After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, I Marked the Crazy Hotshot – Chapter 107

Cheng Jing X Tu Xiuxiu

Don’t be wise

Tu Xiuxiu’s body was pushed down onto the vanity.

All the assorted ornaments and cosmetics on top were scattered across its surface. A box of loose powder flipped over twice before rolling to the floor, spreading out like a pile of ashes.

The cyan opera costume was pulled down to her shoulders, revealing slender and lustrous skin. Cheng Jing pressed against her from behind…

Cupping Tu Xiuxiu’s chin with one hand, she squeezed it lightly with her thumb and forefinger, forcing those rosy lips apart.

Her action, coupled with Tu Xiuxiu’s expression, created a nearly wanton scene.

“This is the theater,” Tu Xiuxiu said, her breathing labored.

She had little strength to resist.

Her hip bones pressed against the edge of the table, aching from the pressure, but further down, it was like a valley wet after the rain, a deep sinking.

Cheng Jing appeared relatively clear-headed. She just gave a hoarse-voiced hum of acknowledgment.

Weren’t we just changing clothes?

The subtext was clear: What are you afraid of? I’m not going to do anything.

If I were really going to do something, I would have done it long ago.

Ten minutes later.

Tu Xiuxiu stood inside the changing curtain, looking down to pull up the zipper on her side. The skin on her waist was still red.

Cheng Jing hadn’t done anything, really. She had only helped her remove her outer robe, only pinched her white skin pink.

Her legs were still trembling a little.

She glanced at the used wet wipe in the trash can, and her face flushed red again.

Outside the curtain, Cheng Jing sat on a chair with her legs crossed, her back to the changing curtain. She was toying with that white fan in her hand, the thoughts in her eyes hard to discern.

Hearing only the rustling sounds of friction and the zip of a zipper, she stood up.

A craving for a cigarette was setting in.

Cheng Jing said she would wait outside.

She opened the door and walked out.

The rain outside was still heavy, showing no signs of stopping.

Cheng Jing stood at the entrance of the opera house and lit a cigarette. The wind swept by, blowing a misty rain onto her, bringing with it a chill.

Seeing her standing in the wind, the driver ran over a few steps to bring her windbreaker. She didn’t refuse, simply letting it drape over her elbow.

She wasn’t cold; in fact, she felt a restless heat.

“It’s been so long. I didn’t expect President Cheng to be so persistent.”

Cheng Jing glanced sideways.

Wang Rou was standing beside her in a long blue and white dress. With her natural assets, her aura wasn’t bad.

She retracted her gaze, exhaled a plume of smoke, and didn’t reply.

Wang Rou gave a cold laugh. She knew Cheng Jing looked down on her, and she also knew who Tu Xiuxiu had been hurt for in the past.

She said, “Xiuxiu is still unwilling to go back. Hasn’t President Cheng considered why?”

Cheng Jing: “Why don’t you tell me?”

Wang Rou showed no fear. “You’re just playing around with Xiuxiu. For people like you, what you’ve lost is always the most precious. Once you get it back, you won’t cherish her at all… I think Xiuxiu understands your character better than I do.”

Cheng Jing pulled her lips into a faint smile, so light it seemed to float in the sound of the rain.

Her red lips parted slightly as she asked, “Anything else?”

Wang Rou’s expression didn’t show any anger. She turned to say seriously, “President Cheng, since you’ve already hurt her once, why must you come and provoke her a second time? Xiuxiu is a woman who deserves to be treated with wholehearted devotion. Why don’t you just let her go?”

If Cheng Jing had been in a slightly better mood, if she didn’t have that restless heat in her body, she might have deigned to ‘chat’ for another two sentences.

But unfortunately, she wasn’t.

She lifted her eyelids slightly, her voice cool and faint. “Do you know what the biggest difference is between you and me?”

Wang Rou didn’t understand her meaning.

Cheng Jing turned to extinguish her cigarette. The driver, a meter away, was already a step ahead of her, coming forward to take the cigarette butt from her with a wet wipe.

Only then did Cheng Jing slowly say, “It’s that I can make you disappear from this industry without a sound, starting from this very moment. But you… can’t do that.”

It was a voice that permitted no argument.

Wang Rou’s expression suddenly stiffened. She looked at Cheng Jing, but Cheng Jing didn’t even spare her a glance.

This was the scene Tu Xiuxiu saw when she came out.

She didn’t know what Cheng Jing had said, but Wang Rou’s face was a little pale.

She walked over, and Wang Rou gave her a deep look.

That look held too many emotions, and it was far too complex.

Cheng Jing turned back, draped the windbreaker in her hand directly onto Tu Xiuxiu’s shoulders, then took the open umbrella from the driver, blocking Tu Xiuxiu’s line of sight.

“Let’s go.”

Once in the car.

Tu Xiuxiu placed the windbreaker beside her and asked, “What did you say to Wang Rou just now?”

Cheng Jing closed her eyes. They were very sore, and she was truly weary.

She said casually, “I threatened her a little.”

It was astonishingly blunt.

But Tu Xiuxiu was used to it and asked in a soft voice, “So how did President Cheng threaten her?”

“Want to know?” Cheng Jing turned her head.

“I do.”

Tu Xiuxiu’s hair was in a bun that had come slightly loose. She had changed into a black qipao with white embroidery, specially designed with a cutout below the collar that revealed half a collarbone.

Snow-white.

Below, she wore thin, flesh-colored stockings that had a sheen.

But she felt that the way it looked underneath, originally, was better.

Cheng Jing was thus reminded of the sight from earlier, when the opera costume had been peeled off.

Cheng Jing casually reached for Tu Xiuxiu’s collar. The movement was so fast that Tu Xiuxiu flinched back an inch, not a large movement.

The next second, Cheng Jing’s fingers hooked a stray strand of hair from the edge of her collarbone. Then, gazing at Tu Xiuxiu’s expression, which had already recovered from its alarm, she said with a meaningful tone:

“I was afraid I’d scare you.”

“Am I that delicate in your eyes?”

“At certain times, yes,” Cheng Jing said, looking into her eyes.

Tu Xiuxiu felt burned by her gaze and didn’t ask again.

She only said softly that there was no need to bother with Wang Rou. She felt compelled to remind her—Cheng Jing was swift and decisive; once she set her mind on a course of action, she was ruthless enough to make someone weep on the spot.

Wang Rou hadn’t done anything wrong.

Cheng Jing agreed very simply, “Alright.”

Her tone was indulgent.

Completely compliant with her wishes.

“Just this once.”

Cheng Jing added a sentence—

You said not to bother, so I’ll let it go this time. Next time, for her, it might not just be a threat. Wang Rou did nothing wrong, it’s just that my mind is petty and can’t tolerate a grain of sand.

The explanation was patient, as if she were telling a story, her dominance made one’s heart stir.

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As usual, they went to the restaurant that had been booked.

At times like these, Tu Xiuxiu would feel that this overly mundane way she and Cheng Jing spent time together was like the afterglow of a sunny day in Copenhagen.

So beautiful, she feared only that it came as quickly as it would go.

After dinner, the rain outside was still falling.

Cheng Jing didn’t have much of an appetite today. She had been running on fumes for the past few days and hadn’t slept much on the plane; adjusting to the time difference wasn’t easy.

Tu Xiuxiu said, “You should get some sleep.”

Cheng Jing closed her eyes for a short rest. “I’ll just close my eyes for ten minutes.”

“I’ll wake you when we arrive.”

Ten minutes is fine, Cheng Jing said.

“Why?”

“To spend a little more time with you.”

Tu Xiuxiu felt that sometimes, in front of Cheng Jing, it was easy for her to become a love-struck fool¹.
Because it was extremely difficult to control this fluttering feeling.

She said, “I didn’t ask you to accompany me.”

Cheng Jing let out a low laugh and rephrased, “I want to.”

Cheng Jing closed her eyes to rest.

Tu Xiuxiu turned to look out the window. After a while, she turned back. She hadn’t reapplied her makeup after eating, so Cheng Jing’s lipstick had faded a little. Coupled with her closed eyes, her sleeping face lost some of its intensity.

It wasn’t as sharp.

If you’re so tired, you really don’t have to come over.

You don’t have to see me home.

You don’t have to go to so much trouble.

Tu Xiuxiu wanted to say this twice.

But when the words reached her throat, she instinctively took them back—she probably didn’t want to say them either.

Being soft-hearted was one thing.

Hoping Cheng Jing would go to the trouble was another thing entirely.

She even hoped that Cheng Jing would go to a little more trouble for her.

Yet all these thoughts wavered whenever her gaze fell upon Cheng Jing’s weary face.

Tu Xiuxiu’s hand landed on the windbreaker, touching the slightly stiff and cool texture. She lowered her eyes.

She saw a small notebook fall out of the windbreaker’s pocket.

Cheng Jing spent a lot of time on the road and had a habit of carrying this kind of small memo pad.

She pulled it out.

Cheng Jing’s handwriting was sharp, just like her.

She flipped through it casually, then her gaze paused on a page in the middle.

It was written there.

—Dislikes okra.

Tu Xiuxiu knew clearly in her heart that in this moment, she was happy, joyous, and filled with a sense of bliss.

She didn’t look down on her own wavering.

She only blamed Cheng Jing. Why did this tenderness, this special treatment, only come now?

Halfway through the drive.

Tu Xiuxiu put the notebook back. She crossed her legs, and suddenly, in her field of vision, she saw that the stocking on her calf had a run in it, like a little worm. It was very unsightly.

They were on their way home anyway, so it wasn’t like anyone would see.

But the more Tu Xiuxiu looked at it, the more of an eyesore she found it.

She turned her head to glance at Cheng Jing, whose eyes were closed…

The stockings weren’t pantyhose, they went up to her thighs, so even if she took them off, the movement wouldn’t be large. It would only take a few seconds.

She didn’t know that Cheng Jing wasn’t actually asleep.

The moment she bent over slightly, Cheng Jing opened her eyes.

Cheng Jing stared at the motion of her taking off the stocking. A thin layer was rolled onto her fair fingers, peeled off inch by inch, revealing the milky-white skin of her leg.

She seemed to smell the fragrance of white peaches.

Cheng Jing’s eyes darkened, all sleepiness gone. Her fingers tapped lightly on her black dress. Silent, yet heavy.

She leaned over, pinched the crook of Tu Xiuxiu’s knee to pull her closer, and then cupped the back of Tu Xiuxiu’s head with her palm and kissed her.

Tu Xiuxiu’s surprise made it convenient for her to deepen the kiss.

Their lips and teeth tangled.

The instant their heat met, Tu Xiuxiu instinctively closed her eyes.

But she hadn’t forgotten there were others in the car. She subconsciously shrank back. Cheng Jing pursued her, kissing her for a few more seconds before letting her go.

Cheng Jing lowered her head and stared at Tu Xiuxiu’s lips. “Was that on purpose?”

Tu Xiuxiu felt the stocking that was halfway off being idly hooked by Cheng Jing, released, and then flicked gently.

She held her breath and said, “Who did it on purpose?”

She explained that it was torn.

Cheng Jing looked at her for a moment and said, “Mm… if it wasn’t on purpose, then let’s deal with it when we get back.”

Her words were heavy with implication.

“Unless you want to… in the car…”

Occasionally, when Cheng Jing’s words turned roguish, it would give one a sense of dissociation.

It didn’t seem like something she would say.

Tu Xiuxiu’s ears turned red. She made a show of pushing Cheng Jing, but her hand was caught.

The woman’s hand was a little larger than hers, but its temperature was lower.

Their eyes met.

A car drove past outside, its tires rolling over the wet ground with a brief, noisy sound.

Yet the air inside grew silent.

A strange atmosphere lingered between the two of them—fine, thick, and entangling, like melted cotton candy.

It made one unable to resist leaning in for a lick.

After a long moment, Cheng Jing released Tu Xiuxiu’s hand. Before returning to her seat, she reached out and wiped the corner of the Omega’s lips, where the lipstick had been smeared by the kiss.

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The car stopped outside the residential complex. The rain had almost stopped.

The two of them walked a short distance to the apartment building.

The ground was wet and puddled with water. The wind blew in gusts, and every breath was filled with dampness.

Cheng Jing saw her to the entrance of the building, standing at the bottom of the stairs as usual.

She had never taken the initiative to go upstairs.

She waited a few seconds.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Tu Xiuxiu went upstairs. The elevator stopped on the sixth floor. She walked quickly into her apartment, turned on the light, and then went to the window.

Just in time to see the sight of Cheng Jing turning to leave.

One time, the elevator had stopped on the third floor. A child from the building had gotten on the wrong floor, and she had helped take them back.

Cheng Jing had called her, asking why she hadn’t arrived yet.

Only then did she realize that Cheng Jing always waited for the light in her room to turn on before leaving.

Tu Xiuxiu looked down at Cheng Jing’s receding figure. In a short while, that figure was obscured by the shadows of the trees below…

She suddenly thought, the time it takes to get from Beicheng to Copenhagen is too long.

She didn’t know when their next meeting would be.

Ten minutes passed.

Tu Xiuxiu lowered her head, bent over, and took off the stocking she hadn’t removed in the car, tossing it into the trash.

After taking one off, she stared at the stocking, and a restless feeling stirred in her heart.

She remembered the red marks on her skin in the dressing room, remembered the kiss in the car.

She clenched her fingers, impulse and desire running parallel in her heart. The unstoppable thoughts that surged forth were like bursting seeds.

She remembered a quote.

‘The most beautiful part of life is often imprisoned… To act, one must not consider whether the act is good or bad, one must not worry if this love is good or evil… In short, do not be wise, but love…’【1】

She didn’t completely agree with this wild sentiment.

But she did agree that love doesn’t require too much wisdom.

How could one be wise about something that couldn’t be controlled?

Tu Xiuxiu’s heart pounded ever more violently from unease, from excitement, from the surging thoughts.

She picked up her phone, but she thought, it’s been so long, Cheng Jing must have left already.

The call connected very quickly.

A bit of wind accompanied the electric current. She fell silent for a moment.

Then she called out a name.

“Cheng Jing.”

“Mm.”

She didn’t speak, just letting the silence hang.

Then, she heard the sound of a car door closing.

Followed by the crisp click of high heels on the asphalt road.

Cheng Jing said, “Xiuxiu, open the downstairs door.”

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Cheng Jing had been in the car the whole time. She just seemed to be pulled and held by something, stuck in place, unable to tell the driver to go.

Stalling, as well.

A cigarette had burned halfway down, but she hadn’t taken more than a couple of drags.

She wasn’t in the mood.

She could still smell the Omega’s faint fragrance in the car; wisps of the white peach scent wove into her breath.

She opened the window, but then felt it was a pity to let it dissipate.

Ten minutes of silence.

Cheng Jing took a deep breath, just about to tell the driver to leave.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated.

She answered it.

And heard her name being called from the other end.

Soft, coming from far away, yet as if right beside her.

Just as it had been all these years.

Tu Xiuxiu had actually always been by her side. It was just that in the past, her heart had been clouded by prospects and past events, so she always failed to see what was right in front of her.

Later, at some unknown point, she had suddenly woken up.

She didn’t know if the Buddhist saying that turning back is the shore² would work for her.

But she was turning back with a sincere heart.

The first half of her life had been full of hardships; wrongdoings and regrets were numerous.

But for the second half of her life, she thought, at least when it came to that girl, Tu Xiuxiu, she wouldn’t be wrong again.

There was one thing Wang Rou had said that was right—Tu Xiuxiu was worth it.

She believed the Buddha had heard her.

Otherwise, this call wouldn’t have come at this exact moment.

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The elevator reached the sixth floor, and the doors opened.

There was a fine sheen of sweat on Cheng Jing’s forehead, her breathing not quite steady.

She took a step into the narrow entryway, and the door slammed shut.

She pulled Tu Xiuxiu into her arms. Her long-empty heart, everything that had been shattered, seemed to be suddenly filled to bursting with cotton candy.

The qipao was bunched up entirely at her waist.

The kiss left Tu Xiuxiu almost unable to breathe.

Cheng Jing held her as they fell onto the sofa…

The only thing Tu Xiuxiu could do was clamp her legs tightly around Cheng Jing’s waist.

There was still one stocking left on her leg.

On Cheng Jing’s waist, on her back.

Pleasure and suffocation washed over her.

And still, Cheng Jing pressed, whispering in her ear, “When are you coming back?”

Deliberately, as if wanting her to answer in her state of abandon.

Brokenly.

“President… Cheng… aren’t you… tired of… chasing… anymore?”

“If I were tired of chasing, why would I have come?”

“Xiuxiu, if you haven’t made up your mind, we have all the time in the world.”

Cheng Jing said, in the past, you were always the one waiting for me. Now, it’s fine for me to wait a little. Whenever you want to see me, just let me know, and I’ll come.

It’s nothing more than a trip across the ocean.

Okay?

Cheng Jing lowered her head to kiss her.

Tu Xiuxiu couldn’t hold back and closed her eyes.

Tonight, the wind was from the southeast again, but the rain had already stopped.

Tu Xiuxiu recalled that the rain had already stopped when Cheng Jing was seeing her home.

And from that night Cheng Jing had stayed for her, her defenses had long since crumbled into a rout; everything after that was merely token resistance.

She was about to be kneaded into Cheng Jing.

She whispered in Cheng Jing’s ear, “This moment.”

Cheng Jing understood.

When are you coming back?

This moment.

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The author has something to say:

The story of JingXiu is really over. If I write any more, it’ll become a whole book. Thank you all for loving this story! 《It’s a Secret Relationship》, a similar type of story with a CEO vs. a Kunqu opera beauty, is available. Feel free to add it to your collection.

【1】 — Gide.³

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