After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, I Marked the Crazy Hotshot – Chapter 67

Risk hedging

Cheng Jiqing finally managed to get rid of that nuisance Song Ling. Holding the bottle of red wine Song Ling had brought, she turned around.

She lowered her head to look at her phone. Just when Song Ling had said that sentence, Bai Xin’s call had disconnected.

“…”

Cheng Jiqing let out a light ‘tsk’ of annoyance. Clutching her phone, she walked towards the swimming pool. Beside the lounge chair stood a small wooden table, and she poured a glass of water, placing it on the table.

Cheng Jiqing sat down on the chair, remained silent for a few seconds, then opened WeChat.

That cutesy voice Song Ling used just now, and those words, would make anyone’s imagination run wild, let alone Bai Xin’s… and they were still in their ‘cool-down’ period.

Cheng Jiqing’s fingertips moved slightly, scrolling down.

The original owner’s unsavory friends¹, including group chats, had mostly been deleted by her, seven seven eight eight². But recently, having joined the production crew, she had added many new colleagues and joined new group chats.

The chat times were all very recent.

Because of this, the chat window with Bai Xin from that morning had been pushed down.

Wisps of mist from the pool swayed with the gentle breeze. Sitting beside it, Cheng Jiqing could occasionally feel the moisture, which, in the dry climate, actually felt quite comfortable.

Cheng Jiqing lowered her head and tapped open the input box.

【The person speaking just now was Song Ling…】

She paused, then deleted it.

【Song Ling was just spouting nonsense…】

Deleted.

【It was Song Ling.】

Cheng Jiqing sent the three words, waited a few seconds, then placed her phone on the table.

Everyone in the rich second-generation circle knew what kind of person Song Ling was; Bai Xin should understand too.

If she couldn’t… Cheng Jiqing thought, Bai Xin’s past actions, and all those things she and Zhou Yushu had hidden from her, she wasn’t done being angry about them yet.

They hadn’t made up yet.

Cheng Jiqing stopped thinking about it, closed her eyes to rest for a bit. She probably hadn’t slept well these past few days and felt a little drowsy.

She dozed off without realizing it.

After an unknown amount of time, a sudden surge of heat flared in her lower abdomen. Cheng Jiqing frowned and opened her eyes.

At the same time, her glands and the pathways in her body began to stir restlessly; her body temperature was rapidly rising.

This feeling was very familiar, yet also strange—she had experienced two rut periods before, but they had lasted a long time, and she had been in a passive state.

Cheng Jiqing knew this was what Tang Jia had mentioned—it was time for a suppressant.

She quickly got up; her bag was on the living room sofa.

Grabbing the suppressant, she went to the bathroom and uncapped the syringe. The sharp needle, glinting faintly, seemed to stare at her menacingly. Cheng Jiqing’s breathing became tight.

Facing the mirror, she pushed her sweat-dampened hair away from her neck.

Her fair neck was exposed, and she could see the pulsing of her blood vessels.

Excited, stimulating, tense.

She touched her usually smooth gland, which now had a small bump. A light touch sent a numbing, tingling itch through her, making her heart beat faster, as if she had touched something forbidden.

The suppressant would take 15-20 minutes to take effect, and these ten-plus minutes would be rather hard to endure.

The heat in her body gradually rose. Cheng Jiqing looked at her flushed reflection in the mirror, and an image of Bai Xin bending over in front of a mirror, her collar hanging low, inexplicably surfaced in her mind… Cheng Jiqing’s throat moved.

Agitatedly, she tossed the used syringe into the trash can and walked out, suppressing her frustration.

She slightly parted her bathrobe, allowing the cool air to seep in.

Just as she reached the living room, the doorbell suddenly rang—

It wasn’t good for anyone to come over at this time. Sweat she had just wiped from her forehead and neck was already beading up again. Enduring her chaotic thoughts, she walked to the door and turned on the video doorbell.

Then, she met the face that had appeared in her dreams countless times over the past few days.

But unlike in her dreams, this face was covered in gloom and coldness, and there seemed to be a hint of… grievance. Besides that, her usually pale cheeks were now flushed.

Then she realized that Bai Xin’s breathing was even more urgent than her own.

“Cheng Jiqing…” Bai Xin’s voice was hoarse. “Open the door.”

It was almost through gritted teeth.

Cheng Jiqing: “…”

She suddenly had the illusion that she was about to be assassinated.

“It’s not convenient for me right now,” Cheng Jiqing said. Letting someone in during her rut, what if something happened—it was the same principle as one’s mouth being shortened after eating others’ food³.

As soon as her words fell, Bai Xin’s eyes looked towards the camera. The corners of those beautiful eyes were slightly red. Though angry, she looked pitifully beautiful.

“Is someone in your room?” Bai Xin asked, word by word.

“…Didn’t you see the message I sent?” Inconvenient means there’s someone?!

Cheng Jiqing blurted it out. After saying it, she felt that conversing through the doorbell, and her subconscious desire to explain, was utterly ridiculous.

Even though there was a door between them, the moment Bai Xin appeared, her gland seemed to have found a water source, surging uncontrollably.

Cheng Jiqing said, “You should go back first. We can talk tomorrow.”

Her voice fell.

Bai Xin’s eyes suddenly lowered, her face moving slightly closer to the camera. Cheng Jiqing finally saw clearly that the flush on her face was not normal. Bai Xin’s lips parted slightly, her breathing somewhat rapid.

The moment she noticed something was amiss.

Bai Xin’s voice suddenly softened:

“Do you really not want to see me?”

“Cheng Jiqing, my heat period has started. Are you going to… push me outside?”

Cheng Jiqing was shocked—but she was also in her rut.

As the thought flashed through her mind, Bai Xin on the screen suddenly slid downwards, disappearing from view.

Cheng Jiqing instantly threw the door open. “Bai Xin!”

She squatted down and lifted the person up, kicking the door shut with her foot. An arm hooked around her neck. Both their body temperatures were ridiculously high; pressed together, it was like the friction of a match against wood.

Cheng Jiqing’s nerves stuttered. She couldn’t help but lower her head to look at Bai Xin anxiously, but when she met Bai Xin’s eyes, she suddenly understood something.

“You were faking it?”

Bai Xin looked at Cheng Jiqing. She had indeed suffered terribly holding back all the way here. Her legs being weak was real, feeling unwell was real, but that fall just now, it was indeed faked.

She didn’t know if she hadn’t hidden it well, or if Cheng Jiqing was too perceptive.

Cheng Jiqing’s expression immediately cooled slightly, and she put Bai Xin down.

“Cheng Jiqing!”

Bai Xin grabbed Cheng Jiqing’s hand, her face also tinged with coldness, a hint of urgency in her eyes.

A scorching palm gripped hers, fingers intertwining with hers, like a noose.

Cheng Jiqing endured the agitation, looking at Bai Xin as that fire gradually flared up. She let out a laugh. “Miss Bai.”

Bai Xin choked slightly.

Cheng Jiqing never hesitated to smile, but her smiles weren’t always warm.

Like now, for instance. Cheng Jiqing was clearly smiling, yet Bai Xin felt a sense of unease.

Cheng Jiqing said slowly, “You indeed understand me very well. That’s why you know how to hide things from me, how to deceive me, and also how to make me soften.”

All their past interactions had been like this.

Bai Xin always understood her very well.

“But why don’t you understand that I don’t like being deceived?”

Cheng Jiqing finally knew where that ball of fire she’d been feeling these past few days had come from.

From beginning to end, it had seemed like things were thoroughly explained, but in reality, it was only a superficial explanation.

She found it hard to let go of Bai Xin’s past reservations, deceptions, and concealments.

She knew that if she considered it carefully, Bai Xin didn’t know she wasn’t the original owner of the body. So, if Bai Xin’s deceptions had occurred before they got together, she wouldn’t mind, and she would understand.

But what about after? After they had embraced intimately, after they had whispered sweet nothings?

After the movie theater? After Beicheng Bridge?

The thought of this woman, who would blush and whisper softly, showing weakness in her arms, only to turn around and think about how to hide things from her, fool her, and distrust her.

Bai Xin was an extremely deceptive person, she knew that deeply. It was just that she had been too idealistic. When the deception and doubts were revealed, she felt a bit like a fool.

Perhaps giving someone your wholehearted trust meant you were destined to bear such unequal risks. And there was no option for risk hedging.

If it were any other time, Cheng Jiqing wouldn’t have been angered by Bai Xin’s actions just now; she might have even appreciated it.

But the suppressed anger from before surged up, breaking through the calm surface of the water, and Bai Xin’s little scheme became the fuse for that fire.

Bai Xin hadn’t deeply considered that it would turn out like this. She also had anger in her heart; when she heard that woman’s words earlier, she had almost gone mad with anger.

Even after she knew that person was Song Ling, she still couldn’t stand it.

Especially since Cheng Jiqing hadn’t even told her she was back.

She knew she had planted the seeds of this issue from the start, knew Cheng Jiqing was still angry. But hearing Cheng Jiqing say this, under her resentment, a sliver of grievance crept out from her heart.

“I know I was wrong first.”

“But you look so hard-hearted⁴. I asked you when you were coming back, you said you didn’t know, but now you’re at Song Ling’s hotel. Can’t I be anxious?”

The more Bai Xin spoke, the more her chest heaved. She had taken a suppressant when she came, barely managing to make it here. Now, touching Cheng Jiqing, her pheromones were unbearably grating against her glands.

Bai Xin’s legs were weak. With a slight, unconscious pressure, she leaned against Cheng Jiqing, biting her lip. “I heard another woman’s voice, can’t I be anxious?”

Her voice softened again, carrying a slight tremor.

It made Cheng Jiqing’s heart tremble slightly too. She suddenly smelled a faint scent of lilies…

Cheng Jiqing’s ears buzzed. She pulled Bai Xin’s hand down and took a step back.

Her tone was slightly heavy. “Did you bring a suppressant?”

Bai Xin’s hands were empty. She stared at Cheng Jiqing, who had moved away, without saying a word. The act of stepping back seemed to have dealt her some kind of blow.

Bai Xin didn’t speak. Only then did Cheng Jiqing look at what she was wearing: a high-collared beige coat, a belt cinching her slender waist. She wasn’t carrying a bag. Cheng Jiqing took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the poolside.

She wanted to get her phone from the table. There was an AO special pharmacy downstairs; she could order a suppressant online, and delivery would be quick.

Cheng Jiqing walked to the table. Due to her agitation, and also because Bai Xin’s scent was stirring her desire, her expression wasn’t good, completely lacking her usual gentleness.

In Bai Xin’s eyes, Cheng Jiqing was completely pulling away.

She frowned, her teeth worrying her lip until she tasted pain, then she walked towards Cheng Jiqing.

Cheng Jiqing stood sideways by the pool, her fingers lightly tapping the screen.

Bai Xin walked over with unsteady steps. Not paying attention, she bumped into the small wooden round table.

A slight collision, and the glass cup tipped over on the table, rolling towards the floor—

‘Bang!’

The sound of shattering glass was like a sudden clap of thunder on a clear day⁵, making Cheng Jiqing’s heart leap violently.

She almost instinctively pulled Bai Xin towards her.

Due to inertia… the Omega fell into her arms. Alluring pheromones faintly wafted into her nostrils. They weren’t strong, but Bai Xin was already too weak to stand.

Cheng Jiqing’s hand was on the small of Bai Xin’s back, steadying her. Her gaze swept over the scattered shards on the floor. “Can’t you just behave yourself for once?”

Her tone wasn’t good.

“Hiding everything, listening to nothing.” She seemed to remember something and suddenly wanted to flare up. “You said you’d listen to me, did you listen to me at all? You’re anxious? If you’re anxious, does that mean I can’t be angry?”

“You’re anxious and angry, so I have to back down and yield to you? You know I’m easy to fool, so you put on an act for me, to make me open the door? Are you in the right?”

“Where am I supposed to vent all the anger I’ve built up these past few days?”

Cheng Jiqing’s arms were still around the person, but her tone didn’t soften one bit.

The pent-up frustration in her heart, accumulated over days, finally found a tiny bit of relief. “You want to talk? Then go ahead, let’s hear it.”

After Cheng Jiqing finished speaking, she took a deep breath. She felt the person’s cheek press against her ear, their fragrant breath brushing past, seeping into her neck. She wanted to pull them away.

Bai Xin’s hands slipped under her arms and wrapped around her.

Listening to those words, the resentment Bai Xin had felt upon arriving now dissolved into nothingness. Her heart ached even more, and because of this, she understood even better the harm her previously unnoticed actions had caused Cheng Jiqing.

Cheng Jiqing had always been yielding to her, doting on her, letting her have her way in everything. Bai Xin didn’t deny that she had always been arrogant because of this favor.

She always felt that Cheng Jiqing wouldn’t really leave, always felt that she controlled everything, and had to control everything—this gave her an absolute sense of security.

But in reality.

It wasn’t her controlling Cheng Jiqing; it was Cheng Jiqing letting her control, going along with her, that’s all.

If one day, Cheng Jiqing was no longer willing, if the thought of leaving crossed her mind… then it would truly be difficult to salvage.

She didn’t want that, she was unwilling.

So she regretted it even more.

But even if she could go back to the past, her choices would be the same, so regret was useless.

All she could do was make amends.

That was all.

“I was wrong.”

“Then tell me, what do I have to do for you to stop being angry?”

There wasn’t a trace of coldness in Bai Xin’s voice. She hugged Cheng Jiqing, as if afraid she would run away if she let go.

Softness pressed against softness. She endured, swallowing hard. The next second, Bai Xin tilted her head, her breath directly against Cheng Jiqing’s gland…

Cheng Jiqing’s breath hitched. “First, let go.”

“Are you… in your rut…?”

Cheng Jiqing’s state had been different just now, but her Alpha had a talent for acting, excelling at hiding emotions. Plus, the hotel’s fragrance in the room had made her unsure for a moment.

By the time they were at the poolside, she was closer, and the scent of peach blossom wine emanating from the gland lured her over.

She probed with her lips, touching the slightly protruding spot, her eyelashes trembling. She wasn’t mistaken.

The soft touch and heat, she almost couldn’t bear to move away.

Fine veins suddenly popped out on Cheng Jiqing’s forehead. Before she could react, Bai Xin suddenly pulled back, only one hand still using Cheng Jiqing for support—

“Chengcheng, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have deceived you, hidden things from you, distrusted you, or hurt your heart.”

Bai Xin exhaled, speaking slowly. Her other hand rose to the button at the collar of her coat and tremblingly undid it.

The belt loosened, and the coat fell open, revealing the… white qipao underneath.

Cheng Jiqing’s gaze shook.

It was the one she wore on Cheng Jing’s birthday. The qipao tightly hugged her figure, rising and falling with her breath.

It was the one whose frog fasteners she had found an eyesore that day, wanting to rip them off.

It was also the one she had dreamed about after helping Bai Xin that day.

“Chengcheng.” Bai Xin’s fingertips were on her neck, peeling off the small patch from her gland—it was a scent-blocking patch⁶.

Her body was already extremely soft. Just leaning on Cheng Jiqing wasn’t enough; her forehead bumped against Cheng Jiqing’s shoulder as she exhaled with difficulty.

It was as if she had reached a desperate situation, urgently needing the comfort of Cheng Jiqing, this stream of water.

“I really don’t know what to do to make you stop being angry. Can you teach me, please? Or…”

Cheng Jiqing’s nails dug slightly into her palm, but then her hand was caught by Bai Xin. Not wanting to reveal she was about to fall into the trap, she relaxed slightly.

The next second, Bai Xin guided her hand over, placing her fingertips at the slit of the qipao.

Cheng Jiqing’s fingertip pulp pressed against the edge of the qipao’s slit, a seemingly grinding motion.

Veins bulged slightly on Cheng Jiqing’s forehead. She smelled the Omega’s increasingly rich and deadly pheromones, hearing the Omega’s delicate, trembling voice:

“Or… leave your mark on me, no matter how heavy… as long as you can stop being angry, okay?”

The deadliest poison in this world was probably no more than this.

Cheng Jiqing thought.

She was drenched in sweat from head to toe. The mist from the swimming pool blew over, but it wasn’t as damp as she was.

Pheromones were slowly trickling from her gland. Cheng Jiqing felt it; an Alpha’s pheromones would make it even harder for Bai Xin.

Her hand was still by the high slit, her fingertip pulp brushing lightly against hot, delicate skin. Listening to Bai Xin’s words, she suddenly remembered a question Bai Xin had asked her a long time ago…

She returned it now.

“Can’t hold it in anymore, can you?”

Cheng Jiqing knew that after tonight, she probably wouldn’t be able to stay angry with Bai Xin anymore.

She also knew Bai Xin had tried her best. Just as Tong Yanxi had said, no one had taught Bai Xin about worldly wisdom⁷.

But getting her to do something absurd was something she could do with ease.

To actually think of using such a method, only Bai Xin could come up with that.

Perhaps she couldn’t stay angry anymore.

But she still wanted to punish her a bit more.

Cheng Jiqing was right; Bai Xin was already beyond cure⁸. She urgently needed Cheng Jiqing’s comfort, but she kept holding back, wanting Cheng Jiqing to make the first move.

Wanting Cheng Jiqing to vent her anger.

Bai Xin’s body trembled, her moans penetrating to the bone. “Chengcheng, punish me…”

Hearing this, Cheng Jiqing’s eyes darkened astonishingly. She bit her lip and asked cruelly, “You’ll listen no matter how I punish you?”

“Mm…”

“Okay.”

Cheng Jiqing said in a low, hoarse voice, “Then, you do it yourself.”

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Chengcheng: Who doesn’t know how to be wild?

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