I Heard I’m a Scummy Alpha? [Transmigration] - Chapter 77

The guesthouse they stayed in had three bedrooms in total. Naturally, Yan Zui and Peng Xueyu each got their own, while Qi Yunwei and Qiao Haiyue—being the same gender—were assigned to share one.

The production team thought they had arranged things quite thoughtfully, but as soon as the room assignments were announced, aside from Peng Xueyu, the other three showed clear reluctance.

If Qi Yunwei and Qiao Haiyue had some personal conflict and didn’t want to room together, the staff could understand. But what did this have to do with Yan Zui? Why was she also unwilling?

The remaining rooms were already taken up by staff, four or five crammed into each. When Qiao Haiyue privately asked the crew to find her another bedroom, they had no choice but to explain the situation: there really wasn’t any other room available.

Qiao Haiyue returned with a heavy heart. Peng Xueyu, fresh out of the shower, saw her and immediately said:

“Haiyue, go take a shower. You’re exhausted today—get some rest early.”

Only when she heard “shower” did Qiao Haiyue realize how sticky and uncomfortable she felt. She went into the bathroom and had a long, thorough wash.

Changing into pajamas, she pushed open the door to the room she was to share with Qi Yunwei, expecting to see the person she disliked most. To her surprise, Qi Yunwei wasn’t there.

It was already dark outside. Qiao Haiyue yawned and climbed onto the heated brick bed to sleep.

Fortunately, the kang was long enough that, even with both of them lying on it, there was space for four or five people in between.

She was utterly drained today, and the moment her head touched the pillow, she was out.

The nighttime scenes weren’t part of the livestream. After collecting the equipment, the crew retreated to rest, and the courtyard fell quiet.

Qi Yunwei and Yan Zui returned from a walk; by then the bathroom was empty, and even the steam had dispersed.

After Yan Zui showered and went back to her room, Qi Yunwei first retrieved her sleepwear from her assigned room, then went to shower—and afterward slipped directly into Yan Zui’s bedroom.

The light was still on inside, curtains drawn. Qi Yunwei closed the door behind her and climbed onto the kang beside Yan Zui.

Yan Zui was on her phone, lying with her back turned. When Qi Yunwei lay down, she turned over to face her.

Seeing how focused Yan Zui was, Qi Yunwei asked softly:

“What are you looking at?”

Yan Zui set the phone down, her clear blue-black eyes meeting Qi Yunwei’s.

“Nothing important.”

They used the same brand of body wash, and lying close, the fragrances mingled into one.

Qi Yunwei suddenly felt nervous. She averted her gaze and asked:

“Why didn’t you give that folded bill to Qiao Haiyue today?”

Yan Zui’s lashes lowered slightly. Then she asked, out of the blue:

“Who is it—the person you like?”

She had always enjoyed the hazy ambiguity between them, but after Qi Yunwei’s sudden confession earlier, she discovered that having things defined made her even happier.

Qi Yunwei looked at her in surprise.

“Why are you asking this now?”

Yan Zui shifted closer, close enough that their breaths mingled. Qi Yunwei froze, unsure of what she intended.

“Who is she? Someone I know?” Yan Zui’s gentle voice sent a tingling shiver across Qi Yunwei’s scalp.

Qi Yunwei: “…”

Could it be, had Yan Zui already guessed?

Qi Yunwei hesitated, caught between holding back and confessing outright.

But if Yan Zui rejected her, so be it.

“It’s you. The one I like is you.” Qi Yunwei met her gaze, speaking with quiet conviction.

Yan Zui’s eyes flickered, surprise softening her expression.

“Since when?”

Qi Yunwei’s voice dropped.

“Before I ever started learning to cook for you.”

“I know I may have done things before that cast a shadow in your heart, and you might not return my feelings. That’s fine. I’ve already decided—I’ll chase you for the rest of my life if I have to.”

Yan Zui’s lashes trembled. Her voice was low:

“Are you sure you’re really the one who did something wrong?”

Qi Yunwei’s heart tightened, but she forced calm.

“I did take advantage of your vulnerable state to mark you.”

Had Yan Zui discovered something?

“But in truth, I’m grateful,” Yan Zui suddenly said, shifting the topic. “Grateful that it was you who marked me that day.”

“At first, yes, I was prejudiced against you. But now, those biases have been erased—by you, yourself.”

“Qi Yunwei.” She leaned up, brushed a kiss against the corner of Qi Yunwei’s lips, and whispered, “Have I ever told you? You’re a very likable Alpha.”

Qi Yunwei froze.

Her fingers rose to touch her lips. Swallowing hard, she looked back at Yan Zui.

“Do, do you like me too?”

Yan Zui smiled faintly at her stunned expression.

“Yes. I like you too.”

Qi Yunwei couldn’t believe her luck—that the person she liked actually liked her back.

Then Yan Zui handed her something. Qi Yunwei’s cheeks flamed when she saw what it was.

“This, this is the one-yuan note I gave you.”

“I folded it into a heart,” Yan Zui said, placing it in her palm. “Because it’s my answer—it couldn’t be given to Qiao Haiyue.”

Qi Yunwei closed her fingers around it. Her voice softened.

“Then your heart belongs to me now.”

After confessing, both of them were flushed with excitement, staring at each other with no desire to look away.

But they were still filming a variety show, with tasks waiting in the morning. If they didn’t sleep now, they wouldn’t last tomorrow.

Qi Yunwei turned off the light. The room fell into darkness.

As always, they lay down holding each other. Qi Yunwei ran her fingers gently through Yan Zui’s soft, wavy hair and murmured:

“Just now, that was my first kiss. And you stole it so suddenly.”

Yan Zui teased:

“Who else would you give your first kiss to?”

“That’s not what I mean,” Qi Yunwei muttered. “It was too fast—I didn’t even get to feel it properly.”

Her words made Yan Zui blush. That kiss had been completely impulsive.

“It was my first too. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?”

At least, that’s how TV dramas showed it.

Qi Yunwei knew the program had strict boundaries: too much intimacy between Alpha and Omega could be censored as “heat-triggering.” On screen, a light kiss was the limit. Anything more was cut.

“But actually, I know another way to kiss.”

Yan Zui blinked.

“Another way? What kind?”

Qi Yunwei cupped her cheek, thumb brushing against her lips, voice husky.

“Do you want to try?”

Yan Zui’s lips trembled beneath her touch. Qi Yunwei leaned in, lips pressing against the delicate softness.

“Try it.”

“Mm.” Yan Zui admitted she was enchanted.

She had always thought a kiss was just a show of intimacy, like a cheek kiss abroad. She hadn’t realized that real kissing could be this intoxicating.

Qi Yunwei’s lips seemed almost magical, pulling her into a dazzling world of birdsong, blossoms, and sunlight unmarred by shadows.

“Wait” Yan Zui pushed her back with difficulty, panting softly.

“That’s enough. We’ll have plenty of chances once we’re home. Right now, we should sleep.”

Qi Yunwei didn’t press further.

“Alright. We’ll continue at home.”

Yan Zui buried her face against Qi Yunwei’s chest, arms circling her waist. Her heart raced wildly, and in that moment she understood—sometimes, love was even more intoxicating than pheromones.

Meanwhile, before bed, Qiao Haiyue had drunk a glass of water. At midnight, phone in hand to light the way, she went out to the bathroom. Returning, her light swept briefly across the kang—no one was there.

Where had Qi Yunwei gone? Bathroom too? But she hadn’t run into her.

The thought flickered and vanished. Exhaustion dragged her back under.

The second time she woke, dawn was just breaking.

Hearing the bedroom door open, she opened her eyes to see Qi Yunwei. Clutching her blanket, she rolled to the edge of the kang, yawned, and headed to the bathroom.

After two steps, she froze.

Her gaze flicked back—at Qi Yunwei, who was about to crawl into bed for a nap, then at the perfectly smooth bedding, without a single crease.

Her heart lurched. She stepped closer to inspect. No—there really were no signs anyone had slept there.

Shock, despair, anger—all flashed through her eyes. She grabbed Qi Yunwei’s sleeve.

“Y-you, where did you sleep last night?”

Qi Yunwei stayed calm.

“Of course here. This is the room the crew assigned. Where else would I sleep?”

Where else? At Yan Zui’s side!

Qiao Haiyue’s eyes reddened. She pointed at the pristine bedding, gritting her teeth.

“Whose bed shows not a single crease after being slept in? We’re filming a show! How could you dare sneak to Yan Zui’s room?”

Qi Yunwei glanced at the bed.

“Oh, that? I remade it. I’m used to waking at five. Once I’m up, I can’t fall back asleep, so I tidy my bedding.”

Her explanation soothed some of the storm from Qiao Haiyue’s face.

But then Qi Yunwei added lightly:

“Though I was still sleepy after. So maybe I’ll take another nap now. Guess I remade it for nothing.”

Qiao Haiyue’s expression collapsed.

What did she mean by that?

Was she indirectly admitting it?

Had she really spent the night with Yan Zui??

Qi Yunwei climbed into bed, pulled up the covers, and looked at the still-stunned Qiao Haiyue.

“Hurry to the bathroom before you burst.”

Then she yawned.

By the time Qiao Haiyue came back to her senses, Qi Yunwei was already asleep, breathing deep and steady.

She glared at her, wanting nothing more than to shake her awake and force her to explain.

By 7:30 a.m., Peng Xueyu stepped out in his pajamas to wash up. He was startled to find Qiao Haiyue sitting under the eaves, dark circles under her eyes, looking utterly worn out.

“Haiyue, didn’t you go to bed early last night? Don’t tell me you couldn’t sleep?”

In truth, Qiao Haiyue had woken at five and couldn’t fall asleep again. After using the bathroom, she couldn’t bear to face Qi Yunwei—her face, her breathing—so she dragged a stool outside and brooded over her words instead.

Even now, she couldn’t decide if Qi Yunwei had been telling the truth or lying.

But then Peng Xueyu’s casual mention of “the middle of the night” jolted her memory.

That’s right—she had woken once in the middle of the night! And Qi Yunwei hadn’t been there!!

As if struck by lightning, Qiao Haiyue’s eyes filled with tears. Two streams slid down her cheeks before she could stop them.

Peng Xueyu nearly jumped in fright.

“Haiyue! What happened?!”

Qiao Haiyue’s face crumpled in grief. Her voice trembled.

“I’ve lost my love.”