After the Scummy Alpha Marked the Crazy Beautiful Heroine - Chapter 65

Jiuyao still remembered that a year ago, when Shi Nian took her to meet Bai Zhi, Bai Zhi was drinking at her private club, surrounded by a cloud of bodyguards.

The moment Bai Zhi saw her, it was as if she was facing some world-destroying Big Boss.

Jiuyao often wondered—could someone like her even be called a “Scummy Alpha”? Compared to people like Mo Tian or Bai Zhi, she barely measured up.

At most, she was a pampered little canary living off others.

Sure enough, the first thing Bai Zhi asked when she looked up and saw Jiuyao was: “So you’re that little canary of Chi Yang’s?”

It didn’t surprise Jiuyao that Bai Zhi knew about her and Chi Yang—after all, the Haishi business world was far-reaching, and the big capitalists even had politicians under their control. Jiuyao knew Bai Zhi’s Alpha mother was a high-ranking military and political official.

It was probably for the best that she hadn’t become someone like Bai Zhi. If she had transmigrated into Mo Tian or Bai Zhi, her fate would likely have ended up like Chi Qing’s.

After all, all of them had strong moral compasses and wouldn’t sacrifice their own beliefs or reasoning for a mission.

Back then, in order to survive, she had to play Chi Yang’s little canary. Somehow, that had become the only way for them to form a connection.

Bai Zhi’s second question was: “You’re an Alpha?”

Jiuyao nodded, and Bai Zhi’s disbelief deepened.

“Chi Yang actually likes playing with Alphas,” Bai Zhi said, her playful interest in Jiuyao suddenly intensifying. “Do you know I’m Enigma?”

“I know,” Jiuyao replied. Bai Zhi then said, “Follow me. Whatever Chi Yang can give you, I can give you double.”

Having just been kicked out of the cage by her former benefactor, Jiuyao was already in a foul mood. Seeing these capitalists made her even more irritated—especially since this big capitalist was practically begging to support her.

It disgusted her.

She turned to leave, but Shi Nian grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back.

Later, she didn’t know why, but normally composed Jiuyao ended up swearing at Bai Zhi in front of all those people. She didn’t even fully remember what she had said.

All she could recall was Bai Zhi’s face darkening, cold as a winter icehouse, restraining herself from throwing the contract at Jiuyao. She had to use all her strength to “engrave” her name with a pen on the last page.

These women at the top of the food chain really did think differently. Jiuyao suspected Bai Zhi had a slight masochistic streak.

Still, Bai Zhi didn’t stop tormenting her afterward.

But as the top star of Xingchong and with Bai Nian always favoring her and listening to her, Bai Zhi couldn’t do much—at most, she could vent her frustration verbally.

Except during Jiuyao’s susceptibility period a year ago.

The next day, after waking up, Jiuyao injected a suppressor and dressed the wound as usual before heading to the hospital to see Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi was still lively, being attended to by three assistants. Except for her broken arm, which couldn’t move, all her other limbs seemed to have a mind of their own.

She was doing yoga.

After completing one pose, an assistant would immediately help her into another.

Jiuyao couldn’t understand how Bai Zhi could be so cheerful after having an arm broken—as if she was secretly hoping her little sister would come back to beat her again.

Masochism: 100%.

When Jiuyao approached, one assistant gently repositioned Bai Zhi’s three limbs, while the others all stepped back.

Leaning against the headboard, Bai Zhi scanned Jiuyao with a glance and asked, “Thought you weren’t coming.”

“When would I have gone back to film that variety show?” Jiuyao sat down in a chair nearby, expressionless.

“When you feel like stirring up a CP with Su Yin.”

“That’s kind of boring,” Jiuyao shrugged. “If I don’t go back, she can just pretend to form a CP with the air, right?”

Bai Zhi rolled her eyes. “That’s still better than you going back and hooking up with some Alpha. Don’t you know the market’s still AO-centric?”

Jiuyao looked unconcerned. “Doesn’t matter. My acting’s solid—people beg me to be in their projects anyway.”

“You really think you’re a treasure, don’t you?” Bai Zhi snorted lightly. “Before you go back, why don’t you check on Bai Nian? That little girl keeps calling her ‘Mom,’ it’s driving me nuts. Maybe I should just toss her to Minghe and have Chi Yang take care of her for a few days.”

“You really like babysitting other people’s kids.”

Bai Zhi raised an eyebrow. “I also like babysitting other people’s wives. Mind your own business.”

Jiuyao: “……”

“Not now,” Jiuyao said, touching the bandage on the back of her neck. “Next time.”

Her pheromones were extremely unstable now—meeting people was not a good idea.

Bai Zhi glanced at the back of Jiuyao’s neck. “Your susceptibility period isn’t until April, right?”

Seeing Jiuyao remain silent, a smile slowly crept into Bai Zhi’s eyes. “Oh? Did meeting Chi Yang trigger it early?”

“Then how do you plan to get through it? You can’t do it on a variety show.” Bai Zhi squinted, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “I could find someone for you.”

“I’ll take suppressors,” Jiuyao said coldly.

Bai Zhi, slightly annoyed by the interruption, continued: “Come on, I could find you an Omega, delicate and fragrant, ready to serve you. If you prefer strawberry scent, I could even find one with strawberry-scented pheromones.”

Jiuyao looked up, eyes cold, staring at Bai Zhi. “Didn’t you learn your lesson last time?”

Her first susceptibility period after leaving Chi Yang had been explosive. Though there had been countless signs—restlessness, pheromones overflowing, mood swings, even binge eating—she hadn’t taken it seriously.

She didn’t even know the symptoms of a susceptibility period.

So, when negotiating with Bai Zhi, her susceptibility period erupted right in front of her.

Bai Zhi had wanted to mark her, considering it a “reward,” in her own twisted way.

But susceptible Jiuyao was extremely resistant to anyone approaching, even more so to someone of her own kind invading her territory, and she had kicked Bai Zhi right out of the room.

Only then did Bai Zhi realize that Pei Jiuyao had evolved into a full on “tyrant.”

Pei Jiuyao had never fully marked Chi Yang, and since she despised having “same type” scents invade her space, Bai Zhi had taken it upon herself to find a few Omegas for Pei Jiuyao.

She never expected that, during her susceptibility period, Pei Jiuyao would be provoked by those Omegas’ pheromones. Not only had she smashed Bai Zhi’s entire office, but her furious pheromones almost scared the poor little Omegas to death on the spot.

“If you ever bring me another Omega again.”

Pei Jiuyao paused, and Bai Zhi raised a brow. “What? Planning to murder me now?”

“I’ll tell your sister that once you’re discharged, she’s going to break your other arm too.”

“Pei Jiuyao, how are you this heartless!” Bai Zhi used her injured arm to shield her good one. “Leave me at least one arm to work with!”

“I’m going back to the variety show in a couple of days,” Pei Jiuyao said.

Bai Zhi ground her teeth. “Then hurry up and get out. Every extra day I see you reduces my life expectancy.”

After returning home, Pei Jiuyao injected another dose of suppressant.

Her pheromones were usually stable, and suppressants worked reasonably well on her. Though they couldn’t soothe her as effectively as marking Chi Yang would, at least they made things bearable.

That was how she’d survived the last two susceptibility periods.

But this time, something was off.

After the injection, she lay down, yet the restlessness in her chest only grew sharper.

Her nape gland burned like fire, pheromones spilling into the room until the air felt saturated.

Forcing herself upright, Pei Jiuyao walked to the dressing room and pulled open a closet door.

Inside were rows of identical red dresses. She gathered them all into her arms, then pulled out a half man tall plush toy from the corner, tossing everything onto her bed in a messy ring.

After that, she rummaged through a drawer, took out a box of Valentine’s Day limited edition strawberry molten chocolates, unwrapped one, and placed it in her mouth.

Then she lay back down.

The suppressant contained mild sedatives, so she drifted off quickly.

When she woke, the room was dark. For a moment, as her eyes opened, she didn’t even know where she was.

She hugged the plush toy close, unwrapped another chocolate, but still felt awful.

Maybe she really had inhaled Chi Yang’s pheromones without realizing it.

Thank goodness Chi Yang wasn’t here—otherwise she’d definitely lose control.

Bai Zhi had meant to torment her, but in the end, she’d accidentally saved her. If this had happened during the variety show, Pei Jiuyao wouldn’t even know what to do.

After holding the plush toy for a while, Pei Jiuyao drank some nutrient solution and saline she’d prepared in advance.

The heat inside her eased under the cool liquid—only to rise again a moment later.

Within minutes, she felt herself slipping again. She reached back for the suppressants, but her fingers were weak; the bottle slipped and shattered on the floor.

She let out a muffled sound, rolled over with effort, and reached for the bottle—only to touch shards of glass. A sharp pain shot through her finger, piercingly clear.

Her mind cleared—barely.

Pei Jiuyao raised her hand, but her vision blurred again. Blood slid down, a warm drop falling onto her eyelid, making her shut her eyes.

She brought the fingertip to her lips and gave it a small, instinctive lick.

The scent of pheromones was overwhelming.

She tried to sit up, to get more medication—when she heard the sound of a door opening and closing.

Pei Jiuyao froze, lying face down among her plush toy and the circle of clothing forming a makeshift nest.

“Wen jie? Is that you?” she rasped.

No one replied. After a long moment, footsteps sounded outside.

She had no idea how much time passed before someone pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Pei Jiuyao could barely see; she felt like she had regressed into something primal—an animal driven purely by instinct.

She could only rely on scent to sense others, her entire mind reduced to base impulses.

And when a human regresses to that primitive state, their thoughts become malleable—easily swayed by whoever stands before them.

Whatever is given to them, they believe. They have no sense of self.

Just like now.

Hypervigilant, she instantly recoiled when the person sat at the edge of her bed.

She heard a soft sigh. “How did you cut your finger?”

Pei Jiuyao tried to pull her hand back, but then she caught a trace of pheromones.

Not her own.

Strawberry scented pheromones.

She immediately forgot to withdraw, even leaned closer, whispering, “Chi Yang?”

“Chi Yang, is that you?”

A soft “mm” answered her, and through the haze blurring her vision, Pei Jiuyao saw Chi Yang’s face.

And so, she believed completely.

In an instant, all her defenses fell away.

Whether Chi Yang was still pursuing her or whether they weren’t even together yet—none of that mattered. Those complicated, worldly concerns couldn’t penetrate the tiny animal brain she had shrunk into at this moment.

Chi Yang watched Pei Jiuyao sniffing at her like a little dog, then bit her own fingertip and smeared the blood onto Pei Jiuyao’s lips.

Pei Jiuyao extended her tongue and gently licked it.

So obedient and as always, needing her.

Chi Yang realized that Pei Jiuyao might love her far more deeply than she had ever imagined.

Which meant her own distrust—her paranoid belief that Pei Jiuyao would one day leave her—really was groundless.

And yet she still couldn’t help doubting, especially when those “random” women were always hovering around Pei Jiuyao, coveting her.

Whenever she thought of that, Chi Yang just wanted to keep Pei Jiuyao tethered to her side, never letting her go.

Lock her away in a golden cage of her own making, or carve her name into Pei Jiuyao’s skin.

No.

She repeated silently to herself: You can have possessiveness, but you can’t tie her up.

Otherwise, Pei Jiuyao would get angry.

Then what should she do? Unless, she let Pei Jiuyao be the one to tie her up?

Pei Jiuyao had already pushed herself upright. She buried her face into Chi Yang’s shoulder, rubbing the tip of her nose against Chi Yang’s neck, breathing in the scent of her glands, then finally flicking her tongue out to taste her.

So soft. So sweet.

Completely different from any doll.

Wrapped in Chi Yang’s soothing pheromones, the restlessness in Pei Jiuyao’s body finally settled into calm.

She held Chi Yang with fragile care, curling her whole body around her, soaking in her warmth and presence.

Her fingers pinched gently along the line of Chi Yang’s neck. In a low, spoiled murmur, she whispered, “Xiao Li, I want to mark you.”

A surge of overwhelming dependence made the fine hairs on Chi Yang’s skin stand on end—so satisfying it bordered on unbearable.

Clearly it was Pei Jiuyao’s susceptibility period, yet Chi Yang felt like her own heart was thunderstorming out of control.

Was it because she hadn’t taken her suppressant lately? Ever since Pei Jiuyao caught her once, she didn’t dare take the medication during filming. And the pills dulled her reactions—she didn’t want Pei Jiuyao to notice something was off.

Pei Jiuyao was right. If she let her possessiveness continue to evolve unchecked, the things she might eventually do would be entirely unpredictable.

If Pei Jiuyao was ever forced to leave her—or leave this world—Chi Yang wouldn’t just destroy Pei Jiuyao; she would destroy herself as well.

Would she ever leave, though?

A world without Pei Jiuyao held no meaning at all.

So, what if she was obsessive? So, what if she was pathological? Without this woman in front of her, she couldn’t exist anyway.

Pei Jiuyao would never be able to change her.

Since that was the case, Chi Yang decided she might as well coax her a little, restrain herself a little, deceive her a little.

Her mind was still spiraling when Pei Jiuyao nuzzled against her neck again, voice sticky-soft. “I want to mark you.”

As she spoke, Pei Jiuyao gently bit the small red mole behind Chi Yang’s ear.

“Mm.”

Chi Yang winced slightly, frowning at the sting. She lowered her head and kissed Pei Jiuyao, her voice soft. “Then, do you like me?”

“Of course I like you,” Pei Jiuyao answered.

Chi Yang paused, then asked quietly, “And, do you love me?”

“Love you to death,” Pei Jiuyao grumbled, arms tightening around her waist. “Hurry up and let me mark you.”

“Then, would you let me completely possess you?”

“You can take me right now.” Pei Jiuyao mumbled, kissing along Chi Yang’s jaw.

Chi Yang let out a low sound, her ears flushed deep red, the corners of her eyes misted. She squeezed Pei Jiuyao’s gland and pressed gently, asking, “Then would you let me lock you up?”

Pei Jiuyao nodded frantically. “Lock me up forever.”

Chi Yang: “…”

“Just the two of us. Lock me away for a lifetime, okay?” Pei Jiuyao pleaded, arms looped around her.

Chi Yang knew that in this state, Pei Jiuyao would agree to anything she asked.

She let out a soft, breathy hum. Even though her body was already burning, her eyes shimmering, her limbs softening.

She still forced herself to stand, picked up a disposable injector from the side, and pressed it into Pei Jiuyao’s gland.

“You should sober up a little first.”