Transmigrating into a Scumbag Alpha, a Dainty Omega is Pregnant with My Child - Chapter 20

In the recording studio, staff members were whispering among themselves.

“I thought that after marrying a top-tier Alpha billionaire, she wouldn’t have to come out and take ad jobs?”

“Being a wealthy man’s wife isn’t that easy. Even billionaires can be stingy.”

“Tsk tsk. Look how high and mighty she used to be, and look at her now. Hahaha, she’s still picking up tampon ads like the rest of us.”

“Ugh, and she has to make that kind of face for the camera. It leaves a lot to the imagination.”

“Married Omegas are just different. She radiates a certain… slutty aura.”

Three women make a drama. Their voices drifted toward Liu Yingteng, who stood to the side with her arms crossed, head tilted as she watched Jiang Cha.

Inside the studio, Jiang Cha was wearing a pink tiered cake skirt. The top was a small V-neck camisole, showing off her perfect figure. She crouched timidly under the studio lights, arms wrapped around her body.

Then, a woman ran over and said to her, “Why are you still here? The dance sequence is about to start!”

Jiang Cha furrowed her brows and whispered, “My period started.”

At that moment, the woman pulled out a pink tampon and handed it to her. “Don’t thank me, just use it quickly.”

Jiang Cha was startled. “How… how do I use this?”

The woman whispered something in her ear, and Jiang Cha’s cheeks flushed red.

The next part of the script called for Jiang Cha to show a look of relief and satisfaction after using the product.

“Wait, no. Miss Jiang, it needs to be more ecstatic, more seductive… more comfortable.”

Jiang Cha suppressed her anger. Although this ad wasn’t important, her connection with Liu Yingteng was. Liu Yingteng was the daughter of Director Liu, who had made international films and held the keys to many variety shows. This job had been set up by Li Chunhua; since the honeymoon trip was off, they had to take this ad first.

But she was reaching her limit.

“It’s a tampon ad. How comfortable is it supposed to be?”

Things like this happened often in recording studios—photographers and directors teasing unknown actors with suggestive comments. She used to ignore it, but she hadn’t expected her status to decline so sharply that her miserable days would come so soon.

As she questioned them, the photographer looked at Liu Yingteng. Liu Yingteng waved her hand. “Clear the set first. I’ll talk to the actor about the scene.”

Photographer: “I’ll leave it to Director Liu then.”

In no time, everyone retreated.

Jiang Cha felt uneasy. Once everyone was gone, Liu Yingteng walked onto the set, picked up a tampon, and turned to look at her.

“Have you used these before?”

“No, I always use pads.”

Liu Yingteng smiled. “No wonder.”

Jiang Cha was puzzled. “Huh?”

Liu Yingteng suddenly stepped closer. Under the harsh studio lights, Jiang Cha could clearly see a greasy, lewd smile on Liu Yingteng’s youthful face.

“Think about the expression you had when Xiao Yun marked you,” Liu Yingteng whispered filth into her ear.

Jiang Cha held her breath, her fists clenching. Under the lights, her eyes momentarily lost their focus.

After speaking, Liu Yingteng pulled back. Seeing Jiang Cha’s face slightly flushed, she laughed. “Xiao Yun must not be good to you. The fact that you’re out here taking ad jobs proves it. You’re better off with me.”

She rubbed her hands together. “You know I have all the resources.”

A wave of nausea hit her. Jiang Cha knew exactly what she meant. Before she became famous, she had encountered all sorts of situations, but this time was different—they were still recording. Was she really this thirsty?

A low-level Alpha.

Jiang Cha knew she was no match for her physically. The Alpha hadn’t released her pheromones to attack her yet, so she forced back her rage and turned to look at her with a smile. “Director Liu is right.” Jiang Cha pursed her lips, her eyes smiling. “I’ll go to the restroom to get ready.”

Behind her came Liu’s laughter and the sound of her quickly taking off her coat.

Jiang Cha grabbed her phone and flipped through her contacts. Who should she call?

Her manager, Li Chunhua? No, Li Chunhua might have set this up herself. Honey lived in the Far East; it was too far. Call the police? There was no evidence yet.

When she reached Xiao Yun’s name, her hand paused.

During her hesitation, Liu Yingteng lightly knocked on the restroom door. Jiang Cha snapped her phone shut, her eyes searching the room until they landed on a small toilet brush.

Xiao Yun was scouring the floors. The studio building had twenty stories. In half an hour, she had searched the even floors while Xiao Jiang searched the odd ones. She was panting for breath.

From running so hard, her throat felt like it had been sliced by the wind. When she swallowed, there was a metallic taste of blood. That taste slid from her throat to her heart, making her tremble.

“Xiao Jiang, did you find her?”

“Not yet! How about your side?”

Xiao Yun didn’t answer and abruptly hung up. Forty minutes had passed.

She didn’t dare think about whether Jiang Cha had already… No matter what, she had to stop her. She wanted to protect her, to keep her whole.

She climbed to the final floor with heavy steps. She was drenched in sweat, her clothes sticking to her skin uncomfortably. Sweat dripped down her cheeks. Hearing a noise to the right, she turned, sweat falling into her collar.

Right there!

Xiao Yun rushed toward the room. There was no one around and the door was tightly shut, but the soundproofing was poor. Jiang Cha’s voice drifted out.

“Director Liu, crouch down. I’m ready.”

The Omega’s voice was incredibly soft and sweet. Even through the wall, it felt like it could melt one’s bones. Xiao Yun swallowed hard and leaned weakly against the wall.

Crouch down? Ready? In what position?

She shook her head, but images of a seductive Jiang Cha flooded her mind. In the novel, Jiang Cha’s eyes were like autumn water, incredibly charming; no one could remain unmoved by her gaze.

“Am I… too late?” She leaned against the wall, powerless.

Inside the restroom, Jiang Cha had filled a bucket with cold water. She gripped the toilet brush in her hand while watching the crouching figure through the door. She tightened her grip on the brush.

“Director Liu, close your eyes. I have a surprise for you!”

“Okay, okay, okay. I’m closing them.”

Then, the door creaked open. Taking advantage of the moment, Jiang Cha hoisted the bucket and dumped the ice water over Liu Yingteng’s head.

Liu Yingteng screamed, her eyes snapping open. Jiang Cha slammed the bucket over her head and started hitting her wildly with the brush.

“Disgusting! You actually tried to molest me?”

Drenched and frozen, Liu Yingteng ran around the studio with the bucket on her head. Jiang Cha chased her, whacking her hard with the brush. “Tampons? Huh? Can’t you use them yourself?”

“Jiang Cha, you lunatic!”

“I’m the lunatic? You and your ‘resources’? You want to compare yourself to Xiao Yun? What part of you can even compare to her?”

Chasing her all the way to the door, Jiang Cha suddenly looked up and found a person standing there, mouth agape and eyes wide, staring at her in a daze.

“Jiang… Jiangjiang?”

Xiao Yun hadn’t expected this scene when she pushed the door open.

Jiang Cha froze for a second. She immediately dropped the brush, hid the ferocity in her eyes, and ran toward her, hiding most of her body behind Xiao Yun.

“Yunyun.”

Like a startled fawn.

Jiang Cha’s face was filled with panic. Xiao Yun stood in front of her, roughly guessing what had happened. Liu Yingteng tried to bully her, but Jiang Cha had turned the tables.

But why was it different from the original book?

She couldn’t worry about that now.

Liu Yingteng threw the bucket aside. Her hair was soaked, looking like a helpless drowned rat in a downpour. She shouted at the photographers who had just rushed in, “What are you standing there for? Kill Xiao Yun for me!”

Xiao Yun stepped aside, shielding Jiang Cha behind her. She glanced over—the photographer was a huge man, nearly 1.9 meters tall and weighing 200 pounds. He looked like he could fight.

Jiang Cha took a deep breath, her hand gripping the back of Xiao Yun’s shirt. Feeling her trembling, Xiao Yun whispered, “Don’t be afraid.”

The photographer took advantage of the moment and swung a fist at her.

A gust of wind rushed toward her. Xiao Yun’s brow furrowed. She tilted her head slightly to the right, her fingers quickly climbing onto his arm. Once she located the bone, she pinched and gave a fierce yank.

“AAAGH!”

A loud cry of pain muffled the crisp sound of a joint snapping.

Xiao Yun stood firmly in place, not moving an inch. The photographer clutched his arm, backing away in terror. “You… you…”

“Sorry. I saw your bone was a bit crooked, so I took the liberty of straightening it for you,” Xiao Yun teased. “But before that, it needs to be uninstalled for a few days.”

Liu Yingteng was dumbstruck. Since when was Xiao Yun this powerful? She cowered on the floor, not daring to step forward.

“Second Xiao, you f***er—”

“I see Director Liu’s bones aren’t quite straight either. Shall I fix them for you?” Xiao Yun interrupted her, walking toward her while cracking her knuckles.

Liu Yingteng immediately looked away. “No need! Don’t come over!”

“That’s more like it.” Xiao Yun smiled with satisfaction.

“Remember this: don’t touch the Second Miss’s Omega.” Xiao Jiang had arrived at some point and added a “tough guy” line.

Cough cough.

It was a bit childish, but it felt pretty good.

Coming back to reality, Jiang Cha’s icy fingers were trembling as they gripped Xiao Yun’s skin. Her breathing was rapid. Xiao Yun turned her head and lightly patted the back of her hand. “Don’t be afraid.”