Chapter 11: Self-Convincing
Standing on the periphery, Lu Sili watched her dazed expression—pure and innocent, seemingly unaware of her own beauty. It formed a stark contrast with her bright and enchanting appearance. A hint of a smile leaked from his dark purple pupils.
She was very attractive.
She deserved all the most beautiful words of praise in this world.
As he watched, he unknowingly fell into a daze again.
“What cosmetics do you usually use? To keep yourself so well-maintained?”
“She’s still so young, why would she need maintenance? It must be natural! Are you the pearl in the palm of some socialite family or a political and business tycoon? How have I never seen you before?”
“What does your pheromone smell like? What grade? It must be very fragrant and very noble, right?”
“…” Faced with countless inquiries, Su Miantang chose a single sentence to end all the noise: “I’m an orphan. I don’t have pheromones.”
As her words fell, the chattering crowd around her instantly went silent.
The females were all speechless, unable to believe it.
She looked so noble and so beautiful, yet she was an orphan and had no pheromones? Looking behind her, she didn’t even have an aircraft for travel, let alone any males. Could it be true?
“You’re lying, right?”
A Grade A female in the crowd refused to believe her and directly activated a Type A4—Friendly Pheromone. It was generally used for mutual communication and familiarity between members of the same sex, meant to hook out the other person’s pheromones in response.
But Su Miantang remained completely unmoved.
There were only two possibilities.
One, she was a female of a higher grade than her.
But she was an excellent Grade A female. Anything higher would be the Empire’s precious Grade S females, every one of whom was recorded; they knew them all, and hers was not a face they recognized.
Two, she truly had no pheromones.
Only the latter remained.
The Grade A female withdrew her hand in shock. “You actually really don’t have pheromones!”
Su Miantang nodded; she never lied.
No pheromones…
Lu Sili’s long eyelashes lowered, slightly obscuring the flickering light in his eyes. The hint of a smile that had just leaked out gradually froze.
They were not from the same world.
He should leave. If he stayed here any longer, he couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t continue stealing glances at her.
The reason Su Miantang had been honest was that she wanted to dispel their doubts and free up time to talk to the man wearing the Phoenix Tail badge.
To her surprise, before she could speak, the other party left. As he passed her, he didn’t even give her a glance, seemingly uninterested in conversation.
“Hello…”
Just as she was about to follow, she was pulled back by the group of females around her.
“Forget it, that’s not a male you can dream of. Just let it go.”
The group of females who were full of envy and admiration just now now had nothing but pity in their eyes.
“He is the sole heir to a century-old scholarly family and one of the Empire’s extremely rare S-grade males. He is very rational and objective when it comes to choosing a mate. Even we don’t dare have designs on him, let alone you.”
“Yeah, don’t be fooled by his gentle temperament and approachable manner. He’s only willing to help because we are females and he gives us special consideration.
A male like him, who is superior in all aspects, will only match with a female of the same grade to ensure spiritual stability, excellent genes, and the inheritance of his family business. Even if you’re beautiful, it’s useless. Without pheromones, no matter how you pester him, he will only politely refuse you.”
“…”
Su Miantang felt they had misunderstood something.
She wanted to strike up a conversation just to ask if he was from the National Academy of Sciences, to understand the scientific level and operation here, and to see if she had any hope of re-employment.
“What is his name? Is he from the National Academy of Sciences? Was he providing experimental products to you just now?”
“…”
She asked three questions in a row. The females present all shook their heads, feeling she was stubborn and too lazy to advise her anymore. They dispersed one after another.
Once she hit a dead end herself, she would know to turn back!
Su Miantang felt their misunderstanding had deepened, so she didn’t plan to continue asking.
She turned and looked at the Grade D female whose left cheek was covered in twisted scars. “Were your scars caused by burns?”
“Y-Yes.”
“They have long since reached maturity. Using topical repair creams won’t do much anymore. You need to intervene with laser surgery or Botox injections.”
“What?” Amy looked dazed, not understanding what she was saying at all. “What are lasers and Botox?”
Su Miantang didn’t understand the level of medical development or the professional terms here, so she couldn’t explain clearly for the moment. She asked for Amy’s optical computer number. After noting it down, she noticed… the man wearing the Phoenix Tail badge hadn’t boarded an aircraft but was walking west.
Walking?
Was he returning to his workplace?
Is it that close?
She followed him out of curiosity.
As Lu Sili walked, he suddenly realized someone was following him.
He condensed his pupil power and saw a slender, graceful figure in the reflective glass of the building opposite. It was her?! In an instant, the heartbeat he had just calmed began to accelerate uncontrollably: thump-thump, thump-thump.
She should just be going the same way, not following me, right?
He suppressed his thoughts and deliberately took two loops, confirming she was indeed following him and not just heading the same way!
Why is she following me?
Did she want to seek help and ask for some skin-improving creams like the other females?
But she was already perfect enough; every part of her was impeccable and needed no adjustment.
Or… was she interested in him?
He didn’t dare think that way; his heart raced like thunder at the thought.
She was an ordinary female without pheromones.
And he was an S-grade male.
There was no matchability between them to speak of.
Even if she were Grade A, Grade B, or a barely passing Grade C with only weak pheromones, he wouldn’t be so certain.
But now, there was a vast chasm between them. No entanglement should occur.
He clenched his fists tightly, as if having made a decision, and quickened his pace.
He had never been so rude before—knowing a female wanted to talk to him, yet coldly avoiding her.
And this female happened to be the one who made him…
Forget it.
This way, she should give up, right?
Thinking this, he heard the footsteps behind him become even more hurried.
Because his stride was too large, an ordinary person would find it hard to keep up. She was even starting to jog!
Why so persistent?
He was lost.
The females he knew, due to their high status, were generally very arrogant and overbearing. Especially when dealing with males, they would never have such patience.
Following him all the way under the scorching sun, refusing to give up even when deliberately led away.
He could already imagine how tired she was now, how red her face was, and how rapid her breathing was—yet her eyes were still fixed on him, persistently staring at him.
How could he let such a pure, frank, and beautiful female endure such pain? It was simply despicable!
He should turn around, hold an umbrella for her, wipe her sweat, hand her water, and agree to everything she requested. That was exactly what he wanted to do in his heart.
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