The Scummy Alpha Transmigrated into a Tragedy Novel and Went Viral! - Chapter 15

After throwing out her last defiant remark, Cheng Jingling collapsed onto the table, drawing a burst of laughter from everyone present. Ji Yufu quickly caught her and helped her rest her head on her folded arms. With the “flower protector” down for the count, no one dared to toast Ji Yufu anymore. The group instead took the opportunity to chat about famous tourist destinations across the country—especially the first stop of their show, a city of eternal springtime that many celebrity couples had visited and praised endlessly. The scenery, they said, was breathtaking this time of year.

Ji Yufu sat quietly, listening to their cheerful chatter, her thoughts already drifting far away. She hadn’t expected Cheng Jingling to step in and drink for her. Ji Yufu was naturally aloof and accustomed to handling things alone. In the past, only He Yue or Jiang Yun would ever share her drinks. Remembering how Cheng Jingling had downed glass after glass without hesitation made Ji Yufu’s chest feel inexplicably warm.

She glanced at the young woman’s sleeping face—serene and soft—and found her harder than ever to figure out.

The dinner didn’t end until half past ten. Ji Yufu called for her driver and He Yue to come help. While waiting, she exchanged polite farewells with the remaining guests. By the time her team arrived, only she and Cheng Jingling were left in the private room.

“Ah Fu, we’re here!” He Yue hurried over protectively.

“Let’s go back to the hotel,” Ji Yufu said.

The driver, a male Beta, took one side while Ji Yufu supported the other, helping Cheng Jingling out of the restaurant and into the car. By the time they got the drunk Alpha settled in the back seat, Ji Yufu’s body ached and her forehead was damp with sweat.

“Ah Fu, she drank so much! Why didn’t you stop her?” He Yue muttered, clearly displeased.

“She was drinking for me,” Ji Yufu said softly, adjusting Cheng Jingling’s posture and checking her seatbelt before signaling the driver to head for the hotel.

“Didn’t expect her to be that considerate,” He Yue grumbled under her breath. “Well, good thing the hotel room only has one bed. At least we won’t have to worry about her trying anything funny tonight.”

When they arrived, Ji Yufu and He Yue half-carried, half-dragged Cheng Jingling into the room and dropped her gently onto the bed. It was already late. Ji Yufu told He Yue to rest up—according to the director’s message, they’d be leaving right after breakfast tomorrow, so everyone needed to sleep early.

Feeling sticky with sweat, Ji Yufu decided to shower. But having an unconscious Alpha in the room made her hesitate. She called Cheng Jingling’s name twice, just to be sure. When there was no response, she finally took her pajamas and slipped into the bathroom.

The sound of running water filled the quiet room. Behind the frosted glass, Ji Yufu’s graceful silhouette was faintly visible, the hazy contours blending with the soft amber lighting—an image both restrained and sensual. The dim glow fell across Cheng Jingling’s sleeping face, adding a trace of dreamlike tenderness to the night.

But Cheng Jingling’s brow was tightly furrowed. In her dreams, she was terrified.

She dreamt of drinking with friends, then recklessly racing down a mountain road. When she hit a sharp curve, the car lost control, crashing through the guardrail and plunging off the cliff. She didn’t die—she woke in a hospital bed, pale and weak, while her parents wept beside her, their eyes bloodshot, their hair suddenly streaked with white. The sound of their grief echoed painfully through her half-conscious dream.

When Ji Yufu emerged, she was wearing modest cotton pajamas. As she towel-dried her hair, a faint sound reached her ears—a soft, broken sob. She froze, listening carefully, then walked over to the bed. There, Cheng Jingling lay frowning, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes. Ji Yufu’s heart jolted, her gaze unconsciously softening.

“Mom, I want to go home.”

Ji Yufu: “…”

These two haven’t even been apart for a full day.

Suppressing a sigh, Ji Yufu gently wiped away Cheng Jingling’s tears. She couldn’t quite relate to that kind of attachment, but she could still understand how powerful maternal love was.

She walked to the vanity, took out a cotton pad, and began carefully removing Cheng Jingling’s makeup—then washed her face with a warm, damp towel. Up close, she noticed how young she looked. At just over twenty, her skin was smooth and pale, like freshly peeled egg white. Ji Yufu couldn’t resist poking her cheek—so soft, so springy.

After cleaning her hands, Ji Yufu tried to remove Cheng Jingling’s jacket. But the younger woman was limp and uncooperative. Ji Yufu looped an arm around her neck to lift her slightly, but as a delicate Omega, her strength was limited.

She barely managed to get one sleeve off before her arms gave out, and both of them tumbled back onto the bed together.

Ji Yufu found herself on top, their faces inches apart, their breaths mingling.

For a split second, she remembered that night at the hotel—the night Cheng Jingling, under the influence of pheromones, had pinned her down and done whatever she pleased. Now, their positions reversed, the sensation was complicated. Cheng Jingling groaned faintly beneath her, shifting uncomfortably. Ji Yufu quickly shook off the thought, gave up on undressing her, and gently laid her back down properly.

The night outside was silent. In her dream, Cheng Jingling once again saw the car lose control and fly off the cliff—this time she gasped and bolted upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat. Realizing it was only a nightmare, she let out a shaky breath and checked her phone: 2 a.m.

When she turned, she saw Ji Yufu asleep beside her and nearly jumped out of her skin. She pressed a palm to her forehead, scrambled barefoot off the bed, and looked around in confusion before remembering—they were at the Minglai Hotel, not the Zunhuang Hotel from her nightmare.

Then she noticed the four pillows neatly lined up between them like a wall. She quickly straightened the one she’d knocked askew and tiptoed over to the sofa to sleep.

The next morning, the alarm woke them both. After washing up, they went down for breakfast. He Yue had already sent Ji Yufu’s luggage to the car.

“You didn’t bring an assistant?” Ji Yufu asked, noticing Cheng Jingling standing alone.

“Nope,” Cheng Jingling replied, shaking her head. “I can handle my own stuff. You go ahead and eat first.” She followed He Yue downstairs to arrange her bags, leaving Ji Yufu watching her retreating back with a thoughtful look.

When she returned, Cheng Jingling sat beside her. Ji Yufu pushed over a plate—sunny-side-up eggs and bacon—and handed her a knife, fork, and a glass of milk.

Cheng Jingling blinked, surprised. “Oh—thank you!”

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I just picked something.”

Cheng Jingling’s smile bloomed bright and genuine. “I’m not picky. Thanks!”

After breakfast, the couples gathered to board the bus. Cheng Jingling stood by the door, watching staff rush forward to fit them all with mics and soundpacks, looking completely lost.

“What’s this for?” she asked.

“The director wants to start filming from inside the car,” Ji Yufu explained. “Makes for better material during editing.” She was calm—used to this sort of thing—and cooperated smoothly.

Cheng Jingling, however, panicked. She tried to find the director, but a crew member hurried her along. “Ms. Cheng, we’re leaving soon! Please cooperate, thank you!”

Awkwardly laughing twice, she straightened her posture and let them attach her mic and powder her face.

Once on the bus, she spotted the camera aimed squarely at the front seats and grew tense. She remembered the director’s advice—‘Try to act affectionate and gentlemanly on camera.’

She needed a persona.

Opening her phone, she searched: “What type of Alpha is most popular?”

Dozens of results popped up. She clicked on the top-ranked post.

“This is a complicated question. Every Omega prefers a different kind of Alpha. To be attractive, you must first understand what type you are—and play to your strengths.”

Cheng Jingling nodded thoughtfully. That made sense. She rubbed her chin, wondering what type she was. She couldn’t quite decide, but one thing was certain: she was definitely a high-quality Alpha.

“Newly-differentiated Alphas who can’t fully control their pheromones are usually called ‘puppy Alphas’—innocent, fresh, and cute, which makes them very appealing to Omegas.”

“Cute?” Cheng Jingling grimaced. She, a born dominator, being called cute? Ridiculous.

“On the opposite end, you have ‘wolf Alphas’—the assertive, possessive type that exudes power and gives Omegas a strong sense of security.”

That sounded good, but she didn’t think she was quite a “wolf Alpha” either.

“The most popular of all, however, are the ‘CEO Alphas’—handsome, wealthy, confident, and devoted. They’re not talkative, but they show love through action, and are the ultimate example of strength wrapped in tenderness. Omegas find them irresistible.”

Her eyes lit up. That’s me.

Cheng Jingling straightened her back, confidence surging.

“Dominant, huh,” she murmured, recalling scenes from TV dramas. After a moment’s preparation, she smoothly switched into her “CEO mode.” Turning to Ji Yufu with a smirk that she thought was suave, she thought smugly: Woman, you’re blessed to have me.

The cameraman watching through the lens nearly dropped his rig, shuddering from the secondhand embarrassment. The couples in the back seats exchanged looks toward the front.

Noticing the attention, Cheng Jingling thought it was her moment to shine. She tilted her head, gave the camera a devil-may-care grin, and reached out to clasp Ji Yufu’s hand. Her voice dropped low and raspy.

“Don’t be afraid,” she said, flashing a teasing arch of her brow. “You’ve got me.”

The cameraman rolled his eyes so hard it almost hurt.

Ji Yufu, utterly baffled, kept her face neutral. Then, remembering the camera, she forced a gentle, touched smile—the kind of expression that screamed “loving partner.”

Pleased with the reaction, Cheng Jingling decided the CEO persona was perfect. She would maintain it for the entire season—

completely unaware that the second half of that post read:

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