After Transmigrating into a Scummy Alpha, I Became a Tool Person - Chapter 7

When the car pulled up in front of the villa, Xie Yinian parked and turned to glance at Xia Qiqi, who was fast asleep in the passenger seat.

She unbuckled her own seatbelt, got out, and walked around to the other side. Gently, she undid Xia Qiqi’s seatbelt.

Placing one hand carefully behind Xia Qiqi’s head, Xie Yinian bent down, slipped her other arm beneath her knees, and cautiously lifted her out of the car.

To her surprise, Xia Qiqi was lighter than expected—effortlessly so.

Xie Yinian couldn’t help but marvel again at an Alpha’s natural strength.

Cradling Xia Qiqi in her arms, she stepped into the villa. The butler, upon seeing the lady of the house carrying Miss Xia wrapped in a coat, blinked in brief astonishment at the sight of a full-on princess carry.

“She fell asleep. The car’s still parked outside—please have it driven into the garage,” Xie Yinian instructed calmly.

The butler nodded. “Yes, Madam.” With that, he turned and went out.

Xie Yinian carried Xia Qiqi upstairs. Reaching her bedroom door, she hesitated a moment. Looking down at the sleeping woman in her arms, she shifted her grip to keep her steady, then reached out carefully with one hand, curling her fingers to hook the door handle.

A soft click sounded as the door opened a crack.

The movement nearly caused Xia Qiqi to slip, and Xie Yinian quickly tightened her hold, nudging the door open with her knee and stepping sideways into the room.

After settling Xia Qiqi gently on the bed, she straightened, stretching her shoulders a bit. Just as she was about to leave, Xia Qiqi’s eyes suddenly opened.

She turned her head toward Xie Yinian, her voice low and slightly hoarse. “Where are you going?” Her gaze was shadowed and unreadable.

Xie Yinian blinked. “Back to my room, of course?” she replied, puzzled. It was late—where else could she possibly be going? Why would Xia Qiqi ask that?

Xia Qiqi merely murmured an “Oh,” then rolled over, turning her back to her.

Xie Yinian scratched her head, confused. “I’m heading back, then.”

“Mm.” Xia Qiqi’s voice was faint, her eyes already closed again.

Xie Yinian looked at her back for a moment before quietly closing the door behind her.

In the dim room, Xia Qiqi clutched at the coat Xie Yinian had forgotten to take. The fabric twisted tightly in her grip. Her skin grew damp with sweat, beads of it sliding down from her forehead.

Her cheeks burned hot. The sharp scent of mint unfurled from the back of her neck, filling the entire room.

Burying her face in Xie Yinian’s coat, she inhaled that faint, milky fragrance and whispered softly, “Xie Yinian.”

The next morning, Xia Qiqi went to work, while Xie Yinian stayed home watching TV.

The drama playing onscreen was a melodramatic mess: the heroine fell into the water, the second male lead saved her, and after losing her memory, she mistook the male lead for her savior and vowed to win his heart.

Watching, Xie Yinian scowled. “What’s wrong with the second male lead? He’s so much warmer! Why does she have to fall for that deadpan, useless male lead?”

Aunt Jiang, sitting beside her, chuckled. “That’s just how dramas always go.”

“In real life, someone like that male lead would’ve been punched eight hundred times by now,” Xie Yinian grumbled.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” said Aunt Jiang, standing up.

Xie Yinian nodded and casually picked a grape from the fruit bowl, popping it into her mouth.

A moment later, Aunt Jiang returned carrying a package. “Madam, your delivery.”

“Thanks,” Xie Yinian said, taking it from her.

“You’re welcome.” Aunt Jiang smiled, then glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost noon—Miss Xia would be home soon. She headed back to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Sitting on the sofa, Xie Yinian opened the package. Inside was a brand-new drawing tablet, stylus, and charger.

She picked up the pen, tested the grip—it felt good—then brought the tablet upstairs to connect it to her computer and try it out.

At the company, Xia Qiqi sat in her office, reviewing documents on her computer.

A knock came at the door.

“Come in,” she said evenly.

An employee entered, holding a folder carefully in both hands. “President Xia, please sign here.”

Xia Qiqi acknowledged softly and took the file. As she did, a pungent scent hit her nose, causing her brow to crease ever so slightly.

She picked up her pen and signed quickly, then returned the document.

The employee accepted it with a polite bow and left the office.

Only then did Xia Qiqi feel her discomfort fade. She had a secret—she couldn’t stand the scent of other Alphas. For reasons she couldn’t explain, though, Xie Yinian’s scent didn’t bother her at all.

Glancing at the clock in the corner of her screen, she waited until the hour struck, then shut down her computer, grabbed her keys and bag, and left the office on the dot.

Her driver was already waiting outside. Seeing her, he honked lightly. Xia Qiqi spotted the car and walked over.

Once seated, she leaned back and closed her eyes as the car started moving.

Ever since breathing in the scent from Xie Yinian’s coat last night, she had found herself even more sensitive to other Alphas’ pheromones. Thankfully, her driver was a Beta and carried none.

That milk scent—what exactly was it? Was it Xie Yinian’s pheromone? Or just perfume?

She pondered the question, lost in thought.

But something else had been puzzling her for a while now: why was it that Xie Yinian could sense her pheromones when no one else seemed to notice them at all?

And Xie Yinian, an Alpha, had smelled an Omega’s heat but kept her composure—didn’t even so much as flinch. Steady as a mountain. Could it be she had some kind of dysfunction?

Of course, the fact that Xie Yinian hadn’t crossed any lines was for the best. If she ever dared to, Xia Qiqi wouldn’t hesitate to call the police and have her thrown behind bars.

With that thought, Xia Qiqi closed her eyes again, resting quietly as the car drove on.

Half an hour later, they reached the villa. She got out and went inside.

The living room was empty. Setting her bag down, she turned on the air purifier—she didn’t want Xie Yinian catching even a trace of her scent.

Aunt Jiang emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray of ingredients. Seeing her, she greeted warmly, “Miss Xia, you’re home?”

Xia Qiqi nodded and glanced around. “Where’s Xie Yinian?”

“She’s upstairs, in her room.”

“Mm.” Xia Qiqi took a seat on the sofa, picked up a magazine, and began flipping through it absentmindedly.

She already knew everything about Xie Yinian’s background: lazy, unmotivated, addicted to gaming, prone to mood swings—sometimes friendly, sometimes flipping without warning. Everyone who had lived with her had eventually been driven away by her temper.

When she chose Xie Yinian for a fake marriage, it had been a spur-of-the-moment decision. But after living together, she was surprised to find Xie Yinian wasn’t arrogant or aloof as she’d imagined.

She was, in fact, a little silly, bright and lively, and—unexpectedly—gentle and considerate.

Xia Qiqi glanced toward the staircase, wondering what she was doing upstairs.

Just then, Aunt Jiang came out carrying a plate. “I’ll go call Madam down for dinner.”

“No need,” Xia Qiqi said quietly. “I’ll call her.”

Aunt Jiang nodded and went back to her work.

Author’s Note:

Old Xia Qiqi: No way!

New Xia Qiqi: More~ please!