After the Scumbag Alpha Heard her Inner Thoughts - Chapter 42

Su Wanqing hadn’t been back to Banguishan Manor for quite a while. The house was very clean. Sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm patches onto the living room floor — and onto the suitcase left in the center of the room.

Su Wanqing felt a bit breathless. When Chu Muqing’s fingers slipped inside her just moments ago, her mind hadn’t reacted at all — instinctively, she bit down, then immediately spit her fingers out with a look of distaste.

“You didn’t wash your hands!”

Having been caught up in the heat of the moment, Chu Muqing rubbed her fingertips, then looked at Su Wanqing’s eyes and pulled her into her arms. “So you’re saying… if I wash them, it’s okay?”

Chu Muqing’s gaze was sharp, almost as if she could see right through her. She spoke slowly, seemingly without pressing the point, but Su Wanqing could instinctively sense a trace of danger — a deep, predatory kind of patience.

Chu Muqing quietly waited for her answer, one hand roaming casually along her waist like a rascal.

“No way!” Su Wanqing quickly pushed her away and rushed to rescue the abandoned suitcase in the center of the living room. “Nothing’s allowed!”

Chu Muqing genuinely wanted to grab her back, but Su Wanqing’s little strength wasn’t enough to resist her anyway. After an exhausting day, Chu Muqing hadn’t truly intended to do anything further.

Before her hospitalization, Su Wanqing rarely spent the night here. In the beginning, she often stayed overnight at the company for Lanqing’s sake. Later, after her trip to Country M, she had been in the hospital, so most things in this house hadn’t been used for a long time.

Su Wanqing opened the suitcase, planning to tidy up. But Chu Muqing rolled up her sleeves, bent down, and scooped Su Wanqing up by the waist, tossing her lightly onto the sofa.

“Rest.”

The sudden sensation of weightlessness made Su Wanqing’s heart leap. She thought Chu Muqing was up to something again and sat on the sofa, still a little flustered, preparing to kindly remind Chu Muqing that the doctor had specifically warned them not to do anything strenuous.

But instead, she watched as Chu Muqing quietly took over the task of organizing the suitcase.

It was Su Wanqing’s first time seeing Chu Muqing’s methodical, precise way of sorting things.

After neatly packing everything away, Chu Muqing noticed the lack of lived-in feeling in the house. She could tell Su Wanqing hadn’t stayed here much. She placed the suitcase in the storage room, stood at the doorway with her hands on her hips, and asked, “Anything else you need organized?”

“Are you staying here tonight?” Su Wanqing asked.

Chu Muqing tilted her head. “What’s wrong? Is my wife trying to kick me out on the first night?”

“I’m not,” Su Wanqing said, hugging a small teddy bear on the sofa and looking at her. “If you’re staying, we’ll need to wash the bedsheets… and your pajamas.”

Chu Muqing immediately understood. Worried that Su Wanqing might get bored while waiting, she went to the kitchen and washed two plates of fruit.

“I’ll have the housekeeper send more things over later.”

Since it was summer, and the weather was dry and hot, Chu Muqing had already instructed the housekeeper to prepare a lot of seasonal fruit. But she hadn’t expected that there would be practically nothing left here. If she had known, she would’ve told the housekeeper to double up supplies.

Balancing the plate easily with one hand, Chu Muqing gracefully placed it onto the coffee table — as refined as a trained waiter at a high-end restaurant.

Her slender fingers rested lightly against the edge of the plate, the joints distinct, still dotted with tiny water droplets.

Seeing her hand, Su Wanqing couldn’t help but recall the scene from earlier.

She had bitten that hand just a little while ago.

After setting down the plate, Chu Muqing was about to head into the bedroom to change the sheets when she casually caught sight of Su Wanqing — her cheeks faintly red, lost in thought.

Chu Muqing lifted her hand and gently pinched her cheek, which was soft and plump.

“What are you thinking about?”

Su Wanqing, flustered, immediately slapped her hand away. “Nothing!”

Chu Muqing didn’t think much of it and went into the bedroom to start tidying up. Meanwhile, Su Wanqing sat by the window, eating fruit while watching the scenery outside.

The seasonal fruits were juicy and sweet.

The dark red cherries were crystal clear, large and plump. Su Wanqing couldn’t resist — one after another, she kept eating them.

Chu Muqing separated the laundry and put it into the washer-dryer combo, setting it to timed wash and dry. When she came back out, she saw Su Wanqing lounging on the sofa like a pampered noblewoman.

Her hair draped loosely over her shoulders. She leaned one elbow on the sofa while lazily feeding herself pieces of fruit.

She had already finished almost an entire plate.

Chu Muqing turned around, washed her hands again, and sat down next to her. “It’s a shame there aren’t any lychees.”

Lychees were best eaten fresh. Once stored in the fridge, they lost their juicy sweetness.

Su Wanqing wasn’t particularly fond of lychees, so she didn’t think much of it. She couldn’t understand why Chu Muqing suddenly brought it up.

“Why?” Su Wanqing asked, holding up a cherry. “Do you really like lychees?”

Su Wanqing was usually too lazy to eat fruits that needed peeling, like lychees. Plus, eating too many could cause inflammation, so she didn’t bother buying them.

Chu Muqing didn’t answer directly. Instead, she leaned closer, pressing her elbow into a stuffed toy on the sofa, and said with a smile, “Because beauties should always be paired with lychees.”

Su Wanqing: “…”

“Did you go train in the Kingdom of Cheesy Pickup Lines?” she asked, deadpan.

“When my wife’s sitting right in front of me, why would I need training? Sweet words just come naturally,” Chu Muqing replied shamelessly.

Su Wanqing: “…”

Even while chatting, Su Wanqing’s hands didn’t stop. She picked up another cherry and popped it into her mouth. As soon as she bit down, sweet red juice burst inside, overflowing a little from the corner of her lips.

“This cherry is so sweet!” she praised.

“I want to try too,” Chu Muqing said. Tossing the stuffed toy behind the sofa, she leaned forward, bracing herself against Su Wanqing’s waist — completely unable to resist.

Her soft, fragrant wife was just too tempting.

Pressed underneath her, Su Wanqing’s half-eaten cherry slipped from her fingers. She hurriedly pressed her hand against Chu Muqing’s chest. “What are you doing!”

Chu Muqing caught her wrist and pinned it above her head. As Su Wanqing looked up at her, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively closed her eyes.

This woman… once she made a move, she was unstoppable. These past few days of fake gentleness had tricked her! After all, wasn’t Chu Muqing originally portrayed as a crazed, possessive Alpha who forced love on others? How could she ever be truly pure and innocent?

Chu Muqing deepened the kiss, stealing all her breath, exploring every corner tenderly yet fiercely. The lingering taste of cherries between them made the kiss feel even sweeter.

The wide two-person sofa was just big enough for them to fit together, tangled up closely.

Chu Muqing couldn’t help but crave more. Her hand slid down from Su Wanqing’s waist, only stopping when she encountered resistance.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, making Su Wanqing shudder involuntarily. She tried to push her hand away, clearly resisting further advances.

Chu Muqing tilted her head, her hot breath fanning across Su Wanqing’s flushed face. Up close, she could clearly see her trembling eyelashes and misty, dazed eyes.

Su Wanqing whispered very softly, “Cold.”

Because it was summer, the air conditioning wasn’t set too low. After washing her hands in cool water, Chu Muqing had forgotten about the sudden chill.

“Then… let my wife warm me up,” Chu Muqing said with a grin.

Even as she spoke, she made no move to pull her hand away. After the initial shock, her hand had already warmed up quite a bit.

Chu Muqing became even more daring.

Su Wanqing was kissed until she was completely lightheaded, her mind going blank — she didn’t even know how to react anymore.

She lay there as still as a fish on a chopping board.

From a distance, Su Wanqing’s figure didn’t seem especially curvy. But when felt carefully, she was exactly right — slender where she should be, and soft where it mattered most.

“My wife is so soft,” Chu Muqing murmured affectionately.

“Chu Muqing, shut up!” Su Wanqing snapped, her cheeks burning.

Her heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat. In her flustered panic, she didn’t even realize that her pheromones were starting to leak.

But Chu Muqing noticed immediately.

The rich, intoxicating scent of S-class gardenia flooded the air — far stronger and more tempting than before. It pulled at Chu Muqing’s every nerve, stirring up a fierce, uncontrollable longing.

Just that faint scent was enough to make her restless.

Afraid she would lose control if she kept going, Chu Muqing finally pulled her hand away. She curled up against Su Wanqing’s shoulder instead, nuzzling into her neck and muttering pitifully, “Wife, your pheromones are leaking…”

Su Wanqing took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, regulating her breathing, and trying to suppress the runaway scent. Around her heat cycle, her pheromones were always this unstable.

“Ding!”

The washing machine’s timer chimed.

The smart washing machine automatically announced,
[Washing cycle complete!]

Su Wanqing nudged Chu Muqing. “The laundry’s done. Go hang it up!”

She blinked in surprise. Had it really been a whole hour? She clearly remembered setting the timer for just one hour — but time had flown by.
Sure enough, the warmth of love made people lose track of everything.

Chu Muqing went over to hang the bedsheets and duvet covers. She carefully folded away their undergarments and tucked them neatly into the wardrobe by the bed.

Meanwhile, Su Wanqing adjusted her wrinkled clothes, glancing down at herself.
Her outfit was a mess, covered in creases, as if she’d been used as a cleaning rag.

And lingering faintly on her skin — the wild scent of roses.

She let out a soft laugh.
She had thought she was the only one left so disheveled, losing control of her pheromones after just a few kisses.
But clearly, someone else wasn’t much better.

The two of them had tangled together the entire morning. After finishing the laundry, Chu Muqing went to the study to deal with work.

By the time it was past one o’clock, Su Wanqing was starting to feel hungry.

She leaned against the study door. Inside, Chu Muqing was on a call, speaking fluent English.
Su Wanqing didn’t dare disturb her.

Chu Muqing glanced up, her gaze lifting past the computer to meet hers. She spoke into her headset, saying, “Sorry,” before turning slightly toward Su Wanqing.

“Wife, what’s wrong? Are you hungry? I already asked Xu Chengke to bring lunch. Just hang on a bit longer.”

Su Wanqing nodded obediently, pointed at the laptop, and mouthed softly,
“You keep working.”

Then she quietly withdrew from the study.

Back in the living room, Su Wanqing picked up her phone and sent a message to Ji Yu:
[I’ll be back at work the day after tomorrow.]

Tomorrow, she planned to visit Lu Qinghe.
Time really flew — Lu Qinghe was already nearly six months pregnant, and Cheng Zhuo had long since forbidden her from working.

Stuck at home with nothing to do, Lu Qinghe was constantly bored.
Su Wanqing figured she could go chat and keep her company for a while.

Ji Yu replied almost instantly:
[I thought you’d need at least ten days or half a month!]

Su Wanqing: “…”

Just from that reply alone, she knew Ji Yu’s imagination had probably gone somewhere very improper.
Honestly, for someone with zero dating experience, Ji Yu had way too much “theoretical knowledge.”

Su Wanqing snapped her phone shut just as the doorbell rang.

She quickly ran over and checked the peephole — it was Xu Chengke.
Opening the door, she greeted him.

Before stepping inside, Xu Chengke respectfully called out,
“Madam.”

“I packed three dishes — all ones you and the boss love to eat,” he said, setting the bags neatly onto the table.

He then pulled out three or four folders from his backpack.
“Madam, these are for the boss. Please remind her to review and sign them.”

Su Wanqing took them and placed them carefully on the table.
“Got it.”

“Then I’ll take my leave.”

“Want to stay for a bit?” Su Wanqing asked casually. “Have some fruit.”

As she spoke, her gaze drifted downward—and spotted a half-eaten cherry still hidden under the coffee table.

Instantly, everything came rushing back!

When she’d cleaned earlier, it must have been lodged into that tricky little corner she hadn’t seen.

Xu Chengke smiled politely.
“Thank you, Madam, but no need.”

His first instinct was escape!
He hurried in, hurried out — disappearing like the wind.

Across the world, the video call was still connected.
Facing Chu Muqing on the screen were Amy and several high-level executives from her company, discussing the next phase of their partnership.

Although they were foreigners, the word “wife” hadn’t escaped their notice.

The impact was immediate.

Back when they negotiated, Chu Muqing had indeed given up a few percentage points of profit — but even so, she had still carried an intimidating, unshakable aura.
If she hadn’t been rushing to seal the deal at the time, Amy honestly might have crumbled under the pressure.

What Amy didn’t expect was that Chu Muqing, who was once so sharp and dominant, could act so soft and gentle when it came to her wife.

Amy had still been mid-sentence, trying to continue discussing business,
when Chu Muqing interrupted directly: “I’m having lunch with my wife.”

And then — she hung up.

Leaving Amy and the other executives staring at the black screen, shrugging helplessly.

Was this what the Chinese people called… “love-struck brain”?

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