After Transmigrating into a Scummy Alpha, I Became a Tool Person - Chapter 6

Xie Yinian peeled another shrimp and placed it into Xia Qiqi’s bowl. Xia Qiqi obediently ate it.

Xie Yinian seemed quite taken with this act of feeding her. She peeled one shrimp after another, unable to stop—because Xia Qiqi, when eating, looked so docile and adorably well-behaved.

Seeing that Xie Yinian was still reaching for more shrimp, Xia Qiqi quickly said, “That’s enough, I can’t eat anymore.”

Xie Yinian paused, glancing up at her. “Already full?”

That fast? she thought. Her stomach’s way too small.

In truth, it wasn’t about appetite. Because of her uncontrolled heat episodes, Xia Qiqi was feeling weak and dizzy. Food tasted bland, and even a few bites of porridge made her nauseous. She pushed the spoon around in her bowl before finally deciding that she really would have to go to the hospital tomorrow.

Xie Yinian placed the shrimp she’d peeled into her own bowl, eating one piece after another before trying other dishes.

“Mmm, so good. Aunt Jiang’s cooking is amazing,” she said with a chicken drumstick in hand, chewing happily.

In the kitchen, Aunt Jiang was washing the frying pan. Hearing the compliment, she smiled to herself. It seems tonight’s dishes suited Madam’s taste. Maybe next time I’ll try a new recipe—they might like that too.

As Xie Yinian ate, she noticed Xia Qiqi sitting motionless across from her, barely touching her food. “You’re not eating?” she asked.

“No appetite,” Xia Qiqi murmured.

“Are you sick?”

“Mm.”

“Want to get checked out?”

Xia Qiqi pressed her temples. “Tomorrow. It’s too late now.”

“Let’s go tonight. I’ll go with you,” Xie Yinian said.

Xia Qiqi blinked in surprise. “You’ll go with me?”

Xie Yinian nodded firmly.

“Forget it.”

“No,” Xie Yinian interrupted, tone serious. “You shouldn’t drag out an illness. Who knows if it’ll get worse by tomorrow? Better to go now.”

Xia Qiqi hesitated, then pressed her lips together and nodded.

“Then let’s not waste time,” said Xie Yinian, getting up. “We’ll go now.”

They left the villa and headed to the garage. Since Xia Qiqi wasn’t feeling well, Xie Yinian took the wheel.

Once they drove out of the mountain area and into the brightly lit city, the car finally stopped at the Central People’s Hospital.

Xie Yinian got out first. Xia Qiqi followed, but the motion of the car had only made her dizziness and nausea worse. She clutched her stomach, frowning, feeling like she might throw up.

Xie Yinian turned around and saw her pale face. “What’s wrong?” she asked, walking over.

“Car sick,” Xia Qiqi said softly.

After a brief thought, Xie Yinian pulled a plum candy from her pocket and handed it to her. “Here. It might help.”

Xia Qiqi unwrapped the candy and put it in her mouth. The sour tang quickly diluted the bile rising in her throat, easing her nausea.

With the candy’s taste lingering, her stomach gradually settled.

The hospital was bustling even at night. People came and went in steady streams. Worried they might get separated, Xie Yinian reached for Xia Qiqi’s hand. “Come on,” she said, leading her forward.

Xia Qiqi let her, her ears quietly turning red.

After Xie Yinian registered her at the counter, they waited outside the consultation room.

“Next, Xia Qiqi,” called the doctor.

Xia Qiqi stood and went in while Xie Yinian stayed outside, waiting. When Xia Qiqi finally emerged, she was holding a slip of paper.

“Let’s go to the examination room,” Xia Qiqi said.

Xie Yinian nodded and followed.

Once the check-up was done, they waited together for the results.

When the doctor came out holding the report, his brows were furrowed. “Miss, because you’ve been relying too heavily on inhibitors to suppress your heat, the side effects have started damaging your body. Your condition is unstable—premature heat cycles, pheromone irregularities, none of it’s serious yet, but it will worsen if this continues. I’ll prescribe some medication for now, but you really should cut back on inhibitors whenever possible.”

“I understand,” Xia Qiqi replied calmly.

The doctor glanced at Xie Yinian. “And you—are you her partner?”

“Yes,” Xia Qiqi said.

The doctor frowned slightly, his tone mildly reproachful. “Then you should be taking better care of her. Some proper exercise and physical balance are healthier than relying on inhibitors all the time.”

Xie Yinian laughed awkwardly. “You’re right. I’ve been too busy lately, but I’ll make it up to her.”

The doctor nodded, handed over the report, and left with his hands in his coat pockets.

“Let’s go,” Xia Qiqi said, tucking the paper away.

“Alright.”

As they walked to the pharmacy, Xie Yinian couldn’t help recalling how the doctor had emphasized exercise. She thought she saw a faint blush on Xia Qiqi’s face—was she embarrassed?

She sneaked a look. Probably my imagination. Someone as cool as her wouldn’t blush over that, right?

At the parking lot, Xie Yinian opened the passenger door for her. Xia Qiqi got in, buckled her seatbelt, and Xie Yinian circled around to the driver’s seat.

Once the key turned in the ignition, the car hummed to life.

They drove in silence for a while. Then Xie Yinian turned on the stereo, and a soft English song filled the car.

As the melody rose into the chorus, she couldn’t resist humming along, her low, magnetic voice melting into the music.

Xia Qiqi leaned against the window, eyes closed, listening. That voice, deep, steady, and beautiful—wrapped in the faint scent of mint that always clung to Xie Yinian.

When Xie Yinian glanced over during a red light, she noticed that Xia Qiqi had fallen asleep. Quietly, she slipped off her jacket and draped it over her.

Under the muted glow of the dashboard lights, Xie Yinian rested an arm on the seat and looked down at her sleeping face.

Then Xia Qiqi stirred, changing position—and when her eyes opened, they met Xie Yinian’s. Both froze.

Xie Yinian was the first to react, quickly straightening up, her face flushing hot.

Feeling Xia Qiqi’s gaze linger on her, she stammered, “I—I was just worried you’d catch a cold, so I covered you with my jacket. Hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s fine,” Xia Qiqi replied quietly, her voice soft. She clutched the jacket closer and buried her face in it. It carried the faint scent of milk—warm and comforting.

Breathing it in, Xia Qiqi felt her tension ebb away. Soon, lulled by the warmth and the fragrance, she drifted back into sleep.