After Transmigrating as a Scum Alpha, I Marked my White Moonlight Omega - Chapter 19

When Jiang Nan woke up, she realized her wife was no longer by her side. She glanced at the wall clock; it was only about seven-thirty in the morning.

Just then, the sound of the front door unlocking rang out from outside the bedroom. Jiang Nan instinctively stepped into her slippers and walked out of the room.

She saw Lin Yu wearing a black baseball cap and lightweight sportswear. She was carrying a bag of soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks (youtiao). Her cheeks were flushed pink, and she was panting slightly. It seemed she had just finished a workout and picked up breakfast on the way back.

Seeing this, Jiang Nan remembered something and couldn’t help but look Lin Yu up and down.

Lin Yu turned her head, pouted in confusion, and took off her cap. Seeing Jiang Nan standing there in a daze with messy hair, she said, “Perfect timing, let’s have breakfast together.”

Jiang Nan moved closer to Lin Yu. After deliberating for a while, she finally couldn’t resist asking: “…Wife, I mean, did you pick anything up on your way back?”

She couldn’t exactly ask directly: Did you pick up that heavily injured Aggressive Lead from the original book?

Hearing this, Lin Yu blinked with a face full of question marks. She raised an eyebrow and answered noncommittally: “Hmm? Was I supposed to… pick something up?”

Jiang Nan: That’s not right… According to the plot, Wife should have picked up Big Boss Song by now.

While she didn’t want her wife to bring that protagonist home, according to her years of experience reading web novels, if the protagonist were left to bleed out in an alley, the entire world of the book would probably collapse.

If that happened, wouldn’t she and her wife have to “die for love” together in this crappy book just when things were getting sweet?

No, she absolutely couldn’t let that happen!

Jiang Nan snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Lin Yu with glowing eyes, gesturing wildly as she described: “You know… a person. For example, someone who is heavily injured and collapsed in an alley or something.”

Lin Yu thought Jiang Nan was acting strange so early in the morning and started to worry. She began to preach “anti-fraud awareness.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she spoke seriously with a furrowed brow.

“Jiang Nan, if you encounter such a situation, common sense dictates you should call an ambulance. Also, the security around the slums is terrible. Do not—under any circumstances—think about bringing someone home just because you see them lying on the ground… Most likely, they are part of a gang looking to swindle you out of money or worse.”

She paused, noticing Jiang Nan’s dazed expression. With a headache, she continued her safety lecture: “Remember, don’t easily bring strangers home, and don’t get any ideas about doing ‘good deeds’ by picking people up. Do you understand?”

Jiang Nan: So… how on earth did a wife with such strong anti-fraud awareness pick up the protagonist in the original story?!

Jiang Nan came back to her senses, laughed awkwardly, and nodded quickly. She couldn’t say much else, so she scratched her cheek and echoed: “Yes, yes, yes, Wife makes a lot of sense.”

So, is Big Boss Song still lying in that dark alley right now?

But it shouldn’t come to that, right? After all, Song Mo is the protagonist. With such a heavy ‘protagonist aura,’ she should be rescued by some other kind-hearted person… right?

Fine, she took back her previous guess.

Because… the Aggressive Lead, Song Mo, was actually STILL lying in the alley!

Jiang Nan had managed to sneak out while Lin Yu was busy. She originally intended to confirm if Big Boss Song had been rescued.

Instead, the moment she poked her head in, she saw Song Mo still in the same sitting position as yesterday. Her face was contored in pain, her brow tightly knit, and her breathing seemed very weak. She was leaning against the wall, her face deathly pale.

She didn’t expect the plot to be this… stubborn.

Looking at Song Mo’s half-dead state, Jiang Nan figured her complexion was much worse than yesterday because she had stayed in this filthy alley for too long.

Leaving her to die really didn’t feel right, especially since it involved the risk of the world collapsing.

After analyzing it this way, she sighed in frustration and walked over to Song Mo. She slowly squatted down, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and muttered helplessly in a low voice: “…I’ll just listen to my wife. I’ll call an ambulance for you. Stay alive and don’t hang around here anymore.”

If her wife and Big Boss Song met, Jiang Nan would really go from being the main spouse to the “third wheel.”

Just as Jiang Nan was about to unlock her screen and dial the emergency number, Song Mo opened her eyes. With a deep frown, she reached out and snatched Jiang Nan’s phone, throwing it against the opposite wall with a crack. The fragile phone instantly shattered into pieces on the ground.

Jiang Nan: ?

She looked up, about to protest Song Mo’s sudden action, but she locked eyes with those deep, dark pupils. They held a sense of pressure and scrutiny unique to a “Big Boss,” causing her to instinctively shrink back.

…But the phone was innocent! It had so many memos recording her wife’s likes and dislikes! Now they were all gone!

Song Mo looked down at Jiang Nan, who looked resentful but didn’t dare speak. Her brow furrowed slightly, and due to her injuries, her voice was raspy: “Don’t call.”

Jiang Nan: Hmph, as expected of the Domineering Aggressive Lead. Even her way of speaking is so rude.

Jiang Nan stood up helplessly. Now that she saw Song Mo was awake, she knew a “Big Boss” with a protagonist aura wouldn’t “game over” so easily.

She pouted and said indifferently: “Fine. I was kind enough to call you an ambulance, and you’re so ungrateful… and now you’ve smashed my phone.”

Thinking about it made her even angrier.

What kind of taste did her wife, Lin Yu, have to fall for this kind of person later?!

Is she as gentle and considerate as me? Can she coax Wife like I can? Is she as good in bed as me?

From the look of it, aside from being overbearing and rude, Song Mo really didn’t show any of the merits of a protagonist.

So what if her combat power is high? She might even be a domestic violence risk in the future.

Just as Jiang Nan was fuming and about to walk out of the alley, her wrist was grabbed with a force that made her turn back toward Song Mo.

Song Mo was frowning. Due to her injuries, her eyes revealed a sense of “brokenness” after a defeat. Even as an “Aggressive Lead,” she didn’t forget to use her low, charming voice to speak.

“Don’t go to the hospital… take me with you.”

Jiang Nan: Uh, how did the protagonist end up leeching onto me?

Jiang Nan remembered her wife’s warning and wanted to shake off Song Mo’s hand. But despite being seriously injured, Song Mo’s grip was incredibly strong, making it impossible for her to break free.

Helplessly, she squatted down and began to explain earnestly: “Alright, fine. I’ll take you to a nearby clinic then. It’s really dirty here, it’s not good for you…”

Before Jiang Nan could finish, Song Mo closed her eyes and fell forward. Her entire body collapsed into Jiang Nan’s arms, knocking the breath out of her.

Jiang Nan, nearly blacking out herself, had a dark face as she huffed and puffed, struggling to hoist Song Mo up and drape her arm over her shoulder.

Ha, I really… can’t escape the fate of picking up the protagonist.

The moment Jiang Nan hauled Song Mo home, she collapsed onto the floor. Looking at Song Mo lying flat on the ground, she couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

Not only is she rude, but she’s also so heavy.

If her wife hadn’t made her insist on morning exercises every day, she would have closed her eyes and collapsed somewhere along with Song Mo.

Luckily, her wife wasn’t home yet; otherwise, she really wouldn’t be able to explain Song Mo’s current situation.

Jiang Nan caught her breath, then dragged Song Mo onto the sofa. She took out the first-aid kit organized by Lin Yu from the cabinet, and then brought out a basin of clean water and a towel from the bathroom. She prepared to serve the protagonist so that the world wouldn’t collapse.

Song Mo lying on the narrow sofa made her look even more slender. Her thin black tight-fitting clothes were stained with blood of various colors.

Some were a dried-out brown, and some were a fresh bright red from wounds that had reopened.

Jiang Nan couldn’t stand the sight of blood. Her eyes squinted slightly, and she swallowed nervously. She reached for the scissors in the kit, attempting to cut away the tight clothing that was sticking to Song Mo’s wounds.

Just as Jiang Nan started cutting along the wound on Song Mo’s lower left abdomen, Song Mo—with her eyes still tightly closed—let out a muffled groan of intense endurance. Startled, Jiang Nan immediately stopped to check on her.

But seeing Song Mo’s pained and restrained expression, her movements involuntarily became gentler.

She was a “Big Boss,” after all. If she recovered and came back for revenge, what would happen to a weakling like her?

After cutting open Song Mo’s top, pop—she was nearly blinded by the snow-white skin and the soft, upright… objects wrapped beneath the fabric.

Jiang Nan: …Cough cough. See no evil, see no evil.

But, she really was the “author’s own daughter.” Tsk, this body and appearance were definitely top-tier.

“…Do you like me?” A low voice came from above her head.

Jiang Nan was startled by Song Mo’s sudden words. The hand holding the towel trembled slightly, causing Song Mo to wince and suck in a breath of cold air.

She looked up at Song Mo and retorted angrily: “What are you saying?! Ha, really… what a narcissist. I’m a person with a wife; don’t you talk nonsense here.”

Song Mo gave a flat “oh” and rested her hands behind her head, as if she couldn’t feel the pain from her wounds. “How boring.”

Seeing the protagonist teasing her, yet not daring to lash out for fear of being crushed by the Big Boss later, Jiang Nan applied the ointment to the wound with a face full of defiance. “Now that you’re patched up, leave quickly… my wife doesn’t like strangers staying at home.”

Hearing this, Song Mo let out a chuckle. She turned her face to gaze at Jiang Nan’s small face. “Whipped, are we?”

After saying that, she leaned in a few inches closer to Jiang Nan, her voice carrying a faint rasp and seduction as she continued.

“I thought this was going to be boring… but now, ha, I’m getting a little excited.”