After Transmigrating as the Abandoned Rich Wife O, I Turned the Scum A's Life into a Crematorium [Transmigration] - Chapter 3

Gu Bei sat in Shen Siying’s car, leaning against the window glass watching the city lights flicker by, the bright, clear moon hanging high in the sky.

She was just about to compose a poem in her head when Shen Siying executed a sudden, unexpected drift around a corner. It made Gu Bei want to throw up; any poetic mood she had was immediately tossed to the dogs.

Clutching her mouth, she turned her head. Her almond eyes were wide and round, glaring fiercely at Shen Siying—only to see the other woman’s face reflecting a hint of a smile in her light brown pupils.

When did Shen Siying start smiling? Why is she smiling? And when does she plan to stop this eerie grin?

Gu Bei’s mouth full of colorful curses was forced right back down her throat.

It was quite a distance from the office building back to the Shen villa. Since Shen Siying wasn’t talking and Gu Bei had nothing to distract her, she actually started getting car sick.

“President Shen, don’t you listen to music while driving?” As she spoke, she reached out to fumble with a cluster of unfamiliar buttons labeled in English.

“I don’t.”

Great. Weird people always do weird things. At least in Gu Bei’s stereotypical view before transmigrating, people who drove without music were freaks.

“Listen to it if you want,” Shen Siying added flatly.

Gu Bei finally figured it out and played a song called Dear You. Perhaps she pressed the wrong button, because the song ended up on a single-track loop for the rest of the drive.

The car stopped in the villa’s parking lot. Gu Bei was sleeping so soundly that Shen Siying didn’t even turn off the music.

Gu Bei only vaguely remembered a gentle voice whispering in her ear, “Next time, remember to put on your suppressant patch.” Then, the owner of that voice easily lifted her from the passenger seat, carrying her princess-style back into the warm house and onto a soft bed.

Lying on the bed, Gu Bei blinked her eyes open slightly and closed them again, as if trying to confirm who was beside her. Her small hand suddenly began pawing restlessly in the air until, without warning, she touched the back of Shen Siying’s hand.

The touch of those fingertips filtered through the Alpha’s sharp nerves like an electric shock. Shen Siying yanked her hand back, her scalp tingling. She let out a heavy cough, startling Gu Bei who was hovering on the edge of a dream. Gu Bei sat up alertly, looking at Shen Siying dazed. Before the other woman could speak, she cried out first.

“Mommy! What happened?!”

Shen Siying replied with a hint of disdain and contempt: “Your sleeping posture is hideous.”

Gu Bei was beautiful, with a thin and petite body, but her sleeping positions were indeed bizarre—she just did whatever was comfortable, which was often quite ugly.

But how could she let someone call her ugly? Even if not many people called her beautiful before she transmigrated, she loved herself.

“How is it hideous?” She didn’t sound like she was asking Shen Siying; with furrowed brows and a pouting lip, her face was full of grievance, her voice carrying a trace of a coquettish whine.

Shen Siying had never intended to change Gu Bei’s personality, but after a few days of not seeing her, this little girl really felt different. Every gesture and movement exuded the vibe of a “girl next door,” making Shen Siying unable to stop herself from looking a few more times and saying a few more words just to capture all these little details that were completely different from before.

Shen Siying tossed her hair, revealing her slender neck and charming collarbones. Gu Bei, who was about to lose her temper, found herself momentarily mesmerized. After all, this was an ABO world, and there was a natural, primal attraction between A and O.

Suddenly, a ding-dong sound came from the phone on the nightstand.

Gu Bei quickly sucked back the drool that was about to leak from the corner of her mouth. She practically crawled over, one hand braced on the sheets and the other reaching for the phone. She knelt obediently with her knees together, her rounded rear arched up pridefully.

Shen Siying was already struggling with Gu Bei’s pheromones, and now this girl was using such a provocative posture. Shen Siying swallowed hard, whispering a curse: “Fuck.”

To avoid losing her composure, Shen Siying also turned to look at the phone. To her surprise, the sender’s name was familiar—a female Alpha named Jian Peiyun.

Just as Gu Bei’s fingertips were about to touch the edge of the phone, Shen Siying reached out and snatched it away.

“Hey?” Gu Bei was stunned. Her hand grabbed thin air, and she looked at the frowning Shen Siying with total confusion.

Wait, this part wasn’t in the book?!

“Who is this?” Shen Siying turned the phone toward Gu Bei. Gu Bei stared at the name “Jian Peiyun,” guiltily poking the corner of her mouth with her chubby finger.

“Ah… a cute Omega,” she lied.

Gu Bei knew that even if Shen Siying didn’t like her, she couldn’t openly see other Alphas, even if it was just for work. Omegas were the backbone of reproduction in the ABO world and almost never worked; the idea that “an Omega’s virtue lies in their lack of talent” had become a common perception.

“Please draft your lies better in the future.” Shen Siying suddenly snapped back to reality. Gu Bei was Gu Bei after all; how could she have changed? She had been too naive.

“I… I’m not lying!” Gu Bei finished weakly and immediately reached out to grab the phone. Shen Siying wasn’t a pushover; an Alpha’s pinky finger was stronger than an Omega’s full-on assault.

As Gu Bei desperately pulled the phone toward her chest, her half-open white shirt slid down her rounded shoulders, stopping at her upper arms and revealing fair, delicate skin flushed with pink, along with her impressive cleavage.

Shen Siying had never touched Gu Bei. Not just because they had no feelings, but because if it hadn’t been for Gu Bei, her “White Moonlight” wouldn’t have fled to Norway and cut off all contact.

For a moment, Shen Siying didn’t know where to look. In her momentary distraction, Gu Bei found an opening and yanked hard. Shen Siying lost her balance and fell forward.

She landed directly on top of the “idiot” Gu Bei, who was blinking her eyes, momentarily celebrating getting the phone back.

Gu Bei was lying on her side. Shen Siying’s chin rested against the skin of Gu Bei’s chest, greedily rubbing against her slightly protruding collarbone. Looking up, she could see the girl’s snowy-white neck and the petal-shaped gland on the back.

She was going crazy.

That was the part of the body that made all Alphas lose their minds and abandon all pretense of decorum. The petal-shaped gland, emitting a milky candy scent, was like a poison, hooking Shen Siying’s last thread of sanity.

Her dark pupils constricted, a golden hue slowly spreading outward from the center, shimmering with a cold, predatory light. She looked exactly like a man-eating beast, ready to tear her prey apart at any second.

The “prey,” meanwhile, was still smugly unlocking her phone screen and nonchalantly clicking the first message.

She had only read the words “Are you there?” when the phone was knocked away onto the pillow. Both of Gu Bei’s hands were seized by Shen Siying and pinned high above her head.

Shen Siying’s eyes had turned pure gold; the black pupils were gone.

Gu Bei was terrified. This woman can transform?! She hadn’t reached the part of the book about Alpha “rut” or “susceptibility” periods yet!

Before she could struggle, a wave of warmth hit her lips. Shen Siying forcefully pressed her mouth against Gu Bei’s.

The kiss was long—long enough for Gu Bei to forget time and her struggle. But the kiss was also short—short enough that when Shen Siying pulled away, she felt a trace of reluctance.

Shen Siying lowered her gaze to look into Gu Bei’s light brown eyes. As their eyes met, Gu Bei’s face turned scarlet instantly. This inexplicable, ambiguous feeling was like a prairie fire, burning all the way to her ears, her neck, and her entire body.

Her heart rate kept accelerating, seemingly about to break through its limit. At that moment, a strange voice rang in Gu Bei’s head:

“Hello! I am your Transmigration Sprite NO. 8. Please call me Xiao Ba. Due to your heart rate being too high, your pheromone compatibility is about to be recalculated. From now on, I, the cute Xiao Ba, will lead you into a brand new plotline!!”

Gu Bei was completely bewildered. What just happened? What is a ‘cute Xiao Ba’? Is this a popular meme in this world? Did I crack my brain when I fell off the stage? No way, is it that tragic?!

“Please do not ask three questions in a row,” the strange voice spoke again.

The voice sounds a lot like SpongeBob, Gu Bei thought.

“Um, who are you? How do you know what I’m thinking?” Gu Bei’s nerves held a dialogue with the thing calling itself Xiao Ba.

“Since you transmigrated into this book, I have been bound to you. I know everything you think.” The tone was somewhat polite.

“Okay… then,” Gu Bei said, exasperated. “Also, um, I didn’t ask three questions. It was four. Four. Questions… there were four. Thank you.”

The Transmigration Sprite’s face darkened (mentally). It barely resisted the urge to curse.

The person who sent the message, having received no reply for a while, called.

The phone had been knocked to a spot that was nearby but out of reach—especially since Gu Bei’s hands were currently pinned by Shen Siying. Gu Bei wasn’t in the habit of using silent mode; the loud ringing was like scissors cutting through silk curtains, the sharp edges drawing blood on Shen Siying’s heart.

An Alpha’s rut makes them extremely irritable. Shen Siying looked up impatiently, her golden eyes glaring at Gu Bei.

Turn it off.

Gu Bei didn’t understand. With a quick movement, she managed to snag the phone. “Hello, who is this?”

“Gu Bei, it’s me.”

It was Jian Peiyun, the lead singer of a somewhat famous rock band. Gu Bei didn’t know her at first; she had just offhandedly praised her in a livestream. Jian Peiyun was playing guitar and singing songs written by fans. While all the “fan babies” were praising her voice, Gu Bei entered the room and commented: “Nice tattoos.”

If Jian Peiyun was “somewhat famous,” Gu Bei’s name was like thunder to the ears—she was President Shen’s “hidden beauty,” the extravagant rich wife, and the scheming “wicked” beautiful Omega.

Jian Peiyun wasn’t sure if this Gu Bei was that Gu Bei at first, but after checking, it really was. She got Gu Bei’s number from somewhere and they had chatted via text a few times. Hearing she wanted to form a girl group, Jian Peiyun suddenly got interested.

“Tonight, I’m performing at the PT Bar. Want to come watch?” Jian Peiyun’s voice was very pleasant—the kind of voice that made her skill apparent immediately. “It’ll definitely look better than the tattoos,” she added.

Gu Bei’s phone volume was quite loud, and the room was silent. For a top-tier Alpha like Shen Siying, Jian Peiyun’s words were crystal clear.

“What time?” Gu Bei didn’t notice Shen Siying’s sharp, predatory gaze. “Also, is the place easy to find?”

“11 PM. Come to South Street; I’ll come to the street corner to meet you. There are plenty of cool and fierce female Alphas here—don’t miss out,” Jian Peiyun replied.

Gu Bei had mentioned to her before that the girls in her group needed various styles—”cool and fierce” was one of them.

Shen Siying’s face turned completely dark. In the next second, a voice that brooked no argument rang out:

“You are not allowed to go.”