Inside the training room built with special materials, Wang Luan climbed up from the floor, drenched in sweat. Her entire body was flushed with the redness of overexertion, the blood beneath her skin almost surfacing to the outer layer.
This was one of the side effects of the daily injections of gene agents.
Ever since Doctor Weier arrived at the Wang family, Wang Luan had been injected with gene agents every day, then carried out various simulated training sessions in this extravagantly built training room.
The simulated extreme environments were realistic enough, and the accompanying instructors were ruthless enough as well. During actual combat training, they did not hesitate to beat her flat on the ground. At the beginning, the training had truly been unbearably miserable for Wang Luan, but after a period of time, she gradually grew accustomed to this kind of high-intensity training.
Mainly because the effects of the gene agents were simply too powerful. Every day, she could feel the changes in her body, and each time, just as she reached the point she could no longer endure, she would discover that her physical qualities had once again improved.
When she was close to the line of collapse, that line would be pulled back a little more, forcing her to grit her teeth and keep chasing after it.
Once again, she lay on the ground gasping for breath, unable to get up, her vision spinning and darkening. Someone entered the training room and injected her with a dose of a soothing agent.
Wang Luan immediately felt the soreness and swelling throughout her body slowly fade away. Her whole person felt as though she had been soaked in hot water, comfortable to the point that she almost fell asleep just like that.
In the first few days, Wang Luan would pass out as soon as training ended, and in the end be carried back to her residence.
Later, when she had just a bit more strength, she hazily realized that after collapsing, she was being surrounded and lifted by a group of male servants. She instantly broke out in goosebumps, struggled free from their hands, and lay corpse-like on the ground until Yan Qiongyu came over and helped her back.
From that point on, Yan Qiongyu came every day to package her up and take her back. Although Wang Luan was still not very willing, compared to a crowd of unfamiliar male servants, Yan Qiongyu was still the better option.
Yan Qiongyu arrived again, wearing his virtuous, gentle smile, timing it perfectly with the end of training.
Today, Wang Luan felt a bit more energetic than she had at the end of yesterday’s session. Seeing him arrive, she slowly climbed up on her own, unlike the previous days when she could only lie completely limp, leaning on Yan Qiongyu and enduring the worried looks of others who feared the fragile omega would be crushed by her.
“Miss Wang Luan looks like she’s starting to adapt,” Yan Qiongyu said as he looked at her dazed eyes after extreme exhaustion. “I didn’t hear you say you couldn’t go on today.”
Previously, at the end of every training session, Wang Luan would mutter things like “I can’t do this anymore, I’m not coming tomorrow” with a face full of pain, sounding especially dejected.
Yan Qiongyu had believed her and thought she wouldn’t last three days. Yet she kept saying it every day, and now nearly thirty days had passed and she was still persisting.
In Yan Qiongyu’s eyes, Wang Luan was not a particularly ambitious person. Many times, with many things, she seemed to feel it didn’t matter, maintaining a muddle-through attitude, only moving forward a couple of steps when pushed.
Yan Qiongyu guessed this was probably because she still lacked a strong sense of reality toward this world and had not accepted the people around her. That was why her current cooperation in training herself, and her level of effort, truly exceeded Yan Qiongyu’s expectations.
“The people here, especially alphas, are way too unreasonable and like to use force,” Wang Luan explained in response to Yan Qiongyu’s question. “I’m afraid that if the bodyguards aren’t around and someone wants to hit me, I won’t even be able to fight back.”
Thanks to the hatred Yan Qiongyu had attracted for her, she always felt there were an unusually large number of people who wanted to beat her up—every time she went out, she was bound to run into enemies.
Not wanting to train herself to death was only natural, but Wang Luan was not a child. She knew what was the better course of action.
She was clear about her situation. It was impossible for her to hide in the Wang family estate forever as a useless person. If there had once been a bit of possibility, now she was being pushed forward.
There were no other grand thoughts. It was just that if she ever ran into someone who wanted to use violence, she wouldn’t have to cower and wait for death—at least she could choose a slightly more handsome posture in which to take a beating.
And besides, as hard as this training was, compared to sleeping with male omegas, the former was still much easier to accept.
Returning to Wang Luan’s territory, the fiancés—who appeared harmonious to outsiders—instantly split apart, each going about their own business. Wang Luan washed herself once more with a blank expression, dragged her exhausted body to change clothes.
Yan Qiongyu, on the other hand, continued with those incomprehensible experiments of his. Going to pick Wang Luan up was merely a form of rest for Yan Qiongyu in the midst of thinking through his experiments.
Wang Luan couldn’t understand what kind of experiments Yan Qiongyu was doing, but she noticed that the number of items in his small laboratory was steadily increasing. She knew that most of them had been “sheared” from Doctor Weier.
During the time she was being trained, Yan Qiongyu hadn’t been idle either. Doctor Weier often summoned him over under the pretext of researching mental power.
Yan Qiongyu had already established contact and grown familiar with Doctor Weier, frequently interacting with him in private. Many times, it was Wang Luan who provided cover.
The two of them had no idea what sort of agreement they had reached, but Yan Qiongyu had brought back quite a lot of materials and various medicinal samples from Doctor Weier.
Wang Luan didn’t pay attention to how they talked in detail. She only knew that Yan Qiongyu had recently begun researching gene agents as well.
Judging by Yan Qiongyu’s character setting of learning like a black hole, with a speed like devouring everything in one gulp, Wang Luan felt that Doctor Weier’s knowledge would probably be completely absorbed by Yan Qiongyu very soon.
She had already foreseen the future of the old master being hollowed out and then surpassed.
Wang Luan sat in front of the mirror wiping her hair, looking at herself in the mirror with a vacant gaze. The redness on her body caused by the effects of the gene agents had gradually faded, but the blood vessels were still very obvious—on her arms and thighs, she could see slightly raised, winding shapes.
As she looked, the hand wiping her hair slowed down. She couldn’t help pinching her arm, then lifted her thigh and pinched her leg. Finally, she lifted her top and looked at her abdomen.
……She seemed to have gained a thin layer of muscle.
Previously, this body of hers had been weak and skinny. When you pinched the flesh, it was soft and squishy. But now, when she pinched it, it had already become firm. You couldn’t tell under the cover of clothing, but for the first time in two lifetimes, she had discovered exercise-trained muscles on her body.
Gene agents, you’re really something.
A layer of muscle like this was pretty—very pretty—but if she continued training, she wouldn’t end up developing that kind of exaggerated muscle, would she?
It wasn’t that muscles were bad. It was just that kind of look didn’t really fit her usual aesthetic.
A little worried, Wang Luan drank a large cup of iced cola, then, still worried, ate a double portion of dinner. Her anxiety was too obvious, and Yan Qiongyu immediately noticed.
It was just that no matter how smart Yan Qiongyu’s brain was, he couldn’t guess what exactly Wang Luan was worrying about.
By the time Wang Luan was so worried she couldn’t sleep at night, tossing and turning in bed and repeatedly interrupting Yan Qiongyu’s thoughts about experiments, Yan Qiongyu suddenly spoke up and asked, “Miss Wang Luan, is there something troubling you?”
It sounded like concern, but the smile on his face wasn’t very clear in the darkness, so it didn’t feel very heartfelt.
Hearing him take the initiative to bring it up, Wang Luan finally made up her mind. She sat up in bed and said, “I… I’ll show you.”
“Show me what?”
Wang Luan turned on a small light. Facing Yan Qiongyu’s cool, calm gaze, she clenched her teeth and lifted a corner of her clothes, revealing the muscles on her abdomen. “Look.”
Yan Qiongyu didn’t make a sound and didn’t move, lying there still. His gaze was deep, a trace of vigilance spilling out.
“Hm?” His voice was calm. One hand moved under the blanket, feeling for the injector he carried with him. Inside it was a sedative.
Wang Luan pulled her clothes back down and said solemnly, “I have muscles now.”
Yan Qiongyu’s movement paused, the faint vigilance in his eyes turning into obvious confusion.
Wang Luan said, “Aren’t you also researching gene agents recently? I just want to ask—if I keep injecting that, will my muscles keep getting bigger?”
Yan Qiongyu loosened his grip on the injector. At the same time as feeling speechless, he felt that his moment of vigilance just now had been extremely stupid.
Seeing that he didn’t answer, Wang Luan asked again, “If you’re not sure, can you help me ask Doctor Weier next time?”
Yan Qiongyu said, “From dinner until now, you’ve been worrying about this the whole time?”
Wang Luan scrunched up her face. “Isn’t this worth worrying about? Think about it—if one day I turn into…”
She thought about the alphas she had seen and found a comparison target. “Turn into an alpha like that one surnamed Li by the Seventh Princess’s side, like a sturdy black tower.”
Yan Qiongyu knew who she was talking about—one of the Li family’s adopted sons, Li Kewen, a typical alpha who was savage, domineering, and extremely self-superior.
Following Wang Luan’s description and imagining it, Yan Qiongyu also frowned.
“It won’t turn out like that,” Yan Qiongyu said. “Gene agents don’t have that kind of effect. Your outward appearance depends on your training methods. Besides, I think the personal steward in charge of your external image in the Wang family wouldn’t let you train into that kind of shape.”
After all, nowadays many nobles regarded a tall, slender, well-proportioned figure as beautiful, feeling that a posture that solely flaunted strength was too heavy and coarse, appearing inelegant. That kind of robust physique was instead favored in the military.
But Wang Luan was clearly not someone who could possibly join the military.
As she was thinking this, Yan Qiongyu heard Wang Luan let out a relaxed breath, her tone becoming light and cheerful. “Also, I’ve grown taller recently. I’m almost about to be taller than you.”
At her height, among alphas she counted as short, and she had been looked down on quite a bit.
Yan Qiongyu, who stood out like a crane among omegas in terms of height, smiled. “…………As long as you’re happy.”
From the day Wang Luan noticed her muscles, Yan Qiongyu would often see her pinching her muscles for no reason, as if measuring them.
When she caught his gaze, Wang Luan immediately covered herself with her clothes, wearing a face full of reproach at his lack of propriety.
After being speechless for a moment, Yan Qiongyu continued with his gene agent improvement experiments.
His 3S mental power was recovering, but it wasn’t enough. He also wanted to possess a physique that could rival that of an alpha. If gene agents were useful for alphas, why couldn’t omegas use them too?
