After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Refuse to Get Divorced - Chapter 37

Because her sweet wife insisted on hearing the rest of the story, Zhu Qingran couldn’t just throw her down and summon the God of Sleep just yet.

“Well, if we’re continuing the tale, the little player managed to mend her ways just in time. She pulled back the fishing net she’d deliberately torn herself, turned over a new leaf, and walked the straight and narrow path. From then on, she and her Queen lived happily ever after.”

Zhu Qingran brought her late-night storytelling to a close using the classic fairy-tale ending.

But even though she was finished, her listener looked far from satisfied.

“Is that it?” her sweet wife asked, drawing out her words inquisitively.

“Yep, that’s it,” Zhu Qingran replied with utmost seriousness.

“I’m starting to regret passing your short thesis back then. Your storytelling skills are an absolute failure!” Her sweet wife sounded genuinely exasperated, wondering how she had ever let Zhu Qingran pass her class.

Hearing this, Zhu Qingran suddenly rolled onto her side to face her.

Under the soft glow of the nightlight, a breathtaking beauty lay beside her, radiating a subtle, pleasant fragrance. The phrase “rolling hills and sweeping landscapes” couldn’t even begin to describe the magnificent view right in front of her.

Zhu Qingran stared, completely entranced. Her lips curved upward, all traces of her previous tension and restraint vanishing into thin air.

“If you want to look at it that way, Professor Du, the only reason you let me pass was purely out of love.”

Knowing she couldn’t outtalk someone being so shameless in bed, her sweet wife chose not to pursue that angle. She still wanted to hear the story.

“Since this master is so wise that he can even counsel someone of a ‘King of the Sea’ status, I wonder what his name is? If any of my acquaintances need advice in the future, I can introduce them.”

While Zhu Qingran was content to just admire the beautiful scenery, the “scenery” itself decided to press against her—an experience that made her want to shout “Oh my god, no!” in excitement.

Normally at this hour, Zhu Qingran would either be twirling her sweet wife’s hair or gently tracing her skin. But this time, her sweet wife made a bold, preemptive strike.

Her wife’s hands were so soft, smooth, and supple, moving as if they were entirely boneless. Warm fingertips lightly brushed across Zhu Qingran’s face, sending endless ripples through her and making the fine hairs on her skin quiver.

Worse, her sweet wife seemed utterly oblivious to her own seductiveness, making no move to pull her hand back.

Zhu Qingran’s heart began to race wildly. Her mind went completely blank, leaving no room for a coherent thought.

“As for the master, well, this master.”

Zhu Qingran stammered the word “master” several times but couldn’t smooth-talk her way out of it.

Her sweet wife didn’t seem in a rush to press her either. Instead, she gently stroked Zhu Qingran’s chest to soothe her.

“No rush, Ah Ran. Sister Shiyu just wants to know what kind of incredible figure this master is, so he can help solve people’s problems in the future,” Du Shiyu coaxed gently, playing the part of a caring older sister to perfection.

Zhu Qingran melted into a puddle under the affection and quickly fabricated a title for the master on the spot. “Well, to speak of this master, for a very long time, he was practically a household name, known by all and loved by everyone!”

Thinking back to the era when everyone used web novels to relieve life stress and kill time, Zhu Qingran felt a sudden surge of nostalgia, which triggered an idea.

“None of us know the master’s real name, but everyone calls him—Su Tao Wang Wen.”

Zhu Qingran delivered the line with a straight face, and her sweet wife listened with rapt attention.

However, the moment the master’s supposed name dropped, her wife’s hand paused. “The little player went to see two masters? Su Tao? Wang Wen?”

“No, no, no, it’s just one master. If there were masters on every mountaintop, they wouldn’t be masters anymore. Su Tao Wang Wen—it’s a four-character name incorporating his parents’ surnames. High-end, classy, and sophisticated.”

Zhu Qingran was channeling every ounce of her lifelong talent for smooth-talking and bullshitting into this single night.

If her sweet wife dug any deeper, Zhu Qingran would have to drop to her knees, confess her sins, and kneel on a keyboard as punishment.

She had simply read a few too many cliché web novels, written a slightly trashy thesis, and failed a tiny bit during her melodramatic wife-chasing phase. Alright, she had failed a massive amount.

She had strictly followed the toxic, dramatic plots of cliché web novels to chase her wife, and as a result, she had nearly managed to turn herself into a divorcée. Thank goodness she had stopped at the edge of the cliff and repented in time.

Sometimes, a silly, doting Alpha was much more lovable than a toxic, brooding CEO.

Just as Zhu Qingran was secretly celebrating her narrow escape, her sweet wife’s hand, which had been gently soothing her chest, suddenly tightened. Zhu Qingran felt the collar of her pajamas being gripped firmly.

“Since this master is so miraculously talented, why don’t you tell me what you learned from him? After all, the night is young and we have plenty of time. If you can’t finish tonight, we still have many days ahead. I can afford to listen—as long as the little player can afford to delay consummating our marriage.”

Her sweet wife teased and ignited fires right through her pajamas, but her tongue remained relentless, demanding to hear the master’s “Thirty-Six Stratagems.”

“Wife, are you sure you want to hear it?” Zhu Qingran whispered, receiving no verbal answer.

Forcing herself to calm down, she cleared her throat and began telling her sweet wife about her very first move to pursue the beautiful lady.

“The little player happened to fall in love with a beautiful little princess. She knew the princess loved flowers and all things beautiful. A young lady newly entering the workforce is very lonely and needs companionship. The little player had only started working two years ahead of her, so she summarized a bit of her experience and decided to win her over with a romantic offensive.”

Zhu Qingran slowly narrated the so-called “First Stratagem,” continuously pulling the person beside her back into the memories of their first meeting.

Zhu Qingran’s flower-sending offensive had indeed been highly effective. Those flowers appearing on Du Shiyu’s desk one after another had acted like paving stones, smoothing out the rugged, seemingly impassable path between them.

Zhu Qingran’s rebellious, dominant Alpha persona had gradually crystallized in Du Shiyu’s world, taking up a highly prominent position.

“If you were using a romantic offensive, why did the romance gradually fade away for a period of time? Did you get tired of it?” Her sweet wife truly cared about that period when Zhu Qingran had vanished into thin air.

What she cared about wasn’t the sudden disappearance of the romance, but why that specific person had suddenly vanished without a trace. If you’re going to come into my life, don’t leave. If you’re going to leave, why bother coming at all?

Could Zhu Qingran really tell her that she had vanished during that time to desperately make money?

Could she say she had worked herself to the bone to send her younger cousin into the entertainment industry to chase her dreams, only to get severely reeled in and scolded by the family matriarch?

In the end, all her salary had been spent buying insurance and clearing a path for her cousin, leaving her so broke she had to run projects both domestically and abroad. Then, she had accidentally been sabotaged and injured her leg at a construction site.

There was no way the incredibly proud Little Zhu would want to drag a limping leg to chase her sweet wife. So, she went away to nurse her leg and make money.

Of course, there was an even more important reason.

“The master said this is called ‘playing hard to get’—changing the packaging but keeping the contents, enticing the enemy to venture deep into your territory.” Zhu Qingran arched a handsome brow, choosing an idiom that fit her narrative.

The moment the words left her mouth, she felt her sweet wife’s hand slip directly beneath her pajamas. Then, she felt a sharp, localized sting.

Her sweet wife had pinched her waist.

“So, in Sister’s little Ah Ran’s eyes, I am your enemy!” her sweet wife huffed.

Zhu Qingran knew she had botched the description, but those were the only words flashing through her mind. Besides, could her sweet wife’s little hand please behave? Her brain was about to be completely drained of thought.

“Then, luring the fish onto the hook? Catching a turtle in a jar? Ah! Wife, mercy!” Zhu Qingran wailed.

In reality, her sweet wife hadn’t done anything excessive to her.

However, ever since the dominant CEO Alpha had undergone a secondary awakening into a 3S-tier powerhouse, her “appetite” had increased exponentially. What used to be a once or twice-a-week affair had nearly turned into a three-times-a-day schedule for Zhu Qingran. Thankfully, her rationality had intervened, scaling it back to three, four, five, six, or seven times a week.

As for right now, with her sweet wife personally taking action and actively teasing her, if Zhu Qingran could endure this, she might as well pack her bags, find a mountaintop, and become a master herself.

Du Shiyu had only meant to pinch her playfully, her nails lightly scraping across her skin. Yet Zhu Qingran was already completely dazed, her already blank mind emptying out even further.

“I think your Master Su Tao Wang Wen is nothing but a fraud. You were tricked for so long and must have lost a fortune! I think it’s highly necessary for the clever, witty, and responsible President Zhu to get out of bed, cool off, and reflect on the failed interludes of her life.”

The moment her sweet wife whipped the blanket off, Zhu Qingran practically clung to her like an octopus.

“Wife, the weather is changing and the wind is picking up! Do you really have the heart to let me freeze out there? If I get sick, I’ll get a headache and a fever and feel miserable, and then I’ll have to trouble Sister Shiyu to take care of me.

Ah, I’ve got it! The correct idiom is—luring the guest into the trap!”

A split second before being kicked out of bed, a flash of inspiration hit Zhu Qingran’s brain. She was saved!

Extremely satisfied with her quick reflex, Zhu Qingran successfully managed to stay in bed.

However, when exactly had her sweet wife figured out how to unlock new features on the emotion tuner? Like temporarily using it as a bone-conduction earphone.

Her sweet wife rolled over and withdrew her hands, declaring that the story would continue next time before falling asleep contentedly. Zhu Qingran, on the other hand, was forced to begin her actual cooling-off period in bed.

As the tuner continuously played back a recording of her terrible solo singing from earlier into her ear, Zhu Qingran’s toes curled so hard they almost ripped through the mattress.

Her singing was truly lethal!

Zhu Qingran suddenly felt a profound wave of sympathy for her younger cousin, who had been forced to sing duets with her all those years. She also developed a deep reverence for the ears of her family elders, who had endured it all.

Staring fixedly at the ceiling chandelier, she finished listening to the recording for a third time. By now, her entire body had completely cooled down.

Perhaps because she was utterly exhausted, her sweet wife was already breathing evenly, fast asleep and at peace.

Although the music had stopped playing in Zhu Qingran’s earphone, the demonic melody in her head was practically looping on a three-week endless cycle. At this moment, any leftover intimacy cravings she possessed as a 3S powerhouse Alpha had completely withered away.

For a split second, Zhu Qingran felt a sudden urge to develop and market a new product: the Little Zhu Brand Puritan Walkman.

Whether you were a dominant Alpha or a fragile Omega, as long as you listened to Little Zhu’s solo tracks, your body temperature would plummet instantly. Your mind would be completely wiped clean of any dirty thoughts, your back would stop aching, your legs would stop hurting, and you wouldn’t even need to buy kidney supplements anymore!

Little Zhu’s Solo Tracks: Your ultimate companion to conquering your desires and becoming a master on your own mountaintop!

Having embraced her newly chilled disposition, Zhu Qingran slept until dawn. Despite having absolutely zero bedroom overindulgence to speak of, she woke up with heavy, dark circles under her eyes, looking as though her internal organs had pulled a three-day overtime shift.

Anyone who caught a glimpse of the CEO’s face that morning couldn’t help but sigh, concluding that the world of a 3S Alpha was simply beyond their comprehension.

Her sweet wife, on the other hand, was full of energy. After confirming the university rehearsal schedule with Zhu Qingran one last time, she headed back to work.

The couple found it incredibly hard to part. Even after walking out of the company doors, Zhu Qingran remained frozen in place like a literal yearning statue.

Her sweet wife did not disappoint either, raising a hand and gesturing for Zhu Qingran to contact her if she missed her.

However, reality has a habit of brushing past expectations, veering completely off course, and driving straight off a cliff, shattering one’s emotional defenses:

“Ah Ran, don’t be afraid. If you miss me, remember to listen to your solo recording more often. It’s good for the song, good for you, and good for me too.”