After Transmigrating as the Abandoned Rich Wife O, I Turned the Scum A's Life into a Crematorium [Transmigration] - Chapter 12

Gu Bei clutched her glass, standing frozen by the kitchen island, staring blankly at Shen Siying.

Half of Shen Siying’s hair draped loosely over her chest, while the other half was tucked behind her ear, falling down her back. Her eyes were stern, and her tone was anything but gentle: “Whose scent is that on you?”

A top-tier Alpha’s sense of smell is keen, and they are highly repelled by the scent of other Alphas. She had detected a foreign pheromone on Gu Bei.

“You are mine—” Before Shen Siying could finish, Xin Mengyao walked into the kitchen with a beaming smile, sidling up to Gu Bei like a little kitten.

“Sister, you don’t look well. You should rest early,” she said.

Shen Siying cleared her throat: “Gu Bei, watch your words and actions.”

Gu Bei remembered being hugged by Magna earlier and spending the whole afternoon in a room with her. Helplessly, she gulped down the rest of the liquid in her glass.

“Sister, what are you drinking? It smells so sour. Is there more? I want some too.” Xin Mengyao looked at Gu Bei, then at the glass in her hand.

“It’s very sour; you’d better not drink it.” But unable to withstand Xin Mengyao’s innocent gaze, Gu Bei opened the fridge and scooped out a spoonful of tea jam for her.

Xin Mengyao took a glass from the cabinet and handed it to her. Before Gu Bei’s fingertips could even touch the glass, Xin Mengyao let go.

The glass went into a free fall, hitting the floor with a piercing shatter. Fine shards of glass flew everywhere. Xin Mengyao let out a scream and immediately knelt down to pick up the pieces.

Gu Bei, holding the kettle in one hand and the spoon full of jam in the other, hadn’t reacted before Shen Siying—who had walked out but turned back because of the noise—shouted at her.

“What happened?” she demanded.

Gu Bei looked at Shen Siying, but before she could speak, Xin Mengyao said timidly: “It’s not Sister’s fault. It’s all my fault; my hand slipped.”

Shen Siying leaned down and saw Xin Mengyao picking up fragments of all sizes. Some shards were too sharp and had already sliced her fingers; blood dripped onto the glass.

Shen Siying ignored everything else, helped Xin Mengyao up, and spoke to Gu Bei in a commanding tone: “What are you standing there for? Go get a disinfectant wipe!”

Gu Bei set her things down and brought a box of wipes.

“Where’s the antiseptic spray?” Shen Siying’s gaze was glued to the wound on Xin Mengyao’s fingertip.

Gu Bei brought over the entire first-aid kit.

Shen Siying was speechless. “I took the iodine cotton balls out earlier. Go find them, and be quick about it!”

Gu Bei, fuming with suppressed rage, rushed out of the kitchen and ran straight into the butler.

“Madam, I am sorry.” The butler was holding the iodine cotton balls.

Then, Gu Bei watched as a crowd of people, drawn by the commotion, surrounded Xin Mengyao—applying antiseptic, sticking on bandages, while Shen Siying occasionally whispered: “Endure it a little, it’ll stop hurting soon.”

Gu Bei stood in a daze for a while until Xiao Ba woke her up.

Xiao Ba: “The White Moonlight barely grazed her finger, and they’re acting all touchy-feely right in front of you, the official wife? When have you ever received such generous treatment from Shen Siying?”

Gu Bei had eyes and could see; she had ears and could hear; she had a brain that could process. She couldn’t be bothered to watch anymore and turned to leave.

Just as she reached the living room, her wrist was seized. The grip was quite strong, causing Gu Bei’s slender wrist to throb.

“Hiss—it hurts like hell!” She turned to see Shen Siying’s eyes, which were filled with fury.

“Did you do it on purpose?” she asked.

“Purpose? What purpose?” Gu Bei retorted.

“You’ve always been jealous of Mengyao’s talent. She has a piano competition tomorrow. Do you have any idea how much she’s sacrificed for this opportunity?” Shen Siying grew more agitated as she spoke. “Don’t think I don’t know your wicked tricks. Let me tell you, even if she loses the competition, you’ll never compare to her!”

“I really can’t compare to her, and I never planned to try,” Gu Bei murmured. She wasn’t sure if she had said it or if it was Xiao Ba.

“Siying, don’t be like this,” Xin Mengyao said as she was helped out by two maids, desperately trying to stop Shen Siying from scolding Gu Bei. “I understand how you feel, but don’t do this. The more you act like this, the more embarrassed I feel.”

Shen Siying continued to glare at Gu Bei angrily.

“Siying, it was my own greed. I asked Sister to pour me a drink.” Xin Mengyao wasn’t lying, and every word seemed like a sincere defense of Gu Bei, but to Gu Bei’s ears, it sounded grating and utterly uncomfortable.

Shen Siying finally looked away. She looked at Xin Mengyao’s bandaged finger and soothed her: “Don’t worry about tomorrow’s competition. Just perform normally. If there are any problems, I’ll take responsibility.”

Gu Bei: “…”

She felt like she had accidentally transmigrated into a melodramatic soap opera.

She didn’t remember how she got back to her room or how she took a cold shower. She only felt a sense of grievance. She didn’t know Xin Mengyao had a competition… she didn’t even know Xin Mengyao played the piano.

“Scum Alpha!” Gu Bei suddenly sat up in bed, her head heavy and dizzy.

Checking the clock on the wall, it was already well past midnight. Gu Bei was more convinced than ever that she didn’t want to win back this “scum gong.” She needed to pull herself together and focus on her career.

However, the aching weakness in her body broke her resolve in a second. She collapsed back onto the soft bed, her vision blurring and her thoughts turning hazy.

The next morning, in the sun-drenched dining room.

Shen Siying and Xin Mengyao sat side-by-side. Even after the maids had served breakfast, there was no movement from upstairs.

“Where is Gu Bei?” Shen Siying asked.

The butler and maids looked at each other, unsure of how to answer.

“When is she going to fix her habit of oversleeping?” Shen Siying set down her chopsticks. “Have the Shen family rules been thrown to the dogs?”

The rule Shen Siying referred to was that an Omega must accompany their Alpha for all three meals. Even she couldn’t remember when the dining room started feeling so desolate without Gu Bei. No matter how many people surrounded her—sincerely or otherwise—she only felt a hollow loneliness.

After getting permission, the butler hurried to the second-floor bedroom. He saw Gu Bei looking very cold, wrapped entirely in her duvet like a giant caterpillar. He called her name several times, but she didn’t respond; there wasn’t even the slightest movement of her body.

Panicked, the butler reached out and pulled the duvet back. Gu Bei’s face was flushed, her bangs were a mess, and her brows were tightly knit as if she were trapped in a terrifying nightmare. Her bitten lower lip was pale and cracked, with faint traces of blood.

“Madam!” The butler’s shout was loud enough to startle the distracted Shen Siying downstairs.

A maid, with Shen Siying’s permission, also prepared to rush upstairs. Before she even reached the steps, the butler rushed out and shouted: “President Shen, the Madam seems to have fainted! I just checked her temperature—it’s 39°C (102.2°F)!”

Gu Bei really has a fever?

Shen Siying felt a chill in her heart. She didn’t hear whatever Xin Mengyao said beside her and ran straight to the second floor.

Seeing the fragile Gu Bei, Shen Siying’s heart tightened. She picked Gu Bei up and rushed downstairs: “To the hospital!”

All the way there, Shen Siying held Gu Bei, the small Omega curled up in her Alpha’s arms. Though her head was burning hot, her body was icy, and the little Omega shivered incessantly. A faint milky candy scent began to seep from the gland on her neck.

Gu Bei wasn’t in heat. She was truly ill.

Besides heat cycles, Omegas also experience high fevers when sick. During heat, the pheromones are rich and seductive; when sick, they are faint, conveying only weakness and helplessness.

“Gu Bei,” Shen Siying muttered, “What is wrong with you?”

Realizing her tone was off, Shen Siying immediately softened her voice: “Bei Bei, be good, okay?”

If Shen Siying’s previous attitude toward Gu Bei was due to family pressure, her current shift was due to pure fear. Gu Bei was a manipulative “wicked beauty,” yes, but she had never been willing to hurt herself to achieve her goals; she usually only hurt others.

By the time Gu Bei woke up to the pungent smell of disinfectant, it was already past 3 PM—less than two hours before Xin Mengyao’s piano competition.

Sitting by her bed was the butler. Gu Bei let out a sigh; she had actually hoped the first person she saw would be Shen Siying. I’ve truly gone mad, she thought.

Just as she assumed Shen Siying was already on her way to the competition, the woman appeared at the door with the doctor. A second later, they pushed the door open. Gu Bei thought she was hallucinating—perhaps Shen Siying did care about her wife.

However, a cold voice rang out.

“This is your attending physician. If you need anything, contact him or the butler. Mengyao’s competition is about to start; I must go.”

Gu Bei listened to every word. Her heart felt like a roller coaster, plummeting back to the starting point after reaching the peak.