After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Refuse to Get Divorced - Chapter 10

After-dinner dishwashing, pre-bedtime teasing—again and again.

Lately, Zhu Qingran had been keeping herself unusually restrained, as if her little wife was just for show.

After countless turns in bed, her little wife finally fell asleep.

In the quiet of the night, Zhu Qingran scratched her head in frustration.

Wuwuwu.

Still no scent from the pheromones.

Wuwuwu.

Had the CEO finally enjoyed the delight of her little wife today?

No!

Zhu Qingran reached for the water glass on the bedside table to wet her throat, only to realize it was on her little wife’s side.

So, she quietly shifted her body, leaning over her little wife, carefully arching her back just enough to reach the glass without disturbing her.
It was her little wife’s usual glass, filled with plain, cool water.

Zhu Qingran took a sip, feeling as though she’d just been refreshed by a sweet spring.

The water itself was tasteless, but anything her little wife had touched carried its own fragrance.

As she set the cup down, her hand brushed against something taped together on the cabinet surface.

This was.

What does it feel like to be a thief in your own home?

Sure enough, she had stealthily taken a stack of papers.

Squatting on the toilet, Zhu Qingran nearly flipped the entire villa roof off when she saw the words: Divorce Agreement.

Her wife had taken out a divorce agreement?

Was she planning to wake up and divorce her in one go?

Did she no longer want to share those intimate, loving nights?

Sleep completely abandoned her. That night, she packed every suitcase, box, and bag in the house that could hold anything, tossing them downstairs.

Only after collapsing back into bed from exhaustion did sleep finally overtake her.

The next morning, after a quick good-morning kiss, Zhu Qingran headed to work.

Meanwhile, her little wife received a delivery from the galaxy’s largest shopping mall.

“This bag, is it big enough to fit my ID badge?”

“This, this is a matchbox!”

“And.”

Zhu Qingran had bought Du Shiyu a series of the season’s newest bags—not one of them could even fit a phone.

The CEO’s message was clear: if her little wife couldn’t even carry a pair of stockings, she could forget about taking a bag home.

Du Shiyu would never forget that day—she had gone to work carrying a garbage bag.

The teaching materials wouldn’t fit, her phone had no space, the wallet had nowhere to go.

A garbage bag was just more practical.

Meanwhile, the galaxy’s top luxury brand went crazy releasing a new item that day.

The Princess’s New Bag.

Yes, a plastic bag priced at nearly five figures.

As Zhu Qingran laughed in the car, wondering who would be foolish enough to buy it, she saw the attached image.

Her little wife.

“These people have gone too far! Using my little wife’s photo as an advertising image without permission. Secretary Liang, get the endorsement fee from them—or bankrupt them!”

Liang Jing had barely gotten into Zhu Qingran’s car before realizing just how furious the CEO was.

As a competent secretary, she was prepared and alert to potential blind spots.

For example: kidney weakness makes one irritable; irritability fuels anger; anger signals internal weakness; internal weakness affects the kidneys.

Such a vicious cycle could not continue. Secretary Liang was here to solve minor troubles.

“President Zhu, don’t worry. I’ll handle it. Are you thirsty? Want some oral supplement?”

Handing over the golden liquid, Secretary Liang’s eyes never left her boss.

When Zhu Qingran took the first sip, Liang Jing nearly cried on the spot.

The CEO drank it!

And after finishing one bottle in a single gulp, Zhu Qingran smacked her lips, savoring the taste.

“Not bad. One more.”

After two bottles before the early shift, she felt refreshed and invigorated.

However, during the morning meeting, the entire room seemed filled with the faint scent of tea.

The CEO’s throat felt a little itchy, and she unconsciously loosened the top button of her collar.

Today, Zhu Qingran was dressed particularly temptingly—a little Chanel-style uniform dress paired with a delicate lace-trimmed blouse.

Anyone unaware of the situation would definitely understand that their boss was enjoying herself thoroughly.

Those few cabinet members who did know couldn’t help but sigh, thinking their boss had been holding back for too long—she was almost losing her mind.

She cleared her throat several times and reached for a glass of water from Liang Jing.

But Liang Jing froze in place, speaking with righteous solemnity: “It’s good to drink, but don’t overdo it!”

The moment those words left her mouth, Zhu Qingran realized something.

“Secretary Liang, please go to my house and bring that plainest cup—I need water.”

So, Liang Jing had no choice but to rush to the CEO’s home and bring back the cup that the little wife used.

Because the CEO suddenly felt she wanted to drink heartily!

She loved everything about her little wife, including the cup. She wanted to hold her little wife in the palm of her hand.

Oh, her precious!

During the morning meeting, the CEO didn’t get angry at the work report, but she had been frowning tightly the whole time.

This tea, it was just too teasy!

In the following two days, the Premier Couple Emotion Tuner officially reached an agreement with the sales vendor.

Zhu Qingran was swamped every day. Apart from returning home at night to demand dinner, the rest of her evenings were spent simply holding her little wife and napping together.

Finally, the weekend arrived. Amid the lingering green-tea-like irritation, Zhu Qingran decided to see a doctor.

Bad luck never comes alone—she had kidney weakness and didn’t want to run into anyone familiar.

But as she slipped out the company’s back door, tightly covered, she felt she saw a familiar car.

From a distance, she saw Liang Jing, who had left work early, also heading to the old Chinese medicine clinic.

And they were both registered in the same department.

Liang Jing was single, and yet she was feeling weak too?

Since both Liang Jing and assistant Zhou Ranran were Betas and couldn’t detect pheromones, Zhu Qingran didn’t interact with them much.

But every day she pondered kidney remedies like a constipated person overthinking. If anyone here discovered her condition, it would be disastrous.

So, Zhu Qingran opted for a consultation instead of sitting for treatment.

Wearing sunglasses and a mask, she entered the clinic—and someone else entered the adjacent cubicle.

Their outfits were almost identical—clearly the same ones bought during a company team-building event.

Once seated, both of them spoke almost simultaneously.

“Doctor, I have a very strong Alpha friend. Because of work stress and some emotional setbacks, she’s recently experiencing kidney weakness and can’t, you know, please advise.”

That line.

Wasn’t it the same consultation line Zhu Qingran had found online?

She pushed up her glasses and glanced at the neighboring cubicle.

And the person there looked back.

“President Zhu!”

“Secretary Liang!”

Just like that, the two-person consultation turned into a solo session.

The doctor’s verdict was clear—she wasn’t weak.

“I’m not weak!”

Zhu Qingran was overjoyed, nearly leaping out of her seat.

But with Liang Jing still nearby, she restrained herself.

“Since President Zhu is not weak, our office can finally relax. This is a small gift from us—wishing you a speedy return to full strength and a happy holiday!”

Humming a little tune, Liang Jing posted a message in the cabinet group: —Alert cleared.

At that moment, Zhu Qingran quietly looked at the O-shaped milk she held and then at the group full of well-wishes tagging her.

“Hehe, thank you so much!”

She had been hiding and avoiding detection for so long, and in the end, she had been the fool!

“Oh no, oh no, how could I forget to withdraw from the company system? I’ve ruined the CEO’s reputation, I embarrassed the CEO’s team! Sorry, boss!”

Despite this, her mood remained high, so much so that she happily left the hospital.

To avoid being recognized, she hadn’t driven, and as fate would have it, it rained.

The rain poured so heavily that even the perfectly healthy CEO caught a cold and fever that night.

She had planned to practice some intimate “love experiences” that evening, but that went out the window.

Lying in bed, Zhu Qingran sipped the medicine her little wife brought to her lips, tears glistening in her eyes, feeling utterly aggrieved.

“I know you’re sick. Rest well—I’ll take care of you.” The little wife went to fetch millet porridge.

Zhu Qingran watched her wife’s graceful figure and wondered—was it really millet porridge she wanted?

She wanted meat.