A Vicious Scum Alpha in a Heartthrob Novel - Chapter 1

…Her head throbbed painfully.

It felt as if it were splitting open.

Xu Qingshui couldn’t help but frown. Her health had always been poor, and having spent years in hospitals, she had developed an incredibly high pain tolerance. Normally, showing such distress would make her look fragile—a lapse in composure she rarely allowed.

After a long while, she grew accustomed to the pain. Though her breathing remained shaky, she was faring much better than at the start. Eventually, the agony began to recede, replaced by a strange tingling numbness. Xu Qingshui couldn’t quite describe the sensation, but her entire body felt itchy, and an inexplicable impulse surged within her.

It felt as though she had been drugged.

Xu Qingshui let out a muffled groan. Heat and itchiness saturated every corner of her being, and her skin was slick with sweat. Now she was certain: she had definitely been drugged. However, ever since she took full control of her company’s affairs, no one had dared to pull such a stunt on her, despite her frail health.

She struggled to sit up, but her eyes felt clouded by a thin mist. It took a concentrated effort just to blink them open.

“Xu Qingshui, do you want to do it with me?” A soft, waxy, unfamiliar voice reached her ears.

Who was speaking?

Xu Qingshui’s mind was a chaotic mess. As her vision slowly focused, she finally saw the person before her. It was an exceptionally beautiful woman with long, narrow phoenix eyes, fair skin, and a tall, elegant stature that contrasted with her soft voice. She was dressed exquisitely.

Simultaneously, Xu Qingshui realized her own predicament. She was lying on a bed, her collar half-open, her chest heaving with every breath.

My head hurts. Where am I?

Out of caution, Xu Qingshui didn’t speak first. Instead, she watched the woman standing by the bed. If she hadn’t misheard, the woman was asking if she “wanted to do it.” It was a suggestive question, yet the woman’s eyes held no trace of desire. This left Xu Qingshui unable to discern her true intent.

Seeing that she hadn’t responded for a long time, the woman took half a step forward—but only half a step—before stopping abruptly, her tone tinged with confusion.

“Xu Qingshui, are you okay? You smell strongly of alcohol. Can you hear me?”

Xu Qingshui’s eyes widened. Her brain, for a rare moment, completely stalled. What on earth is going on?

This time, she didn’t remain silent. She spoke to confirm: “…What did you say?”

The moment she spoke, she felt a bizarre, inexplicable connection form between herself and this world. Her previously weak body felt strangely different—it was becoming healthier. At the same time, a flood of memories she had never experienced rushed into her mind.

Or rather, memories belonging to a character in a book.

She had transmigrated into a novel titled Plunder and Possession. According to the plot, the role she was playing was a quintessential “scum Alpha.” The original owner was a villainous Alpha who, in order to possess the female lead, Fu Jinghua, had used every tactic imaginable: playing the victim, drugging, and moral kidnapping.

The only reason she had become Fu Jinghua’s wife was that she had saved the life of Fu’s grandmother. Since Fu Jinghua and her grandmother relied on each other, she had been forced to marry the Alpha. Eventually, through her own self-destructive behavior and attempts to imprison the female lead, the scum Alpha was mocked, divorced, exposed, and ultimately hacked to death on the street.

It was a satisfying ending—provided Xu Qingshui hadn’t become that character.

The sensation of receiving these memories was far from pleasant, but Xu Qingshui was used to enduring pain and showed no outward sign of distress. She looked up, sat straight, and gazed at the woman—the female lead, Fu Jinghua—with a calm, detached expression. She now understood the context of the woman’s question.

On their wedding day, Fu Jinghua had prepared a contract for a marriage of convenience but hadn’t presented it yet. Instead, she was testing the original owner. Fu Jinghua knew that the “heroic rescue” of her grandmother was a setup; knowing Xu Qingshui’s character, she wanted to tear off her mask.

As for the heat Xu Qingshui felt, it was because the original owner had not only drugged Fu Jinghua’s wine but had also drugged her own to frame herself as a fellow victim.

Xu Qingshui suppressed the rising heat in her body, maintaining a facade of indifference. She said, “The things I did before… were wrong.”

“We don’t need to ‘do it.’ We can just have a marriage of convenience.”

Xu Qingshui wasn’t used to handing over the initiative to others. The original owner was one person, and she was another. She hadn’t committed those acts, so she would simply be herself. Moreover, in the original plot, the owner would have happily agreed, only to be crushed when Fu Jinghua pulled out the contract. The owner would then try to force herself on Fu, lose the fight, and be forced to sign anyway.

Xu Qingshui refused to be that pathetic.

Her gaze was cold and watery, flickering with a faint, imperceptible impatience. She said, “Our thoughts should be aligned on this. Tell me what terms you want for the agreement.”

Fu Jinghua opened her mouth, her beautiful eyes reflecting a rare sense of bewilderment. She knew Xu Qingshui only desired her for her looks, yet the woman said… No.

This was nothing like her previous, loathsome personality.

Looking at Xu Qingshui today, Fu Jinghua felt something was different. Did Xu Qingshui always have a mole on her collarbone? Not wanting to be rude, she quickly looked away. Her mind was uncharacteristically cluttered. Is this a ‘hard to get’ tactic?

No. With the Alpha’s acting skills, she couldn’t possibly fake this level of composure—an indifference that suggested nothing in the world could make her pause.

Fu Jinghua’s eyes lingered on her for a few seconds longer. This time, she noticed something was wrong. An unnatural heat was radiating from Xu Qingshui, and the room was filled with the scent of brandy.

Although Fu Jinghua was an Omega, she wasn’t particularly sensitive to pheromones—one reason she had agreed to marry Xu Qingshui. She needed a titular wife, preferably one who was easy to control. But now, she smelled this fragrance. She wasn’t sure if it was Xu Qingshui’s pheromones or just the wine.

Fu Jinghua glanced at the wine glass on the table, which still held a small amount of liquid. She decided it must be the wine.

She looked back at Xu Qingshui, no longer in the mood to guess her intentions. “Since you understand the situation, that’s for the best. I’ve already prepared the contract for the marriage of convenience. You just need to sign.”

She pulled the contract from her bag and placed it on the table. “Sign it.”

Without hesitation, Xu Qingshui got out of bed and walked over to examine the document. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Fu Jinghua; it was simply instinct.

As Xu Qingshui approached, the scent of brandy grew stronger—so strong that Fu Jinghua felt a sudden urge to take a sip of something. Once she saw Xu Qingshui sign the paper, her heart finally settled. She poured herself a glass of wine and drained it in one gulp.

Almost immediately, a wave of heat surged through her body, spreading to her limbs. Fu Jinghua realized what it was. Her face stiffened, her strength vanished, and her eyes grew misty as she looked at Xu Qingshui.

Yet the Alpha seemed oblivious, her gaze remaining cold. “I’ve signed. I hope for a pleasant cooperation.”

Pleasant cooperation.

Fu Jinghua suddenly let out a sharp laugh and hissed, “Xu Qingshui, you are shameless!”

Xu Qingshui frowned. No one likes being insulted for no reason. But in a flash of realization, she looked at the glass Fu Jinghua had just emptied. Her entire face froze.

…There was a drug in that wine.

Calling a doctor on her wedding night was out of the question. It would invite suspicion and gossip, and people might even think she was “possessed.” Xu Qingshui didn’t want that. But without a doctor, she had no idea how to handle this.

Her mind raced. After a few seconds, she made a decision: “I’ll take you to a doctor.”

What doctor? Fu Jinghua didn’t even consider it. If her grandmother found out, it would be a nightmare.

She grabbed Xu Qingshui’s waist and gritted her teeth. Finally, she said, “Mark me.”

Compared to the alternative drama, the scent of brandy didn’t seem so unbearable after all.

The situation spiraled. The air became a heavy mix of rose and brandy. The two scents merged in a strange, intoxicating dance.

Due to her long-held habits, even as her body screamed for release, Xu Qingshui managed to maintain a sliver of rationality. After the first round, she came to her senses and stopped the woman who was still clinging to her.

It wasn’t a lack of desire; it was the knowledge that Fu Jinghua would regret this once she was sober. Xu Qingshui was not the type to take advantage of someone. She held the woman’s hands, and despite her parched throat and dizzy head, she asked seriously, “Are there any suppressants in the house?”

Doing it once could be called an accident. Doing it a second time after coming to her senses would be something else entirely.

But Fu Jinghua had lost all reason. She was usually insensitive to pheromones, which meant she had never truly felt the overwhelming attraction an Alpha’s scent could have on an Omega. Hearing Xu Qingshui’s voice, she let out a cold sneer.

You drugged the wine yourself, and now you’re acting like a gentleman?

However, she had to admit that Xu Qingshui looked much more tolerable like this—eyes cold and clear, even while her breath was hot and her skin was covered in a fine sweat, still insisting on finding a doctor.

Fu Jinghua licked her canine teeth, her consciousness drifting back slightly. Since Xu Qingshui had said as much, she wasn’t going to beg. Even though her body clamored to be touched, she took half a step back.

She couldn’t help but snap, “Look at what you’ve done!”

Knowing she was technically at fault, Xu Qingshui didn’t argue. She leaned against the side of the bed, breathing heavily. The scent of brandy in the air grew even thicker.

Fu Jinghua’s brows shot up. Her momentarily calmed nerves caught fire again. Seeing that the Alpha didn’t fight back, her frustration flared—but it wasn’t just anger. As the brandy scent intensified, her face stiffened, her body turned to jelly, and she gritted her teeth.

“Are you… in heat?”

Xu Qingshui looked up. Her originally cold eyes were now clouded with a heavy, misty desire.

Fu Jinghua realized things were about to get much worse.