Chapter 6

Transmigration Diary 6
Morning. Wen Shiyu woke with a sour headache.
She forced her eyes open—high, utterly unfamiliar ceiling.
“!”
She sat up sharply. A soft cashmere blanket slid off her.
The huge living room held only her.
Cefalina gone. Last night’s doctor vanished too.
What happened. She vaguely remembered drinking too much last night—memory blurred.
How did she fall asleep here?
Annoyed, she tugged messy hair and was about to stand when faint clink of china came from the dining room next door.
Cefalina?
Eating in the dorm today?
She hesitated, straightened wrinkled uniform, walked toward the dining room.
Smaller than the living room but just as refined.
Long table with white cloth, fresh flowers.
A uniformed middle-aged maid stood silent nearby.
Cefalina sat alone at one end, breakfast unhurried.
Wen Shiyu noticed Cefalina looked better than yesterday—less fragile transparency, a little color back in her lips.
More alive. Prettier.
Rest overnight—or……?
Hope flickered. Wen Shiyu reached the table, hesitant:
“Um, yesterday…… did I succeed?”
Cefalina’s fork on the egg paused. She lifted her lashes slowly—
As if she could not believe Wen Shiyu had the nerve to ask.
“Of course not.”
“Huh?…… But,” Wen Shiyu whispered, “you look…… a little better?”
She leaned in without thinking, staring at Cefalina.
Cefalina’s ears reddened fast—but her face went colder.
“Wen Shiyu! I gave you a chance. You gave me that perfunctory useless method—and got drunk in my home.”
“Do you understand? Without my help your family will never get that loan,”
She set down knife and fork—for a moment almost mimicking her icy mother.
“Are you going to watch your family’s company slide step by step into bankruptcy?”
Wen Shiyu’s chest tightened.
“I wasn’t perfunctory. Don’t you believe I want to fix this too?”
“Drinking was the only thing I could think of.
I don’t know what else to do.”
“That’s your problem. I want results.”
Cefalina looked away.
“But if you force me like this I can’t think of anything either.”
Wen Shiyu could not help pushing back. “More pressure, the worse I—”
“You force me?” Cefalina stood suddenly—eyes rimming red.
“Wen Shiyu, you forced me! You wrecked my marriage and child plans—I have to bear all this, tolerate your presence—
Why should I sympathize with your trouble, accommodate you—
Have intimate contact with you for pheromones!”
Wen Shiyu blanked.
What intimate contact.
Could pheromones pass through touch?
If Cefalina truly believed Wen Shiyu had forced her into this, sympathy was hard to earn.
But for Wen Shiyu it was disaster from nowhere too……
They stared. The dining room held only breath.
“Anyway—anyway figure it out yourself.”
After a long pause Cefalina seemed to regret her outburst.
She wiped her eyes hard and sat again.
“Today—last chance.”
“Tonight. Same place. If you still can’t release pheromones—
your parents’ loan application gets rejected!”
“……” Wen Shiyu stood, nothing left to say.
She turned to leave and think harder.
Cefalina ordered again:
“Now—sit. Eat with me!”
“?”
When Wen Shiyu looked back Cefalina was not looking at her—face cold as if she had not spoken.
Wen Shiyu eyed the lavish breakfast—fresh pastries, eggs, colorful fruit salad—against cafeteria free bread she was sick of.
“……Okay.” She mumbled, almost without pause, and sat at the far end of the long table from Cefalina.
Free food was free food……
……
The rest of the day Wen Shiyu attended class but scribbled in her notebook.
One core question: besides direct release, how could an Alpha let an Omega get pheromones?
Online answers were blunt and explicit—one wrong search and things got unspeakable.
Obvious answers:
Deep kissing, temporary or permanent marking, and more intimate direct contact and fluid exchange.
Things Cefalina had ruled out—and Wen Shiyu was not keen on either.
But strip to essence:
Pheromones were chemical signals in Alpha fluids. Transfer or contact of fluids might work.
……Sweat, blood, saliva.
Wen Shiyu doodled and circled the three easiest.
She had no real pheromones—but everything depended on Cefalina believing she smelled them.
By grades Cefalina’s biology must be excellent. Wen Shiyu needed correct knowledge to fake the effect……
Sadly pheromones in fluids seemed to break down fast outside the body.
No simple “here’s a tube of blood—drink my pheromones.”
She crossed blood off.
That left……
While she thought, faint commotion outside the window.
She sat by the window and looked up.
On the tree-lined path Su Yan half-supported Cefalina toward the dorm area.
Cefalina head slightly down—one hand in Su Yan’s, the other unconsciously on her belly.
Paler than at breakfast.
Wen Shiyu’s heart dropped. What happened. She had looked fine this morning.
Was pseudocyesis worsening?
The bell rang.
Wen Shiyu packed up and decided to find Cefalina.
New direction—try sooner.
She knew the back paths, slipped through quiet routes toward the villa dorms.
Near the destination she saw Su Yan leaving the main door—Cefalina settled, about to go.
Wen Shiyu’s pulse jumped. She ducked into thick ornamental shrubs and held breath.
She did not want Su Yan seeing her visit Cefalina privately.
Crouched, she listened, guessed Su Yan was gone, and carefully peeked out.
And met Su Yan’s eyes directly.
Wen Shiyu startled—almost sat back down.
Su Yan arms crossed, had been standing by the bush who knew how long.
“Miss Wen,” Su Yan looked down, voice level, “what brings you here?”
Wen Shiyu: “……”
She stood, brushed off leaves. “……Wrong way.”
“If I recall, your apartment block is the other direction.”
“……I’m bad with directions.”
Su Yan: “……”
She did not press. Stepped aside, chin toward the main path. “Fine. Go.”
“?” Wen Shiyu did not get it.
“Exit’s that way.” Su Yan terse, no argument. “I’ll show you out.”
“……” Wen Shiyu had no choice but to follow.
Su Yan neared six feet—years of training, straight posture, steady stride. Beside her Wen Shiyu felt clear pressure.
Silence the whole way.
After a distance Su Yan glanced at Wen Shiyu again.
Memory’s Wen Shiyu wore heavy makeup, invented absurd excuses for contact, clumsy “falls” into her arms, cloying unreasonable demands.
When Cefalina was present she turned jealous and vicious—secret poison looks. The two faces had disgusted Su Yan.
But this Wen Shiyu was bare-faced, uniform neat.
Head slightly down, eyes on the ground—almost desperate to get away.
More like a shy, socially anxious little girl (?)
The contrast was so sharp Su Yan looked again.
At last they reached the main road near the academic building. Wen Shiyu breathed out—time to split.
“Then I’ll—” She could not wait to leave.
Her phone rang sharp in her pocket. Screen jumping: Cefalina.
She clamped it tight.
Su Yan: “Not answering?”
Wen Shiyu swallowed, looked up.
Su Yan’s face was calm.
Maybe she had not seen the name?
Wen Shiyu forced a smile.
“Spam.”
“Thanks for the directions—I’ll go—”
“Wen Shiyu.”
Su Yan stopped her again.
Wen Shiyu had to halt.
“Saint Winsor’s tuition matches top faculty and resources.
For you now the most important thing is study hard, cherish every moment here, graduate cleanly.”
Wen Shiyu blinked.
What kind of wholesome veteran speech was this?
Student council president?
Su Yan was serious. “Focus on school. No more strange plans.
If you hurt Cefalina again—in any way—I will not let it go.”
She paused, looked Wen Shiyu in the eye, word by word: “Understood?”
Wen Shiyu: “……You’ve got it wrong.”
Su Yan said nothing more and left.
Wen Shiyu exhaled, pretended toward her dorm—
A few steps in she hid in a classroom, waited minutes, confirmed Su Yan was not coming back—
Then pulled out the phone still ringing stubbornly.
On the screen “Cefalina” flashed with vibration—as if anger could seep through glass.
Wen Shiyu did not dare delay. Clutching the phone, she ran again toward the standalone villa dorm.