After Transmigrating Into A Scum Alpha, I Fell In Love With Her Wife - Chapter 9

Her fingertips lightly touched the pattern on the metal USB drive, and Shen Li lowered her head.

It was a small line of words engraved by laser.

“Li, the world is ahead of you, and we are behind you.”

In her previous life, her rise to fame had been fairly smooth.

After her first movie aired, she gained a large batch of fans, and from then on, every event she attended had been packed.

Most of her time had been spent studying, filming, refining her acting skills, and rushing to announcements. Her social media accounts were managed by the company, so she rarely had opportunities to come into close contact with fans.

The more fans she had, the more love she received, the harder Shen Li worked, and the more she wanted to produce good works and win awards.

She believed that only then would she be worthy of everyone’s love.

She believed that as long as her career was outstanding, being loved was only natural.

She believed that being her fan was not something particularly difficult.

—Until this moment, when the line of words beneath her fingertips was like a tiny current of electricity, flowing into her heart.

The celebrity van drove through a tunnel, and the light and shadow dimmed, then brightened again.

Shen Li carefully put the USB drive back into her bag.

“Aside from the variety show promotion and advertisements for the last drama, there aren’t any other jobs lined up for now, right?”

“No. These two… you’re not changing them, are you?”

Xia Ran looked at Shen Li nervously, afraid that she would give up completely.

“No changes. Proceed as usual. On the day we shoot the ad, make sure it ends before six in the afternoon.”

Xia Ran nodded and quickly recorded it in her phone.

As far as Shen Li currently knew, she had opened a personal studio. The investors were her and Sheng Xing, while the CEO position was held by a professional senior partner.

Under this kind of organizational structure, a manager’s voice was entirely different from that in a big company holding many artists.

In other words, Xia Ran was merely an employee who served Shen Li completely.

After some time, once Shen Li divorced and the studio dissolved, how to properly settle and compensate Xia Ran was a question worth thinking about.

After Shen Li returned to the hotel and checked in, she called for a door-to-door laundry service and casually sent Sheng Xing a message.

She asked whether she should directly mail the clothes back home after they were cleaned.

No reply.

About four hours later, after Shen Li had finished a salad and gone to the gym for an hour, Sheng Xing finally replied with one sentence:

[I’m not staying at home.]

[Where are you staying?]

The messages were sent one after another, only to sink like stones into the sea.

Shen Li did another set of stretching exercises, but there was still no sign of a reply from the other side.

Shen Li scrolled upward through the chat records between “herself” and Sheng Xing. In the past, it had basically always been Sheng Xing asking about her movements while Shen Li ignored her in cycles.

Now it had completely turned around.

After transmigrating into a book, I became the scum Alpha’s bootlicker for her.

Shen Li had the god’s-eye view, so of course she knew how good and how innocent Sheng Xing was in this relationship.

The pheromones she had used to soothe Sheng Xing today had not been entirely out of A-humanitarianism.

The way Sheng Xing frowned and blushed, her porcelain-white face, her deliberately fierce and cold tone with that head of black hair falling down.

For one moment, Shen Li had wanted to forget the identity of this girl openly leaning in her arms. She had wanted to call her name seriously, just once.

In her previous life, that would have been an existence that made others feel honored and pleasantly surprised.

Unfortunately, she was Shen Li.

A villa in the center of City A.

A woman carrying a plate of neatly cut fruit and a glass of milk knocked on the door.

“Xingxing, take a break?”

Sheng Xing immediately raised her head, closed her laptop, and got up.

“No need to trouble yourself, I can do it myself, sister-in-law… Sister Xian.”

Sheng Xing forgot to change her address, and her expression turned a little awkward.

“Sorry.”

Zhao Xian smiled gently.

“It’s fine. Just call me whatever comes naturally. After all, you called me that for three years. I can’t deny that identity either.”

Sheng Xing helped take the plate from her, and the two of them went to the living room sofa on the first floor together.

Zhao Xian’s villa had a similar layout to Sheng Xing’s home, but the decor was much warmer.

Light-colored furniture and decorations, paired with green plants and fresh flowers. Large plush dolls of different shapes were piled on the carpet, making Sheng Xing feel for a moment that she had nowhere to step.

Sheng Xing used a fork to eat two pieces of snow pear, then looked at the milk beside her.

“Sister Xian, is there… any wine at home?”

Zhao Xian looked at Sheng Xing and frowned, but still got up and poured her a glass of red wine.

“Only drink a little, okay?”

Sheng Xing accepted it and smiled at her in thanks.

“I contacted someone about that outfit of yours. It’s a global limited-edition haute couture piece, and the craftsman is fixed. If you really want to replicate it, it’s not impossible, but the cycle will be very long.”

Sheng Xing shook her head.

“It’s fine. Just throw it away.”

Zhao Xian sighed.

“You, ah. Obsessive-compulsive and perfectionist. When will you change that? Even when I cut pears, I have to use a mold to match their sizes.”

Sheng Xing pressed her lips together in embarrassment.

She admitted that she was somewhat perfectionistic, but only toward herself and her work. She had never intentionally demanded it from anyone else.

But even so, Shen Li could still discover it. When she came to bother Zhao Xian, Zhao Xian still arranged her home as much as possible according to Sheng Xing’s preferences.

Including that row of rabbit plushies lined up by size.

Accommodation.

Perhaps Shen Li had always felt pressured by this kind of life too…

Her thoughts unconsciously drifted to the wife she was about to divorce. Sheng Xing shook her head and took another sip of red wine.

As if Zhao Xian saw through her thoughts, she sighed softly.

“Ah Xing, is there really no room to salvage it?”

Sheng Xing shook her head very decisively and raised her hand to pour herself another glass.

With her cautious personality, she never made decisions lightly. Every time she brought up divorce, she had been prepared to accept the result.

Fortunately, this time, Shen Li accepted it readily.

Even though something like a temporary mark happened afterward, she truly did not use the opportunity to take her words back.

Marriage was not the ending. Life could not be settled for halfheartedly.

Sheng Xing had understood this truth a little earlier than Zhao Xian.

Zhao Xian was five years older than her and was the ex-wife of her full-blooded elder brother.

Sheng Xing hated her elder brother to the extreme. Back then, he had cheated while Zhao Xian was pregnant. The mistress had come to their door to provoke her, and in Zhao Xian’s fury, she had slipped and miscarried.

That scumbag had not felt the slightest remorse.

Zhao Xian was an Omega with a rather poor constitution. After the miscarriage, her body was left with lingering damage, and it became difficult for her to bear children again.

In the end, even the divorce compensation she deserved had been fought for by Sheng Xing.

Zhao Xian had graduated from a prestigious school and was very capable at work, but after suffering such a huge blow, her entire spirit collapsed. She stayed at home all day, drinking her life away.

In the past, Sheng Xing had hated even those connected to what she hated. After the divorce, however, she instead grew familiar with Zhao Xian out of sympathy.

She personally went to persuade Zhao Xian to recover and let her start from some simple positions in her own company.

Sheng Xing had no real friends. When something happened, the first person she thought of was actually Zhao Xian, whom she would have to trouble.

“The Sheng family has two children, and both divorced before thirty. I’ve made you laugh.”

“He is him. You are you. You’re different from him.”

Zhao Xian’s tone was firm, gentle like an older sister.

As the slight drunkenness washed over her, Sheng Xing’s head lowered a little.

“There’s still one thing I don’t understand. Why did she used to resist contact with you so much, but after agreeing to divorce, she temporarily marked you instead?”

ABO pheromones were the most primal and loyal thing. No matter how sweet the words, pheromones could not lie.

“Maybe…”

“Maybe…”

Sheng Xing’s delicate brows furrowed as she thought over the answer.

The chaos of that night and today’s soothing tangled together in her mind, leaving Sheng Xing’s heart somewhat unsettled.

“I don’t know either.”

“When we met this time, it was like she had become a completely different person.”

“A completely different person?” Zhao Xian did not understand.

“Mm…”

Shen Li understood her. She would not write on her nightdress.

Shen Li feared her. She would not verbally or even physically offend and tease her.

Shen Li rejected her. She would not release pheromones of such high concentration for her again and again, gently soothing her while saying, “Be good. It won’t hurt.”

And that night, when Sheng Xing had been desperately craving her and her pheromones had been about to lose control, Shen Li had kissed her on the lips without letting her refuse.

Sheng Xing vaguely remembered that after the kiss, Shen Li had even murmured beside her ear:

“Ah Xing, does it feel the same as before?”

It felt very strange.

Very strange.

It was almost like…

There was someone, like an incredibly skilled actress, playing the role of her unfaithful wife.

Playing it so well that Sheng Xing could actually sink into her tenderness for that fleeting instant…

“Sister Xian, in this world, can someone keep living inside a performance?”

Sheng Xing abruptly raised her head and met Zhao Xian’s gaze.

Zhao Xian was caught off guard by her look. A clear trace of panic flashed through her eyes, but she quickly calmed down and reached out to take the wineglass from Sheng Xing’s hand.

“Ah Xing, are you drunk?”

Mm. Perhaps she really was drunk.

Drunk enough that even with so much hard evidence laid out before her, she actually tried to find a few excuses for Shen Li.

“Sister Xian… after a temporary mark, aside from the physical effects, will there be psychological effects on an Omega?”

“Of course.”

“Sex and love are already inseparable to begin with, and marking is even more so.”

“In the two weeks after a temporary mark, an Omega will develop a strong dependence on and feeling of attachment toward their Alpha. That feeling…”

“For an Alpha and Omega who love each other, it’s actually hard to distinguish whether it comes from love or the mark.”

“What about toward someone they don’t love?” Sheng Xing followed up.

“…”

Zhao Xian looked at this girl whose eyes should have been clear, yet at this moment seemed covered in a layer of dusty mist for some unknown reason.

“Ah Xing, Shen Li… she isn’t the same as your brother. She’s a celebrity, and rumors in the entertainment industry are mixed with truth and lies. She may not truly have made a huge mistake. Whether Alpha or Omega, with a pheromone match rate of 98%, you may never encounter another one in your lifetime.”

“Ask your own heart. Do you really not love her anymore?”

Even if it were a 100% match rate, what meaning would it have if she was unwilling to release pheromones for her…

In her mind, the image of Shen Li marking her, kissing her, and soothing her leapt out again. Sheng Xing frowned tightly and shook her head.

“I don’t love her anymore.”

“Did I ever love her?” Her voice carried a hint of self-mockery.

She was not sure.

It had been a hero saving the beauty at just the right time. It had been a 98% pheromone match rate. It had been Shen Li’s “I’m willing” without the slightest hesitation.

Was that love?

“Sister Xian, I really do seem a little drunk.”

Sheng Xing smiled, both eyes curving bright and clear.

Her alcohol tolerance was very poor.

She carefully looked at Zhao Xian’s expression. Although she hated her brother, Sheng Xing had to admit that she looked a lot like him.

Sometimes she was afraid that when Zhao Xian looked at her face, she would be afraid. That she would feel disgusted.

Fortunately, it seemed Zhao Xian did not blame her for his sins.

“If you’re drunk, then rest early. I’ll help you back.”

Zhao Xian also smiled and stood up. She wore a white cotton-linen nightdress that reached her ankles, and she walked over to gently support Sheng Xing.

The orange blossom fragrance of an Omega of the same kind made Sheng Xing feel very at ease.

Unlike that crisp, irritating mint scent.

Mint scent…

As Sheng Xing walked with her, she sniffed.

Mint?

She stopped in front of a row of green plants on the balcony.

A lush mint plant that had grown especially tall entered her sight.

Sheng Xing stared at it, and her gaze gradually changed—it was the kind of focus, scrutiny, and analysis she only had when reading quarterly financial reports.

She let go of Zhao Xian’s arm, walked alone to the pot of mint, and reached out—

“Ah Xing…”

Zhao Xian was genuinely worried for her little green plant and wanted to persuade Sheng Xing to be merciful, but in the end, she said nothing.

If she wanted to smash it, then let her smash it.

She probably hated this scent very much right now.

“Ah Xing, look at the red marks on me. You bit them.”

Sheng Xing suddenly trembled.

She heard the mint leaves talking.

“Wife, you really like my scent, don’t you~”

It really was the mint leaves talking.

This mint plant was actually speaking to her in Shen Li’s tone.

Sheng Xing widened her eyes, her pupils trembling slightly.

A mint spirit.

She maintained a blank expression and, under Zhao Xian’s worried gaze, lifted the flowerpot—

then put it down again.

She leaned close to the leaves and, like a little cat, deeply inhaled.

Immediately after, Sheng Xing reached out, pinched two leaves on one stem that had originally grown at uneven heights, and with a slight force of her fingers, forcibly arranged them into left-right symmetry.

“Stand—at attention.”