Chapter 35

Transmigration Diary 35
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A day later Charlotte finally found Wen Shiyu alone in a library corner.
Early term—the library empty and quiet—readers lost behind heavy shelves.
Best of all—Cefalina absent.
Almost no hesitation—pulled out the chair beside her—deep breath—
Announced like granting a supreme favor:
“Kiss me.”
Wen Shiyu: “??”
Charlotte actually closed her eyes—lashes trembling—lips pressed— braced for impact.
Wen Shiyu: “……”
Half a wait—eyes open—met Wen Shiyu’s helpless gaze.
“What are you doing?”
Wen Shiyu almost laughed—shouldn’t Charlotte ask that?
“Why would I kiss you—”
Charlotte huffed—chin up—“You’ve already kissed Cefalina, haven’t you?”
Wen Shiyu stiffly looked at her book.
“……I’m doing homework.”
Evasion = confession to Charlotte. She leaned in low—“Kiss. Me.”
Childish brutal reason: “I want to indirectly kiss Cefalina.”
No patience for helplessness—shake head—“I don’t want to kiss you.”
Charlotte’s eyes blew wide—she had not wanted this herself—
Rejection flipped her—Wen Shiyu dared reject her!
Instant pivot:
“We’re making Cefalina hate you—remember?”
Pages stopped—sigh—“I remember.”
“So we need her to see us kissing.”
“Doesn’t have to be real.”
“Success matters! Fake gets caught!”
Lobbying—closer—brow knit—almost at her neck—
“Did you eat fruit?”
Wen Shiyu leaned back—“No.”
Wrong. Charlotte’s doubt deepened—Wen Shiyu seemed to carry a faint pleasant scent—
Barely there—almost undetectable—like—
Wait—
Eyes huge—“You…… are you secondary-presenting as Alpha?”
“Huh?”—“Impossible.”
“Why not.” Serious—“Some Betas near high-rank Alpha or Omega long enough can trigger gland redevelopment—secondary presentation.”
Pause—words on tongue unsaid—
That often meant high match with the Omega who triggered it—
Wen Shiyu surprised—outside her world knowledge—still shook firm—“Impossible.”
Here Betas were gland-degenerate—but she was transmigrated—no gland at all.
Could not present.
Charlotte still suspicious—chin in hand—thinking—Wen Shiyu read on.
Later—small perfume bottle—spritz at Wen Shiyu—
“Smell this—how’s my perfume?”
No expertise—uncertain—“Citrus and…… rose?”
Charlotte’s heart skipped—
This scent had citrus—no rose at all!
Wen Shiyu smelled—not perfume—Charlotte’s deliberate pheromone release.
So—likely Alpha direction.
Palm damp—not fear—nervous excitement—secret hope—
If Wen Shiyu became Alpha—making her fall in love gets easier?
Cefalina would prefer that too—but Charlotte stuck in a groove—must make Wen Shiyu like her.
Stared again—“Do you think it smells good?”
Ordinary pleasant perfume—
Politeness—nod.
Charlotte huffed—praised—corner up—muttering proud—
“Of course it does…… look who it is.”
Answer got—stood—flung open the window beside Wen Shiyu—
Cold blast—Charlotte patted her skirt—gone.
More confused—Charlotte unreadable—closed window—homework.
A while—Cefalina came as usual.
Wen Shiyu looked up—pen down—small smile.
Standing—instinct lean toward Cefalina.
“You smell so good—”
Curious—perfume too?
“Quit it—” Cefalina ignored—secret smile.
Cheesy flirt—finally admitting she liked her?
Hand in hand out—car door—phone buzz—
“Mother”—brow knit—
“Get in—wait a moment.”
Door shut—steps away—breath—answer.
Mother’s voice—clear cold as ever:
“Cefalina—last time you told me not to interfere—that you could manage. I gave you time.”
“Inhalation—your ‘management’ is inseparable from Wen Shiyu—and she moved into your dorm?”
Lips tight—mother had been watching.
“She was hurt because of me—caring for her is right.”
“Is it? Cavendish has countless staff. Must the heiress do everything herself?”
“……”
Mother sighed. “She saved you so you care. Next time she does something for you—will you date her?”
After daily closeness—hearing such blunt dismissive words—first surge: sharp displeasure.
“So what if I dated her?”
“That incident…… wasn’t on purpose.”
Cefalina now believed—maybe Wen Shiyu meant to help—or liked her too much—lost control.
Wrong—but not unforgivable.
Words out—knew mistake instantly.
Silence on the line—mother almost gasped.
Long while—“Cefalina Cavendish—you know she fails family standards.”
“You wanted high-match partners—we can find suitable Alphas—not any…… random Alpha.”
“Come home now. Meet a truly matched equal Alpha—you’ll see this childish stubbornness means nothing.”
Phone gripped tight.
“No—I won’t hear family standards again—”
Parents’ marriage glitter—ice inside—after the sister—only hollow courtesy.
High-match Alpha was childhood talk—match score meant little now.
Hers with Wen Shiyu was low—felt fine anyway.
Mother would not understand—cut the call without waiting.
Long sigh—white breath in cold air.
Knew consequences—pressure coming—looked at Wen Shiyu waiting in the car—hesitation.
Should she move out—avoid the storm?
Door open—Wen Shiyu frowning—hand on forehead.
“What’s wrong?” Leaned—knuckles to her brow—
“A little warm—leg infected?”
Shake head—“Healing well.”
Puzzled—“Just dizzy—maybe low fever.”
Unconscious lean toward Cefalina—
Faint peach eased the ache—
Nuzzled her shoulder—“You smell good—”
Corner up again—last time pheromones “useless”—now sick she clung.
Mother’s shadow lifted—reward—a light kiss—
Meant to be brief—Wen Shiyu’s lips carried something cling-worthy—eyes half-shut—kept kissing—
Wen Shiyu startled—then answered soft—Cefalina’s mouth sweet—arms around her waist somehow—
Small cabin heating—
Parted—both red—breath uneven—
Cefalina pulled back—mind to care—
Mouth still wanted more—
“Are you…… overworking? So many courses—”
Wen Shiyu unfocused—another kiss—did not ask why—honest:
“This term—a bit more—enough credits—graduate early.”
“What’s the rush?”
Silence—eyes down—no answer.
Cavendish attitude clear—when pseudocyesis broke—no reason to stay.
Thinking leave—strange ache in chest—
Looked up—too focused—
Cefalina caught it—
Smile—smug—satisfied—Wen Shiyu needed her—could not leave—
Must keep her close.
“Back to the dorm.” Engine on.
Meanwhile—
Charlotte hurried to her dorm—study—
Secondary presentation rare—obscure knowledge—
She alone knew Wen Shiyu’s state—
Heart racing—computer on—
“Research shows Betas before and after secondary presentation—gland redevelopment—hormone surge—long pseudo-rut-like period—”
“Duration varies—symptoms vary—gender, rank, trigger factor—”
“……Heightened pheromone sensitivity—mood and body volatile—”
“Pheromones received in this window may shift final presentation outcome—”
Line by line—heart faster—
Meaning?
If Wen Shiyu became Alpha—and Charlotte stayed close—she might become Charlotte’s match?
Hand over mouth—such a thing existed—
“Then—” whisper—face red—“I need a chance.”
Before Cefalina noticed—separate Wen Shiyu from Cefalina—
Yes—absolutely not—perfect match with Cefalina—
She would sacrifice herself.