The Scummy Alpha Transmigrated into a Tragedy Novel and Went Viral! - Chapter 29

Lin Jinyu was taken aback by Cheng Jingling’s request—completely bewildered, in fact. They were a pair of lovers in their honeymoon phase. Why would they resort to such a risky and thankless treatment?

“I’m sorry, Miss Cheng, but I can’t help you with that,” Lin Jinyu said earnestly. “It’s illegal—and it would cause severe harm to your body. I sincerely advise you not to try something so dangerous.”

“Dr. Lin, please, help me. We can sign a consent agreement. I’m doing this of my own will—you won’t be held responsible!”

Lin Jinyu adjusted her glasses and looked at Cheng Jingling’s pleading face, her own expression cool and unmoved. She could tell what was right and wrong.

“I’m sorry,” she said flatly, “but I can’t comply with your request.”

With that, she slid the medical journal back onto the shelf and was about to return to her office.

But Cheng Jingling refused to give up. She had finally found a way that might restore Ji Yufu’s health—no matter how risky, she was willing to try.

“Wait!” Cheng Jingling hurried three steps forward and lowered her posture in a desperate plea. “Dr. Lin, I’m begging you. Just this once. If it doesn’t work, I’ll never trouble you again. You want to heal your patient too, don’t you?”

“You could just mark her directly,” Lin Jinyu countered with confusion. “Why go through all this trouble?” She truly couldn’t understand what kind of scheme this notorious scumbag Alpha was planning.

“I want to respect her will,” Cheng Jingling said quietly. “Even if I tell myself it’s for her own good, I still want to wait until she says yes. But, her body might not have that much time left. So before that day comes, Dr. Lin, please—I’m asking you to help me.”

Lin Jinyu was stunned. In her mind, Cheng Jingling was a flirt and a player; Ji Yufu must have been blinded by some strange impulse to fall for her. But hearing this—hearing her say she wanted to respect an Omega’s choice, even at her own expense—made Lin Jinyu see her in a completely different light.

A faint smile tugged at Lin Jinyu’s lips. For the first time, she found Cheng Jingling somewhat interesting. If she refused now, it would almost seem unkind.

“You said it yourself,” she said. “You’ll take full responsibility.”

Cheng Jingling immediately caught the implication. Her eyes lit up and she nodded repeatedly. “Yes—yes, of course!”

“Then come with me.”

Lin Jinyu led her into a small partitioned examination room connected to her office. “Lie down,” she instructed.

Cheng Jingling obediently removed her shoes and climbed onto the bed. She saw Lin Jinyu preparing a long, slender syringe and a test tube. Lin parted the hair at the back of her neck, disinfecting the skin around her glands. The cold touch of the cotton swab made Cheng Jingling flinch involuntarily.

“It’ll hurt a little. Bear with it,” came Lin Jinyu’s calm voice.

Before Cheng Jingling could brace herself, a sharp, searing pain shot from the back of her neck. Her hands clenched into tight fists as her whole body tensed and trembled.

“Relax,” Lin Jinyu reminded her.

Cheng Jingling gripped the fabric of her clothes, forcing herself to stay still. The needle continued its slow insertion. When two-thirds had sunk in, faint pink glandular fluid began to flow into the syringe. Once it was full, Lin Jinyu carefully withdrew the needle and stopped the bleeding.

By the time the procedure was done, Cheng Jingling was drenched in cold sweat. Lin poured the extracted glandular fluid into a reagent tube for later purification, while Cheng Jingling took a long time to steady herself before getting off the bed. Her face was pale, her body visibly weakened.

“Dr. Lin,” she murmured, “please keep this between us. If anyone asks, just say it’s a new medication.”

Lin Jinyu gave her a sideways glance, amusement flickering in her eyes. “You really are something else.”

Cheng Jingling glanced at the clock—half an hour had passed already. She quickly excused herself and hurried back to the car.

He Yue shot her an annoyed glare, clearly unhappy with how long she’d taken. Cheng Jingling sat down, breathing heavily. Her nape still throbbed faintly. After staying up all night taking care of Ji Yufu and now enduring the extraction, exhaustion washed over her in waves.

“Where’s your medicine?” Ji Yufu asked, noticing her empty hands and frowning slightly.

“I took it already,” Cheng Jingling replied softly, eyes closed.

That evening, the three boarded a flight back to Yun City. Early the next morning, they returned to the set.

Once Cheng Jingling and Ji Yufu rejoined the crew, filming resumed as usual. It was their final day in Yun City. The director had arranged a special session at a professional fragrance lab, where each couple would create a personalized perfume to gift their partner—a scent that embodied their love.

The director had gone to great lengths for this closing shoot. After a collective lesson on the basics of perfumery, everyone was asked to choose the flower that best represented their lover and design a unique fragrance around it.

When it was Cheng Jingling’s turn, she stood before a dazzling array of flowers, overwhelmed. What kind of perfume should she make for Ji Yufu?

What kind of scent would Ji Yufu like?

She leaned forward, sniffing petal after petal, moving through the blooms like a diligent little honeybee searching for the perfect flower. After several rounds, her nose itched and she sneezed. Rubbing it helplessly, she still hadn’t decided.

Just then, she noticed a single crimson petal clinging to her sleeve. Picking it up, she examined its velvety texture between her fingers—it was from a red rose. She pouted in mild disdain. Red roses—how cliché.

She was about to toss the fallen petal back onto the counter when she froze.

Ji Yufu wasn’t she a red rose herself?

After leaving her, Ji Yufu would go on to create an unprecedented legacy in cinema. She would have a patient, destined Alpha by her side, and a mother’s long-lost love to fill the void of her childhood.

A life like that—brilliant, radiant, and proud—wasn’t it just like a red rose in full bloom?

If that day still lay somewhere far in the future, then she wished with all her heart for it to arrive soon—

and when it did, may Ji Yufu’s long-awaited happiness bloom, brilliant and everlasting.

Creating a bottle of perfume in just one day was no small feat—especially for celebrities with neither the knowledge nor the experience. From eight in the morning until six in the evening, the filming went on nonstop. By the end, every pair had finally completed their unique scent. To make the finale more memorable, director Wang Yumin decided to move the shoot back to where the show had begun—the magnificent sea of flowers.

Under his direction, the narrow paths between the fields were transformed into a runway. Each couple would start from opposite ends, meet in the middle, present and introduce their perfumes, exchange them, and finally return to their seats for dinner.

The first to appear were Bai Weilan and Xiao Chengyi.

Bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, they walked toward each other through the flowers, their eyes locked tenderly. Xiao Chengyi took out a perfume bottle he’d been hiding behind his back. His theme was lily. Looking deeply into Bai Weilan’s eyes, he said softly but firmly:

“There’s no special reason I chose this scent—only because you’re my first love. Pure, like a lily. I wanted to turn that first heartbeat into a perfume, so that every anniversary from now on will carry the scent of our beginning.”

His words moved everyone present; cheers and applause erupted all around.

Bai Weilan smiled shyly and revealed her own creation.

“Mine is clivia. After all these years of knowing and loving you, I’ve come to realize—you’re like this flower: rare, elegant, and the more I know you, the deeper I fall.”

The crowd cheered even louder as they exchanged perfumes and embraced before returning to their seats.

The next couple, Jiang Yiyu and Wang Zicheng, took the stage with flair. Jiang strutted down the field runway with such confidence that the narrow dirt path suddenly looked like an international fashion show. When they met in the middle, he wrapped an arm around Wang’s neck, hooked a leg around his waist, threw a teasing wink at the camera—and kissed him passionately. The audience screamed in delight, and behind the monitors, Wang Yumin could hardly stop laughing. Jiang might be a handful, but he was truly a natural entertainer.

His chosen scent was cedarwood. He raised the perfume and said affectionately:

“I know I have a bad temper. I pick fights and act spoiled. But I really love you—and I’m grateful you always tolerate me. You’re the one person I can rely on completely.”

Wang Zicheng’s perfume was sage. He scratched his head and said awkwardly:

“Uh. I didn’t know what to pick, so I just kind of, did eeny-meeny-miny-moe.”

The guests burst out laughing, and Jiang’s expression darkened at once. Realizing his blunder, Wang hurriedly added:

“What I meant is—I love you just as you are. No conditions, no expectations. Whatever you are, that’s what I like.”

Instant recovery. The audience applauded again, the host clapped first, and Jiang blushed bright red, hiding his smile behind his hand. Married for years, and still this sweet—it was impossible not to envy them.

The third pair, artists Jiao Yanting and Zhao Yimai, immediately stood out. Instead of walking gracefully down the runway, they ran toward each other at full speed, spinning in a joyful embrace that left everyone stunned.

Zhao pulled out his perfume with a magician’s flourish and started singing:

“Gardenias in bloom, the warmth of youth, the purity of love!”

To everyone’s surprise, his theme was gardenia.

Jiao wasn’t to be outdone. She sang back playfully:

“You’re my rose, my dearest flower, my love, my heart’s desire!” Her perfume was yellow rose.

Their theatrical duet had the audience roaring with laughter. Their songs might have been old-fashioned, but their harmony was flawless—everyone agreed they were a match made in heaven.

The fourth couple, Huang Yili and Liu Ke, had the tough job of following the artists’ act. For a moment, Huang even considered doing a backflip down the runway. But one glance at the narrow path and the soft flowerbeds convinced her otherwise. Falling into the field—or worse, kicking Liu Ke into it—would be a disaster. She decided to play it safe and walk properly.

Huang’s theme was freesia. Holding the perfume carefully, she said sincerely:

“I know you love freesia, so I made this just for you. If it brings you joy, then I’m happy too.”

Applause filled the air, and Liu Ke’s eyes turned red with emotion.

“Mine is cherry blossom,” he replied softly. “Our time together has been so beautiful. I’ll never forget the way you smiled beneath the cherry trees. I want to spend my life making sure you keep smiling like that.”

After their warm exchange, it was time for the final couple—the much-anticipated highlight of the show.

Standing at the start of the path, Cheng Jingling suddenly felt her nerves kick in. When the crew signaled her to start walking, she hesitated, unsure which foot to step with first. In her flustered state, she ended up stepping forward with both hand and foot on the same side, earning a wave of laughter from the crowd.

Her cheeks flushed hot. She quickly corrected her stride and moved forward. As the distance between them closed, she saw Ji Yufu walking toward her through the wind and flowers, bathed in the orange glow of sunset—like a goddess stepping out of an oil painting. Cheng Jingling’s heartbeat faltered. Ji Yufu’s lips curved into a gentle smile, and without meaning to, Cheng Jingling smiled back.

The moment they stood together, the chemistry between them was undeniable. They didn’t need to pose; just standing side by side was enough to make the whole scene glow.

Cheng Jingling presented her perfume first, drawing gasps from the audience. Inside a square glass bottle, a delicate pink liquid shimmered, dotted with floating flower petals—elegant, breathtaking, and leagues above the rest.

“Yufu,” she said softly, “you’ll always be the red rose at the center of my heart. I’ll protect you with everything I have, so that your life may bloom as radiantly as this rose.”

Her confession was simple and unpolished—not the poetic words of an actress, but something sincere and real. And somehow, that honesty made Ji Yufu’s heart stir even more deeply.

Ji Yufu’s perfume was sunflower.

Looking at Cheng Jingling, she remembered the night she’d watched over her bedside—the calmness of her sleeping face, the warmth that had quietly filled her heart.

“You’re my little sun,” she said tenderly. “I want to be a sunflower—forever turning toward you.”

Her gentle words melted the entire audience. Cheers and cries of envy filled the air.

When they exchanged perfumes, Ji Yufu pulled Cheng Jingling into an embrace and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. Cheng Jingling froze, her eyes wide in surprise, before her face turned crimson from ear to ear.

The crowd erupted in playful jeers and applause.

Lovers in a sea of flowers, bathed in the glow of the setting sun—exchanging perfumes and smiles over dinner. The entire world seemed painted in pink, the sweetness spilling out of the screen.