Jiang Yi certainly didn’t expect this young mistress to have read her file. She stood up and extended her hand toward the approaching Song Yi: “Hello, Miss Song Yi, I’ll be the security personnel responsible for your safety over the next month.”
Song Yi didn’t shake her hand but instead stared at Jiang Yi in horror: “Aren’t you dead?”
Hey hey hey! What did she mean by “dead”? She was perfectly alive right now!
Though Jiang Yi had limited work experience, she was still a seasoned veteran from the military. Hearing Song Yi’s words, she responded with a forced smile: “Miss Song Yi must be joking.”
Song Yi’s pupils instantly constricted, feeling that the person before her resembled even more the detestable bully who had beaten her up during her teenage years.
However, Song Yi soon realized this Jiang Yi wasn’t that Jiang Yi.
Jiang Yi also understood that Song Yi had mistaken her for someone else. She didn’t mind much and simply said: “The world is full of strange coincidences—people without blood relations can look remarkably alike.” Like celebrities Xia Yu and Zhang Yishan who share similar faces.
Song Yi gave Jiang Yi a complicated look: “But your name is Jiang Yi too. That’s way too coincidental.”
Jiang Yi also found it quite a coincidence. Her original name was Jiang Yi, the body she transmigrated into was also named Jiang Yi, and now Song Yi’s classmate was also called Jiang Yi.
This was bordering on absurd. What kind of Jiang Yi hodgepodge was this?
Jiang Yi didn’t dwell on it too much and quickly began her duties, focusing on her security work.
At first, Song Yi constantly bossed her around. One day she’d demand to go out shopping for bags, the next she’d insist on going racing.
Given the special circumstances, how could Jiang Yi let her go out? She’d always smile and say the weather wasn’t good or that the bags weren’t very nice. Song Yi would then find other ways to torment her—demanding various drinks and even insisting Jiang Yi feed her.
Though Jiang Yi wasn’t some spoiled rich kid raised with servants waiting on her hand and foot, she certainly didn’t need to serve others, especially not capitalists.
She had once shouldered a gun to defend her country—she wasn’t about to wait on some pampered young lady.
Whenever Song Yi made unreasonable demands, Jiang Yi would coldly refuse: “Apologies, Miss Song Yi. I’m only responsible for your safety, not for being your maid.”
Song Yi would then throw tantrums like a bratty child. Dealing with brats was Jiang Yi’s specialty—she’d simply grab Song Yi by the collar and toss her into a room for timeout.
After a few rounds of this, Song Yi became thoroughly disciplined and stopped causing trouble.
Sometimes, Song Yi would still grumble: “You’re just as annoying as that Jiang Yi.”
Hearing this repeatedly, Jiang Yi couldn’t help growing curious about this namesake: “Miss Song Yi, you keep saying I resemble your classmate. What kind of person was she to leave such a lasting impression on you?”
Song Yi huffed angrily: “She was a complete jerk! Back in school, she bullied me and even broke my face in the cafeteria!”
Jiang Yi thought to herself—that didn’t sound right. Given this young mistress’s personality, shouldn’t it have been the other way around?
Jiang Yi pressed further: “And then?”
Song Yi then recounted various incidents about Jiang Yi, including how her differentiation into an alpha caused a mass omega arousal—and Jiang Yi seemed to detect a hint of admiration in her eyes.
This Miss Song Yi… actually admired that person? Realizing this, Jiang Yi felt inexplicably creeped out, as if something was fundamentally wrong.
After all, she was also a special type of alpha who understood how this kind could attract omegas. Remembering how other omegas had looked at her with near-murderous desire, Jiang Yi immediately tightened control over her pheromones.
Absolutely cannot let Song Yi catch a whiff of her pheromones during this assignment. What if she transferred her affections and fell for her instead?
Thinking this, Jiang Yi asked another question: “What happened later? You said she died—how did that happen?”
At this, Song Yi paused before saying: “Later… later she… was apparently kidnapped along with her stepsister and died saving her.”
Jiang Yi’s heart sank. Her namesake was clearly a good person. It was such a pity she died young.
After hearing this story from Song Yi, Jiang Yi felt strangely unsettled. That night, she couldn’t sleep.
Tossing and turning in bed, she eventually got up and took a cold shower. Coming out, she stood before the mirror, pulling aside her robe to examine the deep bite mark still visible on her left shoulder.
After falling into the water back then, she hadn’t treated the wound properly, leading to an infection that left this scar—still strikingly clear.
It was like a brand on Jiang Yi’s body, seemingly impossible to remove in this lifetime.
For some reason, Jiang Yi didn’t want to remove it either.
After two weeks at the Song residence, Jiang Yi encountered an assassination attempt. The attacker wielded a dagger but was no match for Jiang Yi, who subdued them effortlessly.
The entire Song family expressed profound gratitude and increased her compensation. But what Jiang Yi had feared eventually happened—
This Miss Song Yi was an absolute admirer of strength. After the incident, the way she looked at Jiang Yi changed completely.
Once, this Miss Song Yi even marched into Jiang Yi’s room in her pajamas without warning.
Fresh out of the shower in her own sleepwear, Jiang Yi was horrified to find Song Yi throwing herself at her.
Without hesitation, she chopped Song Yi’s neck, knocking her out before dragging her back to her own room.
After handling the situation, Jiang Yi immediately called her old squad leader: “Squad leader, save me!”
The squad leader instantly grew tense: “What’s wrong? Enemy encounter? I’ll send reinforcements immediately!”
Jiang Yi was practically wailing internally: “An enemy would be better! I was almost sexually assaulted just now, you know!”
The squad leader froze—wait, sexually assaulted? You? A strapping alpha like you?
The squad leader felt her worldview shake. Stuttering, she asked: “You… what exactly happened… who was it… are you… safe now?”
Wait, with Jiang Yi’s monstrous capabilities, who could possibly overpower her? There’s no way she’d let herself be taken advantage of, right?
Clutching her pajamas tightly, Jiang Yi hurriedly explained: “It was that young mistress! You have no idea—she just barged into my room in her pajamas! Now my whole room reeks of her pheromones—it’s disgusting!”
“I think she might have taken a liking to me. These past few days she keeps finding excuses to cop feels—she’s clearly plotting something! Squad leader, there’s only a few days left on this assignment anyway—can’t you find someone to replace me? I’ll split my pay by the day with them.”
Jiang Yi was terrified of these omegas. Past experiences had convinced her that masturbation was perfectly sufficient.
She’d been an innocent girl originally—who could handle suddenly growing weird appendages out of nowhere?
Hearing this, the squad leader immediately recognized Jiang Yi’s old phobia resurfacing. She couldn’t help snickering: “Jiang Yi, you said yourself it’s only a few more days. Just tough it out. Even if I wanted to find a replacement now, who could I get?”
Jiang Yi grew frantic: “You literally just said you could send reinforcements!”
The squad leader chuckled: “That was for actual emergencies!”
Jiang Yi raised her voice: “This is an emergency!”
The squad leader sighed lightly: “What kind of emergency is this? This is just your ‘Jiang Baoyu’ charm causing romantic troubles again. With your looks, physique, and that scent of yours, what omega wouldn’t fall for you? Unless they’re gay.”
The squad leader concluded: “Alright, enough nonsense. I thought it was something serious. I’m hanging up—call me if something actually happens.”
With that, the squad leader ended the call.
Hearing the dial tone, Jiang Yi felt utterly defeated: “Hey… hey…”
“Aren’t you worried about your security company getting embroiled in some ‘bodyguard seduces young mistress’ scandal?!”
Grumbling, Jiang Yi tried calling back, but after a few rings, the call was declined.
Now Jiang Yi understood—her squad leader had decided to abandon her.
Fine, whatever. She’d endure it. Such was the life of a wage slave—you tolerate anything for money.
With this mindset, Jiang Yi resolved to tough out the remaining days.
Time flew by, and soon it was August 24th. That morning, the young mistress suddenly decided to take Jiang Yi out.
Jiang Yi thought it unsafe, but Song Yi threw such an intense tantrum that she had no choice but to comply.
En route, Song Yi made Jiang Yi change into formal wear, transforming her into someone presentable.
Prioritizing safety, Jiang Yi inquired about their destination and studied the building layout and maps, preparing escape routes in case of emergencies.
Only when they were nearly there did Song Yi reveal this was actually a birthday banquet.
After exiting the car, Song Yi—wearing a backless dress and flawless makeup—approached to link arms with her.
Jiang Yi immediately stepped back: “Miss, what are you doing?!”
Seeing her reaction, Song Yi pouted unhappily: “Today’s my rival’s birthday! I brought you here to show off! From now on, act like my girlfriend, got it?”
She absolutely wouldn’t play along with this young mistress’s childish games. Jiang Yi firmly refused: “No way. I’m only responsible for your safety—anything beyond that isn’t my job.”
Song Yi smiled and raised a finger: “100,000…”
Damn, that’s a lot of money. She was tempted.
Jiang Yi’s lips twitched, but she remained silent.
Song Yi spread her palm: “500,000!”
Sorry, but that was simply too much. Jiang Yi’s principles instantly crumbled as she made an OK gesture: “Yes, Miss Song Yi. Whatever you say, Miss Song Yi.”
Delighted, Song Yi happily linked arms with Jiang Yi as they entered the banquet hall.
Taking the elevator to the top-floor venue, Jiang Yi stood stiff as a statue while Song Yi led her inside by the arm.
The elegant strains of orchestral music filled the grand hall, echoing throughout the space. Beautiful women in flowing gowns glided between champagne towers, their sleeves fluttering like wings. The air was thick with the mingled pheromones of countless omegas—for a special alpha like Jiang Yi, it was nearly lethal in concentration.
Dizziness washed over Jiang Yi as she tilted her head back to gaze at the massive crystal chandelier at the banquet’s center, her mind growing hazy.
Fragments of memories she’d never experienced flashed through her consciousness.
A lively venue filled with melodious singing, everywhere the scent of perfume and clinking glasses.
Young children laughing by floor-to-ceiling windows, cheering and celebrating. Fireworks bursting outside in glorious, fleeting brilliance.
Then, Jiang Yi heard footsteps. Belatedly, she turned her head toward the center of the hall.
In that instant, the swirling omega pheromones seemed to part like mist before a breeze, leaving only one scent lingering in her mind.
It was indescribable—like flowers blooming under sunlight, like a spring breeze passing by—sweet yet fresh, inexplicably moving. Like nature itself, like everything, profoundly intimate.
Following this scent, Jiang Yi’s gaze locked onto a woman.
She wore a red evening gown, her hair elegantly pinned up to reveal a slender, snow-white neck and delicate jawline.
The woman held a champagne flute, lips slightly pursed as she murmured to her companion. Whatever was said made her smile—
A faint smile, like gentle ripples across a mirror-still lake, sending tremors through one’s heart.
Jiang Yi found herself staring, realizing for the first time that there truly existed an omega whose pheromones didn’t repel her.
Standing motionless, Jiang Yi tilted her head slightly as she studied the woman, an unconscious smile tugging at her lips.
Perhaps her gaze lingered too long—the champagne-holding woman suddenly looked up, her eyes sweeping the room in confusion before landing on Jiang Yi.
Only then did Jiang Yi see her full face. It was undeniably stunning—the kind that would make anyone gasp in awe.
For the briefest moment, the woman’s deer-like eyes—clear yet bewildered—glistened with moisture, brimming with shock, joy, disbelief, and countless other emotions.
Jiang Yi frowned in puzzlement. Huh? Had they met before?
As this thought crossed her mind, the champagne flute slipped from the woman’s grasp, shattering on the floor with a crystalline crash.
The sound drew every eye in the venue, all attention converging on the woman in red.
They saw the banquet’s hostess biting her lip, clutching her skirt as she stared fixedly at the ponytailed alpha across the room.
The air thickened with palpable gossip. Uncertain about the woman’s reaction, Jiang Yi scratched her cheek awkwardly, about to discreetly retreat from the spotlight.
Just then, the frozen woman in red saw her attempting to leave and suddenly sprang forward—
Click-clacking in her heels, she dashed through the crowd in three strides, seizing Jiang Yi’s wrist with desperate strength.
Jiang Yi turned to face this woman who clung to her with such intensity, her heart pounding inexplicably.
Tears now streamed freely down the woman’s face as she gripped Jiang Yi tightly, lips trembling as she whispered: “Jiang… Jiang…”
Her voice was barely audible, as if choked by overwhelming sorrow. For no reason at all, Jiang Yi’s heart softened, and she supplied her name: “Jiang Yi.”
The moment the name left her lips, the woman yanked her forward into a crushing embrace.
Wrapping both arms tightly around Jiang Yi’s waist, the woman buried her face against her, inhaling the faint, familiar scent of snow cedar as sobs wracked her body.
Held so tightly, Jiang Yi could only stare up at the dazzling chandelier overhead.
In that moment, she clearly detected the pheromones radiating from the woman—every molecule, every note screaming three words:
“I love you… I love you… I love you…”
Holding this woman who felt both foreign and strangely familiar, Jiang Yi noticed something unprecedented—
Her body was responding.
She was getting hard—and currently pressing against the woman.
Realizing this, Jiang Yi’s entire face burned crimson with embarrassment potent enough to kill.
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