After Transmigrating as a Scum Alpha, I Pampered the Best Actress Omega - Chapter 1

Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed amidst a torrential downpour—a perfect mirror of Zhai You’s current state of mind.

She was sitting in a private booth at the Imperial Club, surrounded by a group of “her” fair-weather friends. The entire space was thick with a chaotic, messy mix of pheromones.

Someone next to her, lacking any sense of boundaries, shoved a glass of liquor in front of her face and slurred, “Come on… drink! Drink this glass!”

Zhai You was generally good-tempered and didn’t lose her cool easily, but that didn’t mean she was incapable of getting angry. However, what was the point of getting angry at a drunkard?

Taking a deep breath, Zhai You stood up. “I’m going to the restroom.”

She navigated past several pairs of pale, bare legs and escaped the noisy booth. A solitary, elegant silhouette appeared in the quiet hallway. Once in the restroom, Zhai You splashed her face with cold water.

She looked up at the person in the mirror.

Well, great. She looked exactly like herself.

She had transmigrated into a book. If she wasn’t mistaken, it was likely a Yuri novel called After Rebirth, I Married My White Moonlight, because she had just clearly heard the name “Jiang Bailu.”

Jiang Bailu was the heroine of the book—the “White Moonlight”—and an Omega.

Based on the conversation of the group back there, Zhai You was playing the role of the cannon-fodder Scum Alpha who shared her same name.

Cannon fodder. And an Alpha.

Zhai You splashed her face again, tempted to dunk her entire head into the sink to avoid reality. As a cannon-fodder Scum Alpha, how could she possibly have a happy ending?

She knew about this book because a friend had told her about it with a mischievous grin.

“Zhai You, according to the law of transmigrating into books with the same name, you better be careful.”

Her name wasn’t common. Since there was a match, she really should have been careful. But who could have imagined it would actually happen?

After washing her face, Zhai You’s mind cleared, and she began to recall the plot.

In the story, the original host fell in love with Jiang Bailu at first sight. However, a cannon fodder’s logic is… unique. Instead of pursuing her normally, the original host offered a “sponsorship” deal (sugar baby arrangement) just when Jiang Bailu was facing difficulties.

Initially, Jiang Bailu agreed, and they could have lived a somewhat stable life. But if a Scum Alpha doesn’t act out, can they even be called “scum”?

The original host brought the “canary” home only to subject her to constant humiliation. She also enjoyed tormenting Jiang Bailu in bed, caring only about her own pleasure.

As if that wasn’t enough mental and physical torture, the original host even brought home a minor starlet, attempting to have her cake and eat it too. When Jiang Bailu refused to accept this, the original host broke her leg and threw her out. Even then, the original host was foolish enough to wait for Jiang Bailu to return and apologize—only for the “Righteous Lead” (the hero/heroine) to return.

When the Righteous Lead found out, they couldn’t stand it. They took Jiang Bailu in, cared for her tenderly, and simultaneously sought revenge against the original host.

The original host’s family were merely nouveau riche who got lucky with money; they lacked the brains to win a real fight. Consequently, the family went bankrupt, and the original host kicked the bucket.

That was the plot of the book.

Zhai You realized that at this point in time, she had just “bought” Jiang Bailu but hadn’t brought her home yet.

It was obvious what needed to be done next. Zhai You decisively pulled out her phone to call Jiang Bailu and tell her not to come. However, after searching for ages, she realized she didn’t have her number saved. Finally, she found her assistant’s contact and sent a text:

“Tell her she doesn’t need to come.”

Only then did Zhai You feel a bit more secure. She had checked her mobile banking earlier—countless zeros. Having been poor for several lifetimes, this was the first time she’d seen so much money. Why on earth would she seek death instead of enjoying life? Who would want to be a cannon-fodder Scum Alpha with such a tragic ending?

Zhai You just wanted to stay far away from both the White Moonlight and the Righteous Lead.

She admired herself in the mirror for a moment, thinking that, no matter what, she was still gorgeous. Big chest, long legs, a tiny waist, pale skin, red hair, and perfect features—she had that “stunning beauty” aura down pat. Anyone standing next to her would look dull by comparison. On a scale of one to ten, she’d give herself a ten!

After lingering in the restroom, Zhai You returned to the booth.

She prepared to grab her bag and leave, but the moment she stood up, a beautiful woman leaned in. Her eyes were flirtatious as she asked, “What took you so long?”

Zhai You froze.

Thank you, I’m about to have a nosebleed.

A short, cute girl nearby wouldn’t be outdone and squeezed in to push the beautiful woman away.

“Sister Zhai You, are you leaving? Take me with you, okay?” She blinked her eyes pleadingly.

I can’t handle this… I really can’t…

Just as Zhai You was about to push them away, the “friend” who had been pressuring her to drink let out a loud burp, catching her attention. A flash of disgust appeared on the faces of both the beautiful woman and the cute girl, though neither said a word.

The drunken friend was oblivious and grinned at Zhai You, telling the two fawning girls, “Your Sister Zhai You isn’t in the mood right now.”

The cute girl opened her eyes wide. “Did something happen? Is Sister in a bad mood?”

“Your ‘Sister’ is being torn to shreds online.”

A sudden wave of unease washed over Zhai You. She had almost forgotten.

There was another plot point: the original host thought she was so beautiful and wealthy that she simply threw money at the problem to debut in the entertainment industry. But after debuting, she was incredibly troublesome—a spoiled, arrogant rich girl who did whatever she wanted. She was a textbook “brainless cannon fodder.” To say she was “infamous” was an understatement.

Netizens didn’t care about her family’s wealth; the money wasn’t theirs. Armed with keyboards, they enacted “justice” and launched a fierce crusade against her.

Lately, the backlash had been particularly severe because Zhai You was set to star in a major IP—a Yuri drama called Deliberate Love.

The original novel had a massive fanbase who were outraged that Zhai You was cast. To them, no matter who she played, she would ruin the story. The insults were overwhelming.

The drunken friend clucked his tongue. “I don’t get why you’re wading into this mess. Isn’t your family’s money enough for you to squander? I really don’t understand you, insisting on going out there just to get cursed at.”

She really was a glutton for punishment, Zhai You thought.

As soon as that friend finished, another chimed in. Zhai You didn’t recognize any of these people.

“What do you know? Our Eldest Miss Zhai You is doing this to win the beauty’s heart. Don’t you know the screenwriter of Deliberate Love really likes Jiang Bailu?”

Laughter broke out in the booth. The expressions of the beautiful woman and the cute girl darkened instantly.

Jiang Bailu, oh Jiang Bailu. Just look at your charm.

Because the original author of Deliberate Love liked Jiang Bailu’s “type,” they had suggested her for a role after becoming the screenwriter. The original host heard about this, invested heavily to become a stakeholder, and demanded a role for herself. Her goal wasn’t to get close to Jiang Bailu, though. It was… to destroy her.

Once she was an investor, if the screenwriter wanted Jiang Bailu, the original host would refuse. Every resource Jiang Bailu got had to be a “gift” from her. She blocked her from this show, and would later block her from endorsements and variety shows. She did everything to keep Jiang Bailu off-screen—only throwing her a few insignificant roles when Jiang Bailu managed to please her.

Setting that aside for now, Jiang Bailu would eventually have the Righteous Lead’s support and become a superstar.

As for the original host, once the show aired, the netizens and fans nearly flamed her to death, and even the screenwriter condemned her privately.

Thinking of this, Zhai You frowned and looked coldly at this group of strangers. The book didn’t name them; it just said the original host hung out with them. Zhai You hated this atmosphere. She might as well cut ties now.

“Shut up. Since when do I need your advice on what I do?”

Zhai You flicked her long, beautiful red hair, curled her sexy lips, and walked out in her high heels, bag in hand.

She left the stunned group behind in the booth.

Zhai You arrived at the 18th floor of the hotel. Holding a room card, she heard a beep as the door successfully unlocked.

Despite her aggressive exit, she had realized something the moment she stepped out of the club: Dammit, she didn’t know where the original host lived! The novel described various mansions but never gave a specific address. Even if it had… she wouldn’t have remembered.

Luckily, there was a room card in her bag, so she wasn’t homeless.

Anyone with a brain knew what this room card was for. The 18th floor, a hotel room.

I already texted the assistant to tell Jiang Bailu not to come, so it should be fine to just rest here for the night, right? Zhai You gave a bitter smile at how cowardly she was being. She had no choice; for the sake of a good life, she had to stay as far away from the main characters as possible.

Upon entering, she smelled a sweet fragrance—thick and honey-like, yet very pleasant and addictive. After a few deep breaths, she felt a strange restlessness in her throat, an urge to do something.

The hotel’s aromatherapy is way too weird, Zhai You thought, shaking her head. She headed toward the bathroom to shower first. The booth had been filled with so many pheromones that she felt uncomfortable.

Wait… pheromones?

Zhai You’s eyes widened. Something clicked. She dashed out of the bathroom and flipped on the bedroom lights. Sure enough, there was a pitiful little figure lying on the bed.

“Jiang Bailu?!”