After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, I Marked the Crazy Hotshot – Chapter 50

Unreasonable

The light in the corridor was dim and murky; one could hear the intense drumbeat rhythm from the venue.

A blue and white qipao¹ disappeared around the corner.

Tu Xiuxiu² turned and stood by the wall, her black hair tied up with a short black hairpin. That palm-sized face appeared even more petite and captivating in the shadows.

She slightly raised her eyes, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

Cheng Jiqing and Bai Xin were actually real… this was rather interesting.

She stepped forward in her silver high heels, her fair fingers slightly lifting the hem of her qipao, and with her chin raised, she walked towards the VVIP private room³ on the second floor.

Tu Xiuxiu pondered; she had actually just arrived herself, taking the back passage. Who knew she would witness such a scene.

Cheng Jiqing definitely didn’t know that right now, her good elder sister—Cheng Jing⁴—was upstairs.

Just as she ascended the last flight of stairs, she met Cheng Jing’s gaze as Cheng Jing was coming out of a private room. That person never smiled when out in public.

At this moment, her gaze was unusually cold, a hint of impatience in her eyes; she had probably lost interest and was about to leave.

There were two other women beside her: one was Cheng Jing’s friend, the other wore a purple qipao, heavily made-up. She had heard of this person; she had a certain reputation in their circle—Xiao Yan Fei⁵.

It was said she used to work at a massage parlor and got her name because she performed the “Little Swallow Flying” move for the boss, who then took a liking to her.

But thinking about it, one knew that there were plenty of Omegas who wanted to climb into Cheng Jing’s bed.

Without her, someone like Cheng Jing naturally wouldn’t lack for company.

But what was the difference between these women and her? No, there was a difference.

They were perhaps luckier than her; at least they weren’t like her, falling in love at first sight, not seeking money, but first seeking the heart.

Tu Xiuxiu’s heart felt desolate yet clear-headed. A profound darkness surfaced in her eyes. If Cheng Jing went downstairs now, she would witness a good show.

However, she didn’t plan on letting that happen.

At least, not right now.

Such an interesting matter should naturally be saved for an even more interesting time.

For example—letting Cheng Jing also experience the pain of being played with in the palm of someone’s hand⁶…

She thought, so it turned out she was the villain in 《Ashore》.

She loved Cheng Jing, and she also hated Cheng Jing.

So she hoped Cheng Jing would also suffer her pain.

“President Cheng, leaving already?”

Tu Xiuxiu walked forward slowly, a smile on her face as she spoke, her tone intimate. No one would have guessed that these were the first words she and Cheng Jing had spoken to each other in a month.

Cheng Jing showed a hint of surprise upon seeing Tu Xiuxiu, but quickly composed herself. She said faintly, “En.”

“President Cheng, why don’t you come to my place tonight? You enjoy listening to opera; I’ve recently learned some pieces. How about you listen and give me some pointers?”

Tu Xiuxiu glanced at that Xiao Yan Fei. Cheng Jing didn’t lack women, but not just anyone could climb into her bed. She didn’t even consider this person a threat.

She stood before Cheng Jing and directly placed her hand on the back of Cheng Jing’s: “I just arrived, President Cheng, why not stay a little longer? There are some things I’d like to say.”

Cheng Jing lowered her eyes. Tu Xiuxiu’s hands were well-maintained for a long time; opera singers, apart from their voice and physique, cherished their hands the most. Her hands were soft and gentle, softer than egg white.

“President Cheng～”

From beginning to end, Cheng Jing hadn’t given Xiao Yan Fei a single glance. Her gaze fell on Tu Xiuxiu’s neck as she said, “Alright.”

Upon hearing this, Tu Xiuxiu’s lips curved up. She took Cheng Jing’s hand and led her away towards another empty private room.

In front of others, such an action might seem somewhat frivolous, yet when Tu Xiuxiu did it, it didn’t appear so at all. She still exuded that dignified and elegant aura.

In the empty private room, the lights were half-dimmed.

Just now, when she went to take Cheng Jing’s hand, Cheng Jing hadn’t refused. After that, everything proceeded logically and naturally.

Between adults, there was no need for that extra inquiry.

Cheng Jing sat down on the sofa. A weight settled on her lap; the Omega’s pheromones were a faint white peach scent. She didn’t refuse.

“Still angry about last time?” Tu Xiuxiu’s arm rested on Cheng Jing’s shoulder. “President Cheng, you truly are heartless na. If I don’t come looking for you, you can also be ruthless enough not to coax me even once.”

Cheng Jing had just been drinking. Things at the company hadn’t gone smoothly today, and she had arrived in an extremely foul mood. The alcohol hadn’t dispelled it.

Her friend thought it was because she hadn’t had a woman around recently and had even found some amusement for her.

Indeed, a beauty, a beauty carved from the template of the previous one—wore a qipao, could sing opera.

And had an additional skill: massage.

Strangely, Tu Xiuxiu seemed to be able to hear her thoughts, as she asked at the same time, “Could it be that President Cheng has taken a liking to that Xiao Yan Fei?”

Cheng Jing narrowed her eyes slightly: “Do you think just anyone can get close to me?”

Tu Xiuxiu felt she was also quite a scoundrel; just one sentence had actually caused a stir in her heart that had been gloomy for a month.

She had come to find Cheng Jing. Call her cheap, call her lacking self-respect, whatever. She came to seek a final outcome.

She wanted to see Cheng Jing’s attitude one last time.

Since ancient times, when women fall into love, it’s either life or death. She was torn between life and death, and Cheng Jing’s words had pulled her a tiny bit towards life again.

Precarious, yet it seemed she could barely hold on for a while longer.

“Then… I apologize. I won’t say it again in the future.”

Cheng Jing looked down at her. The woman’s eyelashes trembled. The desire unreleased for a month gradually surged up. She said in a deep voice, “In the future, don’t say what shouldn’t be said. Even if you know something, pretend you don’t. Remember your status.”

“Okay, I won’t say it.”

See, the heart that had just warmed up turned cold again.

Tu Xiuxiu looked at Cheng Jing: “Of course I remember my status. It was agreed from the start: President Cheng would support my family, set up the Xiu Garden⁷ for me, and I only needed to be submissive to you, obedient, and not bother with anything else…”

As she spoke, she raised her hand to undo a frog fastener⁸ at her neck.

Her hand was caught by Cheng Jing, who said in a deep voice, “Let’s go to your place.”

The frog fastener came undone, revealing a tiny mole below her throat, difficult to spot if not looking closely.

Cheng Jing’s eyes darkened. She grabbed Tu Xiuxiu’s hand and walked out…

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Cheng Jiqing helped Bai Xin into the car. Bai Xin was already a bit unsteady on her feet when they left, so she had called for a designated driver.

Bai Xin’s body temperature was high, so she didn’t dare set the car’s air conditioning too low.

Cheng Jiqing first called Tang Jia.

The call was answered after several seconds.

After explaining that Bai Xin had a fever, she looked at Bai Xin, who was quietly leaning on her shoulder at that moment, and asked in a low voice, “She also drank quite a lot of alcohol. Should I take her to the hospital? Her temperature feels quite high to the touch.”

Tang Jia was silent for a moment: “Where were you guys just now?”

Cheng Jiqing: “…A bar.”

Tang Jia: “…So she went to find you.”

Cheng Jiqing: “? How would she know where I am? No, I mean, right now she…”

“I saw you.”

Bai Xin suddenly spoke from her shoulder.

Cheng Jiqing paused, smelling the strong scent of alcohol, and was about to continue her previous sentence when she heard Tang Jia, with rare exasperation, say, “I’ve left Beicheng. Hurry up and take President Bai, that crazy pigeon, back home.”

Cheng Jiqing: “?”

Tang Jia chuckled lightly, neither too heavily nor too softly: “Go back and take her temperature. Don’t give her medicine if she’s drunk too much alcohol. Use physical cooling⁹ first.”

As the car turned a corner, Bai Xin’s body slumped downwards. Cheng Jiqing, with quick eyes and nimble hands, caught her shoulder and pulled her back, asking, “That means wiping her face and neck, right?”

She had done it last time.

“Besides the forehead and cheeks, the carotid arteries in the neck, armpits, groin, and limbs… you can add a bit of alcohol if necessary. If it’s her estrus period or something, you can just mark her or use other methods. I don’t need to teach you that, you guys are more familiar with it than I am. If it’s still no use, call me again.”

Tang Jia said, “Of course, I sincerely hope I won’t be receiving another call from Little CEO Cheng tonight.”

The call ended.

Cheng Jiqing looked at the call log. Why did she feel that Tang Jia was in a particularly bad mood today?

They were closer to Bai Xin’s home here, so she asked the driver to speed up a bit, heading towards the Nanyang Urban District.

Then she raised the partition in the car.

Beicheng, past eleven o’clock, lacked its daytime clamor.

Cheng Jiqing looked at the person in her arms. Just now, Bai Xin had shifted from her shoulder to nestle into her neck, her breathing heavy, each breath scorching hot.

The lingering scent drifted into her heart, yet it also felt slightly cool.

It stirred the skin on her collarbone, raising tiny goosebumps.

Bai Xin opened her eyes. From her angle, she could see the open collar of Cheng Jiqing’s blouse—just a sliver of an opening, yet mysteriously alluring.

She unconsciously lowered her head, her tongue curling, wanting to do something…

But in the next second, Cheng Jiqing pulled her up.

Cheng Jiqing felt Bai Xin’s forehead again, observing her uncomfortable appearance, and said, “Very uncomfortable? Where does it feel uncomfortable?”

Bai Xin frowned tightly: “Dizzy.”

“Did you start feeling dizzy after drinking, or were you dizzy before?”

Cheng Jiqing didn’t hear an answer. She looked down, and her gaze paused—there was a crescent-shaped wound on Bai Xin’s index finger, which was resting on her lap.

She reached out to touch it, but Bai Xin immediately recoiled, then wrapped her arms around Cheng Jiqing’s lower back from behind.

Cheng Jiqing looked at the bloodstain on her white skirt again and asked hesitantly, “How did you get that?”

Bai Xin was already barely conscious. She was extremely dizzy, her whole being as if in a fog, the surroundings either very dark or blindingly white. In short, she couldn’t see anything.

She could only react physically to that familiar, beloved scent. Bai Xin’s cheek moved against Cheng Jiqing’s neck.

“Cheng Jiqing…”

“En?”

“So dizzy.”

Hearing this, Cheng Jiqing’s expression darkened slightly. She was displeased but didn’t want to lose her temper at someone who was clearly suffering. In the end, it turned into a powerless reproach: “So what are you doing? Being reckless even when you’re not feeling well.”

Bai Xin didn’t speak anymore; she couldn’t think of an answer.

It was as if she was too uncomfortable to speak.

Cheng Jiqing thus held Bai Xin, looking out at the world flashing by the window. Even though the night was deep, the city lights shone like stardust, illuminating Beicheng.

Her heart was not calm, because of the person in her arms.

She felt that tonight’s Bai Xin was somewhat different… but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

The journey was silent. Half an hour later, they arrived in Nanyang.

Cheng Jiqing got out of the car first, then opened the door to carry Bai Xin out. Just as she carried her out of the car, the person who had been quiet in the car suddenly cried out, “Uncomfortable…”

“Where is it uncomfortable?”

Cheng Jiqing looked down at her. Her face was flushed, like a ripe peach. Even with her brows furrowed so tightly, she was still beautiful beyond compare.

Bai Xin was drunk, very obviously drunk. This was the worst part, because she probably couldn’t find out exactly where Bai Xin felt unwell.

She softened her tone and asked, “Is your head dizzy?”

While asking, she walked quickly into the elevator.

The elevator slowly ascended to the twelfth floor. The person in her arms, however, suddenly became more restless. Bai Xin squirmed, her knees rubbing together, perhaps wanting to be put down.

As expected, Bai Xin didn’t give a precise answer.

She just kept repeating: “I’m uncomfortable, Cheng Jiqing… take off…”

Cheng Jiqing didn’t hear the rest of the words clearly.

Just hearing that repeated “uncomfortable,” she also started to feel a bit anxious.

In that delicate voice, there wasn’t a hint of coldness. It called straight to the deepest part of her heart, awakening the Alpha’s agitation bit by bit.

Cheng Jiqing carried the person to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Bai Xin seemed to know she was home and immediately wanted to get down from her.

Very quickly, after jumping down, Bai Xin kicked off her shoes and then stumbled from the entrance hall inwards.

Cheng Jiqing quickly closed the door and then turned her head.

Bai Xin was unconscious, but years of habit let her know this was a safe place. Her hand went directly under her skirt…

Cheng Jiqing’s pupils contracted sharply at this action, her lips feeling as if all moisture had been instantly sucked away, becoming dry.

She took a few steps over and pulled Bai Xin’s hand out: “Miss Bai, this isn’t how you throw a drunken fit ah.”

Bai Xin shook off her hand and kicked at her discontentedly with her leg. Already unsteady, her foot slipped, and she fell backward.

Cheng Jiqing broke out in a cold sweat from fright. Fortunately, she was standing close. When Bai Xin fell, she turned sideways and caught the person in her arms.

Directly becoming a human cushion…

There was no carpet on the floor. The hot skin hit the tiles, both painful and cold.

But she didn’t have time to care, because she could feel Bai Xin bending her legs, her hand about to continue what she was doing before.

Bai Xin was pressed against her, already like a volcano, about to engulf her as well. That movement was exceptionally clear. Cheng Jiqing swallowed, pressing down on that hand through Bai Xin’s gray skirt.

“Then you help me…”

“…Have some mercy, please.”

She must be doing this on purpose, Cheng Jiqing thought.

The air conditioning in the room hadn’t been turned on yet. Cheng Jiqing was drenched in sweat, beads of perspiration rolling down her cheeks: “I’ll turn on the AC for a bit, then I’ll wipe your sweat. Once you cool down, you won’t feel so uncomfortable.”

Bai Xin, however, suddenly whimpered like a child who couldn’t get what she wanted—a sound of dissatisfaction, frustration, and grievance—kicking her feet.

Her feet moved restlessly. Cheng Jiqing was being tormented by the friction. She grabbed Bai Xin’s arm and pulled her up.

Cheng Jiqing settled Bai Xin on the beige bed. That face, like hers, was covered in sweat, just flushed an unbelievable red.

And because of this, she was captivating in a different way…

The air conditioner was right opposite. Afraid that Bai Xin was sweating too much and would catch a cold if the cool air blew directly on her, Cheng Jiqing went out, intending to turn on the living room AC, so that with the door open, some breeze could still come in.

After turning on the AC, she heard someone murmuring in the room. Cheng Jiqing turned back. Just as she entered the room, she saw Bai Xin had already twisted to the foot of the bed, lying on her side, legs bent.

Cheng Jiqing: “…”

This was truly being muddled from drunkenness.

She approached, about to bend down, when her cheek was lightly hit by some soft fabric.

Her gaze dropped, and her whole being felt unwell.

Cheng Jiqing: “…”

This was killing her.

Bai Xin had still taken that thing off.

Cheng Jiqing instantly felt blood rush to her head, neck, cheeks, ears; she even suspected she herself might be running a fever.

Especially the gland on her neck, its throbbing intensified, as if a ferocious beast was trapped inside, ready to break free from its cage at any moment.

Cheng Jiqing took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

How did that Heart-Cleansing Sutra¹⁰ go again?

She made up her mind: a wise person does not fall in love. She would absolutely not engage in any 419¹¹ business with Bai Xin again.

How could she be so easily seduced by Bai Xin?

Cheng Jiqing averted her gaze, pretending she had ignored that transparent little piece of fabric, and also forced herself not to think about what Bai Xin was wearing underneath.

No, she wasn’t wearing anything.

Cheng Jiqing shook her head, suppressing that wave of heat.

She went to help Bai Xin up again, moving her back towards the head of the bed.

“Wu…”

It seemed like an uncomfortable low murmur, or perhaps something else.

Strands of hair, damp with sweat, stuck to Bai Xin’s flushed cheeks. Her mouth exhaled heavily, like a goldfish on the shore needing oxygen.

Cheng Jiqing’s heart tightened. She couldn’t help but coax, “I know you’re uncomfortable, bear with it a little longer. I’ll go get some water. Be good, don’t move anymore, ah.”

As she prepared to get up, her wrist was suddenly gripped.

Cheng Jiqing lowered her head and met Bai Xin’s hazy eyes. They looked at each other for a few seconds.

“Cheng Jiqing.”

Cheng Jiqing was taken aback and asked tentatively, “Are you sober now?”

“Cheng Jiqing.”

“En?”

“Cheng Jiqing.”

“…”

Alright, not sober.

Although it was very inappropriate at this moment, looking at that muddled appearance, Cheng Jiqing still couldn’t help but chuckle. Bai Xin actually had such a side to her, so… cute.

Especially those cheeks, they made one want to pinch them.

Perhaps because of her slight smile, Bai Xin showed a displeased expression and said, “No laughing!”

Cheng Jiqing quirked her lips, “Still so fierce even when drunk?”

She added, “Fierce and grumpy.”

It was unknown which of Bai Xin’s nerves this touched, but her already rapid, panting breaths became even tighter with anger. Cheng Jiqing was startled. Before she could say anything more, her collar was suddenly yanked downwards.

The knitted collar was elastic. Cheng Jiqing only felt a coolness on her chest.

Her hand propped herself up in time, preventing Bai Xin from pulling her down completely, but Bai Xin seemed determined to drag her down, the collar gaping wider, becoming increasingly outrageous.

Cheng Jiqing, blushing, went to grab the person’s hand. Bai Xin then used the momentum to rise up limply and lean closer.

A drunk person—you say she’s strong, yet she can’t even stand steadily; you say she’s weak, yet right now it was extremely difficult to control her movements.

Bai Xin sat on the bed, Cheng Jiqing sat on the edge of the bed.

Bai Xin went to hug Cheng Jiqing’s neck, exhaling, “Am I fierce?”

Cheng Jiqing: “…Not fierce, not fierce.”

“You said I was fierce.”

“…”

“Are you actually drunk or not?”

Bai Xin insisted, “You said I was fierce.”

It was unclear what answer she needed to be satisfied.

Cheng Jiqing said, “No, it wasn’t a derogatory term.”

Afraid the drunk person wouldn’t understand, she said, “I meant you’re fierce in a good way.”

There was a tiny bit of going against her conscience.

But what could she do now? Reason with a drunk person?

Bai Xin seemed to really like resting her face on her shoulder and neck; this point was exactly the same as the first cat she had raised.

She heard Bai Xin say muffledly, “I’m not fierce.”

Cheng Jiqing could only agree: “Okay, you’re not fierce. Aren’t you uncomfortable? I’ll get you a towel and water.”

Bai Xin’s consciousness was weak. Hearing that voice, she felt very dissatisfied for some reason. Then, as if she thought of something again, she suddenly lowered her head and bit down.

“Sss… Ei!” Cheng Jiqing’s shoulder throbbed with pain, her senses instantly sharpening. “I said you weren’t fierce ah, why are you biting me?”

“Bai Xin, let go.”

“If you don’t let go, I’m going to bite you back ah.”

Bai Xin bit down even harder.

Cheng Jiqing: “…”

Cheng Jiqing gave up. Forget it, it wasn’t an unbearable pain.

Let her be.

The groggy Bai Xin only had 20% of her consciousness. After a few seconds, she slowly released her bite, her forehead sliding down from the shoulder until the tip of her nose touched the collarbone.

She smelled a hint of wine…

She licked it; there really was the taste of wine. She wanted to try again.

Cheng Jiqing, however, shivered and instantly pulled the person away: “Alright, we really can’t be reckless anymore. You lie down, I’ll go get you some water.”

Her voice was quick, concealing her fluster and the desire deep in her eyes.

However, in the next instant, her words faltered.

Bai Xin’s eyes reddened, a slight mist within them. Cheng Jiqing’s heart suddenly trembled.

“Cheng Jiqing, don’t be with other people.”

“What?”

Cheng Jiqing wasn’t sure if Bai Xin was sober this time.

“I don’t like you being with other people!”

Cheng Jiqing’s heart itched. She asked, “Why?”

“You are… mine.” Because of her drunkenness, her enunciation wasn’t very clear, and there were pauses in between.

Cheng Jiqing’s ears tingled from those four words. She said nothing.

Perhaps because of this, Bai Xin didn’t hear a response. Her eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously: “You are my wife, you can only be mine!”

Cheng Jiqing endured the fluctuations of her heartbeat and asked, as if coaxing, “We have a contract marriage, why must I be yours?”

Bai Xin’s expression, which had been cold just a second ago, softened in the next second as if in disappointment. She lowered her long, slender eyelashes: “Just mine.”

“Being unreasonable, is that it? Fine, let’s cool you down first, then we’ll talk reason.”

The moment Cheng Jiqing stood up, the hem of her skirt was lightly pinched. She heard Bai Xin say in a low voice, “Just dote on me alone, okay?”

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The author has something to say:

Chengcheng: Who can take this for me?

Bai-jie (fierce): You can only take it alone!

Chengcheng: If you don’t let go, I’m going to bite you back ah.

Bai-jie (eyes brightening): Really?

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