After Transmigrating Into the Scummy Alpha’s Rebirth Story - Chapter 14

Within just two days, she had been marked twice. The original body’s stamina was completely drained, and Chaoxi drifted off to sleep amidst waves of pain and pleasure.

When she woke up, it was already eight in the evening. Yuan Xiao was nowhere to be found. The bedroom was silent, the curtains tightly drawn, with only the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting faint light.

She looked around. The bedroom was furnished with minimalist elegance — the nightstand and dressing table were seamlessly connected, sleek LED strips replaced ornate chandeliers, and the central air-conditioning hummed quietly, keeping the air cool and steady. The mingling scents of rose and red wine pheromones still lingered faintly in the air, intimate and clinging. Everything about the place felt comfortable.

Everything but Chaoxi.

Fragments of memory returned — the hillside villa, the walls covered in roses, the unfamiliar yet familiar room, and the face of the Alpha carved deep into her memory. Through that face, she saw her first love.

Yan Xuyuan.

“Little bunny, be good,” Chaoxi whispered silently in her heart.

[System]: Hi, Host! We meet again!

Talking to herself, she cut straight to the point. “What’s going on with Yuan Xiao? Did you find out? She keeps breaking character.”

[System]: Well, um, the system can’t access the Alpha female lead’s internal thoughts. From a program perspective, everything is functioning normally. Any behavioral anomalies might be natural chain reactions caused by the host’s transmigration.

In plain terms — the system couldn’t fix Yuan Xiao’s strange behavior.

Chaoxi let out a bitter laugh. “So, if the Alpha female lead’s out-of-character behavior messes up my mission, it’s not on me, right?”

[Subservient System]: Of course not! We wouldn’t blame our lovely host. As long as you complete your main mission, everything will be fine! And to prevent more unexpected incidents, the system has kindly unlocked a cheat function as compensation for this mishap!”

A cheat function piqued Chaoxi’s interest. Her goal was clear — finish the mission and return to reality. Staying in this world made her uneasy. Everything here reflected pieces of her past, pulling her mood down and leaving her adrift.

“What kind of cheat? Can it help me finish the mission quickly?”

[System]: Sorry, no can do! To uphold the system’s main objective — ensuring the host fully experiences both physical and emotional torment — this cheat will, after the first mission is completed, establish a spiritual link between the host and the original body, allowing real-time updates on the story’s characters and events.

Chaoxi gave up struggling.

Staring at the dim ceiling, she sighed. “So basically, your so-called ‘cheat’ is that little blue status screen floating over people’s heads.”

[System]: Our host truly is brilliant, intelligent, graceful, and wise!

“Save your flattery,” Chaoxi muttered, rolling her eyes. “Goodbye.”

[System]: Until next time!~ (≧▽≦)/~

Just then,

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone was at the door.

Chaoxi had a good guess who it was. “Come in,” she called.

Yuan Xiao stepped in, turning on the warm overhead lights. She crossed the room in a few quick strides and sat down beside the bed, gently pulling the blanket open.

“Wife, it’s time to eat.”

Chaoxi was still feeling down. Forcing a small smile, she said, “Alright, I’ll get up. You go wait outside.”

Yuan Xiao didn’t move. Her eyes stayed fixed on Chaoxi — bright, intent, almost puppy-like.

With the softness of a spoiled pup seeking attention, she asked, “Can I wait here?”

Something was definitely wrong. Where was that cold, aloof Alpha she was supposed to be?

Chaoxi sighed. “Fine.”

Yuan Xiao immediately brightened. She hurried to the other side of the bed, fetched Chaoxi’s slippers, and knelt to set them by her feet. Chao Xi slipped them on and headed toward the walk-in closet. Yuan Xiao trailed behind her like a little tail.

Inside the closet, Chaoxi opened the glass wardrobe and picked out some loungewear. She turned to find Yuan Xiao still standing right behind her.

Was she planning to stay while she changed?

Feeling awkward, Chaoxi said, “Why don’t you wait outside?”

Yuan Xiao’s mouth drooped instantly, her expression full of wounded innocence — as if silently asking, “You don’t love me anymore?”

Chaoxi’s head throbbed. She couldn’t stand Alphas acting cute — it reminded her too much of her first love. So, she quickly compromised. “Then, just turn around.”

Yuan Xiao, unaware of what was running through Chaoxi’s mind, assumed her “wife” was simply shy about changing in front of her. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable or scared, and determined to be a model, attentive Alpha, she obediently turned her back.

Chaoxi couldn’t help but smile faintly. She really is just a kid.

She slipped off her robe and quickly changed into a T-shirt and shorts.

Dinner was at home that night. Aunt Chen had instructed the maids to set two place settings at opposite ends of the dining table. One look told Chaoxi that Yuan Xiao hadn’t eaten yet — she’d been waiting for her.

Yuan Xiao pulled out a chair for her. Chaoxi sat down and pointed across the table. “Move your chair over here. Sitting that far apart kills my appetite.”

The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it.

The original host was supposed to be a soft, sweet, naive girl — a little fan with stars in her eyes for her idol Alpha. Not someone who spoke with such bold, CEO-like authority. That was not something a twenty-two-year-old innocent Omega would say.

But when Chaoxi stole a glance from the corner of her eye, she saw Yuan Xiao lowering her head, trying — and failing — to hide a smile tugging at her lips.

She was clearly delighted.

Weird, Chaoxi thought. Very weird.

She didn’t dwell on it, though. Her focus was on maintaining the original host’s persona and clearing her mission. Whatever this odd shift in behavior was, she’d deal with it later.

After dinner, as the maids came to clear the dishes, Chaoxi’s phone suddenly rang. She reached into her shorts pocket and pulled it out.

The caller ID displayed one name — the original host’s mother.

Chaoxi froze for a moment, hesitating. Would walking away to take the call seem too deliberate?

To avoid making it obvious that she had something to hide, she forced a smile and, with some reluctance, answered the phone right in front of Yuan Xiao.

A bright, gentle female voice came through the receiver—it was the original Chaoxi’s mother, Mrs. Zhao, the head of the Zhao Corporation.

“Baby, congratulations on your marriage! Have you had dinner yet?”

“I just ate,” Chaoxi replied truthfully.

“That’s good. I was worried you might be hungry. Yuan Xiao’s treating you well, right?”

How was she supposed to answer that?

Chaoxi almost laughed. She hoped Yuan Xiao would just follow the original plot and not treat her well. That way, they could peacefully play out the story, part ways afterward, and everyone would be happy.

But she obviously couldn’t say that.

So, she said cheerfully, “She’s great! Really great!”

Mrs. Zhao seemed reassured. “Good, that’s good. Xinle’s CEO—your Aunt Yang—has already been instructed to find a top agent for Yuan Xiao. And if you two want to go on a honeymoon, let Aunt Yang know soon. I’ll send you her number. She’ll coordinate Yuan Xiao’s schedule around yours.”

Chaoxi was about to protest that this might not be appropriate when a glowing line of text suddenly flashed in her mind:

[The original Chaoxi, a wealthy heiress, was doted on by her Omega mother, Mrs. Zhao Hua. She lived a life of leisure, spending her days with her Omega best friend Qingqing, eating, drinking, and having fun. Her only hobby: painting.]

Right.

A pampered socialite with nothing better to do.

No wonder she had so much time to agonize over her love life.

Playing along, Chaoxi said sweetly, “Thanks, Mom. I’ll call Aunt Yang later.”

Just as she was about to hang up, Mrs. Zhao hurriedly called out, “Wait, baby—there’s something else. About your marking situation.”

Chaoxi instinctively glanced over at Yuan Xiao, who was sitting in a chair, head lowered, absently picking at her fingers.

“Mm?”

Mrs. Zhao said gently, “You’ve never been in a relationship before, and you married Yuan Xiao right away. Even though you two have a 92% pheromone compatibility, your body’s always been frail. You must be careful, sweetheart. Tell her to restrain herself a little.”

Even though Mrs. Zhao’s phrasing was as tactful as possible, Chaoxi still felt her face heat up. She instinctively covered the receiver and turned slightly away, afraid Yuan Xiao might overhear.

In a small voice, she whispered, “Got it, Mom, I know!”

Hearing her suddenly lower her voice, Mrs. Zhao chuckled. “Are you two together right now?”

Chaoxi nodded furiously. “Uh-huh, yeah.”

Mrs. Zhao laughed out loud over the phone, clearly delighted. Chaoxi waited awkwardly for her to finish laughing, only to hear her mother say next, “Baby, hand the phone to her, will you? I’d like to talk to her for a bit.”

The original owner’s mother really was indulgent—she even asked for permission before talking to her daughter’s spouse.

Feeling a little lost, Chaoxi obediently handed the phone over. “Mom says she wants to talk to you.”

Yuan Xiao froze. She still remembered the last time she’d seen this formidable woman—the CEO of Zhao Corporation, a celebrated private entrepreneur of City C—crying uncontrollably in a morgue, clutching her daughter’s corpse.

Back then, Mrs. Zhao had hated her.

The guilt from that memory hit her like a wave. Her fingers trembled, and she didn’t even have the courage to take the phone from Chaoxi’s hand.

Seeing the Alpha’s face darken, Chaoxi suddenly remembered—according to the original story, Yuan Xiao wasn’t fond of this marriage of convenience. To her, it wasn’t just the bride she resented, but also the woman who had arranged it—

Mrs. Zhao herself.

Chaoxi’s hand stiffened midair. Taking it back felt rude, but leaving it there seemed pushy.

After a moment’s hesitation, Yuan Xiao finally reacted, awkwardly taking the phone and holding it to her ear.

The voice on the other end softened immediately. Chaoxi couldn’t hear what Mrs. Zhao was saying—only Yuan Xiao’s quiet responses: a few low “mm”s here and there.

After a while, the conversation ended. Yuan Xiao had said “mm” four or five times, occasionally glancing at Chaoxi. But as the call went on, her expression gradually softened. By the time she hung up, the gloom on her face had lifted—she was smiling, goofy and bright.

Curious, Chaoxi took back the phone and asked, “What did she say to you?”

Leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, Yuan Xiao cupped her cheeks and tilted her head. “Does my wife really want to know?”

Chaoxi met her strange, teasing gaze and thought: This doesn’t feel right at all.

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