The Scummy Alpha Transmigrated into a Tragedy Novel and Went Viral! - Chapter 11

The next morning, Cheng Jingling was jolted awake by her alarm. Half-asleep, she reached out for her phone without opening her eyes—but her hand found nothing. Annoyed, she squirmed around and groped blindly along the sofa, her fingers brushing against something soft and smooth. Still drowsy, she curiously gave it a few more pats, trying to figure out what on earth she had brought to bed with her. The alarm continued its relentless ringing until she couldn’t take it anymore. Sitting up abruptly, she blinked around the unfamiliar living room and suddenly remembered—she was at Ji Yufu’s place.

Even more terrifying than the alarm was Ji Yufu’s expression.

“What are you doing?” Her voice was icy cold.

Only then did Cheng Jingling realize that the soft and smooth thing she’d been touching was none other than Ji Yufu’s arm. She snatched her hand back as if it had been burned, terrified she’d lose it if she hesitated another second.

“I—I was just trying to turn off the alarm.”

Ji Yufu shot her a frosty look, then picked up the phone from beside her legs and silenced the dutifully persistent alarm. The room finally fell quiet. Her headache eased a little, though she still felt drowsy. Cheng Jingling, on the other hand, was now wide awake and decided she might as well head home.

Just then, the door to the guest room opened. He Yue stumbled out, yawning. Her half-lidded eyes widened instantly when she saw Cheng Jingling standing by the sofa, straightening her clothes—while her own Sister Ah Fu sat huddled in a blanket, dazed, eyes rimmed red. The scene looked exactly like the aftermath of a heartless scumbag Alpha taking advantage of a poor, wronged Omega.

She gasped so hard her eyes nearly popped out of her head.

“You bastard!” she yelled, lunging forward. In two strides she had Cheng Jingling by the neck, twisting her arm behind her back and pinning her against the coffee table. “You shameless jerk! You bullied Sister Ah Fu again!”

Completely baffled and wronged, Cheng Jingling looked helplessly toward Ji Yufu for help. Ji Yufu’s face flushed a suspicious pink as she hurriedly explained, “Yueyue, you misunderstood! I’m fine—it’s just that I stayed up too late!”

He Yue wasn’t entirely convinced. She trusted Sister Ah Fu’s words, but Cheng Jingling’s character was another story. Her grip on Cheng’s neck tightened. “Is that true?” she demanded.

“Of course it’s true! You’re way tougher than me—how would I dare bully her? I’m lucky enough not to be bullied by you two!” Cheng Jingling sputtered, hands raised in surrender.

Only then did He Yue reluctantly let go.

Rubbing her sore neck, Cheng Jingling retreated to the side, feeling both aggrieved and slightly terrified. From a safe distance, she asked Ji Yufu, “Did you finish watching it last night?”

Ji Yufu met her gaze, her expression complicated. “Yes.”

“And, what did you think?” Cheng Jingling asked nervously.

“You and I were both victims,” Ji Yufu replied gravely. “Tong Yali was the mastermind behind all of it.”

Cheng Jingling let out a long sigh of relief and patted her chest, murmuring, “Thank goodness.”

Ji Yufu: “?”

He Yue leaned toward Ji Yufu, whispering in disbelief, “Sister Ah Fu, is she okay? Who’s happy about being a victim?”

Ji Yufu shook her head. “Hard to say.”

But Cheng Jingling was still basking in relief. She was glad she hadn’t really become the villain in the heroine’s story. If this whole thing had been her doing, knowing Ji Yufu’s vengeful personality from the novel, she’d probably be doomed—mission failed, life over.

“See? I didn’t lie to you! Now that the misunderstanding’s cleared up, that means we can be friends!”

Ji Yufu didn’t respond right away, but He Yue shot Cheng Jingling a disgusted look. “Tch. Who’d want to be friends with you?”

Unfazed by the snark, Cheng Jingling looked past He Yue, her expression practically pleading, Come on, just say yes. Don’t make me beg you.

After a long pause, Ji Yufu’s lips parted. “Alright.”

He Yue: “!” Sister Ah Fu, have you lost your mind?

Cheng Jingling, now officially “friend-approved,” lit up with pure joy. Inwardly, she marveled at how kind the heroine truly was—no wonder she was the female lead. This would make her future missions so much easier!

The thought alone made her beam.

Cheng Jingling’s beauty was the kind that bloomed when she smiled. Without expression, she looked cold and aloof; but when she smiled, her eyes curved like crescents, sparkling like a starry river, and the deep dimples on her cheeks made her look lively and radiant. Ji Yufu’s dull gaze seemed to brighten unconsciously at the sight. In that moment, she finally understood how Cheng Jingling had managed to cycle through twelve girlfriends.

Pretty people really were hard to resist.

“Well, if that’s all, I’ll get going,” Cheng Jingling said cheerfully, waving as she headed for the door. She didn’t even mind whether Ji Yufu responded or not—she just smiled brightly and called out, “Bye!”

“Sister Fu, are you really going to be friends with her?” He Yue frowned tightly, and Ji Yufu could practically read the words “I’m worried she’ll hurt you again” written all over her face.

“We’re working together now,” Ji Yufu replied calmly. “I can’t afford to make things too tense between us. Besides, in this matter, she really is a victim too. If I stay close to her, I might be able to use her influence to get certain things done. The surveillance footage this time, for instance—she was the one who managed to get it. If we’d had to obtain it ourselves, we might never have uncovered the mastermind behind all this.”

He Yue nodded repeatedly at that sharp analysis, but her expression still betrayed lingering worry. “But still.”

“What is it?” Ji Yufu interrupted with a teasing lilt. “If something really happens, wouldn’t you, Yueyue, protect me?” She deliberately pitched her voice into a coquettish tone, her lips curving into a sly smile.

“Of course I’ll protect you, Sister Fu! No problem at all!” He Yue puffed up with pride—she had full confidence in her own fighting ability.

Ji Yufu couldn’t help laughing, shaking her head as a wave of drowsiness washed over her. She decided to go back to her room and catch up on some sleep.

She slept soundly—deeply—for the first time since everything happened, from a little past seven in the morning until five in the evening. Ten whole hours. It was the best rest she’d had in ages. After finally uncovering the truth, her tightly wound nerves could finally relax. With her mind refreshed, she reviewed everyone and everything involved in her head again, piecing together all the information she had. This time, she was going to send Tong Yali and her old cronies a “return gift”—one so big that they’d choke on it.

Leaning back against the headboard, she picked up her phone and saw a new message from Jiang Yun.

“Yufu, that dinner with Cheng Jingling went over really well yesterday. After the pictures went out, public interest skyrocketed—people are even visiting the restaurant you two went to! Keep up the interactions with her.”

“Also, our collaboration with Yun Duo Video on that dating reality show is finalized. Shooting’s set to start next week. Tomorrow night, Madam Cheng is hosting a dinner with the director and investors—you need to be there too. Just make sure you and Cheng Jingling act natural together. Don’t let anyone see through the act.”

After reading the message, Ji Yufu replied simply: “Got it.”

Then she switched to her alternate Weibo account to lurk a bit and see how the “candid dinner shots” were doing online. From a marketing account, she found several photos of herself and Cheng Jingling walking arm-in-arm into the restaurant, chatting and laughing over dinner. The pictures were blurry and plastered with watermarks, but it was still obvious that the two of them looked close—just as the post’s caption read: “Their relationship seems pretty sweet.”

Ji Yufu scrolled through the comments. The top ones were all betting they’d break up within three months—since none of Cheng Jingling’s ex-girlfriends had lasted that long.

One user, named “Has Ji Yufu Dumped Cheng Jingling Yet?”, had written:

“Day 1 check-in.”

Hundreds of people replied, “+1.”

As she read further down, the comments gradually went off-topic, with netizens expressing shock that Cheng Jingling actually went to influencer restaurants instead of her usual high-end haunts.

After gauging the public reaction, Ji Yufu set her phone down and opened her wardrobe to pick an outfit for tomorrow’s dinner. It was a private event—no need for strict formality—but with such distinguished guests, she couldn’t afford to look careless either. She pulled out a tailored suit, then a long dress, hesitating between the two.

Finally, she took out her phone and messaged Cheng Jingling:

“What are you wearing tomorrow night?”

At that exact moment, Cheng Jingling—who had been scrolling through Weibo, eating up her own relationship gossip—nearly jumped up with excitement. Her days were suddenly looking brighter. Ji Yufu had asked what she was wearing! That had to mean she was warming up to her! Maybe even interested! This mission was getting easier by the second!

“What’s got you so excited?” the system asked dryly, detecting a sharp spike in her emotions.

Cheng Jingling ignored its snide tone, grinning from ear to ear. “She asked what I’m wearing tomorrow! She cares about me!”

“Or maybe she just wants to coordinate your outfits for business reasons?” the system deadpanned.

“I don’t believe that,” Cheng Jingling said stubbornly. “She obviously cares about my opinion!”

She rushed to her walk-in closet, snapped a picture of her chosen outfit—a cream-colored haute couture women’s suit by Sylvan Lo—and sent it over.

Ji Yufu received the photo, took one of her own pale-colored dress, and replied:

“Then I’ll wear this. We’ll look coordinated. Just make sure you cooperate tomorrow.”

“Hahahahaha! See? I told you so,” the system cackled.

Cheng Jingling stared at Ji Yufu’s message, pouting in frustration. She typed back a sulky:

“Got it.”

Then she consoled herself silently: At least things are better now. She even messages me first sometimes.

Cheng Jingling kept scrolling through Weibo. Yesterday, she’d been so busy tracking down surveillance footage that she’d forgotten to check the aftermath of their “public interaction.” Their dinner photos had blown up overnight, causing a social media frenzy. The comment section was flooded with insults about Ji Yufu’s “terrible taste.” It had been trending all day and was still sitting on the hot search list.

That evening, Cheng Jingling arrived at the restaurant with her mother, while Ji Yufu came with Jiang Yun. The two parties ran into each other right by the parking garage elevator. Jiang Yun greeted them enthusiastically.

A few steps behind, Ji Yufu spotted Cheng Jingling immediately—tall and long-legged in her cream suit, the kind of outfit most people couldn’t pull off, but she made it look effortlessly elegant. Her long hair was softly curled, her makeup flawless, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses adding an extra touch of refinement. Even Ji Yufu had to admit—Cheng Jingling looked impressively proper tonight.

Cheng Jingling waved at her, and Ji Yufu smiled back. Jiang Yun held the elevator door for Madam Yang Shujuan, ushering her inside. Taking advantage of the moment, Cheng Jingling stepped closer to Ji Yufu, her eyes lighting up as she

said, “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you,” Ji Yufu replied lightly. “You too.”

In the quiet elevator, they stood side by side. Ji Yufu’s French-style white gown flowed elegantly around her, her soft curls framing a face that glowed with delicate poise and allure.

Madam Yang secretly studied the two women. Two stunning young women standing together—an undeniably striking sight. If judged by looks alone, they were a perfect match. If only Ji Yufu’s family background weren’t so humble, she thought with regret.

Meanwhile, through the reflective elevator walls, Jiang Yun observed the pair and couldn’t help sighing inwardly. Cheng Jingling’s looks, figure, and charisma were impeccable. If only she wasn’t such a scoundrel, Jiang Yun mused, she and Ji Yufu would be flawless together.