Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? - Chapter 58.3

Her body couldn’t be allowed to deteriorate like this. No matter how strong her base once was, if she kept letting it go, she’d soon become a textbook example of a weak Alpha.

A top-tier weak Alpha.

Seeing Shen Jueshu’s determined face, Sui Yu pouted but didn’t argue. She lowered her head and kept running, each step feeling like dragging lead.

At least she was being obedient now, which earned her a subtle nod from Shen Jueshu. Knows she can’t win, so she accepts her fate. Good.

They completed one full loop.

Shen Jueshu, with her regular training routine, barely broke a sweat. But for Sui Yu, it was pure torment. Especially when they hit the uphill section—she couldn’t even run anymore. Half the time she felt like she was in a daze, certain she would collapse at any second.

But she didn’t fall.

Because Shen Jueshu caught her just in time.

She held Sui Yu’s trembling body. At that moment, Sui Yu was drenched like she’d just been pulled out of a lake. Her clothes were soaked with sweat, her hair plastered to her cheeks, her whole appearance a hot mess.

Shen Jueshu looked at her, eyes complex. She really hadn’t expected Sui Yu to be this out of shape. If she hadn’t caught her just now… would this woman have face-planted into the road?

Would I even be able to show my face again after that?

“Stand on your own. Walk,” Shen Jueshu said firmly.

“Wife, love me a little… I really can’t go on…” Sui Yu wailed miserably. She wanted nothing more than to swap out her body. This was torture.

“I do love you,” Shen Jueshu said seriously. “That’s why—keep walking.”

Her tone was sincere, but not an ounce of affection could be felt.

“My heart is cold… and it hurts!” Sui Yu protested, pitiful.

“Hm? If you can still complain, then clearly you’re not that tired.” A faint curve appeared at Shen Jueshu’s lips. Then she reached out and took Sui Yu’s hand, tugging her forward gently.

Sui Yu looked down at their clasped hands.

Okay… a little bit of love. But not much.

—

When they got home, Sui Yu collapsed like a dead body, desperate to throw herself onto the couch.

But Shen Jueshu stopped her.

“You’re filthy. Shower first.”

They had walked home slowly enough that it was the perfect time to head straight into the bath.

Sui Yu: “…”
No love left at all!

In the end, she resigned herself and was nudged into the bathroom. But when she saw the fresh clothes Shen Jueshu had prepared for her in advance, her heart softened.

Okay… maybe there’s still a little bit of love left.

—

While Sui Yu showered, Shen Jueshu sat down with her laptop, reviewing the files Qin Qing had sent her.

She was starting to think Qin Qing might be a little overqualified. Her efficiency was only getting better—fast and thorough.

She first opened the file on Fu Xin. It was remarkably detailed, covering everything from childhood to now. Since Fu Xin had spent most of her career in the public eye, digging up information had been relatively easy.

Shen Jueshu had already slowed down significantly, jogging right beside her. But seeing Sui Yu struggle like her soul was about to leave her body, she said calmly, “Any slower, and we’re walking.”

Honestly, someone walking at a normal pace could probably pass her.

Sui Yu gulped in deep breaths, sweat already streaming down her face. She wiped it clumsily with the towel slung over her shoulder and gasped out, “Th-this is too much for a beginner! You can’t push this hard right away!”

Shen Jueshu replied flatly, “…We’re still going downhill.”

If Sui Yu was already falling apart on the easy part, what was she going to look like going uphill?

And clearly, Sui Yu realized that too. She let out a despairing groan. “Wife~!”

Shen Jueshu didn’t flinch. “Calling me that won’t help.”

This woman’s physical condition couldn’t keep deteriorating like this. If she let it go any further, no matter how good her natural build once was, she’d truly become a “weak Alpha.”

A premium-class, top-tier weak Alpha.

Seeing that Shen Jueshu wasn’t going to budge, Sui Yu pouted and resignedly kept running, every step feeling like lifting a block of lead.

Watching her finally give up struggling and accept her fate, Shen Jueshu nodded to herself. At least she knows when resistance is futile.

They finished one full loop.

For Shen Jueshu—who trained regularly—it was nothing. But for Sui Yu, it was complete torment. By the time they hit the uphill stretch, she couldn’t even pretend to run anymore. She staggered forward in a daze, convinced she’d collapse any second.

But she didn’t.

Because Shen Jueshu caught her just in time.

Holding her in her arms, Shen Jueshu could feel how soaked she was—her clothes clung to her like a second skin, her hair stuck to her cheeks, and she looked like she’d been fished out of a river. A total mess.

Shen Jueshu looked at her, expression subtly complicated. She hadn’t expected Sui Yu to be in this bad of shape. If she hadn’t caught her, would this woman have faceplanted into the pavement?

What would happen to my public image then?

“Stand on your own. Walk,” she instructed.

“Wife, please love me… I really can’t move anymore,” Sui Yu whined, sounding like she was on death’s doorstep.

“I do love you. So keep walking,” Shen Jueshu replied seriously—though no warmth could be felt at all.

“My heart is cold… and aching…” Sui Yu cried bitterly.

“Mm. Still got the strength to talk, so clearly you’re not that tired.” Shen Jueshu’s lips curled into a faint smile, and she reached out to grab her hand, pulling her along.

Sui Yu glanced down at their interlocked hands.

Okay… there’s a little love here. Just a little.

—

When they got home, Sui Yu collapsed like she was already dead. She longed to throw herself onto the couch and not move for the next ten years.

But Shen Jueshu stopped her.

“You’re filthy. Shower first.”

They’d walked home slowly, so it was the perfect time to bathe.

Sui Yu: “…”
There is absolutely no love left!

In the end, she gave in and let herself be herded into the bathroom. When she saw the clean change of clothes Shen Jueshu had laid out for her, a faint sweetness bloomed in her chest.

Fine. There’s still a little love left after all.

—

While Sui Yu showered, Shen Jueshu opened her laptop and reviewed the documents Qin Qing had just sent over.

She was beginning to wonder if Qin Qing was a little overqualified. Her efficiency only seemed to grow—faster, better, more thorough.

She first opened the file on Fu Xin. It was practically encyclopedic—covering everything from childhood to present day. Since Fu Xin had always been in the public eye, much of the information was easy to verify.

Shen Jueshu read carefully, line by line. So far, everything seemed normal. No red flags. No sudden behavioral changes. Could it really be that she just wanted to sign with their company?

Fu Xin’s résumé was almost spotless. Since debuting, aside from a few gossip-fueled rumors, she didn’t seem to have any real romantic history. She didn’t have many friends either—most of her connections were temporary, formed during filming and forgotten after.

Still, industry insiders spoke highly of her. She’d offer guidance to rookies, share opportunities she thought suited others. If she truly was this kind of person, then she was either genuinely decent—or terrifyingly good at pretending.

Jiang Siyue might be the only person she kept in contact with after filming ended. Was that because of Siyue’s connection to them? Was Fu Xin trying to get closer to Sui Yu and herself through Jiang Siyue?

Shen Jueshu’s finger tapped lightly on the trackpad.

If all she wanted was a contract, Shen Jueshu could tolerate it—for the sake of her resemblance to that old friend of Sui Yu’s.

But if there was more behind it…

A cold glint flashed through Shen Jueshu’s eyes.

Then she wouldn’t hold back.

—

Sui Yu shuffled out of the bathroom like a zombie, dragging her feet to the bed and collapsing with a deep, contented sigh.

So tired. The moment she lay down, her bones practically sang in relief.

Seeing her like this, Shen Jueshu brought over the hairdryer and started drying her hair gently—then headed into the bathroom for her own shower.

This woman couldn’t go on like this. No matter how solid her foundation used to be, she’d ruin it completely if she kept it up—then she’d really become a textbook weak Alpha.

A premium-grade weak Alpha.

Seeing Shen Jueshu’s firm expression, Sui Yu pouted and kept jogging, every step feeling like she was dragging weights tied to her legs.

Watching her finally give up resistance and surrender to her fate, Shen Jueshu gave a small nod. At least she knows when she’s lost.

Shen Jueshu stayed with her for the whole loop. For Shen Jueshu, who exercised regularly, it was nothing. But for Sui Yu, it was pure torment. Especially during the uphill climb—by the end, she couldn’t even pretend to run. At times, she felt disoriented, as if she might drop any second.

But in the end, she didn’t collapse.

Because Shen Jueshu caught her just in time.

Holding her limp body, Shen Jueshu could feel how soaked she was—her clothes completely saturated with sweat, hair stuck to her cheeks, looking as if she’d been dragged out of a river. Absolutely wrecked.

Shen Jueshu looked at her with a complicated expression. She hadn’t expected Sui Yu to be this weak. If she hadn’t caught her just now, would she have really fallen flat on her face? What would happen to my reputation then?

“Stand properly. Walk on your own,” Shen Jueshu ordered.

“Wife… love me a little… I really can’t move anymore,” Sui Yu groaned, wishing this broken body weren’t hers.

“I do love you. Now keep walking,” Shen Jueshu replied seriously—though not a single trace of affection could be felt.

“My heart is cold… and aching!” Sui Yu wailed dramatically.

“Mm. Still got energy to talk? Then you’re clearly not as tired as you say.” A faint smile tugged at Shen Jueshu’s lips as she reached for her hand and pulled her forward.

Sui Yu looked down at their interlocked fingers.

Okay… a little love. But not much.

—

When they got home, Sui Yu collapsed onto the floor like she’d died. She longed to dive into the couch and never get up again.

But Shen Jueshu stopped her. “You’re gross. Shower first.”

They had walked home slowly, so it was the perfect time to rinse off.

Sui Yu: “…”
There’s no love left at all!

In the end, she let herself be herded into the bathroom. But when she saw the clean clothes Shen Jueshu had prepared for her in advance, her heart softened again.

Fine. There’s still a little love left.

—

While Sui Yu was in the shower, Shen Jueshu opened her laptop and began reading through the documents Qin Qing had sent.

She was beginning to think Qin Qing was a little overqualified. Her work had become more efficient by the day—thorough, fast, and clean.

She opened Fu Xin’s file first. It was impressively detailed, practically covering her entire life from childhood to now. And since Fu Xin had always been in the public eye, tracking down information had been easy.

As Shen Jueshu read line by line, everything looked normal. No signs of erratic behavior or hidden history. Could she really just be trying to get signed?

Fu Xin’s résumé was spotless. Since debuting, aside from the occasional gossip or fabricated scandal, she had no real romantic history. Very few friends. Most connections ended after the filming wrapped.

But everyone spoke highly of her—she was known to help out newcomers, offer acting tips, and share opportunities. If this was all real, then she was genuinely a kind person. If not… she was terrifyingly good at pretending.

Jiang Siyue seemed to be the only one Fu Xin kept in touch with after finishing a project. Was it because of Siyue’s connection to them? Was Fu Xin trying to get close to Sui Yu and herself through Jiang Siyue?

Shen Jueshu tapped her finger lightly on the touchpad.

If it was just about getting signed, she could overlook it—for the sake of that face that looked like Sui Yu’s old friend. But if there was more to it…

A cold gleam flashed across her eyes.

Then she wouldn’t hold back.

—

Sui Yu shuffled out of the bathroom like a zombie, dragging her feet to the edge of the bed and collapsing with a heavy sigh of bliss.

She was exhausted. Lying down felt like every bone in her body was rejoicing.

Seeing her in that state, Shen Jueshu brought over a hair dryer to help her dry her hair before heading into the bathroom for her own shower.

—

While she was inside, she left her laptop open. Sui Yu, with her sharp eyesight, immediately saw the open file on Fu Xin.

She paused, then chose to pretend she hadn’t noticed.

She could understand why Shen Jueshu had done it. And the fact that she hadn’t bothered to close the laptop made it obvious—she wasn’t hiding that she’d looked into Fu Xin.

Still, something about it felt… off. Just slightly.

If it had been anyone else, she wouldn’t have felt anything. But because it was Fu Xin—because of that face—she actually felt… guilty.

She let out a soft sigh.

Fu Xin isn’t her, she reminded herself. I can’t mix them up. Otherwise… no one will remember the real her.

—

When Shen Jueshu came out and saw Sui Yu still lying facedown on the bed, she said, “Don’t just lie there. Sit up and rub your legs. Or you’re going to really regret it tomorrow.”

Sui Yu knew she was right—but she was just too tired to care.

Seeing her sigh dramatically without moving an inch, Shen Jueshu sat at the edge of the bed and looked down at her. “I’ve never seen someone lazier than you.”

Sui Yu buried her head under the blanket and mumbled, “Hardworking people have their way of living, and lazy people have theirs!”

If it were the old her, she probably would’ve said she’d gladly trade ten years of her life for the right to be this lazy. But now…

Now she had a wife. And her wife was healthy and strong. There was no way she could afford to lose years of her life anymore.

“Complete nonsense,” Shen Jueshu muttered, shooting her a sideways glance.

But in the end, she still reached out, placed her hands gently on Sui Yu’s calves, and began to massage them.

“!”

Sui Yu’s eyes widened instantly. She twisted around and looked at her. “What are you doing?!”

Shen Jueshu replied flatly, “Can’t you tell? Massaging your legs. If I don’t, you might not even be able to get out of bed tomorrow.” She gave Sui Yu a sidelong glance. “Didn’t I help you enough when you were in the hospital?”

Back then, when Sui Yu couldn’t even move, hadn’t she been the one helping stimulate her circulation?

Sui Yu: “…”
Well… yes, but she wasn’t bedridden now.

“I—I can do it myself.” She finally forced herself to sit up, still feeling like it was somehow weird for someone like Shen Jueshu to be massaging her legs.

It just didn’t… fit her vibe.

Seeing this, Shen Jueshu tilted her head slightly and asked gently, “Did I do a bad job?”

Wasn’t this the same woman who constantly claimed to be lazy?

Sui Yu lowered her head and started rubbing her calves awkwardly. “You don’t have to go this far for me.”

“How far?” Shen Jueshu looked at her and rested her hand gently on Sui Yu’s knee. “Massaging your legs? That’s going too far?”

Sui Yu pressed her lips together. “It’s not that you can’t… It just feels like you shouldn’t have to.”

Shen Jueshu let out a soft laugh, warm and indulgent. “Sui Yu, we’re married.”

Since they were wives, of course they’d care for and accommodate each other—even do things they might never do for anyone else.

Sui Yu swallowed, slowly lifting her eyes to meet Shen Jueshu’s gaze. Her warm, gentle eyes made her feel something stir inside her.

It felt like their hearts were just a little closer.

“Yeah! We’re married!” Sui Yu grinned. They were each other’s lifelong partner, bound to walk side by side through everything.

From then on, Sui Yu massaged one leg while Shen Jueshu took care of the other. When Sui Yu finished her side, she looked toward Shen Jueshu’s legs with a spark of excitement in her eyes.

“Come on up! Let me give you a massage now!”

Hearing that eager tone, Shen Jueshu couldn’t understand her sudden enthusiasm. Wasn’t this the same woman who, moments ago, didn’t even want to lift a finger?

“I don’t need it. I already massaged my legs in the shower.” Besides, the amount of exercise they did didn’t even come close to exhausting her. She didn’t feel sore at all.

“You don’t need it?” Sui Yu sounded genuinely disappointed.

Shen Jueshu narrowed her eyes slightly. “What exactly are you thinking about?”

The way she spoke made it sound way too suspicious.

Sui Yu looked innocent. “Nothing! I just wanted to massage your legs!”

Shen Jueshu gave a low snort of disbelief, clearly unconvinced. She pulled the covers up and asked, “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

At the mention of sleep, Sui Yu finally started feeling drowsy. She dropped her little scheme, curled up next to Shen Jueshu under the blanket, and breathed in the familiar cool scent of her body, quickly drifting off.

Turns out, exercise really does help you sleep.

Meanwhile, in a different place—
A-jing, a member of the Traverser Association, was kneeling in the courtyard. The cold wind bit through his clothes, stiffening his body, but he didn’t dare move, let alone stand.

Someone walked over and said with a trace of gloating, “What’s this? Got yourself punished?”

A-jing’s eyes turned cold, but he didn’t reply.

The other chuckled. “Come on, you know her temper. No matter what you think, she’s not someone you can afford to provoke.”

A-jing stared down at the cracks between the bricks, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

“If you don’t cut the weeds at the root, won’t they grow back?” he said through gritted teeth, voice trembling.

The man crouched beside him and whispered, “Anyone bold enough to act like that… isn’t afraid of them growing back.”

A-jing’s face stiffened, his expression barely held together. Even his skin twitched slightly.

The next morning, when the two arrived at the Suihe building, they found Qi Siyu already waiting in the lobby. The moment she saw them, her eyes completely ignored Sui Yu and lit up as she smiled brightly at Shen Jueshu.

“Good morning, President Shen.”

Shen Jueshu frowned slightly. “President Qi, what brings you here?”

Qi Siyu stepped forward, her tone full of contrition. “I’m here to apologize for my poor attitude yesterday. I hope you won’t hold it against me. After all, we still have a collaboration to discuss.”

Sui Yu watched this woman closely, instinctively feeling a sense of danger. Her gaze sharpened in suspicion.

Qi Siyu cast a dismissive glance at her, letting out a faint scoff. Though she kept her tone measured in front of Shen Jueshu, her disdain for Sui Yu was obvious—at least, to someone paying attention.

And Shen Jueshu was paying attention. She caught the flash of contempt in Qi Siyu’s eyes.

It was clear—Qi Siyu looked down on Sui Yu.

Shen Jueshu’s expression darkened slightly. She reached out and took Sui Yu’s hand, her voice cold as she said,
“President Qi, let’s cancel this collaboration. I don’t think our company meets your standards, so I’ll have to decline. We have other matters to attend to—excuse us.”

With that, she turned and left with Sui Yu in tow.

Truth be told, Shen Jueshu had always found Qi Siyu difficult to read. When they first met at the mall, she chalked it up as a passing coincidence. But when the second encounter turned out to be a prospective business partnership, she grew wary. She’d even had Qin Qing look into Qi Siyu’s background—but came up mostly empty-handed.

Qi Siyu was the only daughter of the Qi family, with most of their assets and ventures based overseas. She had returned to China two months ago, reportedly to expand into the domestic market. On paper, nothing about her record seemed suspicious.

Still, even if she couldn’t pinpoint what felt off—Shen Jueshu simply didn’t want anything to do with her.

Feeling Shen Jueshu’s clear favoritism, Sui Yu’s face instantly lit up with a smile. She turned back to glance at Qi Siyu’s sour expression and raised an eyebrow smugly, the very picture of someone reveling in their small victory.

She’d already heard about this woman yesterday.

Even though Shen Jueshu hadn’t mentioned anything—probably to avoid her overthinking—Sui Yu wasn’t clueless. Plenty of people had dined with them yesterday, and she’d heard everything from the others. So when she saw Qi Siyu today, she instantly disliked her.

After all, no one likes someone who’s clearly eyeing their wife.

Naturally, Qi Siyu caught sight of Sui Yu’s smug little look. Her expression twisted further with displeasure. Her hands curled into tight fists at her sides. And then she offered Sui Yu a chilly, almost mocking smile.

That strange smile made Sui Yu pause for a moment. She couldn’t quite figure out what it meant.

She wouldn’t understand it until the next day.

—

When Sui Yu and Shen Jueshu arrived at the Suihe Building the next morning, they were greeted by a conspicuous sight: a massive bouquet of roses sitting at the front desk. Bright red and blazing like fire, they instantly drew attention.

At first, they assumed it was for one of the employees—maybe a romantic admirer had delivered them.

They were just about to walk past and head for the elevator when the receptionist called out to them.

“President Shen, these roses are for you.”

Sui Yu froze.
Roses? For Shen Jueshu?