How Could a Scumbag Alpha Possibly Love His Wife? - Chapter 69

At the hospital, Bai Juntang sat across from Dr. Huang, handing over several months’ worth of Cheng Wan’s prenatal checkup reports.

Although the data was available in the hospital system, Dr. Huang still took her time reading through the reports seriously. After a while, she looked up and asked, “Was it the second heat that started last night?”

Bai Juntang nodded. “Around 1 a.m. The fever didn’t subside until this morning. I wanted to ask— is this normal?”

“It’s not entirely normal,” Dr. Huang said honestly, seeing that Cheng Wan wasn’t present and that Bai Juntang seemed genuinely worried. “Her past records show that her pheromone levels have always been unstable. That’s unusual. Normally, there are fluctuations in the beginning, but during the later stages of pregnancy, things should stabilize.”

After thinking it over, Dr. Huang added, “Come in next week for a prenatal exam. I’ll also schedule a gland function test for her. Once the results are in, we’ll have a clearer idea of what’s going on.”

Seeing Bai Juntang’s worried expression, Dr. Huang tried to reassure her. “Experiencing heats during pregnancy is common. What’s unusual is how frequently your Omega is experiencing them. It could be related to long-term use of suppressants when she was younger. Every Omega’s body is different. Don’t stress too much. Just avoid traveling for now, stay close to her, and once we get the results, we’ll go from there.”

Bai Juntang left the hospital with the medical forms in hand. She had gone early that morning. After calling Aunt Pei and learning that Cheng Wan was still asleep, she made a quick trip to the office to take care of work and plan ahead for the next few days.

When Cheng Wan eventually woke up, she was really hungry, but still wanted to wait and eat with Bai Juntang. So after finishing a bowl of soup, she held back and instead nibbled on small bread rolls.

Their cat, Guazi, a chubby orange tabby, caught the scent of the bread and padded over, meowing for a bite. The two of them sat curled up on the couch, watching TV and eating together.

Around five in the evening, Cheng Wan, with her keen hearing, noticed a car pulling into the driveway. She carefully got up from the couch and headed to the front door.

As soon as the door opened, Bai Juntang saw Cheng Wan standing there, heavily pregnant and holding their round-faced orange cat in her arms. The sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting her long shadow across the room.

“You’re back,” Cheng Wan greeted her, her voice still slightly hoarse but sounding much better than in the morning. Smiling softly, she added, “Aunt Pei already finished cooking. We’re just waiting for you.”

Bai Juntang stood there for a second, taking it all in—her Omega waiting at the door, holding their cat. This must be what people meant when they talked about the warmth of home.

“What did she make?” Bai Juntang asked, changing her shoes as she walked in. She ruffled Cheng Wan’s hair gently. “What time did you wake up today?”

Of course, she already knew. Aunt Pei had sent her a voice message as soon as Cheng Wan got up. She just wanted to keep the conversation going.

Cheng Wan shifted Guazi in her arms, her cheeks turning red. “A little after four.”

Bai Juntang looked at her with a warm gaze. Seeing that Aunt Pei was still in the kitchen and not paying attention, she leaned in and lightly kissed Cheng Wan on the lips.

Cheng Wan didn’t stop her, but her face flushed even deeper. After the soft kiss, she buried her face against Guazi, too shy to meet Bai Juntang’s eyes. “Let’s eat. I haven’t eaten all day. I’m really hungry,” she whispered.

“Alright.” Bai Juntang stroked Guazi’s head and took Cheng Wan’s hand. “Let’s go eat.”

Aunt Pei had been away for over two weeks. As soon as she returned, she thoroughly cleaned the house. While the robot vacuum had helped a bit, it couldn’t match a person’s thoroughness.

After dinner, she changed the sheets and bedding in both bedrooms, then tossed the accumulated laundry into the wash.

The washing machine rumbled noisily. Bai Juntang went back to her study to catch up on work. Cheng Wan, left with nothing to do, sat on the couch for a while. Eventually, she wandered into the laundry room, thinking she might help Aunt Pei hang the clothes.

“Aunt Pei,” she called, seeing the room full of freshly washed bedding. “Need any help? I can hang some of these.”

“You shouldn’t be doing chores,” Aunt Pei replied while pulling sheets from the machine. “Go back and watch your show. The floor here’s slippery. Be careful not to fall.”

And just like that, she hustled off with a basket full of laundry, heading out to the yard.

Aunt Pei had always been like that. She couldn’t stand anything left untidy. Day or night, she’d clean. Luckily, the yard had a retractable canopy, so drying clothes at night wasn’t a problem.

Cheng Wan gently patted her belly, sighing. Aunt Pei wouldn’t let her lift a finger. At this point, it really seemed like all she could do was rest and be taken care of.

Just as she was about to return to the living room, her eyes caught sight of a laundry basket in the corner. Inside were Bai Juntang’s clothes from that day—her business skirt and a lightweight sun jacket. The fabrics were delicate and couldn’t be machine-washed. Aunt Pei had planned to wash them separately.

Because it had been a warm day, Bai Juntang’s clothes still held the faint trace of her pheromones.

Cheng Wan stood beside the basket and immediately picked up the scent. Her heart began to race. Something stirred inside her—an oddly familiar, yearning feeling.

She suddenly had the urge to take the clothes.

The thought shocked her.

She wasn’t like this before. Why was it that just catching Bai Juntang’s scent made her feel this way?

Afraid of what might come next, she quickly turned and walked away without looking back at the basket.

That night, lying in bed, Cheng Wan kept thinking about it. She told herself it was wrong. Even if Bai Juntang was her Alpha, wanting to steal her clothes was too much. That would make her… weird.

But even as she tried to shake it off, she couldn’t stop herself from longing for Bai Juntang’s embrace, the way it felt that night—warm, safe, and filled with her scent.

With those thoughts swirling in her head, Cheng Wan slept restlessly. Just past five in the morning, Sui Sui started kicking again, waking her up.

Cheng Wan sat up slowly, holding her belly. Lately, sleep had become harder and harder. And now, she was starting to notice her hands and feet were a little swollen. It wasn’t too bad yet, but it was definitely uncomfortable.

Cheng Wan struggled to sit up in bed, thinking to herself that maybe she really should cut down on drinking water at night.

She pulled open the curtains and looked outside. The sun was already bright and warm, even though it was just past five in the morning. It was rare for her to wake up this early, and a craving suddenly hit her—she really wanted some of the soup dumplings and savory breakfast pancakes sold at the street corner stand.

Aunt Pei usually didn’t let her eat those, saying they weren’t clean and weren’t good for her or the baby. But today felt special. She was up early and craving those street foods more than anything.

After debating for a while, Cheng Wan decided that her day wouldn’t feel right without those dumplings and pancakes. She changed clothes, ready to sneak out and buy breakfast.

It had been a while since she last went out, and when she opened her wardrobe, she realized hardly any of her clothes fit. In the end, she chose the same dress she wore a few days ago—the one Bai Juntang had bought her a while back.

Just as she opened her bedroom door, she heard someone in the kitchen. Her heart sank.

Uh-oh. If Aunt Pei was up, then there was no way she was getting that street breakfast.

But then a familiar voice called out, “Why are you up so early?”

Cheng Wan paused in surprise. It wasn’t Aunt Pei. It was Bai Juntang, standing in the kitchen with a glass of water in her hand.

“You’re up?” Cheng Wan asked, blinking at her.

“I was thirsty, just came down for some water. I’ll go back upstairs soon,” Bai Juntang replied, eyeing Cheng Wan from head to toe. She glanced at the clock—just past five—and noticed how fully dressed Cheng Wan was.

She narrowed her eyes slightly. “Where are you planning to go, dressed like that?”

Feeling a little awkward under her gaze, Cheng Wan hesitated for a moment before confessing, “I wanted to get some breakfast. The street stand at the corner—soup dumplings and those pancakes with vegetables…”

“Those aren’t very clean,” Bai Juntang said.

Cheng Wan pouted slightly. She knew they probably weren’t the most hygienic, but she couldn’t help how much she craved them, especially today.

Bai Juntang looked at her for a moment, then seemed to let it go. She placed the glass back on the table and walked over. “If you want to eat it, I’ll go with you. You shouldn’t go out alone right now.”

Cheng Wan brightened instantly. But still, she tried to defend herself a little. “I can actually go out by myself. Omegas aren’t that fragile, you know. I’d be fine.”

Bai Juntang didn’t mention the hospital visit from the day before. Instead, she sighed and said, “Wait here. I’ll go upstairs and change.”

As she watched Bai Juntang head back up, Cheng Wan rubbed her face and couldn’t help smiling.

This would be their first time going out together for street food. The thought alone made her feel excited.

Bai Juntang came down shortly after in a fresh change of clothes. Before they left, she told Aunt Pei not to prepare breakfast for the two of them and asked if she wanted anything brought back.

Aunt Pei, as expected, grumbled about how unsanitary street food was and how Cheng Wan shouldn’t eat it. But in the end, she still gave in and told Bai Juntang to bring her something “if it looks alright,” and dropped the breakfast prep altogether.

With everything settled, Bai Juntang took Cheng Wan outside.

By then, the sun had climbed even higher, and the air was noticeably warmer.

Cheng Wan wore a sun hat, and Bai Juntang held her hand as they strolled slowly toward the street.

Noticing the faint pink flush on Cheng Wan’s cheeks from the heat, Bai Juntang’s eyes softened. She asked gently, “How are you feeling today?”

Cheng Wan blinked. “What do you mean?”

“Your body. Any discomfort?”

She kept her tone casual. She hadn’t figured out how to ask more directly—like whether Cheng Wan was experiencing anything unusual or even… if she wanted her to bite her.

Cheng Wan gave it some serious thought. Lately, with her growing belly, she was getting kicked awake every morning, swelling a bit, and her back and legs ached after lying down too long. Honestly, there wasn’t a single part of her that felt comfortable.

But seeing Bai Juntang looking at her with such concern, she smiled and said, “No, everything’s fine.”

Bai Juntang nodded and squeezed her hand. “Once I get everything settled at work, I’ll spend more time at home with you.”

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