Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? - Chapter 54.1

Faced with Shen Jueshu’s words, Sister Yang’s expression darkened. She looked at Shen Jueshu and Sui Yu, then let out a long, weary sigh.

“It was our misfortune to be assigned to watch you two in this world.”

These two—especially Shen Jueshu—were never going to be people they could control. And if they couldn’t change anything, the only ending for them would be the erasure of their consciousness.

“It was the Transmigrator Association who came to us first,” Sister Yang said quietly. “They offered to help us infiltrate the hospital. Once our goal was achieved, we were to hand you over to them.”
As she spoke, her eyes flicked toward Shen Jueshu.

Hearing this, Shen Jueshu fell silent. A sharp glint passed through her eyes, and her lips pressed into a thin, blade-like line.

“…So your goal was to kill me?” Sui Yu suddenly asked.

If the plan was to hand over Shen Jueshu alive, that meant they needed her intact. But if Sui Yu were to fall into their hands—was there any chance she’d survive?

Sister Yang looked at her and sighed again. “Honestly, killing you wasn’t our real goal. We just wanted a way to get close to you both.”

“Huh?” Sui Yu made a confused sound.

Sister Yang’s face turned completely cold. “You already know the Maintenance Bureau and the Transmigrators are enemies. So why would the Transmigrators suddenly want to work with us? And when the job was done, how could we trust they wouldn’t just dispose of us?”

Of course they didn’t trust them.

Sui Yu tugged at the corner of her mouth. This is exactly why I hate dealing with so many people. Everyone’s scheming, circling around each other like chess pieces… it’s exhausting just trying to guess their next move.

“So you came here… to propose an alliance?” Shen Jueshu asked coolly.

Sister Yang looked her in the eye and gave a faint smile. “Yes. Compared to them, I think you might be the better choice.”

At least in terms of integrity and character, Shen Jueshu and her group had proven themselves more reliable.

Shen Jueshu smiled faintly, but there was no warmth behind it. “But you should know, if you work with us, you’re still going to have your consciousness erased in the end.”

If Sui Yu’s theory was right, then one day, their relationship would move forward. Not because they had to—but because she wasn’t going to spend her life in a chaste, theoretical partnership just to protect some people who had never been kind to them.

They weren’t worth that kind of sacrifice.

“We know,” Sister Yang said, her gaze dimming. “But compared to working with the Transmigrators, our chances of being erased are just as high. So if our fate is sealed either way, why should we help them achieve their goal at the cost of our own?”

She gave a bitter laugh. “If they can throw our storyline into chaos, why can’t we cause some chaos of our own in return?”

If we’re all going down, might as well take someone with us.

Sui Yu raised her eyebrows and gave her a thumbs-up. “You’ve got strong protagonist potential, I’ll give you that.”

Anyone with that ‘drag them to hell with me’ mindset would probably have a good following in a revenge drama.

Sister Yang chuckled. “I’m not lucky enough to be a main character.”

“And even if I were, I don’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse.”

Being at the center of the story might sound glamorous—but it came with heavy restrictions.

“So if this is really a collaboration, where’s your sincerity?” Shen Jueshu asked.

Sister Yang looked at her and hesitated, then said seriously, “I have a feeling the person the Transmigrator Association sent this time is stronger than we thought.”

“What do you mean?” Sui Yu frowned.

“I mean someone big might have arrived.”

She recounted everything they’d seen and heard the previous night in the underground garage. As she spoke, she saw the expressions on Shen Jueshu and Sui Yu grow visibly tense.

“So that guy we met before… was just a flunky?” Sui Yu muttered.
That actually made sense. But if the Transmigrators had sent someone even higher up, what was it about this world that made it so important?

Shen Jueshu said nothing. Her gaze dropped to her hands resting on her lap, fingers slowly curling into fists.

“You said the woman’s voice sounded young?” she asked after a long pause.

“Yes,” Sister Yang nodded. “Roughly early twenties. Her voice was light, but the pressure she gave off definitely wasn’t something a regular twenty-year-old could carry. And from the way the man treated her… she must be terrifying.”

Shen Jueshu’s lips twitched faintly, but she didn’t say another word.

Sui Yu, noticing something off, reached out and gently massaged her shoulder. She assumed her silence was due to the pressure from facing someone so powerful.

“I’ve always wondered something,” Sui Yu said suddenly. “If you’re natives selected by the plot, why do Transmigrators have secondary gender designations too?”

Transmigrators didn’t originate from this world—so how could they match the A/B/O system unless they also possessed physical hosts?

“Huh?” Sister Yang blinked, clearly confused.

Sui Yu immediately realized why—these people had only ever lived in this world. Even with self-awareness, it was hard for them to understand other universes might not even follow the same rules.

She leaned in and whispered in Shen Jueshu’s ear, “If Transmigrators are possessing bodies here, does that mean they can switch bodies too?”

If that were true, then literally anyone around them could be a hidden threat.

“No,” Shen Jueshu replied immediately and firmly.

“…Huh?” Now Sui Yu was surprised. “How can you be so sure?”

Wasn’t her understanding of the Transmigrators about the same as her own?

Shen Jueshu curled her fingers slightly before relaxing them. “Think about it. If they could jump between bodies freely, they would’ve already gotten close to us—and struck when we least expected it.”

Sui Yu thought for a moment and nodded. “That’s true.”

Then she turned back to Sister Yang and asked, “If this is a real alliance, what do you want from us?”

Sister Yang clenched her jaw. After a pause, she asked hesitantly, “Could you two… stay apart for one month? Give us some time to go home and tie up loose ends?”

Just because they had awareness now didn’t mean they were detached from this world. They still had loved ones—family, friends. Things they couldn’t leave behind without warning.

“No way!” Sui Yu rejected the request on the spot. “A month apart? Are you kidding me?”

“You’re just afraid we won’t be able to resist doing something if we stay together, right? Fine—then we promise to be perfectly respectful and behave ourselves for a month.”
She smiled sweetly at Sister Yang as she finished.

Sister Yang: “…”
Yup, they definitely knew what the trigger point of the plot was.

She took a deep breath. “Then… can you let us go?”

“Not yet,” Shen Jueshu said calmly. “I need your cooperation to stage a little scene. If you return to the Transmigrators empty-handed, do you really think they’ll let you off the hook?”

The strength difference between the two sides was massive. If these maintainers went back without results, they’d be as good as dead.

Sister Yang and her group: “…”

“What kind of scene are you trying to put on now?” she asked, her tone weary.
They’d long since realized that their fate was that of tools—picked by the plot to be maintainers, abandoned by the bureau, used by the Transmigrators, and now being made to perform by the heroine. Their whole lives had been one long tool-script.

She even gave a bitter laugh. At least some people stayed clueless in their roles—but they had to walk through theirs fully aware.

“You’ll understand soon enough,” Shen Jueshu replied, her gaze cool.

—

Back in their hospital room, Sui Yu stared at Shen Jueshu’s calm expression. “So, what exactly are you planning?”

Shen Jueshu closed the door behind them. She glanced down at the wristbands on both of their arms. After a moment of silence, she gently held Sui Yu’s hand and asked quietly:

“Sui Yu… what if I said I was planning to bring them to the Transmigrators—what would you say?”

“What?!”
Sui Yu’s voice shot up like a rocket. “Are you crazy?!”

“No! Absolutely not!”

She rejected it outright. The Transmigrators wanted Shen Jueshu—and now she was thinking of handing herself over? Who knew what they’d do to her?

“Sui Yu…” Shen Jueshu sighed softly. She’d expected this reaction, which was why she didn’t bring it up earlier in front of everyone.

“Shen Jueshu!”
Sui Yu stared at her, unblinking, clearly furious.

Shen Jueshu let out a longer breath this time. Since the day they got together, Sui Yu had never called her by her full name like this. Clearly, she was truly angry now.

“Don’t sigh like that!” Sui Yu snapped. “You make it sound like I’m being unreasonable when the truth is—you’re the one being ridiculous!”

Shen Jueshu gave up the sighing and instead held Sui Yu’s hand tighter. “I just wanted to get closer to them… to learn more.”

After all this time, they had never confronted the Transmigrators face-to-face. Everything they knew came from others. That meant their understanding of the enemy was still painfully limited.

And truthfully, there was something else she hadn’t said yet: when Sister Yang had described that young-sounding woman, something inside Shen Jueshu had stirred. An inexplicable urge to confirm her identity had taken root.

“You don’t need to risk everything just to learn more!” Sui Yu insisted.
“Right now, with the maintainers in our custody, the Transmigrators know their plan failed. They’re bound to make their next move soon. Isn’t that a perfect chance to observe?”

Shen Jueshu didn’t argue. From Sui Yu’s reaction, she knew this plan wasn’t going to happen.

“If we don’t do it,” she murmured, “then the maintainers won’t be of much use to us anymore.”
They’d already spilled everything they knew.

“Then just let them go!” Sui Yu turned her head away, unmoved.
“There’s no reason for you to take this kind of risk. The Transmigrators are too cunning—we don’t even have a way to protect ourselves, let alone guarantee your safety.”

Shen Jueshu wanted to insist. But under Sui Yu’s stubborn, unrelenting gaze, her will slowly unraveled.

Don’t be fooled by how this girl usually acted like a cheerful, obedient puppy—when she dug in her heels, she was completely immovable.

“…Fine. I promise,” Shen Jueshu said at last.

She knew, deep down, that the plan was riddled with holes. But at the time, she just desperately wanted a chance to get closer to the truth.

Even after her agreement, Sui Yu remained suspicious. She narrowed her eyes. “This isn’t some delay tactic, is it?”

She wouldn’t put it past Shen Jueshu to use this as a way to quietly go through with her plan.

Shen Jueshu gritted her teeth. “Do you really think that little of me?”

“When have you ever gone back on your word?” Sui Yu challenged.

“Then how will you guarantee it?” she added, dead serious.

Shen Jueshu: “…”

Later that night, while being pinned to the bed and kissed until she couldn’t breathe, she started to regret ever bringing up the plan.

This “no-action kissing-only” punishment was torture in itself.

—

Eventually, the maintainers were released—but not without preparation. They disguised themselves as though their consciousnesses had already been wiped, blending into the crowds as ordinary people, no longer posing a threat.

Watching them leave, Sui Yu sighed. “Who would’ve thought taking care of the maintainers would be this easy…”

After all, it was the plot itself that had been their biggest obstacle.

“If they hadn’t been abandoned…” Shen Jueshu said softly.

She didn’t finish the sentence—but Sui Yu understood. If the Bureau hadn’t given up on them, they’d still be their greatest threat.

Now, their attention had to turn to the Transmigrators.

“I just can’t figure out why the Transmigrators wanted to work with the maintainers in the first place,” Sui Yu mused.
“At this point, what could the maintainers even offer them?”

Shen Jueshu smiled, but there was no warmth in her eyes. “Maybe they never intended to collaborate. They just needed someone to test the waters for them.”

She had deliberately created a weak point in her trap—a fake opening.
Of course the Transmigrators would notice it. But was it a real vulnerability, or a setup?

To find out, they needed pawns. Someone expendable.

And who better than the abandoned maintainers?

If it was a trap—sacrificing the maintainers wouldn’t hurt them. In fact, it would benefit them by removing unwanted variables.
If it was real, and the maintainers managed to capture Shen Jueshu, they’d win anyway.

Either way, the Transmigrators had been playing from a higher position from the start.

Sui Yu was honestly impressed. She shook her head. “If you were in a palace drama, you’d definitely become the Empress—or maybe even seize the throne.”

Meanwhile, she herself… probably wouldn’t last past episode three. And that was assuming she had Shen Jueshu’s protection.

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