After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, I Marked the Crazy Hotshot – Chapter 66
by Little PandaYou look at me
Having just showered, the evening temperature in Jiangcheng was only in the low twenties Celsius; the gentle breeze wafting in should have felt cool and refreshing.
Yet, a scorching anxiety caused fine beads of sweat to form in Cheng Jiqing’s heart.
“I don’t want to…”
Her gaze wasn’t on the screen, only catching a glimpse of pale skin under a light yellow hue in her peripheral vision.
“You look at me.”
“…” Cheng Jiqing breathed calmly. “Go to sleep.”
“Then you first tell me which one to choose?”
Although her eyes weren’t looking, her ears sensed that watery voice as if it were right next to her.
So clear and cold, yet so delicate and coquettish, and so… alluring.
So close it felt like she was whispering in her ear.
After just those two short sentences, Cheng Jiqing suddenly realized she was being led on. She composed herself, her tone becoming level. “Whatever you want.”
Suddenly, there was no response from the other end, only faint sounds coming from the receiver.
Cheng Jiqing pursed her dry lips, her eyelashes casting light shadows on her eyelids. She steeled herself, preparing to hang up.
Then, the next second.
“Chengcheng.”
Cheng Jiqing took a deep breath and turned her head, annoyed. “Go to sle—”
Before she could finish, her eyes widened in shock—
The phone was pointed at the full-length mirror in Bai Xin’s hotel bathroom.
In the mirror, the Omega’s entire body was visible.
Bai Xin was wearing a pure white silk slip dress, her legs long and straight. Her index finger hooked a strip of pink fabric…
“I chose the color… you like.”
As Bai Xin spoke, she bent down slightly. Under the braless slip, two full, pinkish-white peaches trembled, crashing into Cheng Jiqing’s vision.
Her breath hitched, dry in her throat. She watched as Bai Xin pulled the pink fabric apart with both hands, lifted a leg, and slipped her foot through…
The visual stimulation was overwhelming, especially since she hadn’t had any release for a while.
Cheng Jiqing bit down hard on her teeth.
“Bai Xin.”
She almost snarled, “Go to sleep!”
Her thumb jabbed at the hang-up button—three times in a row.
Bai Xin knew Cheng Jiqing had hung up. She unhurriedly hooked the thin fabric, put it on, and then straightened up.
Her graceful figure moved forward with her steps.
The phone stand she used was one she’d found in Cheng Jiqing’s room, likely the one Cheng Jiqing had used when filming that dance video.
She picked up the phone from the stand.
Staring at the two-and-a-half-minute video duration on the screen, she recalled that reaction. Cheng Jiqing couldn’t possibly be unmoved. She knew this method wasn’t honorable, but right now, she had no better idea… to make Cheng Jiqing think of her.
The dimples on Bai Xin’s cheeks appeared after a long absence, but only for a moment.
She quickly suppressed them.
Would Cheng Jiqing understand? She admitted that occasionally, she possessed a certain ‘Machiavellianism’1—focusing on practical results, willing to use the most despicable means to achieve the noblest ends.
She also knew she couldn’t rush things.
With Cheng Jiqing, she could never rush. She also wanted Cheng Jiqing to see her efforts, to see her change.
But after so many days, Cheng Jiqing didn’t seem to have wavered much.
She had patience for Cheng Jiqing, but she had no patience to see Cheng Jiqing getting close to others, and she was also afraid that Cheng Jiqing would lose patience with her.
Thinking of this, the aura around Bai Xin instantly darkened.
Like the somber night sky tonight.
A hotel in Jiangcheng.
Cheng Jiqing tossed her phone onto the bed and sat up. Her ears, palms, chest, and back were all covered in a thin layer of sweat.
She slipped on her slippers, walked to the coffee table, and poured another glass of cold water. Gulping it down, the coolness seeped into the dryness in her mouth and throat from earlier, finally making her feel a bit better.
She tugged at the collar of her pajamas, fanning herself to alleviate the heat.
Bai Xin was a yaojing2; no one could escape Bai Xin’s bewitching allure. Her brow bone exuded charm, her movements swayed with grace. Images of two soft, white, swaying mounds surfaced in her mind.
Too rough wouldn’t do, but too light felt insufficient.
Under the translucent pure white silk, they were like cherries buried in snow, now visible, now hidden.
Half-hidden, yet all the more intoxicating.
And those two jade-like legs beneath the skirt…
Cheng Jiqing drank all the water in the glass, but the restlessness in her heart still surged upwards in waves.
She couldn’t control it.
When the autumn wind meets the jade dew3, a heart is stirred by spring. There was some truth to that.
The shower she just took was basically for nothing. Cheng Jiqing’s breathing was heavy, an internal storm brewing. Cheng Jiqing couldn’t quite describe this emotion.
She didn’t like this feeling of easily softening, angry at herself, and angry at Bai Xin.
Her mood worsened.
But Bai Xin had succeeded; at least this night, she would find it extremely difficult to fall asleep.
This night was indeed thick and secretive.
The next morning, Cheng Jiqing almost couldn’t get up. Her alarm rang a second time before she finally opened her tired eyes.
She lay still for two seconds. A strange feeling. Cheng Jiqing didn’t even need to lift the covers to know what it was like.
Unlookable.
A night of erotic dreams seemed to have emerged vengefully. She kicked the blanket off her legs.
Cheng Jiqing: “…”
She had almost snapped this damnable ‘slender waist’ of hers!
Cheng Jiqing’s outward calm at that moment was like the still, waveless surface of a lake before a storm.
This early morning, not long after she woke up.
Cheng Jiqing received another message from Bai Xin.
【Haven’t slept all night, thinking of you.】
【Chengcheng, when are you coming back?】
Cheng Jiqing got out of bed, sat on the edge, and wiped her face, smoothing her pensively furrowed brow. She seemed to hear something and turned her head.
The wind had picked up outside.
The wind was astonishingly strong.
The temperature plummeted.
Jiangcheng welcomed its coldest day since autumn began.
Cheng Jiqing hadn’t brought thicker clothes. Besides the dance studio and the hotel, Tong Yanxi also required them to visit various famous scenic spots in Jiangcheng to experience its scenery.
To experience the environment where the female lead grew up, and thus better understand the character.
This was their sixth day in Jiangcheng.
Cheng Jiqing and her group braved the bitingly cold wind to visit an ancient, unadorned residence. An osmanthus tree grew in the courtyard. The group started talking about the impression Jiangnan women gave.
In Cheng Jiqing’s heart, they should be women of striking character, breathtakingly beautiful, graceful and gentle yet resilient.
She tugged slightly at her collar. For some reason, she suddenly thought of Bai Xin.
All these characteristics applied to Bai Xin, yet none seemed to quite fit her.
It was truly cold. Tong Yanxi said, “Let’s go, let’s go, head back. Filming starts in a couple of days, don’t want you all catching colds.”
As she finished speaking, Li Yunlan sneezed.
No one was prepared for the sudden drop in temperature.
After leaving the residence, they encountered stalls along the long street.
“Wow, this is so pretty.” Zhou Qing stood before a small jewelry stall, holding a bracelet.
The proprietress said, “These are all handmade by myself! You pretty ladies, you can try them on.”
Women have absolutely no resistance to beautiful things.
Cheng Jiqing’s thoughts were distant, but influenced by the atmosphere, she walked over and stood at the side.
Her gaze immediately fell on a silver hairpin, its pattern increasingly eye-catching. She picked it up to examine it.
“What flower is this?” Li Yunlan was beside her and couldn’t see clearly. She leaned closer to the hairpin.
The proprietress glanced at it and smiled warmly. “Lily. For a hundred years of happy union, of course.”
Cheng Jiqing was taken aback.
She hadn’t expected her eye to be so good. No wonder, no wonder it looked familiar.
“Ouyo, Chengcheng, you have great taste. Are you buying it for your girlfriend?” Zhou Qing glanced over upon hearing this.
“…”
Li Yunlan also looked, slightly surprised, and whispered with a faint smile, “Chengcheng, do you really have a girlfriend?”
Hearing this, Cheng Jiqing paused for a moment. “En…”
Yes, probably. Does it count or not? It probably counts.
Seeing this, the others exchanged smiles.
Tong Yanxi, standing by a stall selling sugar figurines, looked at Cheng Jiqing’s hand with a meaningful expression.
When they were leaving, everyone was paying. They saw Cheng Jiqing empty-handed.
Tong Yanxi suddenly asked, “Not buying it?”
Cheng Jiqing caught the scrutinizing gaze. “…Right, not buying.”
Tong Yanxi raised an eyebrow and said casually, “It’s quite pretty. What a pity.”
Cheng Jiqing pretended not to hear.
Once in the car, Cheng Jiqing handed a tissue to Li Yunlan.
“Lanlan’s constitution is still quite weak,” Zhou Qing said, looking back.
Li Yunlan sniffled lightly and said, “It’s always like this when it gets cold.”
She turned to Cheng Jiqing and said, “Chengcheng is still the most resilient.”
Cheng Jiqing politely declined the compliment. “I’m cold too, thanks.”
Hearing this, Tong Yanxi glanced back from the front passenger seat, saw Cheng Jiqing’s cheeks flushed slightly from the cold, then looked at Li Yunlan. “Drink more hot water when you get back. Don’t actually get sick.”
She had promised Bai Xin, after all. Although the weather was uncontrollable, if they really returned sick, it would be hard to explain to the great beauty Bai.
Zhou Qing: “Drink some hot water? You’re being so polite. Not even a cup of ginger tea?”
Cheng Jiqing chimed in, “Teacher Zhou, you’re asking for too much.”
The group laughed.
The atmosphere in the car was good.
A faint smile hung on Cheng Jiqing’s lips, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. She participated in the worldly bustle, but her heart wasn’t there. She should have been joyful, yet she felt inexplicably vexed, and so her temper and agitation gradually built up.
It was as if she were looking for an outlet.
“We’re not going to the dance studio today. Pack up when you get back.”
Tong Yanxi’s voice came from the front.
Zhou Qing: “? What?!”
Wang Ning: “Is it over?”
Cheng Jiqing looked up and heard Tong Yanxi say, “En, you can leave whenever you want. You can buy plane tickets now, go wherever. Be at the Beicheng film set in three days.”
This was a day or two earlier than Cheng Jiqing had expected.
Cheng Jiqing’s boarding time was 5:15 PM.
A two-hour flight to Beicheng.
Before leaving, she stood on the balcony for a moment, taking another look at the prosperity of Jiangcheng. Jiangcheng had good green coverage; the view was even more vibrant than at night.
She fiddled with her phone, her fingertips tapping it intermittently.
Her glands felt uncomfortable, and her movements unconsciously quickened, betraying her inner turmoil.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated.
Cheng Jiqing’s heart stirred. She looked down; it was a call from Song Ling.
Song Ling: “Cheng Jiqing, are you still in Jiangcheng? Big sis misses you, when are you coming back?”
There was some slight background noise on the other end. Cheng Jiqing replied, “I am, but I’m preparing to head back.”
She turned, grabbed her suitcase, and walked towards the door.
“Now?!” Song Ling’s voice suddenly grew louder. “Today?”
Cheng Jiqing: “Yes, meimei4.”
“What time?”
“Around seven-something, I guess.” If there were no delays.
“Then come over to my place! I’ll wait for you for dinner! The hotel restaurant here poached an Italian chef, his skills are amazing. Let’s go eat on the third floor □□. I’ve reserved the top-floor suite for you, you can stay here tonight, perfect!!”
Cheng Jiqing thought for a moment. Her glands weren’t very comfortable today, and she wasn’t ready to run into Bai Xin at Nanjiang Hotel yet.
She could skip the fun, and she could skip the meal.
But going to the suite to stay for a night first was acceptable.
“Alright, keep the room for me.”
“Haha, let’s take a photo when you arrive. When you get famous, I’ll hang your picture on the wall!”
“…?”
Hang it where?
“Then let’s take a photo together, hang them both.”
“I won’t!”
They bantered for a few sentences.
“Around what time? I’ll come pick you up,” Song Ling asked.
A warmth spread in Cheng Jiqing’s heart. It was probably the feeling that even in this unfamiliar world, in this vast city, she too had friends.
Young Miss Song was willful but extremely loyal.
The plane arrived in Beicheng at 7:30 PM.
Upon landing, it was the same as Jiangcheng—a pitch-black sky, but much colder than Jiangcheng. At least, that’s what the weather forecast said.
In just a week, the temperature in Beicheng had already dropped to fifteen degrees.
But she felt alright at the moment, not as cold as she had been on that long street in the afternoon. This was probably because her body temperature had been occasionally running a bit high recently.
Exiting the airport, Song Ling was waiting for her at the VIP exit in a red Porsche. That person was wrapped in a high-end lamb wool vest and long boots, and had, at some point, dyed her hair a light pink.
As if afraid of not being conspicuous enough.
She stuck her head out of the car and yelled, “Little Cheng, Little Cheng, big sis is over here!”
Cheng Jiqing: “…”
Such a little brat.
There were staff members outside to help. They put her suitcase away and opened the car door for her.
Cheng Jiqing thanked them softly and got into the car.
…
In the XM top-floor office, the heating was already on.
Bai Xin had a weak constitution, sensitive to both cold and heat. The heating had been turned on two days ago. After reviewing the last document, she closed the folder.
She leaned back against the chair, relieving the ache in her lower back.
She closed her eyes and rested for two minutes, then straightened up again to pick up her phone from the desk.
Bai Xin tapped on Cheng Jiqing’s pinned avatar… The chat history stopped at this morning.
【Chengcheng, when are you coming back?】
Cheng Jiqing had replied: 【Not sure.】
She had replied, though.
Bai Xin took a slow, deep breath. She still couldn’t settle her mind the entire day.
After a moment’s thought, she went back to search for Tong Yanxi’s contact.
Bai Xin: 【How many more days until she’s released?】
After sending the message, she felt it was unnecessary to ask and backed out to check recent flight information to Jiangcheng.
Then, Tong Yanxi replied.
【Hasn’t she already gone back? She should have arrived long ago.】
Bai Xin stared at the message, her eyes narrowing slightly, her brow furrowed, her aura sinister—Cheng Jiqing had returned to Beicheng, but hadn’t told her, is that it?
She came back but ignored her…
Was she deliberately ignoring her, not wanting to see her, is that it?
She bit her lip and stood up, the leather chair making an unusual sound in the deathly quiet office. The chair rolled back as Bai Xin’s hand gripped the edge of the desk.
Her emotions slightly out of control, as she stood up, a sudden wave of discomfort hit her.
Her upper and lower glands throbbed violently with the surge of emotions, blood flowing rapidly, and a wave of heat instantly rushed downwards!
Her body felt like it was on the verge of a volcanic eruption, the heat steadily rising.
The sensation was too intense for a moment. Bai Xin hadn’t recovered, her hands gripping the desk as she bent over, exhaling.
She pulled open a drawer, intending to get the suppressants from her bag, but her hand paused halfway.
Enduring the discomfort, she reached for her phone instead.
Before Cheng Jiqing’s phone rang, she had already been resting in the suite for a while. She had a simple meal with Song Ling and hadn’t followed her to the third-floor entertainment area.
She hadn’t felt well during dinner.
After going upstairs and showering, she put on a thick, luxury custom-made hotel bathrobe and sat in the spacious living room for a while, still feeling unwell.
She kept wanting to get some fresh air.
So she opened the glass door to the living room balcony. This suite was something Song Ling had spent a fortune on; the room rate started at 120,000 a night.
A twenty-square-meter open-air swimming pool, with frosted glass on three sides, temperature-controlled year-round.
Song Ling had arranged for it in advance.
In this weather, one could see a faint mist rising from the clear, spring-like water of the pool.
It was as extravagant as extravagant could be.
It was as delightful as delightful could be.
Only at times like these could one temporarily forget the troubles brought by emotions and focus on enjoying the pleasures of being wealthy. Being rich is truly good, Cheng Jiqing sighed.
Unfortunately, she still had no interest in getting into the water today.
Cheng Jiqing looked around. Although the ‘Fengling5’ Hotel was already a tall building, she still felt conspicuous, especially with the bright lights. People who had been in the entertainment industry for a long time would habitually feel insecure in such open environments.
So she turned off most of the lights, leaving only a small lamp on in the living room.
Looking at the pool again, it shimmered in the dark night, giving an inexplicable sense of comfort.
It would be even more beautiful if there were stars tonight.
Cheng Jiqing lay down on a lounge chair by the pool. The cool breeze blew away some of her body’s restlessness. Just as she calmed down, Bai Xin’s call came through—
The other end was very quiet.
Just like her end, but different in that she could hear slightly heavy breathing.
“Hello…?”
“Where are you?”
Coincidentally, just then, the doorbell rang.
Cheng Jiqing paused and said into the phone, “Hold on.”
Guessing it was a staff member or someone similar, she didn’t feel the need to deliberately hide it from Bai Xin, so she directly pressed the video intercom. Outside the door was Song Ling.
Before she could speak.
The next second, from the doorbell’s speaker, that toxic Alpha’s voice, laced with affectation, said sweetly:
“Miss~ Do you need special services?”
Cheng Jiqing: “…”
She thought she heard the breathing on the phone grow heavier.
The author has something to say:
Bai-jie: You just wait.
Chengcheng: Wait, I will.
Footnotes
- 馬基雅維利主義 | Mǎjīyàwéilì zhǔyì | Machiavellianism. A political theory and personality trait characterized by a focus on achieving one’s goals through cunning, manipulation, and a disregard for morality.
- 妖精 | yāojing | Can mean fairy, sprite, demon, monster, or seductress. In this context, it refers to someone enchantingly beautiful and captivating, often with an alluring or bewitching charm, similar to a siren or succubus but not necessarily evil.
- 金風逢玉露 | jīn fēng féng yù lù | Literally “golden wind meets jade dew.” This is a line from a famous Song Dynasty poem “鵲橋仙·纖雲弄巧” (Immortal at the Magpie Bridge) by Qín Guān (秦觀). It describes the annual meeting of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl (a famous Chinese folktale) on the seventh night of the seventh lunar month. The full line is “金風玉露一相逢，便勝卻人間無數” (When the golden wind and jade dew encounter, it surpasses countless meetings in the mortal world). It signifies a beautiful, precious, and often fated encounter, typically romantic, that is profoundly impactful despite its potential brevity. In modern usage, it can imply a destined romantic or passionate connection.
- 妹妹 | mèimei | Means “younger sister.” Can be used for an actual younger sister or as an affectionate and familiar term for a younger female friend or acquaintance.
- 風呤 | Fēng Lìng | This is likely the name of the hotel, possibly ‘Wind Song’ or ‘Wind Chant’ Hotel, as ‘呤’ (líng or lìn) can mean ‘chant’ or ‘hum’, and is the same character as in Song Ling’s name (宋呤). Given Song Ling’s connection, it might be her family’s hotel.
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