Chapter 3
The reaction to omega differentiation was very mild. Because of her young age, Ye Qingman’s body didn’t even have a differentiation fever. Bai Ye rested at the hospital for a day, and after a simple check-up the next morning, she was cleared to go home.
“Manman, shall we visit your aunt before going home?” Ye Hanyi asked gently before they left.
“Aunt?” Bai Ye tilted her head.
Ye Hanyi was slightly startled. His daughter had always been well-behaved and sensible, but she’d never looked quite this docile—almost silly. At only twelve, she had always acted too mature, often seeming more like the caretaker than the child. Other parents spoke of the joy of raising a little rascal, but he and his wife had never experienced it. Sometimes it felt like Ye Qingman had been the one raising them.
He hadn’t expected that, after her differentiation, he’d get to see this sweet, childish side of his daughter—like a real twelve-year-old. The feeling filled him with joy. Ye Dongyun, even more uninhibited, threw an arm around Bai Ye’s shoulders and led her toward the elevator.
“Mm-hmm, your aunt’s been sick, remember? You were at summer camp before and didn’t get the chance to visit her. Today’s perfect. Manman, it’s been a while—don’t you miss your aunt?”
Bai Ye nodded and silently took note of this “aunt.”
She hadn’t slept well the night before—her mind had been racing. In the end, she decided: since she had already transmigrated into Ye Qingman’s body, everything in the past no longer mattered. From now on, she would live as Ye Qingman—get to know her life, her family, her friends. She would live well—especially be very, very good to her new parents.
The elevator brought them to the hospital’s top floor. The corridor was empty and quiet. Outside a room, a man in a suit sat slumped on a bench, face buried in his hands.
“Brother-in-law, how is she?” Ye Hanyi asked softly.
The man looked up. His face was unshaven, dark circles under his eyes, clearly exhausted and red-eyed as if from crying.
“Rouxi just fell asleep. She just woke up,” he replied, shaking his head with a sigh. The Ye couple sighed as well, visibly pained.
Bai Ye thought to herself, this man must be Ye Qingman’s uncle. When he turned to look at her, she called out quietly, “Uncle.”
The man gave her a gentle smile. “Manman’s here too? Ah, I heard you recently differentiated… I’ve been taking care of Rouxi nonstop and haven’t had time to check in on you. I’m sorry. So, are you an omega or an alpha?”
“She’s an omega,” Ye Hanyi answered softly.
He couldn’t help thinking how hard things must be for his brother-in-law, Liang Yikai. Two years ago, his sister, Ye Rouxi, had fallen seriously ill. They say long illness tests the patience of even the most devoted children, let alone spouses—but Liang Yikai had never left Rouxi’s side, caring for her personally through everything. His devotion was touching.
Liang Yikai froze for a second, then smiled. “Omega? That’s great—omegas are quiet, not too wild…”
As he spoke, he reached out to pat Bai Ye’s head.
But the moment she saw his unshaven face and caught a faint, pungent scent from him, a wave of inexplicable unease rose in her chest. Her instincts kicked in, and she flinched away. Her guard had always been strong—though she herself wasn’t sure why she felt so at ease with the Ye couple, yet so on edge here.
Liang Yikai’s hand hovered awkwardly in the air. Ye Dongyun gently pulled Bai Ye closer, shielding her and laughing, “She just differentiated—probably a bit sensitive to pheromone scents. Don’t take it personally.”
Liang Yikai was an alpha. Even though he’d used suppressant spray, days of sleepless care had left him disheveled, and some pheromone leakage was inevitable.
“No worries. It’s my fault—I didn’t know you were visiting Rouxi today. If I had, I’d have cleaned up properly,” he said warmly, pushing open the room door to let them in.
Inside, Bai Ye saw a woman lying weakly on the bed, smiling gently at her. She looked very much like Ye Hanyi—same pale, sickly skin. Bai Ye walked over, and her aunt gestured toward the bedside table. “Manman, there are some candies. Want one?”
Bai Ye took one and popped it into her mouth. It was sweet. She grabbed a couple more to share with her parents. Her aunt remained half-reclined, smiling softly. Under the natural light, her eyes shimmered with a faint iridescence—it was beautiful. Bai Ye didn’t know why, but she immediately felt drawn to this woman, relaxed and free of suspicion. Seeing her so frail even stirred a sense of pity.
She couldn’t help but think—whether it was her parents or her aunt—everyone seemed to love Ye Qingman deeply. She was a child raised in a cocoon of love.
Her aunt didn’t have the energy to talk much. Ye Hanyi peeled fruit for her, but she only took one bite before giving up. She simply listened to the couple chat about family matters until, not long after, she drifted back to sleep.
Ye Hanyi tucked her in, pressed a finger to his lips to hush the girls, and the family of three quietly left.
On the way home, Bai Ye sat in the back seat, watching tall buildings whiz by outside the window. Her eyes blinked wide, lips parted in awe. Back in the orphanage and even later with her former adoptive parents in the countryside, she had never seen such a vibrant, bustling city.
“Manman, you still look dazed. Tired?” Ye Dongyun gently ruffled her hair. “Once we’re home, get a good nap in. We won’t bother you. This afternoon, how about a park trip? Let’s make up for your birthday—you didn’t get to celebrate it properly yesterday because of the sudden differentiation.”
“Okay!” Bai Ye nodded quickly.
The Ye family lived in a luxury villa estate in the heart of Haicheng—an area where land was extremely expensive. And yet, their home had a vast garden and lawn. Their wealth was beyond question.
Bai Ye followed her new parents home and entered Ye Qingman’s room. Ye Dongyun was reluctant to leave her side at first, but Ye Hanyi eventually persuaded her to go. Bai Ye sat on the bed, curiously looking around.
She had assumed such a cute girl would have a pink, princess-like bedroom—but instead, it was starkly minimalist. The entire room was done in cool grays. The desk was L-shaped, and the bookshelves were neatly arranged. Outside the window, a small terrace held a few potted plants.
Unable to sleep, Bai Ye explored the room excitedly, searching for traces of the “original” Ye Qingman.
Everything was tidy. Clothes in the walk-in closet were sorted by type. Books were arranged by genre—most were murder mystery and suspense, a bit eerie. There was a cabinet just for draft paper. Ye Qingman’s handwriting was beautiful and neat. Everything about her life was precise and orderly.
Bai Ye thought of her adoptive sister, Zhao Xiaoyue, who loved plushies and toys—but in this room, there wasn’t a single stuffed animal, not even a rug on the floor. It felt cold and lonely.
A cold, pretty, and overly meticulous little girl—that’s how Bai Ye pictured Ye Qingman in her mind.
“Hmm…” Bai Ye suddenly wondered—if she had transmigrated into Ye Qingman’s body, what happened to the real Ye Qingman? Could this be a parallel world? Maybe Ye Qingman died during her differentiation, and Bai Ye’s soul, also dying at that time, crossed over?
That’s how it went in the novels.
Twelve-year-old Bai Ye couldn’t figure it out. Her thoughts were a tangled mess.
Just then, there was a soft knock at the door.
“Mm?” Bai Ye called out.
“Manman, it’s noon. Did you sleep enough?” Ye Dongyun’s voice came from outside. “Want lunch?”
“Mm… okay!” Bai Ye finally realized she had spent over two hours exploring.
She rushed to open the door. Seeing Ye Dongyun smiling gently at her, Bai Ye suddenly remembered—she hadn’t fixed her hair or clothes. She’d been bouncing around the room and looked a mess.
She instinctively lowered her head, lips pressed tight, body tense. She was afraid Mama would think she was sloppy.
But she didn’t see the delight sparkling in Ye Dongyun’s eyes—this was her first time seeing her daughter wake up with such messy hair. So cute! While Bai Ye panicked, Ye Dongyun pulled her into a hug.
“My good girl, let’s go eat,” she said, gently fixing Bai Ye’s hair while guiding her downstairs.
Bai Ye slowly relaxed, the fear fading. She hugged Ye Dongyun’s arm tightly, clinging to her.
That afternoon, the three of them went to a park on the outskirts of town. The grass was lush and green, dotted with tiny white flowers. The sunlight was perfect.
They brought a kite. At first, Ye Dongyun flew it herself, then turned to Bai Ye, “Sweetie, want to try?”
She had even started calling Bai Ye “baby” instead of “Manman.”
To Bai Ye’s surprise, she nodded, eyes shining. Ye Dongyun lit up and eagerly taught her how to fly it.
The kite soared, wobbling in the sky until it was just a black dot.
At first, Bai Ye felt hesitant. Her instincts warned her—she was abandoned before for being too lively. But when she turned, she saw her new parents smiling with encouragement and love. Ye Hanyi nodded at her, and Ye Dongyun gave her a big thumbs-up.
In that moment, something icy inside her heart cracked and melted.
Under the bright sun, Bai Ye ran across the grass with the kite string, long hair flying behind her—full of joy.
She eventually bent over, panting. Ye Hanyi waved her over from a shady spot under a sun umbrella. She ran over, and he tied up her hair again and wiped her sweat with a wet tissue.
Ye Dongyun ran over holding a milk-flavored ice cream and three strawberry cream milk teas. Bai Ye loved both.
She had already experienced so many “firsts” since transmigrating—first time being cared for, first time being loved, first time going out with family…
Now, licking her ice cream, sipping milk tea, Bai Ye couldn’t stop the tears from welling up again. She was just so happy. The white ice cream smeared her lips, and Ye Hanyi gently wiped it away. Hand in hand with her parents, they walked back to the car.
Dinner was near the mall, followed by a stroll to digest. While walking, Bai Ye’s gaze was caught by a giant shark plushie.
It was huge—over a meter long, fluffy, with big white shark teeth and a blank stare. Very cute.
Bai Ye blinked. She didn’t usually like stuffed animals, but something about that cold room of Ye Qingman’s made her want to add something warm—like this big shark.
Ye Dongyun noticed and immediately handed it to her. “Baby, do you like it?”
The material was soft and comforting to touch.
Bai Ye hugged it tightly and nodded.
Ye Dongyun didn’t question the change—just waved a hand grandly. “We’re buying it!”
That night, Bai Ye fell asleep hugging the shark. She had washed and dried it herself. With her face buried in its soft fur and its sweet scent around her, she felt completely safe.
Even Ye Qingman’s bed—soft and unfamiliar at first—became hard to leave.
The room was dark, lit only by a star projector casting a galaxy across the ceiling. The air conditioning was just right. Lying there, Bai Ye gazed at the stars above and thought:
This felt like a dream—too beautiful to be real. One she never wanted to wake up from.
She drifted off.
The next morning, Bai Ye was awakened by the searing sun. She opened her eyes and saw her desk nearby. It looked… familiar. She rubbed her eyes and looked out the window.
A bleak, endless field stretched outside.
She looked around the room—small, cramped, painfully familiar. It was her old room.
Dead silence. She sat alone on the bed, slowly reaching up to touch her hair.
Short. Shoulder-length again.
She opened her mouth. She wanted to cry—but the tears wouldn’t come.
So… it really was just a dream.
She was awake now.
Chapter 3
The reaction to omega differentiation was very mild. Because of her young age, Ye Qingman’s body didn’t even have a differentiation fever. Bai Ye rested at the hospital for a day, and after a simple check-up the next morning, she was cleared to go home.
“Manman, shall we visit your aunt before going home?” Ye Hanyi asked gently before they left.
“Aunt?” Bai Ye tilted her head.
Ye Hanyi was slightly startled. His daughter had always been well-behaved and sensible, but she’d never looked quite this docile—almost silly. At only twelve, she had always acted too mature, often seeming more like the caretaker than the child. Other parents spoke of the joy of raising a little rascal, but he and his wife had never experienced it. Sometimes it felt like Ye Qingman had been the one raising them.
He hadn’t expected that, after her differentiation, he’d get to see this sweet, childish side of his daughter—like a real twelve-year-old. The feeling filled him with joy. Ye Dongyun, even more uninhibited, threw an arm around Bai Ye’s shoulders and led her toward the elevator.
“Mm-hmm, your aunt’s been sick, remember? You were at summer camp before and didn’t get the chance to visit her. Today’s perfect. Manman, it’s been a while—don’t you miss your aunt?”
Bai Ye nodded and silently took note of this “aunt.”
She hadn’t slept well the night before—her mind had been racing. In the end, she decided: since she had already transmigrated into Ye Qingman’s body, everything in the past no longer mattered. From now on, she would live as Ye Qingman—get to know her life, her family, her friends. She would live well—especially be very, very good to her new parents.
The elevator brought them to the hospital’s top floor. The corridor was empty and quiet. Outside a room, a man in a suit sat slumped on a bench, face buried in his hands.
“Brother-in-law, how is she?” Ye Hanyi asked softly.
The man looked up. His face was unshaven, dark circles under his eyes, clearly exhausted and red-eyed as if from crying.
“Rouxi just fell asleep. She just woke up,” he replied, shaking his head with a sigh. The Ye couple sighed as well, visibly pained.
Bai Ye thought to herself, this man must be Ye Qingman’s uncle. When he turned to look at her, she called out quietly, “Uncle.”
The man gave her a gentle smile. “Manman’s here too? Ah, I heard you recently differentiated… I’ve been taking care of Rouxi nonstop and haven’t had time to check in on you. I’m sorry. So, are you an omega or an alpha?”
“She’s an omega,” Ye Hanyi answered softly.
He couldn’t help thinking how hard things must be for his brother-in-law, Liang Yikai. Two years ago, his sister, Ye Rouxi, had fallen seriously ill. They say long illness tests the patience of even the most devoted children, let alone spouses—but Liang Yikai had never left Rouxi’s side, caring for her personally through everything. His devotion was touching.
Liang Yikai froze for a second, then smiled. “Omega? That’s great—omegas are quiet, not too wild…”
As he spoke, he reached out to pat Bai Ye’s head.
But the moment she saw his unshaven face and caught a faint, pungent scent from him, a wave of inexplicable unease rose in her chest. Her instincts kicked in, and she flinched away. Her guard had always been strong—though she herself wasn’t sure why she felt so at ease with the Ye couple, yet so on edge here.
Liang Yikai’s hand hovered awkwardly in the air. Ye Dongyun gently pulled Bai Ye closer, shielding her and laughing, “She just differentiated—probably a bit sensitive to pheromone scents. Don’t take it personally.”
Liang Yikai was an alpha. Even though he’d used suppressant spray, days of sleepless care had left him disheveled, and some pheromone leakage was inevitable.
“No worries. It’s my fault—I didn’t know you were visiting Rouxi today. If I had, I’d have cleaned up properly,” he said warmly, pushing open the room door to let them in.
Inside, Bai Ye saw a woman lying weakly on the bed, smiling gently at her. She looked very much like Ye Hanyi—same pale, sickly skin. Bai Ye walked over, and her aunt gestured toward the bedside table. “Manman, there are some candies. Want one?”
Bai Ye took one and popped it into her mouth. It was sweet. She grabbed a couple more to share with her parents. Her aunt remained half-reclined, smiling softly. Under the natural light, her eyes shimmered with a faint iridescence—it was beautiful. Bai Ye didn’t know why, but she immediately felt drawn to this woman, relaxed and free of suspicion. Seeing her so frail even stirred a sense of pity.
She couldn’t help but think—whether it was her parents or her aunt—everyone seemed to love Ye Qingman deeply. She was a child raised in a cocoon of love.
Her aunt didn’t have the energy to talk much. Ye Hanyi peeled fruit for her, but she only took one bite before giving up. She simply listened to the couple chat about family matters until, not long after, she drifted back to sleep.
Ye Hanyi tucked her in, pressed a finger to his lips to hush the girls, and the family of three quietly left.
On the way home, Bai Ye sat in the back seat, watching tall buildings whiz by outside the window. Her eyes blinked wide, lips parted in awe. Back in the orphanage and even later with her former adoptive parents in the countryside, she had never seen such a vibrant, bustling city.
“Manman, you still look dazed. Tired?” Ye Dongyun gently ruffled her hair. “Once we’re home, get a good nap in. We won’t bother you. This afternoon, how about a park trip? Let’s make up for your birthday—you didn’t get to celebrate it properly yesterday because of the sudden differentiation.”
“Okay!” Bai Ye nodded quickly.
The Ye family lived in a luxury villa estate in the heart of Haicheng—an area where land was extremely expensive. And yet, their home had a vast garden and lawn. Their wealth was beyond question.
Bai Ye followed her new parents home and entered Ye Qingman’s room. Ye Dongyun was reluctant to leave her side at first, but Ye Hanyi eventually persuaded her to go. Bai Ye sat on the bed, curiously looking around.
She had assumed such a cute girl would have a pink, princess-like bedroom—but instead, it was starkly minimalist. The entire room was done in cool grays. The desk was L-shaped, and the bookshelves were neatly arranged. Outside the window, a small terrace held a few potted plants.
Unable to sleep, Bai Ye explored the room excitedly, searching for traces of the “original” Ye Qingman.
Everything was tidy. Clothes in the walk-in closet were sorted by type. Books were arranged by genre—most were murder mystery and suspense, a bit eerie. There was a cabinet just for draft paper. Ye Qingman’s handwriting was beautiful and neat. Everything about her life was precise and orderly.
Bai Ye thought of her adoptive sister, Zhao Xiaoyue, who loved plushies and toys—but in this room, there wasn’t a single stuffed animal, not even a rug on the floor. It felt cold and lonely.
A cold, pretty, and overly meticulous little girl—that’s how Bai Ye pictured Ye Qingman in her mind.
“Hmm…” Bai Ye suddenly wondered—if she had transmigrated into Ye Qingman’s body, what happened to the real Ye Qingman? Could this be a parallel world? Maybe Ye Qingman died during her differentiation, and Bai Ye’s soul, also dying at that time, crossed over?
That’s how it went in the novels.
Twelve-year-old Bai Ye couldn’t figure it out. Her thoughts were a tangled mess.
Just then, there was a soft knock at the door.
“Mm?” Bai Ye called out.
“Manman, it’s noon. Did you sleep enough?” Ye Dongyun’s voice came from outside. “Want lunch?”
“Mm… okay!” Bai Ye finally realized she had spent over two hours exploring.
She rushed to open the door. Seeing Ye Dongyun smiling gently at her, Bai Ye suddenly remembered—she hadn’t fixed her hair or clothes. She’d been bouncing around the room and looked a mess.
She instinctively lowered her head, lips pressed tight, body tense. She was afraid Mama would think she was sloppy.
But she didn’t see the delight sparkling in Ye Dongyun’s eyes—this was her first time seeing her daughter wake up with such messy hair. So cute! While Bai Ye panicked, Ye Dongyun pulled her into a hug.
“My good girl, let’s go eat,” she said, gently fixing Bai Ye’s hair while guiding her downstairs.
Bai Ye slowly relaxed, the fear fading. She hugged Ye Dongyun’s arm tightly, clinging to her.
That afternoon, the three of them went to a park on the outskirts of town. The grass was lush and green, dotted with tiny white flowers. The sunlight was perfect.
They brought a kite. At first, Ye Dongyun flew it herself, then turned to Bai Ye, “Sweetie, want to try?”
She had even started calling Bai Ye “baby” instead of “Manman.”
To Bai Ye’s surprise, she nodded, eyes shining. Ye Dongyun lit up and eagerly taught her how to fly it.
The kite soared, wobbling in the sky until it was just a black dot.
At first, Bai Ye felt hesitant. Her instincts warned her—she was abandoned before for being too lively. But when she turned, she saw her new parents smiling with encouragement and love. Ye Hanyi nodded at her, and Ye Dongyun gave her a big thumbs-up.
In that moment, something icy inside her heart cracked and melted.
Under the bright sun, Bai Ye ran across the grass with the kite string, long hair flying behind her—full of joy.
She eventually bent over, panting. Ye Hanyi waved her over from a shady spot under a sun umbrella. She ran over, and he tied up her hair again and wiped her sweat with a wet tissue.
Ye Dongyun ran over holding a milk-flavored ice cream and three strawberry cream milk teas. Bai Ye loved both.
She had already experienced so many “firsts” since transmigrating—first time being cared for, first time being loved, first time going out with family…
Now, licking her ice cream, sipping milk tea, Bai Ye couldn’t stop the tears from welling up again. She was just so happy. The white ice cream smeared her lips, and Ye Hanyi gently wiped it away. Hand in hand with her parents, they walked back to the car.
Dinner was near the mall, followed by a stroll to digest. While walking, Bai Ye’s gaze was caught by a giant shark plushie.
It was huge—over a meter long, fluffy, with big white shark teeth and a blank stare. Very cute.
Bai Ye blinked. She didn’t usually like stuffed animals, but something about that cold room of Ye Qingman’s made her want to add something warm—like this big shark.
Ye Dongyun noticed and immediately handed it to her. “Baby, do you like it?”
The material was soft and comforting to touch.
Bai Ye hugged it tightly and nodded.
Ye Dongyun didn’t question the change—just waved a hand grandly. “We’re buying it!”
That night, Bai Ye fell asleep hugging the shark. She had washed and dried it herself. With her face buried in its soft fur and its sweet scent around her, she felt completely safe.
Even Ye Qingman’s bed—soft and unfamiliar at first—became hard to leave.
The room was dark, lit only by a star projector casting a galaxy across the ceiling. The air conditioning was just right. Lying there, Bai Ye gazed at the stars above and thought:
This felt like a dream—too beautiful to be real. One she never wanted to wake up from.
She drifted off.
The next morning, Bai Ye was awakened by the searing sun. She opened her eyes and saw her desk nearby. It looked… familiar. She rubbed her eyes and looked out the window.
A bleak, endless field stretched outside.
She looked around the room—small, cramped, painfully familiar. It was her old room.
Dead silence. She sat alone on the bed, slowly reaching up to touch her hair.
Short. Shoulder-length again.
She opened her mouth. She wanted to cry—but the tears wouldn’t come.
So… it really was just a dream.
She was awake now.
Baihe Fan 
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