After Transmigrating as the Abandoned Rich Wife O, I Turned the Scum A's Life into a Crematorium [Transmigration] - Chapter 11

Gu Bei dazed off, only to be startled by a sudden knock at the door.

“Madam.” The butler looked slightly aghast when he saw Magna.

The butler was a simple man. Although he understood the words “Gu Bei Girl Group Studio,” he had no idea what the Madam was actually busy with. He only knew that strange Alphas were constantly appearing in the Madam’s studio, and the looks they gave her were far from pure.

He broke into a cold sweat for his boss.

He had watched Shen Siying grow up since she was a small child; in his eyes, she was perfect, like his own daughter. Fiercely protective of his master, he didn’t really want to give Magna a friendly face, but his long-standing professional etiquette as a gentleman forced him to remain calm and indifferent on the surface.

The butler placed the brown leather case on the coffee table, took out two pink bento boxes, and opened them one by one.

“Madam, please come have lunch,” he said.

Gu Bei moved to the sofa and sat down next to Magna.

“Want to join?” Gu Bei picked up a spoon for herself and handed a pair of chopsticks to Magna.

Magna looked at the purely vegetarian lunch boxes and said politely, “Thanks, baby, but I’m not hungry.”

Gu Bei shot her a murderous glare that seemed to say, “Do you want to die?”

The butler felt miserable. The bento boxes are set in stone, but the dining companions keep changing like a revolving door.

While Gu Bei ate, she listened to Magna talk about major entertainment industry scandals—how an Omega actor went into heat on set today and seduced every Alpha present… how an Alpha marked a certain Omega yesterday, but the Omega was too proud to accept it and wanted to undergo marking-removal surgery…

The unfamiliar names made it hard for her to join the conversation; she just treated it like reading fake gossip.

After the butler left, Magna showed no intention of leaving.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Gu Bei asked.

Magna tilted Gu Bei’s delicate chin up with her hand. “Nothing tastes better than you.”

Gu Bei knew Magna had helped her a lot, but there was a boundary between Alphas and Omegas. She used her chopsticks to push Magna’s hand away.

After chatting for a long time, Gu Bei gained a general understanding of the entertainment industry framework in this book. While Magna was still talking non-stop, a call from Shen Siying snapped the thread of Gu Bei’s attention.

“Where are you?” An icy question.

Gu Bei didn’t feel like sucking up to her. “The studio. Where else would I be?”

“Get downstairs now,” Shen Siying commanded. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

Since there were still fifteen minutes, why did she have to get out now? Gu Bei agreed casually, but it was as if Shen Siying could hear her thoughts: “Don’t be like last time. I don’t like waiting for people.”

Gu Bei suddenly remembered her unlucky experience from before and let out a deflated “Oh.”

Magna had clearly guessed who was on the other end. “The Great President Shen?” she teased. “Catching you to go back and warm the bed?”

Gu Bei shot her a sidelong glance. They had indeed become friends after their chat—at least, that’s what Gu Bei thought—but that didn’t mean Magna could joke about her so loosely.

The elevator was unusually smooth today. Just as Gu Bei and Magna reached the doors, they opened to reveal an empty car. Gu Bei headed to the first floor, while Magna went to the first basement.

The wind was strong at the entrance, and Gu Bei’s petite frame shivered in the cold. She didn’t wait inside the lobby because she was worried Shen Siying would start complaining if she didn’t see her immediately.

Waiting for someone in the freezing cold makes time pass incredibly slowly. After waiting and waiting for Shen Siying with no sign of her, Gu Bei pressed her legs together, stomped her feet lightly, and rubbed her hands vigorously, trying to warm her icy fingertips.

A message from Shen Siying arrived: Traffic jam. Might take a while.

But Gu Bei didn’t check her phone.

At least another twenty minutes passed. Gu Bei let out a sneeze. Fragile Omegas have weak constitutions and can’t handle the cold.

Through the window of the approaching Maybach in the distance, Shen Siying watched Gu Bei standing at the office building entrance, her cheeks and nose flushed red. This Gu Bei looked like an innocent, romantic young girl—just like when they were kids.

Shen Siying fell into a deep thought.

Gu Bei saw the two-tone Maybach and felt a wave of relief: Finally, I don’t have to be an ice sculpture anymore.

Shen Siying usually sat in the rear-right seat, so Gu Bei scurried lightly to the rear-left and pulled the door open.

“Xin Mengyao!”

Shen Siying’s White Moonlight was sitting right in the spot where Gu Bei was supposed to sit.

Xin Mengyao looked at Gu Bei and smiled. “Hello, Sister.”

Sister my foot!

Gu Bei wasn’t jealous; she was simply startled. She had no idea Xin Mengyao was coming. After all, when she left the house, Xin Mengyao was still in her pajamas curled up on the sofa reading a magazine. Had she gone to the company with Shen Siying?

A sense of defeat washed over her. After all, as the “official wife” of three years, she hadn’t even been to Shen Siying’s company yet.

Helplessly, Gu Bei had to scurry over to the passenger seat. In the wind, her hair danced messily, and her almond eyes reflected the beautiful neon lights in the distance. Her red-rimmed eyes and nose made her look like she had just finished crying, looking quite pitiable. For a split second, Shen Siying’s heart skipped a beat.

“Aiyah!” Just as Gu Bei reached the passenger side and before she could pull the door open, she tripped over a broken, protruding speed bump on the side of the road.

Shen Siying’s body flinched almost at the same time. She quickly sat up straight and lowered the window. “Are you useless? Get up already!”

Gu Bei landed hard on the edge of the curb. Her tailbone throbbed with pain, and combined with the piercing night wind, she felt like she was falling apart.

Shen Siying gave her a look of disdain, rolled up the window, and stopped looking at her. Gu Bei struggled to climb up; her hands were so cold they felt like ice, and she couldn’t even feel the ground. A feeling of overwhelming grievance flooded her entire body.

She tremblingly pulled the door open and climbed into the well-heated car. She didn’t notice the pink Chanel bag on the seat and sat right on top of it.

“Sister!” Xin Mengyao’s sharp cry pierced the brief silence of the car.

Gu Bei knew who she was calling and turned her head reluctantly.

“Sister,” Xin Mengyao pointed a slender finger behind Gu Bei. “You’re sitting on my bag.”

Gu Bei finally realized the foreign sensation behind her and handed the bag over.

“Thank you, Sister.”

Even though it was Gu Bei who had sat on her bag, Xin Mengyao said “thank you” after getting it back and smiled so genuinely. For a moment, Gu Bei wondered if Xin Mengyao only had one expression—smiling regardless of the situation. Even when her tone suggested she was unhappy, she was still smiling.

So, Shen Siying likes this type?

Gu Bei didn’t notice Shen Siying’s dark expression.

When they got home, Xin Mengyao naturally accepted the maid’s “entry cleaning” protocol. Gu Bei, who refused to have her nostrils cleaned, looked like the odd one out.

“Leave her be.” Shen Siying’s impatient voice stopped the butler’s movements.

Once Xin Mengyao finished tidying up, she headed toward the kitchen, and Shen Siying followed her like a shadow. A pink light-fleece mask fell out of Xin Mengyao’s pocket, and Shen Siying bent down to pick it up. As Xin Mengyao was running, her foot slipped and she almost fell; Shen Siying reached out with extreme concern to support her, saying gently, “Be careful.”

Like all protagonists, Xin Mengyao had unknowingly developed a great relationship with the chef. The chef brought out a new dish and invited Xin Mengyao to taste it personally. Xin Mengyao looked at Shen Siying as if seeking permission. Shen Siying nodded.

Seeing this scene, Gu Bei felt an inexplicable surge of bitterness in her heart.

Xiao Ba: “Let me explain. Your body belongs to the original host, after all. It’s normal for her to feel jealous; this kind of jealousy often has a physiological component.”

Gu Bei thought to herself: “Save it. I might not be the smartest, but I’m no idiot. Stop your unscientific theories right now.”

Xiao Ba wanted to say more, but Gu Bei didn’t want to hear it and walked straight to her bedroom on the second floor.

A while later, the butler kindly invited her down for dinner, but she declined, claiming her stomach felt uncomfortable.

When Shen Siying and Xin Mengyao prepared for dinner, they finally realized Gu Bei wasn’t on the first floor. Upon hearing the butler’s reply, Shen Siying said coldly, “She’s getting more and more willful. Does she even have a shred of the decorum a mistress of this house should have?”

After dinner, Gu Bei lay on her side on the peacock blue sofa by the window, watching Shen Siying and Xin Mengyao strolling side-by-side in the yard.

Suddenly, she really wanted to eat something sour.

Perhaps it was as Xiao Ba said—some jealousy is physiological. If that was the case, she couldn’t let this tiny bit of jealousy grow wild.

Gu Bei went down to the first floor, opened the fridge, and took out the chef’s marinated passion fruit and lime tea jam. She washed a beautiful glass, filled it with warm water, scooped in a large spoonful of the jam, stirred it well, and gulped down more than half the glass.

When she finished, she didn’t forget to let out a giant burp.

She turned around and happened to meet Shen Siying’s eyes—which were just as dark as they had been in the car.