Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? - Chapter 51.1

Her voice was soft and lazy, and the sweet scent of alcohol on her breath brushed gently against Sui Yu’s cheek. Sui Yu’s entire body stiffened. Heat crept up the back of her neck, and embarrassment spread across her face as if someone had just uncovered her thoughts.

“I… I…” Sui Yu couldn’t get the words out—because what she had been thinking wasn’t exactly innocent.

They were in the underground parking garage now, their cars parked just beside them. Sui Yu leaned against the vehicle, holding Shen Jueshu in her arms. The stillness of the space only added to the rising tension between them, ripe with unspoken desire.

Shen Jueshu rested in her embrace, her lips grazing Sui Yu’s jawline—soft, teasing kisses that hovered just short of contact. Her voice grew more languid, more alluring. “Whatever you’re thinking… you can act on it.”

“You have the right to do whatever you want to me~” This time, her lips didn’t hover. They landed—warm, real—against Sui Yu’s skin.

Soft. Heated. Undeniably present.

Sui Yu, already flustered by having her intentions laid bare, now felt her desire ignite. Her arms wrapped more tightly around Shen Jueshu, her face growing redder by the second.

Yes, she was shy—but that didn’t mean she didn’t want her.

And truth be told… she had secretly watched a couple of videos. She should be ready now… right?

“T-Then… should we go home?” she asked timidly, her voice so soft it barely registered as sound.

Shen Jueshu’s throat moved with a subtle swallow. Slightly tipsy from the wine, she felt herself growing even more intoxicated—but not from the alcohol. Sui Yu had finally taken initiative.

The snow-like fragrance of her pheromones enveloped them both, that long-restrained desire swelling quietly in their chests. Shen Jueshu nuzzled into the crook of Sui Yu’s neck and pressed a kiss to her sensitive skin. If not for the last ounce of reason reminding her that this place was not appropriate, she might not have stopped at just a kiss.

She’d waited far too long.

“Okay.”

Hearing that soft yes made Sui Yu light up. Carefully, she helped Shen Jueshu into the car, then circled around to the driver’s seat. She meant to start the engine and drive home immediately, but her excitement overwhelmed her. Unable to hold back, she unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned over, and trapped Shen Jueshu in her arms—kissing her passionately.

She kissed the lips that had just said those flutter-inducing words, greedily claiming the sweetness within.

This—being able to kiss her girlfriend whenever she wanted, hug her whenever she wished—this kind of life was so good it could make her cry.

Shen Jueshu welcomed her advances completely, even tilting her head to give Sui Yu better access.

Feeling Sui Yu’s intense emotions and sensing her Alpha pheromones surging, Shen Jueshu’s eyes curved with a faint smile.

Now that was the scent of a real Alpha.

The kiss went on for a long time before Sui Yu finally pulled back, trying to steady her breath. Her face was flushed to the point of being warm enough to use as a hand-warmer. Though she had just kissed Shen Jueshu, she didn’t dare look at her—only lowering her gaze to lick her lips, still tasting her girlfriend there.

Her ears turned even redder. Maybe she’d gone a little overboard just now…

Then, from beside her, a hand reached over and rested gently on her thigh—patting it like a reassurance. Sui Yu flinched. Was it comfort? Or was it more teasing?

She cleared her throat and tried to act normal, lifting her head—only for her pupils to shrink in an instant.

Bang.

The sudden gunshot rang out across the parking garage with piercing clarity.

Sui Yu lunged toward Shen Jueshu without a second thought. The gunshot had shattered the glass—and pierced flesh.

The sound burrowed into their ears as the bullet struck. Shen Jueshu only realized what had happened when she felt herself being pulled down, shielded tightly in Sui Yu’s arms—and heard a choked, muffled gasp of pain right in her ear.

Her slightly tipsy mind sobered instantly.

Warm. Wet. Sticky.

She felt the liquid dripping onto her hands—Sui Yu’s blood.

“Sui Yu!”

She panicked, trying to check her condition, but Sui Yu wouldn’t let her move—still protecting her, even though her face was drained of color and she was visibly in pain.

More shots rang out around them. A team of guards suddenly appeared, swiftly surrounding the car. One opened the driver’s door and, with effort, shifted Sui Yu into the passenger seat before slamming the car into drive and tearing out of the garage.

Gunfire echoed behind them, but Shen Jueshu couldn’t spare a single thought for why this was happening. She pressed a hand to Sui Yu’s back, the stickiness of the blood overwhelming every sense she had. Though Sui Yu was in her arms, she didn’t dare hold her too tightly.

“Faster. Drive faster,” she whispered.

“Hm?” the bodyguard up front asked, not catching her words.

“I said DRIVE FASTER!” she suddenly screamed, eyes bloodshot and full of raw terror.

Startled, the driver slammed the gas pedal to the floor, and the car roared toward the Shen family’s private hospital.

In the disinfectant-scented hallway, Shen Jueshu sat on a waiting bench, her whole body stiff and trembling slightly.

Her red suit now looked even darker—stained and heavy. She stared down at it for a moment before hurriedly ripping it off and tossing it to the floor. At the sight of the red-soaked fabric, her mind flashed back to Sui Yu’s body, half-covered in blood.

Her hands—her hands were still stained with that blood. No matter how much she rubbed them, they wouldn’t come clean.

Her eyes were rimmed with red. She was on the verge of breaking.

When Shen Jueshu’s parents arrived, they were met with the sight of their daughter, devoid of her usual composure. She looked like a wounded beast on the edge of collapse. Even though she hadn’t made a sound, it was as if her silence screamed louder than any cry.

Jiang Siyue had rushed over with them. The moment she saw Shen Jueshu like this, her heart clenched.

She quickly took off her coat and draped it over her trembling shoulders. Pulling her into a hug, she murmured, “It’s okay, it’s okay. Everything will be fine.”

But even as she comforted her, her own tears began to fall.

She was scared too. Seeing how much blood had soaked into Shen Jueshu’s clothes—it was impossible not to imagine how badly Sui Yu must have been hurt.

Father Shen’s face was grim as he stepped forward and picked up the discarded jacket. The damp, sticky fabric told him everything.

He had already received a report from the bodyguards on the way over. At first, he couldn’t picture the scene—Sui Yu shielding Jueshu with her body. But touching the blood-soaked coat, he understood.

He could see it now, clearly.

Mother Shen gently gathered Jueshu and Siyue into her arms, wrapping another coat brought by the bodyguards over them.

“Baby,” she said hoarsely, cupping Shen Jueshu’s cheek. “Let Mommy take you to wash your hands, okay?”

Those words pulled Shen Jueshu back to her childhood—being cared for, protected.

She looked up at her mother with eyes full of pain, like a wronged child. “I want to wash my hands… but I also want to wait for her.”

“I want to wait. I want to see her safe.”

Mother Shen’s heart twisted painfully. She nearly burst into tears herself. She quickly turned her face to the side to wipe her eyes in secret before calling a bodyguard to bring over a basin of warm water.

Then, personally, she began to help her daughter wash the blood from her hands.

Shen Jueshu sat there blankly as her mother gently washed the blood from her hands, then moved on to wipe her face and neck. The warmth of the water opened her pores and slowly eased her tension. And just like that—without warning—tears began to stream down her cheeks.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Siyue felt her own heart ache. She pulled out some tissues and quietly dabbed the tears from Shen Jueshu’s face. She had always assumed that Shen Jueshu, as cool and reserved as she was, even if she loved someone, would never love too deeply.

But now… seeing her like this, Jiang Siyue felt ashamed for ever thinking that.

A person’s aloofness isn’t a reason to question the depth of their feelings.

Sniffling, she said with conviction, “Ah Yu will definitely be okay!”

They loved each other this much—there was no way Sui Yu would be willing to leave her behind.

After her mother had finished cleaning her up, Shen Jueshu slowly began to collect herself. She knew she couldn’t let herself fall completely into panic and despair—there were still things she had to do. Without lifting her head, her voice dropped, carrying an unmistakable edge:

“Did you catch the shooter?”

Though she didn’t direct the question at anyone in particular, everyone knew who it was meant for.

One of the bodyguards bowed his head in shame. “We saw it was a man. I’m sorry—we failed.”

He lowered his head further. Not only had they failed to notice someone hiding in the car across from theirs, they hadn’t even managed to catch the shooter after the attack.

Shen Jueshu remained silent, her face cast in shadow, unreadable.

The atmosphere dropped several degrees. The bodyguard swallowed and added, “But we hit him in the leg. We’ve already alerted every hospital. If anyone comes in with a gunshot wound, we’ll be notified immediately.”

After a long silence, Shen Jueshu asked, “What about the garage surveillance—did it capture anything?”

“We’re already negotiating with the hotel. We’ll have the footage very soon.”

Shen Jueshu nodded slowly and said no more. Her gaze drifted to the closed door of the operating room. Even now, she had so many questions. If the Plot Maintenance Bureau was behind this, wouldn’t this outcome also disrupt their intended storyline?

And if it was the Traverser Association—well, the gun had clearly been aimed at her. Did they want her dead?

The more she thought about it, the more tangled her thoughts became. Things had spiraled beyond her control.

They all waited in tense silence. As the minutes dragged by, unease grew in every heart. No one knew how long had passed when finally—finally—the red light above the operating room flicked off, and the doors opened.

Shen Jueshu sprang to her feet. The coat draped over her shoulders fell to the ground, unnoticed. She rushed to the doctor, her throat dry.

“How is she?”

The doctor looked at the pale, beautiful woman before her. She was no stranger to this kind of moment, and her tone remained calm. “We managed to save her. But the injury was extremely serious. She’s being moved to the ICU for close observation. Once she stabilizes, we’ll transfer her to a standard room.”

“Oh, and—since you’re mutually marked, your pheromones can help soothe her. You’re allowed to accompany her in the ICU.”

The doctor was clearly exhausted. She had been about to go off shift when the emergency came in. And of all people—it was Sui Yu who was injured. After hours of intense surgery, she was running on fumes.

But Shen Jueshu broke into a smile—relieved, trembling—tears spilling over again.

She knew it. Sui Yu wouldn’t leave her. She knew she’d pull through.

On the way to the hospital, Sui Yu had already been slipping in and out of consciousness, mumbling nonsense. But the one thing she repeated the most was that she loved her.

If this were a normal day, Shen Jueshu would’ve been overjoyed to hear it. But in that moment, it had terrified her.

Sui Yu’s repeated declarations sounded more like last words—as if she feared she might never have the chance to say them again.

Sui Yu was transferred to the ICU. After a quick preparation, Shen Jueshu went in.

She looked at the unconscious woman lying there—pale, almost bloodless. Shen Jueshu sat beside her and reached out, gently stroking her face. It was cool to the touch.

Tears welled again.

Her pheromones filled the room in a soft, calming presence. The once-crisp and cold scent had melted into a quiet grief, wrapping around Sui Yu like a protective shell.

“I want to hear you say it after you wake up,” she whispered, choking up. “Tell me you love me… not like you’re afraid it’s your last chance.”

But Sui Yu didn’t hear her.

She lay there, peaceful and unmoving, as if simply in a deep sleep.

Shen Jueshu stared at her for a long time, fingers gently tracing the space between her brows.

Was she feeling any pain? She hoped not. If she were in pain, wouldn’t her brows have furrowed?

This woman—whenever she got even a little hurt—would always act spoiled and cling to her.

So why wasn’t she doing it now?

Wake up. Wake up, and you can pout and whine all you want.

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