The Villain’s Too Busy Holding Her Waist to Destroy the World [Quick Transmigration] 2

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All her defenses were shattered in an instant.

They never expected to be so compatible.

As times changed and progressed, the Empire had moved away from the old, conservative practice of designated pairings. Contemporary society championed the freedom to love, but as a consequence, spiritual power instability was no longer a rare occurrence. This, in turn, led to the profession of Spiritual Guidance Counselor becoming increasingly popular.

However, the industry was not as simple as it seemed. While it wasn’t restricted to Omegas or Alphas, one’s rank was crucial. The so-called spiritual guidance involved using one’s own spiritual power to enter the other’s sea of consciousness and then soothe and untangle the chaotic strands of their spiritual energy.

It sounded simple, but how could it be so easy in practice?

For an unmarked Alpha and Omega, even if both parties lowered their guards and cooperated fully, they couldn’t prevent their subconscious rejection of one another.

In such cases, the higher the doctor’s rank and the stronger their spiritual power, the more easily they could suppress the patient and conduct the guidance from a victor’s standpoint.

However, since both Xi Zhoulu and Luo Yueqing were S-class, the former method was not an option. The original treatment plan was to adopt a slow approach with multiple sessions of guidance.

But an unexpected situation arose; they did not fall into the category that required the former method.

There was another, relatively easier method in spiritual guidance therapy—the higher the compatibility rating between an Alpha and Omega, the less rejection there would be.

But the Empire had long ago issued a decree forbidding the inquiry of compatibility ratings. This was to protect Omegas, prevent certain individuals from taking shortcuts in finding a partner, and was another way of safeguarding the freedom to love.

After all, the higher an Omega’s compatibility rating, the harder it was for them to resist an Alpha’s pheromone invasion, or even their mark.

Therefore, except in certain special circumstances, it was difficult for anyone to know their rating.

Xi Zhoulu naturally hadn’t anticipated this situation either, but she was powerless to resist.

No one could stop two streams of water from converging. It was as if they were destined to be part of the same river, temporarily separated by unavoidable circumstances, and were now merging together without any hindrance.

Her tightly shut, exquisite eyes couldn’t help but relax slightly. The pain she had endured for a year was finally easing.

Even Luo Yueqing, who was conducting the guidance for the first time, found it incredibly easy.

But in the next second, something went wrong.

The Omega, who had been leaning back in her wheelchair, suddenly tensed up, her brows locking together. The hand half-hidden in her sleeve clenched into a fist, the blue veins standing out starkly against her almost transparent skin.

With this sudden change, Luo Yueqing on the other side was not faring well either. The smile on her lips faded, and beads of cold sweat even trickled down from her temple.

The air filled with the heavy, melancholic scent of charcoal, ruthlessly suppressing the scent of roses that had just begun to quietly spread.

The fire in the fireplace suddenly erupted, and sparks scorched the nearby carpet.

Luo Yueqing’s spiritual power was forcefully ejected. The moment it slammed back into her body, she immediately felt a sharp wooden stick pressing against her neck.

The woman showed no mercy. The tip of the cane pressed a thumb-sized cylindrical indent into the delicate skin, as if a little more force would be enough to pierce the gap in her windpipe and kill this impertinent Alpha on the spot.

Luo Yueqing had no choice but to open her eyes and look at the woman opposite her.

She had a pair of exceptionally beautiful eyes, a pale shade of red, like a rare and finicky Ecuadorian wine-red rose. Only at the very edges could one see a hint of a deeper hue. In the firelight, they were more dazzling and alluring than any gemstone.

Unfortunately, the person opposite her was not one for appreciation.

Her gloomy eyes were filled with an enraged chill, so much so that she even ignored the tip of the high heel still pressed against her calf.

“I hope there won’t be a next time, Doctor Luo,” she said, her voice laced with ice shards, full of warning.

Very few people could do what she did—forcefully break free from instinctual dependence, ignore the desperate craving of her chaotic, collapsing spiritual power, and directly eject a highly compatible spiritual presence from her sea of consciousness, even going so far as to threaten the other person’s life.

Anyone else, even if they could force themselves free, would not be able to stop themselves from developing a sliver of affection for their highly compatible Alpha. After all, it was a brand of compatibility etched deep into their souls.

But Xi Zhoulu stared daggers at her, as if ready to execute her on the spot.

Luo Yueqing’s gaze shifted down to the other woman’s tightly pressed, pale lips. She would push me away, even at the expense of her own body.

She sighed, her expression softening as if she were watching an unruly child throwing a tantrum. “This is just a treatment,” she said with a tone of resignation.

“You’re too tense, Miss Xi.”

She deliberately emphasized the last sentence, as if to stress that her actions were solely for the sake of the treatment, yet her high heel remained in place.

Xi Zhoulu knew this, of course. She also knew that what the other woman had just done was greatly beneficial to her. But she could not tolerate the passive feeling of losing control. She would rather risk her condition worsening than not break free.

“I won’t allow it,” she said coldly.

She stressed again, “Something like this is not allowed to happen a second time.”

“Doctor Luo, I believe you’re an intelligent person. There are some things that are simply not acceptable if I do not consent.”

Luo Yueqing caught the main point and replied, with the tip of the cane still at her throat, “I’m a doctor.”

The implication was that she had the right to control the treatment.

Xi Zhoulu’s grayish-blue eyes were like ice. “You’re the doctor I hired,” she stated.

“A patient has the right to choose their treatment plan.”

“The doctor’s job is simply to obey.”

The sunlight outside was bright, and patches of light filtering through the tree branches squeezed through the floor-to-ceiling window, creeping slowly inward to climb up the ankles of the two women at a standoff.

But the warmth did not reach beneath their skin. They stared at each other, neither willing to yield, fighting for control over what was to come.

In the end, it was Luo Yueqing who relented. She returned to her previous lazy demeanor. The tip of her raised foot dropped, and the slightly heavy heel dipped down, revealing a slender ankle. Even wrapped in black silk, its pale, smooth skin was visible.

“Then we’ll do as Miss Xi says.” She raised a hand to rub her brow.

The frantic warnings from the system in her mind finally ceased.

Xi Zhoulu had genuinely felt the urge to kill her.

The dark cane was finally lowered. Xi Zhoulu leaned back against her chair again, her spine as straight as a green bamboo stalk, unwilling to relax even for a moment.

She admonished once more, “I hope Doctor Luo can remember the patient’s choice.”

Luo Yueqing pulled at the corner of her lips, revealing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She could only repeat, “I will respect Miss Xi’s choice.”

“Good.” Xi Zhoulu rested both hands on her cane. The fireplace beside her was hot and bright, but she remained shrouded in shadow.

Although the other woman’s previous actions had angered her, she had also seen some results. S-class Alpha Spiritual Guidance Counselors were rare, but with the Xi family’s influence, it wasn’t difficult to hire one. It was just that…

Luo Yueqing’s background information flashed through her mind, followed by the memory of their incredibly compatible spiritual powers.

A guidance counselor who was both easy to control and provided the best therapeutic results—she was the only one.

This was why Xi Zhoulu was patiently warning her time and time again.

“Someone will inform you of the time for the next treatment in advance.”

Xi Zhoulu narrowed her eyes, then added with a nod, “The payment for the treatment will be transferred to your card shortly.”

A stick and a sweet date—an old trick, but a very effective one. She understood this principle deeply.

Luo Yueqing tilted her head and smiled. “Then I’ll wait for the next time Miss Xi… needs me.”

The words were ambiguous, the drawn-out final note expressing the woman’s restless nature.

Xi Zhoulu didn’t stop her this time. Those who frequented the upper echelons of society understood the value of capable people. As long as they were useful, a few minor flaws were within an acceptable range.

“Butler, see our guest out,” she said without hesitation.

The man waiting outside immediately pushed the door open, then turned sideways and gestured for Luo Yueqing to exit, his demeanor as humble as before.

Being kicked out, Luo Yueqing merely raised an eyebrow. As she was about to stand, she seemed to remember something. She turned to look at Xi Zhoulu and said with a light laugh, “Miss Xi smells like warm, burning charcoal.”

She recalled the brief scent from earlier, like sandalwood ignited by a great fire, with a faint, sweet hint of chestnut.

Xi Zhoulu paused for a rare moment. The butler at the door bowed his head even lower.

She finally spoke, her tone still emphasizing a warning. “Then I hope Doctor Luo doesn’t get burned by the charcoal one day.”

“I’ll take that as a blessing,” Luo Yueqing said.

Without lingering, her high heels pressed into the carpet. The butler held the door with a bow until it was locked once more.

Xi Zhoulu remained seated, her fingers tapping unconsciously on her cane. The depths of her eyes were murky, as if she were weighing some decision.

After a long while, she turned to look out the window, where she could clearly see Luo Yueqing’s car driving away.

Only after the vehicle had left the manor did she lower her head and continue reading her unfinished book.