I Transmigrated into a Scummy Alpha and Stole the Heroine from Her Tragic Romance - Chapter 41

In this world, the marriage law was well developed. Regardless of gender, if either party cheated, they would be forced to leave the marriage with nothing. Especially if an Alpha cheated after marking an Omega, they could face a minimum of three years in prison.

What Yu Peirong wanted was not just proof of infidelity. She wanted to understand the reason why the original host had ended up the way she did. She had a strong feeling about it. Earlier, when she opened the diary briefly using her phone’s flashlight, just a glance had told her this was what she needed.

She quietly made her way back to the room. Qi Xiyao had already finished showering and only opened the door when she heard Yu Peirong returning.

Her long hair was still damp, draped over her shoulders and soaking through her thin sleepwear. After opening the door, Qi Xiyao resumed drying her hair. Her shirt lifted slightly as she moved, revealing a strip of smooth, pale skin at her waist.

Yu Peirong quickly turned her gaze away.

But Qi Xiyao stopped her.

“I just remembered something while I was in the shower. I used to want to get a small tattoo here to cover up the scar. What do you think, Rong-jie?”

Her tone was gentle, as calm and soft as a spring breeze. She spoke casually, as if this pain from the past had already been accepted. As Yu Peirong turned to face her, Qi Xiyao lifted her shirt a little higher, revealing her flat stomach. Just above it was a faint, tight line that marked something hidden, private, and untouchable.

But Yu Peirong no longer noticed the subtle intimacy in that moment. Her eyes were drawn to Qi Xiyao’s waist.

It was slender and elegant, the curve smooth and graceful. But just near her hip, a small scar no bigger than a fingertip stood out against her otherwise flawless skin. It would have been easy to miss if one were not looking closely.

Because of that single mark, Qi Xiyao had never worn anything that showed her waist.

Her eyes now held a quiet, burning hope, like a small flame that stung Yu Peirong’s heart. It was a look of complete trust. She was willing to expose this hidden scar and ask for her opinion only because of that trust.

In the entertainment industry, Qi Xiyao had to consider her fans and her public image. She was actually afraid that people would dislike the idea of a tattoo. Even her father, who cared for her deeply, had once said he would rather she covered her scars with clothing. A tattoo, in his eyes, made her look like someone unreliable.

Yu Peirong had also been in the entertainment industry. She understood what Qi Xiyao was thinking.

She pressed her lips together, thought for a moment, then reached out and gently placed her finger on Qi Xiyao’s waist.

The moment her soft fingertip touched her skin, a rush of warmth spread through them. Qi Xiyao had never felt anything like that before. She blushed without realizing it. Thankfully, the room was warm, and both of them already had a slight flush, which helped cover the embarrassment.

Yu Peirong’s fingers moved along Qi Xiyao’s waist, but there was no trace of desire in her actions. She was simply observing the scar carefully.

After a moment, she withdrew her hand, took a quiet, deep breath, and calmly said,

“Covering a scar with a tattoo is fine, but it will hurt even more if you tattoo directly over the wound. And once the design is done, you can’t change it. If you ever want to try it out, you can use a special kind of body marker. It doesn’t hurt, and the result looks more vivid.”

Qi Xiyao clicked her tongue lightly and said without thinking,

“I’ve wanted to try that before. But it feels like a hassle to find someone every time. Getting a long-term artist who’s actually good is difficult.”

“I can do it for you.”

Yu Peirong could not imagine anyone else touching Qi Xiyao like that, brushing over her waist again and again with a pen. She would not say she was jealous, but the thought definitely made her feel uneasy.

Back when she was acting, she had tried all sorts of trades and skills. This was something simple for her.

As she met Qi Xiyao’s surprised and excited eyes, Yu Peirong’s face flushed red. She quickly looked away from that intense gaze, grabbed her clothes, and escaped into the bathroom.

Qi Xiyao sat on the bed with nothing to do. Her eyes wandered to the old children’s sketchbook on the table. It had been left out in the open. She picked it up and flipped through it out of curiosity.

Yu Peirong was in her twenties now. This notebook had to be at least thirteen or fourteen years old. The handwriting and drawings were childish and unrefined but filled with innocence. Qi Xiyao could tell it had belonged to her when she was a little girl. At first, she just found it amusing, but after flipping through a few more pages, her expression gradually darkened.

One of the pages had a faded photo glued to it. The edges were coming loose. The image was blurry, shrouded in smoke, but it clearly showed two people being affectionate with each other.

It was a wide shot. Qi Xiyao recognized the sofa immediately. She had just seen it earlier that day in the living room.

In the photo, a woman lay on the sofa, kissing a man. Qi Xiyao recognized the woman as Yu Peirong’s stepmother. But on closer inspection, the man did not seem to be her father.

Qi Xiyao was shocked by the thought. She knew it was not right to pry into someone else’s family matters, but curiosity made her take another long look to be sure.

It really did not look like him.

Yu Litian was much older than his current wife. But the man in the photo looked about the same age as the woman. Qi Xiyao trusted her own judgment. She was not the kind of person who would mistake something as obvious as age.

Just as she was puzzling over it, Yu Peirong came out of the bathroom.

She did not seem surprised to see Qi Xiyao flipping through her things. In fact, she had left them out in the open, clearly not caring whether Qi Xiyao saw them or not.

However, noticing the serious expression on her face, Yu Peirong asked calmly,

“What did you see?”

Qi Xiyao hesitated, then told her what she had found. She had expected at least some shock or sadness. But to her surprise, Yu Peirong laughed with a tone of amusement and said brightly,

“Really?”

Qi Xiyao was speechless.

This was the first time she had seen someone so delighted to learn that their own father had been cheated on. But then she thought about it more carefully. Yu Litian was no saint. Yu Peirong had never minded sharing details about her family with those close to her. She had even mentioned before that Yu Shang was probably the result of Yu Litian’s affair.

If she were in Yu Peirong’s position, maybe she would feel the same way. Maybe she would even hope the woman had truly outplayed Yu Litian and planted a whole garden on top of his head.

Yu Peirong sat beside Qi Xiyao after briefly toweling her hair and calmly finished reading the rest of the diary with her. The more she read, the colder her expression became. By the end, a faint, mocking smile appeared on her lips.

Yu Shang truly had inherited all of Yu Litian’s worst traits.

From a very young age, the original host had been subjected to long-term emotional manipulation. Yu Litian treated her and Yu Shang very differently.

Although he never physically harmed her, his concern for her was minimal. The children around her, naïve yet cruel, would often ask why her father didn’t love her or why her mother wasn’t around. Over time, these questions made the original host grow withdrawn and suspicious, eventually developing into a deep sense of insecurity.

During that time, the only person who showed her any warmth was the nanny. First, the woman earned the child’s trust with sweet words. Later, she began to suggest, indirectly, that if the girl did something outrageous, her father would finally start paying attention to her.

Most adults teach children to do good. This woman, however, guided the girl toward more extreme behavior. Yu Peirong did not believe a simple nanny would be bold enough to lead a child astray unless someone else was encouraging her from behind the scenes.

The original host’s first act of mischief was hiding her father’s cigarettes. For Yu Litian, that was nothing. The second time, she shaved the family dog’s fur into a ridiculous, mismatched pattern. Yu Shang saw it and told on her, and she was harshly scolded. The third and fourth incidents followed. Although she felt uneasy about her actions, there was also a twisted sense of excitement every time her father reacted. Whether it was anger or punishment, at least it meant he was paying attention.

For a child, the deepest fear is being ignored. Even being yelled at was better than the silence of having one parent gone and the other emotionally absent.

Perhaps the original host had not been cruel by nature, but the choices she made later were beyond redemption. Yu Peirong had arrived in this world just before the original host would have crossed the line into something truly dark.

Even more disturbing, Yu Peirong discovered a string of numbers tucked away in the margins of the diary.

She first tried calling the number, but there was no answer. Then she realized it might be an email address.

Children rarely set complicated passwords. After several attempts, she managed to log in using a combination of her mother’s name and her own birthday.

It was an old email account, hosted on a platform that was nearly obsolete. But to her surprise, the most recent email had been received just a year ago. It had been automatically filtered into the spam folder.

Yu Peirong opened it and found an anonymous message containing a long audio recording.

The first sound she heard was a heartbreaking sob. It was familiar, faint at first, but full of despair. Then a heated argument broke out. A moment later, the voice of “Yu Peirong” could be heard clearly, trembling with rage and desperation.

“Yu Shang, you’re disgusting. Don’t you ever fear what will happen to you in the afterlife? I gave her nothing but a cup of tea to help her sober up. Why was something added to it?”

A loud slap landed on what sounded like a table. Even as a listener, Yu Peirong felt the sting of it. Her voice was filled with fury, breaking apart as she cried. There was no hiding her heartbreak and helplessness.

“I let you have everything. I gave in to you time and time again. But why did you let them hurt Xiaoqi?”

Her voice cracked completely, turning into hoarse sobs and violent coughing. She was clearly overwhelmed, struggling to breathe, her emotions spilling over.

But in front of Yu Shang, she felt completely powerless.

“You pretend to be such a good person, but don’t act like you don’t feel anything for her. Don’t lie to me.”

The man’s voice was calm but deeply unsettling. It had a kind of sick, persuasive tone, as if luring her step by step into darkness.

“Go ahead, sister. If you really were an Alpha, you would have marked her by now. She’s hurt. She needs comfort.”

“Why are you hesitating? Don’t you know? Xu Xiaoqi has always loved you. She’s been waiting for you all this time.”

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