After Transmigrating into a Scum Alpha, I Was Targeted by the Flirty Boss Omega - Chapter 17

Hearing this, Shen Fu felt an emotion she couldn’t quite name. She hadn’t expected Wen Min to have taken the words she used earlier as a threat so seriously.

Can these details also be an act?

She maintained her outwardly cool demeanor, but her eyes flickered unnaturally. She softly said, “Let’s go.”

Wen Min looked at her in surprise, taking a moment to process the request. She then quickly caught up, following close behind her, and asked, overjoyed, “Shall I drive you?”

Shen Fu stopped short, frowning, thinking Wen Min was backing out. She counter-questioned, “Don’t want to take responsibility anymore?”

“That’s not what I meant! Then I’ll drive.” Wen Min quickly denied it. She licked her lips and muttered quietly, “I thought you didn’t want me to go back with you.” Given Chao Man Yun’s advice, Shen Fu shouldn’t want to stay with me, so this request is unexpected.

Her muttering, gentle yet cautious, like a nervous lover unsure of his girlfriend’s mood, fell clearly into Shen Fu’s ears. By the time Shen Fu realized it, she discovered the corners of her lips had subconsciously curved up. Taking a breath, she suppressed her smile and returned to her indifferent expression.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Shen Fu held up the key, waiting for Wen Min to come and take it. Due to nervousness, Wen Min’s hand unconsciously trembled. Her knuckles accidentally brushed Shen Fu’s hand—a delicate touch that felt like sliding over soft silk. Her ear tips instantly flushed red.

Shen Fu didn’t miss this detail. She took in the sight of her shyness, finding Wen Min even more peculiar. This kind of physiological reaction isn’t something an average person can fake, especially given Wen Min’s rather ordinary acting skills. She’s an Alpha, yet her subtle, embarrassed reactions are more typical of an Omega.

She was very different from the Wen Min she had imagined.

Unlike last time when she sat in the back, this time Shen Fu sat in the passenger seat. The already small car made their distance feel even closer. Wen Min felt the air growing thin, and the temperature seemed to be rising slowly. She subconsciously fanned herself with her hand, but fanning only made her hotter, so she simply rolled down the car window on her side. The pleasant, fresh evening breeze immediately rushed in, gently stirring Wen Min’s hair. She took a deep breath, enjoying the refreshing feeling that helped her relax significantly.

Shen Fu leaned against the backrest and slowly closed her eyes. Her seat had a U-shaped pillow, and she rested against it, looking comfortable enough to fall asleep instantly. Wen Min glanced at the person next to her in the rear-view mirror. Her sleeping face was soft, lessening the terrifying aura she had when awake. She looked delicate after being ill. Even though she hadn’t complained about discomfort from the premature heat, it made one want to actively care for her.

Slowly, her gaze settled on those lightly flushed lips, and her thoughts began to scatter. She wondered if Shen Fu remembered the kiss in the examination room. Based on her experience reading ABO novels, it was highly likely she wouldn’t remember much. I heard people become extremely impulsive during heat cycle disorders, and their actions are hard to control consciously. That must be why she was so enthusiastic before.

The more she suppressed her curiosity, the more the memory chased her. Shen Fu’s seductive, teasing voice felt close to her ear, saying things that made her heart race with a face flushed by pheromones.

Mark me…

Hurry…

Right now…

Less than a minute later, Wen Min couldn’t take it anymore. She blinked hard several times, trying to dispel the tempting memory. Then, she glanced at Shen Fu, who seemed to be asleep, and cautiously whispered:

“Are you… asleep?”

If she’s asleep, I won’t ask. Since the person probably wouldn’t remember, she could just pretend it never happened.

After several seconds, the car remained quiet. Wen Min sighed in relief. Though she should feel relieved, a strange sense of disappointment weighed on her. Forget it. Even if I knew, what difference would it make? There’s nothing to dwell on. She probably wouldn’t think twice about the kiss and might even hate me because of it.

Just as she was about to pull her gaze away, Shen Fu suddenly opened her eyes, locking them firmly onto Wen Min’s. “What is it?” The eye contact was so sudden that Wen Min froze. She slowly turned her head back, staring stiffly ahead. “I, I wanted to ask you a question…”

“Speak,” Shen Fu’s gaze was deep, fixed tightly on the person whose eyes were darting away. Her stare felt weighty, like a mountain pressing down on Wen Min, making it hard to breathe. Wen Min risked a glance at Shen Fu in the rear-view mirror, only to be caught, making her cheeks instantly flush red. She whipped her head back and asked obliquely, “It’s just… was the medicine you took bitter?”

After asking, she instinctively stuck out her tongue, as if regretting her awkward phrasing. No one would ask a question like that to show concern.

“…” Hearing this, Shen Fu changed her sitting posture and closed her eyes again. Wen Min waited, but received no answer. She stole another glance at Shen Fu in the rear-view mirror and pursed her lips. I knew I shouldn’t have asked. Wen Min tried to excuse herself. Since Shen Fu was resting, she whispered as if talking to herself, “It’s nothing. I was just curious. As an Alpha, I haven’t taken it before, so…”

Just then, a phone call interrupted Wen Min’s explanation. She was about to free one hand to answer the call, but a soft hand gripped her wrist, domineeringly placing her hand back on the steering wheel. Shen Fu looked at Wen Min seriously, her beautiful eyes cold, yet still holding the grogginess of sleep. She said gravely, “You can’t use your phone while driving.”

“But…” Wen Min hesitated. What if it’s a work call? If she missed a major opportunity, she would lose sleep for nights.

She thought Shen Fu would continue to stop her, but Shen Fu suddenly gave her a slightly mischievous smile, as if scheming something. She turned her body toward Wen Min. “I can help you.” This movement brought their distance even closer. Wen Min felt her breathing quicken and obediently replied, “Then could I trouble you to…”

Shen Fu slowly curved her lips, interrupting her. “Call me Sister.”

Her voice slightly pitched up at the end, sounding initially like teasing or harassment, conveying a sense of superior command. But listened to closely, it held a subtle tenderness and arrogant boldness in testing boundaries. If the fiercely prideful Scum Alpha were present, she would likely flare up in anger. But Wen Min was different. Instead of feeling offended, she felt an incredible sense of disbelief. Shen Fu wants me to call her Sister?!?

She swallowed, her voice dropping a few notes. “Miss Shen, are you sure…”

Shen Fu unilaterally reached into Wen Min’s pocket and quickly pulled out her phone. She looked at the contact ID (Yu Shu Tao) and deliberately held it up for Wen Min to see. She said flirtatiously, “Not willing? Then I’ll hang up.”

Shen Fu’s sudden closeness made her gasp, compounded by the importance of Yu Shu Tao’s call. In desperation, Wen Min didn’t have time to practice her tone. She rushed out, “Sister!”

After saying it, she was too embarrassed to look in Shen Fu’s direction, making it seem like she was speaking to the air.

Seeing her innocent reaction, the amusement in Shen Fu’s eyes deepened. She knowingly asked, “Mhm?” Wen Min’s nerves instantly tightened. She felt her face burning, more nervous than proposing. She stammered, “Can I trouble Sister to… cough… help me answer the phone?” She paused, actually choking on her own saliva mid-sentence.

This unexpected mishap made Wen Min even more flustered. She dared not look at Shen Fu’s face, fearing she would see a mocking look. To her surprise, Shen Fu quickly swiped the answer button.

Shen Fu held the phone to her ear. Yu Shu Tao’s voice immediately came through: “I’ll pick you up for the airport at midnight tonight. Get ready early.”

As Shen Fu held the phone, her knuckles occasionally brushed Wen Min’s earlobe, which was hot, like she had a fever. Just as Wen Min tried desperately to shift her focus away from that hand, Shen Fu’s other hand reached out and placed itself on Wen Min’s forehead. In a voice both seductive and unaware of its effect, she asked:

“Do you have a fever?”