After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Refuse to Get Divorced - Chapter 7

The kiss wasn’t just a fleeting brush, but it ended quickly enough.

The moment her lips left her little wife’s, Zhu Qingran felt her worldview rearranging itself.

Sweet.

Her little wife was sweet.

For someone who had barely just escaped singlehood before becoming a married woman, this was shocking.

Her little wife was this sweet—how had the original scummy CEO ever tolerated the “fishiness of the sea” out there?

If “not appreciating what you have” needed an example, the original Zhu Qingran was the perfect illustration.

Because Zhu Qingran was busy analyzing all of this, her brows tightened unconsciously—an expression that fell sharply into Du Shiyu’s eyes.

Something in Du Shiyu seemed to snap.

A wave of discomfort surged up; she bit her lip and pushed Zhu Qingran away.

“Zhu Qingran, didn’t we agree? While we’re at work, we should avoid meeting as much as possible. If there’s anything to say, save it for home. Go back. I still have to work.”

Her little wife’s tone was no longer as warm or gentle as before, her hand pressing against Zhu Qingran’s shoulder.

People always said that the right amount of kissing strengthened a couple’s bond.

But even after kissing her—why did it feel like their relationship was only getting colder?

It couldn’t get cold.

Even if she had to slide to her knees, Zhu Qingran would warm this relationship back up with both hands.

It was hard enough to find a partner these days—how could she ever give up a sweet, adorable little wife?

Zhu Qingran prided herself on being upright and clean. She wasn’t scummy, and she definitely wasn’t divorcing.

“I said we should avoid seeing each other, but I didn’t say anything about avoiding physical contact. Shiyu, if you don’t want to see my face, I can cover your eyes instead. Just don’t be so cold to me, okay?”

Her voice was soft and aggrieved as she raised her hand, genuinely ready to cover Du Shiyu’s eyes.

The gesture was far too suggestive—far too teasing.

Du Shiyu’s mind buzzed.

Her first instinct was: Zhu Qingran wants to spend one last night with her in the classroom?

Absolutely not!

“Zhu Qingran, if you came all the way to school today just to do this sort of thing, then I’m not accompanying you.”

She pushed hard against Zhu Qingran’s shoulder, struggling to get away.

Zhu Qingran blinked, stunned.

And then—sudden enlightenment.

Did her little wife not like slow, gentle flirting? Did she prefer a “shower and straight to bed” approach?

Though “straight to bed” was only feasible if Zhu Qingran wasn’t too kidney-deficient for it.

Oh?

Exciting.

She shook out the thought before it carried any further color.

Then she reached out and held her little wife’s slender wrist.

“Shiyu, I know I was impulsive just now. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have embarrassed you in front of your colleagues. But—I really missed you. I kept thinking about you even in the meeting. I couldn’t focus at all, so I selfishly came to find you. And then I kissed you because I got jealous for no reason. If I made things hard for you, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

She spoke slowly, each word deliberate, her bright eyes locking onto Du Shiyu’s.

She was apologizing.

Apologizing for something Du Shiyu had long grown accustomed to enduring.

At that moment, both women were overwhelmed.

Zhu Qingran was trying her hardest to warm their relationship, doing everything a good partner should.

Du Shiyu, on the other hand, found herself confused beneath the surprise.

Had she misunderstood Zhu Qingran’s intentions?

Had she really just come to school because she missed her? Kissed her because she was jealous?

And—well—that kiss wasn’t exactly forceful.

At least, Du Shiyu hadn’t truly resisted.

More than physical compatibility, Du Shiyu valued emotional connection.

“Zhu Qingran, as you said, I’m right here. You’ve seen me. Now go. I won’t see you out.”

Her little wife wasn’t just soft physically—her heart was soft too.

A few words and she’d already melted inside, though her mouth still refused to budge.

Seeing that her little wife looked less guarded than before, Zhu Qingran’s scummy-CEO instincts kicked back in.

Soft lips, soft heart, give the CEO some time and the ears would be soft too.

“Wife. You’re still mad at me. I don’t believe you’ve forgiven me.”

Her pitiful puppy eyes came out again, and Du Shiyu’s heartbeat instantly picked up.

“Zhu Qingran, I mean what I said. I’m not mad. Don’t—”

“But you’re still punishing me. You know I have no chest to speak of, and you’re pushing right here. Are you trying to make it go negative?”

Following her gaze, Du Shiyu realized her hand had somehow drifted toward Zhu Qingran’s chest.

Teacher Du was very, very confused.

Question: What do you do if your scummy A suddenly refuses to divorce and starts flirting shamelessly? Asking for a friend, it’s urgent!

In truth, the thing Du Shiyu cared about most was—

When was this CEO going to leave?

“Zhu Qingran, stop being improper. Are you leaving or not?”

She huffed, ready to turn away.

But Zhu Qingran was completely undone by her little wife’s shy expression. She let her hand slide from the wrist to the small, soft palm.

“Leaving. I’m leaving right now! But—I’m taking you with me!”

By the time Du Shiyu found herself being pulled along, they had already raced out of the classroom.

The hallway was nearly empty.

With the class bell ringing in the background, they dashed out of the building like two students skipping class.

“Zhu Qingran, where are you taking me now? I—”

“Let’s elope!”

Zhu Qingran’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, that carefree, untamed look reminiscent of old times.

By the time they were seated in the back of the sports car, her little wife’s gentle panting still hadn’t ceased.

If there wasn’t so many people around, Zhu Qingran felt an almost cheeky urge to hold her little wife and help her “breathe” manually.

“Madam, President Zhu, I’ve already arranged your leave, and the rehearsal schedule is all set. You don’t need to worry about anything today—just give yourself fully to President Zhu.”

Liang Jing, sitting in the passenger seat, had learned a lot from the previous shocking moments.

She didn’t sneak a glance at the couple’s private interactions. Instead, she professionally reported what she had done and handed over a few outfit options from the styling studio.

Her words were particularly gratifying to Zhu Qingran.

Exactly—no need to resist, little wife. Just hand yourself over to the CEO and let her take you on an adventure!

“The dark green with deep red looks nice, black and white is good too, and this deep blue with lilac also beautiful!”

Zhu Qingran thought all the dresses were fine, but more importantly, her little wife looked amazing—anything would suit her.

At that moment, though, she was more interested in seeing her little wife in a school uniform, lying on the bed, calling her a rascal.

The image was perfect—at least, Zhu Qingran felt her heart race just imagining it.

She laughed heartily, planning to place the order as soon as they returned from the event.

School uniforms were cute, school uniform skirts were cute, but school uniform skirts on her little wife were the cutest of all.

Long legs, a slender waist, creamy skin, high-spirited energy.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

If only her kidneys weren’t weak.

But the scent of mint drifted again, and still, there was barely a trace of her pheromones.

While Zhu Qingran was lost in thought, Du Shiyu flipped through the next few pages.

“This blue-and-white porcelain dress.”

“Wearing it. This one’s perfect!”

So that afternoon, Zhu Qingran skipped the endless outfit changes and took her little wife straight out on a date.

Yes—the CEO of IO Group was ditching work to go on a date with her wife.

Back at the Zhu family mansion, the news reached Old Madam Zhu, who was pruning her roses.

“Grandma, look! My cousin finally understands the joy of having a virtuous wife at home. Can you please stop making me run around after her? My entire dowry is gone—she’s used up every bit of it!”

He Yimo, wearing a lilac sundress, was busy pouring water and pulling weeds, just hoping to get a lazy sleep at home tonight.

The little couple was already basking in sweet, growing affection. Wasn’t it time for her, the extra, to exit stage left?

“I’ll give you one million. Go keep an eye on her at the event.”

Old Madam Zhu spoke calmly, raising a finger to emphasize.

“One million? Cash?”

“Cash. Guaranteed in-hand, no one can cheat you,” Old Madam Zhu stressed, and the previously reluctant He Yimo immediately perked up.

She tidied her slightly messy hair and touched her cheeks. “Ah, without my cousin’s care recently, my skin has gotten rough! I’ll soak in all the luxury at the banquet and win back her heart! Ahh!”

When Old Madam Zhu tapped He Yimo’s head with a watering can, the aspiring superstar’s performance flair vanished.

“Grandma, let’s be clear—do you want me to pull my cousin along, or stir up trouble for my sister-in-law to heat up their relationship?”

“You keep an eye on what Shiyu eats.”

He Yimo froze.

She had a new drama to shoot next month—she couldn’t be a food monitor!

“Grandma, I.”

“One hundred fifty thousand, cash! I just need to know if she eats sour, spicy, more, or less.”

Old Madam Zhu went back to watering the flowers, and He Yimo finally got it.

“Oh! Right, right! I also want to take my stellar Alpha kid out to light up the streets! Leave it to me—I’m going!”

He Yimo bounced out of the mansion as Zhu Qingran fed Du Shiyu a crayfish in the restaurant.

“Eat more, my love.”

Meanwhile, a photographer capturing the moment was suddenly grabbed by Liang Jing.

“Weren’t you supposed to be photographing Miss Mo? Why are you here?”

Seeing the familiar entertainment reporter, Liang Jing froze.

He smiled, pointing toward the little wife. “Miss Mo said, the little wife is more valuable now.”

Liang Jing’s glasses sparkled.

“How much did Miss Mo offer you? I’ll double it! Take more shots! Capture every single moment!”