Transmigrated as a Scum Alpha: Now I Have a Wife via the Heartless Dao - Chapter 30

In Yu Qianyan’s mind, the two sentences she had just uttered were harsh, but they should have been enough to immediately put an end to this absurd entanglement.

But just as Rong Shu had underestimated Yu Qianyan’s persistence in her self-restraint, Yu Qianyan had also underestimated Rong Shu’s psychological fortitude.

The beautiful Omega, hovering above her, only paused for a second before sneering at the naive Alpha, “What does whether you love me or not have to do with me?”

She was determined to have her way today, and not even the heavens could talk her out of it!

Yu Qianyan was stunned. Realizing Rong Shu was dead set on getting her way, she no longer cared about hurting her. She used all her strength to flip the woman off, then did a swift roll to gain distance, springing up a few meters away and staring at Rong Shu with vigilance.

Rong Shu, however, lay still on the floor after being pushed off. Her long black hair spread out beneath her like a dangerous, bewitching vine. She raised an arm to block most of her face, revealing only a delicate, upturned nose tip and a sliver of her smooth chin.

Yu Qianyan stared at Rong Shu, her posture gradually relaxing, the vigilance in her eyes fading.

She wanted to just leave, but for one thing, she was still undressed. If she hastily threw on a jacket and ran out, the risk of being seen was too high. Previously, she had been fueled by a burst of adrenaline and wasn’t thinking about dignity, but now that the momentum had been broken, she didn’t dare to be reckless.

Although it sounded quiet outside, what if she happened to run into other guests leaving their rooms?

For another thing, she couldn’t bring herself to worry about Rong Shu. It was obvious that if she left now, the moment she stepped out of the room, this audacious woman would likely throw away all her suppressants and endure the heat cycle in an almost self-abusive manner.

Yu Qianyan finally realized with clarity that her little wife possessed a hidden determination, always ready to burn bridges and perish together. In a way, this could be seen as an extreme tendency toward self-destruction.

It sounded terrifying and crazy, yet to Yu Qianyan, she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pity mixed with sadness for Rong Shu.

She sighed, walked over to pick up her bathrobe, put it on, and went into the inner room to find a new suppressant.

Before leaving the inner room, she glanced at the trash can and, as expected, saw the suppressant she had prepared for Rong Shu earlier, forcing a helpless, bitter smile.

When Yu Qianyan returned to the outer room, Rong Shu was still lying there, though her body had curled up, arching her back into a beautiful curve.

Her back was slender, the outline of her vertebrae barely visible beneath smooth, translucent skin. Because she was lying on her side, her lines looked exceptionally clean and sharp. Her shoulder blades were flat, but down at her waist, it dipped into a deep, inviting hollow. At her hips, the curves turned sharply, which, along with a pair of delicate dimples, made her waist seem even slimmer and her hips rounder.

Her two long legs were half-bent and intertwined, an angle that was perfect on its own. Coupled with her impeccable body proportions, she looked graceful and incredibly alluring at a single glance.

Yu Qianyan didn’t dare look any longer. She averted her gaze, crouched down, and first shook out a blanket to cover Rong Shu’s body. Then, she took one of her thin arms from under the blanket to prepare for the injection.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side, blocking Yu Qianyan’s movement. Her lips, hidden in the shadows, parted slightly as she spoke, her voice thin as a mosquito’s hum, “Don’t inject it there.”

Then, that hand moved toward the bump at the nape of her neck, pinching it suggestively, “Inject it here.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. There is no such thing as injecting a suppressant directly into the gland. It will hurt you to death!”

“Pain?” Rong Shu turned her face slightly toward Yu Qianyan, revealing tear-filled eyes full of stubbornness and grievance. Half mocking and half vulnerable, she said, “I don’t mind the pain. A permanent mark is bitten on the gland anyway. Since you won’t mark me, a shot there would be the next best thing.”

“You’re spouting nonsense again.”

Yu Qianyan ignored her, brushed away the troublesome hand, found a fleshy spot on the arm she was holding, and gently pushed the suppressant in.

Rong Shu felt the tenderness in Yu Qianyan’s movements and, for once, didn’t make any more trouble. After the injection, she just stared quietly at the metallic, sharp needle tip. A moment later, she asked softly, “If you don’t love me, can you not give me a permanent mark? What about a temporary one?”

“Naturally, that is not possible either.”

“But you gave me a temporary mark before, on the day of the engagement.”

“That was a special circumstance.”

Seeing that Rong Shu’s emotions were gradually stabilizing, Yu Qianyan wrapped her tightly in the blanket like a spring roll, then picked her up horizontally and carried her to the inner room.

Rong Shu didn’t say another word, quietly and obediently letting Yu Qianyan do whatever she wanted, cooperating completely.

This harmonious and quiet atmosphere reminded Yu Qianyan of the good old days when she taught Rong Shu to practice swordsmanship. Her expression softened, and her movements became even gentler.

She placed Rong Shu on the bed, lifted the quilt, tucked the “human spring roll” into the covers, covered her up, and then fetched clean pajamas to slide under the blanket, telling Rong Shu to crawl out of the blanket and put them on herself.

Once the movement under the quilt stopped, Yu Qianyan carefully lifted a corner of the bed at the foot, and once she was sure Rong Shu had put on the clothes, she pulled the quilt all the way open. She smoothed out the wrinkled blanket to use as a mattress pad, let Rong Shu lie on it, and finally pulled the quilt back up, tucking in the corners tightly.

“Sleep now, I’ll take you home tomorrow morning.”

Rong Shu’s eyes were bright, and she looked at Yu Qianyan, clutching the edge of the quilt, “Am I not going to take a bath?”

“Are you willing to go wash up by yourself?”

“You wash me.”

She said it so matter-of-factly, as if after marriage, it was only natural for an Alpha to bathe their Omega.

Yu Qianyan couldn’t help but laugh, giving Rong Shu a light flick on the forehead, “You’re dreaming.”

“I’m going to sleep outside. Be good. I’ve already told my mother about postponing the honeymoon, and she doesn’t mind. After we get home tomorrow, we’ll continue practicing swordplay and previewing your military academy courses. Are you sure you don’t need another two days of rest?”

Rong Shu didn’t reply, just stared at Yu Qianyan with her dark, shining pupils, like a spirit that emerged only at night to bewitch people’s minds, or like a not-quite-domesticated little beast, hiding all her thoughts in her clear eyes.

Yu Qianyan’s heart was suddenly scorched, jumping fiercely, and she left in a silence that felt like a hasty escape.

Before leaving, she turned off the lights in the inner room and took the opportunity to lock the door from the outside, so that no one could launch a sneak attack in the middle of the night.

Rong Shu curled up in the warm quilt, with the thick blanket underneath and the fluffy comforter on top, it was warm enough to make her sweat.

In the quiet suite, the sound of the door being locked from the outside seemed particularly abrupt. Rong Shu’s ears twitched, and then she burst into wild laughter under the covers.

The sound of the door locking paused, then sped up as if finishing in a hurry, followed by the sound of panicked footsteps fading away. Rong Shu imagined Yu Qianyan’s embarrassment after being seen through, and she was absolutely delighted.

Fine, although she hadn’t managed to have her way with Yu Qianyan, it wasn’t a total loss. At least she had advanced a little bit past her bottom line.

This Yu Qianyan, for now, fit her tastes in every way, so Rong Shu didn’t mind waiting a little longer for this top-tier, delicious meal.

After all, she would end up being eaten by her sooner or later, so everything that happened before could be treated as a little foreplay to extend the satisfaction.

The suppressant began to take effect, and the exhaustion of a long day rushed over her twofold.

In the darkness, Rong Shu air-traced the soft shapes she had been just inches away from grasping and playing with. The more she thought about it, the more it felt like a vanilla ice cream topped with bright red strawberries. She deeply regretted not being a little more agile at the time, even if she could have just grabbed a handful.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Before sinking completely into the boundless dreamland, Rong Shu set a small goal for herself.

Before the start of school, she would at least taste the flavor of the strawberry-topped ice cream.

If she really couldn’t taste it, a squeeze would do.

Yu Qianyan, sleeping in the outer room, had no idea that someone on the other side of the door was plotting mischief.

She had just turned off the lights and was trying hard to fall asleep, but unfortunately, it was to little effect.

Logically speaking, even with her superior physique and abundant energy, after being tossed about all day, and having hard-fought her way through her heat cycle, she should have felt tired and drowsy.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, her mind seemed to have an automatic slide projector running, reviewing all the stunning moments of the day over and over. Every single frame featured that same peerless, beautiful face.

The panic as she fell on the landing pad, the anger as she questioned her by the wishing fountain, the intoxication of their deep kiss under the water, the domineering force she used to make her submit, the innocence she feigned before sleep.

One person, a thousand faces. Fickle and capricious, unpredictable in every way, yet making it impossible not to cast one’s gaze upon her at all times, like a traveler trekking through endless yellow sand chasing the only oasis.

This was a normal reaction because Rong Shu was such an enchanting Omega.

But this was also abnormal, because Yu Qianyan should not be bewitched by any existence, nor should she stop for anyone.

When long-term focused attention and looking after someone’s every need became a habit, the accumulation of emotional bias seemed to become inevitable.

Yu Qianyan touched her chest, feeling the irregular beating in her ribcage, her thoughts drifting uncontrollably toward some ambiguous assumptions.

If she hadn’t resisted in time, and Rong Shu’s wicked claws had succeeded in touching her chest… would she still have been able to refuse so firmly?

This seemed to be an unanswerable question. Yu Qianyan only pondered for a second before subconsciously choosing to avoid it.

“It’s all just an illusion,” she muttered to herself, “Any justice-minded person would make the same choice I did.”

Just as the words fell, Yu Qianyan’s body stiffened suddenly. She quickly held her breath, focusing all her attention on listening for sounds from the inner room.

Only after confirming that there was only the sound of soft, long, shallow breathing in the inner room did Yu Qianyan let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness she’s asleep.”

Yu Qianyan didn’t delve into why she felt that sudden worry, but instead secretly calculated the difference in hearing between an S-rank physique and a 3S-rank physique. After concluding that the difference was significant, she finally let her raised heart settle back into her stomach.

The heart-shaped pink diamond on her ring finger refracted a faint light in the darkness. Yu Qianyan glanced down, rubbed the ring with her thumb, felt the coarse friction of the rope pattern against her skin, and only then, as if jolted awake, turned the ring around, with the band facing out and the pink diamond facing in.

Drowsiness gradually invaded her reason. In her hazy, half-dreaming state, a flash of lightning suddenly struck Yu Qianyan’s brain, and she jolted upright like someone rising from the dead.

“No, this is wrong.” Yu Qianyan reviewed all the events that had occurred after the wedding, and then compared them with the image Rong Shu had shown her when they first met. She vaguely sensed something strange, narrowed her eyes, and quickly came to a conclusion, “She’s acting.”

“The marriage is registered, the wedding ceremony is done, the dust has only just settled, and her attitude toward me has changed drastically.”

“Marriage fraud! This is marriage fraud!”