to shamelessly play the victim, Shi Yue would have no choice but to humor her in front of the surveillance cameras, acting out a 'friendship first, competition second' charade. To avoid such a nuisance, Shi Yue chose to head to the break room instead, taking a moment to catch her breath and organize her thoughts for the next phase of her work.

As for Leng Yanmi, who was being held hostage by Shu Qingxi…

Well, let's just say Leng Mingchuan and Shen Lingling were far too naive if they thought a petty little trick like this could pull her away.

Shi Yue was just finishing her coffee when someone else walked into the break room and, to her surprise, locked the door behind them.

Hearing the sound, she looked up just in time to see Leng Yanmi striding toward her.

Before she could even think of what to say, Leng Yanmi closed the distance, wrapping her tightly in an embrace.

Burying her head in the crook of Shi Yue's neck, Leng Yanmi inhaled deeply, greedily savoring the fresh, citrusy scent emanating from her. She restrained herself, lightly brushing her chin against the soft skin of Shi Yue's neck, and suddenly asked, "Are you wearing perfume?"

Shi Yue was startled but quickly shook her head. "No."

Leng Yanmi leaned closer to her neck gland and took another whiff. "The scent seems… a little different."

"Different?" Shi Yue tilted her head in confusion. She couldn't smell her own pheromones, so she could only ask, "Really? But I haven't done anything differently lately."

Leng Yanmi sniffed carefully for a moment before murmuring, "It's too sweet."

Citrus was typically characterized by a tart sweetness, and Leng Yanmi was used to detecting a faint hint of acidity in Shi Yue's pheromones—like a tantalizing appetizer that whetted the appetite.

But today, for some reason—whether it was her own dulled senses or something else—Leng Yanmi could only pick up the rich, fully ripened sweetness of the fruit.

This sweetness was so intoxicating that it shattered her initial plans upon entering the room. Unable to resist, she leaned in and lightly licked the spot.

The taste was as sweet as honey.

Shi Yue thought she was simply teasing her and laughed, trying to dodge while pushing Leng Yanmi away.

"Stop sniffing me so much, or you'll give yourself a sugar rush"

Leng Yanmi caught her wrist and, as if in retaliation, brought it to her lips and gently bit down on her fingertip.

"Ah," Shi Yue deliberately exaggerated a pained expression. "That hurts."

Leng Yanmi barely grazed her with her teeth, knowing full well that Shi Yue was faking it.

Shi Yue reached out with her free hand, pinching Leng Yanmi's cheek. "After being apart for so many days, you finally come back… just to bite me?"

Leng Yanmi eventually released her, holding both of Shi Yue's hands in hers and gently stroking them.

The next moment, they naturally leaned in for a deep kiss.

Though they were in the recording venue's break room, where there were no cameras, they still needed to maintain some restraint.

But the moment their lips met, all sense of reason and restraint crumbled—the pent-up longing from their days apart drove them to seek every bit of sensation they could from each other.

After a long moment, they finally broke apart.

At such close proximity, Shi Yue could see the faint dark circles under Leng Yanmi's eyes.

Heart aching, she said, "You're working so much, but you don't even take care of yourself properly. What's the difference between meeting one day earlier or later? Why didn't you go home to rest first?"

Leng Yanmi cupped her face, peppering her with light kisses. "I'm not that tired. It wasn't all work, anyway."

"Hm?" Shi Yue was puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Leng Yanmi replied softly, "I meant this business trip."

"Oh." Shi Yue nodded in understanding. "Then why did you even go?"

The question slipped out almost instinctively. Ever since the two had taken their relationship to the next level, Shi Yue no longer hesitated to ask questions that might encroach on Leng Yanmi's personal life.

After all, they'd already shared the most intimate experiences—what was the point in talking about privacy anymore?

Leng Yanmi hesitated for a moment before finally admitting, albeit with some difficulty, "The neighboring province... has the most advanced pheromone research institute in the country."

Shi Yue tilted her head, looking curious. "And?"

Seeing her completely unconcerned expression, Leng Yanmi sighed. "I sent in our pheromone samples for testing. The results were supposed to be ready today, but the institute said there were some issues, so they need to recheck."

"Oh." Shi Yue nodded in vague understanding. "And once they figure it out, what happens next?"

Leng Yanmi explained, "They'll be able to create a custom pheromone suppressant tailored specifically to your physiology."

Shi Yue: "..."

Leng Yanmi didn't need to say anything further—Shi Yue had almost completely forgotten about the suppressants. She hadn't expected Leng Yanmi to still be so fixated on the matter.

Realizing this, Shi Yue let out an awkward chuckle and teasingly said, "Auntie still cares about me so much, huh?"

With that, she leaned over and planted a light kiss on Leng Yanmi's cheek.

A faint blush quickly spread across Leng Yanmi's face.

"By the way," Leng Yanmi said after calming herself down, bringing up another topic. "Shu Qingxi said you haven't been in great shape the past couple of days. Are you running into trouble with the competition?"

Shi Yue shook her head. "Not at all."

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Everything's going smoothly for me."

"Really?" Leng Yanmi looked at her, half-believing and half-doubting.

Shi Yue wasn't too concerned about whatever Leng Yanmi and Shu Qingxi had discussed. However, the fact that Leng Yanmi seemed to trust Shu Qingxi's observations more than her own reassurances left her feeling a bit sour, though she knew it came from Leng Yanmi's concern for her.

Suppressing that bitterness, Shi Yue said lightly, "Don't you believe that I can handle these little problems?"

Leng Yanmi chuckled softly and ran her fingers through Shi Yue's long hair. "I believe you."

The two lingered in each other's company for a bit longer before Shi Yue, mindful of her work schedule, suggested they wrap things up.

Leng Yanmi wasn't thrilled about it, but she didn't voice her displeasure. With a faint scowl, she silently followed Shi Yue out of the break room, watching as she walked to the door and pulled it open.

However, as soon as Shi Yue stepped outside, she was greeted by the sight of Shu Qingxi standing just beyond the door.

Shi Yue gave her a simple nod of acknowledgment before brushing past her and heading back to the studio.

Shu Qingxi turned her gaze to Leng Yanmi, who was walking out behind Shi Yue.

Leng Yanmi's response was equally cold—her goal for coming here had already been accomplished, and she was planning to leave.

As Leng Yanmi passed by, Shu Qingxi suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

Already irritated that Shi Yue had cut their time short, Leng Yanmi's mood darkened further at the unwelcome touch. She immediately pulled her arm away and stepped to the side.

"Do you need something?"

Shu Qingxi looked at her, hesitating for a moment before asking, "…Sister Yanmi, do you really like someone like her?"

Leng Yanmi's expression instantly darkened. "You've crossed the line."

Her tone was refined, but the underlying message was clear: It's none of your business.

Shu Qingxi's face twisted with displeasure. "Why? I don't see what's so great about her. She must have only gotten close to you because of your status and resources…"

"Enough." Leng Yanmi's brows furrowed tightly.

She didn't spare Shu Qingxi a second glance, instead adjusting her collar as if dusting off the unpleasant exchange. "Step aside. I'm leaving."

Shu Qingxi reluctantly moved out of the way.

As Leng Yanmi passed by her, she suddenly paused and said, "You're a special guest judge for this competition, so I won't hold this against you this time."

"But if you ever speak about my lover like this again…"

She didn't finish the sentence, leaving it hanging in the air, a shred of mercy for Shu Qingxi's dignity.

Then, without another word, she walked off.

Left behind, Shu Qingxi stood frozen, her eyes welling up with tears as she clenched her fists in frustration.

Leng Yanmi had just called Shi Yue her 'lover' right in front of her.

In that moment, Shu Qingxi suddenly realized that everything Leng Mingchuan had said to comfort her had been nothing more than lies. She, Shu Qingxi, had not even the slightest chance.