After Transmigrating Into the Scummy Alpha’s Rebirth Story - Chapter 11

Among Omegas, they couldn’t detect each other’s scent, so Qingqing didn’t notice anything was off with Chaoxi. She was completely absorbed in watching her idol up close, with no attention to spare.

Chaoxi herself hadn’t realized it either.

She kept her head down, standing still in the hallway light streaming from outside, avoiding looking inside.

Peeking at someone felt rude. What if Yuan Xiao noticed? Yesterday, the two of them had just spent their wedding night together, and now here she was, sneaking into the company to spy—it would be mortifying. Even if the original owner of this body was a naive sweetheart, doing something this shamelessly clingy was hard for Chaoxi to process.

She started mentally planning a reason to get Qingqing to leave with her.

Suddenly, Qingqing tugged Chaoxi’s arm hard. Startled, Chaoxi looked up.

“What’s wrong?”

Qingqing pinched Chaoxi’s hand and mouthed: “She’s coming, she’s coming.”

Coming? Who’s coming?

Chaoxi froze for a second, then whipped her head around. The Alpha wasn’t asleep anymore—Yuan Xiao had left her seat, striding out the back door with long legs and heading straight toward them.

Oh no! They’d been caught spying! Could she be any more unlucky? She thought Yuan Xiao was asleep!

Exactly what she feared had happened. Chaoxi: male silent, female tears.jpg

What should she do now? What excuse could cover her embarrassment and save her life? She drew a blank.

Yuan Xiao was almost on them.

And she didn’t look happy at all.

Apparently, this scummy Alpha sister really disliked the original owner. Imagine someone you disliked actively throwing themselves at you—wouldn’t you be annoyed?

Chaoxi pitifully tugged at her handkerchief, internally screaming: Don’t come closer! I’m not here to see you! I’m here for my best friend! This is unfair!

Three steps left.

Two steps.

Chaoxi instinctively took a step back, trying to widen the shrinking gap between herself and Yuan Xiao while fumbling for words.

“Uh, Yuan Xiao, listen.” she started to explain.

But she hadn’t even finished the sentence when she looked up in terror. Qingqing, standing next to her, did the same.

It wasn’t because of anything else—the reason was Yuan Xiao’s face. Her expression was so dark, so serious, that she grabbed Chaoxi by the shoulders and pulled her away from Qingqing.

Then, in a tone that left no room for argument, Yuan Xiao’s voice fell into Chaoxi’s ear.

“Go home.”

Both Chaoxi and Qingqing immediately assumed Yuan Xiao was angry. For Qingqing, who had tried to drag Chaoxi into spying, the instinct to protect her best friend kicked in. She reached out to pull Chaoxi back.

Chaoxi was dumbfounded.

Yuan Xiao was dumbfounded.

Yuan Xiao’s face remained cold, a mixture of emotions stirring within.

Even before she’d stepped out, she’d been wondering why last night’s temporary mark had failed.

Her Omega appeared in public, wearing a collar and scented inhibitor—so why was there a pheromone leak?

Whatever the reason, her top priority now was getting Chaoxi home immediately.

Luckily, among the performers focused on the lesson, only a short Alpha girl sat in the front row. The scent of wild roses wasn’t strong, mixed with a faint hint of red wine pheromones, and it hadn’t spread—no dangerous incidents would occur.

She was anxious!

So, after half a second of hesitation, she snapped back to focus and grabbed Chaoxi firmly, pulling her along.

Qingqing was still clueless.

Hey! What are you doing to my best friend?

Yuan Xiao’s expression was so cold that Qingqing felt as if a one-meter radius around Yuan Xiao was freezing solid. It was intimidating.

Undeterred, Qingqing reached again, trying to drag Chaoxi back.

But Yuan Xiao didn’t give her the chance.

She wrapped her arm around Chaoxi’s shoulders and marched forward, completely ignoring Qingqing.

Qingqing was left behind, frustrated, tempted to squat and draw circles on the ground out of despair.

Defeated!

But Qingqing was Chaoxi’s best, best friend!

A sudden surge of competitiveness flared up. Yuan Xiao was pulling Chaoxi down the corridor; Qingqing followed, but she had just swapped into heels for appearances. Her pace slowed, and by the time they exited Xinle Entertainment Agency, Yuan Xiao had already opened the car door and ushered Chaoxi inside.

Qingqing pouted and stomped in frustration.

“Points off! I officially declare it! From today onward, this rude, fierce person is no longer my idol!”

Chaoxi sat in the car, still stunned.

The air conditioning was set to twenty degrees, fan at maximum. Yuan Xiao had turned off the music, and the small space was thick with tension.

She had locked Chaoxi in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt. Yuan Xiao’s expression was fierce, almost as if “I’m upset” was tattooed on her forehead—but her actions radiated an inexplicable care.

Chaoxi couldn’t figure Yuan Xiao out.

Well, she hadn’t understood her from the start.

This character made no sense—unless Chaoxi had misread the story or the plot hadn’t reached the stage where Yuan Xiao became scummy. Right now, it was still early.

Even more confusing was the system, supposedly going to check for bugs. It hadn’t moved an inch—completely dead.

In this moment, Chaoxi opted for what she considered the smartest choice.

Chaoxi: Playing dead online.jpg

Yuan Xiao said nothing. According to the storyline, she was the cold-shoulder type. Chaoxi let it be—home was fine, anyway, she was tired from all the walking today.

The moment the car started, Yuan Xiao slammed the accelerator.

Chaoxi, still pretending to play dead, was instantly pressed back against the seat. Her ruse failed immediately. Reflexively, she grabbed the overhead handle with her right hand, turned her head, and glared.

“What are you doing?”

Little Miss Zhao’s driving skills were nothing special. In real life, she had a personal driver and rarely drove herself. In City C—the country’s top-ranking GDP megacity—traffic was notoriously chaotic, making her even more reluctant to get behind the wheel. Her license was mostly decorative; she treated slow, safe, steady driving like a sacred principle.

But now, as the car shot forward like an arrow released from a taut bowstring, Chaoxi couldn’t help raising her voice.

She immediately regretted it. But seeing Yuan Xiao’s sleek, sharp profile in the fleeting sunlight, she remembered:

The original owner of this body was a true fool, a hopelessly devoted “white-hearted” Beta!

How could she dare yell at her own Alpha?

Just as Chaoxi was berating herself internally, Yuan Xiao had already eased off the accelerator.

No one knew that Yuan Xiao’s thoughts were far more complicated than Chaoxi’s.

She was thinking: Oh no, oh no, I went too fast—I scared my wife.

Sitting together in the car, Chaoxi pressed her lips tightly, while Yuan Xiao focused on the road, both of them silently, yet feverishly, brainstorming ways to make amends.

The car exited the underground garage and merged onto the city streets.

A moment later:

“You.”

“I.”

Their words collided, then dissolved into silence.

After a while:

“You go first.”

“You go first.”

Again, simultaneously. Chaoxi couldn’t help laughing at the absurd yet charmingly synchronized awkwardness.

Her laugh was soft, but Yuan Xiao heard it perfectly. Even without glancing sideways, she could vividly picture Chaoxi in her mind.

Her wife was an adorable person. Her voice had a soft, sweet, almost unformed quality—not the kind of forced cuteness, but more like a girl whose voice had yet to fully change during puberty. When she laughed, it was like cotton candy: delicate, dissolving instantly in one bite.

This sweet, healing voice had accompanied Yuan Xiao through her lowest points in life, etched permanently into her memory.

Memories often arrive unexpectedly, catching one completely off guard.

Yuan Xiao clearly remembered the first time she had met Chaoxi.

It had been a sunlit afternoon. She had been delivered to the foot of a hill and climbed for half an hour to reach the mid-mountain level, where the Zhao family estate sprawled—private villas standing tall amidst the greenery.

In front of a small white villa, rose walls bloomed brilliantly.

The sunlight was perfect, the breeze gentle.

An Omega in a white dress with ruffled edges stood there, quietly waving, shy and reserved.

“Hi, Yuan Xiao.”

Perhaps it was the peaceful environment. Perhaps it was Chaoxi’s soft, sweet voice, capable of curing all wounds. At that moment, Yuan Xiao—still facing a marriage to a stranger out of desperation—felt her heart skip a beat.

Chaoxi spoke only that one sentence, then blushed and led Yuan Xiao into the villa.

As they passed through the grassy courtyard, they walked one behind the other. Yuan Xiao stepped on her shadow repeatedly. Step after step, when the distance grew, she would hop forward instinctively.

Hearing the noise, Chaoxi glanced back. Her second hop came too late to stop herself.

“Haha.”

Yuan Xiao heard her laugh—soft, sweeter than her speaking voice.

Yuan Xiao didn’t know what she was thinking, so she quietly focused on driving. Chaoxi, having finished laughing, stayed silent as well. After a moment, she noticed the corners of Yuan Xiao’s lips curling upward.

Oh no.

She was so cute when she smiled!

A woman who had long been attracted to other women, coiled like a little spring, found herself utterly unable to resist. If she didn’t flirt now, when could she?

Chaoxi had been worried about breaking her character earlier, but now, lost in her little cutie’s smile, she couldn’t help herself. Sneaking a glance wasn’t ideal, but Yuan Xiao was driving, and later there would be Yuan Xiao’s usual mischievous antics—so a little peek now wouldn’t get her caught.

She could always justify it to herself.

Meanwhile, Yuan Xiao braked for a traffic light and glanced at Chaoxi.

Chaoxi: “…”

Yuan Xiao’s gaze was sincere, free of impatience or irritation. Her index finger tapped lightly on the steering wheel, as if weighing her words carefully.

“If you want to look, you can just look.”

Chaoxi swallowed hard, smiling crookedly: “Huh?”

“It’s because of your pheromones at the office. That’s why I said I wanted to go home, not for any other reason.”

Yuan Xiao quickly explained, awkwardly touching her nose. The light turned green, cars resumed moving, and she released the brake, gradually pressing the accelerator.

An Omega’s pheromone leakage was embarrassing—like getting a period stain in public. Mortifying!

Chaoxi frowned, puzzled: “Really? But I was wearing my collar!”

In situations like this, asking someone in the know was the most reliable approach. That was why Chaoxi turned to Yuan Xiao for help.

Yuan Xiao nodded, steadily pressing the accelerator, saying calmly: “I don’t know either.”

Chaoxi’s expression completely fell: “…”