After the Scumbag Alpha Accidentally Marked the Blackened Villain - Chapter 128 (END)

“Even the little cat gets to make you jealous?” Leng Jinxi pinched Lin Bie’s cheek with a smile, making her ears flush red.

Lin Bie instinctively denied it. “I wasn’t jealous! Didn’t you say you will be sleeping with Little Guai tonight? I was just asking on its behalf.”

She dodged Leng Jinxi’s hand and focused on stirring the vegetables in the pan, though her ears were practically bleeding red.

Leng Jinxi stopped teasing and held her close, exhaling warm breath near her ear. “Little Guai has already curled up in its cat bed and fallen asleep. No cuddling with the kitten tonight. How about cuddling the little puppy instead?”

Lin Bie’s heart skipped a beat. “There’s no puppy! Don’t say weird things.”

Leng Jinxi buried her face in Lin Bie’s shoulder, laughing. A flustered, bashful A-Bie was so cute—adorably hers, in a way only she would ever see. She loved it.

The intensity Leng Jinxi had suppressed all day while dealing with Little Guai’s situation now spilled out in the cramped kitchen. She held Lin Bie tightly, cupped her chin, and turned her face for a kiss.

Their lips met with an unexpected fierceness. Leng Jinxi seemed to pour all her love and passion into that kiss, like she needed Lin Bie to feel every ounce of emotion she’d stored up.

Swallowed by that intense desire, Lin Bie turned off the gas stove, wrapped her arms around Leng Jinxi, and tilted her head to take the lead.

Their kiss deepened. Love interwove with their breathing, their bodies pressed close in a kitchen filled with late-autumn winds drifting through the windows and faint moans slipping between kisses.

Only when breathing became difficult did Lin Bie loosen her grip, pulling Leng Jinxi into an embrace. Over the past two months in the hospital, she had fed her wife diligently, adding a bit of weight, but Leng Jinxi still felt too thin to the touch.

Leng Jinxi’s breath was also unsteady. Nestled in Lin Bie’s arms, she squirmed when her ticklish spots were touched, giggling. “That tickles.” Her voice dripped with tired sweetness.

Lin Bie scolded, “It’s been two months, and you’ve barely put on any weight. Have you been skipping meals behind my back?”

Leng Jinxi sighed deeply and looked up at her with eyes shimmering like spring water. “I’ve gained plenty. If I keep eating, I’ll have to diet when I go back to work.”

She leaned against Lin Bie’s shoulder, peppering distracted kisses along her neck. “I already feel perfect like this.”

Reluctantly, Lin Bie gave up her plan to feed her more and looked down at the woman in her arms. Her features no longer carried the lifeless gloom from before. Now, whenever she looked at Lin Bie, her brows curved with tenderness, her eyes as clear as mountain springs.

They gazed at each other in silence. Love unraveled in that small distance and flowed into their hearts. It’s unclear who made the first move this time, but the next kiss wasn’t as wild—it was filled with tenderness, expressing their love more delicately.

Eventually, Lin Bie lifted Leng Jinxi onto the kitchen island. Her legs dangled, swaying and brushing against Lin Bie’s sides. Lin Bie only had to lean slightly to kiss her lips again.

Those lips, now swollen and moist, parted slightly with her labored breathing. Lin Bie swallowed hard, realizing if she didn’t stop now, they might not get to eat dinner. She loosened her grip, intending to step back—only for Leng Jinxi to wrap her arms around her waist again.

“If we don’t eat now, the food will really get cold,” Lin Bie said, her heart racing.

Leng Jinxi shook her head, looking up at her. “I’m not hungry yet.” She traced slow circles on Lin Bie’s shoulder, twirling a lock of hair between her fingers.

“A-Bie, are you afraid?” she teased, locking her legs around Lin Bie’s waist. Her shirt, disheveled from their kisses, exposed everything from Lin Bie’s vantage point. Her words and teasing movements only made the view more enticing.

Lin Bie’s eyes darkened. She glanced at the food and sighed, then scooped Leng Jinxi up into her arms.

Startled by the sudden lift, Leng Jinxi squealed, clinging tightly to her. Her legs wrapped around Lin Bie in instinctive reaction.

“We’ll eat later. This is your fault,” Lin Bie whispered, brushing a kiss against her cheek as she carried her into the bedroom.

“Click—”

The door closed. In the living room, Little Guai stirred in its sleep, stretched a paw, and sank deeper into dreams scented with catnip. The clock above showed 10:00 p.m.

The bedroom was dark. Though it was early autumn, the heat lingered. Even with the air conditioning, Lin Bie broke out in sweat. She was surrounded by warmth and the intoxicating scent of Leng Jinxi.

She reached for tissues, carefully wiping the sweat from her palms, until her fingers gleamed under the soft light.

“Baby, didn’t you say you wanted to eat? Why are you crying now?” Lin Bie’s breath came heavy. A bite on her lip had drawn blood, but she hadn’t noticed. She nuzzled Leng Jinxi’s face lovingly.

Leng Jinxi had no strength left. Her head rested limply on the pillow, tears spilling from her eyes. She regretted choosing to tease Lin Bie instead of eating dinner. Now her legs were trapped under Lin Bie, unable to escape.

“A-Bie, no more,” she whimpered. “I really can’t take it. It’s too much.”

She tried to sit up, only for Lin Bie to grab her ankle and pull her back. She was even closer now.

Lin Bie leaned down and kissed away her tears, her voice filled with coaxing affection.

“You can do this, baby. Don’t you remember that snowy night in Northern Europe, in front of the fireplace? You were so happy then.”

Her words soothed Leng Jinxi, recalling their one and only vacation during her career peak. She remembered every detail of that night vividly. She bit her hand to stifle a moan, her body trembling.

Back then was different. Now, after so long without intimacy, she truly couldn’t take so much.

“A—Bie—” Her voice fractured into whimpers, sweet and soaked with tears.

Tears filled her eyes again. Her neck arched high, lips parting in silence. The chandelier blurred in her vision. She forgot how to breathe.

Lin Bie buried her face in Leng Jinxi’s neck, kissing a trail up to her lips and silencing all sound.

In the end, neither of them ate dinner. They collapsed, stomachs empty, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Leng Jinxi had cried for so long her eyes were rimmed red. Lin Bie lay against her, occasionally stealing sips of milk, which earned her a sleepy slap.

“Jerk. You’re not even listening to me now,” Leng Jinxi muttered hoarsely, weak with exhaustion. She didn’t even look before swatting Lin Bie’s face.

Lin Bie blinked, stunned, then offered the other cheek like a puppy. “Hit this side too. I love you so much.”

Leng Jinxi couldn’t stay mad. Of course she couldn’t really hit her. She wrapped her arms around Lin Bie and stroked her soft hair, savoring the tenderness.

“Are you hungry?” she asked, recalling the forgotten dinner. She was worried Lin Bie might be starving.

Lin Bie shook her head, voice muffled by what was in her mouth. “Not hungry. I’m eating now.”

Leng Jinxi’s fading blush returned full force. She shoved her away and covered herself. “Carry me to the shower. I can’t move.” She grumbled, wishing she hadn’t been so concerned. This bad puppy always turned sweet after mischief.

Lin Bie couldn’t hide her grin. She leaned in for another kiss, then carried her to the bathroom.

Naturally, they messed around in the bathroom too. By the time they were done, dawn was breaking. They hit the pillow and instantly fell asleep. Still no dinner.

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During Leng Jinxi’s illness, the official narrative was that she was recovering. She only appeared in public for unavoidable commitments. Otherwise, even the paparazzi couldn’t find her.

Luckily, she’d spent the first three years of Lin Bie’s absence immersing herself in work. Many of her dramas aired during that time. Despite the long break, she remained a hot topic in the media.

Lin Bie only learned much later that she wasn’t a celebrity. She was a complete outsider to the industry. Leng Jinxi had protected her so well that no one could identify her. Even when they went out together, Lin Bie stayed heavily disguised. The public only knew that Leng Jinxi had a long-term girlfriend, but almost no one knew what she looked like.

Getting back into her original profession was tough for Lin Bie—especially since she’d lived three lifetimes. And with Leng Jinxi returning to work, Lin Bie worried about long-distance affecting her recovery. She couldn’t bear to be apart from her.

So, after some discussion, she made a decision: to join Leng Jinxi on set.

After all, Lin Bie had been an actress for two lives and even a workaholic in one of them. Acting was second nature.

So she ended up in Leng Jinxi’s crew doing extra work. Leng Jinxi never hid their relationship. On set, she openly interacted with Lin Bie and never removed her wedding ring.

In Lin Bie’s fragmented memories of the first 25 years in this world, everything outside her time with Leng Jinxi was blurry. She knew Leng Jinxi was famous, but didn’t realize just how famous until a single photo—showing her wearing a wedding ring on her left middle finger—sent # LengJinxiMarried trending in ten minutes.

That brought a wave of online speculation. During the five years Lin Bie had disappeared from Leng Jinxi’s side, fans had picked up on subtle clues.

People believed they had broken up and then gotten back together. Many thought Leng Jinxi’s illness was actually heartbreak. Their love story turned into dramatic gossip.

While all that was happening, the two were nestled on a hotel couch in Hengdian watching a movie. Lin Bie was scrolling through her phone, Leng Jinxi lazily munching chips in her lap.

The wild rumors made Lin Bie fume. She threw her phone down and burrowed into Leng Jinxi’s neck in frustration.

“They’re saying we were never really in love, just some fleeting first-crush infatuation.”

Leng Jinxi cupped her chin and looked at her furrowed brows, utterly smitten. She pulled her in for a deep kiss.

Lin Bie’s anger melted, though she still pouted.

Leng Jinxi chuckled, pulled out her phone, and leaned against her, snapping a photo of Lin Bie’s puffed cheeks.

“What are you doing?” Lin Bie asked.

Leng Jinxi tapped away, then handed her the phone. Lin Bie blinked. She was stunned.

Leng Jinxi had just posted the photo on Weibo with the caption: “My wife turned into a pufferfish.”

“Ahhhh! Delete that! It’s a terrible picture!” Lin Bie cried.

“Nope. A-Bie is super cute,” Leng Jinxi said, hiding her phone behind her back.

Lin Bie tackled her, nibbling at her shoulder and neck. It wasn’t painful—just a form of venting, or perhaps an instinctive obsession.

Leng Jinxi squirmed from the tickles, rubbing her head. A gentle breeze flowed through the window curtains.

“Baby,” she whispered softly, “this is love. So much love. Love that would find you even if the world turned upside down.”

Love isn’t a one-second crush. Love is countless seconds stitched together into forever.

Love is you and me.
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[End of Main Story]