Daily Life Of A Socially Anxious Scumbag Alpha Raising Flowers - Chapter 1

The room was narrow and cramped, with terrible lighting, so it carried a dark, damp smell.

The fabric sofa had been soaked through by some unknown dark stain. From its original pale gray, patches of shadow spread outward, while a faint, barely perceptible metallic smell drifted through the air.

The woman’s skin was as white as porcelain. Beneath her simple nightdress were countless bruises in mottled patches and horrifying purple marks.

She had curled her long legs tightly into the dead corner formed by the sofa and the white wall. Blood was still dripping from her forehead, drop by drop, onto the floor.

Even in that already dim environment, the woman’s beautiful outline and features could still be made out. Her eyes were lowered as she stared numbly at the pool of blood on the floor, like a fragile, exquisite puppet.

Wen Xin’s pupils quaked as she stared at the scene before her.

What kind of death-scene crime scene was this?!

Wen Xin’s blank mind did not even have time to process her current situation. She only instinctively moved closer, her pretty eyes full of urgent worry. “Hello, do you need help?”

But she had only approached slightly, and the beauty seemed to suffer an even greater fright. Her legs were already tucked back as far as they could go, yet she forced them even farther away, as if the person in front of her were some terrifying flood or wild beast.

Wen Xin froze for a moment. She lowered her head to look at her own hands, which were also covered in blood, then looked around at their surroundings.

She broke down.

…

Just one second ago, Wen Xin clearly remembered lying in a hospital bed because of her congenital heart disease.

At the final moment of her life, her body had already deteriorated to the point that she could not stand up on her own.

But now, she could stand and move like a healthy person.

No—right now, she really was a healthy person.

She was no longer herself.

Her voice, appearance, body…

None of them belonged to her.

Wen Xin looked at herself in the mirror. The features were still familiar, but her face was deathly pale, and there was blood at the corner of her forehead. That spot felt a little hot. Only belatedly did she feel the pain.

Wen Xin was certain that something bizarre, something science could not explain, had happened to her.

But right now, she did not have the energy to think about that.

Because she herself was already involved in a mess that, if taken seriously, could lead to criminal liability…

After rummaging through the cramped living room to no avail, Wen Xin went to search the bedroom. Her gaze swept over the mirror on the dressing table, and she froze for a second, once again clearly realizing the devastating fact that she had changed bodies.

Soon, she found a first-aid kit in a drawer. After opening it, she discovered that it was fully stocked with all kinds of medicine.

Her hand paused.

She did not dare think about the reason behind that. In a flustered rush, she hurried over to bandage the woman.

Although she had already tried her best to make her movements careful and gentle, Wen Xin could still feel the woman’s body trembling faintly beneath her palm.

She was afraid.

Wen Xin opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, she had no choice but to close it again.

She did not know her current identity, nor did she know the relationship between the woman in front of her and herself.

The more she said, the more likely she was to make mistakes. Fortunately, the wound on the woman’s forehead was not deep, and she could still handle it.

She also had no idea whether this place was the original owner’s home or the injured woman’s home.

No matter whose home it was, Wen Xin felt that she could not let an injured patient who seemed mentally unstable leave.

She took the initiative to help the woman up from the floor and bring her to the bedroom. In the simplest words possible, she instructed, “Rest here for a while first.”

The woman cooperated with Wen Xin’s movements the entire time. There was not a trace of struggle or resistance.

Her head remained lowered the whole time. Her beautiful, delicate face held an expression so empty it could almost be called numb, as if her soul had been drawn out.

Wen Xin returned to the living room and briefly treated her own wound.

Right now, she desperately wanted to figure out her situation, because only then could she be clear on what she should do next.

After settling the unidentified woman in the bedroom, she calmed herself down, then immediately returned to the living room to clean up the chaotic aftermath. After that, she searched every corner for any trace of information.

The first thing she found was a phone on the coffee table.

Thankfully, the phone used face unlock.

After unlocking it, Wen Xin opened every single social app and refused to overlook any chat record between the original owner and any unfamiliar name.

In the end, she summarized the following information:

The owner of this body was also named Wen Xin. She had the same given name and surname as her.

What was different was that this was an ABO world, meaning gender was divided into three categories: Alpha, Beta, and Omega.

The original owner was a bottom-rung Alpha. Her job was tightening screws in a factory. Because she had a delicate, cute sort of appearance, and because her personality was cowardly and useless, she had always been bullied by her coworkers.

According to the messages on her phone, she had just been fired yesterday.

Yet a person like that, while humbly and pitifully begging the factory leaders not to dismiss her, had also boasted shamelessly in a small group chat with her fair-weather friends about how she taught her wife a lesson. She had even filmed a video and uploaded it to the group…

And Dong Xun was the Omega married to her.

After Wen Xin finished reading those chat logs, her fingers gripping the phone had turned white.

She had transmigrated into the body of a scumbag who abused her wife!

She was someone who, even when she saw a beautiful older sister, did not dare so much as flirt with her and could only silently tap a like. Yet this scumbag had such a beautiful wife and actually dared commit domestic violence. She truly deserved to die ten thousand deaths!!!

Thinking of Dong Xun’s face—that face so beautiful it left people speechless, even though she had only caught a brief glimpse of it—Wen Xin felt like she was about to grind her back teeth to pieces.

She took a deep breath and shot up from the sofa.

She had to apologize to Dong Xun…

Now that she had transmigrated into this scumbag’s body, from Dong Xun’s perspective, it meant she had just beaten her.

Wen Xin even felt that she herself deserved to die along with her.

No. She had to go do something to make up for it.

However, when she rushed to the bedroom door…

Wen Xin’s hand rose and fell. She touched the doorknob no fewer than a dozen times, but still failed to open that door.

Wen Xin was the ultimate socially anxious person.

Whenever she had to communicate with strangers, her entire body would enter a red-alert state. She would always unconsciously make the atmosphere awkward and unnatural, which then plunged her into a vicious cycle.

In her original world, because her health had been poor, she had gone in and out of the hospital every few days. Her parents treated her like a porcelain doll, and she had stayed at home all year round, rarely going out. Especially after her condition became severe, she had basically never left the hospital ward. She had simply never had normal social skills.

After giving herself a round of psychological encouragement in her heart, Wen Xin finally took that brave step.

She lightly knocked on the bedroom door twice, then waited a few seconds.

But when no response came, she felt her scalp tingle and could not help growing awkward again.

Emotionally, Wen Xin could completely understand Dong Xun being afraid of her and not wanting to speak to her.

But if the other party ignored her, she really could not help wanting to run away, wuwuwu…

So, after encouraging herself again, Wen Xin knocked on the door and said to the person inside with extreme politeness, “Um, Dong Xun, I’m coming in…”

After her voice fell, there was still only silence.

She paused outside the door for another few seconds before finally pushing it open.

However, the scene that entered her eyes made her pupils quake for the second time.

On the bed covered with clean purple floral sheets, Dong Xun lay there quietly. Gauze was wrapped around her forehead, but her whole face was almost as white as the gauze, without the slightest trace of blood. Her eyes were tightly shut, as if she had fallen asleep.

—Assuming Wen Xin had not seen the nearly empty bottle of sleeping pills on the bed.

Wen Xin went completely insane!

…

Hospital.

The doctor responsible for pumping Dong Xun’s stomach forced down her emotions and brought Wen Xin all the way to her office. Only after closing the door did she unleash a barrage of scolding at her.

“I’ve seen plenty of Alphas who don’t treat Omegas like human beings, but this is the first time I’ve seen a scumbag like you! Since you didn’t want her to live, why did you bring her to the hospital? You might as well have let her die in her sleep!”

When the medical staff in the ward had seen the shocking injuries on the patient’s body earlier, they had simply been stunned.

New injuries covered old ones, hidden in inconspicuous places beneath the fabric. Because they clearly had not received proper cleaning and treatment, some of the wounds were already inflamed and oozing pus. There were large patches of bluish-purple bruises and wounds that had not yet scabbed over.

Dr. Qiao was an Omega herself. Although the probability of her regularly receiving Omega patients who had suffered domestic violence was not low—in fact, one could even say she had seen it all too often—

when she saw the rare severity of the injuries on Dong Xun’s body, she was still so furious she nearly trembled.

Wen Xin lowered her brows and obediently accepted the scolding, her ears red enough to drip blood.

At last, when Dr. Qiao paused, Wen Xin very perceptively poured her a glass of water and handed it over with both hands. “Doctor, my… my wife, how exactly is she doing right now?”

Seeing Wen Xin’s good attitude, Dr. Qiao’s expression eased slightly, but she still could not help mocking her coldly. “Now you remember to care after you’ve finished beating her?”

“The sleeping pills were expired, so their effect was reduced. On top of that, she was fortunately brought in in time, which is why the impact wasn’t major. External injuries on the body are easy to treat. If you really still have even a shred of conscience, what you should be worried about now is your partner’s mental state.”

The patient had been brought in last night. After treatment, she had woken up this morning.

Dr. Qiao had also taken the opportunity to treat the dreadful wounds on Dong Xun’s body. Some of the rotten, pus-filled wounds needed to be cleaned. During the process, she had asked the patient whether she needed anesthesia. Yet faced with pain that ordinary people would find unbearable, this patient had been like a puppet, without even the slightest reaction.

Her eyes, which should have been bright and beautiful, were also filled with lifelessness.

Clearly, psychologically speaking, this Omega had already lost the desire to survive.

“Her current condition is very poor. I suggest that after she is discharged, you immediately take her to see a professional psychologist.”

Wen Xin hurriedly agreed.

“I understand. I’ll take her. Thank you, Dr. Qiao.”

“Go pay the fees.” Dr. Qiao waved her hand, with an expression that said out of sight, out of mind.

After Wen Xin left, she looked at the door and, unusually, fell into a daze for a full minute. Only after a long while did she let out a heavy sigh.

“It’s all because of that damned gene-programming technology…”

In truth, the original social order had been very stable.

Betas made up the largest percentage of the population. Because they were not affected by pheromones, their more stable and rational personalities allowed Betas to show potential for management positions starting from their student days. During adolescence, when pheromones surged and scattered everywhere, only Betas paid no attention to the outside world and focused entirely on studying.

Betas, who achieved more outstanding grades at every stage, naturally became managers in all industries after entering society.

By comparison, Alphas, as bearers of superior genes, were naturally at an advantage in terms of physique and intelligence. But to a great extent, this depended on rank. S-rank Alphas were undoubtedly flawless in every aspect, but the truth was that S-ranks were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Most Alphas fell within the C-to-E-rank range. Their personalities were savage and aggressive, and their powerful constitutions instead caused Alphas at the bottom of society to evolve into unstable factors.

Especially in that era, Omegas were extremely precious because of their rarity. Bottom-rung Alphas simply did not have the right to possess Omega partners of their own, so gathering in groups to cause trouble and destruction in society became their way of venting their emotions.

But back then, Omegas, treasured like national treasures, held a superior status.

Therefore, at that time, the permanent marking rate between Alphas and Omegas was very high.

Once a permanent mark was made, under the influence of the imprint and pheromones, even savage, aggressive, easily enraged Alphas would be affected by their Omegas, and their temperaments would become gentler.

The three genders, restraining and balancing one another, maintained social stability.

Until half a century ago, everything changed.

With the maturation of gene-programming technology combined with human assisted reproductive technology, Omegas were no longer a gender that humans naturally differentiated into during adolescence. Instead, they were programmed and preset from birth.

Although gene-programming technology had a major flaw—that was, Omegas born through programming were destined to be C-to-E-rank—

even so, more and more Omegas were born every year.

Because society needed Omegas.

The state announced that any family that participated in the gene-programming project and gave birth to an Omega child could receive a high monthly child-rearing subsidy until that child reached adulthood.

From then on, a wave of Omega births began.

And it was also over nearly the last half century that, no longer rare because of their numbers, Omegas began to suffer domestic violence at a frequency that increased year after year.

The more technology developed, the less trust there was between people.

In a society where human feelings had grown cold, the definition of “partner” was no longer as intimate and inseparable as before. The way Alphas marked Omegas now was usually through periodic temporary marks, as if they were simply fulfilling physiological needs on a schedule.

After all, the price of a permanent mark was too great.

No Alpha would be willing to wag their tail and beg beside an Omega like a dog.

In today’s society, did true love still exist between Alphas and Omegas?

Thinking of the ready-made example in her own family, Qiao Yimu tugged her lips into a mocking smile. At least she had never seen it with her own eyes.