Song Yunsheng, however, did not notice her disappointment and continued talking to herself.
“I know my refusal last time made you a bit dissatisfied, which is why all these things have happened. It’s just a once-a-month agreement; I will fulfill it—you should be satisfied now, shouldn’t you?”
After she finished speaking, she unceremoniously pulled away Sang Yu’s hand. The bathrobe slipped off completely, but Sang Yu only felt a chill pervading her entire body. Looking at Song Yunsheng now, she had no expression at all; her whole person was frozen stiff.
Song Yunsheng, however, stubbornly believed that Sang Yu was intentionally trying to make things difficult for her. Suppressing her expression, she spoke: “Let’s leave it at this, Sang Yu.”
She then closed her eyes and lay down on the bed, waiting for Sang Yu to take the initiative.
But the initiative for what?
Sang Yu still found it difficult to react. She analyzed the current scene bit by bit, and a sharp pain flared in her nerves as if trying to block something out, but she still forced herself to understand.
Her eyes were so sore they wanted to shed tears, but crying at this moment would be too humiliating. Sang Yu’s face was pale, and her lips were bitten hard as if she were about to tear off a piece of flesh.
After a long while, Song Yunsheng’s urging rose again. She opened her eyes impatiently and looked at Sang Yu. “What exactly do you want to do?”
Sang Yu felt somewhat fortunate that she had opened her eyes at this moment; if it had been any earlier, she would surely have been deathly embarrassed. But now, Sang Yu curled her lips, revealing a strained smile, and asked back: “In your eyes, have I become that thirsty?”
The curve of her lips widened further, reaching a point that could almost be described as radiant. For the first time, Sang Yu used a tone of disdain toward Song Yunsheng, sneering as she said:
“Then I’m terribly sorry, I don’t have a hobby for ‘picking up corpses,’ so please trouble yourself, Great CEO Song, to put your clothes back on—”
Song Yunsheng was proud and arrogant; these words were practically synonymous with humiliation. Her face turned pale, and her already suppressed emotions grew increasingly dissatisfied. Yet, at this moment, she remembered the nanny’s instructions and that medicinal meal.
In fact, Song Yunsheng knew how much effort Sang Yu had put into that medicinal meal. She was a very picky eater and hated anything with the smell of Chinese medicine.
Liang Yurou, however, loved that sort of thing. It was hard for Song Yunsheng to refuse, but every time after drinking it, she would feel nauseous for several days—this was likely one of the reasons her stomach was poor. It seemed ridiculous, but the relationship between this mother and daughter was indeed very subtle.
Sang Yu knew that trying to persuade her mother-in-law was useless, so she had fussed over this matter for a long time before managing to create a medicinal meal that suited Song Yunsheng’s taste and that she was willing to drink.
Song Yunsheng was not a robot. Even though she was usually cold-hearted and detached, at this moment, her heart softened slightly. She said with a bit of patience:
“I know you’re still angry, but…”
She sat up, wanting to follow the old way of being tender by giving Sang Yu a kiss. Perhaps memories had stirred certain emotions because, unexpectedly, a slight heat began to rise from the back of Song Yunsheng’s neck.
Song Yunsheng realized this and was stunned. Sang Yu’s reaction was even more obvious, yet she did not cooperate by releasing her Alpha pheromones.
Instead, her face suddenly changed. In the next second, she began to retch directly.
Sang Yu forcefully covered her mouth, not bothering to look at Song Yunsheng’s expression, and rushed into the adjacent bathroom, vomiting violently into the toilet.
Gastric juice burned her throat, and a surge of sour bitterness stimulated Sang Yu’s physiological tears to flow. Her stomach was cramping, yet her gland had inexplicably become hot. Sang Yu’s heart tightened, but she soon realized—it wasn’t the onset of a rut; it was resistance.
As everyone knows, pheromones are a biological genetic instinct. In ancient times, they weren’t just tools used for mating; they could also be used to mark territory and drive away invaders.
And yet now, she was actually feeling resistance toward Song Yunsheng…
Sang Yu stopped in a disheveled state, unsure for a moment whether to be happy or worried.
She had slammed the door when she came in. Now, Song Yunsheng was knocking loudly on the door from outside, once every few moments, whether out of concern or something else.
Sang Yu twisted her face, feeling that she was truly muddled by illness. At a time like this, she was still actually caring about what Song Yunsheng thought of her. Her brain hurt so much it felt like it would explode; she had only caught one whiff of Song Yunsheng’s pheromones, so why was the reaction this intense?
That doctor couldn’t have been hiding something or left some words unsaid, could he? What “Pheromone Disorder Syndrome”one must remember that Song Yunsheng was an Omega she had marked.
Sang Yu frowned and quickly cleaned herself up.
Firstly, she didn’t want to face Song Yunsheng in too wretched a state. Secondly, with such an intense level of resistance, Song Yunsheng would definitely notice that something was wrong.
She didn’t want to prove Song Yunsheng’s words right. This so-called Pheromone Disorder Syndrome, to put it bluntly, wasn’t it just a physical problem caused by “unsatisfied desire”?
It was too humiliating. Sang Yu became even more determined in her mind to get a divorce, while also feeling that since they were going to divorce anyway, why bother letting her know about this?
Sang Yu took a deep breath, flushed away the waste, and dragged her feet to the sink to wash her face with water. At the same time, she turned on the exhaust fan. Only after ensuring she was okay and the pheromones in the room had dissipated did she open the door.
Outside the door, Song Yunsheng had already put on her clothes, her brows tinged with a faint rage.
She was wearing flat shoes, but even so, she looked down upon the listless Sang Yu from a height. Sang Yu didn’t know why she was still staying here and looked up with a slight glance.
Perhaps stimulated by Sang Yu’s terrible complexion, Song Yunsheng’s face was cold, and her voice was almost filled with indignation as she questioned Sang Yu hatefully: “What kind of expression is that? What do you mean by this?”
At this moment, Sang Yu was physically and psychologically fragile; she had no desire to coax Song Yunsheng at all. She was even a bit relieved that Song Yunsheng’s pheromones had dissipated.
For the old Sang Yu, this would have been simply unthinkable. In every previous rut, which time had she not been completely without dignity, coaxing her with all sorts of humble words?
But now…
Perhaps it was retribution. Sang Yu gave a laugh, thinking of the coldness of that night when Song Yunsheng had called her disgusting. With a hint of revenge in her tone, she mocked: “Perhaps your pheromones make me feel disgusted too!”
This was another boomerang, and Song Yunsheng’s face turned even paler.
She was an Omega after all; even if she was frigid, she could not withstand such humiliation. She could only utter empty threats: “Do you know what you’re saying? I am your Omega, how can you talk to me like that, you—”
Song Yunsheng’s state of being shamed into anger was a rare sight, but Sang Yu only felt an immense exhaustion at this moment.
Her strength was slipping away bit by bit…
Sang Yu had thought about asking Song Yunsheng to call and send her to the hospital, but—perhaps because she had played the “licking dog” for too long at this very moment, Sang Yu felt disgusted just thinking about letting Song Yunsheng see her in such a wretched state.
She looked up at Song Yunsheng once more. The indifference in her eyes was startling, and Song Yunsheng clearly froze, her eye color becoming complicated in an instant.
Sang Yu was unwilling to pay her any more mind. She pushed past Song Yunsheng, who was standing in the middle of the doorway, and forced her remaining strength to go downstairs and leave.
It was just that her body was feeling worse and worse. Sang Yu’s mind was a mess; her only thought was that she must not faint at the doorstep of her home and let Song Yunsheng see a joke. To the point that when she reached the intersection and the cold wind blew, Sang Yu finally remembered that this was a villa district—the area was vast, and she would definitely not be able to make it back on her own two legs.
So she tremblingly reached into her pocket and took out her phone. Just as she wanted to press a contact, she realized her fingers were twitching and shaking uncontrollably.
Her breath hitched. In the next moment, her legs gave way, and suddenly the world spun…
She collapsed to the ground.
At this time, Jiang Xin happened to be driving by. Seeing someone collapsed by the roadside, she stepped on the brakes instantly.
She hurried out of the car and was stunned the moment she saw the familiar face of the person on the ground.
But Jiang Xin quickly discovered that Sang Yu’s forehead was covered in cold sweat and her face was deathly pale. At that moment, she couldn’t care about anything else; she decisively called emergency services. Simultaneously, she picked up Sang Yu, placed her in the car, quickly fastened the seatbelt, and slammed on the gas.
The car sped away, and the piece of glass reflecting light behind the large tree also quickly disappeared. A paparazzi adjusted his lens, muttering to himself with smug satisfaction.
“Popular young starlet Jiang Xin trysting with a mysterious Alpha, princess-carries and close contact in turns showing full sweetness—not bad, not bad, this headline will do…”
Clearly, this was a paparazzi following Jiang Xin.