Chapter 4

Transmigration Diary 4
Wen Shiyu: “……”
Pheromones. She did not have—any—of—that!
How did Cefalina think she was an Alpha?
Had the Cavendishes never considered how a Beta was supposed to “provide” before asking her to cooperate?
Or did they want her and Cefalina to fight??
Sure enough Cefalina read her face as refusal. Shame in her eyes turned to anger.
“All that talk just now—you were lying.”
“You plan to control me with pheromones. I knew it—that was your plan from the start!”
Cefalina stepped in; distance vanished. She grabbed Wen Shiyu’s collar.
Wen Shiyu could see fine red at the corners of her eyes—fragile even in rage.
“You really think pregnancy means you win?”
“Believe me—I can make school unbearable for you even sooner!”
“No—not that!”
Wen Shiyu’s scalp crawled. She would never pick a fight with the it-girl lead.
“I’m not refusing on purpose—I just—I just—”
Just cannot produce what does not exist!
Deep breath. She had to lie.
“I can’t.”
Cefalina: “What?”
“What? Alphas can’t sometimes too!”
Right?
Wen Shiyu straightened her collar, face pained and self-loathing. “Not everyone can control pheromones at will.”
Cefalina froze, still suspicious, but her grip loosened.
She looked Wen Shiyu up and down, weighing truth.
Wen Shiyu pressed on:
“My body…… has issues in that area.
Otherwise why has no one at school ever smelled my pheromones?
Everyone assumes I’m a Beta. Right?”
Cefalina fell into brief memory.
“You did act like a Beta—I was fooled too……
Since they pulled you from the lake, when I saw you in the hall again…… something felt off. I can’t say what, but—”
Wen Shiyu blinked.
What? She was one hundred percent ordinary human.
Her body had transmigrated—small scars and birthmarks unchanged. She knew her own body. No glands possible.
Only the transmigration buff made everyone see her as the novel’s Wen Shiyu.
“Anyway!” Wen Shiyu pulled the topic back, coughed lightly, kept the “hurt” and “shame” on her face.
“Pheromones—I’m not withholding on purpose. I really can’t release them freely, right now. I’m upset too.
Please…… give me time to figure something out.”
“When.”
“Hm?”
Cefalina would not let go. “When will you figure it out.”
“Uh…… next week—” Wen Shiyu tried; Cefalina’s face darkened. She changed fast:
“Three days! Three days—”
“Tomorrow.” Cefalina gave no ground, voice ice. “Tomorrow evening, after dinner. If you still can’t—”
She paused, chin lifted slightly.
“I hear your family’s cash flow is very tight after that failed East Coast green-energy project. You’re applying for new loans everywhere and getting turned down.”
Flat tone, like weather—but every word hit bone.
“Coincidentally, one of the largest shareholders in your family’s main bank is mine.”
Wen Shiyu paused. The Cavendish way of holding leverage was identical.
Cefalina watched her shifting expression and went on slowly, “Tomorrow evening, if you still can’t provide pheromones—
you know what happens to your loan application.”
Wen Shiyu: “……”
……
In the end Cefalina seemed to let her go for now—even sent a car back to Saint Winsor.
But Wen Shiyu knew the real trouble had only begun.
Tomorrow evening—where was she supposed to conjure “pheromones” for Cefalina?
Back in her empty dorm she shut the door, sighed, and collapsed on the bed. Phone out.
The Cavendishes’ promise covered only her tuition—not the Wen family’s crumbling cash line.
No surprise. Tuition alone was enough to pin her.
They only wanted her to act and keep quiet.
She had no chips to demand more.
Staring at the screen, weighing whether to ask Cefalina’s parents, a new message popped up.
Short, businesslike: 【Miss Wen, tuition has been discussed with the school in preliminary terms. Please do not worry.】
Subtle wording—not “resolved” but “discussed,” “do not worry”—a plank that could be pulled anytime.
Then a second: 【Unless necessary, do not contact this number. One-way contact preserves secrecy.】
“……” Wen Shiyu stared a long time.
Finally she tugged the corner of her mouth. Even asking was pointless.
They knew her situation.
If they also fixed the Wen family crisis, the noise would be too big to hide from sensitive Cefalina watching everything.
They would refuse.
Maybe…… they expected her and Cefalina to clash over pheromones—more negative emotion, faster break from false pregnancy.
So Cefalina might recover sooner.
But what about her family’s money……
The screen lit again.
A familiar ring broke the quiet. The name jumping: Wen Shiyue.
The original host’s little sister?
Wen Shiyu breathed in, oddly nervous, adjusted face and voice, answered.
“……Hello?”
“Sis!” A bright young voice, worry underneath—noisy background, probably between classes.
“Are you okay? Mom said you almost drowned a few days ago?”
“I’m fine, just…… uh, fell in the lake by accident.”
“Ah! You’re really okay?”
Wen Shiyu paused. Being cared for by family was new to her.
In the original’s memory this sister was sweet and obedient—an Omega in a top high school back home.
A very good kid.
Smaller than her, yet comforting her—family was worried too, regretted harsh words.
They were overwhelmed now and could not visit.
If big sister took leave for a while, parents would find a way for tuition.
“Sis, if work is too hard—I can tell Mom and Dad to stop my cram classes, and pocket money…… I saved some—”
Wen Shiyu could hardly speak. The original had been loved at home. They had gritted teeth to send her to this elite school.
Tuition was already crushing. Now with trouble at home, even her high-school sister was comforting her.
Wen Shiyu lowered her eyes—almost envious……
Wait. They were her “family” now too.
She really could not watch the family go bankrupt.
“Yueyue,” Wen Shiyu cut in, “don’t talk nonsense. Keep your pocket money for things you like. Sis will handle things at home. Don’t worry.”
The sister went quiet. “Sis…… will handle it?”
“What kind of question is that—”
“Ah, I didn’t—I didn’t mean—” The girl suddenly flushed.
The old Wen Shiyu never comforted her like this. She had not expected sudden gentleness.
She listened to Wen Shiyu through the receiver.
“Don’t worry. There’s always a way if you think hard enough.”
First time her sister felt so gentle and reliable—eyes reddening.
After the call Wen Shiyu told herself the same thing, opened her laptop, and read up on ABO dynamics again.
After enough reading she understood why Cefalina, though she hated her, clung to her “pheromones.”
In ABO worlds “pregnancy” meant deep marking. An Omega’s body and instinct craved the marking Alpha’s pheromones for safety and comfort—written in the genes.
Refusing would hurt Cefalina badly.
……And make her furious.
This was trouble.
How could she provide them?
Wen Shiyu turned it over and found one thread: if all of this lived in Cefalina’s imagination—
Then if Cefalina believed she got pheromones, like last time—would that work?
Key question: during the heat episode, how had Cefalina smelled her “pheromones”?
Just plum wine? Some other mistake? Heat-addled brain?
Cefalina was clear-headed now. Wen Shiyu did not believe one cup of plum wine would work again.
With faint hope she opened a shopping site and searched “pheromone perfume.”
The price page made her gasp.
A dizzying string of zeros—and fine print: “medical need certificate required,” “applicant must be patient only.”
Road blocked.
She slumped in the chair, staring at the ceiling.
Time passed. Before lights-out Wen Shiyu suddenly sat up, grabbed her hair in desperation.
“Help!”
She opened delivery, typed three characters again.
Plum wine.
Next morning Wen Shiyu went to the cafeteria with free bread as usual—then caught movement at the entrance.
Cefalina. As always the tall, cold female Alpha Su Yan at her side—this time another striking girl Wen Shiyu half recognized.
Short fluffy curls, dark hair mixed chestnut and brown, eyes molten gold.
From memory fragments: Charlotte—friends with Cefalina and Su Yan since childhood, same elite background.
The three together drew every eye in the dining hall.
They were the tiny peak of Saint Winsor’s pyramid—rumor, admiration, orbit.
Wen Shiyu looked away calmly. The deal was tonight; daytime they had nothing to do with each other.
Plate in hand, she headed for a corner seat.
A clear voice cut through breakfast noise and called her name exactly.
“Wen Shiyu.”
Cefalina.
Wen Shiyu stiffened, looked up in disbelief.
Cefalina had not sat down. She stood by their usual best table.
Su Yan and Charlotte stopped too—varying scrutiny and confusion—looking at Cefalina, then across the room at Wen Shiyu in the corner.
Everyone knew they were sworn enemies.
Students froze. Eyes waiting for a show gathered from every direction and pinned Wen Shiyu.
What was this?
Wen Shiyu’s scalp prickled. She could not pretend not to hear.
Under all those stares Cefalina pressed her lips together and spoke again:
“Come here.”