A Scum Alpha Tool Character's Code of Conduct - Chapter 1

The strong scent of perfume assaulted Wen Jiao’s senses like poison, making her want to vomit.

Weakly lifting her head, confusion flickered in her watery peach blossom eyes, as though she had no idea where she was.

Across from her sat a woman in her forties with a greasy face. Her blood-red lips made her look like a witch straight out of a fairy tale, and she was chattering away nonstop.

“I really have to thank Miss Wen. An Lingqing has always been the unattainable moon in the water and flower in the mirror in many people’s eyes. Who would’ve thought she’d already become your bedmate? And now you’re even willing to let me have a taste of her—”

The vulgar and obscene words kept pouring into Wen Jiao’s ears, making her already throbbing temples ache even more.

“Can you shut up?”

Unable to endure the noise pollution any longer, Wen Jiao coldly snapped.

The incessantly moving mouth across from her finally stopped, and the woman stared at her in surprise.

With the irritating noise finally gone, Wen Jiao regained a bit of clarity.

She instinctively reached up to brush the loose strands of hair from in front of her face, only to unexpectedly touch another person’s body.

Cool. Soft. Slightly damp.

Focusing her attention, Wen Jiao finally realized there had been a woman leaning against her shoulder the entire time.

A stunningly beautiful woman.

Tiny droplets still clung to her trembling eyelashes, like morning dew accidentally caught on a butterfly’s wings. Her delicate nose gleamed softly under the light, while the faint redness at the tip made her look especially pitiful.

Wen Jiao had intended to push her away.

Instead, she hesitated.

Before she knew it, she had taken off the jacket hanging behind her and draped it over the woman’s shoulders, shielding her from the greedy gazes of others.

She had to admit it.

She was a little captivated by beauty.

“Miss Wen isn’t having second thoughts, is she? As we agreed, one million yuan, and An Lingqing becomes mine. All that’s left is your signature on the contract.”

Miss Wen? An Lingqing?

The familiar names jolted Wen Jiao awake.

Weren’t these the names of the cannon-fodder villain and the heroine from the yuri ABO novel she had stayed up all night reading yesterday?

The only reason she’d picked up the novel was because the cannon-fodder character shared her name. The story itself had been fairly cliché, and she’d forgotten most of it after finishing it, remembering only the general plot.

What a coincidence.

Cursing inwardly while maintaining a calm expression, Wen Jiao quickly assessed the situation. Combining the surroundings with the ugly old Alpha’s words, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the contract hadn’t been signed yet.

There was still room to back out.

“That’s right. I’ve suddenly changed my mind. The deal is canceled. If you have any objections, take them up with my assistant.”

Ignoring the stunned expressions around the table, Wen Jiao bent down, picked An Lingqing up in her arms, and walked out of the private room.

The early spring night breeze still carried a trace of winter’s chill.

Lowering her gaze, Wen Jiao looked at the woman in her arms.

Like a frightened little rabbit, she had lost the strength to struggle and curled herself into a ball.

“I’ve changed my mind about tonight.”

Gently setting her down, Wen Jiao helped her stand beside her and carefully adjusted the jacket draped over her shoulders.

“Wen Jiao, what game are you playing now?”

The quiet little rabbit suddenly bared her fangs.

She violently yanked off the jacket and threw it onto the ground.

Her round almond-shaped eyes were filled with hatred, yet somehow still looked adorable.

The wind hit Wen Jiao immediately. Without her jacket, she felt chilled to the bone.

Being transported into a novel and opposing the protagonist only led to one outcome:

A miserable death.

“I’m not playing any games. I just think a beauty like you should only be bullied by me.”

Her mouth moved faster than her brain.

Even as she was desperately trying to figure out how to improve her relationship with An Lingqing, the words had already slipped out.

“Only bullied by you?”

An Lingqing laughed mockingly.

With obvious effort, she placed her hands on Wen Jiao’s shoulders.

“Wen Jiao. Miss Wen. Haven’t you always been driven mad by jealousy whenever you thought about me? Haven’t I suffered enough from your torment over the years?”

With the beauty suddenly drawing closer, Wen Jiao’s entire body stiffened.

A faint sweet fragrance drifted from the woman before her, making her want to lower her head and inhale it more deeply.

Wrapping one arm around her waist, Wen Jiao found it even softer than a cushion.

Their distance closed once more, allowing them to see each other’s faces clearly.

Their breaths intertwined.

Their heartbeats became unsteady.

An Lingqing despised this woman.

She knew very well that her deliberate approach would disgust the outwardly aloof yet inwardly petty Wen Jiao.

She had already prepared herself to be shoved away and thrown to the ground.

But this time…

Wen Jiao didn’t push her away.

For the first time, An Lingqing noticed that when Wen Jiao wasn’t twisting with jealousy, she actually had a pair of remarkably beautiful peach blossom eyes.

But it was all an illusion.

An Lingqing silently warned herself not to be fooled by this scumbag’s act.

Seeing the hatred in her eyes, Wen Jiao sighed helplessly.

She finally let go and stood there silently, unsure what she could possibly say to salvage the situation.

Fortunately, the Wen family’s driver arrived just in time.

“I don’t care what kind of scheme you’re plotting, Wen Jiao. At worst, we’ll destroy each other. I have nothing left to lose anyway.”

The two remained silent during the ride.

But as soon as they returned home, An Lingqing immediately issued her warning.

The room was illuminated by warm yellow light.

Wen Jiao had always preferred bright lighting because it helped her stay focused while working.

Yet now, looking at An Lingqing beneath the soft glow, she suddenly felt that dim lighting had its advantages.

After all, beauty looked best beneath the lamplight.

Perhaps because this body had already consumed a great deal of alcohol before her soul arrived, Wen Jiao felt trapped in a half-drunk, half-awake state.

She couldn’t resist the inexplicable attraction.

“Is this the heroine’s halo at work?”

Ignoring An Lingqing’s anger, Wen Jiao instead committed the woman’s fierce, claw-baring expression to memory and couldn’t help wondering why she was so drawn to her.

She’s so cute.

Still, aside from her rather obvious staring, Wen Jiao didn’t do anything else.

That relatively good mood lasted until she sobered up.

After waking from her drunken haze, Wen Jiao opened her eyes in the darkness and turned on the bedside lamp out of habit.

“What exactly did I do?”

Her slender fingers ruthlessly pinched her smooth, flawless cheeks without the slightest mercy.

She was drowning in regret.

“That’s the heroine! And I actually flirted with her! Am I tired of living?”

Cool and reserved in public but a chatterbox in private, Wen Jiao couldn’t stop talking to herself.

“Thankfully, I haven’t done anything illegal yet. As long as I keep raising the heroine’s affection toward me from now on, I should be able to live a long life, right?”

The night was deep.

Someone couldn’t sleep.

Opening a notebook as though preparing a work report, Wen Jiao wrote down the first item in her Three-Month Plan.

The goal was simple:

Become a qualified supporting character and earn An Lingqing’s goodwill.