A Scummy Alpha and An Award-Winning Omega Actress Fell in Love After an Arranged Marriage - Chapter 17

In the predominantly white emergency room, Lu Xueyin stood out as a strikingly vivid presence.

Sweat had darkened the color of her nightgown to an almost bewitching shade of blue.

Her graceful figure was tightly wrapped, every curve displayed in perfect proportion.

With permission, the nurse removed her mask, revealing her exquisitely sculpted face.

Her slightly curled long hair cascaded messily over her shoulders, barely concealing her delicate collarbones.

Her flushed cheeks hadn’t faded yet, and through the slightly ajar door, her dazed eyes met Sheng Lan’s from afar, naturally exuding allure.

As if sensing something.

Sheng Lan glanced sideways.

Her vision was sharp.

She could clearly see the faint cracks on Lu Xueyin’s red lips dried from the scorching heat of her fever.

Yet, miraculously, there was still a hint of moisture.

Sheng Lan wanted to test the temperature of those lips.

In simpler terms, she wanted to kiss her.

How absurd.

With practiced politeness, Sheng Lan closed the emergency room door and turned to Meng Chan. “On the way here, I only used a cooling Inhibitor spray. The gas mask was just a filter type no injections, no oral meds.”

She paused. “As for whether Lu Xueyin took anything herself, I’m not sure.”

When she found Lu Xueyin, she was by the entrance she might’ve already rummaged through the medical kit in the living room.

The Inhibitors had been replaced with Inducers, and the other injections and pills.

Meng Chan tore off a diagnosis slip and slapped it into Sheng Lan’s hand. “Then there’s nothing else for you here. Go get your fever shot.”

With Lu Xueyin in Meng Chan’s care, Sheng Lan was completely at ease.

In the original novel, Meng Chan was the only one who repeatedly tried to dissuade the scumbag Alpha from her obsessive and violent behavior. Every time Lu Xueyin was forcibly Marked, it was Meng Chan who treated her.

After the scumbag Alpha repeatedly ignored her advice, their relationship grew distant.

Later, when Lu Xueyin was accused of inciting fans to cyberbully the scumbag Alpha, it was Meng Chan who stepped forward with evidence.

Sheng Lan felt a complicated mix of emotions.

She mentally awarded Meng Chan a “good person” card.

Meng Chan turned away in disdain and re-entered the emergency room.

Sheng Lan’s gaze followed her inside.

Lu Xueyin was still in the same spot, her dark hair now pinned up, revealing her slender swan-like neck.

A black sampling patch was placed over her Gland.

The patch was large.

Yet it couldn’t suppress the overwhelming allure radiating from Lu Xueyin instead, it amplified a certain hidden temptation.

In this space saturated with scent blockers and freshly sprayed deodorizers.

As the door opened and closed in those brief seconds.

Sheng Lan felt as though she had stepped into a rose garden in May, the heatwave hitting her so hard her body swayed.

Today’s events had been unexpected for Sheng Lan too.

For 23 years, her life had been smooth sailing until her family finally extended their marriage-pressuring claws.

Their stance was firm, cutting straight to the chase: they arranged a marriage for her, threatening to pull her out of the industry if she refused.

Her frustration went without saying.

Her Susceptibility Period made her emotions volatile, and in the midst of a high fever, she impulsively got married to avoid the relentless questioning. She turned off her phone, took fever reducers, and went to sleep only for the fever to persist and trigger her “conscious awakening.”

At first, Sheng Lan thought the scumbag Alpha’s outrageous behavior was just a nightmare, a warning that she’d stepped into the grave of marriage. She even considered rolling over and going back to sleep.

But Lu Xueyin’s suffering was too tragic, and guilt gnawed at her for not returning home on their wedding night. Fighting exhaustion, she called Lu Xueyin.

Lu Xueyin’s phone was unreachable.

Sheng Lan called the friend who had offered to “help her vent her anger.” The other end laughed cheekily, “If not for your sake, at least ten people would’ve been on top of her by now.”

Sheng Lan immediately cursed.

Then, without a moment’s delay, she scrambled up and rushed toward the new house in the suburbs.

Until now.

Sheng Lan shook her head, holding the medical prescription as she went to find a nurse for medication and an injection.

Alpha bodies were robust, rarely falling ill. But when they did, even the mildest cold or fever would amplify several times over.

She had used many cooling Inhibitors on the way, the sustained low temperature causing her body heat to rise another degree.

102.6°F.

Sheng Lan took a photo to commemorate it.

After hanging the IV drip, she turned off airplane mode, and messages flooded in relentlessly.

She had no energy to deal with them tonight, searching names as needed instead.

Evidence needed to be collected from the “poisoned house.”

The person who had released the Inducer inside had to be caught.

The threats and intimidation against Lu Xueyin had to be settled.

Lu Xueyin’s phone also needed to be retrieved.

And she might as well order takeout.

By the time she finished, her IV was done too.

Just then, a nurse came to call her to the ward.

Lu Xueyin’s emergency treatment had concluded.

When Sheng Lan arrived, Lu Xueyin was already dressed in a blue-and-white hospital gown, the loose fabric making her appear especially delicate and fragile.

The unnatural flush on her face had faded, leaving her complexion as pale as paper, her red lips now faint, looking utterly exhausted.

Only those peach-blossom eyes still held traces of lingering emotion, one glance was enough to captivate.

Even after emergency treatment, she still lacked a sense of security or rather, she didn’t trust Sheng Lan.

Instead of lying properly on the hospital bed, she stubbornly stood by the window, keeping her distance from them.

Like a small rose desperately trying to raise all its thorns.

Sheng Lan turned to Meng Chan, asking, “What’s the situation?”

Meng Chan suggested keeping her under observation overnight, but the patient wasn’t cooperating.

“She ingested too much Inducer, and her Pheromones still haven’t stabilized. A few tests need to be done in the morning to rule out any overlooked symptoms.”

Moreover, Lu Xueyin still needed injections, and by the time the IV was finished, it would nearly be dawn.

As she finished speaking, Lu Xueyin also spoke up, “I want to go home.”

Her Pheromones truly weren’t stable even with the suppressants in the room, Sheng Lan could catch the faint, intoxicating sweetness.

With an inward sigh, Sheng Lan softened her voice, reasoning with Lu Xueyin, “I’ve looked it up overuse of Inducers can lead to Pheromone Imbalance Syndrome. You don’t need me to explain how troublesome that is, right?”

Lu Xueyin’s face paled further.

Her Gland still throbbed with fine, stinging pain, her body alternating between chills and fever.

She didn’t even have the strength to stand steadily, leaning against the windowsill for support.

Logic told her staying in the hospital for treatment would be better nothing worse could happen now.

Yet she instinctively wanted to flee.

Lu Xueyin looked at Sheng Lan, “I need to make a phone call.”

Sheng Lan hesitated to hand over her phone.

She hadn’t had the chance to check it yet.

Following the usual tropes, a cannon fodder’s phone only contained things that would add fuel to the fire.

What if, the moment Lu Xueyin took it, some idiot sent messages fantasizing or insulting her? Then all Sheng Lan’s efforts tonight would be wasted.

No matter what she did, she’d end up as cannon fodder.

She asked, “Do you need to call your manager, Jiang Ling? I’ll dial, you talk.”

Lu Xueyin lowered her eyes.

It could be silent resistance toward Sheng Lan or perhaps a forced compromise under pressure.

She recited a string of numbers.

As the call was being dialed, a nurse wheeled in a cart with the medication Lu Xueyin needed for the night.

After two failed attempts, they remained at an impasse.

Some people don’t answer calls from unknown numbers.

She and Lu Xueyin moved in different circles one a singer, the other an award-winning actress with little overlap in their daily lives.

After their whirlwind marriage and registration, their contacts hadn’t been synced yet, so it was understandable that Jiang Ling wouldn’t pick up her call.

Sheng Lan suggested sending Jiang Ling a message first before calling again, urging Lu Xueyin to listen to the doctor’s instructions in the meantime.

The look Lu Xueyin gave her was as if she’d deliberately dialed the wrong number and was putting on an act.

Sheng Lan: “…” Exhausted.

“I’ll dial it in front of you.”

Lu Xueyin wouldn’t let her get close.

Fortunately, Yu Cheng arrived just then to return Sheng Lan’s phone, the one that had been confiscated from Lu Xueyin temporarily breaking the stalemate.

But the moment Lu Xueyin got through, Jiang Ling’s highly inappropriate remark blared across the entire hospital room.

“You actually have time to call me tonight? Seems your new wife isn’t very capable, huh.”

The room fell into awkward silence.

Sheng Lan tugged at her shirt collar, undoing a button.

While everyone else cringed on her behalf, she thought: So this is where Lu Xueyin learned her wild ideas from this agent.

Lu Xueyin silently turned away, facing the window with her back to the others.

The glass reflected the figures of everyone in the room.

Sheng Lan sported a hard-to-pull-off pinkish-brown curly mane, her striking appearance practically glowing where she stood, radiating warmth.

She didn’t seem bothered by Jiang Ling’s comment, complaining to Yu Cheng about not bringing her clean clothes and then asking Meng Chan for a hospital gown instead. “I’ll make do for tonight.”

She even asked, “Can she have supper tonight?”

The “she” referred to Lu Xueyin.

Sheng Lan had ordered light, mild dishes suitable for a patient.

After checking, Meng Chan confirmed it was fine.

Lu Xueyin stopped watching, lowering the volume as she told Jiang Ling to come to the hospital.

Jiang Ling expressed shock again: “Hospitalized on the first day of marriage? Either you were too irresistible, or she’s an absolute beast pick one!”

Lu Xueyin closed her eyes, offering no further explanation.

She and Sheng Lan were both in the entertainment industry but had never collaborated, maintaining only a nodding acquaintance.

It was rare for an Alpha in their circle to stay scandal-free. Even compared to those untainted by rumors, Sheng Lan was unusually “clean.”

Lu Xueyin had never heard a single negative thing about her.

So, when Jiang Ling learned she’d married Sheng Lan, she’d even offered congratulations.

Lu Xueyin didn’t expect this marriage to be some picture-perfect romance just mutual respect. If feelings never developed, they could part amicably.

Yet on their very first day as newlyweds, Sheng Lan had given her such a massive “surprise.”

Turns out she wasn’t clean at all.

She was just too good at pretending.

Hurting her, then bringing her for treatment, what kind of sane person would do that?

“Come take me home.”

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