I Heard I Was the Scumbag Alpha of a Top-Tier Celebrity (GL) - Chapter 7

Gu Xin bought the most reliable mint-flavored inhibitor. Sniffing it was extremely refreshing and clarifying.

When Yan Shuangshuang was checking it, she noticed a receipt still inside the bag. It was purchased from the pharmacy at the entrance of the complex, and she bought a whole three boxes. An outsider would think she was approaching her estrus period.

Gu Xin said: “As for clothes, if you don’t mind, you can wear mine.”

Yan Shuangshuang finally turned back. She nodded politely: “Thank you for your kindness, but I don’t need to.”

Gu Xin hadn’t expected to be rejected. She knew how annoying paparazzi were. When they went downstairs, she instinctively chose to protect Yan Shuangshuang and even offended the paparazzo—her main goal was simply not to shy away from trouble.

But after all this action, the person involved didn’t seem to mind? Did she cause her trouble instead?

Gu Xin felt a bit awkward for a moment. As much as she had shown off in front of the paparazzo, she was now just as stifled.

As if seeing through her thoughts, Yan Shuangshuang reassured her: “I’ve already retired. They can write whatever they want.”

Gu Xin wanted to say that it wasn’t that simple. Retiring might make it even easier for them to write stories and gain traffic by exploiting her.

But the moment she opened her mouth, Gu Xin swallowed the words back. She didn’t want to sound too preachy or annoying. She muttered, “Okay, then be careful.”

Yan Shuangshuang gazed at her intently, making Gu Xin feel completely uneasy. An inexplicable frustration swirled at the bottom of her heart, but Gu Xin maintained a very calm facade. However, Yan Shuangshuang’s gaze lingered. Gu Xin couldn’t stand it anymore and was about to retreat to her room when Yan Shuangshuang suddenly walked up and gave her a hug.

Gu Xin froze instantly. The embrace lasted for only two seconds, but it felt very long. The soft body quickly and gently pulled away.

Yan Shuangshuang said: “Thank you.”

Warm breath brushed against Gu Xin’s cheek. Almost instantly, a flush spread from her earlobes to her cheeks.

The physiological reaction was faster than Gu Xin’s brain. Yan Shuangshuang suddenly smelled a floral scent, but when she tried to confirm it, it abruptly vanished, as quickly as an illusion.

Seeing Gu Xin’s heavily blushed and flustered expression, Yan Shuangshuang couldn’t help but smile.

In that instant, it was like the melting of ice and snow, the revival of all things. Spring flowers bloomed freely in the fields, swaying wantonly.

It had been a long time since Yan Shuangshuang had smiled so lightly.

Gu Xin’s heart pounded, so loud she suspected the person opposite could hear it. She cleared her throat to cover it up and said loudly, “You’re welcome. I should have.”

After smiling, Yan Shuangshuang tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear and said goodbye with a smile: “Well then. Goodbye, Gu Xin.”

“G-goodbye.”

After Yan Shuangshuang left and the door closed, Gu Xin couldn’t help but swing two heavy punches into the air where she stood.

As she used the back of her hand to cool her scorching face, her head felt dizzy with the thought, Why did I stutter at the end? The whole sequence was ruined!

Gu Xin unconsciously compared this two-second hug with her own spontaneous hug of Yan Shuangshuang downstairs. She finally concluded—although Yan Shuangshuang’s face was as cold as frost, her body was truly soft, and she had a pleasant lime scent, the same as her pheromones.

Such a beautiful person was her ex-wife.

The person she once loved enough to marry.

*

Yan Shuangshuang went to the underground parking lot and drove out in the red sports car that Gu Xin had once liked the most.

Because the license plate number was unfamiliar, the paparazzo waiting at the complex entrance, eager to get back at Yan Shuangshuang, didn’t notice the switch.

Yan Shuangshuang drove, her eyes indifferent as she passed the paparazzo, heading straight for a calligraphy studio on the Third Ring Road, her father’s territory.

Yan Shuangshuang’s family was a classic double-Beta couple. When Yan Shuangshuang was born, due to her overly dominant pheromones, the couple always thought they had given birth to an Alpha.

But who would have thought that Yan Shuangshuang, who should have entered her differentiation period at sixteen, had hit the jackpot, with her differentiation period delayed by over a decade?

Yan Shuangshuang’s parents were not completely disconnected elderly people. When they learned of Yan Shuangshuang’s true gender from the trending topics, both parents’ vision momentarily went dark. Fortunately, Yan Shuangshuang called them promptly to reassure them, otherwise, the couple would have immediately demanded Yan Shuangshuang come home for a full explanation.

Yan Shuangshuang’s father was a famous calligraphy master, and her mother was a well-known psychiatrist. But few people knew that Yan Shuangshuang’s father also did foolproof handwriting analysis.

When she arrived at the studio, an apprentice quickly led Yan Shuangshuang inside.

Yan Shuangshuang’s father was named Lin Hao. Publicly, Yan Shuangshuang usually referred to him as Teacher Lin, like his students.

Lin Hao had clearly been waiting for his daughter for a long time. As soon as Yan Shuangshuang entered the calligraphy room, Lin Hao got up, held her shoulders, and examined her up and down, his eyes slightly red: “You, why have you gotten so thin?”

Yan Shuangshuang gave a genuine smile: “Teacher Lin, why are you crying? It’s okay, it’s all in the past.”

Lin Hao couldn’t help but hug his daughter tightly, tears still falling: “Child, if you weren’t doing well outside, why didn’t you say so sooner? Your mother and I can still support you.”

Yan Shuangshuang spent more time comforting him. After a while, she finally managed to soothe her emotional old father.

“I came here this time to ask Dad for a favor.” Yan Shuangshuang pulled out the IOU with the name and ID number torn off and brought up a photo on her phone. “Are these two written by the same person?”

Lin Hao put on his glasses and squinted, carefully studying them: “They look like the same person. Do you have the original of the photo?”

The photo was of a handwritten traditional Chinese medicine prescription that Yan Shuangshuang had unintentionally picked up from the trash can. She thought it was strange that Gu Xin would copy a prescription, but her intuition made her take a picture of it. The original had already been taken to the garbage dump.

Yan Shuangshuang shook her head.

Lin Hao felt a bit troubled. He took out his phone and said, “Send me a copy of the photo. I’ll take a closer look.”

“Thank you for your trouble, Dad.”

Lin Hao couldn’t help it, and his tears welled up again: “All day long, you’re so polite with me. If we hadn’t asked you directly, were you never going to tell us about your differentiation period?”

Yan Shuangshuang had to surrender: “Don’t cry, Dad. If Mom saw this, she’d say I was bullying you again.”

“Dad really can’t help you with much, but you can also go to your Mom; she’s a professional in that field. But you, you don’t say a word to us. Your father is truly…” Lin Hao awkwardly grabbed a piece of paper to wipe his tears. Yan Shuangshuang stood aside, holding the tissue box helplessly. She knew that once her father started crying, it was like opening a floodgate, and it wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

When Lin Hao had rambled on long enough, his tears stopped just as suddenly as they started.

Wiping his face, he was once again the energetic Teacher Lin. He patted Yan Shuangshuang’s shoulder and sighed: “Since you’ve resigned from your job, take some time to relax. You were so busy before that you didn’t even have time to come home and see us. Now, if you don’t stay home for a while, I won’t be happy. Oh right, if you have time, bring Gu Xin back for a meal too.”

Lin Hao suddenly remembered something and slapped his head: “Is Gu Xin still working a classified job at the institute?”

Yan Shuangshuang lied without blinking: “Yes, she just went to the capital two days ago.”

“The two of you, you don’t even see each other once every ten days or half a month. Either she’s in the institute, or you’re filming. Marriage is about mutual support. If you can’t even see each other, how can you support each other? She wasn’t absent during your differentiation period, was she?” Lin Hao was, after all, Yan Shuangshuang’s father, and his words unconsciously carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

“Her job nature is special; I’ve long been used to it. But don’t you dare wrong her; she was with me during the differentiation period.” Yan Shuangshuang wasn’t lying in this sentence, but she cleverly omitted some inside information.

For example, Gu Xin not only didn’t release pheromones to soothe her at the time but also immediately injected her with an inhibitor. Omegas during differentiation are typically either sent to the hospital for guidance or have an Alpha release pheromones to soothe them. Using an inhibitor is a last resort. Clinical studies show that forceful inhibition can lead to endless trouble.

Yan Shuangshuang was lucky; she only had a hormonal imbalance for half a month, but she was forced to turn down a very good audition.

Years of acting career left Yan Shuangshuang’s expression flawless. Lin Hao easily believed her and mumbled, “At least she has some conscience.”

Yan Shuangshuang exchanged a few more jokes with Lin Hao, finally saying she still had things to do at the company and preparing to leave.

Before she left, Lin Hao said: “Go see your mother when you have time. She’s been acting strange lately, seems like she has something on her mind, but she won’t tell me.”

Yan Shuangshuang paused while putting away the tissue box, and smiled: “Okay.”

*

Gu Xin was looking at plane tickets to the capital.

Gu Xin had previously searched online and found that the institute was located between two universities, a distinct landmark. People would be on duty on the weekend, so she could at least get some clues if she went.

The earliest flight from X City to the capital was at 7 PM. Gu Xin still had time to rush to the airport now.

Deciding to act immediately, Gu Xin bought the ticket, packed her important documents, and before leaving, she took the almost-dead pothos with her.

Downstairs, the poor flowerpot crashed into the trash can, shattering completely. Gu Xin clapped her hands, ready to leave, but she glimpsed a neatly folded piece of A4 paper revealed beneath the broken flowerpot.

Gu Xin stopped. She suddenly had a very strange intuition, the same one she had when she saw the divorce agreement. She reached in, picked up the paper, and unfolded it.

The first thing she saw was the three characters: Yan Shuangshuang.

Looking closely, she realized it was Yan Shuangshuang’s differentiation identification report.

In a flash of lightning, Gu Xin realized the biggest sense of incongruity when she saw the exposé—the picture released by the paparazzo did not show the date of the analysis. The report showed that the analysis date was March 25th, only ten days ago. Yan Shuangshuang had only just finished her differentiation period ten days ago.

Many people mistakenly assumed Yan Shuangshuang was an Omega all along and had been pretending, but the lateness of her differentiation—at twenty-eight—was extremely rare.

So, why would the identification report, of which only one copy should exist, be here with her? And why would she meticulously hide it under a potted plant?

Did the paparazzo’s information have anything to do with her?

*

On the other side, on the way to Ms. Yan Chuxiang’s apartment, Lin Hao texted: “I compared the photo and the note you gave me. It should be the same person. But I can’t guarantee it without the original document. If you find any other original documents, I can compare them again.”

Yan Shuangshuang’s previously relaxed mood suddenly plummeted. She tightly gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white. She thought, How could it be? That handwriting, those strokes, she had traced them countless times. Why would it be the same person?

But it really was the same person. Her lover was indeed the same lover from the past.

Her entanglement, her thoughts, her soft heart, all felt like a joke in the face of her father’s message.

The rearview mirror reflected Yan Shuangshuang’s hardened profile. Unconsciously, she gradually stepped on the gas. The navigation issued an alert that she was speeding, but Yan Shuangshuang seemed unable to feel it.

Yan Shuangshuang thought, if she could, she really wanted to go back to the day of their wedding and ask Gu Xin if she married her out of love or gratitude.

But now, all that faced her was the Gu Xin who claimed to have amnesia. She had no one to ask, and no one to hate.