A Loyal Scumbag-A Who Became the Wife of the Goddess - Chapter 1

“Chi Lengzhao, you despicable, vulgar wretch!”

Shen Zhixi mustered all her strength and shoved Chi Lengzhao away with a loud thud. Silence followed.

After what felt like an eternity, yet also like mere seconds, the figure crumpled on the floor and groaned in pain, “Ugh, that hurts…”

A pleasant fragrance filled her nostrils, reminiscent of osmanthus blossoms in the crisp autumn air of October. The scent drifted through the air in wisps, like a meandering stream gently enveloping her.

She had always loved the scent of osmanthus in the air.

However, the golden osmanthus trees in courtyards and parks typically bloom around National Day were not in the height of summer. Yet here she was, having just finished a box of sea salt and cheese-flavored ice cream.

The new flavor from X-brand premium desserts had specially invited her, a VIP, to their tasting event. The event itself was well-organized, with a nighttime pool party featuring music, performances, and even appearances by celebrity endorsers.

As for the taste of the new flavor… that was a different story. Why hadn’t they simply made an osmanthus-flavored ice cream instead?

Just then, she caught the delightful scent of laurel.

Such a refined and ethereal fragrance could only belong to the Laurel Goddess, capable of emitting such an alluring and subtle aroma.

A sharp pain at the back of her head snapped Chi Lengzhao out of her thoughts. She raised her hand to touch the back of her head, realizing she must have struck it hard against something solid.

“Hisss, that hurts!”

Unexpectedly, her palm came away warm and sticky.

Chi Lengzhao froze, then raised her hand to inspect it. To her horror, her entire palm was covered in blood!

She reached back again, this time feeling a gaping, bloody wound at the back of her head.

For two long seconds, Chi Lengzhao stared at her blood-covered hands in disbelief. Then her eyes widened in panic: her head had been cracked open!

The woman on the bed lay sprawled, her long, jet-black hair shimmering with a satin sheen as it spilled across the sheets. One strap of her tank top had slipped off her slender, lotus-root-like arm, revealing an alluring shoulder, a graceful swan neck, and delicate collarbones.

At the back of Shen Zhixi’s neck, the gland was severely swollen. Her snow-white skin flushed with a peachy blush, and her body burned feverishly, as if aflame.

After mustering every last ounce of strength to push Chi Lengzhao away, Shen Zhixi collapsed onto the bed.

Finally, her pheromones began to spread.

The S-Class Omega’s pheromones rapidly filled the room, the scent of laurel in the air growing increasingly potent.

Shen Zhixi lay weakly on the soft, spacious mattress, her fingers curling into her palms, digging into her skin. She bit her lip fiercely, desperately enduring the burning heat unleashed by her pheromones.

She hated herself for not being reborn sooner—before she was forced to drink that aphrodisiac, before she married that demonic scum Chi Lengzhao, or even better, before she ever fell into the demon’s trap…

But none of that had happened. Instead, she had been reborn on her wedding night with the demon, at the exact moment Chi Lengzhao made her drink the potion.

Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, her pheromones erupted violently, her body burning with feverish heat. Without an inhibitor or an Alpha’s mark, she would die from the fever.

In her previous life, Chi Lengzhao had seized the opportunity of her fever to hide all the inhibitors and throw her onto the bed.

An Omega’s strength was no match for an Alpha’s. Chi Lengzhao quickly pinned Shen Zhixi beneath her.

Shen Zhixi would never forget Chi Lengzhao’s cold, malicious smile. “Shen Zhixi, my dear bride, let’s make our wedding night a little… spicy!”

“No! Let me go! You promised you wouldn’t force me!”

The demon laughed as if hearing something absurd. “We weren’t married before, and I had to pretend to be kind to you, so I had to restrain myself. But now that we’re legally married, isn’t it perfectly justified to claim you?”

“So you were lying to me all along!”

“What tricks could I have used to win you otherwise? You’re so beautiful, your scent so alluring—the number one Omega in the city. Countless men dream of claiming you. Tonight, let me mark you.”

“Let me go! Let me go!”

In the struggle, a loud slap rang out.

A clear handprint bloomed across Shen Zhixi’s pale, delicate face.

Shen Zhixi clutched her cheek, her crimson eyes wide with shock and fury as she stared at the demon tearing away all pretenses, revealing a feral grin.

The Alpha’s pheromones instantly flooded the entire wedding room.

“I advise you to behave. You’re just a little mouse in my palm, completely at my mercy! If you can make me happy, I might consider helping your father-in-law. Or perhaps you don’t care about saving Meixi after all, hmm?”

That final question shattered Shen Zhixi’s resistance completely.

Gritting her teeth, tears of humiliation streaming down her face, she released her grip on Chi Lengzhao.

That night, Chi Lengzhao left Shen Zhixi covered in bruises.

In this life, the moment Chi Lengzhao tried to force the medicine down Shen Zhixi’s throat, Shen Zhixi seized the opportunity and shoved her away with all her might.

Chi Lengzhao crashed into the corner of the table and collapsed to the floor, her body going limp.

The table, made of premium yellow rosewood, was both heavy and solid, a family heirloom passed down through generations of the Chi family.

Chi Lengzhao had despised the table’s outdated design, which clashed with her modern furnishings, and had refused to keep it. It was only because her father, Chi Jintang, insisted that she reluctantly moved this “Hundred Sons and Thousand Grandsons” table into her new home.

While Chi Lengzhao was unconscious, Shen Zhixi rushed toward the door.

But the bedroom door was locked, secured by a dual-sided password lock. Panicking, Shen Zhixi tried several passwords, but none of them worked.

Damn it!

If Chi Lengzhao was determined to mark her on their wedding night, why would she still use the old password?

Shen Zhixi frantically pounded on the door to the newly decorated bedroom. The thick, specially treated door provided excellent soundproofing. In fact, the entire room had been specially soundproofed, all to allow Chi Lengzhao to mark her without restraint.

The aphrodisiac began to take effect. The gland at the back of her neck reacted, pheromones leaking uncontrollably. Shen Zhixi’s head swam, her body grew increasingly hot, and her blows against the door weakened.

There was no response.

On their wedding night, Chi Lengzhao had dismissed all the household staff. Her so-called friends had made a scene while drunk before tactfully leaving.

Now, only the two of them remained in the vast villa.

Shen Zhixi turned back and began searching the room for an inhibitor. She desperately needed one; otherwise, she would soon collapse from exhaustion, or worse, go into shock.

One drawer after another was flung open in a desperate search. Just as in her previous life, all the inhibitors had been taken away.

An idea struck her. She began searching for her phone.

She needed to contact someone—friends, emergency services, anyone. Her purse, which the bridesmaid had been holding during the wedding, had been placed on the bedside table moments earlier. But now, it was gone.

It was obvious who had done this.

The pheromones grew stronger, her body burned hotter, the surging heat rising like a tide to her brain. Her mind fogged over, nearly unable to think, her consciousness beginning to blur.

She turned to look at the demon. Chi Lengzhao remained motionless on the floor.

She saw her phone in her pocket.

Shen Zhixi had a bold idea—while the demon was unconscious, she would retrieve her phone and unlock it with her fingerprint.

Shen Zhixi’s entire body burned with terrifying heat, her breathing becoming rapid. She steadied herself against the wall, inching closer to the demon, her heart pounding wildly. She didn’t know if the demon was pretending, waiting for her to approach before suddenly opening her eyes with a malicious grin and pouncing on her.

But now, Shen Zhixi couldn’t afford to worry about that. She stared fixedly at the rectangular bulge in the demon’s pocket—her hope lay there.

The figure on the floor remained motionless. Only when Shen Zhixi got close enough did she notice something was wrong.

The demon had lost a lot of blood. The floor beneath her was soaked, as if she were sitting in a pool of blood.

Shen Zhixi’s gaze slowly followed the trail of blood upward, from the floor to the table leg, and then to the back of Chi Lengzhao’s head. A large pool of blood had spread out there, coalescing into a stream that trickled downward with a soft hiss.

Chi Lengzhao was unnaturally quiet, disturbingly still, completely out of character.

Realization struck Shen Zhixi. Her eyes widened in horror, and fear compelled her to reach out, inch by inch, toward Chi Lengzhao’s nose…

Suddenly, darkness swam before her eyes. Pheromones erupted, the gland at the back of her neck swelling painfully, threatening to burst. A violent dizziness seized her, and her body swayed before collapsing backward onto the wedding bed.

A terrifying heat radiating from the back of her neck rapidly spread through her entire body. Her exhaled breath felt scalding, every cell in her body seemed to boil and thrash wildly, and even her vision began to blur.

“Inhibitor… inhibitor…”

A hoarse, mangled whimper escaped from the depths of her throat.

Without the inhibitor, would she truly die from this fever?

Shen Zhixi clenched her jaw, digging her teeth into her lip. Her father was still waiting for her to save Meixi—the dying Meixi, hanging on the edge of life and death, was still waiting for her rescue.

She glared defiantly at the unconscious figure sitting on the floor.

Chi Lengzhao, are you going to die too?

You despicable demon. You deserve to die!

Very well. Though I can’t save Meixi, at least I can drag you to hell with me in this life!

Chi Lengzhao pushed herself up with her hands, leaving vivid blood handprints on the floor and table.

A chill ran down her spine, and the back of her head throbbed painfully—clearly, her injuries were severe.

When she glanced down at the pool of blood on the floor, she gasped sharply.

Have I lost so much blood? Am I bleeding to death?

She scanned her surroundings—completely unfamiliar. Her gaze fell upon a large bed where a woman lay, dressed in a snow-white gauze gown. Her skin glowed with a beautiful, alluring peachy-pink hue, and her hazy eyes, filled with a dreamy gaze, fixed upon Chi Lengzhao. The woman’s exposed shoulders were a perfect balance of elegance and fullness, their sculptural lines flowing with grace.

Chi Lengzhao, a self-proclaimed “shoulder-obsessed,” was instantly drawn to these flawless shoulders and couldn’t help but steal another glance at the woman.

The woman was strikingly beautiful. Though her cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, her full forehead, jade-like skin, straight nose bridge, and graceful jawline all bespoke the perfection of a goddess.

She lay on the bed with slightly bent knees, revealing a sliver of slender, pale calf. The wide gauze draped over her concealed her figure, but one could imagine her slender waist, just the right size to be encircled by a single arm and drawn into an embrace.

The alluring scent of laurel emanating from her body made her seem like the very embodiment of the Laurel Goddess.

However, Chi Lengzhao’s attention was quickly drawn to the auspicious Xi character, symbolizing joy and happiness, plastered on the window. Her gaze then fell upon the footstool by the bed, where two sets of vibrant red wedding robes lay.

Is this… a bridal chamber? she wondered. More specifically, a wedding night chamber.

But how did she end up here?

She distinctly remembered celebrating with friends at a villa, toasting the successful IPO of her latest company. She’d drunk more than usual, indulging in extra glasses due to sheer joy.

Even if she was drunk, she should have woken up on the living room sofa or her own bed, not in this unfamiliar place with a bloody hole at the back of her head.

What on earth happened?

Chi Lengzhao stopped dwelling on her “Laurel Goddess” appearance. She was bleeding and needed to stop the bleeding immediately, either with medication or by applying pressure.

Drawers throughout the room were flung open, as if the place had been ransacked. The table was cluttered with garish items: whips, ropes, candles…

Chi Lengzhao felt a surge of contempt.

Looks like the owner of this place is probably some kind of perverted trash.

She rummaged through everything but couldn’t find any bleeding control medication or equipment, not even a single bandage.

Chi Lengzhao washed her hands in the bathroom, carelessly dried them with a paper towel, grabbed a large towel and wrapped it tightly around her head, then tried to open the door…

It was a password lock!

Staring blankly at the password keypad, she tried a few common combinations: six 8s, six 0s, and 123456. The lock remained unresponsive.

Great. Now she was trapped.

Chi Lengzhao approached the woman lying on the bed. If she could lie here, perhaps she knew the password?

The moment her fingertips touched the woman’s skin, Chi Lengzhao felt an intense heat in her fingertips, while an overwhelming, almost tangible laurel scent flooded her nostrils.

Omega pheromones!

Chi Lengzhao was startled by the sheer potency of these concentrated pheromones. This woman had to be an S-Class Omega!

Chi Lengzhao sprang up from the bed as if facing a formidable enemy, dramatically clutching the back of her neck.

“Hey, wake up! What’s the password?” Chi Lengzhao panicked, more frantic than if she’d discovered her skull was cracked open.

She needed to get out quickly, away from this Omega, away from this room saturated with Laurel Goddess pheromones. She couldn’t risk exposure to an S-Class Omega’s pheromones, couldn’t let her glands be stimulated, and absolutely couldn’t let her own pheromones leak out.

“The door password! What’s the password? Wake up, wake up!”

No matter how she shouted, the woman on the bed continued to gaze at her with unfocused eyes, her lips moving as if she were speaking.

Holding her breath, Chi Lengzhao cautiously approached the source of the pheromones, still clutching the back of her neck. Finally, she heard what the woman was saying:

“Get… out…”

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