I Transmigrated into a Scummy Alpha and Stole the Heroine from Her Tragic Romance - Chapter 65 (R19)

Yu Peirong suddenly began coughing, her cheeks flushing red. She glanced around awkwardly at the production crew and the other guests, who were all looking at her with teasing expressions.

The staff member blinked and gave her a subtle signal that the task was complete. Yu Peirong turned and quickly walked to the side. While she still had access to her phone, she used the chance to send a few more messages to Zheng Xiuxue. Since Zheng Xiuxue was still fully awake and hadn’t hung up, it was clear she had more to say.

“Lu Zhiyao’s dad used to fight a lot with her mom. Eventually, they started living apart. After her mother passed away, her dad spent most of his time in clubs and entertainment venues. It was pretty open. But later, he seemed to fall for a certain woman. I think she was an escort, and he liked her a lot.”

Zheng Xiuxue said it all in one breath. The information came so fast that Yu Peirong was briefly stunned. She instinctively glanced around.

She had stepped a good distance away from the others. Even with Alpha hearing, no one would be able to pick up their conversation. Still, to be cautious, she put in a Bluetooth earpiece.

“How did you even think to look into this?” she asked, clearly surprised. She could not recall ever telling her cousin any of this. She had only warned her to be cautious around Lu Zhiyao. She hadn’t expected Zheng Xiuxue to be this perceptive.

Zheng Xiuxue gave a soft cough and said, “I’ve been watching your show. That Lu Zhiyao girl seems a little off, doesn’t she…”

“You’ve been watching our show?” Yu Peirong asked in disbelief.

Since when did Zheng Xiuxue have so much free time?

“T t that’s not the point. The point is I found out all this. Just tell me if it helps or not. Stop asking pointless stuff.” Zheng Xiuxue’s voice stuttered briefly, then suddenly turned urgent. “Oh right, I also talked to Ye An. She said Lu Zhiyao really did have a stepmother. She hadn’t moved in yet, but…”

“But she felt like something was weird between Lu Zhiyao and that woman. There was this strange kind of tension. Almost… ambiguous.”

Zheng Xiuxue’s voice turned awkward. She coughed softly, trying to hide her discomfort.

Yu Peirong, who had already been hit with too many surprises today, froze again. It took several seconds before she could fully absorb the meaning of what she had just heard.

“She and her stepmother? Lu Zhiyao really went that far?”

She had always assumed Lu Zhiyao was just casually flirtatious and not picky. But she never imagined she would go as far as getting involved with her own father’s girlfriend.

Zheng Xiuxue could be energetic and bold, but she was never the type to joke around about serious things. If she said something like this, it was probably true.

Which meant that Lu Zhiyao really might have had a secret relationship with her stepmother.

“And then before the woman could officially move in, she died. They said she drowned in a wild river. The police looked into it, but there were no signs of injury. No wounds, no struggle. That was the end of the case.”

No signs of being pushed. No violence. Nothing suspicious?

If Lu Zhiyao’s father had truly cared about that woman, he never would have let the case end so quietly. That made Yu Peirong think there really must not have been any evidence.

She pressed her lips together, growing frustrated. The others were almost ready to move, so to avoid attention, she turned off her phone and walked back toward the group.

After everything Zheng Xiuxue had just told her, whatever sleepiness she had earlier was completely gone.

Yu Peirong lay in the tent, thinking. She tried to recall how, in the original novel, Yu Shang had managed to bring Lu Zhiyao down with one final blow. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remember the exact method.

Eventually, lost in thought, she dozed off for a short while.

When the staff came to wake them, the eastern sky had just begun to brighten. A faint white light glowed behind the mountains. The misty morning air shimmered with golden light, spreading softly over the landscape and illuminating the ridges in a gentle glow.

Watching the sunrise from a mountaintop was far more breathtaking than from the ground. The sky looked like a watercolor painting that had spilled and run together. Shades of gold, crimson, and purple slowly blended and spread, gathering into vast swaths of glowing clouds.

Yu Peirong stood next to Qi Xiyao. The cool breeze brushed against her face and cleared her mind.

She saw Lu Zhiyao wrap an arm around Zhao Yuan’s shoulders.

Zhao Yuan had only just recovered. Her body was still cold, and Lu Zhiyao kindly put a thick coat over her to block the wind.

Zhao Yuan turned her head and looked at her, offering a pale smile.

Yu Peirong noticed that Lu Zhiyao’s expression flickered for a second. There was a moment of stiffness before she smiled again and pulled Zhao Yuan even closer as they watched the sunrise together.

It was supposed to be a romantic scene.

But something about it felt deeply unsettling.

Before they went down the mountain, each guest was called into a tent to provide a pheromone sample. The production team didn’t say what it was for at the time.

It wasn’t until later that day, when the guests received their new task card, that the reason was revealed.

All the pheromones had been diluted and mixed into different bottles, combined with various scents to make identification harder. The challenge was to find the bottle containing your partner’s pheromone.

Points would be awarded based on how quickly each person completed the task. The person with the most points would get the right to choose first in the next activity.

Since the pheromones were weakened and masked, it was difficult to distinguish them. For guests unfamiliar with each other, it was nearly impossible.

Qi Xiyao’s pheromone had been placed among grapefruit teas and bottles of citrus perfumes. Some of the scents had been created by professional perfumers and were almost indistinguishable from real pheromones.

But for Yu Peirong, it was not difficult.

She had marked Qi Xiyao deeply the day before. Her Alpha scent still lingered in Qi Xiyao’s glands.

Even though the gardenia scent was faint, her Alpha senses could still detect it.

After successfully identifying the bottle, she brought it to the staff for confirmation. But instead of handing it back right away, she leaned close to Qi Xiyao and whispered something in her ear.

Qi Xiyao’s ears turned pink. She lowered her voice and said, “You want it? Why don’t I just give it to you directly?”

By then, the livestream had already resumed. Many viewers who had panicked over Zhao Yuan’s accident returned. Others showed up just to see the drama. The show’s popularity surged once more.

Comments filled the screen:

“Anyone here know lip reading? What did Peirong just whisper to Xiyao?”
“Please, I need to know. She looked so soft just now.”
“Rough translation… I think she said her heat is approaching, and she’s been sleeping poorly. She asked Qi Xiyao to give her some pheromone in a small bottle to use as a calming agent.”

“Wait, what?? Are they really doing this??”
“I didn’t expect this to turn into a real couple moment. Friends to lovers, I’m obsessed.”
“Peirong’s eyes just now… I melted. A soft Alpha begging. I can’t take it.”
“If anyone says Xiyao is a kept woman again, I swear I will fight them.”

Bottled pheromones were not the same as directly emitted ones, but they could still have an effect.

Yu Peirong leaned closer and whispered with a smile, “This is part of the task, after all.”

Qi Xiyao rolled her eyes at her.

Compared to them, the other pairs were visibly struggling. Even after discussing each other’s pheromone scents beforehand, many still had trouble identifying the right bottle.

Once the round was over, the next game began.

It was the King’s Game.

“Wait, King’s Game?”

“That’s the one where the person who draws the King can give orders, right? And everyone else has to follow.”

“Exactly. But they usually agree on boundaries first. Still, it can get pretty intense.”

“So it’s the game where you can order someone to kiss you? Got it.”

“This show likes to modify games a bit. We’ll see how far they go.”

“King’s Game? No. LSP Game? Yes.”

The first person to draw the King card was Yu Peirong. But instead of giving her own command, she had to draw from a set of prewritten cards.

Her task read, “All guests must participate in a Heartbeat Challenge.”

In this game, each guest chose a partner. One person acted as the timer while the rest had to sit with their chosen partner and see who could make the other’s heart rate spike the most within a set time.

Technically, Yu Peirong was supposed to act as the judge, but Du Xi quickly volunteered to take her place.

By now, Du Xi had completely given up. He knew there was no chance of him pairing with anyone. Zhao Yuan liked Lu Zhiyao. Qi Xiyao and Yu Peirong were clearly into each other. An Xiaomachi was just here to have fun.

He decided to stop trying and enjoy the ride. He even became part of the mood-setting team, helping the camera crew focus on the most interesting interactions.

Each pair went to their assigned rooms.

As soon as Yu Peirong and Qi Xiyao stepped in, the already dim, romantic lights went out, plunging the room into total darkness.

Qi Xiyao let out a small gasp and instinctively grabbed Yu Peirong’s shoulder.

The room was pitch black, except for a sliver of light sneaking in from beneath the door.

Feeling Qi Xiyao press against her, Yu Peirong’s heart started racing. She took her hand and pulled her into a full embrace. Their warm breaths fell against each other’s cheeks, hot and steady.

Everyone says darkness is the best mood for a kiss.

They were so close, Yu Peirong only needed to lean in slightly to kiss her.

But this time, before she could move, Qi Xiyao kissed her first.

At the same moment, the soft scent of citrus tea filled the air.

She had actually released her pheromones.

Yu Peirong was surprised. Omega pheromones were always alluring, but Qi Xiyao had taken complete control of the moment. She held Peirong by the waist and pulled them together until there was no space left between them.

Yu Peirong’s face was burning, her heart pounding.

Just as she was getting lost in the moment, Qi Xiyao suddenly pulled back and ended the kiss.

Still dazed, Yu Peirong turned to look at her.

Qi Xiyao leaned in with a playful smile and whispered in a voice so sweet it felt like it was scratching at her heart.

“This isn’t the right place. If you want more, I’ll give it to you later.”

She tilted her head and pointed toward the door, but Yu Peirong misunderstood.

“The mic’s probably off now, and the door is closed. It’s fine,” she said with shining eyes and a playful grin. “Come on, kind Omega. A little emergency pheromone, please?”

But contrary to what she believed, the mic was still on.

Not only was it on, it was turned up.

At first, the audience could only see darkness and hear some faint rustling. But now, they were unexpectedly given something even more exciting.

No one had expected this side of President Yu.

Romance Analyst A sat there, completely speechless.

The gambling tycoon’s family was vast and powerful, not as easy to deal with as someone like Yu Litian. He was deep and calculating, not someone whose judgment could be easily swayed by a few youngsters.

Yu Peirong wrapped her arm around her girlfriend’s shoulders, quickly noticing the helpless sorrow in her expression. It was like the drizzling rain of mid-spring, seemingly light but capable of flooding the entire street in no time.

She pulled Qi Xiyao tightly into her embrace, using her own warmth to dispel the sudden chill brought by the rain.

Yu Peirong bid farewell to the others but didn’t fully remove her coat. Instead, she draped it over both their shoulders, shielding them from the growing storm.

Her voice was soft, meant only for Qi Xiyao’s ears:

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

**

Lu Zhiyao’s home decor was completely different from what Zhao Yuan had imagined.

Given the woman’s notorious reputation outside, Zhao Yuan had braced herself for the worst, continuously lowering her expectations just to avoid being too shocked when she saw Lu Zhiyao’s living space.

But that wasn’t the case.

The place Lu Zhiyao had invited her to was opulent on the outside, occupying a highly private plot of land, clearly her actual home, not just some casual residence.

Rumor had it that Lu Zhiyao rarely let anyone stay overnight at her place. She either took them to hotels or, if they were lucky, one of her villas. That particular villa was said to be a modern-day den of debauchery, where Alphas and Omegas without suppressants might engage in all-night brawls, waking up the next day with no idea which Alpha had left them pregnant.

Zhao Yuan had mentally prepared herself, but seeing Lu Zhiyao’s slightly shy gaze, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d misunderstood something?

No, of course, she didn’t believe a devil like Lu Zhiyao could ever be genuinely innocent.

But Zhao Yuan hadn’t brought any weapons. Even if she had to open herself up to Lu Zhiyao at any moment, she wasn’t worried.

The Alpha led her inside, where the butler was also present. Lu Zhiyao waved him away, leaving just the two of them alone in the vast villa, playing this strange game of pretend.

Contrary to its exterior, the interior was minimalist in design. Though it was clear everything was custom-made and high-end, it was still far from what Zhao Yuan had imagined for someone like Lu Zhiyao.

From the fridge, Lu Zhiyao took out an unopened drink and handed it to her, her cheeks faintly flushing as she smiled:

“Xiao… Yuan, I just wanted you to come see my home, be my guest. Don’t worry. After dinner tonight, I’ll take you back. If you don’t want to—”

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuan cut her off mid-sentence.

Her fingers hovered just half an inch from Lu Zhiyao’s plump lips. A fraction closer, and she would have touched them, soft and inviting.

It was an undeniably intimate gesture.

Lu Zhiyao stared at her for a long moment before suddenly breaking into an unusually gentle smile.

Zhao Yuan and Lu Zhiyao shared a lavish Western candlelit dinner.

The earlier drinks had been normal, but the candle contained an intoxicating incense not the kind meant to induce anything, but for an Alpha and Omega alone together, the effect might as well have been the same.

After finishing her steak, Lu Zhiyao went to the bathroom. As she floated in the water, lost in thought, unpleasant memories suddenly surfaced.

**

She never knew nor cared to know her stepmother’s name.

But she remembered how soft those lips were, remembered the thrilling moans she couldn’t suppress under Lu Zhiyao’s touch.

Her stepmother wasn’t much older four or five years, perhaps? Lu Zhiyao was always hazy about such details and never bothered to dig deeper.

All she knew was that the old man was utterly infatuated with this woman, claiming this “woman of the night” had rekindled a long-lost sense of romance in him.

Unlike his usual flippant treatment of other Omegas discarded like tasteless leftovers after conquest, he shielded this one carefully, stashing her out of sight as if she were a wolf poised to steal his prey.

Lu Zhiyao had always known: though her father played the doting parent in public, treating her like the prized daughter of a gambling tycoon, an impenetrable barrier existed between them in private.

Her mother came from nobility, raised with impeccable manners nothing like his country bumpkin origins.

The shadow of that disparity loomed over their marriage, and only after her mother’s death did his attitude shift. Yet Lu Zhiyao remained an indelible stain on Lu Xu’ang’s conscience, a constant source of wariness and fear.

What he didn’t realize was those clever wolves don’t sheepskins, slipping close to hunters to feast right under their noses.

The night the woman was brought home, a storm raged.

Before then, Lu Zhiyao had never laid eyes on his hidden paramour.

Outside, lightning split the sky as torrential winds stripped trees bare, bending the garden’s foliage low the typhoon had arrived.

By 10 p.m., the power died. Hurried footsteps echoed inside, followed by a woman’s stifled, tearful call to him one that, predictably, went unanswered.

In such a storm, the old man couldn’t return, and the Omega he’d just brought home couldn’t leave.

When Lu Zhiyao pushed open the living room door, her mocking gaze landed on the Omega’s slender frame trembling like a flower battered by the wind, fragile in a way that invited ruin.

An idea struck her then.

If fate denied him his prize tonight, she’d enjoy it in his stead.

…

Feigning distress, she let her hair tumble loose and clutched a blanket to her chest, bare-faced as she sought out the woman. With lips pressed thin, she whispered, “I’m scared of the thunder, Could you stay with me?”

Lu Zhiyao had never studied acting, but perhaps she was a natural. As she spoke, tears welled and spilled plopping onto her sleeves, blooming across her pajamas until she looked utterly pitiful.

And so, the woman came to her.

Naïve as ever.

When she launched her pheromone assault on the woman, the latter initially resisted. But as Lu Zhiyao choked back sobs while intensifying her pheromone invasion, she unexpectedly discovered the Omega had entered her heat cycle when the woman’s legs gave way and she collapsed into her arms.

Their pheromone compatibility was remarkably high. Without even exerting effort, when Lu Zhiyao gradually withdrew her pheromones, the woman flushed with embarrassment pressed herself against her despite the shame. With unpracticed lips, she offered herself up, attempting to please the Alpha and obtain more pheromones.

She pleaded with Lu Zhiyao for a long time, until her vision blurred with tears and she lay weakly on the bed before finally being marked by him.

This time, it was a direct deep marking. Lu Zhiyao bit through her gland, making her writhe under him in a mix of pain and pleasure.

They didn’t stop until the rain ceased the next day. By then, the Omega, who had never been marked by anyone before, had become his. Of course, once the passion of the night faded, the Omega’s mind cleared. She cautiously avoided Lu Xuan’ang’s advances, skillfully keeping him at arm’s length.

Later, the Omega fell for Lu Zhiyao. She often found excuses to visit but rejected any intimate contact from the man, turning instead into Lu Zhiyao’s embrace.

Once, while Lu Xuan’ang was napping, the two of them tangled fiercely in a room downstairs, unable to tear themselves apart.

The Omega was obedient, beautiful, and didn’t even look older than her like a well-behaved doll.

Lu Zhiyao gradually sank deeper into this dangerous game, unable to extricate himself. It wasn’t until one day, when he heard that the impatient Lu Xuan’ang planned to take her to register their marriage in secret, that he belatedly realized with a sharp pang in his chest that he had actually developed real feelings for her.

That day, after drinking a little, he took advantage of Lu Xuan’ang’s distraction and roughly threw the Omega onto the bed, spending the entire afternoon with her.

When the Omega was utterly exhausted, a thought suddenly crossed his mind.

After verifying it, Lu Zhiyao’s expression darkened.

The next day, he gently said to the Omega, “Stepmom, let’s go play in the water tomorrow, shall we?”

The Omega asked what kind of water play he meant, then, seeing the teasing glint in his eyes, understood. Blushing, she carefully asked Lu Xuan’ang for time off.

The wild waters were secluded, and the area was known for its clean, shallow depths nothing should have gone wrong. But somehow, Lu Zhiyao “drowned.” He watched as the woman on the shore hesitated, conflicted. Only when he was nearly “gone” did the Omega finally dive in.

The moment her soft arms wrapped around his waist, Lu Zhiyao pressed a drug-soaked handkerchief prepared long in advance against her mouth and nose.

The Omega didn’t struggle in his grasp. The drug left no traces. He watched as she sank beneath the surface.

After climbing ashore, Lu Zhiyao stood by the water’s edge for a long time.

It was the first time he had killed someone.

The victim was a woman who had come for his future inheritance.

Somehow, she had managed to win over his father, Lu Xuan’ang, and wormed her way into their home. Worse, he had uncovered hints that her death might be entangled with his own mother’s demise years ago.

This woman was no simple figure yet in the end, the matter was left unresolved.

After her death, Lu Zhiyao was restless for a long time. Under Lu Xuan’ang’s growing suspicion, he threw an even grander party, drowning his nerves in a sea of wine and flesh.

He even considered using Yu Peirong’s hand.

She had intended to use this opportunity to investigate Lu Xuan’ang for her own purposes, but unfortunately for her, Yu Peirong was no longer the naive girl she used to be. She wouldn’t fall for it again.

After the memory faded, Lu Zhiyao climbed out of the bathtub without a hint of emotion on her face. She slowly buttoned up her clothes. Instead of changing into soft sleepwear, she put on an old dress that was a little too small for her current figure, making it look tight and outgrown.

Holding a small syringe in her hand, she walked quietly toward her bedroom.

But the moment she pushed open the door, the faint scent of the scented candles still lingered in the air, though the room before her had gone completely dark.

The Omega who had been lying dazed on the bed just moments ago was nowhere to be found.

And along with her disappearance, some of Lu Zhiyao’s most important documents were also missing.

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