The Scummy Alpha Transmigrated into a Tragedy Novel and Went Viral! - Chapter 10

“You don’t need to stay here. If I find anything, I’ll let you know,” Ji Yufu said, still trying to send her away.

“No way. I’m a victim too. I have to wait and see the results for myself.”

Cheng Jingling saw the displeasure on her face and quickly added, “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you—really! That night was an accident, I swear it’ll never happen again!” She raised two fingers solemnly, as if taking an oath.

Ji Yufu couldn’t even be bothered to argue. She didn’t trust Cheng Jingling, but she did trust He Yue and Xu Wei. With the two of them around, Cheng Jingling wouldn’t dare try anything—those two could take on ten of her kind.

When Ji Yufu stopped objecting, Cheng Jingling shamelessly leaned closer to peek at the screen. “So, how far have you gotten?”

“Almost done. I just need to connect all the clues.”

“Wow, that fast?” Cheng Jingling exclaimed, genuinely impressed.

“I haven’t checked the clips you guys annotated yet. I figured I’d finish the rest first, then go through your notes in one go—it saves time.”

Cheng Jingling pouted, nodding in agreement. “You’re so smart.”

By midnight, Cheng Jingling had dozed off on the couch again, sprawled out like a starfish. The two assistants were yawning nonstop. Ji Yufu found it both funny and endearing.

“Yueyue, Xiao Wei—you can go to bed. No need to keep watch with me.”

He Yue stretched and tried to stay awake. “How could we leave you alone?” Her gaze swept toward the Alpha on the couch, sleeping in every possible direction, and she nudged her foot in mild irritation—no reaction. He Yue rolled her eyes. “I don’t trust her.”

“Relax,” Ji Yufu said, amused. “You punched her yesterday—she won’t be stupid enough to try anything. Go get some rest. I’ll sleep once I’m done; otherwise, we’ll all be too tired to function tomorrow.”

“Alright then, if you need anything, just call us!”

“Goodnight, Sister Fu,” Xu Wei mumbled around a yawn as she followed He Yue into the guest room, leaving Ji Yufu alone in the living room with Cheng Jingling.

By nearly 2 a.m., Ji Yufu had finished reviewing the annotated footage. After piecing together all the clues, the entire incident finally became clear.

Just as Cheng Jingling had claimed, Tong Yali had hosted a wild party that night, inviting three investors, some of her signed minor celebrities, and a few influencers to liven things up. Around 10 p.m., Cheng Jingling arrived with her friends—unaware her drink had been spiked with an aphrodisiac.

Meanwhile, Ji Yufu, who had gone downstairs to buy toiletries, happened to run into Tong Yali on her way back to the hotel. She couldn’t recall the details afterward—only that Tong Yali had mentioned Director Zhang Muqing and screenwriter Liu Yiwen were there to discuss a new project about to start filming.

Director Zhang’s last series had starred Tong Yali and was currently a hit, so when Ji Yufu saw that producer arriving with her, she hadn’t suspected a thing. She agreed to go up and talk, thinking it was a legitimate meeting. Without family background or powerful connections, she had always carved her own path, and business talks like this were nothing new to her.

But once she entered the private room, Ji Yufu immediately felt something was off. Though Zhang and Liu were indeed there, the atmosphere reeked of something more than just business. Tong Yali was overly warm, introducing her around—especially to the three investors.

Ignoring their overly hungry stares, Ji Yufu politely exchanged a few words and steered the topic toward the supposed new drama. At first, Director Zhang looked confused, shot Tong Yali a glance, then quickly smiled and went along with it, joking about how she’d discovered her “secret project.”

Now Ji Yufu finally understood—the “new project” was just bait.

The conversation had gone smoothly, and when the mood seemed right, Tong Yali brought over drinks to toast their “future collaboration.” Ji Yufu, unsuspecting, accepted and downed it. Shortly afterward, Tong Yali personally escorted her back to her hotel room. That was where it all went wrong.

The next part of the footage was chilling.

After Ji Yufu left, it was past midnight. The party wound down. Director Zhang and Liu left with two Omegas each, while the investors clung to Tong Yali. Feigning reluctance, she pulled a few young, pretty Omegas over and handed them off to the men to appease them.

Only one investor remained. Tong Yali whispered something in his ear, and his expression twisted into a gleeful grin. Moments later, that same man appeared at Ji Yufu’s door.

By then, Ji Yufu was already suffering the effects of the aphrodisiac, her body heating uncontrollably. She sensed something was wrong and had no intention of opening the door—until she heard Tong Yali’s voice outside. Thinking Tong Yali might help her buy inhibitors, she unlocked the door, only to find the investor standing there. The voice had come from Tong Yali’s phone speaker.

Realizing she’d been tricked, Ji Yufu tried to slam the door shut, but it was too late—the man forced his way in with brute strength.

Elsewhere, Cheng Jingling’s three friends had each gone off with their own Omega. She was the only one left, passed out on the couch. A few flashy Omegas were practically fighting over her like vultures over prey. Tong Yali stepped in, deciding the “prize” should go to one of her rising stars—a beautiful Omega she was grooming for stardom.

That Omega and Tong Yali carried Cheng Jingling to Room 1108. On the way, Tong Yali instructed her subordinate on how to “entertain” the generous Alpha and to remember to collect incriminating evidence. The Omega nodded eagerly.

Once inside, Cheng Jingling was dumped onto the bed. The Omega began undressing her but remembered Tong Yali’s reminder to record it. Realizing her phone was still upstairs, she hastily got dressed again and ran back to the suite to fetch it.

Meanwhile, in another suite down the hall, Ji Yufu was struggling desperately. The drug was in full effect, but she still had enough clarity to fight back.

The living room camera caught the man’s disgusting words:

“Miss Ji, don’t be scared. I’m not here to hurt you—I just really like you. I’m your fan! I’ve seen all your movies and dramas. Please don’t run away. We can have such a wonderful night together.”

Even rewatching it, Ji Yufu felt her stomach turn. Then she saw herself on-screen—panicked, desperate, grabbing the nearest vase and smashing it over the man’s head. He collapsed, clutching his skull, and she bolted for the door.

The investor staggered up again, bloodied but still obsessed, and chased after her. Ji Yufu, fearing she’d be caught, kicked off one of her slippers in the opposite direction as a distraction before darting toward the stairwell. Seeing the slipper, the man smirked and followed—unaware he’d been tricked.

Her body was burning up, pheromones leaking uncontrollably. She couldn’t risk the elevator—someone might catch her scent. But from the twelfth floor, it was impossible to make it far on foot. The heat was growing unbearable.

Barely managing one flight down, she stumbled into the eleventh-floor hallway, desperate for a place to hide. She spotted a slightly ajar door and knocked several times—no response. Peeking inside and seeing no one, she slipped in.

When the Omega returned from upstairs with her phone and some “props,” she found the suite door locked from the inside. Furious but afraid to make noise, she banged the door lightly, cursing under her breath.

Inside, Ji Yufu heard the commotion and hid deeper into the bedroom. She couldn’t take it anymore—her body felt like it was on fire. She collapsed onto the bed, trembling from the feverish heat. Moments later, Cheng Jingling, still half-asleep, stumbled out of the bathroom and flopped right beside her.

And that was how everything began.

The misunderstanding was finally cleared.

Ji Yufu looked at the Alpha sleeping peacefully beside her, her emotions tangled and raw. She had once believed Cheng Jingling had orchestrated the entire setup—she’d hated her so much she wished her dead. But now, the truth was plain: Cheng Jingling wasn’t innocent, but she had been just as much a victim that night.

Watching her harmless, childlike sleeping face, Ji Yufu’s resentment gradually eased. Maybe the scummy Alpha wasn’t as unbearable as she’d thought. Still, that didn’t mean she was ready to forgive what had happened between them.

The final part of the footage was even more disturbing.

Driven mad by the drug, the injured investor had stormed through the halls searching for Ji Yufu. When he reached the eleventh floor, he spotted the “lucky Omega” loitering outside Ji Yufu’s room. In his delirium, he mistook her for Ji

Yufu, crept up behind her, clamped a hand over her mouth, and dragged her away—his face twisted in a grotesque grin.
Everything now made perfect sense.

Ji Yufu set the tablet down, her thoughts in chaos. She tried to stand and shake off the numbness in her legs, only to collapse back onto the couch, unable to move. Resigned, she leaned against the cushions, closed her eyes, and waited for the pins and needles to fade before heading to bed.

The sound roused Cheng Jingling. She blinked at the clock—nearly 3 a.m.—and saw Ji Yufu apparently asleep on the couch. Stretching, she shuffled around quietly, moving in and out of the bedroom.

Half-awake, Ji Yufu peeked through one eye. She saw Cheng Jingling emerge, arms full of blankets. Pretending to sleep, she listened as the Alpha’s footsteps drew closer, then felt warmth and softness envelop her.

Silence returned.

When Ji Yufu opened her eyes again, Cheng Jingling was back on the sofa, sound asleep, while she herself was wrapped snugly like a cocoon.

Eventually, sleep overtook her too.

That night, the two of them—once enemies, now unwilling companions—slept side by side in uneasy peace.