After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Refuse to Get Divorced - Chapter 20

When the family doctor handed over the testing kit, he flashed a secretive, knowing smile. To save face, Zhu Qingran forced a smile of her own.

Naturally, that exact moment was captured by a paparazzo lurking in the bushes. Within minutes, a headline exploded onto the trending tabs:

“CEO Zhu Qingran: A Gracious Granddaughter by Night, a Secretive Player by Day—Caught Meeting a Lover at Home!”

The article reeked of “scumbag playboy” energy. Netizens mocked the CEO for her lack of morals while gleefully clicking in to leave snarky comments.

Meanwhile, the CEO in question was completely oblivious. Having bid the doctor farewell, she returned to her throne—the toilet.

“Steady hands, pounding heart let’s see if I’ve got the parts!”

Qingran opened the kit and began following the instructions step-by-step. While she closed her eyes to wait for the results, her little cousin was at a photoshoot, eyes wide and fuming at her phone.

“Which blind idiot wrote this? My cousin and sister-in-law’s future kids are practically ready for kindergarten, and they’re still writing these ‘scumbag’ tabloid rumors!”

He Yimo was speechless. As the “Official Actress” hired to play Qingran’s lover, she had been out of a job for ages, yet someone else dared to make up such nonsense. If she caught the person responsible, she’d make them cough up every cent.

I gave up earning diaper money from the Zhu family, so don’t you think you can profit either!

After a few indignant huffs, Yimo went back to her photoshoot. She didn’t bother contacting Qingran—if Qingran wanted to play the “scumbag” role to tease her wife all these years, she could suffer the consequences for a bit. Besides, if

Qingran had it too easy, the “Little Wife” might stop cherishing her.

He Yimo had realized long ago: her cousin and her sister-in-law were both stubborn, awkward souls.

Meanwhile, one of those “awkward souls” was currently in the bathroom, looking like she might flush herself down the toilet in shock.

“Left eye Alpha, right eye Omega. Open both at once, and it’s gotta be a Super Alpha (SA)!”

After bombarding herself with psychological suggestions for the nth time, Qingran squeezed her eyes shut and then snapped them open. She stared at the result with her beautiful phoenix eyes.

“Huh? Eh? Wait, wait—nothing? Am I so ‘Omega’ that the test broke?”

Qingran’s heart sank halfway. The doctor had said differentiation causes a rise in temperature and that “exercise” was the cure. She didn’t know if she needed any more exercise; her heart was already ice cold.

She squinted at the kit again and finally spotted the “Leitmotif.” Quite a distance away from the standard “A” rank marker was a flashing “S.”

“So, I am an Alpha? I’ve differentiated into an SA?”

The emotional whiplash made her realize that if she kept this up, she’d either go mad or turn senile. Calm down, Qingran. Stay cool.

“According to the legend, measure the distance of the rank line to determine the grade, one times, two times, three times?”

Her despair transformed into sheer ecstasy. A “Triple-S” distance? That meant an SSSA? She double-checked the count.

“Again! One, two, three! Holy crap! I pulled a legendary SSSA card!”

Overjoyed, Qingran felt like she was walking on air. “So today isn’t the last day of my romance with my wife. I’ve still got it!”

In high spirits, she hummed a little tune as she stood up to go cook for Shiyu. But then, a doubt flickered in her mind.

“The Interstellar Empire is so high-tech; why am I using a kit that requires manual measuring? Someone explain.”

She flipped the kit over to find a friendly tip:

Friendly Reminder: Concerned that some Alphas might experience a temporary drop in IQ due to the excitement of differentiation, this product is designed to take you back to your school days of basic arithmetic!

Qingran felt her IQ being personally attacked. “Actually, back when I was a ‘scumbag CEO,’ my IQ was quite cute okay, I can’t even finish that lie!”

Now that she was an “SSSA-ranked attraction,” she suddenly regained her composure. “Seriously, how did I become the most sought-after bachelor in the Interstellar? If the public isn’t blind, wait, how could I be blind? My wife is beautiful and a perfect homemaker. Who can compete? Who has her? I DO! Hehehe!”

Du Shiyu didn’t ask much about the differentiation.

Mainly because over the next two days, Zhu Qingran used “practical actions” to demonstrate the sheer power of an SSSA. By Monday afternoon, when Qingran personally dropped her off at school, Shiyu felt so weak she wanted to apply for long-term leave.

Qingran, on the other hand, was glowing with energy, looking radiant in a stylish leather skirt. Perhaps because of the high-quality pheromone “nourishment,” Shiyu noticed changes in her own body too. Her complexion was better, her figure more supple. The changes were subtle but unmistakable.

Could I be pregnant?

Sitting in her office, Shiyu looked at the school anniversary schedule. Seeing the children’s names made her think of her own. These past few days had been frantic and indulgent—far more intense than ever before. Several times, Qingran had come dangerously close to an “Ultimate Marking,” yet she always regained her senses at the last second.

“Not like this, I can’t!”

“I want to be completely sober when I tell her how much I love her.”

“Shiyu, let’s have two little girls. One that looks like you but acts like me, and another that looks like me but acts like you.”

“Shiyu, why are you ignoring me? Tell me you love me.”

When Qingran was being clingy, she was utterly irresistible. She would call out “Shiyu,” “Teacher Du,” or even “Jiejie” (Big Sister). Each time, Shiyu was left defenseless, her face flushed as she was forced to respond to the title.

Shiyu felt like her head was filled with “mental trash” lately. Who turned her brain into a recycling bin for these thoughts?

“Shiyu! This is just a title page. You’ve been staring at it for ten minutes. Is the paper that interesting?”

Someone tapped the back of her chair, startling Shiyu. She quickly slammed the notebook shut.

“The paper is quite nice. It feels very smooth,” Shiyu blurted out, taking a sip of water to hide her blushing embarrassment.

“The paper is good. It’s the eco-friendly line from CEO Zhu’s company. And that mug was a gift from her too, right? If you look closely, is there a photo of her on it?”

Fang Ziyan leaned against the desk with her arms crossed. Shiyu frantically checked the cup.

“She made this herself by hand; there’s no photo.” Shiyu realized she’d been teased.

Fang Ziyan didn’t hide her grin. “I’m kidding.”

“Ms. Fang, do you need something?” Shiyu put the cup down, her ears burning red, and tidied her desk.

“I won’t take your seat—I’m afraid of being ‘assassinated’ by CEO Zhu on my way home. I’m too young to die single. Anyway, did you forget? We need to go to the tailor today to pick up the custom performance costumes.”

Custom costumes? If Ziyan hadn’t come by, she truly would have forgotten. Just as she was about to apologize, Ziyan stood up.

“Let’s go now. You can make it back before CEO Zhu comes to pick you up. Let’s move, Teacher Du!”

The two beautiful teachers walking through campus were a sight to behold. Some stared, others took photos. Among them was a hidden figure snapping away continuously.

The walk from the office to the tailor was only a few hundred meters, but because Shiyu was physically drained from the “past few days,” Ziyan slowed her pace to accommodate her. It took them nearly twenty minutes.

Just as they entered, the person in the shadows captured a photo of Fang Ziyan holding the door for Shiyu. Later, photos of them trying on performance outfits were also snapped.

In an instant, the entertainment and financial tabloids were set ablaze. News of a “split” between Zhu Qingran and her wife flooded the internet:

“The ‘Ran-Yu’ Romance Ends: Little Wife Caught with Secret Lover!”

“Little Wife Maxes Out CEO’s Gold Card Just to Please a Lover!”

“Matching Outfits with a Secret Partner? Is the CEO Being Scammed for Money and Love?”

Back at the office, Zhu Qingran was in the middle of a presentation, projecting a proposal for the new testing kits from her phone. Suddenly, a barrage of news notifications popped up on the giant screen.

The protagonist of the news wasn’t Zhu Qingran—it was her “Little Wife!”

And of course, the old rumors about Qingran being a “scumbag player” from her confused differentiation period were resurrected alongside them.

The rumors surrounding the couple came thick and fast, one after another. Anyone who saw them couldn’t help but leave a comment: “They must have gotten a secret divorce.”

“If the CEO Big Sis is divorced, why can’t she date? Sis, look at me! I can be sweet or salty!”

“CEO Girl, look at me! I’m much more stable and mature than that family doctor!”

“Upstairs, how old are you?”

“This humble girl is thirty-eight years old and weighs 180 pounds!”

“Holy crap! You really are ‘stable and mature’ in the most literal sense!”

The comment sections were filled with this kind of nonsensical banter. You’d want to call them paid trolls, yet their humor was authentic enough to make you spit out your drink. You’d want to call them real people, yet their talent for talking absolute rubbish was staggering.

Zhu Qingran shot up from her executive chair like a spring.

The moment she had displayed her proposal on the screen, every single meeting participant had already taken screenshots for their personal collections. Usually, anyone who made President Zhu repeat herself had better be prepared to be escorted out of the building.

Seeing her expression, the staff collectively “escorted” the CEO to go fetch her wife instead.

“President Zhu, the car is ready. Would you like us to arrange a dinner for you and the Madam tonight so you can put on a proper display of affection? Do you need any close-up shots for the media?” Liang Jing asked, sounding quite practiced in the art of staging the couple’s dates.

But those were the old tactics. In the past, Qingran might have planned a performance to mask the true state of their marriage. Now, she felt that was entirely unnecessary.

“No need. Shiyu and I agreed to cook at home tonight. By the way, are you all suggesting you don’t want me to repeat my requirements from a moment ago?” Qingran looked up at the faces on the remote branch meeting screen.

To her surprise, they answered in unison: “President Zhu, didn’t the meeting end already? Or rather—shouldn’t you be off work to pick up your wife?”

They were all very “understanding,” and Qingran knew she had to cherish that.

“So, am I really off work?” Qingran pulled on her trench coat and gave the room a sweet, radiant smile.

“Thanks for the hard work, everyone! Bonuses all around at the end of the month. I’m off to the ‘crematorium’ to chase my wife!” With that, the CEO dashed out of the meeting room, her mind solely focused on reaching Shiyu.

The moment the door closed, a burst of applause and cheers erupted from the room: “President Zhu! We wish you a successful pregnancy—may you hit the target on the first shot!”