Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? - Chapter 46.2

She began inspecting the ropes tied around her and the metal chair holding her down. It wasn’t something she could break out of with brute force. She’d have to get creative.

After some time, Ding Qisi returned, holding a tray with syringes. Sui Yu’s eyes narrowed.

It was that shot again—last time it had knocked her out.

Seeing the look on her face, Ding Qisi chuckled. “Relax. It’s just a nutrient injection to keep your basic functions going. It won’t knock you out this time. Honestly, letting you sleep would be too merciful. Staying conscious in this kind of place… that’s real torment.”

Sui Yu: “…Yup. Another psycho.”

Her expression shifted. “Can you at least untie me? I need to use the bathroom.”

Ding Qisi hesitated, then smiled faintly. “You really think that’s possible?”

If she untied her now, could she still restrain her?

“So what, you’re just going to stand there while I go right here? You’re not grossed out?”

Still smiling, Ding Qisi replied, “If you dare do that, I’ll record it and send the footage to Shen Jueshu.”

Sui Yu: “…” This woman is vicious.

“It’s a basic human need. I can hold it for a while, but not forever.”

Ding Qisi studied her carefully. Her face was slightly flushed, and her body was tense—it did look like she genuinely needed to go.

After a moment of silence, Ding Qisi left the room. When she came back, she was holding a syringe and injected it directly into the gland on Sui Yu’s neck—suppressing her pheromones.

Sui Yu could feel it immediately. Her body weakened, and the pressure around her gland tightened. Her scent was being forcefully suppressed.

Feels like being sealed up, she thought with a click of her tongue.

Then, Ding Qisi carefully loosened the ropes—only halfway. She changed the bindings so Sui Yu’s upper body remained restrained, but her forearms and lower body were free to move. After that, she unfastened her legs and grabbed the other end of the rope, guiding her out of the claustrophobic room.

It wasn’t until they stepped out that Sui Yu realized why the space had been so small. Ding Qisi had carved out a hidden chamber inside her bedroom. If someone didn’t know the apartment layout well, they’d never suspect such a place existed.

Ding Qisi brought her to the bathroom and waited outside.

Once inside, Sui Yu looked around, eyes darting to the slightly ajar door. She began searching the bathroom, hoping to find anything useful.

Nothing. Not even a razor blade.

She sighed deeply and began weighing her chances. Could she make a break for it, even with her arms partly tied?

“Hurry up!” Ding Qisi snapped from outside, clearly annoyed.

“I can’t pull my pants down with my arms tied this tight!” Sui Yu shot back, frustrated.

There was a pause outside.

Just as Sui Yu was debating whether to go for it, Ding Qisi suddenly came in. Her gaze dropped immediately to Sui Yu’s lower half, and her expression grew… complicated.

Sui Yu: “…” She had a very bad feeling.

“W-wait, what are you doing?!” she cried, stepping back in alarm.

Ding Qisi rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. “Don’t flatter yourself. You think I want to see you? One glance at you might give me pinkeye.”

“Then just loosen the ropes!” Sui Yu shouted, on the verge of a breakdown. “If I let you take off my pants, I’d rather die of shame! I wouldn’t even be able to face Shen Jueshu again!”

Ding Qisi’s annoyance grew deeper. “Oh please, save it. Haven’t you been seen by enough people already? I’m doing you a favor not being disgusted!”

She clearly thought Sui Yu’s reputation was dirt. Playing the virtuous act now? Pathetic.

Sui Yu clenched her jaw. As Ding Qisi moved closer again, her expression shifted—then suddenly, she launched herself forward and rammed into her, slamming Ding Qisi’s head into the edge of the sink!

Seizing the moment while Ding Qisi cried out in pain and stumbled, Sui Yu bolted out the door. No time to think—she had to run.

She hadn’t wanted to act rashly before, fearing she’d lose her only chance. But with Ding Qisi about to pull her pants down, all hesitation vanished.

She ran for the front door, but with her upper body still bound, her movement was clumsy and slow. She fumbled for the doorknob, struggling to open it. Behind her, Ding Qisi was already staggering to her feet, one hand on her bleeding head, her expression murderous.

“Shit!” Sui Yu cursed. With only her forearms free, even opening a door became painfully difficult.

“You want to run? I’ll show you!” Ding Qisi screamed, grabbing Sui Yu by the hair and slamming her head into the door.

Pain exploded behind her eyes. Her vision swam. She tasted blood in her mouth, and her fury boiled over.

No more holding back.

Enduring the pain of having her hair yanked, she lifted her leg and slammed her knee into Ding Qisi’s groin.

“Ugh—!” Ding Qisi’s face twisted in agony.

The hand tangled in her hair loosened its grip, but Sui Yu didn’t stop there. Taking advantage of the moment, she kicked Ding Qisi hard in the stomach.

The blow sent Ding Qisi crashing backward into a cabinet, her face flushing a dark, angry red, like overripe liver.

Sui Yu shook her head, dazed. She could feel something warm and wet running down from her scalp—likely blood. The dizziness churned nausea in her stomach, but this wasn’t the time to stop and throw up. As Ding Qisi doubled over in pain, Sui Yu managed to wrench open the door and stumble out.

She ran, chest heaving, her vision blurry. Her balance was off—she crashed into the wall more than once. Behind her, sounds of pursuit echoed.

“Agh!” she winced—something struck her leg. She looked down to find a fruit knife buried in her thigh.

The pain was excruciating—but it also cleared her head. Gritting her teeth, she kept going, limping toward the elevator. But the panel showed it was on the first floor. And with the pounding footsteps behind her, she had no time to wait.

She burst through the stairwell door and started down the stairs.

But with her body half-bound and her coordination off, it was either move slowly or fall.

She fell.

As she tumbled down the steps, one thought crossed her mind: This is what I get for skipping gym class.

Battered and bleeding, she forced herself back up. The knife in her thigh had driven deeper from the fall, but she couldn’t stop. She had to keep moving.

“Run, then! Let’s see how far you get!” Ding Qisi’s furious voice rang out behind her. She was running too—bloodied, furious, and wielding a kitchen knife now.

She caught up and swung for Sui Yu’s head.

Sui Yu ducked to the side, trying to repeat her earlier move, but this time Ding Qisi was ready. She dodged, then raised the knife again, charging at her like a madwoman.

Sui Yu’s eyes narrowed in desperation. Suddenly, a burst of pure Alpha pheromones erupted from her, overwhelming and suffocating.

Ding Qisi collapsed to her knees with a thud. The pressure of the top-tier Alpha’s presence was too much to bear—she couldn’t even lift her head.

Sui Yu was panting hard. Her scent flooded the space, but her body was already failing. The drug in her system made releasing pheromones physically punishing. Her muscles ached, her vision darkened at the edges. She was close to collapse.

Ding Qisi’s body trembled violently. Cold sweat poured from her as her instincts screamed at her to submit. She tried to fight it—but the moment the thought of resistance surfaced, it was crushed under that immense, choking presence.

Alpha instincts were not so easily defied.

Sui Yu shook her head to stay alert. She could feel herself slipping—this level of forced release was draining her. But she couldn’t leave yet. If she did, Ding Qisi might recover.

Why hasn’t anyone heard all this noise?! she thought, panicked.

Her control began to waver. She slammed her leg into the wall, using pain to stay conscious. Her gaze locked onto the knife still in Ding Qisi’s grip.

She lunged to grab it, but Ding Qisi held it tight—and she was slowly adapting to the pheromonal pressure.

No good. Sui Yu dove and rolled aside just as the blade slashed down where she had been.

Her pheromones were fading. Ding Qisi was recovering.

As Ding Qisi stalked toward her again, eyes gleaming with murderous rage, Sui Yu gave a crooked, defeated smile.

This might be it for me, she thought.

Ding Qisi raised the knife. Just as she tightened her grip to bring it down— A gunshot rang out.

The knife dropped from her hand with a loud clatter, followed by a scream of pain.

Sui Yu’s vision blurred completely. She tried to see what had happened, but everything was dark—except for one silhouette.

A slender figure was sprinting toward her, and even though she couldn’t make out the face, she recognized the cool, faint scent that clung to her breath.

Shen Jueshu had come for her.

Sui Yu felt like she was dreaming—a long, drawn-out dream.

In it, she stood outside her own body, watching the original host’s life from beginning to end.

From her first steps and baby words to her rise as the perfect daughter—kind, brilliant, beloved by the entire Sui family. But after the accident that took her mother, everything changed.

She became moody, volatile. And when she realized this world was just a fabricated illusion, her personality twisted further—bitter, hostile. But now and then, moments of calm would surface. She’d sit quietly, the sharp edges softened, almost gentle.

Whenever she saw those moments, Sui Yu would feel a pang in her chest.

If only the original host had lived her life on her own terms—she could’ve had a bright, beautiful future.
But because of the “plot,” she was forced down a path of ruin.
From pure white to filthy black.

She didn’t know how much time had passed. Her limbs ached with the heaviness of rest. When she finally opened her eyes, everything around her was white.

The sharp scent of disinfectant told her she was in a hospital.

Moving her head brought a surge of nausea and splitting pain. Her abdomen seized up, and dry heaves racked her throat.

The door burst open. Someone ran in, then rushed to her side.

Strong arms pulled her upright, supporting her against a warm chest. A small bowl of cut fruit had been repurposed into a makeshift basin and held up to her lips as she gagged.

She vomited nothing—her body had long been emptied of food. Only the dry retching remained, and by the end, her face was flushed, eyes shimmering with tears.

Then she sniffled, voice trembling. “W-wife…”

That one word, said in a small, broken voice, shattered the woman beside her.

Shen Jueshu had only stepped out to take a phone call. When she returned and saw Sui Yu awake, her heart had soared—only to plunge the next second when she saw her in pain.

Now, hearing her call her “wife” in that fragile, pitiful tone, Shen Jueshu couldn’t hold back anymore.

She pulled Sui Yu tightly into her arms, burying her face against her shoulder. Tears slid silently down her cheeks, soaking through the hospital gown and burning against Sui Yu’s skin.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” Shen Jueshu choked out through sobs, holding Sui Yu tightly in her arms. She hated herself for arriving too late. When she had seen Sui Yu lying there, covered in blood, lifeless on the floor—the crushing weight of that moment nearly suffocated her.

In that instant, she had truly been terrified. Terrified to her core.
She didn’t even dare imagine what would’ve happened if Sui Yu hadn’t made it.

Thankfully—mercifully—heaven hadn’t shut all the doors.
Sui Yu had been saved.

She’d slipped into unconsciousness from a mild concussion and significant blood loss, and had remained asleep for three full days due to weakness.

Now, as Shen Jueshu hugged her tightly, Sui Yu could feel the calming warmth flowing from her embrace. She lifted her arm, weakly circling it around Shen Jueshu’s waist. She had no strength, but even that light touch brought her comfort.

“I… I thought I’d never see you again,” Sui Yu whispered, her voice barely audible. Back when she was struggling with Ding Qisi, when she saw that knife raised above her, she’d truly believed—this is it.

The idea of never seeing Shen Jueshu again—that had been the hardest to accept.

Shen Jueshu’s heart ached even more hearing that. She had been scared too—terrified she’d never see Sui Yu alive again.

Sui Yu rested her head against Shen Jueshu’s shoulder, then gently pressed a kiss to the spot just above her gland. Inhaling the cool, familiar scent of her pheromones, she finally felt safe.

The pain in her head, the nausea—they seemed to ease just a little.

“How… how did you find me?” she asked softly, eyes still closed.

Had she not escaped that cramped hidden room herself, she never would’ve guessed Ding Qisi had carved out a secret space right inside her own bedroom.

Shen Jueshu held her close, her scent still wrapping around Sui Yu like a protective shell. After a moment of silence, she said quietly, “I visited Ding Qisi once. While I was there, I saw workers moving partition panels into her apartment. I didn’t think much of it at the time. But later, after I got back to the hotel, I had a sinking feeling—what if you were inside her home all along?”

According to the people she had assigned to monitor Ding Qisi, the woman hadn’t left her apartment. If she wasn’t trying to kill Sui Yu outright, then the only explanation was that she was keeping her close—right under her own roof.

She then got her hands on the floor plan of Ding Qisi’s apartment.
Having already been inside, she compared the actual layout to the official blueprints—only to find a significant portion missing.

Realizing this, she rushed back with others.

But as soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw it—crimson bloodstains smeared across the floor, alongside the frantic imprints of footprints.

Her heart plummeted. Following the trail to the stairwell, she had arrived just in time to see Ding Qisi raising a knife—ready to strike.

What happened next, she knew Sui Yu already remembered.
She didn’t hesitate.
She grabbed the police officer’s gun and fired—aiming straight at Ding Qisi’s wrist.

The bullet hit its mark.
The knife fell from her hand.

The police officers had been momentarily stunned by her quick action—especially when she casually tossed the gun back at them. They were speechless.

After all, snatching a cop’s firearm and shooting someone? That was no small thing.

But Shen Jueshu felt no guilt. In her mind, she did what had to be done.
Waiting for proper procedure—“Put the weapon down!” “Don’t move!”—was too slow. If she had waited even a second longer, it might’ve been over.

Sui Yu, nestled against her chest, listened in silence.
Then she let out a soft laugh and sighed. “So I didn’t need to escape on my own after all. You would’ve found me soon anyway.”

She’d barely stumbled out the door when Shen Jueshu had arrived, guns blazing.
Maybe if she’d just waited patiently, she would’ve seen Shen Jueshu kick down that hidden door like a hero on a cloud, come to rescue her.

But life was never that perfectly timed.
Neither of them had known the other’s situation. In that kind of chaos, saving yourself was the only sure thing.

Shen Jueshu didn’t respond. She was still blaming herself.
If only she had figured it out sooner, maybe Sui Yu wouldn’t have suffered so much.

The two of them held each other tightly, savoring the relief of surviving.

“Does your head still hurt?” Shen Jueshu asked gently.

When she first saw Sui Yu’s blood-covered face, it had nearly stopped her heart.

“Mhm…” Sui Yu mumbled. Then, in a soft, drawn-out whine, she added, “It’s dizzy. And I feel sick…”

Ding Qisi hadn’t held back—Sui Yu had taken a brutal hit to the head.
She thought back to how hard she’d slammed Ding Qisi against the sink earlier. Why hadn’t she ended up with a concussion?

Then a terrible thought crossed her mind.

She pulled away from Shen Jueshu slightly and reached for her left leg— It wouldn’t move.

Even a tiny twitch sent a bolt of pain through her that made cold sweat break out across her back.

She froze, staring blankly at Shen Jueshu.

“Am I… am I going to be crippled?” she whispered.

Support