After Transmigrating into a Scummy Alpha, I Marked the Cold Film Empress - Chapter 1

◎ Transmigration ◎

It was late at night. The world lay silent under a silver moon.

Pale moonlight spilled through towering floor-to-ceiling windows, scattering soft reflections across the marble floor. In a secluded room deep within an old mansion nestled in the heart of the bustling city, faint, stifled sobs could be heard.

“Mm…”

The enclosed space was filled with the faint, cool scent of honeysuckle—clean and crisp, like morning dew clinging to leaves, like a single blossom refusing to wilt in the heart of winter.

Song Qingxu’s slender fingers repeatedly clenched and loosened, wrinkling the silk sheets beneath her. Her breath grew increasingly heated, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Tilting her head, she could clearly see the swollen gland at the back of her neck, flushed red.

Her susceptibility phase had arrived—days earlier than expected. And because she rarely stayed here, there were no suppressants prepared in this room.

She could call the housekeeper to bring them, of course. But doing so would inevitably raise suspicions about her relationship with Yuan Lai. No Omega, while in the presence of their Alpha partner, would choose to use a suppressant instead of relying on their mate’s comfort.

Just as she braced herself to endure it alone, the locked door began to slowly creak open.

Who’s there?!

Song Qingxu’s mind exploded with panic.

No! Don’t come in…

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Yuan Lai opened her eyes to find herself in an unfamiliar room.

Where am I?

She looked around—marble floors, panoramic windows, soaring ceilings. The luxurious surroundings screamed wealth and elegance.

Yet everything felt strangely familiar, though she was sure she’d never been here before.

Drawn by instinct, she walked upstairs and stopped before a particular bedroom door.

“This one feels like… mine?” The thought popped into her mind without warning.

As she reached out, her fingers naturally gripped the doorknob.

Click.

The biometric lock clicked open with her fingerprint.

So it is my room, she thought, unbothered, and pushed open the door.

The soundproofing was too good. Yuan Lai had no idea someone was inside. As the door cracked open, a burst of ragged breathing slipped through the gap.

She froze on the spot, unsure what to do.

Almost instantly, a delicate fragrance of honeysuckle enveloped her senses. Within seconds, a wave of heat stirred deep in her body.

“Yuan… Yuan Lai?”

The voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but unmistakably clear. That voice called her name so gently, so melodiously, that Yuan Lai suddenly thought—

My name’s never sounded this good before.

Like a siren luring a sailor through song, Song Qingxu’s voice tugged at Yuan Lai’s soul, halting her in place.

She took a step forward, drawn by the darkness of the room—mysterious and irresistible.

Click.

The door closed behind her with a final snap.

Bathed in moonlight, Song Qingxu’s flushed face turned toward her, eyes glinting with restrained fury.

“You… you came in now just to laugh at me?” she hissed, clutching the bedsheet, biting her tongue hard enough to draw pain—trying to stay conscious.

“Get out! Leave!”

But even in anger, her voice carried an unintentional softness. That delicate contrast between her frosty features and tender tone only made her protest sound like reluctant invitation.

The closer Yuan Lai got, the stronger the honeysuckle scent became. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply—an intoxicating coolness brushing across her heart, leaving behind an itch she couldn’t ignore.

And then—

A faint citrus scent bloomed from within her, blending with the honeysuckle in the air. The two pheromones entwined, swirling together. Song Qingxu’s body shuddered in response.

Yuan Lai’s citrus scent had come unexpectedly—but it was bold and passionate, filling the room with a bright, sunny heat that mingled naturally with Song Qingxu’s icy fragrance.

To Song Qingxu, it felt like being embraced by warm sunlight after years trapped in snow. Impossible to resist… and unexpectedly comforting.

But she knew better.

Yuan Lai was clearly under the influence of pheromones. And… she reeked faintly of alcohol. She must be mistaking her for someone else.

Song Qingxu’s eyes dimmed. She said coldly, “Do you even know who I am?”

Her voice trembled with disappointment.

Still dazed, Yuan Lai muttered, “You’re…”

Song Qingxu’s tone dropped further: “Look clearly. I’m Song Qingxu!”

“Song Qingxu!”

Yuan Lai’s foggy brain suddenly snapped into clarity.

Wait—that wasn’t just any name.

Isn’t that the frosty actress protagonist from the novel I read last night?

Yuan Lai had stayed up late binge-reading an ABO entertainment-industry novel. The author, for some twisted reason, relentlessly tormented the female lead, Song Qingxu. Despite her achievements as a renowned actress, her personal life was a nightmare—especially because of her so-called “partner.”

That vile, abusive Alpha fiancée who tormented her… had the same name as Yuan Lai.

Late last night, Yuan Lai had thrown her phone down in frustration and furiously commented:

“What garbage is this? Not only does the idiotic villain have my name, but why is she constantly tormenting my favorite Song Qingxu?”

The villain ignored her loyal, beautiful wife and instead chased after trashy women. She insulted, humiliated, and even assaulted her spouse. Total scum.

The author, clearly lurking in the comment section, replied with three chilling words:

“Transmigration Warning Issued.”

And the next thing Yuan Lai knew, her world went black.

And now here she was.

Inside the book. As the detestable villain Alpha with her exact name.

She remembered it all clearly. The original story was set in the entertainment industry. Song Qingxu, the Omega heroine, had entered the scene after a family downfall and fought her way to become the most celebrated actress in the industry.

The villain—Yuan Lai—was her arranged fiancé. Their mothers had agreed on the match long ago, back when they were neighbors. But after Song Qingxu’s family went bankrupt, she vanished from the social scene.

Unexpectedly, she reappeared as a star—and even Yuan Lai’s aloof mother took notice, reaching out to honor the engagement agreement.

Yuan Lai didn’t want to go through with it, but she lacked the courage to disobey her domineering mother. After marrying Song Qingxu, she neglected her, paraded around with other women, and never once stood up for her wife.

She let rumors run wild, ignoring the harm it did to Song Qingxu’s career and reputation.

Now standing before this same woman—Song Qingxu, her former favorite character—Yuan Lai whispered in disbelief:
“Song Qingxu…”

Song Qingxu took a closer look at the person standing by the bed. Perhaps it was the gentleness of the moonlight, but for a moment, Yuan Lai seemed like an entirely different person.