Transmigrating into a Scumbag Alpha, a Dainty Omega is Pregnant with My Child - Chapter 30
A woman.
A woman who liked women.
This was the first time she had ever been held so tightly by someone—someone who wasn’t wearing a bra, no less. The saying that an Omega was “soft-bodied and delicate” was certainly no exaggeration.
The slightly cool temperature of the Omega pressed against her chest did nothing to dampen Xiao Yun’s heated emotions. She used her elbow to gently nudge Jiang Cha away, quickly creating distance from the friction-prone fabric, and retreated to the sofa.
Jiang Cha’s gaze flickered with a hint of suspicion. She sat back and hugged her knees, her almond-shaped eyes scanning Xiao Yun from head to toe.
Xiao Yun felt a pang of anxiety. In the original novel, when the host’s secret was exposed, Jiang Cha had mocked her mercilessly. This time, while the mockery in Jiang Cha’s eyes was faint, the look of pity was painfully obvious.
The air grew stagnant and quiet. The only sound in the room was the rhythm of their breathing. Xiao Yun pinched the bridge of her nose, continuing her act of dejection.
Jiang Cha looked down, her finger tracing idle circles near her toes. “Actually, you don’t need to feel inferior.”
“Huh?”
“Being a Beta is quite good.” Jiang Cha looked up, her eyes shimmering like glazed glass. “At least a Beta is a normal person. You aren’t controlled by pheromones; you can choose your own life freely. You don’t have to bear children, and you can date whoever you want.”
Xiao Yun suspected that Jiang Cha had likely laughed at her internally for a long while before deciding to offer this comfort. She maintained her gloomy facade. “But in my family, having a child is a must. The pressure is immense. That’s why I resorted to this method—I’m terrified every day of being found out.”
As she spoke, she sank deeper into the sofa, half of her face veiled in shadow, her expression full of melancholy. Jiang Cha moved her foot an inch forward, reaching out as if to touch her, but hesitated in mid-air.
“You don’t have to worry about being exposed.”
Xiao Yun’s eyebrow twitched. “Why?”
“Physically, you’ve developed to look very much like an Alpha,” Jiang Cha comforted her. “If you hadn’t said it yourself, I would never have doubted your identity.”
Xiao Yun turned around, pretending to be slightly heartened by the encouragement. She shifted her posture and crossed her legs. “Care to elaborate?”
Jiang Cha looked upward thoughtfully. “Well, you’re tall. Most female Betas don’t grow this tall. Your strength is impressive, too—Alphas are usually good fighters. And…” Jiang Cha’s gaze landed on her chest. “Alphas are usually quite… flat there.”
Xiao Yun instinctively hunched her shoulders. “Cough… you have a point.”
“Yunyun, you really don’t have to worry.” Jiang Cha reached out, took her hand, and patted it gently, a supportive smile gracing her face.
It had to be said—there was a reason why the Jiang Cha in the original book had so many lovers. Just look at her ability to soothe anxiety; she was so delicate and soft, who could resist? But who knew what she was actually plotting behind that facade?
Xiao Yun knew.
Her hand felt numb as she slowly withdrew it from Jiang Cha’s grasp. “Mm, hearing you say that makes me feel much better.”
Jiang Cha pursed her lips and added, “It’s all my fault. If my heat cycle hadn’t been so chaotic, I wouldn’t have treated you like that yesterday.”
Xiao Yun followed suit with an apology. “I shouldn’t have treated you that way either. But… why was your heat cycle so irregular?”
Jiang Cha fell into deep thought, her hand reaching for the back of her neck. She recalled the impact on her scent gland and immediately locked onto her target: Xia Yueyao. It was Xia Yueyao who had struck her gland. If it weren’t for her, Xiao Yun wouldn’t have had to reveal her true identity, sparing them both this awkwardness.
Seeing Jiang Cha fall silent, Xiao Yun snapped her fingers in front of her. “Do you know the reason?”
Jiang Cha’s eyes flickered. “No… maybe it’s just a common hormonal imbalance.” She rubbed her gland and rested her frail hand on her knee. Leaning against the headboard, her thin frame exuded a kind of sickly, fragile beauty.
Jiang Cha returned to her own cold, internal world for a moment before asking, “By the way, Yunyun, if you’re a Beta, what was with the pheromones you were emitting?”
Xiao Yun didn’t intend to hide it anymore. She got up, pulled an Alpha pheromone simulant from her suitcase, and tossed it over. The bottle traced an arc through the air before Jiang Cha caught it and read the small print on the label.
“This medicine… it’s only available abroad, right?”
Xiao Yun nodded. “Yes. You have to file a declaration if you buy a lot, so I’ve been buying it little by little.”
Jiang Cha recalled the night Xiao Yun was drunk, and the room was filled with the scent of lemon pheromones and alcohol. This brand of synthetic pheromones was enough to make an Omega go wild.
Jiang Cha’s brow arched. “Yunyun, can I borrow this?”
Xiao Yun saw her grip the bottle tightly, the corners of her mouth curling up and her eyes full of longing. She wanted to ask what it was for, but those innocent, deer-like eyes stopped her. Don’t ask; asking is a death sentence.
She swallowed hard. “Go ahead, take it.”
A faint smile brushed Jiang Cha’s lips.
A moment later, Jiang Cha’s phone rang. It was Honey. She swiped to unlock it. “Honey?”
“Jiangjiang! Are you feeling better?”
Jiang Cha gripped the phone. “Yes, much better. How did you know?”
“Oh, you guys took the day off today, so I thought you had a fight! Quick, look at the trending searches!”
Jiang Cha’s gaze sharpened. “What happened?”
“Everyone is saying you and Xiao Yun are having a falling out—that there’s trouble in paradise!”
“What?”
“Go see for yourself. We’re recording the show at a bar right now. Xia Yueyao and the others are having a blast; it’s making me so mad!”
“Okay, I got it.”
Jiang Cha hung up and immediately checked the real-time trending topics.
Top Tags:
#YunJiangCPinCrisis #PoolsideColdShoulder
#JiangChaRejectsXiaoYun
#IsTheYunJiangMarriageFake?
[Moonlight CP]: Hahaha, I knew it! They seemed so distant. The show’s been on for days and now the truth is finally out.
[Xia Yueyao’s Follower]: Exactly! Fans were just making up “sweet moments” out of thin air. The pool incident exposed them.
[Is it a political marriage?]
[The Yun-Jiang CP should just be renamed the “Strangers CP”.]
[CP Hunter]: Don’t be so judgmental. Even if Jiangjiang was pushing her away, let’s wait for a twist.
[Ginger Baby]: Haven’t you ever seen a couple bicker? Only your idols never fight, apparently. Didn’t you see Xiao Yun trying to coax Jiangjiang the whole time? Waiting for the reversal!
[Don’t believe the rumors!]
Jiang Cha bit her lip until it was red, her brow furrowed. This wasn’t the result she wanted. It was all because her heat cycle had been messed up yesterday, causing her instinctive fear of Alpha pheromones to lead to today’s backlash. Her fingers gripped the screen as she stared at it.
Xiao Yun suddenly leaned in, her silken black hair brushing against Jiang Cha’s shoulder, her warm skin lightly touching hers. “What’s wrong?”
Xiao Yun’s unique voice dropped to a low register as she caught sight of the pointless tags. “No wonder the director was looking at me suspiciously this morning. They’ve been editing things maliciously!”
She hadn’t meant to get so close, but Jiang Cha didn’t move away. She simply closed her phone. “Where are they now?”
At a small beach bar, four couples sat at a booth, chatting and listening to music. Naturally, they discussed the day’s trending topics. The interactions between Xia Yueyao and her wife were ranked in the top three, while the rest were dominated by negative news about the Yun-Jiang CP.
Xia Yueyao, holding a “Blue Enchantress” cocktail, leaned half-way into her Alpha’s embrace. She held a glass to her Alpha’s lips in an overtly intimate gesture.
“Actually, loving couples—especially during their honeymoon—should be as affectionate as we are,” Xia Yueyao said pointedly. “If things seem off during the honeymoon, perhaps the marriage isn’t very happy.”
Honey sat nearby, blowing her bangs in frustration, unsure of how to defend her friend. What is going on with Jiang Cha and Xiao Yun? The pool incident was indeed suspicious. Especially for newlyweds; logically, Jiang Cha shouldn’t have acted that way.
Big Rice and Little Rice sipped their drinks. “It’s normal for young couples to bicker. And you can see in the video that Xiao Yun was very attentive. Jiang Cha looked a bit unwell; maybe she had a cold.”
“A cold in the middle of summer?” Xia Yueyao sat up straight from her Alpha’s arms. “That’s unlikely.”
Little Rice whispered back, “Why not? Heatstroke feels a lot like a cold.”
“If there’s no problem, why haven’t they shown up all day? Director, should I go check on them? I want to try and mediate,” Xia Yueyao said, unable to win the argument with Little Rice, so she turned to Liao Yanyan for help.
Liao Yanyan, concerned only with ratings, didn’t know whether to speak up or stay silent.
“Director, maybe we should go have a look,” Xia Yueyao pushed.
“No need to trouble the Movie Queen. We’re doing just fine.”
A vibrant voice cut through the loud music from a distance. Xia Yueyao turned to see Jiang Cha and Xiao Yun walking toward them arm-in-arm, looking perfectly intimate.
The group greeted them: “Jiangjiang! Miss Xiao!”
Xiao Yun waved and surveyed the seating. “Director, where should we sit?”
Liao Yanyan, caught off guard by their sudden “ambush,” quickly arranged two seats at the booth. As luck would have it, Jiang Cha ended up sitting right next to Xia Yueyao, with Xiao Yun on Jiang Cha’s other side.
Xiao Yun stole a glance. Today, Jiang Cha was wearing a small red camisole dress that reached her ankles, but the slit went all the way up to her thigh. When she sat down and crossed her legs, she became a stunning focal point, her snow-white skin making the originally eye-catching Xia Yueyao look dim by comparison. She had also applied more vivid makeup, with the focus on her red lips; from a distance, she looked like a glamorous rose blooming in the snow.
Passing Alphas couldn’t help but stare. Even as they walked away, they discussed her loudly.
“That Omega just now was incredible.”
“Too bad she’s already got an Alpha with her.”
It wasn’t just that others noticed; Jiang Cha was making it obvious. As soon as she sat down, she leaned her head on Xiao Yun’s shoulder. She raised a wine glass, about to take a drink.
Xiao Yun caught the glass. “No, your body is still unstable.”
“But I’m thirsty.” Jiang Cha rubbed her face against Xiao Yun’s shoulder. Her skin was soft and sweet, making the hair on Xiao Yun’s arms stand up.
“I’ll order you some hot milk.”
“Yunyun is the best.”
Hiss— Xiao Yun felt like her ears were going to melt.
Honey stood up. “Jiangjiang, are you feeling better?”
Jiang Cha finally lifted her head and sat up, holding the stem of the glass between her index and middle fingers as she swirled the milk inside. “I’m fine now.”
Little Rice leaned in. “I heard your heat cycle was suddenly disrupted. Is your health okay?”
For an Omega, a disrupted heat cycle is a serious matter that can easily lead to complications.
“It’s fine, thanks to Yunyun being there.” Jiang Cha let go of the glass and pressed her cool fingertips against Xiao Yun’s wrist.
The others whispered in admiration.
“Xiao Yun, you’re amazing.”
“Since you’re a doctor, you can take care of Sister Jiang immediately if she feels unwell.”
Jiang Cha nodded. “Yesterday, Yunyun was the one who noticed something was wrong. Luckily, she had fever reducers and suppressants ready.”
Big Rice gossiped, “Are you sure the Second Miss only used suppressants? Hahaha.”
The group burst into laughter. Xiao Yun forced a dry smile. With the rumors debunked, the conversation shifted back to the villa. Xia Yueyao was fuming. As soon as those two arrived, the entire conversation revolved around them. She was left out in the cold, and with Jiang Cha sitting right next to her, her anger flared.
She stood up. “I’m going to the restroom. You guys keep chatting.”
Once Xia Yueyao left, Jiang Cha sat by Xiao Yun for a moment, her eyes fixed like a laser on Xia Yueyao’s retreating back.
Xiao Yun was busy playing the role of a “low-status” Alpha, peeling fruit for Jiang Cha. Jiang Cha didn’t look away, opening her mouth slightly to take a piece of cantaloupe. The juice glistened on her red lips, making them look even fuller.
Xiao Yun handed her a tissue. “Wipe your mouth.”
Jiang Cha took it but didn’t wipe her lips. Instead, she stood up and leaned in close to Xiao Yun’s ear. Her beautiful collarbone and shoulder brushed against Xiao Yun, her breath warm. “I’m going to the restroom.”
With that, Jiang Cha picked up her clutch and walked toward the restroom in ten-centimeter stilettos. Xiao Yun watched her back, lost in thought.
Beside her, Xia Yueyao’s Alpha raised a glass. “Miss Xiao.”
Xiao Yun turned and returned the toast. “Hello.”
“You’re staring,” the Alpha teased. “But your Omega is indeed… enchanting. An S-class Alpha like you can’t resist her charm. You’re very lucky.”
Xiao Yun hadn’t learned the art of flattery. “Indeed, I think our Jiangjiang is the most beautiful.”
The Alpha felt awkward—did this person not know how to engage in small talk? She tried to pivot: “I heard your family is in the pharmaceutical business.”
Xiao Yun kept her eyes on the restroom. Feeling uneasy, she stood up abruptly. “Excuse me, I’ve had a bit too much to drink. I need to use the restroom.”
The Alpha was baffled. “Miss Xiao?”
Xiao Yun left behind a cool silhouette, leaving her drink untouched.
Xia Yueyao finished using the restroom. As she leaned down to wash her hands, her hair fell forward, exposing her delicate scent gland. Suddenly, a cold chill hit her neck.
“What are you doing?” She dodged backward. Jiang Cha had just let go of her neck.
“Yueyue, I saw your hair was about to touch the water. It almost got dirty, so I helped you pull it back,” Jiang Cha said with a friendly smile.
Xia Yueyao breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thanks.” She was suspicious. She had hit Jiang Cha earlier that day, yet Jiang Cha didn’t seem to mind and was even being helpful.
“About yesterday… I didn’t mean it.” Xia Yueyao figured Jiang Cha was just gullible and stupid, so she offered a blanket apology. There are no permanent enemies in the entertainment industry.
Jiang Cha’s fingertips were damp. She rubbed her fingers together. “It’s fine. It was just a pillow.”
“Do you really not mind?” Xia Yueyao continued washing her hands.
Jiang Cha stood behind her, gently stroking her hair. Her fingers ran through the strands, bringing a series of chills. Her fingertips lightly brushed over Xia Yueyao’s gland before letting go.
Xia Yueyao finished washing. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.” Jiang Cha let go of her hair. “We shouldn’t care about bickering between fans.”
Xia Yueyao smiled back. “You’re right. No matter what others say, we’re in the same circle, right?”
Jiang Cha pursed her lips, looking perfectly innocent. Xia Yueyao couldn’t understand how someone with such a seductive appearance could be so gentle and “stupidly” sweet. She pulled her lips into a smile. “I’ll head back first.”
“Mm-hmm.”
After she left, the curve of Jiang Cha’s smile flattened into a thin line.
When Jiang Cha came out after washing her hands, a woman was leaning against the restroom door, arms crossed. Her hair was parted to the side, and her bold features were free of makeup. Today she wore a black deep-V dress; though there was no cleavage, her tall frame and aura made it impossible to think she was a Beta.
But she was. And that secret belonged only to Jiang Cha.
“Why are you here?” Jiang Cha walked over quickly, clutching her bag.
Xiao Yun let her arm be naturally taken. “I came to check on you. You were in there for a long time.”
A warmth rose in Jiang Cha’s heart. Xiao Yun was attentive and cared for her. As a Beta, she was truly wonderful. “Nothing was going to happen.”
Jiang Cha led her back to their seats. As soon as they sat down, they resumed their performance of feeding each other fruit. Xiao Yun peeled oranges for Jiang Cha; Jiang Cha fed her loquats.
As they were showing off their affection, Xia Yueyao suddenly cried out and stood up. Because the music was loud, only those near her heard.
“What’s wrong?”
Everyone looked over. Xia Yueyao’s face was bright red. She was drinking water frantically and tugging at her clothes as if losing control. “It’s so hot… it’s so itchy!” She reached back to claw at her scent gland.
“Yueyao, are you okay?” Her Alpha held her with concern.
Xia Yueyao’s nails left red marks on her own skin. “It hurts so much… something got in… it got in!”
“Stop scratching! Let’s get to the infirmary!”
Throughout the chaos, Jiang Cha didn’t even turn her head, focused on peeling a loquat. As Xiao Yun was about to stand up, a golden, plump loquat was held to her lips. “Yunyun, have a loquat.”
The fruit of victory, Jiang Cha thought.
“Oh.” Xiao Yun took a bite, her heart feeling unsettled. She thought Jiang Cha was remarkably calm as the medical staff carried away a near-manic Xia Yueyao.
“What happened to her?” Jiang Cha asked casually.
Xiao Yun watched the crowd. “It should be pheromone disruption.” She had read about it in medical books. “Once an Omega is fully marked, they can’t be interfered with by other pheromones at close range. Otherwise, it’s agonizing—anything from itching to a tearing pain.”
Xiao Yun stared at her while explaining.
“Oh.” Jiang Cha nodded, her eyelashes drooping as she blinked subtly.
A moment later, Xia Yueyao was taken away, and Director Liao Yanyan rushed back. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Everyone, continue recording!” Nothing was allowed to interrupt the show’s progress—this was the professional code Liao Yanyan had upheld for years.
It was now midnight. The beach music grew intense, like a drizzle turning into a storm. People relaxed by the alcohol stood up and began to dance to the beat. There was a dance floor in the center of the stage, and the crowd flocked toward it. Alphas held their Omegas, taking advantage of the dim lights and the intoxication to flirt. The sea breeze carried thick smoke and a cocktail of various pheromones, turning the peaceful night into a boisterous affair.
“Let’s go dance.” Jiang Cha took her wrist and led her toward the dance floor.
“Eh?” Xiao Yun followed stiffly. Jiang Cha’s ink-black hair hung down, and the scent of roses wafted from her strands. It felt as if Xiao Yun could just barely circle Jiang Cha in her arms. “I don’t know how to dance.” She was a doctor who had studied combat, not dancing.
“It’s easy.” Jiang Cha turned around and looked up at her, adjusting her earpiece. “Yunyun, I’ll teach you.”
Jiang Cha’s face was inches away. She hooked a finger at her. She was like a talking rose; if you passed her by, she would call out to you, demanding you admire her.
Xiao Yun was stunned. The dance floor was hot, but Jiang Cha’s hand was cool as it rested on her waist. Her fingertips slowly crawled upward, stopping at the position of her left ribs. Xiao Yun’s heart nearly stopped. Then, Jiang Cha bypassed the vital spots, her fingers “walking” across her body until they reached the third rib. Her fingers were like drumsticks that hadn’t quite struck yet.
“Your heartbeat is steady.” Jiang Cha leaned in. “Heart rate stable—suitable for dancing.”
They were so close that Jiang Cha’s head was almost touching her chin. “Yunyun, what do you want to dance?”
Xiao Yun’s internal heat wouldn’t subside. She took Jiang Cha’s hand, placed it against her own cheek, and turned her head slightly, rubbing her nose against Jiang Cha’s palm. “Just teach me whatever. Keep it simple.”
She had a sharp nose; she could smell the lingering scent of lemon pheromones in the crevices of Jiang Cha’s nails. The weight in her heart began to throb like a drum.
“Heartbeat is racing now,” Jiang Cha teased.
“Mm,” Xiao Yun answered calmly, quickly letting go of her hand, though the piercing chill remained on her fingertips.
It was proven: of all people, do not provoke Jiang Cha.
While Xiao Yun was musing internally, Jiang Cha wrapped her arms around her shoulders. “I’ll teach you the ballroom dance.”
“Huh?”
Jiang Cha was quite bold, grabbing Xiao Yun’s hovering hands and placing one on her waist and the other on her back. Her waist was like a lithe snake; her back like thin wings. Xiao Yun’s fingertips felt numb.
“Let’s begin.”
Jiang Cha’s waist swayed in her palms, and the vertebrae of her back felt like piano keys. Xiao Yun curled her fingers, not daring to press firmly against her. Jiang Cha moved like a little cat in her arms. Xiao Yun stood as stiff as reinforced concrete, her breath long since knocked out of her.
“You’re not dancing right,” Jiang Cha reminded her.
Xiao Yun thought to herself: I’m not dancing at all. “What’s wrong?” Her consciousness snapped back.
Jiang Cha stopped. At that moment, the music stopped too. Everyone around them paused. A new piece of music, “Por una Cabeza,” began to play.
Jiang Cha took her hand again, pried her knuckles open, and placed it back on her waist. “Keep it there. Don’t move.”
Through the thin fabric, Xiao Yun could feel the silkiness and softness of her skin. She regretted it—telling her she was a Beta meant not only being mocked but also being used as a tool without hesitation. Now she was in trouble; she felt a chill on her neck and felt like her “doomsday” was drawing near.
“I’m dead.”
“What?”
“Okay.”
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