After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Refuse to Get Divorced - Chapter 3

Zhu Qingran was in a slightly giddy mood, not looking like a CEO at all as she stood in the bathroom experimenting with shampoo hairstyles.

Slicked-back greasehead.

Classic comb-back.

Spiky hedgehog.

Puppy cut, wolfdog cut, stray-dog cut.

Every puppy must wash up properly before bed!

The moment the water streamed down her face and she shut her eyes, all she could think of was her little wife’s soft, fair, clean skin.

Just imagining holding that delicate beauty in her arms as they fell asleep made Zhu Qingran just the tiniest bit excited.

So lively, so soft, truly the definition of “warm jade in one’s embrace.”

In books, protagonists always climbed their way to the top.

Zhu Qingran, however, transmigrated straight onto the peak on day one.

The feeling was almost too unreal.

She pinched her own cheek—pain shot through sharply.

“Holy— damn it. Once I finish showering, am I supposed to go share a bed with my little wife? Should I do something shameful?”

Her mind spun wildly, replaying all those scenes she’d read about where the original body came home and exercised with the little wife every night.

She had only observed from the sidelines before—never actual hands-on experience!

Should she pretend she’s not feeling well later?

Not feeling well, where exactly?

Or maybe she should suddenly kneel down and confess her sins? Admit she’s been a scum for too long, went out fishing too many times, and now—like men get kidney deficiency—she has pheromone deficiency?

Ever since she smelled the little wife’s minty scent, she’d sniffed repeatedly, but she could confirm one thing: she herself had absolutely no pheromone scent.

Zhu Qingran closed her eyes in helpless resignation, trying to calm her heart.

As long as their relationship became sweet and loving, she could slowly clean up her act.

There would be plenty of sweetness in the future; missing one night wouldn’t kill her.

Of course, during this period she would study hard, improve, and strive to one day return to “peak performance”—so she wouldn’t embarrass herself in actual combat.

Thinking this, Zhu Qingran strode out of the bathroom like a strong Alpha.

“I’m done showering.”

Her bathrobe brushed against the floor—one foot on the mat, the other still inside the bathroom.

A rich, earthy Pu’er-tea fragrance burst into the air, flooding the entire apartment.

Water droplets clung to her pale milk-white skin, her long black hair wrapped in a towel as she rubbed it dry.

Across the large bedroom, Du Shiyu rose slowly from the office area and opened a cabinet, taking out a fresh, absorbent towel.

She walked toward Zhu Qingran with steady steps and reached out, intending to dry her hair personally.

But Zhu Qingran instinctively dodged.

Du Shiyu’s hand slipped, catching only the edge of Zhu Qingran’s bathrobe, the loose collar nearly revealing something significant.

That Pu’er scent was exceptionally strong—far stronger than usual—exploding through Du Shiyu’s senses until her body reacted with a faint, uncontrollable tremor.

The bathroom door was still wide open; steam drifted out, raising the humidity of the whole room.

Du Shiyu froze and quickly withdrew her hand.

But then—her legs weakened, and she fell backward.

Zhu Qingran swung out an arm, stepping fully out of the bathroom just in time to catch her around the waist.

Everything happened too fast.

Zhu Qingran nearly dropped her.

She truly hadn’t expected that the moment she stepped out of the shower, a beauty would fall right into her arms.

What kind of charm did this scummy Alpha have to keep someone like the little wife locked so tightly by her side?

The little wife had come over.

The little wife was about to undress her.

The little wife was even hooking her shoulder.

The little wife was too tempting—scratching at her heart!

The little wife was struggling, about to fall?

In that moment, no matter how determined she was to “stay clean,” she couldn’t let her little wife get hurt.

Grab her!

Hold her!

The little wife was heaven.

The little wife was earth.

If the little wife said “clean the house,” the scummy Alpha would go mop the floors.

If the little wife said “go shopping,” the scummy Alpha would hand over her credit card and swipe with enthusiasm.

But now?

If the little wife fell, this scummy Alpha would throw herself on the ground as a human cushion before letting her get injured.

And so, with her newly reinforced moral resolve, Zhu Qingran nearly threw out her back but still managed to catch the little wife in a full embrace.

Their bodies pressed against each other, warmth mingling.

The little wife’s dense mint scent was clean and soothing—deeply comforting.

Silence spoke more than anything.

Zhu Qingran didn’t dare speak; she worried one word would make her throat smoke and nosebleed on the spot.

Her little wife’s waist was slender, warm, and soft, her scent intoxicating.

With such a beauty in her arms, how could anyone sleep alone?

Yet the three simple words Du Shiyu spoke seemed like a coded message.

“Then let’s sleep.”

Her pink lips parted lightly, dewy and alluring—something one would want to taste again and again.

But was Zhu Qingran here to devour her little wife?

Sleeping was fine.

Exercise could be skipped.

Just this once.

“Okay, sleep!” Zhu Qingran responded briskly and led her little wife to bed.

They lay down.

Zhu Qingran waved a hand and turned off the lights.

Darkness swallowed the room, leaving only the faint green glow of her debugging device at her ear.

She pulled the blanket around herself, stiff as a board.

Beside her—within arm’s reach—was a curvy, fragrant little wife.

She didn’t dare look at her reaction before the lights went out.

Her whole body prickled as if lying on needles.

She didn’t dare speak.

Didn’t dare move.

Afraid one spark would start a wildfire.

But the debugging device refused to cooperate.

Beep-beep-beep.

The bone-conduction alert buzzed in her skull, making her brain tremble.

She was weak.

She couldn’t “exercise.”

Was sleeping chastely also a crime?

Her little wife was always so calm and indifferent—why would she want Zhu Qingran turning beastly every night?

There had to be something wrong with this new device.

Seriously wrong.

Though, the little wife had been hinting ever since she saw her.

How long had Zhu Qingran neglected her crown princess, exactly?

Her pheromones might be weak, but her attitude was not!

After wrestling with herself for a moment, she decided to try a purely spiritual romance.

“Wifey.”

After the lights went out, the fearsome CEO Zhu Qingran completely shed her usual persona and called out in a soft, sugary voice, “Wifey.”

Hooking her little finger around Du Shiyu’s, she interlaced their hands, gripping her delicate spouse’s fingers tightly in her palm.

Du Shiyu’s fingers were long, smooth, and soft—better than anything described in the book, more vivid than any adjective on the page.

But the moment their hands linked, some dormant domineering beast inside Zhu Qingran stirred awake.

Her hand slid slowly up from Du Shiyu’s wrist to her slender yet toned arm, then to her fragrant shoulder.

And finally stopped on her subtly trembling chest.

“Wife, your figure is amazing. You’re so soft, so sweet—I really, really like it.” Zhu Qingran rasped, praising her while silently chanting don’t be a pervert, don’t be a pervert like some kidney-deficient monk trying to keep her composure.

“You used to say things like this too. You even said you loved watching me act reluctant while moaning the loudest. Don’t you want to watch tonight?” Du Shiyu said lightly, practically offering herself up.

Thankfully, Zhu Qingran slammed the brakes in time. She turned her head, kissed her wife’s forehead, and murmured a single “Good night.”

She could faintly hear Du Shiyu’s breathing deepen, which made her curse Qin Shou viciously in her heart.

How could she not want to watch?

But she was just a clueless newbie—reading a few explicit scenes in novels did not qualify her for unlicensed driving.

She couldn’t. Her little wife needed to wait. She just needed a bit more cultivation before she came back to claim her!

Zhu Qingran stroked Du Shiyu comfortingly and peppered her with soft kisses. When her lips touched the back of the hand she still held, the “debugger” finally calmed down and stopped whining.

Of course, a sleazy Alpha like the original Zhu Qingran would produce such a lecherous AI.

The thing was just artificial intelligence, but it actually enjoyed watching bed scenes with a big grin.

Trash!

Still, after surviving transmigration, overtime, and a round of social drinking, the human eventually succumbed to exhaustion.

As Zhu Qingran’s breathing evened out, her face ended up resting right beside Du Shiyu’s gland, the heat of her breath making Du Shiyu’s body jolt.

She truly hadn’t expected Zhu Qingran to let her off so easily—and then just fall asleep.

Apparently, their definitions of “sleeping together” were very different.

Du Shiyu was referring to all their previous sleeping.

But Zhu Qingran?

When she said “sleep,” she meant exactly that: holding hands, pulling Du Shiyu into her arms, and going to sleep. Literally.

In the middle of the night, Zhu Qingran rolled over like a child, murmured, “Good girl, wifey,” then lay flat and continued sleeping.

The only thing she never loosened was the hand she held.

Du Shiyu turned and glanced at the divorce papers on the nightstand. Her lovely willow-leaf brows furrowed in the dark. Her minty scent kept spilling out uncontrollably, tangling with the persistent tea fragrance wrapping around her.

The driver left home before seven to pick up Zhu Qingran.

He waited at the exact time for the CEO to appear.

But seven o’clock came, then seven-thirty, then eight, and the villa door stayed silent.

At 8:15, the driver looked up and was stunned to see his CEO rubbing her eyes as she pulled open the second-floor curtains.

Bathed in morning light, the great CEO breathed in the fresh air with the satisfied expression of someone very, very well-fed, then turned back inside and said something behind her.

At that moment, not only did the driver feel compelled to gouge out his own eyes.

Even the paparazzi hidden in a nearby car nearly screamed.

Fifteen minutes later, the headlines of the morning gossip feeds exploded across the interstellar network:

“Interstellar Empire IO Group CEO Zhu Qingran Suspected of Spending the Night at Manor Villa!”

“Little Wife Possibly Back in Favor—Domineering Alpha CEO Leaves Fully Satiated and Beaming!”

“Public’s Beloved Goddess Returns to Family Life—Galaxy-Wide Heartbreak Day Begins!”

The tabloids went wild.

Electronic, print—everything caught fire.

Zhu Qingran’s striking gala-photo sat proudly at the top, surrounded by flashing “EXPLOSIVE” tags and multiple exclamation marks to emphasize the level of detonation.

Meanwhile, the CEO herself calmly enjoyed a breakfast personally cooked by her little wife—and even volunteered to wash the dishes before insisting on driving her to work.

“You have a morning meeting. You don’t like being late.”

Zhu Qingran admitted it: after sleeping way too soundly the night before, she overslept.

Helpless, she could only promise that next time, she would definitely drive her wife to work. Then she headed out.

Except—two steps out the door—she turned back along the stone path.

Leaning against the doorframe, she knocked suavely and watched her little wife open the door, fully dressed.

Smiling, she bent down, pinched Du Shiyu’s chin lightly with her fingertips, and pressed a seal of love onto her glossy lips.

“Morning kiss. Don’t forget to give me my after-work kiss later.”

The CEO spun around, thoroughly pleased, and headed to work.

Even seated in the car, her eyebrows were still bright with happiness.

Her precious little wife—this was only the beginning.

A CEO had plenty of tricks for spoiling her spouse. She should prepare herself.

The car reached the company at 8:45 sharp.

Zhu Qingran strode in and bowed politely to the lobby staff who greeted her.

Secretary Liang Jing followed behind with the day’s schedule, reporting items one after another.

Zhu Qingran listened calmly—until she stepped into the elevator and heard the part about deleting the trending searches.

“Wait— Secretary Liang, are you saying I’m trending? And for a relationship issue?”

Her tone shifted instantly, interest piqued.

“President Zhu, don’t worry, we’ll activate PR immediately. We’ll have the rumor suppressed soon.” Liang Jing already raised her communicator.

Her CEO hated having her personal history dragged out and flogged by the media.

If she’d known, she would’ve taken care of it before the CEO arrived.

But Zhu Qingran pressed her hand down.

She opened her own phone.

“Oh-ho, these people are bold. I go home and hug my own wife, and somehow they phrase it like I’m sneaking around having an affair!”

Author’s Note:

Zhu Qingran calling her wife: Wife. I openly and righteously love you, but they’re saying I cheated with my own wife. I’m so mad and so wronged, but I can’t blow up. What do I doooo?

Du Shiyu calmly closes her textbook: Ask the media if they want proof. We have all kinds of pajama photos. As long as they survive, we can send new ones every day.

Zhu Qingran: WHAT? They want private photos of my wife? Absolutely not! Notify the Interstellar Broadcasting Administration—they can shut down before they get a single picture of my wife!

Blows smoke ring; CEO instincts fully revived.