Chapter 20

Transmigration Diary 20
“Wen Shiyu—”
“Wen Shiyu——”
“Mm?”
“Neck—”
Cefalina lifted long hair—pale slender nape.
Wen Shiyu hesitated—Cefalina had taken the initiative again—maybe unwell?
“Wen Shiyu——”
Soft voice—faint peach—Wen Shiyu swallowed—bit.
Today different—trembling—whimper—shirt pulled up—
Next second arms around Wen Shiyu’s head—face pressed to her chest—
“!”
Wen Shiyu ears burned.
No response—small urge: “Hurry—”
“Uh—but…… maybe not necessary like this.”
Hesitation—Cefalina’s eyes redder.
“What do you mean—”
“I just think…… this might not give much pheromone anyway.”
Cefalina blank—then scarlet.
“You—”
Not only for pheromones—so what—
This weird state—all Wen Shiyu’s fault—
She should take responsibility!
Wen Shiyu unwilling—
Hate Wen Shiyu—does not like Omegas—pervert crush on Alphas!
Hate.
Does not like her either.
Only pregnant—forced with her baby—so itchy—so swollen—miserable.
Wanted to be tough—send her away—but body and mind ready—only Wen Shiyu could—
Could not scold—panting—red eyes glare: “You—what do you want—I’ll buy it!”
“Huh?”
“Not that—”
“I don’t want anything—”
“Name it!” Lips tight—heir swagger—nothing she could not get.
But red eyes—trembling—like a shivering rabbit—
Tears held back—aura halved.
“You rubbed just now—on purpose—now refuse—I’m already…… like this—”
One more no and she would cry—
“Okay okay—I know.” Wen Shiyu held her—sorry—
……
After PE Cefalina glared her into the next seat—still puffed angry.
Under the desk—soon her leg pressed Wen Shiyu’s—whole period—never moved.
Bell—Wen Shiyu packed for next building—strap stuck—
Cefalina sitting on her bag—
Slow lift—
“Oh—that’s why you felt bad—”
Wen Shiyu smiled—pulled strap—waved—left.
Corridor corner—gentle pull behind pillar—
Su Yan.
Leaned—sniffed nape—straightened.
“In class I felt it.”
“Scent on your neck…… almost gone.”
“Ah—” touched nape—“PE sweat…… showered—”
“So.” Su Yan nodded hesitant.
“Then…… no need to apply tonight?”
Before answer: “When give Cefalina the perfume?”
……
Cefalina at classroom door—railing air—
Below—Wen Shiyu and Su Yan close—whispering.
Brow knit.
Too far to hear.
Why did Su Yan seek Wen Shiyu?
Charlotte followed—smiled at the sight.
Cefalina: “Tell Wen Shiyu to come back.”
Charlotte down the stairs—
“Wen Shiyu—Cefalina wants you.”
“?” Again?
Lately random summons—often nothing.
Still ran up.
Gone—Charlotte smiled at Su Yan.
“Remember what I wanted to tell you?”
No wait—straight: “Wen Shiyu will give you her flower at the ball—for the Iris scholarship.
Cefalina wants you to reject her publicly.”
Su Yan blank. “What?”
“No—”
Before maybe she would consider.
Now she knew Wen Shiyu—refuse—could not humiliate her publicly.
Wrong—
“Not Cefalina’s idea.”
Sharp eyes on Charlotte. “You—pushed Wen Shiyu at me—fed Cefalina this plan.
You knew I’d refuse. You want Cefalina angry at me.”
Charlotte shrugged—no shame. “You can’t do it—not loyal enough. My fault?”
Su Yan ice. “Enough Charlotte. I always knew what you think.”
Step forward—low clear: “I never cared why?”
“Cefalina will never choose you as mate.”
“How dare you!” Tail stepped on.
“She always cared—saved my life!”
Su Yan shook head. “She saw you as a little sister—weak, small, bean sprout. Kind nature—extra care—not romance!”
Charlotte red.
“So what? I’m not Alpha—I fight harder—not quit like you!”
Su Yan sighed—silent.
Charlotte shocked. “You really gave up Cefalina?”
Because Wen Shiyu?
Eyes wide—moonlit clean face—what magic?
“Wen Shiyu?” murmured.
……
Two weeks—exams ended.
Ball before grades—to forget anxiety.
Preparation at Cavendish villa as usual—maids with gowns and jewels.
Cefalina blinding—rose-pink couture—layered skirt—hand-sewn diamonds—starlight on body.
Pale-gold hair half down half up—tulip at temple—Cavendish heir’s wish flower.
Su Yan entered.
“Cefalina.”
Timing right—perfume bottle out.
Cefalina took it—not trying—not interested—
Amber eyes on Su Yan: “You and Wen Shiyu…… too close? Charlotte said it was your plan—pretend interest—reject her at the ball.”
Su Yan silent.
Cefalina sighed—lashes down.
“Knew it…… you wouldn’t like that—or fake kindness for a scheme.”
Pause—eyes up: “So what do you mean?”
Su Yan: “Don’t you want to try the perfume?”
If it worked—no more Wen Shiyu?
Cefalina gripped bottle. “……”
……
Wen Shiyu waited for grades.
Grades not public—she stopped hiding on exams.
Should scrape some scholarship.
Ball first—free buffet—good food.
Original host’s dress—simple black satin—no pannier—fitted waist—long legs—bare shoulders and back.
First time hair down—ink cascade—white lily on wrist as her flower.
Ball hall—nobles in full dress.
Thought she was plain—low profile to the buffet—
Everyone looked back.
First time out of uniform—black on snow skin—ink hair—features like ink painting—cold unknowing pull—
Slender elegance under simple cut—
Alphas and Omegas blushed—looked away.
Wen Shiyu: ?
Eyes on food—
Band raised hand—waltz—
Lights dim—spot on floor—
Edge of light—wanted shadow—
Su Yan through the crowd—white perfect suit—tall and noble.
Before her—bow—hand out—audible: “Wen Shiyu—may I have the first dance?”
Huh?
Rejection prelude—this early?
Could not refuse—hand in palm—“My pleasure.”
Danced—Su Yan led steady—Wen Shiyu followed.
Cefalina rushed through couples—perfume and attention—
Breath quick—flushed—To Su Yan urgent: “Switch partners.”
Pulled Wen Shiyu from Su Yan’s arm.
“?” Wen Shiyu lost.
Cefalina stunning tonight—eyes brighter than diamonds—mood poor.
“Give me your flower.” Chin up—righteous in her ear.
“Huh?”
“Your flower.”
Glance at Su Yan—stress on “me”—anxious repeat.
No script in head.
Su Yan approached—silent—removed her iris from her chest—offered Wen Shiyu.
Suppressed gasp hall-wide.
Heavy iris—mind blank.
Wrong script—
Should offer flower to Su Yan—confess—rejected—
Now—take Su Yan’s—give hers—top scholarship hers.
Amount made her freeze—tempted—
Cefalina saw hesitation—furious—yanked golden tulip from her hair—Cavendish unconditional promise—heavier than iris—
Diamonds glitter—hair slipped—goddess confidence—offered.
Charlotte startled—heir flower that easy?
Rushed—shoved red rose from her neck into Wen Shiyu’s arms—snatched plain white lily from wrist.
“???”
Wen Shiyu stood—three flowers—
Su Yan’s blue iris, Cefalina’s gold tulip, Charlotte’s red rose.
Center floor—three campus goddesses frozen absurd.
Ball silent but waltz inertia.
Everyone held breath—history-making gossip.
Wen Shiyu blinked—one huge question:
What play is this??