After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Refuse to Get Divorced - Chapter 6

“Wifey. I had such a tough day at work today, and you didn’t even hold my hand and tell me I did well. All you do is tell me to drink more hot water.”

Who would have thought that just a few minutes ago, this stunning, commanding office queen would now be pouting sweetly and acting all cute in the office?

Zhu Qingran took the cup her little wife handed over and, smoothly, pulled Du Shiyu’s hand into her embrace.

Compared to her previous stubborn insistence on using her little wife’s cup as soon as she stepped inside, now she was far more intent on showing off their affection in front of her so-called rival.

Zhu Qingran let her fingertips casually trace over Du Shiyu’s palm and back of her hand.

Her little wife’s hands were beautiful—slender, delicate, almost like fine porcelain art. Just looking at them was enough to make one mesmerized.

Holding them in her own hands made them all the more irresistible.

In this season, her hands were dry yet warm, making them even more captivating.

At first, Zhu Qingran had stayed under the table, close to her little wife, just to watch her interact with the rival over work.

Judging by the rival’s expression, she was jealous but refused to back down.

Discussing work is one thing, but why is half of her leaning across the table?

And where is she even looking?

She has a chest too, why is she staring at my wife?

Wifey, your partner is right here—can’t you have a little awareness of being a married woman?

Zhu Qingran watched, increasingly frustrated, her blood pressure rising and her mouth dry with irritation.

Clearly, a gentle, coquettish approach wasn’t working. She opted instead for a playful punishment, pinching her little wife’s fingertips.

“Mmm.”

Her little wife let out a soft hum, glancing sideways at her, emotions unreadable in her eyes.

But now that her wifey was paying attention, Zhu Qingran’s next move was already clear.

“Wifey. Aren’t you supposed to have a class soon? You’re not planning to skip it, are you? Just to talk about work instead?”

Zhu Qingran arched an eyebrow and pointed at the class schedule on the table.

Since acting cute couldn’t reclaim her little wife’s attention, she had to motivate her with work.

She knew Du Shiyu loved her work; there was no way she’d skip class just to continue arguing with a rival.

Zhu Qingran was confident—if her little wife went to class properly and performed well, she wouldn’t remain as indifferent as she was now.

And yes, her little wife valued education. Teaching and guiding others wasn’t just noble—it was even more admirable when it came to her own students.

Zhu Qingran felt brilliant. She could attend more classes in the future; a conscientious, ambitious partner was far more interesting than a rival trying to interfere with her household.

A triumphant smirk tugged at her lips.

“Since this student is here just to sneak a peek at Du Shiyu’s class, I should probably give her a chance. Du Shiyu, you go ahead and teach—I’ll catch up with the rehearsal afterward.”

The rival graciously stepped aside.

Zhu Qingran was shocked. Her little wife actually had this many pretend-student suitors?

So, whenever she wasn’t around, her little wife must have been called “wifey” by countless people.

Jealous, Zhu Qingran felt a surge of possessive fury. She’d have to “pickle” those little wannabe suitors with her own special brand of CEO vinegar.

“Right, I should go to class. We’ll talk later.” Du Shiyu, sensing Zhu Qingran’s odd behavior, took out her textbooks and prepared to leave to avoid any unnecessary conflict.

But Zhu Qingran grabbed her wrist.

“I love attending my wifey’s class—I have to support her. As for this.” She cast a glance at the rival’s name badge. “Ah, Fang Ziyan, Teacher Fang. I’ve noted your suggestions. Those little suitors? I’ll make sure they back off. And the rehearsal plan you mentioned—I’ll get back to you soon. My wifey may not be good at this, but that doesn’t mean I’m not. No need to discuss privately.”

She tapped the rival’s badge with perfect composure.

The moment she led Du Shiyu out of the office, Zhu Qingran shouted inside her heart—ecstatic.

Yes! Finally! No rival is getting anywhere near my wife!

She emerged from the office with all the presence of a triumphant CEO, only to be tugged by her little wife.

“Wifey.” Zhu Qingran began to explain that she hadn’t ruined workplace relationships, but then noticed Du Shiyu’s furrowed brow.

Had her little wife really been lured away by the rival?

What should she do?

Not divorce!

No! She would never divorce!

Her dog-like, wet eyes met Du Shiyu’s, but the words trapped in her little wife’s mouth never came out.

Du Shiyu turned away, pulling Zhu Qingran briskly down the corridor.

“You’re going the wrong way! My class is in the West Wing!”

Her explanation disappeared into the wind, but it sent a ripple of relief through Zhu Qingran’s heart.

So, her little wife wasn’t angry? She hadn’t changed her feelings?

She had just taken a wrong turn!

At first, it was Du Shiyu holding onto Zhu Qingran, but soon it felt like Zhu Qingran was the one pulling Du Shiyu along, running.

In that moment, the passing students, the sounds drifting from classrooms, the flickering classroom numbers—all of it pulled them back to their school days.

Du Shiyu never met anyone she liked while she was a student. But the year after she left school, she encountered a female student who ran alongside her in the same way.

And now, that same student was still leading her through the motions of those past days.

Though Du Shiyu couldn’t shake the feeling that things had changed, at that instant, her heart raced with the same thrill that had always been theirs alone.

As the accomplished lecturer Du Shiyu, she stepped into the classroom right on the ringing of the bell.

Before entering, she withdrew her hand.

Du Shiyu walked up to the podium with calm composure, leaving behind Zhu Qingran, who stared at her empty hand for a long moment before snapping back to reality.

Perhaps her empathy was too strong—when the hand was gone, Zhu Qingran felt her heart sting sharply.

Then, looking at the empty space where their hands had touched, her chest felt hollow.

“Heh, even the infamous CEO Zhu feels pain when she loses something, huh?”

Zhu Qingran forced a bitter smile and chose an empty seat.

Her little rival seemed to have a point—Du Shiyu’s classes were highly sought after.

Every front-row seat where a student could catch the lecturer’s gaze was already taken.

Sitting in the second-to-last row, Zhu Qingran could barely see Du Shiyu’s expressions.

Resigned, she pulled out her portable smart computer and began drafting the rehearsal plan.

The university’s anniversary celebration was approaching, and Du Shiyu, a well-known instructor in her department, had been entrusted with coordinating a performance for students who weren’t particularly enthusiastic.

Though it was a poetry recitation in chorus, it had to be rehearsed quickly during students’ free time.

Ever since Zhu Qingran had seen Du Shiyu with Fang Ziyan, the two had been discussing formations and how to arrange the lead speakers.

Before coming here, Zhu Qingran had been skilled at creating visual layouts in her former company, so she quickly devised a plan after matching the basic information of the lead speakers she’d just heard.

But when she returned to class, she found she couldn’t keep up with the content at all.

Even as an interstellar CEO, she was familiar with all these materials.

Watching the eager students in the front row trying to impress her little wife, Zhu Qingran couldn’t see the direction of her gaze. Frustrated, she slumped over her desk and spaced out.

When a piece of chalk dropped nearby, she felt an intense, burning gaze on her.

Almost the entire room was staring at her.

“That student, you seem to have some issues with my class. Stay after class—I think we need to discuss your participation grade.”

Her little wife spoke with complete confidence during the lecture. Her smile was gentle, but her commanding presence as a teacher was undeniable.

Hearing the whispers of awe around her—“Du Shiyu is so beautiful and charismatic, I wish I could date her”—Zhu Qingran straightened her spine immediately.

“Alright, I’d also like to discuss life with Du Shiyu.”

The class continued, but Zhu Qingran no longer slumped at her desk. She kept her eyes firmly on her little wife.

Hmph. These young students actually wanted to snatch her little wife!

Little wife was off-limits. If they worked hard, maybe her little wife’s future children could date them!

Of course, that was only if her father-in-law didn’t notice. Everyone, behave yourselves!

You over there—don’t look at my wife!

And you—don’t daydream about her!

Finally, class ended. Zhu Qingran leisurely made her way from the back row to the podium.

Students who hadn’t intended to leave were subtly shooed away by a sharp glance from her and obediently exited.

Watching her little wife smile sweetly while saying goodbye to everyone, Zhu Qingran gently placed her hand on the back of her wife’s neck.

Her fingers wandered teasingly, mischievously brushing over the gland hidden beneath her long hair.

“What are you doing? There are people.”

Du Shiyu let out a soft gasp as someone passed by in the corridor.

She had intended to tell Zhu Qingran not to come next time, but Zhu Qingran’s bold move threw her off balance.

“People, huh?”

Zhu Qingran simply pulled Du Shiyu down from the podium, closing the classroom door just two steps away.

Surrounded by the door, Du Shiyu’s minty scent wafted strongly once more.

“Ah Ran, after we get home, mmph.”

Zhu Qingran didn’t intend to be perverse.

She just wanted to seal her little wife’s lips to prevent refusal.

And so, she did.