After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, I Marked the Crazy Hotshot – Chapter 94
by Little PandaAs You Wish
The rain was too heavy. Cheng Jiqing scrambled into the car, looking a bit disheveled.
Bringing the damp air from outside with her, she slammed the car door shut, cutting off the rich, bewitching scent of lilies.
Bai Xin’s hair was wet. Her dark-tea-colored, long, curly hair clung to her cheeks. Coming closer, Cheng Jiqing realized it wasn’t rainwater on her face, but sweat. Her whole body was trembling.
It wasn’t just from the cold; it was as if she’d had a terrible fright.
She bent down, kneeling on one knee. Her gaze fell from Bai Xin’s face to the torn white inner shirt near her collarbone. It had clearly been ripped by someone.
Cheng Jiqing’s pupils contracted. She called out softly, “Bai Xin…”
Hearing the familiar voice, the corners of Bai Xin’s eyes immediately reddened. She didn’t move, just stared at Cheng Jiqing.
The sharpness and chilling cold in her peach-blossom eyes only softened a few seconds after Cheng Jiqing drew near.
Bai Xin’s fingers, which had been tightly gripping a silver hairpin, relaxed. The hairpin fell to the floor. She threw herself forward and hugged her.
Cheng Jiqing nearly lost her balance. Her body tilted back, and she propped herself up with one palm on the floor, using her other hand to steady Bai Xin’s back.
The roof of the car was drumming with the sound of rain, a chaotic pitter-patter.
“I’m here.”
Cheng Jiqing felt as if she were on the edge of a steep cliff, her breathing unsteady.
She stroked Bai Xin’s back, again and again, so gently it was as if she feared the person in her arms would shatter.
A burning sensation spread across her neck. Her gland ached slightly. Teeth were biting her, a little too hard.
She heard Bai Xin say, trembling, “I knew… you would come.”
The pheromones pouring from Bai Xin’s body tugged at Cheng Jiqing’s senses.
She wanted to hold her down, but the trembling in her arms made her heart ache too much to do it.
A soft heart meant utter defeat.
“Cheng Jiqing.”
The full weight of Bai Xin’s body pressed down on Cheng Jiqing. She released the raised gland she had been suckling on, pushed aside the collar of the overcoat, and moved to kiss Cheng Jiqing’s throat, to kiss the tiny mole on her smooth skin.
“They stole my phone, stole my money, they wanted to… violate me…” Bai Xin sucked harder, her fingers wishing they could pass right through the layers of clothing to the skin beneath. She desperately needed to feel Cheng Jiqing’s presence.
A presence she had missed for so long.
She said in a hoarse voice, “But I fought to get the hairpin back. I risked my life. You gave it to me, I couldn’t lose it… Cheng Jiqing, I can’t lose you again…”
The bite on Cheng Jiqing’s skin hurt, her gland throbbed with pain, and her heart ached too.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
Just hearing those words, Cheng Jiqing was scared to death. Her voice was trembling.
She desperately wanted to say, who cares about this stupid hairpin?! If you lost it, you lost it! What if you had gotten hurt?!
Bai Xin had said “they,” which meant she had been facing more than one person alone. Cheng Jiqing didn’t dare to imagine what Bai Xin had gone through by herself.
She dared even less to imagine how Bai Xin had managed to get the hairpin back.
Cheng Jiqing had been leaning back for too long. She shifted to kneel properly on both legs and tried to gently separate herself from Bai Xin, wanting to check if she was injured.
Bai Xin allowed her to pull away for a moment, then also knelt down, but she didn’t let Cheng Jiqing check her.
She pulled open her long knit skirt, parted her knees, and leaned in, sitting on Cheng Jiqing’s lap.
Her tall boots rubbed against Cheng Jiqing’s overcoat.
She cupped Cheng Jiqing’s face and kissed her fiercely, as if wanting to devour her bit by bit.
Saliva was exchanged, the suction was intense, their lips went numb.
She didn’t want to hear anything. She only wanted to possess Cheng Jiqing.
A feeling of suffocation followed.
Bai Xin straightened up slightly, breaking their contact a little. Supporting her body with her legs, she took Cheng Jiqing’s hand from her waist and guided it.
Cheng Jiqing had just come in from the rain. Her body and hands were icy cold, dripping wet, and unbelievably damp.
Bai Xin shivered violently, but her lips still clung to Cheng Jiqing’s, refusing to let go.
The rain lessened, and the noise on the car roof softened.
But the atmosphere inside the car ignited, like a single spark falling on a haystack—sudden and impossible to escape.
The sensation under Cheng Jiqing’s fingertips exploded. The heat was shocking. A buzzing sound filled her mind.
Afraid Bai Xin couldn’t breathe, she pulled her away.
Bai Xin, agitated like a wildcat in spring, lowered her head again. Her damp hair pressed against Cheng Jiqing as she let out a short, plaintive cry…
Cheng Jiqing felt that cold hair and remembered that Bai Xin had been in the rain; both of their clothes were shockingly cold.
She abruptly pulled her hand away.
Confused, crestfallen, and mournful, Bai Xin looked at her. Then she reached for Cheng Jiqing’s fingers. Touching the stickiness, she brought them up, as if lost, and placed them against her cheek.
She tilted her head to kiss the searing hot fingertips. The wetness touched her, and her eyes reddened. “Cheng Jiqing, you still refuse…?”
“It’s cold.” It’s also dirty here, and not safe enough.
Right now, Cheng Jiqing was filled more with heartache for Bai Xin, and also regret. Cheng Jiqing’s face was flushed, her breathing just as labored as Bai Xin’s. After speaking, she fished a blocker patch1 out of her bag and then reached for the gland on Bai Xin’s neck.
She gently applied it.
No one knew that ever since Bai Xin had joined the show, blocker patches had become something she always carried with her.
Bai Xin didn’t clearly hear that word.
Just the brush of Cheng Jiqing’s touch on her gland made Bai Xin go soft again. Her body was frantic, but her expression darkened. Cheng Jiqing helping her apply a pheromone blocker patch meant that Cheng Jiqing still didn’t want her.
She had rejected her.
Bai Xin rested her forehead on Cheng Jiqing’s shoulder, utterly dejected, her heart like dead ashes, and said with self-mockery:
“It’s useless. Have you forgotten? I have dual glands.”
The other one, how was Cheng Jiqing supposed to apply a patch to it?
Cheng Jiqing: “…”
Of course Cheng Jiqing knew. It was impossible to apply a patch there. The one on her neck was just to keep the pheromones from overflowing too much.
Cheng Jiqing gripped the nape of Bai Xin’s neck, making her sit up straighter. “I know.”
She pulled open the car door, pulled Bai Xin to the edge, and then jumped out. The rain pelted her body.
She lifted Bai Xin down with one arm, feeling her faint trembling.
She lowered her gaze, her eyes full of heartache, and asked, “Can you walk?”
Bai Xin looked at Cheng Jiqing’s expression. Before she could answer, the latter swept her up into her arms. “Endure it for a little while.”
It was a two-minute walk.
Next to the coffee shop was a small motel with a glowing orange paper lantern.
In the curtain of rain, it wasn’t clear, blurring the vision. One could only see the hazy halo of light around the lamp.
Check in, get a room.
A small three-story building, it didn’t even need an elevator.
When they reached the stairs, Cheng Jiqing tossed the umbrella aside and put the old-fashioned keyring in Bai Xin’s hand. She lifted Bai Xin up and carried her upstairs, her steps steady and quick.
Red-painted door, brass lock.
The hand Bai Xin used to open the door was trembling, just like their bodies.
After trying twice, she let out a whimper and threw her arms around Cheng Jiqing’s neck. “I can’t take it anymore, Cheng Jiqing. I feel like I’m dying…”
The heat was coming on fiercely. Cheng Jiqing’s touch just now had pushed her to the brink.
Enduring these past two minutes was already her limit.
She lowered her head and bit down on Cheng Jiqing’s shoulder, suppressing her voice.
Enduring the pain, Cheng Jiqing could only put her down, then take the key to open the door.
The moment she turned the lock, she pulled Bai Xin inside.
BAM—
It was the sound of the door slamming shut, and also the sound of Cheng Jiqing bumping into the entryway cabinet.
Bai Xin pressed close, tangling with Cheng Jiqing’s lips.
The room was bathed in the dim yellow light.
Cheng Jiqing reached out and bolted the lock, then pulled her away. The two threw their overcoats to the floor, and Cheng Jiqing dragged Bai Xin toward the bathroom.
The glass door closed.
The shower turned on.
Steam quickly began to rise.
Once inside, the distance between them actually widened.
Once again, they gazed at each other through the mist. The elements of Bai Xin’s heat kept surging forth. She couldn’t stand steadily and could only lean against the wall.
Her outer layer was removed. The torn knit fabric, weighed down by the water, drooped, revealing the white lace of what was underneath.
And around Bai Xin’s neck was still that black silk scarf.
It was supposed to be a bow, but now it was a half-loosened dead knot.
Cheng Jiqing asked again in a low voice, the question she hadn’t gotten an answer to earlier, “Are you hurt?”
Bai Xin shook her head.
She couldn’t hold herself up and started sliding down the bathroom wall. Cheng Jiqing scooped her up and pressed her back against it.
“They tried to drag me into an alley. I thought, this time I probably wouldn’t be able to escape…” Bai Xin’s breathing was too rushed. She paused for a moment, squinting in the hot water.
Before she could say more, Cheng Jiqing pulled her into her arms.
Hearing the words ‘this time,’ Cheng Jiqing’s heart twisted in pain.
This wasn’t the first time Bai Xin had experienced something like this. Tang Jia had said that Bai Xin had also nearly been in trouble that one time.
She thought of the vigilance and darkness in Bai Xin’s eyes when she first saw her in the car. That was not the look of someone facing danger for the first time.
Besides these incidents, what other terrors had Bai Xin faced during her days alone?
Previously, Cheng Jiqing had only tried to put herself in her shoes, feeling heartache and understanding. But now, truly facing the risk of losing her, she realized that putting herself in another’s shoes, without having experienced the reality, could never truly be the same as feeling it herself.
She had never truly experienced this kind of panic, had never stared into a dark, rainy night feeling helpless and frantic, had never prayed to both Buddhas and Jesus for Bai Xin’s safety.
And so, she wouldn’t have suddenly understood the question that had been tangling her up all these days.
“I pulled out the hairpin and stabbed with it, so they tried to snatch it from me. Cheng Jiqing… I was so scared… And I missed you so much…”
At that moment, she couldn’t think of anyone but Cheng Jiqing. She stabbed at the two of them like a madwoman, heedless of everything. She only thought that even if she died, she would die as Cheng Jiqing’s.
Maybe someone shouted in the distance, or maybe she had truly scared them off.
The two of them ran away, but she found that she couldn’t move.
Even in the early stages of her heat, she couldn’t drive the car. She couldn’t even press the brake; she had no strength. A 3S omega on the verge of a full-blown heat would become a ‘sin’ wherever she went.
She didn’t trust anyone, so she could only lock the car doors tight.
She thought, Cheng Jiqing will come. Cheng Jiqing will definitely come.
In the time she waited for Cheng Jiqing, her longing could fill mountains and seas, could expand to fill heaven and earth.
Cheng Jiqing listened to Bai Xin’s broken words, her eyes burning, her heart aching so much it felt like it would explode.
She hugged Bai Xin tightly, her tears masked by the heat from the showerhead above.
Her kiss landed on Bai Xin’s ear, then lowered to press against her lips.
No words could be a more direct response than this kiss. It was for Bai Xin, and also for herself.
She said, “Don’t be afraid.”
Both of their lips were trembling.
Cheng Jiqing said it again, “Don’t be afraid.” I’m here. I’m with you.
That day, she had asked herself. Cheng Jiqing, if it happens again, can you bear it? Are you truly ready?
The answer was. She couldn’t bear it. She wasn’t fully prepared.
But.
Bai Xin was willing to give up everything she once cherished for her, willing to risk it all in a last-ditch battle2 to come to her, willing to break her own proud bones to change for her. So why couldn’t she risk sinking into the sea one more time?
Perhaps it was foolish, unbelievably foolish…
But.
For Bai Xin, she was willing to take the risk one more time.
Cheng Jiqing’s forehead touched Bai Xin’s. Her eyes locked on to Bai Xin’s as she said through her tears, “Bai Xin, this is the last time.”
It was the sorrow of admitting her own defeat, and the joy of having regained what was lost.
This last time would perhaps use up all the strength she had for her entire life. The strength to love someone.
Bai Xin was also crying silently, but it was all buried by the hot water.
It buried the suffering of the past and washed away all unknown hesitation.
On Bai Xin’s entire body, the only thing left was the unremovable black silk scarf around her neck.
Cheng Jiqing didn’t have the patience to untie it either.
The bed was a wrought-iron bed with a mattress on it. The white headboard had rails adorned with European-style patterns.
Bai Xin’s hands gripped it.
The iron bed was shaking, and the silk scarf over her heart was shaking too.
Outside, the rain was still falling. The window casement wasn’t fully closed and was creaking. creak, creak.
But there was an awning, so as long as the wind wasn’t too strong, the rain wouldn’t drift in.
The dim yellow light, a white jade bodhi seed lying quietly on the windowsill desk. The only sound in the room was that of water.
Bai Xin didn’t suppress her voice. Her seductive cries entered Cheng Jiqing’s heart, one after another, making her scalp tingle.
She raised her head to block Bai Xin’s mouth.
But this only made things more intense.
It wasn’t gentle like in the past; it was as if she wanted to carve something into her very bones.
Bai Xin’s whole body was in agony, feeling that death would be a relief, yet possession and pain filled her chest. She loved this fierce side of Cheng Jiqing.
She loved that Cheng Jiqing was as crazy as she was.
Finally.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
She whimpered in a low cry, “Cheng… Chengcheng…”
Cheng Jiqing brushed the wet hair from her face, took her hand, interlaced their fingers, and pinned them to the bed. She kissed her eyes. “Mm…”
Cheng Jiqing didn’t ask, nor did she stop.
She waited for her to speak.
Bai Xin looked at Cheng Jiqing with hazy eyes, but her mind was clear. Her rebellious bone3 and madness surfaced again. What’s the harm in being a little more unrestrained?
She said, “Harder.”
Cheng Jiqing: “…”
Cheng Jiqing gazed at the omega’s moist eyes and silently quirked her lip.
Very well.
“As you wish.”
The author has something to say:
Bai-jie famous masterpiece—《Stubborn Mouth》4
Footnotes
- 隔离贴 | gélí tiē | An adhesive patch used to cover an omega’s scent gland to suppress or block their pheromones. Also referred to as a scent blocker or inhibitor patch.
- 背水一战 | bèishuǐyīzhàn | An idiom meaning “to fight with one’s back to the river,” signifying a do-or-die situation with no retreat possible.
- 反骨 | fǎngǔ | Literally “rebel bone.” A term from Chinese folklore and physiognomy for a bone at the back of the skull, said to indicate a rebellious and treacherous nature. Figuratively, it just means a rebellious spirit.
- 《嘴硬》| Zuǐ Yìng | Literally “Hard Mouth.” An expression for someone who is stubborn and refuses to admit fault or show weakness, even when they are wrong or suffering. The author is humorously referring to Bai Xin’s line “Harder” as a prime example of this trait.
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