A Scum Alpha Tool Character's Code of Conduct - Chapter 2

Winning someone’s favor when they are already prejudiced against you is no easy task.

In the faint morning light, Wen Jiao stared at the two dark circles under her eyes in the mirror and reached up to touch them.

The one thing worth being thankful for was that even after transmigrating into a novel, she still had her own face. Otherwise, having to see a stranger’s face in the mirror every day would be terrifying.

A rustling sound came from outside the bedroom door.

Wen Jiao froze for a moment before remembering that she no longer lived alone.

“Good morning.”

Wiping the remaining water droplets from her face, she calmly greeted An Lingqing.

An Lingqing, however, was momentarily stunned by Wen Jiao’s completely makeup-free appearance.

How competitive had Wen Jiao been in the past?

So competitive that she had never once appeared barefaced in front of An Lingqing. As a result, An Lingqing had always assumed that without makeup, Wen Jiao was probably rather ordinary-looking.

But at this moment, no matter how much she disliked her, she had to admit that Wen Jiao was naturally beautiful.

Unlike her own gentle and harmless appearance, Wen Jiao possessed striking, bold features. Even without makeup, there was a sharp, almost aggressive beauty to her face.

“I’m sorry.”

One night had been enough for Wen Jiao to piece together the memories of everything she had done to An Lingqing.

The threats.

The constant emotional manipulation and psychological abuse.

If it had been someone else, they might have lost themselves entirely.

Fortunately, An Lingqing only appeared fragile on the surface. In reality, she was resilient.

But the damage had left scars.

The desire for revenge had become the thing that kept her going.

“You’re sorry?”

The previously calm An Lingqing suddenly laughed as though she had heard the world’s funniest joke.

Her emotions exploded.

Her slender, fair fingers grabbed Wen Jiao by the collar and shoved her backward.

“Hiss—”

Caught completely off guard, Wen Jiao slammed her shoulder against the hard wall.

The sharp pain shooting through her back made her gasp.

“Wen Jiao really was a scheming, despicable, shameless person. It’s only natural that you’re angry.”

Since she was talking about the original owner and not herself, Wen Jiao felt absolutely no psychological burden saying it.

Physical burden, however, was another matter.

Because An Lingqing pressed down even harder on her shoulders.

The pain intensified.

Wen Jiao had always been unusually sensitive to pain.

She hadn’t expected that weakness to carry over into the novel as well.

A sheen of tears unconsciously gathered in her eyes.

“You think a few harmless insults toward yourself can erase all the threats and harm you’ve done to me?”

An Lingqing’s eyes glistened too.

But hers were filled with anger.

Wen Jiao blinked and forced the tears back.

“Could you loosen your grip a little? It really hurts.”

With her delicate skin and furrowed brows, the usually aloof-looking woman suddenly resembled a pitiful giant cat.

An Lingqing paused.

Her suspicious gaze searched Wen Jiao’s face, looking for the familiar jealousy and malice.

Instead, all she found was simple grievance born from physical discomfort.

The pounding heartbeat from yesterday’s drunken haze echoed once more in Wen Jiao’s chest.

The sweet scent drifting from An Lingqing was like an irresistible marshmallow, tempting her to take a bite.

Sure enough… I’m still not sober.

Wen Jiao thought hazily.

The pain in her shoulder faded into insignificance.

As the distance between them grew smaller and smaller, she nearly lost the ability to think.

“When beauty is intoxicated, her cheeks glow with a rosy charm.”

Wen Jiao murmured softly.

“An Lingqing… are you still drunk too?”

She raised a hand and touched An Lingqing’s flushed cheek.

Her long fingers were cool, but the moment they brushed against An Lingqing’s burning skin, the heat seemed to travel directly into her heart, igniting a hidden spark.

The sunlight streaming through the window happened to envelop both of them.

The hostility that had existed moments ago had long since lost its edge.

“An Lingqing… are you a marshmallow?”

Suppressing the urge to gently bite her cheek, Wen Jiao asked in a daze.

Long strands of hair cascaded down.

An Lingqing’s elegant collarbone was exposed to the air.

A pair of equally soft hands slid across it before pressing firmly onto Wen Jiao’s shoulder.

The sensitive skin quickly reddened, like plum blossoms blooming against white snow.

Watching Wen Jiao make no attempt to resist, An Lingqing suddenly came to a conclusion.

This Wen Jiao…

Was she suffering from some kind of split personality?

It seemed like she had switched personalities over the past two days.

And this new personality was unbelievably foolish.

She didn’t even understand the basics of Alpha and Omega pheromones.

With a rough shove, An Lingqing pushed her away and turned to retrieve an inhibitor.

“Marshmallow… don’t go…”

Lacking the strength to stand, Wen Jiao crouched on the floor and pitifully tugged at An Lingqing’s sleeve.

Her eyes were filled with longing.

“Mar. Sh. Mal. Low.”

An Lingqing ground her teeth together.

The dominance hidden beneath her gentle exterior finally surfaced.

“If this personality of yours weren’t somewhat tolerable, I’d throw you out the window.”

She had been scolded.

Wen Jiao’s Alpha instincts immediately urged her to suppress the Omega beside her.

But as Wen Jiao herself, she had no desire to hurt An Lingqing.

Naturally, An Lingqing didn’t miss the sudden shift in Wen Jiao’s pheromones.

Her steps paused.

She pinched her own thigh hard, shot Wen Jiao a fierce glare, and hurried off to fetch the inhibitor.

When Wen Jiao regained consciousness, she was completely bewildered.

Still not fully aware of her identity as an Alpha, she fell into deep confusion.

Could this really be the power of the protagonist’s halo?

“Um… sorry. I think I might’ve been sick and mistaken you for a marshmallow.”

Wen Jiao was so embarrassed she wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground.

Unfortunately, the memory kept replaying in her head.

It was absolutely mortifying.

The explanation An Lingqing had been about to give stopped at her lips.

“Did I bite you or anything? I think I passed out afterward.”

Wen Jiao asked awkwardly.

At this moment, there was nothing remotely cold or aloof about her.

She looked like a dejected little kitten that had done something wrong and was desperately hoping for a pat on the head as forgiveness.

She doesn’t remember?

Looking at Wen Jiao’s expression, An Lingqing suddenly decided not to tell her the truth.

After receiving only a brief glance from the heroine, Wen Jiao felt as though the word tragic in her future tragic ending was already beginning to take shape.

“In the past, I was only jealous that you became a top singer, so I did a lot of terrible things. But I’ve decided to turn over a new leaf.”

As she spoke, Wen Jiao carefully observed An Lingqing’s expression.

Seeing that she wasn’t angry, she cleared her throat and continued.

“There’s a survival reality show called Wilderness Survival that’s about to start filming. If you’re willing to take me under your wing, our previous agreement will be completely canceled. And for the next five years—no, the next ten years—as long as you’re willing, the Wen Corporation will be your backing.”

If she wanted to increase her favorability, they needed prolonged contact.

On one hand, this proposal would allow An Lingqing to gradually lower her guard.

On the other hand, it was a survival show.

Wouldn’t there be endless opportunities to earn goodwill?

Convinced she had come up with a brilliant plan, Wen Jiao failed to notice the sudden coldness in An Lingqing’s eyes.

“As expected. Even with a different personality, she’s still just as vain and fame-hungry.”

An Lingqing lowered her head, leaving Wen Jiao only the view of her harmless-looking head from behind.

But this was an opportunity.

An opportunity to turn her life around.