Chapter 13

Transmigration Diary 13
Su Yan’s car finally stopped before a cutting-edge lab under a biotech company.
Normally no visitors—signs everywhere: staff only.
Su Yan arrived—researchers in white coats already waiting—bowed—swiped card through heavy automatic doors one after another.
Wen Shiyu saw noble privilege again.
After twists and turns they entered a medium standalone lab.
The guide handed off, withdrew quietly, closed the door.
Only Su Yan and Wen Shiyu remained.
Odd layout—half instruments Wen Shiyu could not name, neat reagent racks.
Half like a medical exam room—adjustable recliner, collection tools.
Wen Shiyu did not know why they came.
Su Yan had a plan—tied long black hair back, opened main computer, operated.
Wen Shiyu leaned over.
Su Yan still on screen but explained: “To keep Cefalina’s matter from leaking, just us two is enough. I’ll run the machines.”
“First confirm collection and analysis are running normally.”
Wen Shiyu nodded hesitant—still unclear.
Really run every machine?
So if someone asked details later she could describe collection fully?
Too thorough.
Su Yan picked up a refined metal collar-like device.
Wen Shiyu thought it was for her—cooperative—undid top uniform button.
School physicals were like that—whatever they needed exposed, strip first.
Su Yan looked up—saw her pulling clothes down—stepped back.
“Don’t do that!”
“We’re not suited.”
Wen Shiyu’s hands stopped, blank: “?”
Su Yan saw her completely lost look—realized misunderstanding, overreacted.
“……Uh.”
Su Yan’s ears burned—for the first time in her life.
“I mean—you can’t extract pheromones from your body…… I will.”
She fixed the metal collar on her own neck—fitting the gland area at the nape.
Wen Shiyu understood.
Demo on herself?
Data scrolled on screen.
Soon a clear report appeared.
【Subject sex: Alpha (superior grade)】
【Pheromone analysis: alcohol—aged whiskey (primary), wood—oak (secondary)】
【Concentration: S-class】
【Stability: excellent】
Plus long chemical formulas and fluctuation curves.
……Superior Alpha indeed.
Wen Shiyu thought of Cefalina’s peach—sniffed on instinct.
This time nothing in the air.
Su Yan saw the small gesture.
Lowered lashes, pressed lips—said nothing—quickly removed collar, sterilized.
“Good. System normal.” Su Yan closed test screen, turned to Wen Shiyu, serious:
“Now we choose a suitable pheromone for you.”
Wen Shiyu: “Hm?”
“We can’t pretend research for days then hand Cefalina random perfume and gamble it works.”
Su Yan had decided.
“We must raise success odds as much as possible.
So the next few days I’ll put a specific pheromone scent on you.
Let Cefalina get familiar—confirm that’s your smell—then we give her matching perfume.”
“Ah—how do you ‘put it on’?” Wen Shiyu surprised.
Su Yan paused—surprised at her ignorance.
“Pheromones can linger on another person a long time—especially where scent glands cluster—inner wrist, behind ears, side of neck—”
She pointed at her wrist.
“Alphas often leave scent on their Omega that way—common scent marking.”
Su Yan could not understand how Wen Shiyu did not know.
“……Oh.” Another ABO lesson.
“But I’m a Beta?”
Su Yan lowered eyes. “Betas work too.”
Precisely because Beta—rubbed scent would not mix with others…… lasts longer.
Some Alphas loved marking Beta partners even more.
“Anyway we blend a suitable scent—I rub it on for you.”
Wen Shiyu casually: “Can’t I do it myself?” Like perfume.
Su Yan went stern. “No. You can’t control concentration. I have to help.”
“Oh.” Wen Shiyu nodded—hesitated again.
“Won’t that pick up your scent too?”
Su Yan raised brow—immediate stern: “I’m high-tier Alpha—strong control over my own pheromones.
You’re Beta—you won’t trigger my release. How could—”
Then seemed to think of something—add fast, voice tight:
“This is necessary contact in the plan. No other meaning.”
“……” Wen Shiyu felt she overreacted.
Hinting an Alpha could not control pheromones was touchy?
She shut up.
Su Yan opened the database—asked details of “pheromones” Cefalina might have sensed from her.
Besides school plum wine Wen Shiyu had nothing.
No choice.
Su Yan contacted the school—got procurement list—bought the same brand plum wine.
Started molecular synthesizer—small batches of simulated pheromone samples from formula.
Each sample on special paper—compared to school plum drink.
Honestly they smelled alike to Wen Shiyu—some less alcohol, some more sour plum. Base, mid, top notes—she caught none.
She yawned secretly—drowsy.
Su Yan opposite—a sharp superior Alpha sniffing other “Alpha” pheromones long was not pleasant.
Mostly frowning, colder than usual—paper up, sniff, down—precise and impatient.
Test papers piled on the bench.
As Wen Shiyu’s lids drooped Su Yan stopped.
“This one.” She held the strip to Wen Shiyu.
Wen Shiyu sat straight. “Ah.”
She sniffed.
Honestly no different from the rest.
But Su Yan looked foul from too much Alpha scent—Wen Shiyu performed enthusiasm to avoid looking lazy.
“Yes yes yes!”
Su Yan: “……”
She said nothing—generated more—took Wen Shiyu’s wrist, applied.
After that the lab fell into rhythm. Every few minutes Su Yan had her extend wrist—sniff close—record intensity on tablet. Thirty minutes later she frowned.
“No—fades too fast this way.”
They needed very faint but long-lasting.
Wen Shiyu bored, nodded absently. “Then…… what?”
Su Yan’s gaze fell on Wen Shiyu’s neck.
Hesitated—serious tense face again: “You…… don’t move.”
Wen Shiyu startled—thought something big was coming.
Su Yan only reached out—carefully—lifted black hair from her shoulder.
Wen Shiyu found it too careful—gathered all hair to one side herself—exposed whole pale nape and behind ears—undid the choker Cefalina had put on her.
Even tilted head to show the area directly.
Su Yan paused—ears warm.
Wen Shiyu’s nape line fine and slender—skin delicate under cold lab light—slight bone, soft down.
Wen Shiyu did not understand—in ABO worlds offering nape to an Alpha was deep trust…… and flirtation.
Su Yan looked away a beat—believed Wen Shiyu liked her hard or why so cooperative today—always undoing clothes.
Mood very mixed.
Su Yan was never ambiguous about feelings.
Deep breath. “Don’t like me anymore.”
Wen Shiyu: “Huh?”
“I’m saying this for your good.”
Wen Shiyu utterly lost.
After a long beat remembered the original host did like her.
A little awkward.
“No no—I don’t like you anymore.”
Su Yan frowned at once—not believing.
“Then who do you like?”
“……”