After Transmigrating as the Abandoned Rich Wife O, I Turned the Scum A's Life into a Crematorium [Transmigration] - Chapter 18

The electric copper gates of the Shen villa had already swung open, and an old black company van carrying a carload of people slowly pulled to a stop just outside.

Standing at the entrance of the living room, Shen Siying looked on with an expression of pure displeasure as several people disembarked.

Magna stepped out first, and Jian Peiyun carefully helped Gu Bei out from behind. The moment Gu Bei tumbled into Magna’s arms, Shen Siying’s eyebrows twitched violently.

Magna supported Gu Bei, while Jian Peiyun followed behind carrying her things. Shen Siying’s face was darker than the night itself, her gaze sharp as a lethal blade.

An Alpha possesses an absolute sense of ownership over their Omega, coupled with legal proprietary rights in the ABO world; they absolutely do not permit others to overstep, especially Alphas that Shen Siying looked down upon.

“So you actually know how to come home? Look at the state you’re in.” Shen Siying didn’t know why, but every word of concern turned into a bone-chilling interrogation the moment it reached her lips.

Despite already knowing Gu Bei’s itinerary for the day, she couldn’t resist adding a barb: “I have no idea what garbage you’re so busy with all day long!”

As she spoke, she reached out to grab Gu Bei. In her daze, Gu Bei felt the tugging and slowly lifted her head, her vision too blurry to see the person in front of her clearly. When she was pulled over, her center of gravity shifted, and she crashed directly into Shen Siying’s embrace.

Shen Siying let out a soft huff; clearly, her collarbone area took a bit of a painful hit.

“I… can… still… drink… ten more cups!” Gu Bei said, her tongue thick and slurred. To anyone else, it sounded terrible.

Shen Siying’s brow remained knit as she shot her a highly displeased look.

Jian Peiyun handed the bag and coat to the maid standing behind Shen Siying. “Can’t you be a little gentler with her?” Seeing Gu Bei’s stumbling state, she felt a twinge of pity. It seemed the rumors that Shen Siying and her wife were on bad terms were true.

Xin Mengyao emerged from the house at the sound, standing on the steps like a spectator, leaning against a two-story-high marble pillar.

Magna noticed her presence. “Since you’re out on a date with your ex-lover, do you really need the current wife to keep you company too?”

Shen Siying couldn’t be bothered to waste words. “See the guests out.”

The butler bowed politely and invited them to leave. Jian Peiyun let out a sneer and turned toward the car, while Magna offered a hollow, hypocritical farewell to Shen Siying. The van sped away, leaving only a trail of dust and one fewer passenger.

Shen Siying held Gu Bei as they went inside. The butler asked several times if she needed help, but she ignored him. It was as if by holding this tightly, Gu Bei would still be hers, and those Alphas around her wouldn’t dare to eye her like predators.

“Mengyao, go ahead and cut the cake yourself.” Shen Siying looked at Xin Mengyao with an apologetic face.

Xin Mengyao was supposed to be the protagonist of this mansion tonight. Xiao Ye had suggested several hotels suitable for a birthday banquet, but Shen Siying had rejected them all, ultimately deciding to invite classmates and friends to the house instead. An invitation from the Haolan President was worth its weight in gold.

Among the guests, some were indeed old acquaintances of Shen and Xin; some came to catch a glimpse of the “ethereal” beauty of the White Moonlight; and some were just there for the spectacle. Not only did everyone on the guest list show up, but they brought along a crowd of people whose names Shen Siying didn’t know and whose faces she didn’t recognize. These people were from angel funds and VC firms, including several high-quality “Gazelle” companies.

However, these were people Shen Siying looked down upon. They were sophisticated egoists using the birthday as an excuse to give expensive gifts to both the White Moonlight and Shen Siying, hoping to squeeze some get-rich-quick secrets out of her.

Most infuriatingly, more than half the guests were asking where the “Mistress of the House” was. Some lacked tact and praised the White Moonlight to the heavens while ignoring Gu Bei; others thought they were clever and praised Gu Bei to the heavens while ignoring the White Moonlight.

Shen Siying, who hadn’t been that angry initially, had waited and waited for a wife who wouldn’t answer her calls or return her texts, while the birthday girl was busy running around, stealing all the thunder. Now that the guests had all dispersed, this “idiot” little Omega finally returned. Shen Siying had a fire burning in her heart with nowhere to vent.

Xin Mengyao was still smiling, but her hands hanging at her sides were clenched tight at this moment. She watched as Shen Siying draped Gu Bei’s arm over her own neck, her other hand gripping Gu Bei’s slender waist. Looking back at the double-layered cake in its transparent box, Xin Mengyao felt like swearing.

She didn’t like sweets, she didn’t like green, and she absolutely loathed the combination of green and white. Thus, the untouched green-and-white cake and the matching souvenirs were like trash to her.

“Ca… ke…” Gu Bei murmured.

Shen Siying practiced selective deafness.

“Who… is… having a birthday?” Gu Bei continued.

Shen Siying also continued walking.

“Fi… ne.” Gu Bei finally shut up.

Drunk as a skunk and still thinking about cake.

Shen Siying tossed Gu Bei onto the bed. When she pulled her hand away, she accidentally tore off Gu Bei’s suppressant patch. Within moments, the sweet milky candy scent began to emanate from Gu Bei. Shen Siying habitually covered her nose and mouth.

Gu Bei rolled over, her hair falling away from her neck to reveal the plump, rounded gland beneath where the patch had been. She wasn’t in heat; it was just the alcohol making her pheromones scatter arrogantly.

Shen Siying wanted to call a maid to wash Gu Bei, but seeing her so soundly asleep, she decided against it. After applying a fresh suppressant patch for her, she dialed Xiao Ye’s number.

“Check Gu Bei’s recent spending records.”

Gu Bei only had one bank card—the one Shen Siying gave her, which was a supplementary card linked to Shen Siying’s primary account.

“So that car… never mind, transfer some money to her card.” Shen Siying sat down beside Gu Bei and brushed her bangs aside.

“President Shen, how much?”

“The same as the last one.”

Gu Bei’s eyebrows knit slightly. Shen Siying thought she was being too loud, so before Xiao Ye could say anything else, she immediately hung up.

Although Xiao Ye disliked the old Gu Bei, she would never question her boss’s actions, let alone disobey an order. She transferred five million from Shen Siying’s private account to Gu Bei.

Shen Siying continued to toy with Gu Bei’s bangs, a smile unconsciously creeping into the corners of her eyes. Gu Bei uncomfortably slapped Shen Siying’s hand away—a genuine “smack” that echoed.

Don’t push your luck, Shen Siying thought.

Whether it was the old Gu Bei or the recently returned Xin Mengyao, they both always wanted her to stay with them, believing that even a tiny amount of her pheromones would make their cells boil with excitement. But this Gu Bei had slapped her hand away twice—no, three times. She clearly rejected Shen Siying’s proximity, her face full of distaste even in sleep.

Shen Siying reached out a fourth time but suddenly felt quite foolish. After pulling the covers over Gu Bei, she tiptoed out of the bedroom.

Going downstairs, Shen Siying saw Xin Mengyao sitting silently on the sofa and remembered that she was the birthday girl. Before Gu Bei returned, Shen Siying had agreed in a fit of pique to cut the cake with her when the clock struck midnight.

Xin Mengyao didn’t actually care for birthday rituals. She just felt that with witnesses, her wishes were more likely to come true.

Shen Siying brainwashed herself: everything she did for Gu Bei was just what a “husband” should do during a marriage; the person she truly cared about was Xin Mengyao. She couldn’t let her down again.

“Mengyao!”

Xin Mengyao looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. Shen Siying’s heart softened again. She sat beside her and wiped the tears away with a tissue. “Don’t cry. You have trachoma; you should try not to let tears fall.”

“I don’t… fine.” Xin Mengyao looked confused for a moment, then took a tissue to wipe her eyes herself.

“You said you had a gift for me?” Xin Mengyao looked at her expectantly.

Shen Siying led her to the second-floor study. She took a blurred photograph out of a children’s storybook on the shelf and handed it to Xin Mengyao solemnly.

“Do you remember this book? Though I occasionally forget things, I haven’t forgotten you sitting with me on the rooftop of my grandmother’s old house, reading every story inside.” Shen Siying was immersed in a beautiful, sweet memory.

Xin Mengyao looked at the blurry photo of two children. Aside from a large height difference, nothing else was discernible. However, when Shen Siying asked if she had an impression of the photo, she still nodded vigorously.

“Then do you remember what you said to me back then?” Shen Siying looked at her tenderly, but it made Xin Mengyao feel like there were needles in her back.

“I… don’t remember,” she replied. She confidently assumed that no matter what she answered, Shen Siying wouldn’t be angry.

But clearly, Shen Siying was not a perfectly rational person; her rationality was built upon this warm, sentimental memory. This memory had sustained her through countless nights of lovesick longing.

“It’s okay. We’ll take it slow. I really want to hear you say those words to me again.” Though Shen Siying spoke tactfully, her face changed in an instant.

Xin Mengyao was baffled. What on earth could have been said to make Shen Siying remember it so vividly?

Shen Siying produced a small burgundy velvet box, the size of a ring box. For a moment, Xin Mengyao thought it was a ring. But when the box opened, she was disappointed; it was a key.

The key was exquisite, inlaid with a spherical crystal. Inside the crystal was a locust flower that still looked fresh. Xin Mengyao didn’t understand.

Shen Siying closed the lid and placed the box in Xin Mengyao’s hand. “I built a private park on Locust Mountain. It’s filled with locust trees. This key opens the gates to that park.”

It sounded romantic, but Xin Mengyao had no memory of a story involving locust trees. She could only pretend to accept it joyfully.

“Mengyao, happy birthday!”

That night, Shen Siying slept fitfully. She was tortured by that memory—the one Xin Mengyao had forgotten, or perhaps the one that never even existed in Xin Mengyao’s mind:

“I definitely want to differentiate into an Omega.”

“Why?”

“You’re so good, you’ll definitely be an Alpha. I have to be an Omega so I can marry you and have your babies.”