After Transmigrating Into the Scummy Alpha’s Rebirth Story - Chapter 9

It had to be said—Qingqing was a complete chatterbox.

On the way to lunch, she drove while playing the role of an in-car hype machine, talking nonstop all the way to the open-air parking lot outside the restaurant.

Chaoxi, truth be told, wasn’t fond of small talk. She was good at conversation when needed, but Qingqing’s topics made her want to vanish into thin air—because they all circled back to her and Yuan Xiao.

The fallen starlet marrying into a wealthy family, the glamorous new wife’s thrilling first night—Qingqing was fascinated.

If it had just been idle curiosity, Chaoxi could have brushed her off. But when it came to marking, a deeply private subject in the ABO world, her brain short-circuited. Most of the time, she could only sit there in mortified silence.

She might be open-minded and easygoing, perfectly capable of joking with her own crowd—but in front of the original body’s best friend, she had to keep up the pure and innocent persona.

If she broke character now, she’d risk derailing the plot entirely.

As for Yuan Xiao’s current state of mind, she hadn’t even figured that out yet.

The thought made Chaoxi sigh inwardly.

At that moment, Qingqing pulled a stunning drift and parked neatly in one smooth motion. She swapped her flats for sky-high heels and continued talking as if her mouth had no off switch.

“You’re so quiet today—was the marriage not great? Or was Yuan Xiao just not up to standard?”

There it was again. The dreaded topic loop.

Chaoxi gripped the car handle and forced a dry laugh. “No, it was fine. Everything’s fine.”

“Good! That’s what I like to hear.” Qingqing unbuckled her seatbelt and threw her arms around Chaoxi’s arm.

Her chest pressed close—close enough to make one’s imagination run wild. Chaoxi turned her head, met Qingqing’s intense gaze, and instantly had all unholy thoughts extinguished. She flicked Qingqing’s forehead lightly and nudged her away.

“You—honestly! A girl’s gotta protect herself when she’s out and about.”

It was meant as friendly advice. But Qingqing froze, then her lips began to tremble in mock distress.

Before Chaoxi could ask what was wrong, Qingqing blurted, “Are we even sisters anymore? You get yourself an Alpha and suddenly I’m chopped liver! Do you hate me now? Huh? Say it!”

“I don’t hate you!” Chaoxi protested. “I’m just saying—you have to be careful when you’re out there as an Omega,”

Before she could finish, Qingqing’s stomach let out a loud grrrr.

They locked eyes for a second, then burst out laughing.

In the middle of her laughter, Qingqing snapped her fingers dramatically. “Don’t think you can change the subject! You still haven’t answered my question—I’ve been asking all the way here!”

Ah, so there was no escaping today.

Qingqing hit the car lock button with a mischievous grin.

Chaoxi sighed, resigned, and tried to recall how to describe that experience.

“The marking, how should I put it?” She thought for a moment, then said with surprising seriousness, “At first, it hurt a little. But after that.., hmm. Not bad. She bit pretty gently.”

“Pfft—HAHAHAHA!” Qingqing laughed so hard she nearly fell out of her seat.

Chaoxi’s face burned. “Enough already! Let’s just go eat!”

Even after laughing herself breathless, Qingqing made no move to get out of the car.

When Chaoxi turned to look at her, Qingqing’s expression had shifted—still serious, but with a mix of bashfulness, curiosity, and expectation.

“What does Yuan Xiao’s pheromone smell like? Is it nice?”

That.

Chaoxi smiled, her expression a mix of fondness and pain.

“Red wine. It smells good, I guess.”

She really didn’t want to remember that she’d been downing a glass of red wine right before she transmigrated. A flavor so memorable it was traumatic.

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Dragged into her predecessor’s best friend’s relentless interrogation, she had no choice but to surrender. The embarrassment level was off the charts—no way she could keep answering.

Qingqing, finally satisfied after seeing Chaoxi’s flushed face, let her off the hook. They both got out of the car.

The midsummer sun was merciless. Both Omegas, with their soft skin and delicate complexions, couldn’t stand the heat. They opened umbrellas and hurried into the restaurant.

Even inside the private room, Chaoxi was still sweating. When the waiter brought water, she frowned—it wasn’t iced—and reached to add some.

Qingqing immediately stopped her. “No ice!” she barked.

Chaoxi blinked. “Why not?”

Qingqing sighed dramatically, waved the waiter away, and whispered, “All those biology classes you slept through? Yeah, they matter now. An Omega who’s just been marked can’t drink cold stuff—you’ll get a fever!”

And there it was again. The cursed topic.

Chaoxi wanted to curl up into the floor and die of secondhand embarrassment. Still, she nodded obediently. “Okay, no ice.”

Qingqing blew her a kiss. “Good girl.”

While waiting for the dishes, Chaoxi sipped plain lemon water.

Of course, Qingqing wasn’t done. She picked up right where she’d left off in the car, as if determined to qualify as a certified gossip queen.

“So, tell me—how different is Yuan Xiao in real life compared to in her movies?”

How was she supposed to answer that?

Chaoxi hadn’t even seen that movie. She’d transmigrated straight into the wedding-night scene, and the earlier plot was a blur.

So, she rested her chin on her hand, gave Qingqing a sly smile, and threw the question back.

“What do you think Yuan Xiao is like?”

Qingqing thought about it. “I guess, we all used to think she was that noble, icy goddess type. But that’s just acting, right? An actor’s role isn’t always who they really are.”

Chaoxi nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right. She is a bit different. Still cold, but young.”

“Young? Girl, she’s only one year younger than you!”

That, however, was new information. Even the system hadn’t told her that. Chaoxi’s eyes lit up—what a great assist from her gossip-loving wingwoman!

She grinned, scheming. “Since I’m her legal wife now, how about I quiz you, her number one fan?”

“Bring it on!” Qingqing puffed up proudly. “Ask me anything!”

“What’s her favorite color?”

“Black, white, and gray!”

“How many years has she been in the industry?”

“Four!”

“How many projects has she done?”

“Four films and one TV series!”

“Height, weight, zodiac?”

“173 cm, 108 jin, Virgo! You can’t stump me—I’m her diehard fan!”

Chaoxi laughed. “Good lord, you really are a superfan.”

They kept chatting, Chaoxi mentally taking notes, and before long, she couldn’t help picturing Yuan Xiao in her mind.

The Alpha’s strength, the way she could lift Chaoxi effortlessly; her slender frame and finely drawn features. Yuan Xiao wasn’t the kind of beauty that stunned at first sight, but the kind that grew on you—the longer you looked, the more beautiful she became.

If only she smiled more often. When she did, two tiny tiger teeth peeked out, adorably sharp.

That stray thought startled Chaoxi. What the hell?

Using someone as a stand-in for your first love—that was crossing a line!

The system had sent her here to repent, not to catch feelings!

She shook her head quickly, trying to banish the thought.

Just then, the waiter brought their dishes. After a morning of shopping, the smell of food was irresistible. Chaoxi’s stomach rumbled, and Qingqing immediately dug in like a hungry beast.

Having known the original Chaoxi for years, Qingqing didn’t bother with fake manners. She piled food into Chaoxi’s bowl between mouthfuls, and Chaoxi politely returned the favor. By the end, both of them felt like they’d survived a war.

Stuffed and satisfied, Qingqing leaned back, rubbing her round belly, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Baby, I have a little idea. Not sure if I should say it.”

Chaoxi, slumped in her chair, waved lazily. “Say it.”

That familiar mischievous smile curved Qingqing’s lips again.

Chaoxi’s bad feeling returned instantly.

Qingqing crossed one leg over the other and looked at her with sparkling eyes.

“How about, we skip the afternoon tea and swing by your company to visit Yuan Xiao instead?”