After Transmigrating Into the Scummy Alpha’s Rebirth Story - Chapter 15

“I’m guessing even if I hadn’t asked, you would’ve told me anyway, right?”

Chaoxi blurted out the words before she could stop herself. She froze the moment their eyes met—Yuan Xiao’s gaze was steady on hers, unreadable but intent. And in that brief instant of eye contact, Chaoxi suddenly understood the ambiguity in the Alpha’s expression. But by then, it was already too late to stop what was coming.

Yuan Xiao’s lips curved slightly, the left corner tilting up in a half-smile. “Chairwoman Zhao told me to take good care of you, especially about your mar—”

Who would let her finish that sentence!

Chaoxi instantly reached out and covered Yuan Xiao’s mouth, her face heating up. “Okay, okay! I get it!” she said hurriedly, embarrassed.

Yuan Xiao only smiled without a word, giving a vague little nod to show she’d drop it. Yet her eyes slid right over Chaoxi’s lips.

For a few fleeting seconds, Chaoxi felt almost afraid of that gaze. It was as if her layers were being stripped away one by one, leaving her completely exposed. She was the lamb on the chopping block, and the big bad wolf was ready to pounce at any moment—to devour her whole.

This didn’t feel like the Alpha from the novel—the one she’d been briefed about through the plot summary.

No, this was more like someone else.

They were still seated at the dining table, separated only by an arm’s length. Chaoxi caught that faintly meaningful smile from Yuan Xiao, those amber eyes glimmering with a subdued, secretive light. For some reason, Chaoxi once again felt a strange illusion—she almost mistook Yuan Xiao for her first love, Yan Xuyuan.

Whenever Yan Xuyuan had something on her mind, she’d sometimes wear that same expression.

Chaoxi knew she was being ridiculous. She shook her head inwardly and told herself it was just coincidence. But still—

Why was this kid getting harder and harder to read?

That look in her eyes—it was so familiar.

Again, that feeling of deja vu.

In just a single day and night, the same uncanny familiarity kept resurfacing. Could this be what the system meant by “empathic resonance” with the original host?

What kind of absurd book had she landed in, exactly?

That lousy system—its so-called “perks” were becoming more and more useless. Could it be that Yuan Xiao had the same face as Yan Xuyuan, and somehow that had created an inexplicable link between Chaoxi’s real world and this one?

It sounded insane but then again, she had transmigrated into a novel. If that could happen, what couldn’t?

While her thoughts ran wild, Chaoxi quickly pulled her hand back.

And just then—

Yuan Xiao suddenly held out Chaoxi’s phone to her. Chaoxi had barely withdrawn her hand when she found herself awkwardly stuck midair. Her expression stiffened, a wry smile tugging at her lips before she reluctantly reached out again to take it.

“Are we going back to the room?” Yuan Xiao asked, her eyes wide and hopeful.

In that instant, all of Chaoxi’s strange imaginings and scattered thoughts vanished like mist. Yuan Xiao was once again the little “puppy” Alpha she’d come to know over the past two days—gentle, eager, and harmless.

But still, those four words—go back to the room—were enough to send her mind spiraling.

After all, newlyweds returning to their room this early—barely eight o’clock—what else would they be doing?

No matter how much Yuan Xiao acted like a docile puppy, it was hard not to overthink.

Chaoxi swallowed nervously, forcing her expression into something mild and obedient. She nodded. “Let’s go back, then.”

Stick to the script. Follow the plot.

The original host wouldn’t refuse any request from Yuan Xiao.

No point overthinking—it was just wasted effort.

Chaoxi wasn’t one to do useless things. She led the way, already remembering the layout of the master bedroom. Yuan Xiao followed closely behind like a little tail, trailing her all the way in.

Soft white carpet muffled their footsteps, and the sound of the door closing behind them was abrupt in the quiet.

“Uh.” Chaoxi turned around. “I think I’m a bit sleepy.”

Not that she actually was—her bravado from moments ago had simply collapsed the instant she stepped into that room.

Last night, and again this afternoon, Yuan Xiao had held complete control over her in this very space—biting gently at her neck with tender yet feverish intimacy, leaving fresh marks of her temporary claim.

Her body still remembered, and the faint scent of pheromones lingered in the air—rich wine and wild rose—delicate, intoxicating, impossible to ignore.

Sleepy?

Yuan Xiao glanced at the time. Barely half past eight.

A pang of disappointment hit her chest.

Since they’d come home that afternoon, her wife had gone straight to sleep after being marked—missing dinner completely until Aunt Chen woke her. And now, right after eating, she was ready to sleep again.

Yuan Xiao had wanted to spend more time with her. But Mrs. Zhao’s call earlier had made it clear—her daughter’s health was fragile. Most Omegas went into their first heat around fourteen, but Chaoxi hadn’t experienced hers until eighteen, which meant her glands were still underdeveloped. Yuan Xiao had been told to take special care, to wait at least two more heat cycles before sharing a bed long-term or attempting a permanent mark.

Not that Yuan Xiao was in any rush. She wasn’t aiming for a lifelong mark just yet.

She just wanted—sincerely, humbly—to build real affection with her wife.

So, when Chaoxi said she was tired, Yuan Xiao knew immediately—it was an excuse. She just didn’t want to be alone with her.

It was a flimsy pretext, one she’d heard before.

Back when they’d already been secretly married for three months, Yuan Xiao once returned from a late-night flight to A City. Chaoxi, in the middle of her heat, had fallen asleep clutching Yuan Xiao’s clothes.

Aunt Chen had spent the whole day calling her, but no matter how many times she knocked, the door to the room stayed firmly shut.

When Yuan Xiao came home and heard about it, exhaustion washed over her again. She didn’t even have the energy to deal with that person.

At the time, Xinle Entertainment was in the middle of negotiating a top-tier luxury endorsement for Yuan Xiao. For the sake of the deal, she forced herself to knock on the master bedroom door.

As soon as Chaoxi opened it, she quickly retreated back under the covers, curling up tightly and whispering, “If you’re tired, you don’t have to come see me.”

The moment Yuan Xiao heard that, her patience snapped.

The scent of red wine—her pheromones—spilled uncontrollably into the room.

She strode over to the bed and yanked the quilt away.

“Get up,” she said coldly.

Chaoxi lowered her gaze, not daring to meet Yuan Xiao’s eyes. She climbed out of bed quickly, standing barefoot on the floor, her legs trembling.

Frustration surged through Yuan Xiao. She grabbed Chaoxi by the shoulders—gave no warning, no time to react—and bit down hard. Her sharp canines pierced skin, Alpha pheromones flooding violently into her system.

For ten long minutes, the temporary marking continued. Chaoxi kept struggling, squirming and pleading for her to stop, her small hands pushing weakly against Yuan Xiao’s chest—only to fuel the Alpha’s fury further.

Yuan Xiao finally released her, the mark unfinished, and seized her chin roughly.

Her gaze was cold and cutting. “What’s the matter? Didn’t you scheme your way into marrying me for this? Not good enough for you? Or are you just playing hard to get?”

The words were cruel—so cruel they still stung when she remembered them.

At the time, Yuan Xiao had been blinded by anger. She didn’t regret it right away; her regret came much later—when it was already far too late to undo anything.

Now, whenever she recalled that night, the pain in her chest felt like flesh being carved away by a dull knife.

That night, she bit down again and again on the smooth gland at the back of Chaoxi’s neck, determined to make her forcibly endure the heat all at once.

An Alpha’s pheromones could soothe an Omega, yes—but depending on the dose, they could also bring suffocating pressure. Chaoxi’s body was weak; soon she couldn’t stand, couldn’t bear the strain. She had to beg for a break, claiming she was too sleepy to go on.

She must have been so scared. And in so much pain.

Yuan Xiao’s heart twisted painfully. The disappointment she’d felt moments ago evaporated, replaced by a tenderness she couldn’t suppress.

She looked at Chaoxi, took a step forward, and gently drew her into an embrace. After holding her briefly, she let go and said softly, “Then rest well. I’ll take care of planning the honeymoon trip.”

Chaoxi waited several minutes.

Yuan Xiao, however, remained silent—at least seven or eight minutes passed before she spoke again.

During that time, Chaoxi carefully observed every shift in her expression. She noticed Yuan Xiao’s moods always went through a subtle transition period—it wasn’t long, but it existed. Chaoxi didn’t know why, and since the original text hadn’t given her any clues, the uncertainty left her uneasy.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she ventured, “Why don’t we plan it together?”

Yuan Xiao’s eyes lit up instantly. She tried to hide her excitement, unaware that her little act had already been seen through by her partner—an older woman nearly ten years her senior.

“Sure!” Yuan Xiao said quickly.

Chaoxi: Understands but pretends not to—see also: “Look through but don’t expose.jpg.”

Yuan Xiao pulled her to sit on the tatami mat opposite the bed. Noticing how quiet the younger woman was, Chaoxi took the initiative, slipping into her original character’s role as the doting one.

“Do you have any place you especially want to go?” she asked.

The question seemed to catch Yuan Xiao off guard.

Afraid she’d said something wrong, Chaoxi quickly laughed and added, “I’ve already been to lots of places—there’s nowhere I’m dying to visit. You can decide. I’ll go wherever you want!”

Yuan Xiao appeared to seriously consider the question. She unlocked her phone with facial recognition, opened a travel app, and began searching for honeymoon destinations. As she scrolled through guides, she turned the screen toward

Chaoxi, asking for her opinion.

Together, they started planning the trip in a surprisingly peaceful way—until a mission prompt suddenly flashed in Chaoxi’s mind.

[Mission Notice: The “Honeymoon Trip” sequence has begun. In the original plot, Yuan Xiao suggests several popular destinations. Chaoxi, having visited them all before, rejects each proposal with growing arrogance, frustrating Yuan Xiao into tossing her phone aside and letting her decide instead. You will spend the next fourteen days on Baba Island.]

Reading the summary, Chaoxi understood her role perfectly.

So, whenever Yuan Xiao showed interest in a particular hotspot, she immediately found something to criticize—this place was too crowded, that one too cliche—most of it based on random complaints she’d just glimpsed in the comment sections of travel reviews. She herself knew nothing about the places.

Then something strange happened.

Instead of losing patience, Yuan Xiao listened to her endless nitpicking with a gentle smile, eyes curving in amusement.

Not only did she not get annoyed—she even comforted and indulged her.

“That’s all right.”

“Then how about this one?”

“We can keep looking.”

“Do you like this place?”

“It’s fine—we don’t have to go where I want. What matters is what you like.”

Chaoxi: !