After the Scumbag Alpha Heard her Inner Thoughts - Chapter 46

Su Wanqing was only casually sketching — she hadn’t planned to use any of it for actual work.
Designing too many pieces under the banner of “work” could easily numb the senses.

Ji Yu was a typical example of that.

It was like completing a rushed university assignment —
Su Wanqing didn’t think too hard about it, simply letting her hand move freely.

She doodled various designs: dresses, shirts, even a whimsical collection of socks.

Page after page, the rough sketches piled up —
but viewed at a glance, there was an undeniable artistic beauty to them.

Without realizing it, she had filled four or five sheets.

Anyone who had survived a fashion graduation project knew —
this kind of sketching was etched into your bones.

After admiring her work, Su Wanqing finally set her stylus down, stretched her arms high, and yawned.

She glanced at the time on her tablet —
12:30 a.m.

She gasped in shock.
How did it get so late?!

Remembering Chu Muqing had said she’d sit nearby and watch her work, Su Wanqing spun around —
only to meet Chu Muqing’s eyes directly.

Startled, Su Wanqing almost dropped her pen.

Chu Muqing tilted her head slightly, her eyes clear and calm, as if silently asking:
What’s wrong?

Su Wanqing stared at her blankly for a moment.

Honestly, after seeing the time, she had assumed Chu Muqing would’ve left ages ago.

But there she was, still sitting exactly where she had been four hours ago —
barely moving, like a beautifully carved statue placed there just for her.

“You’re… still here?” Su Wanqing blurted out.

Chu Muqing answered naturally,
“I didn’t have much work tonight.
So I just sat here and watched.”

“Watched how my wife works.”

That single, casually spoken sentence softened Su Wanqing’s heart completely.

She could feel her breathing falter for a second —
a soft, overwhelming warmth filling her chest, impossible to put into words.

So Su Wanqing chose a different way to express it.

She crawled out of her little makeshift work corner, walked over to Chu Muqing, and without hesitation, threw her arms around her.

Chu Muqing, caught off guard, froze for a split second —
then chuckled softly and patted her back.

“What’s wrong?” she asked gently.
“Trouble with your sketches?”

Su Wanqing rested her chin on Chu Muqing’s shoulder and shook her head lightly.

“Then what is it?”

“I just… wanted to hug you,” Su Wanqing murmured.

“Okay,” Chu Muqing said, her voice even softer.

Sketching could be an incredibly lonely, mechanical thing.

Most people didn’t realize it —
they thought art was romantic, creative.
But real work meant endless drafts, endless revisions, long hours of silence where even time seemed to forget you existed.

Su Wanqing had once seen a post online warning that living alone, you should never nap in the late afternoon —
because waking up at dusk, with the house plunged into darkness, and no other heartbeat around, was terrifyingly lonely.

She rarely napped herself.
Her lights were motion-sensitive and would turn on automatically if she woke at night.

But during intense sketching sessions —
she would sometimes lose all sense of time.

Hours would vanish.
When she finally looked up, the world outside had changed completely, and she was the only soul left awake.

Back when she worked with Ji Yu, she never felt that emptiness.
Ji Yu was always nearby — not interfering, just… there.

They would stop to talk a little, laugh a little, critique each other’s drafts.

It made all the difference.

And now —
sitting with Chu Muqing —
she realized that feeling of quiet companionship could be found here too.

Su Wanqing tightened her arms around Chu Muqing instinctively —
like a child clutching her favorite plush toy before sleep.

Their bodies pressed together.

Fresh from her shower, Chu Muqing was wearing nothing but a thin, soft set of homewear.
The soft curves of her chest brushed lightly against Su Wanqing’s body, vivid and real.

Chu Muqing stiffened.

“If you keep hugging me like this,” she said seriously,
“I can’t guarantee I’ll behave.”

The desire she had painstakingly suppressed after her shower was being reignited —
and burning hotter than before.

Su Wanqing quickly let go, awkwardly scratching her head.

“…It’s late,” she said, pretending to yawn.
“We should go to bed.”

“Mm.”
Chu Muqing slowly stood up, reaching out a hand to help her.

Before leaving, Su Wanqing turned back for a final glance at her little ‘safe corner’ —
the tablet still perched neatly on its stand.

She picked it up carefully and followed Chu Muqing back to the bedroom.

The bed had already been made.
Even the row of plush toys beside the headboard had been lined up neatly — almost as if they had gone through military training, standing there solemnly yet adorably.

Turned out, Chu Muqing hadn’t spent the whole evening just staring at her.

In between, she had quietly slipped away to the bathroom twice, and finally — sensing the time — had come here to prepare everything.

She had even straightened up the plushies.

Chu Muqing had thought for a moment about packing them away —
after all, you have me now, why still need them?
But recalling how much Su Wanqing loved them, she dropped the idea.

No need to upset her over something so small.

Su Wanqing tossed her tablet onto the bed, lifted the quilt, and slid under the covers, scooting over to make room.

Meanwhile, Chu Muqing went to the wardrobe and pulled out a fresh set of clothes.

“Here. Change into this,” she said, handing it over.

“The one you’re wearing looks uncomfortable.”

When she hugged Su Wanqing earlier, she had noticed the fabric felt stiff and scratchy, definitely not something from any good brand.

Su Wanqing took the offered clothes and glanced at them.

It was a soft, loose-fitting pajama set —one size too big for her.

Clearly Chu Muqing’s.

“Why aren’t you changing?”
Chu Muqing asked, puzzled.

“Is it too big?”
She frowned slightly, muttering to herself,
“Sleepwear should be fine… Tomorrow, I’ll have my assistant get a few sets tailored to your size.”

They had been living together for a few days now.
They even hugged to sleep every night.
But… they hadn’t actually done anything beyond that.

Even so — Su Wanqing had always kept her clothes on.

Now, changing clothes directly in front of Chu Muqing —
it made her feel… shy.

Wasn’t that basically letting her see everything?

Su Wanqing gripped the edge of the pajama top, her fingers twisting the fabric nervously.
Her eyes darted around, her expression shifting rapidly — until finally, a faint blush crept across her cheeks.

Seeing that, Chu Muqing immediately understood.

Still half-kneeling on the bed, she leaned closer, tugging playfully at the corner of the sleepwear, and teased:

“So… my wife is shy?”

Su Wanqing stayed silent.

Wasn’t it obvious?
Did she even need to ask?

“We’re both girls.
What’s there to be shy about?”

“But… but it’s not the same…”
Su Wanqing whispered, her voice barely audible.

Chu Muqing chuckled and gently placed the pajamas onto Su Wanqing’s knees.
“I’ll turn around.
You can call me when you’re done.”

And true to her word, Chu Muqing turned her back.

Su Wanqing moved quickly, stripping off her old clothes and slipping into the new pajamas in just a few seconds.

“Alright,” she called softly.

Chu Muqing turned back around — and her eyes lit up.

The navy blue pajama top was designed like a half-buttoned shirt, with a loose row of decorative buttons down the front.
The size was obviously too big for Su Wanqing — the collar sagged so low it nearly exposed more than it should, and the hemline brushed precariously high on her thighs.

It was… almost comically exaggerated.

Realizing how revealing it looked, Su Wanqing quickly yanked the blanket up and curled into it, leaving only her blushing face peeking out.

Chu Muqing couldn’t help but laugh.
She reached out and pulled her into a light hug — blanket and all.

“Scared I’ll see?” she teased.

“N-not exactly…”
Su Wanqing mumbled, her voice muffled against the blanket.

It wasn’t fear — just… pure embarrassment.

“You think I’ll find you too delicate or something?”
Chu Muqing asked, her voice amused but tender.

“No.
I just… thought maybe you’d think I’m too fussy,” Su Wanqing said honestly.

“I don’t.”
Chu Muqing smiled warmly.
“I think you’re adorable.”

“Where exactly am I adorable?”
Su Wanqing grumbled.

She truly didn’t get it.
She was awkward, slow to react, constantly second-guessing herself —
what part of that counted as cute?

Before Chu Muqing could answer, Su Wanqing suddenly remembered something.
“Ah — I almost forgot!”

She wriggled out from under the blanket, grabbed her tablet from the bedside, and flipped to the page she had been working on earlier.

“Here,” she said, handing it over shyly.
“Just some random sketches from earlier.
They’re not that great — I was doodling.”

Chu Muqing took the tablet.

In the business world, she was an unstoppable force —
but when it came to fashion design, she was a complete novice.

If you asked her to draw, the only competition she could probably win was against Picasso — and that would only be in abstract chaos.

Yet even without professional knowledge, she could see: Su Wanqing’s designs were beautiful.

The hand-drawn sketches had a clean, flowing feel.
There were gowns, shirts, even playful sock designs — a whole spectrum of creativity spread across the pages.

The lines were alive — light and effortless — yet somehow condensed into the shape of clothing with precision.

In Chu Muqing’s eyes, it was pure magic.

“My wife is amazing,” Chu Muqing said warmly.

When it came to Su Wanqing, Chu Muqing was never stingy with praise.
Every compliment she gave was pure and genuine — never half-hearted.

But Su Wanqing knew better.

Those casual sketches she’d just shown were full of small mistakes, with rough lines and flaws everywhere.
If Ji Yu saw them, she would definitely roast her without mercy — Su Wanqing could already picture the expression on her face.

“Boss, this is what you call ‘I’m no good’?”

“If you’re so good, why give me this junk?”

Ji Yu would probably want to fire her on the spot.

“It’s not amazing,” Su Wanqing mumbled, quickly pulling back her tablet and locking the screen.

“Time to sleep,” she added, trying to end the topic.

A few simple words, and she almost got sweet-talked into turning into a puddle.

Chu Muqing pulled the covers over herself too, lying down beside her.

She thought about pulling Su Wanqing into her arms —
but after a second’s hesitation, she decided against it.
It would only torture herself more.

A few days ago, she had even gone to consult Cheng Zhuo, asking if there was any way to move up their check-up date.

Cheng Zhuo had laughed at her for half an hour before finally relenting —
he moved the appointment up by one week.

Conveniently, it would be around the time of Lu Qinghe’s prenatal check-up, so he could deal with both at once.
One extra shift — he’d survive.

Su Wanqing lay there quietly for a while.

There was a clear gap between her and Chu Muqing.

Usually, Su Wanqing needed a plush toy to sleep —
but yesterday, she had fallen asleep hugging Chu Muqing.

Tonight, she hadn’t picked out any of her stuffed animals, thinking Chu Muqing would naturally cuddle her again.

But after lying there for a while… Chu Muqing still hadn’t moved.

Su Wanqing didn’t exactly feel disappointed —
but she wasn’t sleepy either.

Listening carefully to Chu Muqing’s even breathing, she waited.
When she was sure Chu Muqing was asleep, she silently began inching toward the edge of the bed, trying to select the softest “soldier” from her row of plushies in the dark.

Before her fingers could reach, Chu Muqing’s hand shot out and grabbed her, pulling her firmly back.

“Not sleeping?” Chu Muqing murmured.

“I can’t fall asleep without hugging something,” Su Wanqing admitted, a little embarrassed.

It was a bad habit she couldn’t shake, no matter how much she wanted to.

“Hug me, then,” Chu Muqing said simply.

“Okay.”

If the choice was letting Su Wanqing cuddle a toy or herself —
Chu Muqing would rather suffer a little.

Su Wanqing cautiously wrapped her arms around Chu Muqing’s waist, tugging her a little closer to get comfortable.

Chu Muqing was deceptively slim —
but to the touch, she was firm, full of strength under that delicate frame.

“Behave,” Chu Muqing warned softly,
“Don’t let your hands wander.”

“I know,” Su Wanqing promised.

After settling in, she quickly drifted off into sleep.
Apparently, the “living plushie” method was incredibly effective.

Chu Muqing exhaled slowly and released a faint trace of her pheromones, surrounding Su Wanqing in a light, calming scent to help her sleep even deeper.

As for herself —
Chu Muqing didn’t fall asleep until much later.

Even so, her biological clock still woke her up on time.

Meanwhile, under the soothing influence of Chu Muqing’s pheromones, Su Wanqing slept deeply and peacefully —
but not too late.

When she finally stirred, she murmured groggily,
“Time for work…”

“Mm,” Chu Muqing responded.

They both got up and washed up, dressing quickly and neatly.

Standing in front of the mirror, Chu Muqing skillfully tied her necktie.
“Let’s grab some breakfast downstairs first,” she suggested.

Su Wanqing pulled on her jacket.
“Where should we go?”

“Yipin Porridge,” Chu Muqing answered casually.

Just before stepping out, Chu Muqing paused at the door.

“Morning kiss,” she said expectantly.

Su Wanqing chuckled softly, walked over, held Chu Muqing’s shoulders, and planted a quick kiss on her lips.

“Alright, alright, let’s go — I’m starving.”

Chu Muqing ruffled her hair gently, smiling.

“Let’s go.”

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