The Scummy Alpha Transmigrated into a Tragedy Novel and Went Viral! - Chapter 2

Since the day Cheng Jingling was admitted, her mother had stayed by her side, and her father came to visit every day without fail.

When the call about the accident first came, Mrs. Cheng nearly fainted on the spot. She immediately phoned her husband, then had the driver rush her to the hospital. But the glaring red light outside the operating room was too much for her to bear—her body went weak, and she nearly collapsed. A crowd of people hurried forward to support her onto a chair in the corridor. Once her vision cleared, she instantly grabbed Jiang Yun out of the group. At that moment she had no energy to keep up her elegant society-wife image, and her sharp tongue lashed out mercilessly.

“Jiang, you’d better make yourself clear! Otherwise, I’ll make sure you pay dearly for this!”

Jiang Yun stumbled under the shoving, almost falling to the ground. She dared not retaliate, only forcing herself to remain calm and speak in a gentle tone. Once the furious mother’s anger had somewhat abated, Jiang Yun relied on her years of hard-earned tact in the industry to carve out a chance for negotiation.

Leaning close, she whispered into Yang Shujuan’s ear:

“This concerns Miss Cheng’s reputation and the Cheng family’s standing. Madam, it would be best if we spoke privately.”

The words struck home. Jiang Yun immediately sensed the change—Yang Shujuan, who had just been a desperate, protective mother, shifted back into the calculating businesswoman she truly was. Jiang Yun knew her opening had landed.

Yang Shujuan shot her a cold sideways glance. After a pause, she said, “Come with me.”

She led Jiang Yun into a private lounge, where no one could interrupt or eavesdrop. Once inside, Jiang Yun politely locked the door. But when she turned back, she met Yang Shujuan’s sharp gaze from above—arms crossed, a posture radiating authority. Jiang Yun felt the sting of that scrutiny, but quickly masked her discomfort with a practiced smile.

“What exactly did you mean just now?” Yang Shujuan demanded.

“What’s all this talk about protecting Lingling’s reputation and the Cheng family’s face? Spell it out—or don’t think you’ll survive in this circle.”

Jiang Yun kept her tone frank and steady.

“Madam, what happened tonight was truly an accident. Miss Cheng is injured—I’m deeply distressed about that—but I need to lay out the full story, otherwise unnecessary misunderstandings will spread.”

On the way to the hospital, Jiang Yun had pieced together everything she’d learned from He Yue, along with the on-site evidence she kept. Only after carefully rehearsing the sequence over and over in her head did she arrive at a version that could work in their favor—one she dared present as “an accident.”

“Along with Miss Cheng, Ji Yufu was also hospitalized. When I rushed to the hotel after the call, Miss Cheng was already bleeding heavily, and Ji Yufu had collapsed from pheromone instability. Both of their conditions were critical. They are both victims here…”

“Victims?!” Yang Shujuan exploded, cutting her off.

“My daughter’s skull is cracked open, she’s still on the operating table—and you’re telling me they’re both victims?! Don’t think I don’t know—you’re just trying to shield your cash cow as her agent. But she attacked my daughter. That debt will be settled, no matter what you say!”

Wiping the sweat from her brow, Jiang Yun pressed on, desperate to defend her star asset.

“Madam, that’s not quite right. Ji Yufu’s test results are out—her body was flooded with a high dose of inducement agents, forcing her into heat and triggering her pheromone collapse. She acted out of self-preservation. In that moment… Madam, as a fellow Omega, what would you have done to save yourself?”

She deliberately painted Ji Yufu’s plight in stark terms, framing it through the shared vulnerability of being Omega. The implication was clear: Ji Yufu hadn’t meant to harm Cheng Jingling—she had no choice. Sure enough, Yang Shujuan’s frown deepened, though she no longer snapped back.

Sensing the shift, Jiang Yun pushed further:

“Both sides were injured. We can treat it as even. What’s more important is what comes next.”

She pulled out her phone, opening messages to show Yang Shujuan. Her confidence grew.

“This is the real problem: paparazzi already caught Miss Cheng and Ji Yufu entering the hotel. Worse, they filmed them being carried out and rushed to the hospital. This can’t be suppressed—it’s too big. Once it breaks, it will damage us both. Which is why I believe we should work together to manage this crisis.”

Yang Shujuan scrolled through the photos and chat logs, her jaw clenched. Trouble—her daughter never failed to stir it up. Scolding could wait; saving face for the Cheng family could not. However logical Jiang Yun’s words were, Yang Shujuan refused to lose her composure.

“Hmph! No wonder you’re called a golden agent—you do have a silver tongue. But even if this scandal comes out, the Cheng family has nothing to fear. To be blunt, Lingling’s reputation in love matters has never been clean. If anything, this will only reinforce her spoiled playgirl image—not a catastrophe.”

“As for your so-called ‘inducement agent’? That could just as easily be something Ji Yufu injected herself to spice things up. Do you know how many Omegas in the entertainment world would do anything to climb into our family’s circle?”

Lounging smugly on the sofa, Yang Shujuan dismissed her.

Jiang Yun’s chest burned with anger at the woman’s arrogance—wielding power without care for anyone else’s survival. But outwardly, she kept her smile intact.

“Madam, you’re not wrong. But you must also see—Ji Yufu isn’t just some internet starlet. She’s a nationally recognized film queen. This won’t blow over easily. If mishandled, the fallout will be devastating for both sides. Yet if we cooperate, we can shape this into a win-win outcome.”

She silently urged the other woman to stop pretending aloofness.

Yang Shujuan’s smirk gradually faded. Her phone vibrated—she checked the message, and her expression darkened. Jiang Yun watched closely: clenched jaw, then a quick flicker in her eyes before she pasted on a new smile. Her stance had shifted.

Yang Shujuan had built her empire from nothing, weathered countless storms. No words could easily sway her. But Jiang Yun had reminded her of one critical fact: Ji Yufu’s influence was not to be underestimated.

Yes, the Cheng family could strong-arm the scandal into silence. But suppression never worked as well as redirection. And Ji Yufu—by all accounts a rare talent with both clean reputation and mass appeal—would make an ideal partner. If harnessed, she could polish Cheng Jingling’s tarnished image, and by extension, boost the family business.

The more she thought, the clearer it became: cooperation would bring far more gain than loss. A smile of satisfaction spread across her lips.

“You’re right. A win-win is the best path. What’s your plan?”

The moment Jiang Yun heard those words, her spirits soared. No longer parched with anxiety, she eagerly began to outline her strategy.

“Here’s what we propose, Madam…”

Meanwhile, the two unconscious women had no idea their fates were being sealed in another room.

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In the hospital ward, Cheng Jingling finally stirred. Her head throbbed beneath thick bandages. She winced, muttering to herself that Ji Yufu’s blow had been brutal.

When Yang Shujuan returned and saw her daughter awake, she rushed to her bedside.

“Sweetheart, you’re awake! How do you feel?”

The doctor had warned that her injuries were severe, that she might never wake again. Yang Shujuan had been sick with fear of losing her only daughter. Now, seeing her awake, she was nearly in tears.

“Mom!” Cheng Jingling gripped her mother’s arms, staring hard at her face—exactly like the mother she knew in reality.

Her heart leapt in panic. Had her mom transmigrated into this world too?!

“Mom, what are you doing here?” she asked anxiously. If her parents had followed her into this novel world and failed their missions, would their whole family face annihilation? She couldn’t drag them down with her.

“Silly girl, what kind of question is that? You’re gravely hurt—of course I rushed here. How could I rest otherwise?” Yang Shujuan said tenderly.

Tears welled in Cheng Jingling’s eyes. She buried her head in her mother’s arms, vowing silently to protect her at all costs.

Inwardly, she roared: System, you useless thing—get out here!

“If you don’t show yourself, I quit!”

The system lazily materialized, flipping in the air before forming eyes, nose, and mouth, giving her its usual disdainful look.

“What now?” it drawled.

“My mom’s here too! Is she in danger? How much more are you hiding from me? If you don’t explain today, I’m done!” Cheng Jingling’s eyes blazed with fury.

“Oh, that.” The system relaxed, amused.

“You don’t need to worry. She only looks like your real mother, but she isn’t. Your actual mom never entered this world. Like I told you, this place is constructed by the novel system, so even your ‘mother’ here is a fictional character. As for why she looks exactly like your real mom… well, that’s just for dramatic effect.”

Cheng Jingling wasn’t entirely convinced, but the explanation made sense. As long as her real parents were safe, she could breathe again.

“I’m fine now, Mom, don’t worry.”

“How can you say that? You were unconscious for three days—you nearly scared me to death!” Yang Shujuan scolded gently.

“What? Three days?!” Cheng Jingling was stunned. “What about Ji Yufu?”

“You still have the nerve to ask about others?” her mother snapped.

“She hasn’t woken yet. Pheromone collapse isn’t easy to recover from. Why do you even care?”

“No reason, just asking,” Cheng Jingling muttered, biting back the urge to apologize. If this was still the start of the plot, her words wouldn’t change anything.

“Lingling, you’ve caused a disaster this time.” Yang Shujuan handed her a phone, showing her the chaos online.

The paparazzi had exposed everything: her and Ji Yufu entering the hotel, being taken to the hospital, even hints of what happened inside the suite. Their names dominated the trending charts, each tagged with “explosive.” On top of that, Cheng Jingling’s long history of romantic scandals was being dug up again.

“What… what’s going on?!” she stammered, overwhelmed.

“The night you were admitted, Ji Yufu’s agent approached me about cooperation. Not long after, paparazzi came to me with the photos, trying to negotiate. At first, I thought we could buy them off. While I bargained, I also discussed countermeasures with Jiang Yun. But by eight o’clock the next morning, the paparazzi dropped the bomb anyway. We’ve been on the back foot since—and we still haven’t issued an official response.”

Scrolling through waves of online insults and accusations of corrupt capital, Cheng Jingling felt her chest tighten.

“Then what do we do?”

Her mother’s gaze was steely, resolute.

“There’s only one solution.”

Cheng Jingling swallowed hard, sensing the gravity of what was coming.

“We make it official—we announce your relationship with Ji Yufu.”