Transmigrated as a Scum Alpha: Now I Have a Wife via the Heartless Dao - Chapter 38

Until they reached the front of the dormitory building, Yu Qianyan followed closely behind Rong Shu. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to walk side-by-side with her, but every time she got even a little bit close, Rong Shu would suddenly accelerate without a word, bolting forward, and only resuming her normal pace once the distance was restored to how it was before.

After a few times of this, Yu Qianyan finally understood what she was doing. She obediently trailed behind, keeping her eyes on Rong Shu’s back, feeling a bit aggrieved and confused, weren’t they fine just a moment ago? Why is she still ignoring me?

This “follow-the-leader” state continued until Rong Shu opened her dormitory door.

Before going inside, Rong Shu glanced back at Yu Qianyan. Seeing her expression was a mix of bewilderment and awkwardness, she found it somewhat amusing, but she deliberately furrowed her brows and scrutinized her suspiciously: “Why aren’t you back in your own dorm? Why are you following me?”

“I…”

“What, have regrets? Didn’t expect me to actually take your communicator? You wish you hadn’t given it to me, right? Seeing you stuttering like that, what’s wrong? Got a guilty conscience? Excited to see so many Betas with different styles? Now that you’ve got an Omega at home, you want to pick two Betas to change up your palate? Right, Betas are great, aren’t they? Can’t be marked anyway, won’t leave evidence to be found, and since you’re all in the same school, it’s convenient to do whatever, isn’t it? So many people, and they all proactively sent photos. Come on, look at who you’ve taken a fancy to. Do you want me, your ‘official spouse,’ to help you vet them?”

“I didn’t”

“Don’t like Betas? Pity there are no Omegas in the school. Oh, wait, maybe there are. Look at me, didn’t I sneak in? Should I go ask my roommate and see if she’s an ‘Omega disguised as a Beta’? I noticed your evaluation of her wasn’t low, and she even said herself that she thinks you’re great. Does that count as ‘mutual affection’? ‘Moving towards each other’? Wow, if that’s the case, I’m almost starting to ship you two. Hey? If we count it like that, am I supposed to be the stepping stone to your love, or the obstacle to your happiness? Should I be broad-minded, turn a blind eye, or just step down from my position voluntarily?”

“Don’t talk nonsense…”

“Don’t like my roommate either? Then what kind do you like? Don’t tell me you’ve had a sudden change of taste and are planning to try an Alpha? It’s not impossible, though Alphas are hard to handle. If you run into one with a high temperament and a high rank, you two might have to fight to decide who’s the top and who’s the bottom before you can even get to the point…”

Yu Qianyan opened her mouth several times to explain, only to be cut off by Rong Shu’s rapid-fire questioning. The sheer emotional intensity and logical tightness left Yu Qianyan awestruck; every time she barely caught a few words, she couldn’t keep up with the rhythm, and her head began to spin.

Seeing that Rong Shu’s topic had veered into a bizarre direction that couldn’t be pulled back even by a starship, Yu Qianyan’s body acted faster than her reason. She lunged forward and covered Rong Shu’s mouth, manually muting her.

“Can you just listen to me for a second…”

Yu Qianyan abruptly let go and stepped back, tucking the hand that had covered Rong Shu’s mouth behind her back. She wanted to clench it into a fist several times, but couldn’t bear to close her palm.

“finish,” she muttered the final syllable, pressing her lips tightly together. After a momentary skipped beat, her heart began to race violently.

The warm, damp sensation of Rong Shu’s tongue tip against her palm gradually turned cold and dry in the air, but that electric shock of a moment felt deeply etched onto her hand, faintly burning.

Just as Yu Qianyan’s reaction of covering her mouth in the heat of the moment hadn’t surprised Rong Shu, Yu Qianyan, despite feeling somewhat helpless, was used to Rong Shu’s unpredictability. Even after processing her own reaction, she felt a sense of grounding, a feeling of “as expected.”

Perhaps habit and heart-fluttering moments aren’t opposites. One can familiarly predict the other’s next move countless times, yet still be stirred by it over and over again.

Rong Shu leaned back against the doorframe, arms crossed, and pointed her chin at Yu Qianyan. “Fine, speak. I’ll wait for you to finish.”

Yu Qianyan paused, explaining with a wry smile: “I was trying to say that since I gave you the communicator, I’m just staying here waiting for you to finish up. I’m not going out, so you won’t have trouble reaching me if something urgent comes up.”

Rong Shu waited a few seconds, but didn’t get a hint of blame in return. She felt both puzzled and stifled, like throwing a punch into a pile of cotton.

She’d said such nasty things, and Yu Qianyan wasn’t even angry?

She’d prepared for an argument, and this was it?

Rong Shu frowned slightly, staring at Yu Qianyan without a sound, intently observing her expression and eyes. Her eyelids fluttered, and a faint, confused helplessness flickered brightly in her gaze, like a flare signal from a survivor trying to save themselves.

Yu Qianyan vaguely sensed this silent question, but she didn’t volunteer anything, waiting for Rong Shu to ask her.

And just as Yu Qianyan guessed, Rong Shu couldn’t suppress the confusion in her heart and asked: “I’m being suspicious and slandering you, and you’re not angry? Don’t you think I’m petty and crazy?”

“You just lack security.” Yu Qianyan found this perfectly natural and said quite frankly: “I don’t have any thoughts of betraying our marriage, so I’m not going to be triggered and jump to conclusions over a few words. And you are my Omega… I mean, we are already married, so giving you enough security is my responsibility. Therefore, within my capabilities, you can ask me for anything to feel secure. As long as you don’t cross the bottom line, I won’t be angry.”

“What’s the bottom line?”

“The bottom line…” Yu Qianyan thought about it, and for a moment, she couldn’t really find anything she found particularly unacceptable. After pondering for a long time, she tentatively offered one.

“Not letting me practice swordplay? Being jealous of my sword?”

Rong Shu immediately raised her eyebrows in shock and anger: “Wait a minute, you make it clear to me, is your sword more important, or am I?”

Yu Qianyan’s gaze drifted, and she began to swallow hard, but no matter how much she swallowed, her throat still felt dry, and her lips wouldn’t open as if glued shut.

Rong Shu, however, didn’t give her room to retreat and kept pressing: “If both my sword and I were hanging from a tower, and you could only choose one, and the other would be thrown down and smashed to pieces, which one would you save?”

“If you encountered space pirates during an interstellar trip, and you could only take one thing with you while fleeing a ship that was about to explode, would you take me or your sword?”

“If I had a terminal illness, and your sword had to be ground into powder to serve as medicine to save me, would you choose to preserve your sword and let me die, or grind the sword to save me?”

“Don’t play dumb. Answer immediately! Speak!”

What a mess of questions!

Yu Qianyan didn’t want to answer, nor did she want to choose any of them.

Yet, Rong Shu had been bottling up anger since she found out about the gossip post. Being repeatedly provoked and then suppressed, she had long wanted to find an opportunity to vent. That was why she had spewed all that nonsense to provoke Yu Qianyan. While suspicion accounted for most of it, there was definitely a part of her looking for trouble just to pick a fight.

The fact that Yu Qianyan said what she did moved Rong Shu, but it also signaled the failure of this new round of nitpicking. Now that she had finally found an angle to attack, she wouldn’t let it go easily.

Seeing Yu Qianyan speechless and turning to slip away, Rong Shu decisively grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it backward with force. Yu Qianyan, terrified of having to answer a life-or-death choice, scrambled forward frantically.

The shirt Yu Qianyan was wearing today was just ordinary casual wear and had no anti-violence functionality. Caught between the immense pulling force of an S-rank and a 3S-rank, it didn’t last ten seconds before emitting a sharp, screeching sound of “rip!” and a large piece of fabric was torn off, officially signaling the shirt’s demise.

Yu Qianyan, being back-turned to the tear, didn’t realize the damage immediately. She only noticed Rong Shu suddenly loosen her grip after the sound of tearing fabric, stumbled forward, and then felt a cold draft at her waist.

It wasn’t that it was cold; it was just a very abrupt chill, as if that was the only place on her entire body without clothes.

Subconsciously looking back, yep, there was indeed no fabric left on her lower back, just a large, jagged, gaping hole, with several long threads dangling.

Yu Qianyan quickly covered her skin and turned around, catching a trace of regret on Rong Shu’s face, and immediately became embarrassed and angry.

You tore my clothes, and you’re actually regretting it! What are you regretting? Do you think you didn’t tear enough?!

Rong Shu was, of course, regretting that Yu Qianyan had turned around too quickly, not letting her admire enough of that slender, strong waist, the clear outline of abdominal muscles, and the V-line that had been faintly visible when she turned. All of it demonstrated the sense of power and sexual tension contained in Yu Qianyan’s body, making her uncontrollably recall the night of their wedding, the spring scenery after the bathrobe was cast aside.

Rong Shu tutted twice, folded the torn piece of fabric carefully, and tucked it into her pocket, then pouted slightly with some dissatisfaction. “So stingy.”

Deep down, Yu Qianyan was still that upright sword cultivator. Standing in a public hallway, disheveled and exposed, felt overly unrestrained and was excruciatingly uncomfortable. Even if no one was in the hallway, it didn’t matter; she wanted to go back to her dorm and change immediately.

But Rong Shu clearly didn’t want to let her leave. Her anxiety flared up, and she wanted to just walk away regardless of anything else.

In the end, she could only cover her waist and lean against the wall, trying as hard as she could to hide the hole. Her posture was awkward, but at least she felt a bit more secure.

Rong Shu also knew she had gone a bit too far. The anger she had just gathered was scattered once again. She said gruffly: “I’ll pay you for two new ones, big deal.”

“No need.” Yu Qianyan’s refusal made a smooth, silky turn after receiving Rong Shu’s threatening glare: “…If you bought them separately, wait until you have time to go to the store, and you can buy them for me then.”

“What’s with ‘waiting until I have time’? Let’s just go next day off. Let’s go to Boss Jian’s place again; it’s the change of season anyway, I need to buy new ones too.”

“Whatever works for you.” Yu Qianyan agreed to everything, just wanting to leave quickly: “Can I go back and change my clothes now?”

“In your dreams. You haven’t answered a single one of those questions from just now! Hurry up and tell me, between me and the sword, which is more important to you! In a crisis, who would you pick? I’m warning you, no lying, and no coaxing me. I want the truth!”

Yu Qianyan deliberated before speaking: “Honestly, the sword and you are equally important. But if those situations you described really happened, I would choose you every single time.”

These words were indeed Yu Qianyan’s true feelings, not mixed with a shred of falsehood.

Sword cultivators do value their swords more than their lives. Most sword cultivators in Lingyun Sect, even if they don’t practice the Heartless Dao, might not necessarily find a partner. They spend their days hugging their natal swords, calling them “wife” or “husband” affectionately. When their pockets are slightly more comfortable and they have spare spirit stones, they dump them all into the maintenance of their natal sword, calling it “raising my wife/husband.”

But this doesn’t mean they would stand by and watch someone die for the sake of a sword, disregarding the lives of innocent people. Not to mention that Rong Shu wasn’t a stranger, she was her Omega. How could Yu Qianyan watch Rong Shu die for a substitute of her natal sword?

Not to mention her sword right now wasn’t “Cangsheng” (All Living Things). If it were destroyed, at worst she’d just forge another. Even if it were the true “Cangsheng” and it was a final choice between the sword and Rong Shu, she would still choose Rong Shu.

“Cangsheng” had a spirit. Even if the sword body were damaged, as long as the sword spirit wasn’t extinguished, it could be repaired once materials were collected. Naturally, saving Rong Shu was more urgent.

And if the sword spirit were also destroyed… then Yu Qianyan would choose Rong Shu even more.

If she couldn’t protect her own sword spirit or her Omega, her century of cultivation would have been for nothing. She’d better save Rong Shu first, then go to the afterlife with her natal sword, reincarnate, and cultivate all over again. She would have no face left to linger in the world.

Thinking this, Yu Qianyan couldn’t help but feel a longing for “Cangsheng.” Unexpectedly, as her thoughts stirred, a wave of warmth surged in her Dantian.

Yu Qianyan was startled, looking down at her Dantian, muttering aloud: “Cangsheng?”

“What?” Rong Shu asked. It wasn’t that she hadn’t heard clearly; she just didn’t understand why Yu Qianyan had suddenly muttered the name of a sword. Could it be that she actually felt guilty toward the sword because of her hypothetical questions?

The warmth vanished abruptly the moment Rong Shu spoke, vanishing as quickly as an illusion.

Yu Qianyan came to her senses and shook her head with a sense of loss: “Nothing. I’m going back to change my clothes.”

“Wait.”

Rong Shu called her back, fished out Yu Qianyan’s communicator from her pocket, and tossed it back. “Take it.”

Yu Qianyan caught it, checked it, and didn’t find the associated account Rong Shu had set up. She asked, puzzled.

Rong Shu snorted: “Did you really think I was that petty? Handle your own messages. I have no interest in looking at them.”

After saying that, she returned to her dorm without looking back, swung her hand behind her, and shut the door with a “bang.”

The sound wasn’t loud, and it couldn’t be called slamming the door. Yu Qianyan stood there for a while, pondering whether Rong Shu was actually angry and whether she should knock on the door and shove the communicator back to her.

The wind generated by the door closing brushed gently against Yu Qianyan’s exposed waist a gentle reminder. Perhaps she should go back and change her clothes first.

Yu Qianyan happily accepted this hint, interpreting it as an unspoken implication in Rong Shu’s words. She tucked away the communicator, covered her lower back with one hand, opened her door with the other, and quickly darted inside.

Before changing out of the torn clothes, Yu Qianyan thought for a moment and sent a message to Jian Chuan, asking if there were any new arrivals in the shop recently. Then, she set the communicator aside and went into her room to change.

The communicator lay there, lonely. Before long, it chimed with an incoming message.

Accompanying the ringtone was a flash of red light from an application on the communicator’s screen.

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