After Transmigrating into a Scum Alpha, I Was Targeted by the Flirty Boss Omega - Chapter 3

The moment that terrifying figure entered her sight, Wen Min swiftly closed her eyes again, pretending she hadn’t woken up.

Why is she sleeping next to me… Did I mark her just now?!

Wuwuwu, I’m really done for now. I swore I would uphold Alpha Morality, but I became this much of a wolf just by being tempted to move a small pheromone patch.

It seems my fate includes a tragic ending; there’s no way to escape it…

Thinking this, Wen Min imagined a large hand with a sharp knife reaching for her scent gland. The following scene was too bloody, and her eyeballs frantically darted back and forth in fear.

Wen Min decided to just keep playing dead. If she really fell asleep, dying in slumber would ease the pain considerably.

But her wishful thinking didn’t come true. Shen Fu’s red lips parted, and her captivating voice sounded slightly lazy, with a hint of playful teasing.

“How much longer are you going to pretend?”

Wen Min’s heart skipped a beat. She kept her eyes tightly shut, determined to stick to her pretense. “…”

“I hate hypocrites,” Shen Fu’s tone was slightly impatient, even carrying a hint of threat. She smiled and said, “Do you know what happened to the people who tried to deceive me?”

They live a life worse than death! Wen Min quickly supplied the answer in her mind.

Wen Min dared not pretend anymore. She acted like she had just woken up, gently rubbing her sleepy eyes, taking a moment to fully open them. As her wrist neared her nose, she could still catch a faint lingering scent of strawberry.

As expected of a top-tier Omega, even their less than ten seconds of hand contact resulted in a scent that lasted longer than any expensive perfume.

Wen Min slowly sat up, then got out of bed and stood up, actively creating distance from Shen Fu. She looked at an empty spot in the air and said in a hoarse voice, “Boss Shen…”

Shen Fu rested her elbow on the bed, watching Wen Min with interest, stating bluntly, “What are you pretending about?”

She had met many people who tucked their tails between their legs to gain favors from her, but Wen Min was clearly not one of them. She was privately an unrestrained and flirtatious person. Shen Fu struggled to understand Wen Min’s previous fake uprightness, let alone why she was still acting so self-righteous now that they were alone.

Wen Min pursed her lips, her palms already sweating, but she maintained a calm exterior. “Pretending… what?”

It was a good thing she was an experienced actress; otherwise, she would have lost her composure by now.

Shen Fu’s eyes were full of amusement. She stared at Wen Min’s shocked face, then lifted her chin and beckoned with her hand. “Come here.”

“…” Wen Min nervously walked to the bedside. Although she was the one standing, her presence felt much weaker than the lying Shen Fu.

Shen Fu’s authority was implicit, as if she were the Alpha naturally meant to be dominant. “Look at me.”

From beginning to end, Shen Fu hadn’t touched Wen Min, but Wen Min felt an undeniable sense of oppression that made her instinctively obey.

Looking down at Shen Fu, she unintentionally glanced at a place she shouldn’t have. Her throat suddenly felt dry, and she unconsciously licked her lips.

Shen Fu didn’t notice Wen Min’s brief distraction, nor did she know it was because of her figure. She stared deeply at Wen Min and asked, “Why did you provoke me?”

Wen Min quickly adjusted her gaze, clearing her throat to cover her lapse, almost forgetting what Shen Fu had said. “Cough…”

Is she talking about the incident where I left the private room disrespectfully?

Wen Min couldn’t think of anything else. The novel’s storyline had already deviated, leaving her without a possible reference. But regardless of what it was, apologizing first was the best bet to avoid angering her again.

“I-I’m sorry…”

Hearing Wen Min’s apology, Shen Fu was momentarily stunned, then let out a light humph, as if looking down on Wen Min’s timidity. “Sorry?”

Shen Fu looked towards the large TV screen in front of the bed, tapped her phone to mirror the display, then locked her eyes on Wen Min, asking, “Want to watch together?”

As soon as she spoke, a graphic video began playing on the TV. The person filming only showed their right hand, along with their voice.

“Lift it up more,” the voice was undeniably Wen Min’s. After getting a satisfactory response, Wen Min’s laughter trembled, and she commented vulgarity, “Hahaha… that’s really slutty.”

Filming the sensual scenes as trophies to repeatedly admire was the Scum Alpha’s usual style.

“…” Wen Min was speechless. She couldn’t very well say, “The Scum Alpha did that; it has nothing to do with me,” could she? Besides, saying that would sound exactly like the Scum Alpha herself.

Although behavior like Wen Min’s—playing around and then filming it—was common in the industry, Shen Fu had received her videos more than once. Wen Min’s audacity was baffling, daring to use these videos as bait to hook Shen Fu.

What a cheap and disgusting move.

Shen Fu was no pushover. How could she let someone repeatedly throw out “olive branches” without responding? So, she came directly to her.

After the confusion faded from Wen Min’s face, Shen Fu hit the pause button, as if every extra second was a waste of time.

She casually tossed her phone aside, crossed her arms over her chest, and stared at Wen Min. “Cat got your tongue? Why did you send them to me?”

Looking at the extensive library in the playback list, Wen Min’s mouth twitched. She finally understood what was going on. The Scum Alpha must have been harassing Shen Fu with homemade videos, foolishly hoping to make Shen Fu a member of her harem even though they hadn’t properly met.

These details weren’t mentioned in the novel, and even if the author had wanted to write them, they might not have been allowed to publish. Still, it perfectly fit the Scum Alpha’s character profile, so it must be true.

Casting a wide net, huh? That’s truly sickening…

As she remained silent, Shen Fu’s hand quietly reached under the pillow, slowly feeling for the knife she had hidden there earlier.

Since Wen Min thought she had the right to trample on others’ dignity, Shen Fu naturally had the means to make her realize her place. Why did she have to provoke Shen Fu?

Wen Min took a step forward. Shen Fu instantly tightened her grip on the knife handle, thinking the person would lunge at her for a final desperate fight. Instead, Wen Min looked at her, then solemnly bowed, saying, “I’m sorry!”

Wen Min had considered many explanations but ultimately felt that only an apology would be the most sincere.

The words were simple, but the sentiment was genuine.

Upon hearing this, Shen Fu frowned, quietly loosening her grip on the knife handle. She had never expected this reaction from Wen Min. Twice in just a few minutes, Wen Min had apologized to her?!

She had considered many scenarios. The worst was Wen Min tearing off her mask and marking her on the spot.

After all, one would stop at nothing when finally having the chance to reel in a fish one had been trying to catch for so long.

At that moment, Wen Min’s phone rang. A glimmer of hope instantly sparked in her—she hoped this call could somehow save her from her predicament.

Wen Min quickly took out her phone and looked at the contact name: An Lu 92.

What did that number mean? Wen Min was confused but didn’t show it.

She couldn’t understand the Scum Alpha’s thought process, but if she could… then she wouldn’t be far from becoming the Scum Alpha herself.

Wen Min gazed at Shen Fu, sincerely pleading, “You can punish me however you like, but before that, can I please take this call?”

Shen Fu seemed convinced that Wen Min couldn’t escape her grasp, or perhaps Wen Min’s apology had slightly changed her opinion. She raised an eyebrow and agreed, “Speakerphone.”

Hearing this, Wen Min secretly breathed a sigh of relief, hoping this call would last a while.

As soon as she answered, a soft, alluring voice came from the other end, giving Wen Min goosebumps when she first heard it.

Wen Min turned on speakerphone and said, “Hello?”

The person on the other end seemed to have been looking for Wen Min for a long time. Her tone was anxious, but she tried hard to control it, as if afraid of annoying Wen Min. She cautiously asked, “W-where are you?”

Based on past experience, she thought she’d have to call Wen Min five or six times to get through, but she was surprised Wen Min answered so quickly this time.

Wen Min hated being managed, so she never allowed anyone to question what she was doing or where she was. An Lu got nervous and accidentally touched a taboo, expecting Wen Min to yell at her or hang up immediately. Instead, she received a response she wouldn’t have dared to dream of.

Wen Min’s heart softened. Thinking she must have run into some trouble, Wen Min softened her voice. “What’s wrong? Take your time and tell me.”

The other person seemed highly unaccustomed to Wen Min’s manner of speaking and fell silent for several seconds before speaking again, asking cautiously, “Wen Min?”

Wen Min quickly reassured her, like a dependable older sister, “It’s me.”

Wen Min’s unusually gentle tone seemed to give her courage. An Lu took a deep breath and continued, “Can you come to the hospital?”

Normally, she wouldn’t dare make such a simple request. Wen Min must have eaten the wrong medicine today to be so polite, so she had to seize the opportunity.

Wen Min looked at Shen Fu for permission. In order to postpone the time Shen Fu would settle the score with her, she asked in return, “Now?”

An Lu was firm, quietly replying, “Mhm…”

Shen Fu gestured towards Wen Min, and Wen Min wisely handed the phone to Shen Fu. Shen Fu wasn’t swayed by An Lu’s tone, nor did she seem concerned about any trouble An Lu might be in. She calmly stated an address and said, “Come here.”

“But this is…”

Before An Lu could finish, Shen Fu hung up without explanation. Wen Min frowned. “What if she’s sick or…”

Shen Fu maintained her indifferent expression, as if she cared about nothing else but settling the score with Wen Min. “So worried about your lover?”

“No!” Wen Min blurted out without thinking. “Just a friend.”

In truth, Wen Min didn’t know who she was; she just wanted to take a gamble.

Shen Fu didn’t say anything more before An Lu arrived, seemingly patiently giving Wen Min one last chance.

She wanted to see how much truth was in Wen Min’s mouth.

A short while later, a faint knock sounded on the door, so light it suggested the knocker was afraid of disturbing the people inside, implying a polite and gentle personality.

Through the video intercom, Wen Min saw that the person who had called was An Lu.

An Lu’s eyes were very moving, a natural purity unlike Yuan Qiu’s feigned innocence. Her eyes were red, giving her a pitiable look, as if she had just been crying.

The moment the door opened, An Lu rushed into Wen Min’s arms. When she saw Shen Fu lying on the bed, a flicker of hostility crossed her eyes. She suppressed her fear and deliberately leaned her chin on Wen Min’s shoulder intimately, letting her gaze sweep over Shen Fu.

The next second, she breathed a sigh of relief that Wen Min hadn’t pushed her away.

Shen Fu’s eyes darkened. Since An Lu was wearing a loose black dress, the bulge in her stomach wasn’t immediately obvious, but upon closer inspection, Shen Fu quickly noticed it.

Wen Min, who hadn’t seen it at first, also felt the change when An Lu hugged her. Her heart hammered violently with a bad premonition. She feigned composure and asked, “You’re pregnant?”

An Lu paused, then looked at Wen Min with a lost and mournful expression, saying:

“Did you forget?”