After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Refuse to Get Divorced - Chapter 19

When Du Shiyu woke up early that morning, she didn’t see the familiar figure in the kitchen.

The truth was—Zhu Qingran hadn’t even left her room.

However, her pheromones had already saturated every corner of the house. Unlike the faint scent of light tea she used to leave once a month, this time the fragrance was undeniable and overwhelming.

It was incredibly refreshing.

A pleasant scent with a hint of bitterness that couldn’t be hidden, it was truly intoxicating. After taking a few breaths, Shiyu realized it was already too late to use a temporary suppressant. Enveloped and stimulated by the rich tea aroma, Shiyu’s legs suddenly went weak, and she struggled to keep her balance.

But now was not the time for “compatibility.” She was more worried that something had happened to Qingran. There was still no sound from the guest room, leading Shiyu to suspect that the woman might have fainted from her illness.

“Zhu Qingran! Ah Ran! Are you in there?”

Shiyu finally managed to fumble for a high-potency suppressant and sprayed her gland. Enduring the discomfort of the harsh chemicals, she began to pound on the door. As her hand swung down, she realized water was already seeping out from under the doorframe.

Du Shiyu: “!!!”

The moment Shiyu broke through the door with a metal chair, she found the room empty—but the sound of rushing water was coming from the en-suite bathroom. The curtains were drawn tight, the lights were on, and plastic slippers were already floating in the rising water on the floor.

As the sound of gurgling water continued to pour from the bathroom, Shiyu had no choice but to wade through the flood. With every difficult step, her heart tightened.

Were those wills Qingran wrote earlier a premonition? Was she actually terminally ill? Was this really it?

Shiyu suddenly felt a wave of regret for not giving Qingran enough care. When the woman—after acting crazy for so long suddenly tried to break the status quo by mentioning divorce, Shiyu should have paid more attention.

There was no medicine for regret. Shiyu just wanted to see Zhu Qingran alive. Even if, even if that woman had soaked the new bedding her mother bought for them in the flood, she wouldn’t even be angry!

“Ah Ran.”

Shiyu called out softly, but there was no response. The culprit was the bathtub faucet, which was still running at full blast, the spray hitting Qingran’s hair directly.

Qingran didn’t have her head submerged in the tub, but her condition wasn’t much better. She was soaked through, her silk pajamas clinging tightly to her pale skin. Whether from a lack of vitality or the severity of her fever, she looked frighteningly white, without a drop of color in her face.

Shiyu gritted her teeth and reached out with a heavy heart, only to be caught in a firm grip by a pair of wet, cool hands.

“The little ducky swims and swims, swims right onto the shore!”

Following Qingran’s nonsensical nursery rhyme, Shiyu’s hand was guided to the other woman’s forehead. Though the running water had cooled the surface, Shiyu could feel the scorching heat underneath within seconds.

“Ah Ran, I’m taking you to see a—mmpf!”

Shiyu let out a startled cry as she was pulled with immense strength onto the edge of the bathtub. It all happened so fast; her emotions felt like a rollercoaster plummeting and rising in an instant.

“Ah Ran, change your clothes. You just got over a cold, you’ll—” Shiyu tried to persuade her to get dry, but she looked up only to find Qingran staring intensely at her lips.

“Don’t talk. Kiss me.”

Though Qingran’s voice had been raspy lately due to her illness, this time, she spoke with an irresistible aura. It wasn’t the dominance she showed in the business world, but a primal, undeniable command fueled by their physical compatibility.

Shiyu, already stirred by the pheromones, felt her suppressed emotions bubbling to the surface. She was captivated, enticed into being the proactive one by a single sentence.

Kiss her. She wanted to kiss her.

The scent of mint broke free and tangled with the light tea, the two scents crushing and blending into one. Shiyu looked at Qingran with eyes full of tenderness and surrender. If she wanted a kiss, she would give it to her.

The water continued to flow, but it couldn’t drown out the sound of two hearts beating frantically against each other. The moment Shiyu’s lips touched hers, Qingran took over, reclaiming the lead.

From a shallow graze to deep, lingering passion—at this moment, nothing else mattered.

Outside the window, the sun was bright. Inside, the floor was a mess of romance and overflow.

When the sensation of blood rushing through her veins and the tingling of her scalp turned into a dull ache, Qingran regained a shred of clarity.

Was this intimacy consensual? Oh boy, Little Zhu doesn’t want to be a ‘scumbag Alpha’ who takes things by force!

However, the last bit of logic in Qingran’s brain vanished the moment she saw her “little wife’s” shoulder tremble slightly.

To hell with ‘taking by force.’ I am making a major contribution to the transmission of superior Alpha genes! My wife is enjoying this; it’s a mutual attraction. This is definitely not a scumbag CEO plot.

Qingran convinced herself. Then, she went back to working hard toward the goal of “three years, two kids.”

By the time the deed was done and everything had reached its natural conclusion, it was already late afternoon. Qingran looked at Shiyu, who was now sleeping in the master bedroom, and then at the water trailing out from the guest room. She crouched down quietly to clear the floor.

“Beastly, simply beastly!”

Qingran sighed—not because her “baby-making” session lasted until the afternoon, but because some “CEO” (her past self) had installed extremely waterproof subflooring when building the villa. Even if the house flooded enough to burst out the windows, not a single drop would leak to the first floor.

The reason for this design? So the CEO could enjoy “love baths” with her wife without worrying about the water volume. Now, after her hard work, the CEO was starving and had to bail out water like a humble servant.

One bucket, two buckets, three.

Looking at her high-tech pulse-washing face basin now filled with dirty floor water, Qingran felt a pang of sorrow.

“When it rains, it pours. I just showed my sincerity by handing over my salary and savings, and now my basin is, sigh!”

She cleaned from the guest room back to the bathroom. After half a day of labor, she reached a conclusion: Her butt had definitely gotten bigger.

Otherwise, how could she have sat down while taking a cold shower in the middle of the night and perfectly plugged the floor drain?

Sitting on the toilet, blowing her hair with one hand and searching on her phone with the other, she typed: “Ask: If an Alpha’s butt gets huge during differentiation, have they become an Omega? Can an Omega ‘do it’ one last time before finishing differentiation? Was that my last time?”

She frantically scrolled through the results. The posts were all over the place. Some said an “S-curve” was a sign of becoming an O. Others said it meant becoming a “Super Alpha” (SA). Others said: “You’re just going through late-stage development, don’t worry.”

“Heh, I’m lucky they didn’t say it was a tumor.”

Qingran realized the internet was useless—everything leads to a terminal diagnosis. She decided to contact the family doctor. But, what was the doctor’s name?

She finally plucked up the courage to enter the “Inner Cabinet” group chat.

Queen Zhu: “Does anyone have the family doctor’s contact info? Emergency!”

Every member of the “Inner Cabinet” received a notification. But no one dared to reply.

Taking the last incident with Liang Jing as an example—that was a “high risk, high reward” situation. Zhu was in a good mood then because of her wife, so Liang Jing got a reward instead of a punishment. But now the situation was unclear. The CEO had been sick for days; maybe she was frustrated and “fired up” because she couldn’t get intimate with her wife.

Except for the wife, who would dare to put out that fire? Especially since the wife might just make the fire burn hotter. Everyone was one step away from leaving the group to save their own lives.

Official Actress Xiao He: “Available for a high price. 50,000 per message. Want it? @QueenZhu”

If anyone had the guts, it was the little cousin. She lazily sent the message and tagged Qingran.

Just as the two were about to engage in a battle of wits in the chat, Qingran shouted: “I’ll take it!”

Queen Zhu: “Fine, but I’m writing an IOU. I’ll settle the tab with you next week.”

Official Actress Xiao He: “Screenshotting this as evidence!”

Queen Zhu: “Screenshot away!”

After a bit more back-and-forth between the sisters, He Yimo dropped a screenshot of the contact info into the chat.

Official Actress Xiao He: “Wait, doesn’t my sister-in-law usually handle this stuff in your house? What’s the deal? Is she too busy to call the doctor for you? Or rather are you calling the doctor for her? Zhu Qingran, you beast! You actually did that to her and now you’re calling a doctor. Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!”

The little cousin’s messages were a never-ending stream of rambled teasing. Exhausted, Zhu Qingran exited the chat interface.

“That girl He Yimo, what kind of trash is her head filled with? How dare she even imagine such things? She’s clearly lost her mind! Can’t I call a doctor for myself? Can’t I show a little concern for my own physical condition? Can’t I just.”

Qingran couldn’t finish her own excuse. She couldn’t find a single “proper” line to comfort herself with, mainly because her own head was currently filled with the same “trash”—and she had spent the entire morning turning those thoughts into a very vivid reality.

Now that she had “indulged” herself, she was beginning to worry that she wouldn’t live long enough to continue producing such colorful, R-rated content.

“I don’t have a dirty mind. I’m just concerned about my health. Yes, I just want to know what exactly is happening to me! That’s all!”

After reassuring herself for the nth time, she finally managed to accept her own explanation.

The family doctor arrived promptly, though they only sat in the courtyard for a brief consultation. While speaking with the doctor, Qingran couldn’t help but keep a nervous eye on the master bedroom.

“CEO Zhu, you seem to be in high spirits and full of vitality; I don’t see any issues. Moreover, it appears you’ve completed your secondary differentiation. You’re likely still experiencing a lingering high temperature, right? Don’t worry, just get some ‘exercise’ and you’ll be fine!”

The doctor gave her a simple check-up and delivered the diagnosis with a perfectly natural expression.

“Differentiation. I suppose so, I actually wanted to know what I’ve differentiated into.” Qingran still couldn’t bring herself to say the specific sub-gender or rank.

Understanding the situation, the doctor knowingly handed her a testing kit.

“Try this. It’s the category and rank identification kit your company launched not long ago. Word is, everyone who’s used it says it’s top-tier.”