After Transmigrating Into the Scummy Alpha’s Rebirth Story - Chapter 8

Having barely slept the night before, Chaoxi woke up in the morning and, in a groggy haze, grabbed two random pieces of clothing from the closet. She hadn’t paid attention to the usual dress codes and nearly ruined the character she was trying to emulate.

The original owner of this body was pure, pure, pure!

After repeating that mantra to herself over and over, Chaoxi returned to the wardrobe and carefully surveyed every single outfit, hoping to find a compromise.

After all, personal taste and dressing habits evolve with age. Expecting her to immediately adopt a completely different style—especially for a woman already thirty years old—was asking a lot.

The original owner’s method of arranging clothes was actually quite similar to hers: ordered by color, from light to dark, each piece neatly displayed. The problem was, these clothes, no matter how she looked at them, were miles apart from her own taste.

What should she wear to meet her best friend, Qingqing?

Chaoxi rifled through the wardrobe:

• Pink princess-style poofy dress? No!
Too young. Couldn’t do it.

• Cartoon-patterned T-shirt? No!
Too childish. Couldn’t do it.

• Macaron-colored overalls? No!
Way too cutesy. Couldn’t do it.

and so on.

Half an hour later, there was a knock at the bedroom door.

“Miss, your collar is here,” the housekeeper, Chen Ma, called from outside.

“I—know!” Chaoxi swallowed the “alright” in her throat, forcing herself to stay in character, and quickly added, “I’ll be out in a moment!”

When the door opened, Chen Ma was stunned.

“Miss, this.”

Chaoxi thought it was strange. She hadn’t done anything wild with the original owner’s clothes—she’d paired them properly—so why was Chen Ma acting like she’d just seen some rare animal?

“Does it look good?” Chaoxi asked, lifting the hem of the black dress and twirling once in place.

Chen Ma’s face softened into the tender smile of a doting mother. “Miss, you look good in anything!”

She wouldn’t dare mention that the previous Miss had hated black dresses, thinking this one looked too mature, too serious. The lace trim on the collar and hem had kept it tucked away in the wardrobe for so long—after all, it had been a gift from the lady of the house.

Chaoxi nodded in satisfaction and held out her hand to Chen Ma.

Still lost in the joy of seeing her “grown-up” after marriage, Chen Ma blinked and said, “Ah?”

Chaoxi leaned forward slightly, lowering her gaze to the object in Chen Ma’s hands.

“The collar.”

“Oh! Right, right, right—the collar!” Chen Ma said with a smile. “I’ll put it on you.”

That made things easier.

Chaoxi lowered her head while Chen Ma unclasped the metal collar and fastened it around her neck. Two fingers wide, it perfectly covered the marks left by Yuan Xiao from the night before.

As for this thing, well.

A minute later, Chaoxi was staring into the full-length mirror, again and again.

Oh my god!

No matter how she looked, it had a slightly weird, embarrassing vibe.

Like a little pet kept in someone’s care.

Ahhh!

So, humiliating!

Her face flamed red.

Chen Ma reminded her gently, “Time to go.”

Snapping back to reality, Chaoxi asked, “Are you coming with me?”

Chen Ma held Chaoxi’s packed bag in her other hand. “Of course not. I’ll just see you to the car.”

Chaoxi took the bag and slung it over her shoulder.

“Fine then.”

Before leaving, Chaoxi was still mortified by the ridiculous thoughts in her head. But once she arrived at the mall, that embarrassment was shredded into pieces.

Here, people wearing collars were everywhere—men and women alike, ordinary passersby.

Through the collars, one could instantly recognize someone’s gender at a glance.

After an Omega differentiates, both their looks and figure surpass ordinary Betas. Their faces are more striking, girls beautiful enough to debut straight into the C-position, boys clean-cut and delicate—just looking at them is a feast for the eyes.

Waiting for someone at the mall entrance, Chaoxi brushed past the twenty-third beauty of the day. Still in full fangirl mode, her mind flooded with admiration, when a flashy red convertible suddenly screeched up outside the mall.

The roar of the engine made her glance back. The driver’s door swung open, and a young girl, dressed fashionably and stepping out in sky-high heels, descended with ease.

Chaoxi’s gaze sharpened.

Wow! Another stunner!

Drawing on years of experience admiring beautiful women, Chaoxi’s eyes quickly scanned her from head to toe:

• 36D bust, nine out of ten.

• A meter-long pair of legs, nine out of ten.

• A tiny A4-waist, eight out of ten.

The beauty approached, closing the distance to about five steps.

A fair, oval face, big sparkling eyes, matched perfectly with fresh, delicate makeup—eight.

Chaoxi froze.

Wait—was that girl waving at her?

To be sure, she glanced behind her—no one else was waving at this stunning girl. Turning back, Chaoxi saw the girl now only two steps away.

Her eyes went wide as saucers.

Floating above the approaching girl’s head was a dazzling electronic frame, displaying a line of pale blue text:

[Omega, Qingqing, 20 years old, fiery and protective personality, idle rich second-generation, yes, the family has mines. Chaoxi’s childhood best friend—they share everything, watched a movie together, both obsessed with the Alpha actor Yuan Xiao. Apart from their parents, the only one who knows the two girls are secretly married.]

It even came with a profile explanation?

Chaoxi couldn’t help but chuckle secretly—this “golden finger” system was impressive.

“You’re finally here! It’s almost eleven!”

Qingqing looped her arm around Chaoxi’s, pouting adorably. “Sorry! Traffic was terrible on the Third Ring! Today, you’re all mine! Come on! I’ll conquer the world for you! Where do we start?”

“Hahaha! You were supposed to spend the day with me anyway!”

“Why so serious? Your majesty Chaoxi, the king, doesn’t keep grudges!”

Laughing together, they entered the mall.

In the real world, Chaoxi rarely went shopping with anyone—work kept her too busy—but that little experience was enough.

Girls only look at jewelry, bags, shoes, clothes, cosmetics, perfumes, nothing brain-taxing. Simple enough, a little cardio, and a perfect opportunity to act as a walking ATM.

She patiently followed Qingqing from one store to the next.

Then things took an unexpected turn.

Saw a beautiful outfit.

Qingqing: “Buy! Buy! Buy! Two of the same! Charge it to my card!”

Saw a stunning pair of shoes.

Qingqing: “Buy! Buy! Buy! Two pairs! Charge it to my card!”

Saw a gorgeous necklace.

Qingqing: “Buy! Buy! Buy! One pink, one blue—you wear the pink, I’ll wear the blue! Charge it to my card!”

Chaoxi, meanwhile, became the little princess being spoiled.

All her life, no one had ever spent so freely on her. Her feelings were a complicated mix of surprise and warmth. By the time lunch rolled around, they were carrying bags upon bags out of the mall, Chaoxi still in a daze.

She was being spoiled?

No, not just seemed like it. She was being spoiled—by the original owner’s best friend in the book!

Chaoxi: “…”

It felt weird, but also kind of touching. How does this even happen?

The back seat of the convertible was piled high with Qingqing’s spoils. Chaoxi slid into the passenger seat, turning back awkwardly, just in time to catch Qingqing’s teasing gaze.

Chaoxi: “?”

Qingqing grinned.

“So, you’re wearing the necklace now. I didn’t ask—first experience, how was it? Did Yuan Xiao do well?”

Chaoxi, who had just been touched, instantly flushed red.

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