Transmigrating into a Scumbag Alpha, a Dainty Omega is Pregnant with My Child - Chapter 18

In the waiting room, Jiang Cha sat upright on one side, her gaze fixed on the other side of the iron bars.

Her expression and demeanor appeared extremely tense. Her fingers were interlaced, the tips pinched red, trembling slightly every now and then.

She must miss her very much, Xiao Yun thought to herself while watching the scene from the monitor room.

This was something she hadn’t expected—in the original book, Li Rang actually had committed the crime. But on second thought, Jiang Cha and Li Rang, the two protagonists, were never written to be purely “good” characters in the first place.

However, moving forward, Xiao Yun knew she had to adjust her strategic plan.

The question of whether she should fully protect Jiang Cha and eventually return her to Li Rang was a agonizing one. But then she realized her own life was still hanging by a thread, so she decided not to worry about that for now.

On the other side of the bars, the sound of rhythmic footsteps echoed.

A tall figure appeared at the entrance of the monitoring area. As the facial contours became visible, Xiao Yun had to admit that the female lead’s original love interest was indeed quite good-looking.

Xiao Yun checked the files in the monitor room: Li Rang, height 174cm, medical graduate student, from the same university as the original host.

Li Rang directed a fierce, almost murderous glare toward the visitor.

But in just a second, Li Rang’s gaze turned from shock to joy, and then to a stunned daze.

In the waiting room, Li Rang had prepared herself for a face-to-face confrontation with Xiao Yun. She never expected that upon entering, she would see the person she yearned for most sitting across from her.

Over the past two months, Jiang Cha had been her only mental pillar.

She froze for a moment, a smile spreading across her face as she rushed forward to sit opposite the bars.

“Cha Cha.” Li Rang panted, still unable to believe her eyes.

She reached her hand through the iron bars, proactively grasping Jiang Cha’s hand. It was icy, piercingly cold.

Jiang Cha looked up, her eyelashes trembling. She uncomfortably pulled her hand out of Li Rang’s grasp and glanced upward. “There are monitors.”

What a touching reunion behind bars.

Standing to the side, Xiao Yun couldn’t help but take a few extra looks. From the camera angle, she couldn’t see Jiang Cha’s expression, but judging by Li Rang’s face, she assumed Jiang Cha’s withdrawal of her hand was just the shyness and longing of a long-awaited reunion.

Seeing the two lovers gazing deeply at each other, Xiao Yun got a case of goosebumps. She walked out of the monitor room.

Inside the waiting room, Jiang Cha stared at the floor, not knowing where to begin.

Li Rang spoke first: “Cha Cha, you’ve lost weight. Have you not been eating well these past two months?”

Over the last two months, due to her mother’s illness, the deal with Xiao Yun, and the public criticism, Jiang Cha had been on the verge of collapse multiple times.

How could she have an appetite?

She looked at Li Rang. “I’m fine. But what about you?” Li Rang actually looked like she had gained some weight.

Li Rang nodded. “I’ve gained a few pounds. Mainly because I can’t exercise much, and the life here is regular. The food is… alright.”

Eating well and sleeping well—it seemed she was doing just fine.

Jiang Cha tapped her finger on the table, listening to Li Rang talk about the “fun” things in prison, like learning to sew. A spark of light flickered in Li Rang’s eyes. “When I get out, I’ll make a dress for you.”

Li Rang had no intention of bringing up Xiao Yun. Since Jiang Cha came to visit her, it meant Jiang Cha’s heart still belonged to her.

Jiang Cha took a deep breath. Make a dress for me when you get out? She leaned back, her eyelids twitching. “A-Rang, there’s something I haven’t told you yet.”

Li Rang took out a small notebook, completely oblivious to the change in atmosphere. “We’ve been together so long, yet you’ve never told me your measurements. Your waist is…?”

Jiang Cha turned the diamond ring on her ring finger. “I’ve remarried.”

Li Rang’s fingers shook. She wrote “59” in the notebook, the tail of the ‘9’ dragging out very long. “Your waist is about 59. As for your hips…”

Jiang Cha pursed her lips. “Just two days ago. I married Xiao Yun.”

Li Rang scribbled the number “90” on the page. “Your hips should be about this much, right?”

Jiang Cha glanced at the numbers and shook her head. “A-Rang.”

Li Rang’s face turned deathly pale. “And your bust?”

“A-Rang, I didn’t come here for you to make clothes for me.” Jiang Cha clenched her fingers and bit her lip. “I am…”

Li Rang’s expression went cold. The ballpoint pen slipped from her hand, rolled twice, and fell heavily to the floor.

Jiang Cha sucked in a cold breath. The atmosphere was indescribable.

“So, did you come here to ask for my blessing? Happy wedding?”

The tension dropped to absolute zero. Jiang Cha had originally wanted to tell her she was married because she didn’t want to lie to her. She wanted to trade one truth for another.

“Doctor Li, I have a question for you, and I need you to tell me the absolute truth.”

Li Rang looked up in surprise, murmuring.

“When we were planning a family and spending time together, I always felt you were a reliable, trustworthy person. I just want to ask you: Have you ever lied to me?”

“That last sentence you said at the wedding—were you lying to me?”

Li Rang repeated: “The last sentence?”

Jiang Cha’s voice rose, her inner emotions surging: “You said you were innocent?”

Because of that sentence, she had been trying everything to get her out.

Li Rang was silent for a moment. She leaned over to pick up the pen from the floor, her face calm. “I am innocent, Cha Cha.”

“Really?” Jiang Cha asked once more.

“Really.” Li Rang’s face was a mask of tranquility.

When the foundation of trust is shattered, a taste of something indescribable welled up in Jiang Cha’s heart. It was a tremor.

Li Rang was terrifyingly calm; she didn’t even blush while lying.

Jiang Cha sat upright, a flash of disappointment crossing her eyes. Then, the corners of her mouth hooked up slightly. “So it was true.”

Li Rang looked her in the eye. “Cha Cha, you must believe me.”

Jiang Cha pulled her lips back. “I believe you.”

“Is the trouble with Auntie’s leg any better? I heard it got worse again after I came in.”

A shadow fell over Jiang Cha’s face. “She’s much better now. Thank you for taking care of her before.”

“Why be so formal with me?” Li Rang shifted her gaze to her. “Cha Cha, you and Xiao Yun… you got married. Do you… do you like her?”

Li Rang knew very well why Jiang Cha would marry. Jiang Cha had made it clear: first, it was out of gratitude for saving her mother, and second, Jiang Cha simply wanted to get married and start a family. During their relationship, Jiang Cha felt she was a good person, but the two had never been truly intimate; every time Li Rang had tried to get close, Jiang Cha would maintain her distance.

Jiang Cha was a traditional girl.

Jiang Cha lowered her head and fiddled with her hands. She had originally intended to tell Li Rang about the fake marriage, provided Li Rang remained honest.

“I just wanted a home,” Jiang Cha replied coldly.

“I can give you a home! Xiao Yun isn’t a good person!” Li Rang said excitedly.

“What counts as a ‘good person’?”

Li Rang was stunned into silence. Her almond eyes flickered, and her face flushed as she looked down at Jiang Cha. “Being good to you, liking you—liking only you. Taking care of you and your mother.”

“That Xiao Yun is just a profligate socialite. She switches Omegas every few days. She’s uneducated, overbearing, has a foul temper… she’s crude. How could she ever be faithful to you?”

“Why did you marry her?”

Why? Jiang Cha’s eyelids jumped. It was a transaction to save Li Rang, but she had no reason to be honest with Li Rang anymore.

“You seem to know her quite well,” Jiang Cha said softly. She slowly stood up. “However, whether it’s a mountain of knives or a sea of fire, I accept it.”

“Cha Cha.” Li Rang stood up, watching Jiang Cha’s back. “Do you really like her?”

Jiang Cha kept her back to her, watching the countdown timer in the waiting room. “A-Rang, I once truly wanted to be with you.”

To start an ordinary family and have children—this was her simplest request as an Omega. It didn’t even have to involve love.

“I’ll ask you one more time: Have you ever deceived me?”

The corner of Li Rang’s mouth twitched. There were some secrets that Jiang Cha was better off not knowing. She shook her head firmly. “I was framed.”

“Alright then.”

Jiang Cha tilted her head, her face shrouded in shadow. “I will think of a way for you.”

She would find a way to get her out; she still owed her that favor. She began to walk away, the sound of her heels clicking rhythmically.

“Cha Cha!” Li Rang gripped the iron bars, her beautiful face pressed against them, her large eyes staring straight at Jiang Cha’s retreating figure. “You’ve already been marked by Xiao Yun, haven’t you?”

When Jiang Cha came out, her eyes were brimming with tears, but she held them back.

Xiao Yun, driving the car, assumed the two had just shared a heart-wrenching, agonizing farewell. In the original novel, Li Rang and Jiang Cha quickly got back together after Li Rang’s release.

That was the canon. Theoretically, no matter how things changed, the main plot shouldn’t deviate. As a cannon fodder, Xiao Yun’s duty was to protect Jiang Cha—her body, her career, and her mood.

Therefore, seeing that Jiang Cha’s face was turning red from holding back tears, she took out a white cloth handkerchief and slowly handed it to Jiang Cha.

Jiang Cha seemed surprised. She looked up and met her gaze.

“Careful, holding it in will hurt your health.” Xiao Yun handed her the handkerchief.

Jiang Cha took it and said, “You have a germaphobic streak. Don’t you mind?”

Xiao Yun nodded. “At a time like this, who cares about that? I don’t—”

She turned her head only to hear a loud nose-blowing sound. Then Jiang Cha hummed, “It smells quite nice. Lemon.”

She really wasn’t acting like a stranger at all.

Xiao Yun: “Do you like it? You can have it.”

“I don’t want it. I’ll wash it and give it back,” Jiang Cha said. “It’s stained with your pheromones. Don’t go giving it to others randomly.”

“Pheromones?” Xiao Yun’s heart tightened. She was a Beta; where would she get pheromones?

“Oh, right. It’s a lemon scent.” The original host always used pheromone liquids to mask her identity.

“Yes, I’ve smelled it before. I couldn’t be mistaken.” That day, Xiao Yun had attacked her with it.

Have you been marked by Xiao Yun? Jiang Cha recalled Li Rang’s words and instantly thought of that night.

Xiao Yun’s warm lips against her neck, teeth about to bite down, smelling of alcohol mixed with lemon.

“She’s so aggressive; you were marked, weren’t you? I knew it, I knew it.” Li Rang had turned away in disappointment.

Jiang Cha didn’t want to explain; it would be futile.

However, these pheromones made her feel a bit uneasy, always reminding her of Xiao Yun’s overly intimate contact that night.

She turned her head and happened to see Xiao Yun’s thin lips, the lip peak full and defined. It made her feel a burning heat at her neck. She quickly crumpled the handkerchief into a ball and stuffed it into the pocket on Xiao Yun’s chest.

“Wash it yourself.”

The icy fingertips felt through the shirt, cooling her skin. This was the second time Xiao Yun had been “groped” on the chest. She felt the chill and, not knowing how she had offended the little ancestor, she could only nod.

“Okay.”