After Transmigrating Into the Scummy Alpha’s Rebirth Story - Chapter 17

Chaoxi and Yuan Xiao left home together.

The driver dropped them off at the airport, where they had to board on their own.

Yuan Xiao wore a mask and a low baseball cap, her arm looped tightly through Chaoxi’s. Even when they reached baggage check, she still hadn’t let go.

Watching her lift the suitcase with one hand onto the conveyor belt, Chaoxi couldn’t help but ask, puzzled, “Doesn’t it feel heavy with just one hand?”

Yuan Xiao placed the second suitcase on as well, lowering her head as she murmured, “I can’t see clearly. Can I hold your hand?”

Chaoxi suspected she was just being clingy.

With a slightly awkward but polite smile, she said, “Go ahead.”

Anyway, Yuan Xiao was fully disguised. Even if they ran into fans or paparazzi, it would be hard for anyone to recognize her.

From then on, no matter where they walked, Yuan Xiao followed close behind, step by step, holding Chaoxi’s hand like she had no intention of letting go even for a second.

It wasn’t until they boarded and sat down in business class that Chaoxi looked down at their still-interlocked fingers and subtly hinted that it was probably enough.

Yuan Xiao’s eyes, half-lidded above her mask, suddenly drooped into a sleepy expression. Under Chaoxi’s gaze, she sank into her seat, lazily stretching her legs. “I’m so sleepy. I want to nap for a bit.”

Chaoxi: “?”

What did that even mean?

Her hand was still trapped in Yuan Xiao’s grip. Sitting stiffly upright, Chaoxi leaned closer and whispered, “We’re on a plane. What if someone takes a photo.”

After all, they were still secretly married. No matter how relaxed Yuan Xiao’s image had become lately, there should still be some sense of caution. Chaoxi didn’t like the sticky feeling of sweaty palms, and even while maintaining appearances, she hoped to enjoy her vacation in peace.

Surely Yuan Xiao would understand that, right?

That was what Chaoxi thought—until the very next second, when reality slapped her in the face.

Yuan Xiao pulled down her mask, parted her lips, and Chaoxi waited, half-expecting a reasonable response.

Instead, Yuan Xiao said, matter-of-factly, “If they take a picture, then they take a picture.”

Was this something a public figure should even say?

For god’s sake, we’re secretly married!

Chaoxi was dumbfounded.

But since Yuan Xiao insisted, what could she do? In the end, she gave up, reclined in her seat, and sighed, “Alright, whatever you say.”

The flight was five hours long.

Yuan Xiao held Chaoxi’s hand the entire time, looking perfectly content as she pretended to sleep.

But in truth, she couldn’t sleep at all. After seeing the Omega’s gland the previous night, her brain had been in a state of restless excitement that still hadn’t worn off.

She’d had a dream the night before.

In it, she had gone back to their honeymoon—the real one from before. Every detail, every joy and every argument replayed exactly as it had been.

She hadn’t forgotten a single thing.

Everything was unfolding just as it had back then.

Minor changes didn’t alter the final outcome.

They boarded a plane to Baba Island on the morning of their third day of marriage.

The flight lasted five hours. Midway through, a flight attendant came over with polite questions about their needs, saying the exact same lines as before. Her wife, Chaoxi, sat to her right—alert and talkative for the first three hours, then drifting off to sleep with her head resting on Yuan Xiao’s arm.

When Yuan Xiao turned her head, the sleeping Omega’s face was right there, impossibly close.

Chaoxi’s features were strikingly pure. Even the fine down on her cheeks was pale and delicate. When the business-class shade was lifted, half a beam of sunlight fell across her face, tracing the golden symmetry of her features. Her pink lips were slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of small, white teeth.

So cute.

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Yuan Xiao’s brows tensed as she tugged her mask higher over her nose.

She restrained herself.

Back then, she’d resisted because she couldn’t accept marrying a stranger.

Now, she held back for a different reason—because she couldn’t remember when exactly she had fallen in love with Chaoxi, only that when she realized it, the regret nearly destroyed her.

And now that she’d been given a second chance, her heart was nothing but light and joy.

Like the weather outside, her world was clear and blue.

White clouds drifted lazily by; inside the cabin, everything was peaceful and still.

Chaoxi only woke up once mid-flight. By the time she fully came to, the plane had already landed safely.

Yuan Xiao gave her hand a gentle squeeze, watching her sleepy eyes with a soft smile. “You awake? Take a moment to get your bearings?”

“Mmh.” Chaoxi mumbled, rubbing her eyes. “Can’t believe I actually fell asleep. Sorry, I didn’t even chat with you on the way.”

Yuan Xiao wanted to ruffle her hair. Her hand hovered behind Chaoxi’s head but didn’t actually make contact—just a ghost of a motion.

There were too many people around now; they couldn’t act as freely as before.

A faint disappointment stirred in Yuan Xiao’s chest. She quietly stood up, turning her back to Chaoxi as she reached for her carry-on bag.

The flight attendants were announcing over the intercom, reminding passengers to collect their belongings and check for valuables.

Chaoxi, seated by the window, waited patiently as Yuan Xiao finally released her hand. She turned on her phone, making a mental note to message the Zhaos family and let them know they’d landed safely.

As soon as the signal came back, messages started popping up nonstop. At first, Chaoxi thought it was from Zhao Hua, but when she opened it, she saw it was from Qingqing—her best friend.

Qingqing had sent several messages in a row, and Chaoxi scrolled through them one by one.

First message: Baby, did you go to Baba Island already?

Second: I just got some first-hand news! Huge gossip! It’s about Yuan Xiao!

Third: Since I can’t wait for you to come back, I’m flying over to find you!

Fourth: I’ve already booked my flight! Wait for me!

Fifth: Turn your phone on and message me when you can! Hearts!

Chaoxi hadn’t even finished reading the rest when Yuan Xiao reached over and took her bag. Because the messages mentioned Yuan Xiao—and even hinted at some “earth-shattering news” about her—Chaoxi quickly turned off the phone screen, lifted her head, and smiled up at Yuan Xiao in an attempt to divert her attention.

Yuan Xiao’s face was hidden under a mask, her gaze hard to read. She didn’t mention the phone at all, only said softly, “Alright, time to get off the plane.”

Chaoxi couldn’t tell whether she’d seen the messages or not. Since Yuan Xiao didn’t say anything, she decided to pretend nothing had happened.

The two of them disembarked together. Yuan Xiao led the way to collect their luggage, and they walked side by side.

It was a weekday, and Baba Island’s airport was small, with few people around. Chaoxi glanced around at the scattered travelers while her mind lingered on Qingqing’s so-called “big news.”

As the heroine’s best friend in the original novel, Qingqing was definitely an important NPC.

Now that something new had cropped up—without any system notifications—Chaoxi’s confidence faltered.

Ever since she transmigrated into the book, her patience seemed to have worn thin. Even walking like this, she could feel a prickling irritation that she couldn’t explain.

It was like being forced to walk a tightrope without ever having learned how.

A constant sense of danger.

Her mood sank further.

Yuan Xiao, busy retrieving their luggage and getting the rental car, didn’t notice her wife’s low spirits. When she gently helped Chaoxi into the passenger seat, Chaoxi suddenly murmured, “I’m sleepy.”

Sleepy again? Yuan Xiao thought.

She leaned in and carefully fastened Chaoxi’s seatbelt, her tone serious.

“Did something upset you?”

With the windows rolled up, Chaoxi felt safe enough to answer lazily, “No, just sleepy. How long until we get to the hotel?”

“About half an hour,” Yuan Xiao replied. “It’s right by the sea—makes it easier to go out and play. Did I miss something when I planned it? Are you not happy with it?”

Chaoxi couldn’t find the words to explain, her expression weary. “Really, I’m fine.”

Yuan Xiao didn’t press.

“Then I’ll drive a little faster. Go ahead and nap for a bit, honey.”

Chaoxi murmured a soft “Mm” and fell silent.

This kid’s way too considerate, she thought. Not at all like the scummy Alpha described in the original novel.

By all logic, Chaoxi should be grateful.

But the rules of this “game” required her to suffer—to experience heartbreak and betrayal at Yuan Xiao’s hands.

So no, she couldn’t feel grateful at all.

Slumping against the seat, she let herself go limp. What a headache.

Just as promised, thirty minutes later they arrived at the hotel Yuan Xiao had booked.

It was a seaside resort brimming with tropical island charm. A giant nautical chart hung at the entrance, and the lobby staff quickly checked them in.

Chaoxi swept her gaze over the wide, airy space, inhaling the faint tang of sea breeze drifting in through the open doors. The atmosphere made her feel languid and drowsy.

A bellboy helped carry their luggage upstairs while Yuan Xiao took her hand and led her to the glass sightseeing elevator.

Through the transparent walls, the view opened up toward the beach—white seagulls spread their wings, diving into the water to snatch up food, waves crashed and foamed before pulling back again.

Chaoxi watched the tide roll in and out. The scenery was beautiful, and the person beside her was gentle and attentive. Everything seemed perfect—too perfect.

At this rate, Yuan Xiao was going to spoil her rotten.

And she was holding her hand again!

How could she possibly experience emotional torment in such a romantic place?

Chaoxi forced a pained little smile. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she almost forgot Yuan Xiao was there—until the Alpha’s voice broke in, soft and natural:

“Honey, are you hungry?”

Chaoxi: “……”

Great. That makes it worse.

The elevator stopped on their floor with a soft ding. A cleaning lady entered, pushing a cart to another level. Yuan Xiao, tall and long-limbed, automatically raised an arm and drew Chaoxi close to shield her.

Her movement was smooth and instinctive, completely blocking Chaoxi’s view—leaving her staring straight at the Alpha’s steady, gently rising chest.

That build, that flatness.

Why did it remind her so much of her own body in the real world?

Before she could dwell on it, the elevator reached their floor with a chime, snapping her back to reality.

When she lifted her head, she met Yuan Xiao’s gaze directly.

“Honey,” Yuan Xiao said with a faint smile, “we’re here.”

Chaoxi gave an awkward laugh. “Right, let’s go.”

She had to admit—Yuan Xiao had a good eye for places.

Their room came with a spacious open-air balcony that faced the beach just a short distance away.

In the morning, the scent of sea breeze would drift in; now, in the late afternoon, the sun was gentler, the horizon gilded in brilliant gold by the setting sun.

It was the kind of view that made a person’s heart settle.

The restlessness that had plagued Chaoxi all afternoon gradually eased. She stepped out onto the balcony, leaned against the railing, and let herself take in the picture-perfect scene the author had so thoughtfully written,

—while Yuan Xiao, just now, had snatched away the job of unpacking their luggage all on her own.