I Transmigrated into a Scummy Alpha and Stole the Heroine from Her Tragic Romance - Chapter 51.1 (R19)

Qi Xiyao responded by standing up and giving Yu Peirong a long, sweet kiss.

As their lips touched, the atmosphere between them gradually shifted. The warmth in the air deepened, and Yu Peirong began to feel lightheaded. Her body reacted instinctively, growing warmer with each second.

Without hesitation, Yu Peirong held the back of Qi Xiyao’s head and deepened the kiss. She moved with steady intent, allowing the tip of her tongue to brush against Qi Xiyao’s lips, leaving a gentle trace behind.

“Xiyao,” she whispered softly.

Qi Xiyao let out a low, breathy hum in response.

Her slender neck arched slightly, graceful and exposed. Yu Peirong leaned in and pressed her lips to that delicate skin, placing a tender bite on her neck that left a faint mark.

Qi Xiyao’s skin still carried the warmth and scent of the shower, mixing with her grapefruit and green tea pheromones. The fragrance filled the space like a subtle enchantment, causing Yu Peirong’s heart to tighten.

She noticed the smooth curve of Qi Xiyao’s legs beneath her touch, soft and flawless. Her fingertips gently traced the line of her thigh, leaving behind a trail of sensation.

Yu Peirong’s hand slid to her waist but paused when she felt a slight imperfection. Her fingers stopped moving. Under the dim light, Qi Xiyao’s eyes shimmered with emotion. When Yu Peirong touched the old scar, Qi Xiyao’s breath caught.

Not long ago, she had jokingly mentioned wanting a tattoo to cover that spot. The scar was faint and barely noticeable now. If Yu Peirong hadn’t touched it, Qi Xiyao might have forgotten it entirely.

Yu Peirong, who still had gaps in her memory, did not ask where the scar had come from. She remained silent for a long moment. Just as the emotional intensity in the room began to settle, she finally spoke in a gentle, cautious voice.

“Does it still hurt?”

Qi Xiyao hesitated briefly, then nodded.

Moments later, she felt warm fingers lightly tracing the scar. The soft contact brought a tingling sensation, and her heartbeat quickened. Yu Peirong moved with care, slowly and repeatedly touching the mark with quiet focus.

Qi Xiyao’s face turned bright red. Her skin felt hot, the scar beginning to sting with sensitivity. She felt as if her whole body was melting beneath Yu Peirong’s touch.

They continued to exchange gentle movements, responding to each other with growing emotion. Then Yu Peirong began to release her Alpha pheromones. It was the first time since arriving in this world that she allowed herself to do so without restraint.

The scent of gardenias filled the air, increasingly rich and soothing. It blended naturally with the citrus sweetness of Qi Xiyao’s pheromones. Instead of overwhelming pressure, her presence now carried comfort and calm, wrapping gently around her Omega.

Yu Peirong was in no rush to mark Qi Xiyao. She focused first on easing her partner’s tension. Her Alpha instincts urged her forward, but she refused to let them control her. She wanted the moment to be mutual and meaningful, not rushed or painful.

The gardenia fragrance was rare for an Alpha. It lacked aggressiveness and carried a refreshing softness. Surrounded by this scent, Qi Xiyao closed her eyes and allowed herself to be embraced by the warmth and reassurance of her partner.

Then Yu Peirong carefully lowered her head and placed a soft bite on the small gland at the back of Qi Xiyao’s neck. Alpha fangs became sharper during this kind of moment, but she was as gentle as possible.

As the pheromones were transferred, the gardenia and grapefruit scents intertwined completely. The air became filled with a comforting fragrance that resembled freshly brewed citrus tea. It was a clean and subtly sweet aroma, refreshing with a hint of coolness.

Qi Xiyao felt only a slight sting, which quickly faded. In its place came a wave of pleasure that slowly spread through her entire body, calming and steady.

Before everything began, Yu Peirong had opened a small box from the bedside table. Afterward, the box was set aside.

Qi Xiyao lay beneath her, completely enveloped in her shadow. Her eyelashes trembled, damp with emotion, as her expression softened with contentment.

Outside, snow continued to fall, but inside, the warmth created by their connection filled the room.

Qi Xiyao held tightly to the bedsheets. As Yu Peirong leaned down, she tilted her head up and kissed her again.

At first, Qi Xiyao had tried to hold herself back, but she could no longer resist. She clung to Yu Peirong, fingers grabbing the fabric of her clothes. Her body trembled slightly from the effort, but her movements were filled with trust.

Despite the cold winter wind outside, the heat in the room was overwhelming. Yu Peirong’s back was damp with sweat, her nightclothes clinging to her. Qi Xiyao’s fingertips, though not sharp, left faint marks across her shoulders.

Their pheromones continued to mingle, growing more intense.

It was hard to say how long they remained like that. By the time it was over, the sky had already turned gray. Yu Peirong finally pulled away, feeling reluctant but satisfied. She gently cleaned up and stepped into the bathroom to wash herself.

The air still held their blended scent, something that now smelled like a soft gardenia citrus tea. The fragrance lingered like a memory.

When Yu Peirong returned, she found Qi Xiyao already fast asleep. Exhausted from the emotional and physical intensity, the Omega lay still, her breathing calm and steady.

Yu Peirong wasn’t tired at all. In fact, she felt like she had energy to spare. That was one of the differences between Alphas and Omegas. Alphas usually had greater stamina and stronger bodies.

Even so, she had stayed in control. Even when her instincts had been strongest, Yu Peirong refused to let herself lose touch with reason. She believed that marking someone should be an act of mutual trust and joy. She never wanted to use her strength as an Alpha to dominate.

Watching Qi Xiyao’s peaceful sleeping face, Yu Peirong couldn’t help but smile. Her heart felt full and light, overflowing with quiet joy.

When Qi Xiyao came out of the bathroom and saw Yu Peirong still looking energetic, already sitting at the dining table browsing a shopping app, she lazily leaned over for a peek. Her expression instantly changed.

“What are you doing?” Qi Xiyao asked, shocked.

“We’re out of a few things. I’m stocking up for the house,” Yu Peirong replied innocently, showing her the shopping list on her phone. The items on it read: gardenia citrus-scented body wash, grapefruit shampoo, grapefruit tea leaves…

By the time her heat period was nearly over and she could finally go out, Yu Peirong brought a bottle of grapefruit-scented hand sanitizer, planning to keep it in her office. Qi Xiyao could no longer take it.

Blushing furiously, she rushed over and snatched the bottle out of Yu Peirong’s hands, standing in front of her with zero authority, her voice soft and sweet.

“Who even uses this kind of scent for hand sanitizer in an office?” Qi Xiyao’s face was flushed red. She never expected someone who looked so proper to be this shameless. “I think the aloe vera one smells pretty nice…”

Yu Peirong lifted her long lashes, her bright eyes showing a hint of mock grievance.

“Really? But this one is the top seller.”

Qi Xiyao was speechless.

In the end, she couldn’t stop Yu Peirong from taking the grapefruit hand sanitizer to work. Yu Peirong even said it was like having her wife by her side all day at the office.

After an Alpha marks an Omega, even if the signs aren’t as obvious, they still develop a certain level of dependence on the Omega’s pheromones.

The degree of attachment varies depending on the Alpha’s personality. Compared to others, Yu Peirong was clearly more affectionate. Qi Xiyao had seen many Alpha-Omega relationships. Some Alphas acted one way before the mark, then became completely different after getting what they wanted.

She was glad that her Alpha wasn’t like that. Yu Peirong never made her uncomfortable and always respected her wishes.

Even knowing that Yu Peirong came from another world, the way she behaved as a partner still brought comfort and joy.

At the office, Yu Peirong was going through a stack of documents. There had been a hiccup with a girl group talent show she was managing. Approvals hadn’t come through yet, and they were still in the middle of negotiations and adjustments.

When Zheng Xiuxue walked in with a pile of files and a candy in her mouth, she found Yu Peirong on the phone, face blank but tone sharp and commanding. The person on the other end was completely silent under her pressure.

“I’m not asking for an apology. I want it done on time. If you can’t deliver, you’ll be responsible for the delay. Don’t waste my time with empty promises.”

Yu Peirong paused, then let out a soft, sarcastic laugh.

“Is that clear?”

The voice on the other end stammered out an agreement before Yu Peirong hung up decisively. She used her grapefruit-scented hand sanitizer, rubbed her hands clean, then picked up the next file.

“Paper tiger,” she muttered.

Zheng Xiuxue, her younger cousin, had been temporarily managing things when Yu Peirong was busy on set with Qi Xiyao. She was cheerful and outgoing, and now walked over with a grin.

“Sis, you’re getting scarier every day. I didn’t even dare to breathe out there.”

Yu Peirong didn’t look up. “Stop exaggerating.”

Zheng Xiuxue dropped the quarterly report on the desk and began ranting about a screenwriter she’d recently worked with.

The writer was young and attractive, but too stubborn and unwilling to accept feedback. Zheng Xiuxue said if he didn’t have powerful connections, he probably wouldn’t last long in the industry.

While she rambled on, Yu Peirong kept flipping through her files until the sound of footsteps interrupted them. Her secretary had arrived with a hot meal in an insulated bag.

Inside were flaky egg tarts and a drink.

Zheng Xiuxue’s eyes lit up. She rolled up her sleeves, ready to wash her hands. But just as she reached for the golden bottle of grapefruit sanitizer, Yu Peirong looked up for the first time and blocked her hand. She pointed to the aloe-scented one nearby.

“Use that.”

Zheng Xiuxue blinked in confusion, then casually used the aloe sanitizer. She was about to open the egg tart box when Yu Peirong stopped her again.

“Wait.”

Puzzled, Zheng Xiuxue turned to look at her. Yu Peirong picked up her phone and sent a message. Less than two minutes later, Qi Xiyao walked in confidently.

When Qi Xiyao saw the food on the table, still steaming, she used the hand sanitizer and reached out for it. Zheng Xiuxue waited for Yu Peirong to scold her, but instead, she saw her cousin’s face soften with a tender smile.

“I got mango pomelo sago and snow pear bubble tea. Which one do you want?” Yu Peirong asked while helping open the drinks.

One of them was cranberry juice—the same one Qi Xiyao had ordered during her first overnight stay at Yu Peirong’s place.

Although Yu Peirong didn’t remember her past, she had checked her old delivery records and discovered this was one of Qi Xiyao’s favorites.

Zheng Xiuxue stared in disbelief.

After a moment of silence, her eyes shifted between the two of them. She stammered, “You two…”

Yu Peirong hadn’t done her eyelashes, but they still looked naturally long and curled. She lifted them slightly and gave a faint smile.

“What about us?”

“Nothing.”

It was the first time Zheng Xiuxue had seen her cousin radiate such an open and confident energy. She pouted and quietly stepped behind Qi Xiyao, saying nothing more.

Yu Peirong’s feelings were obvious—direct, open, and unapologetic. She didn’t try to hide her affection for Qi Xiyao, nor did she care about past rumors involving Qi Xiyao and Yu Shang.

That honesty made Zheng Xiuxue feel a bit envious.

Before joining the company, she hadn’t interacted much with Yu Peirong but had heard plenty of gossip. Some claimed Yu Peirong was reckless with relationships, interested in both Alphas and Omegas, constantly surrounded by shady friends. They even said she stole her brother’s girlfriend and didn’t know how to behave.

Zheng Xiuxue had a poor impression of Yu Shang to begin with and assumed Qi Xiyao was just another opportunistic celebrity.

But over time, she saw how gentle and respectful Qi Xiyao was always polite, always appropriate. And Yu Peirong’s affection was steady, never overwhelming but always present.

As a Beta, Zheng Xiuxue was still a woman, and she also longed for a love that felt this safe and real.

She took two egg tarts after Qi Xiyao made her selection and quietly left.

In the bullet comments, everyone is praising her, and the live sales are going quite well. This time, she is collaborating with the cosmetics brand that sponsored their work. Their cosmetics do indeed have great effects, especially the hydrating skincare products.

Qi Xiyao even reached into his own pocket on the spot to hold an extra draw, giving away several sets to the fans. That day’s sales directly broke the temporary live broadcast record for this cosmetics brand, leaving the sponsors overjoyed.

Although Qi Xiyao’s popularity is not particularly high at the moment, her fans are of high quality and are quite willing to spend money on their idol. Moreover, the products from this brand are not particularly expensive; they are not the kind of luxury products that ordinary people can’t afford.

The sponsor smiled as he sent her off, and before leaving, he expressed to his assistant his desire to have Qi Xiyao as the spokesperson next time.

The assistant couldn’t make decisions for her, but felt quite pleased and walked out with Qi Xiyao, chatting and laughing.

This company isn’t too big; there are some beauty bloggers who come to the site to negotiate purchases, and there are also some of Qi Xiyao’s fans or simply people who come to see the artist and cause a commotion, stopping people for autographs.

Qi Xiyao has a good temper; he signed autographs and took photos without any airs.

Once this group of people dispersed, the assistant was finally able to take her out.

“I didn’t expect so many people,” the assistant said while dialing the phone, “These beauty bloggers are quite idle, each one filming, and some are even live-streaming with the camera pointed your way.”

“It’s okay,” Qi Xiyao isn’t the type of artist whose temper is so bad that just one look can make you angry. On the contrary, she cherishes this hard-won work opportunity very much. “If they want to shoot, let them shoot.”

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