Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? - Chapter 63.2

“When the original host returns, you—as a mere substitute—will have no value whatsoever.”

She smiled cruelly. Even the words she spoke were merciless.

Sui Yu’s expression turned completely blank upon hearing her. In a daze, she murmured, “I… I’m just a substitute?”

“Why else do you think Shen Juexu would fall for you?” she sneered. “Ask yourself—what part of you could ever be worthy of someone like Shen Juexu, the favored daughter of the heavens?”

“She’s the very center of the world, the focal point of all its fortune. And you? What are you?”

Sui Yu’s face turned ashen, as if she had been utterly crushed by Fu Xin’s brutal words.

Seeing her in such a state, Fu Xin smiled in satisfaction. She reached out to touch Sui Yu’s face—only to see that her complexion had suddenly turned deathly pale, completely drained of color. Cold sweat poured down her forehead, giving her the fragile, tragic beauty of a sickly maiden.

Fu Xin frowned, confused by Sui Yu’s sudden change. But thinking it better not to create unnecessary trouble, she finally pulled out a rope, intending to tie Sui Yu up. However, just as she approached with the rope, Sui Yu’s eyes snapped open—an icy, terrifying light bursting from within them.

In an instant, an overwhelming wave of Alpha pheromones surged toward Fu Xin like a crushing tide. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed to the ground. As an Omega, she had no resistance to an Alpha’s pheromones—her body trembled under the pressure, her face went ghostly white, and her first instinct was to use her spatial ability to escape.

But to her horror, she found she couldn’t move.

Her space ability had failed!

Just as she was about to summon all her strength to flee, someone suddenly appeared before her, snatching the rope from her hands and, in one swift motion, tied her up tightly.

Fu Xin was utterly stunned, unable to grasp how the situation had turned so drastically against her.

Sui Yu panted heavily, sweat dripping from her forehead onto Fu Xin. Still wary, she yanked the tablecloth from the dining table, tore it into strips, and tied Fu Xin up all over again—just in case Fu Xin used her ability to retrieve the rope and escape.

After exhausting most of her strength binding Fu Xin securely, Sui Yu ignored how pale and worn-out she looked. Eyes bloodshot, she clenched her fist and struck Fu Xin hard across the face. Sweat streamed down her cheeks, but her expression twisted with hatred and unbearable sorrow.

As she hit her, she choked back sobs and cried out, “You thought I wouldn’t know you’re not Xiaowen? You thought your disguise was that good? Trying to trick me—why would you use Xiaowen to deceive me?!”

Toward the end, Sui Yu could no longer lift her hand to strike. Fu Xin’s already swollen face had become utterly mangled—bruises under her eyes, blood dripping from her nose, the corners of her mouth split open. She looked nothing short of pitiful.

Tears streamed down Sui Yu’s face. The emotions she had suppressed for so long finally erupted.

They shouldn’t have done it. They should never have pretended to be Xiaowen. Xiaowen was the deepest scar in her heart—still festering, still bleeding—and yet these people had dared to exploit that pain, attacking her where she was most vulnerable.

Sui Yu slumped to the ground, sobbing so hard she couldn’t even cry properly anymore. She whimpered like a wounded animal, tears falling in heavy drops.

Fu Xin lay on the floor, wracked with pain and desperate to die. Gritting her teeth, she tried to activate her system, but a static-like buzzing echoed in her mind—as if something was interfering. The system’s voice broke apart, words unintelligible.

A wave of despair swept through her heart.

Now that she had fallen into Sui Yu’s hands, what good could come of it?

What shocked her even more was that the so-called plot enforcers had given the ring to someone like Sui Yu. Even as they died, they couldn’t help but spite them one last time.

Despite the chaos they had caused, no staff from the restaurant came to investigate. Clearly, Fu Xin had warned them in advance, which now worked to Sui Yu’s advantage.

After a long while, Sui Yu finally managed to calm her emotions and gathered enough strength to kneel upright. She looked at Fu Xin’s terrified eyes and gave a cold, crooked smile.

“You’re afraid of me, aren’t you?”

“Was I too harsh just now?”

Sui Yu had never wanted to use violence against a woman. But these people had crossed the line again and again—and now, pretending to be Xiaowen just to get close to her? How could she not hate them for that?

Every time she thought about how this woman had impersonated Xiaowen, Sui Yu felt an uncontrollable rage, like she could tear a piece of flesh right off her.

Fu Xin shook her head silently, but her eyes had already given everything away. Her only free foot scraped weakly against the floor, trying to edge herself farther from Sui Yu. But she was practically tied up like a mummy—there was no way she could move much.

Sui Yu’s eyes bore into her. “What is your real goal?!”

“Why can’t you people just leave me alone? Why are you so obsessed with ruining our lives?!”

Fu Xin shook her head again but kept her mouth shut, refusing to answer.

That silence only made Sui Yu burn with anger. Her eyes darkened as she reached forward and grabbed Fu Xin by the throat, teeth clenched. “Not talking? If you’re not going to say anything, then what good are you? You might as well die!”

Her grip tightened. Even though Sui Yu’s face was pale, like she could collapse at any moment, her eyes were full of lethal intent. One look was enough to know she wasn’t bluffing—she truly wanted to kill her.

“If you kill me,” Fu Xin choked, her face turning red from lack of air, “you’ll never get the antidote!”

Those words made Sui Yu pause. Her grip loosened slightly. “What did you inject into me?!”

Earlier, Sui Yu had let Fu Xin inject her, pretending to relax her guard so she could draw out the truth.

She had gambled that Fu Xin wouldn’t let her die just yet.

The moment Sui Yu let go, Fu Xin coughed violently. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gasped for breath and rasped, “Didn’t you notice your pheromones weakening? That drug doesn’t just suppress your pheromones—it’ll make you feel disgust toward your own Omega instincts.”

“If you don’t get the antidote, you’ll never be able to touch Shen Jueshu again!”

Fu Xin let out a low, mocking laugh, like she’d just found Sui Yu’s most painful weakness. “Without your pheromones, do you really think Shen Jueshu will stay with you—a stand-in? You two are already mutually marked. But if you can’t soothe her during her heat, do you think she’ll just suffer through it? Or will she choose to have the bond erased?”

As her words sank in, Sui Yu’s eyes turned bloodshot once more. She clenched her fists, trembling with hatred. If she couldn’t use her pheromones to comfort Shen Jueshu, then Jueshu would have to endure each heat cycle alone.

That kind of pain… who could bear it forever?

Seeing Sui Yu’s expression, Fu Xin’s smile became even more arrogant. “So go ahead—are you really going to gamble Shen Jueshu’s health and happiness over this?”

Sui Yu stared at her coldly. Seeing the smugness on Fu Xin’s face, she suddenly slapped her hard across the cheek, then grabbed her by the jaw and said in a low, menacing voice, “Let’s see whose will lasts longer—yours, or ours.”

She knew one thing for certain: if Shen Jueshu ever found out what happened, she would never agree to let Fu Xin go. Jueshu would rather endure the suffering than let this woman walk away without answering for what she had done.

But Sui Yu wasn’t going to let her wait too long.

Her icy gaze settled on Fu Xin like a blade. The way she looked at her—as if she were already dead—made Fu Xin shudder. There was fear in her eyes now. And confusion.

Didn’t Sui Yu love Shen Jueshu? Why would she make such a ruthless choice—one that would leave Shen Jueshu suffering through every heat alone?

But no matter how shocked or frightened she was, Sui Yu remained expressionless. She calmly pulled out her phone and sent a message to her bodyguard. Moments later, there was a knock on the door. A bodyguard entered, didn’t ask a single question, and went straight to pick up Fu Xin.

“Don’t let her get more than ten meters away from me,” Sui Yu ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.” The guard lifted Fu Xin and stayed close—never more than five meters from Sui Yu.

The restaurant was already under their control. As they carried Fu Xin out, it was like walking through an empty battlefield. No one dared stop them.

But just as they stepped outside, Sui Yu froze.

Shen Jueshu was approaching quickly.

She hadn’t expected her to follow. She’d clearly told her not to worry.

Yet now, seeing her here, Sui Yu’s eyes flickered, and she bit her lip. She looked away, unsure how to face her.

“Are you alright?” Shen Jueshu rushed over, her voice full of concern. She took in Sui Yu’s disheveled appearance—her pale face, the sweat-soaked hair clinging to her skin, and those red, swollen eyes that clearly showed she had been crying.

“I’m fine,” Sui Yu said in a low voice, instinctively pulling away from Shen Jueshu’s hand as she reached out to touch her face.

Shen Jueshu’s expression shifted. Her hand froze in mid-air.

Sui Yu noticed the change in her expression. After a moment of hesitation, she clenched her fist, then leaned her face forward and lightly nuzzled against Shen Jueshu’s hand.

Some of the tension in Shen Jueshu’s face eased, though her expression still wasn’t pleasant. Once she confirmed that Sui Yu wasn’t physically injured, her eyes shifted to the figure being carried on the bodyguard’s shoulder behind her. When she saw the face clearly, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes. It took some effort before she recognized the person—it was Fu Xin.

“She…” Shen Jueshu began to speak, but Sui Yu cut her off.

“Let’s talk about it when we get back.”

Shen Jueshu glanced at her, then nodded. “Alright.”

Sui Yu got into the car Shen Jueshu had driven over. The bodyguard followed and placed Fu Xin in the backseat, keeping a close watch on her. Just from this setup, Shen Jueshu could tell—Sui Yu had activated the power of the ring.

Shen Jueshu drove them to one of her private villas. She didn’t want to bring Fu Xin back to her home.

Sui Yu didn’t object. Keeping Fu Xin here would make it easier for the bodyguards to guard her anyway.

Perhaps due to how much energy she had burned earlier, Sui Yu’s face was pale and drawn. She took off the ring—now disguised as a piece of jewelry—and placed it next to Fu Xin. Her eyes were cold as ice.

“If you don’t want to talk,” she said, her tone flat and emotionless, “then enjoy what’s coming.”

Her gaze dropped to Fu Xin’s hands. A slow, chilling smile spread across her face.

“If I nail your palms and the soles of your feet, then bind you in chains… will you still try to run?”

Without waiting for a response—and ignoring the terror in Fu Xin’s eyes—Sui Yu turned and walked away without hesitation.

“No! You can’t do this to me! Ah—!”

Fu Xin’s hysterical screams rang out behind her, followed by a piercing cry of pain. But it didn’t last long—her voice suddenly cut off, falling into eerie silence.

Did she pass out from the pain? Sui Yu wondered.

Shen Jueshu had stood there through it all, silently watching. As she took in the icy look on Sui Yu’s face, she realized—once someone crossed Sui Yu’s bottom line, she could become like this:

Cold. Merciless.

Back in the car, Sui Yu leaned against the passenger seat and quickly fell into a deep sleep. Shen Jueshu sat in the driver’s seat, quietly studying her face, eyes filled with unspoken confusion.

Normally, when they were together, she could always catch the faint scent of Sui Yu’s pheromones. But now, that familiar scent was almost nonexistent—as if it were fading away completely.

What was going on?

Looking at Sui Yu’s exhausted expression, Shen Jueshu pushed aside her unease. She didn’t have the heart to wake her up.

She slowed the car and began the drive home. Her thoughts wandered back to earlier—she had been in a meeting with the project team, and her phone had been set to silent. She didn’t see Sui Yu’s message until much later. By then, Sui Yu had already left. Even though Sui Yu had told her not to worry, Shen Jueshu couldn’t stay away.

She simply couldn’t relax when dealing with people from the Traverser Association.

The car arrived at the house. Shen Jueshu turned her head and saw that Sui Yu was still asleep. After a moment of silence, she gently chose to wake her.

“Wake up. You’ll sleep more comfortably in bed.”

“Mmm…” Sui Yu opened her eyes groggily. When she saw Shen Jueshu’s face, her pupils briefly tightened in panic.

Shen Jueshu’s expression darkened completely. This was already the second time Sui Yu had flinched from her touch.

“You…” she began, but when her eyes fell on Sui Yu’s exhausted face, she closed her mouth again. Taking a deep breath, she forced down her hurt and frustration.

“Let’s go inside.”

“Okay,” Sui Yu replied softly, lowering her head. Her eyes were starting to redden again, and she bit her lip, struggling not to cry. She opened the car door and stepped out. At first, she looked like she was about to walk straight ahead—but then she paused, stopping to wait for Shen Jueshu.

That small gesture softened Shen Jueshu’s heart once more.

Back in the room, Shen Jueshu handed Sui Yu her pajamas. “Take a shower first. You’ll sleep better afterward.”

“Mm.” Sui Yu nodded and dragged her feet toward the bathroom. After crying so hard earlier and using up so much energy, she felt like she could collapse at any moment.

Shen Jueshu watched her for a long moment. She thought about offering to help Sui Yu bathe, but after being pushed away twice, she was afraid to bring it up again. She was scared Sui Yu would reject her.

Closing her eyes slowly, she realized: she hadn’t expected there’d come a day when she would feel afraid, too.

Sui Yu came out of the bathroom looking even more drained, her hair still dripping wet. She headed straight for the bed, ready to collapse. Before she could, Shen Jueshu pulled her aside and gently dried her hair for her. The moment she was done, Sui Yu fell onto the bed and fell asleep in seconds.

Just how exhausted was she?

Shen Jueshu quietly left the room and went downstairs. She called Sui Yu’s bodyguard to find out what had happened earlier. But to her surprise, the bodyguard didn’t know anything either. He said that during the entire time, only Sui Yu and Fu Xin had been in the private room.

Shen Jueshu frowned slightly, then ended the call without pressing further. Her thoughts began to spiral: What exactly was the purpose of the Traverser Association? Why were they so obsessed with disrupting their lives?

Sui Yu had already told her that Fu Xin had impersonated Xiaowen to get close to her. The moment Shen Jueshu learned that they wanted to take Sui Yu away from her, she had felt the urge to kill Fu Xin right then and there. But Sui Yu had insisted on keeping her alive—hoping they might extract useful information.

Why did the Traverser Association want Sui Yu to leave her so badly? Why couldn’t they accept that Sui Yu had chosen to be with her?

Her face darkened, and the headache she’d been pushing down began to pulse again.

Sui Yu slept all the way until evening—and was only woken up by hunger.

She came downstairs and saw Shen Jueshu sitting at the island counter, working on her laptop. On the dining table nearby, several dishes were laid out, untouched and cold. Clearly, they’d been sitting there for a while.

Sui Yu’s eyes stung. Her chest tightened with the urge to cry again. She wanted to run over and hug Shen Jueshu, but at the last moment, she hesitated—frozen in place.

Shen Jueshu heard the sound of the door opening and looked up. Seeing her, she smiled gently and asked, “Hungry? Give me a minute—I’ll reheat the food.”

Without waiting for a reply, she stood up and carried the dishes to the kitchen. She hadn’t expected Sui Yu to sleep for so long. If she’d known, she wouldn’t have had the maid cook so early.

Sui Yu walked toward her, watching this woman—who looked like a goddess—standing in a kitchen filled with the scent of home, doing something as mundane as reheating food for her.

Her throat tightened, her nose stung, and tears poured from her eyes.

She rushed forward and threw her arms around Shen Jueshu, hugging her tightly from behind, and choked out between sobs, “Shen Jueshu… do you love me?”

Shen Jueshu paused in the middle of reheating the food. Through the thin shirt clinging to her skin, she could feel the heat of Sui Yu’s tears soaking into her back.

She smiled faintly. “I thought I made that very clear.”

Hadn’t she already done everything possible to show Sui Yu how deeply she loved her?

Sui Yu only cried harder. She held Shen Jueshu even tighter, like she wanted to press her into her bones—never to be parted again.

“You love me… so no matter what I become… you’ll still love me, right?” Sui Yu sobbed again, her voice trembling.

Hearing her sobs and feeling the soaked shirt sticking to her back, Shen Jueshu’s expression tightened slightly.

“No… If you stop loving me, then I won’t love you either.”

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