After Transmigrating into a Scumbag Alpha, I Had a Happy Ending with the Heroine - Chapter 10
During a shoot, physical contact was perfectly normal.
Jiang Qing followed the photographer’s instructions, placing her fingers gently on Song Qin Ning’s shoulder.
Her head rested lightly against the back of her hand.
Suddenly, Jiang Qing realized just how close they were.
So close, in fact, that she could clearly hear the quick, controlled rhythm of the other woman’s breathing.
Through the thin layer of fabric, she could feel the subtle tension in Song Qin Ning’s soft, rounded shoulder.
A moment later, Jiang Qing changed her pose, switching to one where her hand rested at her own waist. She stepped half a meter away.
She noticed Song Qin Ning visibly relax. Her movements returned to their usual calm grace.
Jiang Qing raised an invisible question in her mind.
She could tell something was off about Song Qin Ning’s state.
It felt like she couldn’t tolerate being touched.
But in the original novel, the female lead’s aversion to Alpha contact had never affected her professionalism.
She was always a dedicated, reliable Alpha.
Song Qin Ning might be ill.
After the shoot ended, Jiang Qing was about to stop her and ask—just out of politeness and concern—if she was feeling alright.
But Song Qin Ning, in high heels, walked straight through the crowd like she was fleeing from something, hurrying back to her dressing room as if chased by wild beasts.
Jiang Qing’s hand hung awkwardly in the air. She let it fall into a natural motion, brushing her hair back casually.
He Shu approached and saw her tossing her hair around smugly.
“What’s up?” she asked.
Jiang Qing accepted the water cup, looking unbothered.
“It’s just a little warm.”
She took a sip directly from the cup. When she lowered it, a vivid red lipstick mark had been left on the rim.
“You’ll be cool soon enough once we’re home. Go let the makeup artist clean you up, then we’ll head out.”
He Shu even gave her a few words of praise.
“You did really well today.”
The photographer had specifically come over just now to compliment Jiang Qing’s performance.
And by association, He Shu received her share of compliments too. Her face lit up with pride.
After her makeup was removed, Jiang Qing was ready to leave with He Shu.
But before that, she said,
“Sister He Shu, wait for me just a moment.”
“Something up?”
“Yeah. Won’t take long.”
“Alright. The company car will be here in twenty minutes. Keep an eye on the time.”
Jiang Qing turned back and passed by the studio. A few crew members were still dismantling props. She stopped one of them.
“Excuse me, do you know if Song Qin Ning has left yet?”
The staff member thought for a second.
“I don’t think so.”
Jiang Qing walked up to her dressing room door. It was closed tight.
She knocked.
No answer.
She leaned forward, hands braced against the door, pressing her ear to the surface.
It was completely silent inside.
Like no one was there.
After a moment, Jiang Qing knocked again and tried the handle.
Locked.
She probably already left.
Jiang Qing turned around, planning to message her later on WeChat to ask if she was feeling okay.
Inside the room.
Xiao Yu stepped away from the door and tiptoed toward the sofa.
“Ning Ning, she’s gone.”
Song Qin Ning slowly opened her eyes, her face pale and sickly.
Her slender fingers were curled around an empty injector. It was a spent dose of suppressant.
She looked up at Xiao Yu.
“You should go home now. I’m fine. I just want to be alone for a while.”
“I don’t feel good about leaving you like this.” Xiao Yu frowned, clearly worried.
She knew the truth.
She knew Song Qin Ning was an Omega.
And she didn’t dare leave her alone.
In Hua Nation, Omegas are rare and highly valued.
But there are always some ruthless and lawless Alphas who, driven by selfish desires, ignore legal consequences and use disgusting, shameless tactics to violate the Omegas they see as fragile and powerless.
To make things worse, Song Qin Ning was concealing her true identity. She didn’t wear the Omega-specific anti-bite collar. If she were to fall into danger, it would be far more dangerous for her than for the average Omega.
No matter what she said, Xiao Yu refused to leave her alone.
Song Qin Ning knew her assistant was only worried for her. But after just taking a suppressant, she was exhausted and needed some time alone to recover.
She said gently, “I won’t stay here alone for too long. How about this? I’ll send you a message every thirty minutes to let you know I’m okay. Is that alright?”
Xiao Yu pouted. Her firm gaze gradually softened under Qin Ning’s calm and steady eyes.
Inside, Xiao Yu whimpered to herself.
No one ever walks away victorious after making eye contact with Sister Ning. No one.
“Alright,” Xiao Yu gave in. “But please make sure to message me. If I can’t get through to you, I’ll call the police.”
As she left, she kept turning back to look. Even after stepping out of the dressing room, she called out one more time, “Sister Ning, don’t forget to lock the door.”
Song Qin Ning couldn’t help but smile. Her heart warmed as she nodded softly in response.
Once Xiao Yu was gone, she locked the door, walked to the window, and leaned against the glass. She looked down at the street below.
Just in time, she saw Xiao Yu flag down a taxi and drive away.
Withdrawing her gaze, her thoughts drifted back to what had happened during the photo shoot.
During the session, she had picked up a subtle scent of flowers and herbs again.
She had smelled that exact scent once before at a banquet.
This time, she hadn’t taken any beta scent-masking suppressants, so her nose had clearly caught that faint fragrance.
It was sweet and fresh, like fruit that had fully ripened and was ready to be picked.
It was easy to distinguish from the dull, artificial smell of synthetic perfumes.
The scent clearly came from an Alpha. It was the distinct mark of Alpha pheromones.
Normally, Alphas do not release their scent in public.
Even when standing close, an Omega shouldn’t be able to detect it under normal conditions.
But as the shoot progressed, the fragrance didn’t fade. Instead, it grew stronger and stronger, like ivy wrapping around her, pulling at her thoughts and stirring her emotions.
She had to dig her fingernails into her palm, hard, just to stay calm and keep herself from losing control.
Thankfully, she reacted quickly. The moment she realized her heat was starting, she had rushed back to the dressing room just in time.
If it had happened out in public, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Song Qin Ning felt restless and anxious.
Her heat cycle was becoming more and more unpredictable. If it continued like this, it would eventually interfere with her life and her career.
Pressing her fingers to her aching temples, she picked up her phone.
“Hello, Dr. Li? It’s me, Song Qin Ning.”