After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, I Marked the Crazy Hotshot – Chapter 36

There Was This Clause

Cheng Jiqing naturally understood the meaning behind those words. Having interacted a few times before, she was keenly aware of the impact and threat this situation posed to her.

“Let me change my shoes.”

She pretended not to understand, thinking to first put some distance between them…

Holding Bai Xin, she turned slightly sideways, intending to lower her head and change her shoes. But Bai Xin gave her no opportunity to maneuver. With strength that came from nowhere—or perhaps Cheng Jiqing simply forgot to resist—

Bai Xin pressed her body forward, actually forcing Cheng Jiqing back directly.

High heels scraped chaotically against the porcelain tiles, filling the vast living room with a sound that was both piercing and ambiguous.

And breathing that was hard to conceal.

“What are you hiding from?”

Bai Xin’s expression was calm as usual, but a closer look revealed eyes filled with profound intentions. She lifted her gaze slightly, her peach blossom eyes cold and bewitching.

“Do you need me… to teach you?”

The words struck right at the heart.

Cheng Jiqing’s ears were ringing. She reminded herself that she had just entered into an agreement marriage with Bai Xin. Not a real marriage. Not a real wife-wife relationship.

They were only in an agreement relationship.

Devoid of feelings.

Cheng Jiqing, you absolutely cannot lose your head here. Cheng Jiqing reminded herself internally.

The temperature rose.

Finally snapping back to herself, Cheng Jiqing gripped Bai Xin’s shoulders and continued from her previous sentence: “Let’s stop fooling around, Teacher Bai. If you’re feeling unwell, we can hug for a bit. If you’re not feeling unwell, then, just forget it…”

The latter half of her sentence trailed off as her gaze met Bai Xin’s, which seemed faintly dim.

Bai Xin’s hand squeezed her waist, and with a motion that seemed like a push, Cheng Jiqing suddenly stumbled back several steps. Her lower back hit the peninsula counter¹, her hands instinctively reaching behind her, palms bracing against the edge of the counter.

It was cool to the touch, yet it did nothing to lower the heat.

This posture wasn’t something Cheng Jiqing struck intentionally; it was purely an instantaneous reaction to maintain balance, yet unknowingly, it made the atmosphere even more amorous.

Bai Xin lowered her eyes for a glance. The denim jumpsuit, stretched slightly taut, hugged her curves, making Bai Xin’s throat feel itchy.

Ignoring the injury on her left hand, she placed both hands on Cheng Jiqing’s shoulders, her voice like a cat’s coquettish meow, devastatingly sweet: “Cheng Jiqing, I feel unwell.”

Cheng Jiqing: “…”

It’s starting, isn’t it?

Cheng Jiqing thought Bai Xin might have discovered some pattern to break the deadlock—acting soft towards her.

Just as she was about to pull the other woman away, she suddenly felt a light press on the gland on her neck.

Like a caress, sometimes light, sometimes heavy.

Cheng Jiqing shuddered, her cheeks instantly flushing hot. As a novice who had just entered the ABO world, how could she withstand this!

Bai Xin leaned closer, the hem of her short skirt brushing against Cheng Jiqing’s jeans.

Her eyes darkened. Clenching her teeth, she suddenly bent down, hooked her arms under Bai Xin’s legs, and lifted her onto the peninsula counter. The fabric gathered into slight folds, bunching up in Cheng Jiqing’s hands.

“Don’t move anymore, okay? If you move again, no more hugging,” Cheng Jiqing’s voice was husky, half warning, half dangerous.

“I don’t necessarily want a hug.”

There was only a three-centimeter height difference between them. For Bai Xin, being on top actually gave her more control. She lowered her head, her right hand hooking Cheng Jiqing’s collar, pulling her closer.

“Can’t we… try another way?”

Softly spoken, but her eyes held intensity.

Cheng Jiqing gritted her teeth. “No.”

“Bai Xin, let’s stop fooling around.” Cheng Jiqing cleared her throat. “I told you before, I won’t mark you again. Our current relationship also…”

Before Cheng Jiqing could finish, Bai Xin cut her off: “I wasn’t talking about marking either.”

Cheng Jiqing froze.

Bai Xin said, “Was marking the only thing you did that night at the villa?”

The corners of Cheng Jiqing’s eyes were already tinged with red, tumultuous waves suppressed within her fox-like eyes. Her inner state was not as calm as her surface appearance suggested.

The moment Bai Xin finished speaking, Cheng Jiqing’s fingers tingled with heat.

Her throat moved.

The only light on in the living room was the warm yellow lamp in the entryway; Cheng Jiqing hadn’t had time to turn on the main lights when she came in.

Cheng Jiqing tilted her head up; Bai Xin lowered hers, her gaze pausing briefly on the small mole on Cheng Jiqing’s throat.

Cheng Jiqing’s flat abdomen brushed against Bai Xin’s knee.

Ready to ignite at any moment.

At this moment, Bai Xin raised her injured left hand again, her burning hot hand reaching to touch Cheng Jiqing’s lips.

A rare, scorching heat.

A temperature that pleased Bai Xin.

Cheng Jiqing, bewitched², lost herself in that gentle touch, surprisingly making no move, until she felt those fingers land on the button of her collar—Bai Xin undid one button with a single hand.

The next second, Cheng Jiqing’s body retreated a step…

Bai Xin’s hand was left empty, her knee also finding nothing. She stared at Cheng Jiqing for a moment, the warmth in her eyes gradually cooling.

Then she lifted her foot and kicked Cheng Jiqing away. It wasn’t a forceful kick, but enough to widen the distance. Then she jumped down from the peninsula counter.

Cheng Jiqing instinctively reached out to steady her, unintentionally grabbing Bai Xin’s injured left hand. She heard a low cry of pain.

At the same time, she felt dampness in her palm. She realized it was blood.

Cheng Jiqing pulled the woman back, pushed up her sleeve. Even in the dim light, the wretched state of the bleeding was visible.

She sucked in a breath. “Are you crazy? Why didn’t you say it was bleeding this badly?!”

Bai Xin retorted, “None of your business.”

Cheng Jiqing, ignoring her pique for the moment, switched to grabbing her right hand and pulled her over to sit on the sofa.

“You sit here and wait.” Cheng Jiqing’s tone became unconsciously stern. Perhaps because of this, Bai Xin found it novel, and her earlier anger actually subsided somewhat.

Cheng Jiqing quickly returned with the first-aid kit. Fortunately, there was still some gauze left.

She uncovered Bai Xin’s wound, carefully peeling off the old dressing.

“Don’t you feel pain?”

“Does whether I feel pain or not have anything to do with you?”

Cheng Jiqing knew this tone meant she was angry again. She stopped talking, only aware that the hand she held was very, very hot, reminding her again and again of what had just happened.

She could still feel Bai Xin’s closeness on her lips, her collar.

Dipping a cotton swab in iodine, looking at the wound, Cheng Jiqing reined in her thoughts. She lowered her head, blowing gently twice after each wipe.

Then she saw tiny bumps rise on Bai Xin’s skin…

Bai Xin watched Cheng Jiqing’s actions. She curled her hand slightly, her gland growing restless again.

“Cheng Jiqing, did you actually read the special agreement or not?”

“I read it.”

“Page five, clause 72: During a heat period or agitation period, if the other party requires it, one must cooperate to the best of their ability. Did you read that too?”

Cheng Jiqing: “…?”

Huh?

What?

Cheng Jiqing looked up, her blinking frequency increasing.

Bai Xin: “You didn’t see it, did you?”

Cheng Jiqing: “…There’s such a clause?”

“So if you had seen this clause, you wouldn’t have signed the marriage agreement, right?” Bai Xin asked slowly. Even though her body currently felt like it was perched on a volcano, she endured.

With Cheng Jiqing, haste wouldn’t work.

Cheng Jiqing was still in shock. How could there be such a clause? If Bai Xin’s expression weren’t so serious, she would have thought it was a joke.

It was too absurd.

Her relationship with Bai Xin had already become somewhat strange. If this was added on top, what did it make things now?

Cheng Jiqing’s brief silence became tacit agreement in Bai Xin’s eyes.

Bai Xin’s face darkened, her eyes narrowing. “You regret it.”

“…”

Cheng Jiqing’s feelings were complicated; regret wasn’t quite the right word.

Her thoughts were a bit chaotic. Why would Bai Xin write such a clause? Did Bai Xin herself know what it implied?

She lowered her head to finish bandaging Bai Xin’s wound, tying a knot, then carefully wrapping it with tape, bit by bit.

“I really didn’t see it… but it’s not regret, I just feel it’s not quite appropriate.”

“Why?”

“The relationship isn’t right.” Cheng Jiqing voiced her thoughts. “Do you really not feel that?”

“I don’t.”

“…”

Cheng Jiqing finished bandaging the wound and looked up. Seeing the sweat on Bai Xin’s forehead, her flushed cheeks, her gaze flickered. “Alright, not seeing it was my problem. As for cooperating, it doesn’t necessarily have to be that way, we can discuss it further. Most importantly, you’re not in heat right now.”

“So you’d be willing if I were in heat?”

Bai Xin braced her right hand on the sofa, leaning closer. “Does it have to be during heat?”

“No… that’s not it.” Cheng Jiqing’s brain lagged for a second, stimulated by the sudden proximity of the heat source. “You almost led me astray³. What I mean is, whether it’s heat or not, it’s… inappropriate.”

“Is it?”

Bai Xin asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to?”

Cheng Jiqing was so thirsty she could barely swallow.

Bai Xin scrutinized her, her gaze almost tangible, drilling into her organs, especially her pounding heart and her gland.

“Cheng Jiqing, feel it again. Am I in heat right now?”

As Bai Xin’s words fell, Cheng Jiqing smelled the fatal scent belonging to an Omega.

The scent of lilies slowly seeped from Bai Xin’s gland. Cheng Jiqing thought, there’s only one gland, it’s clearly so tiny, yet the dangerous molecules of fragrant honey rushed towards her like a waterfall.

Intense and full of passion.

Cheng Jiqing’s back was drenched in sweat from restraint.

Already on the edge of her resistance, the Omega pheromone was like adding frost to snow⁴ for her.

“Your expression, your dryness, tells me what you’re thinking,” Bai Xin said, looking at Cheng Jiqing’s lips.

“I’m thinking it too, so… why not?”

Bai Xin’s low, husky voice carried the deep fragrance of lilies, like a Gu⁵, like ropes, gradually rendering Cheng Jiqing unable to move.

Turns out, she wasn’t a gentleman. Cheng Jiqing thought.

No, she never was.

It should be okay, right?

Why not?

Cheng Jiqing bit the tip of her tongue, her gland beginning to ache and swell. Her remaining rationality warned her—the point where her desire ignited was before Bai Xin’s pheromones. That was the most dangerous part.

It wasn’t just being compelled.

It was autonomous desire for this woman.

This was what worried her most.

She felt like she was sinking bit by bit, like stepping into a swamp, sinking a little deeper with each step from the very beginning.

If it was just thoughts now, there was still time… to pull back.

They weren’t anything to each other.

She didn’t want to take the risk either.

Bai Xin kept watching Cheng Jiqing’s eyes. Even though she was already tormented by her heat, she still gave Cheng Jiqing time. Or rather, she was tossing out bait, little by little.

She knew—Cheng Jiqing was wavering.

That was enough.

She curved her lips, strands of hair sticking to the fine sweat on her face, the charm of her dimples unprecedentedly alluring.

Alarm bells screamed in Cheng Jiqing’s mind, but her body was a hundred times more honest than her forcibly twisted consciousness.

It liked Bai Xin’s scent.

Was captivated by Bai Xin’s scent.

And accepted Bai Xin’s scent.

Cheng Jiqing made a final struggle, preparing to stand up. “We have an agreement…”

Bai Xin suddenly moved closer, kissing her throat.

Cheng Jiqing’s heart leaped violently, all remaining thoughts instantly melting away.

Her eyes widened slightly. All she knew was that her body was filled with the scent of lilies, that something inside her gland was about to burst out…

Bai Xin’s soft, scorching lips parted slightly from her throat. “Cheng Jiqing, don’t let me look down on you. You can’t even handle this?”

Bai Xin bit down gently again, right on the spot with the small mole.

“!”

Cheng Jiqing thought despairingly, Bai Xin was truly too much, leaving her absolutely no chance.

Utterly devastating.

There was no way out⁶.

One way was death beneath her skirt⁷, the other was death by endurance.

Doing it meant death, not doing it also meant death…

Cheng Jiqing’s heart sank. Her hands wrapped around Bai Xin’s waist. She leaned down to bite Bai Xin’s neck, only realizing belatedly that she had already tumbled onto the sofa with Bai Xin.

She didn’t perform a temporary marking, because the interval was too short; doing it too frequently wasn’t good for Bai Xin.

So she tacitly agreed to another form of soothing.

Bai Xin clutched her stiff collar, her face flushed like a cherry.

Her eyes questioned why she had stopped.

Cheng Jiqing’s earlobes burned red. “Don’t grip me so tightly with your hand.”

“Don’t worry about it…”

“There’s no more gauze at home.”

“…”

How could Bai Xin possibly listen to her saying these things? What was the point? She frowned.

Cheng Jiqing said, “It’s inconvenient here.”

She pulled down Bai Xin’s skirt, which had ridden up.

As her words fell, Bai Xin let out a soft cry as Cheng Jiqing scooped her up by the waist.

Cheng Jiqing said hoarsely, “The bed.”

Bai Xin’s breathing was unsteady. Biting her lip, she leaned close to her ear. “Then let’s go to my room.”

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Summer nights often carried the sound of cicadas, intermittent, high-pitched then low, unrestrained then suppressed.

When unrestrained, it seemed ready to startle anyone from their dreams at any moment; when suppressed, the sound resembled some young lady’s stifled weeping.

Cheng Jiqing suppressed her nature, yielding to her, not finding it tiring at all.

Until that person couldn’t cry out anymore, utterly spent.

Early morning.

Cheng Jiqing woke up groggily. Seeing the person in her arms, someone she had seen countless times before, she was still stunned by Bai Xin’s beauty⁸.

The curtains in Bai Xin’s room were half-drawn. She could even clearly see the fine hairs on the Omega’s face.

Lower down, on her neck, were two faint marks.

There might be more further down.

But they shouldn’t be too heavy.

She had exercised restraint last night.

Bai Xin asleep was worlds apart from Bai Xin awake.

Though Bai Xin was always like this anyway.

Cheng Jiqing recalled last night… She was the one who wanted it, and she was also the one who made crying sounds.

She pressed her lips together, feeling slightly hot.

Early in the morning wasn’t suitable for thinking about these things.

Cheng Jiqing didn’t dare linger. After waking up, every inch of contact between them under the covers was torture for her.

Sometime in the middle of the night, she had carried Bai Xin for a simple shower. Both were quite tired, so they just wrapped themselves in bath towels.

Which were discarded during sleep.

She carefully lifted Bai Xin’s left hand away, glancing at it first—no bleeding—then got out of bed. She wrapped the bath towel from the sofa around herself, then her gaze swept over the floor beside the bed.

Heat rose in her face.

They hadn’t been thrown away properly last night. Several finger cots had fallen outside the trash bin.

She grabbed some tissues to dispose of them properly, glanced at Bai Xin again, picked up the Buddhist prayer beads she had taken off from the bedside table, put them on, and only then quietly exited the room.

After the door closed.

Bai Xin slowly opened her eyes. The light made her squint, then she closed them again.

Cheng Jiqing was more restrained than she had imagined. Basically, everything was done to alleviate her condition.

It was indeed another form of soothing.

They hadn’t even kissed.

Bai Xin always felt a sense of disappointment and los. Although her body had been satisfied last night, psychologically, she still felt it wasn’t enough.

Probably because she hadn’t seen Cheng Jiqing lose control.

Bai Xin took a light breath. The scent of Cheng Jiqing’s peach blossom wine clung to the duvet cover. Her fingers rubbed it slightly.

Except for the very first time, Cheng Jiqing, like her appearance, exuded a sense of abstinence. Seemingly transparent, but actually very rational.

Too rational. So rational it made her want to tear it apart, crush it.

To see Cheng Jiqing lose control, become obsessed, unable to stop, with no way out.

Thinking about it this way, last night truly wasn’t enough.

Fortunately, she wasn’t in a hurry.

When Bai Xin came out, Cheng Jiqing was sitting on the sofa reading a book. It was still that copy of 《Ashore》.

She hadn’t had much time these past few days; she had only just reached chapter thirty-six.

That was the first time for the female lead and the queen.

‘She told me she wanted me. My heart couldn’t calm down for a long time, yet I still hypocritically clung to human rationality. But at that moment, I looked into the queen’s eyes.

If I could choose again, I wouldn’t look at her when my will was weak.

And so I was defeated.

That flicking fishtail moved again and again, as if knocking against my heart.

Humans will ultimately be defeated by desire; they can never overcome the flaws of human nature.

*No, not they. *She* couldn’t overcome it.*

Because in this world, she was the only human left.

I wondered if it was also because of this, that when she said she wanted it, the thought of testing her arose in me. I believed her, and gave myself to her.

This counts as losing, right? Then I’ve lost.’

Cheng Jiqing’s gaze lifted from the book towards Bai Xin. She had actually spent several mornings contemplating how to greet Bai Xin.

What happened last night was different from a temporary marking.

After the ambiguous atmosphere faded, there was inexplicably a tiny bit of awkwardness, or more accurately, apprehension.

But Cheng Jiqing raised her hand naturally at this moment. She was about to greet her but noticed Bai Xin had come out while on the phone. The look she gave her was her usual gaze.

And it only lasted an instant before turning away as Bai Xin continued her call and went into the bathroom.

“Replace the person in charge.”

“There are no second chances here with me.”

“No need to give me reasons…”

She was discussing company business. Her voice was still hoarse, but her tone was astonishingly cold.

Cheng Jiqing almost couldn’t connect her with the person from last night. She lowered her head again, shrugged, and continued reading her book.

Not long after, Bai Xin came out and went back into the bedroom.

When she emerged again, she was fully dressed and ready.

She’s leaving already?

Seeing this, Cheng Jiqing asked, “Do you want to eat something?”

“No need.” After saying this, Bai Xin realized she was still using the tone she had just used with her subordinate. Meeting Cheng Jiqing’s eyes, she softened her voice. “I have to go to the company, there’s a meeting.”

She wore professional attire, still a black skirt.

Still refreshingly stunning, beautiful and captivating.

Though everything seemed the same as usual, Cheng Jiqing suddenly felt a sense of detachment.

She nodded. “…Oh, okay.”

Bai Xin looked at her. Her phone was ringing again, urging her. She said, “I’ll leave first.”

Cheng Jiqing nodded again.

Soon, Cheng Jiqing heard the click of the door closing.

She continued reading for a while. When she reached the part where the female lead and the queen kissed, she suddenly thought, she and Bai Xin hadn’t even touched lips last night.

But Bai Xin clearly hadn’t had that intention then either; she simply needed her soothing.

Bai Xin’s reaction just now also proved this point.

Thinking of this.

Cheng Jiqing surprisingly couldn’t settle down, couldn’t read anymore.

She closed the book. The more she thought about it, the more something felt off.

No matter how you looked at it, wasn’t it still intimate behavior? After everything last night, Bai Xin showed no particular emotion upon seeing her, not even a smile.

Nothing special at all.

Cheng Jiqing leaned back on the sofa, silent for a moment.

Why did she feel like this was all strictly business⁹, like she was just a tool person¹⁰?

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The author has something to say:

Chengcheng: Something’s not right.

Bai-jie: Can’t leave.

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