After Transmigrating Into the Scummy Alpha’s Rebirth Story - Chapter 7

The night she transmigrated into this world, Zhao Chaoxi couldn’t sleep.

The system had told her that the main mission seemed to be both completed and not completed at the same time—whether it truly counted as success was unclear.

She had resolved the physiological issue and received a temporary mark; superficially, it appeared as though she had succeeded.

But.

The system’s requirement was for her to experience emotional and physical torment, so she could reform herself through the process. No physical torment. No emotional torment. Fundamentally, it didn’t count as a success.

Zhao Chaoxi had already tried her best to cooperate with this absurd system—playing the obedient “innocent and naive” character, allowing someone who, to her, was just a stranger with a nice face, to engage in intimate contact. She felt her tolerance had reached an unprecedented limit.

So, she threw up her hands and made her stance clear:

The problem was Yuan Xiao!

The character herself had issues that didn’t match the story summary. It wasn’t her fault that the mission couldn’t be completed.

The system finally comforted her, saying that the next step would be an investigation to figure out what was going on with Yuan Xiao, and she would get another chance to be marked—like playing a little exploration game.

Zhao Chaoxi had no choice. She couldn’t finish the mission and couldn’t leave this book world, so all she could do was lie flat and accept it.

After an exhausting first heat and initial marking, Zhao Chaoxi was drained. She put the mission aside for the time being and just wanted to collapse into deep sleep.

Only, she discovered she had developed a problem with sleeping in unfamiliar beds.

On this soft bed belonging to the original owner, she tossed and turned for a long time, unable to fall asleep. Irritated, she pulled out the original owner’s phone to play some music to help her drift off.

When she lit up the screen, she was startled to see it was already 1:30 a.m.

Time had flown.

The room was silent except for the gentle piano music.

The soothing melody didn’t lull her to sleep. Instead, it drew her into memories.

Years of hidden experiences—those she had buried deep in her heart and avoided revisiting—came rushing back all at once.

Zhao Chaoxi had been born in a poor, remote mountain village in southwestern China. Her father worked away from home for long periods, seeing the wider world and eventually abandoning his long-suffering wife. Her mother was forced to provide for the family, working in a county electronics factory, while Zhao Chaoxi was raised by her grandmother.

The family’s poverty drove her to dream of the big city. Determined to live her own life, she worked harder than her peers. Eventually, she made it out of the mountains and attended university in City C. That was when her independence as a rural girl was forged.

She didn’t wear skirts, didn’t grow her hair long, avoided trendy phones, and skipped the tasty meals at the campus cafeteria, saving every penny just to secure her footing in C City after graduation. But that meant she had no friends.

Everyone around her found her “uncool”—except for one kind girl:

Her tutoring student.

Yan Xuyuan.

During the summer after her sophomore year, Zhao Chaoxi tutored a high school senior, taking nearly two hours of bus travel to reach a villa halfway up a mountainside.

The girl, wearing twin tails, stood in front of a wall of roses and waved at her.

“You’re Zhao Chaoxi, right?”

Zhao Chaoxi shyly looked down. “Yes.”

The girl’s white dress fluttered in the summer breeze, and she offered a sweet smile. At that moment, the scent of roses was both fragrant and sweet.

Zhao Chaoxi couldn’t help but smile, staring at the dark ceiling above, murmuring to herself:

“What a coincidence, they both have ‘Yuan’ in their names.”

Yan Xuyuan. Yuan Xiao.

Little Yuan.

She had dozed off at some point, and when she woke, daylight had already come.

After a leisurely wash, she stepped out and saw the uniformed servants busy in the hall. It seemed they had all returned to the villa. Life as a wealthy heiress meant being served everywhere, a stark contrast to the life she had fought for herself.

Some people simply exist in books.

Being born with a golden spoon was rare. True satisfaction came from working hard and enjoying the results.

Nothing to envy.

Zhao Chaoxi smiled softly and went downstairs, where an older maid kindly led her to the breakfast table.

“Miss, breakfast is ready,” she said warmly.

It was probably Aunt Chen, the housekeeper whose number Zhao Chaoxi had seen in the original owner’s contacts the night before. As she entered the dining room, she noticed only one breakfast setting.

Aunt Chen pulled out a chair, and as Zhao Chaoxi sat down, she asked, “Um, where’s Yuan Xiao?”

“Miss Yuan went to the company early,” Aunt Chen replied, surprised. “Did you forget? She’s reporting to the agency under the group today.”

“Oh, right, right,” Zhao Chaoxi, picking up the milk and hiding her embarrassment. “I’m still waking up.”

Aunt Chen glanced at her watch and began to chatter nonstop:

“You have an appointment with Miss Qingqing at 10 a.m. to visit the new department store; the driver is ready. Lunch is arranged at a nearby Chinese restaurant, no more than three kilometers away as you prefer. I’ve instructed the chef to avoid scallions, ginger, and garlic, keep the spice mild, and ensure desserts contain no alcohol or berries. Also, since it’s Monday, the mall will be crowded—your pheromone barrier is ready. Afternoon tea is across the street from the agency, convenient for picking up Miss Yuan after work.”

Zhao Chaoxi silently ate, listening to Aunt Chen lay out her day like an encyclopedia. She realized this saved her a lot of trouble, sparing her from wandering around cluelessly.

The more she listened, the more she found it uncanny: the original owner’s habits matched hers almost exactly.

No wonder she had ended up in this book instead of another—aside from the “innocent and naive” persona, even down to efficiency and food preferences, everything was the same.

After a while, Aunt Chen stammered and blushed for no apparent reason.

Zhao Chaoxi set down her milk gracefully.

“What is it? What’s so awkward?”

The two young maids behind Aunt Chen pretended nothing was happening, leaving Zhao Chaoxi even more puzzled.

“Well.” Aunt Chen looked embarrassed and shy, biting her teeth to point at the back of her own neck. “You need to wear a neck ring.”

“A neck ring?” Zhao Chaoxi stared in confusion.

Aunt Chen finally laughed. “Miss, an Omega can’t go into public during heat without a neck ring. How could you forget? But it’s not your fault—you’ve never gone out in heat before. Now that you have your own Alpha, it’s safe to go out.

I’ll have someone prepare it immediately.”

Zhao Chaoxi regretted asking too quickly, afraid of revealing that she wasn’t the original owner. Fortunately, Aunt Chen provided a convenient excuse.

Still, after breakfast, as Zhao Chaoxi went upstairs, she overheard the maids whispering:

“Miss is different today.”

“Maybe she was just marked—she seems a little dazed.”

“I didn’t mean that—didn’t you notice her outfit is different today?”

“Oh! She usually goes for the cute look!”

Zhao Chaoxi squinted and almost missed a step.

Cute look?

She glanced down: a short, tied-up T-shirt and deliberately rolled-up ultra-short shorts.

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