The Scummy Alpha Transmigrated into a Tragedy Novel and Went Viral! - Chapter 34

The morning schedule went smoothly. In the afternoon, the main task was filming the punishment segment for the other two couples. Once shooting began, Cheng Jingling sat in the shade watching Jiang Yiyu and Wang Zicheng reluctantly set out with tools in hand to pick up cow dung and sheep droppings. Huang Yili and Liu Ke went with them. The director’s requirement was simple: fill the basket within three hours—any area was fair game.

Jiang Yiyu wore a mask and held a pair of tongs, stomping around the grass in a foul mood as he searched for droppings. Whenever he spotted a piece, he immediately pinched it up and tossed it into the basket. Wang Zicheng followed beside him, trying to comfort him, saying it was only temporary. The scene was so comically tragic that Cheng Jingling could hardly contain her laughter. Jiang Yiyu loved arguing with her on a daily basis—seeing him punished like this was honestly thrilling!

But even the winners had work to do. The director arranged a horseback activity for them. Each couple was paired with a local herder skilled in riding, serving as their instructor. All three couples learned to ride together on the vast grassland. Cheng Jingling and Ji Yufu’s instructor was a young girl named Sang Zhuo—she looked no more than twenty. Despite her age, she had been riding since she was four, giving her sixteen full years of riding “experience.” She had practically grown up in a saddle.

The instructors first demonstrated their impressive horsemanship, earning cheers from the crowd. Hearing the commotion, Jiang Yiyu looked over from afar, eyes filled with envy. After the performance, the instructors guided the celebrities to familiarize themselves with their horses. To help them quickly bond with the animals, the instructors even prepared carrots for them to feed the horses, encouraging them to pet them and overcome their fear.

“Try feeding him. His name is Black Dragon, and he has a great temper!” Sang Zhuo handed half a carrot to Cheng Jingling. She hesitated before taking it—having such a huge animal standing in front of her was intimidating. She cautiously stepped forward, but Black Dragon suddenly sneezed, startling her into stumbling back. Sang Zhuo pursed her lips in speechless exasperation. Once Cheng Jingling confirmed it was a false alarm, she approached again under

Sang Zhuo’s encouragement and fed Black Dragon the carrot. The horse clearly enjoyed it—its ears flicked and its tail swished. Cheng Jingling gathered her courage to pet him and, under Sang Zhuo’s guidance, stepped into the stirrup and mounted the horse.

Sang Zhuo led her forward at a slow pace. Atop the horse, the entire grassland unfolded before her eyes, and she suddenly realized horseback riding was actually quite fun. After she’d had her fill of sightseeing, Sang Zhuo went to teach Ji Yufu next. Ji Yufu was far more daring—she mounted the horse independently and even rode at a light trot, leaving Cheng Jingling utterly stunned.

Watching her graceful posture atop the horse, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “She’s so cool!”

Ji Yufu steered her horse over and extended a hand, inviting her to ride together. Cheng Jingling practically lit up with joy and scrambled onto the horse.

“If you’re scared, you can hold on to me.”

“Okay!”

Cheng Jingling did not waste her kindness. Ji Yufu felt the arms tightly wrapped around her waist like climbing vines and fell silent—she was nearly losing her breath.

Once Cheng Jingling was settled, the two rode slowly across the grassland. Cheng Jingling clung to Ji Yufu, her chin resting on her shoulder. At such intimate distance, she could clearly smell Ji Yufu’s perfume mingling with her own pheromones, making her heart itch.

“Let’s go a little farther!” Cheng Jingling suddenly urged.

“Where do you want to go?” Ji Yufu tugged lightly on the reins, guiding Black Dragon forward.

“I want to look around up ahead.”

Ji Yufu didn’t suspect anything and continued riding forward. Not far ahead, Jiang Yiyu and Wang Zicheng were still picking up cow dung. Their basket was already more than half full—progress looked great.

“A little more to the left,” Cheng Jingling whispered into Ji Yufu’s ear, sounding excited.

“What are you planning?” Jiang Yiyu was on the left. Ji Yufu worried getting too close would scare him—or worse, scare the horse.

“Nothing.” Cheng Jingling’s eyes gleamed with mischief.

Just then, exhausted from bending over, Jiang Yiyu straightened up to rest. Seeing Cheng Jingling hugging his goddess while riding a tall horse, leisurely parading around like a victor, made his mood deteriorate even more. He tried pretending he hadn’t noticed, but the smug expression on Cheng Jingling’s face stabbed into his eyes like needles.

“What are you looking at! Go away!” He finally couldn’t hold back and snapped at them.

Ji Yufu quickly pulled the reins and had Black Dragon turn around. She shouldn’t have listened to Cheng Jingling. How could she forget the terrible relationship between those two or that Cheng Jingling was a certified gremlin?

Being shouted at, Cheng Jingling refused to admit defeat. She turned back and sang at him: “Little cabbage, wilting in the field.” The lyrics were harmless, but the insult was devastating. Jiang Yiyu’s temper exploded instantly. He raised his tongs to chase after them, but luckily Wang Zicheng grabbed him. Quarreling was fine—but if he spooked the horse and someone fell off, it would be a disaster.

At 6 p.m., all the couples gathered for dinner after completing their tasks. Cheng Jingling and Ji Yufu were served a beef hotpot, along with tripe and steaks. Xiao Chengyi and Bai Weilan received the same mutton feast. Jiao Yanting and Zhao Yimai enjoyed thick, juicy grilled steaks. Only the losing couples were stuck with the same cold boiled beef and dipping sauce they had for lunch—pitiful compared to the luxurious meals beside them.

Seeing the overly generous dinner in front of them, Ji Yufu whispered to Cheng Jingling, “There’s no way we can finish this. Why don’t we just share it with everyone?”

Cheng Jingling looked at her, then at the feast, then at the pitiful Jiang Yiyu and Huang Yili at the far end, and nodded. “Sure.”

Ji Yufu gently tapped Bai Weilan to tell her the idea. Bai Weilan agreed instantly and went to discuss it with Xiao Chengyi. The message eventually reached Jiang Yiyu at the very end of the table. At first, he thought it was a joke—until Ji Yufu personally invited them. Only then did he dare believe it, happiness written plainly across his face. The group pushed dishes together, pulled chairs over, and shared a wonderful dinner. Although this outcome differed from Director Wang Yumin’s original plan, he didn’t object.

After dinner, the hosts gathered everyone to announce the next mission. With the year-end blessing festival approaching, tourist season on the grassland was also reaching its peak. Since the cast had enjoyed the generous hospitality of the ranch owner, Mr. Aji, their next task was to help him welcome and serve incoming tourists.

Listening to Zhong Junhong and Cai Keke’s explanation, everyone understood immediately: they’d basically be working as staff.

To avoid causing chaos by revealing their identities, the director prepared sets of traditional local ethnic clothing for each cast member—each couple had matching outfits in different styles and colors, all of them beautifully made.

By early the next morning, all the cast members were woken up at the crack of dawn. After getting their hair and makeup done, they rushed through breakfast and began their day of service work. Mr. Aji gathered everyone to explain the main tasks:

“Today marks the first day of the peak tourism season in the second half of the year. Your job is to welcome visitors, explain the precautions of life on the grasslands, help them check into their yurts, and guide them through activities such as horseback riding and milking cows and sheep. Simply put, you’re the guests’ guides today. Whatever they need, you help them. It’ll be a long day, so thank you in advance for your hard work!”

After that, each pair of couples received different assignments. Cheng Jingling and Ji Yufu were put in charge of leading guests to check into their yurts. Bai Weilan and Xiao Chengyi were assigned to guide guests through milking cows and sheep. Jiang Yiyu and Wang Zicheng were in charge of helping guests get familiar with grassland life. Zhao Yimai and Jiao Yanting handled horseback riding assistance. Finally, Huang Yili and Liu Ke were to help tourists try on traditional grassland costumes and experience archery. Worried they might struggle, Mr. Aji even assigned extra staff to accompany them.

Sang Zhuo—the same guide who had taught Cheng Jingling and Ji Yufu how to ride horses earlier—was put in charge of helping them manage guest check-in. She brought them to the front-most yurt where all visitors needed to register upon arrival. Cheng Jingling and Ji Yufu’s tasks were to assist with registration, escort guests to their assigned yurts, and distribute daily necessities. The work seemed simple on paper, but in practice, it was exhausting.

San Zhuo turned on the registration computer and swiftly keyed in the password. Around ten in the morning, tourists began arriving one after another. She assigned rooms according to their requests, and Cheng Jingling escorted the guests to their yurts. She led a family of three across nearly half the pasture to the spacious suite they booked. After completing the check-in process, she handed them over to Jiang Yiyu and Wang Zicheng—whose turn it was to take over.

By noon, Cheng Jingling had already run back and forth over ten times. Each trip required her not only to walk but also to introduce the pasture and answer endless questions. Her legs were sore, but her throat was worse—so dry it felt like it might catch fire. She chugged an entire bottle of water before feeling alive again.

Compared to her, Ji Yufu had a much harder time. Her popularity made her far too recognizable; tourists would surround her for signatures and photos and even ask about private matters related to the production crew. It was tricky to handle. Understanding her difficulty, Cheng Jingling told her to stay at the registration desk to handle paperwork while she herself took over the heavy legwork.

They worked nonstop until noon. Only then did everyone finally get a breather. They gathered for lunch, each face filled with exhaustion. Aside from the occasional clatter of chopsticks, the table was silent. It was the quietest moment since filming began. After an entire morning of guiding guests, everyone’s voices were worn out—even the usually loud and talkative Jiang Yiyu sat quietly, eating and sipping soup.

In just one morning, Mr. Aji’s pasture had welcomed dozens of tourists—a very impressive number. So, after a quick lunch, the members resumed work.

Soon, three beautiful female tourists arrived together. After Sang Zhuo completed the registration, Ji Yufu was about to lead them to their yurt when the girl in front pointed at Cheng Jingling—who was drinking water—and exclaimed with sparkling eyes:

“I want her to take me!”

Cheng Jingling glanced at the girl. She had big, bright eyes and looked lively and mischievous. Cheng Jingling capped her water bottle, hooked it on her belt, and stood up to guide them.

The girl didn’t mind being ignored. She followed eagerly and asked, “Are you an Alpha or an Omega? You’re tall—are you an Alpha? Do you have a girlfriend?”

Straightforward Sang Zhuo froze, her face darkening. “……”

Her girlfriend is standing right in front of you!

“Yes,” Cheng Jingling replied without hesitation. She stole a quick glance at Ji Yufu—who was very much paying attention but immediately looked at the computer and pretended to be busy the moment Cheng Jingling looked her way.

Whether it was to avoid being recognized or just sheer tsundere behavior, no one knew.

“Really? Your Mandarin is so good and you’re not blushing—you’re not local, right? Where’s your girlfriend? Let me see!”

Unwilling to entertain her, Cheng Jingling put on a mask to hide her face. “Let’s go. I’ll take you to your room.” She didn’t wait and walked straight out.

Ji Yufu was stunned by Cheng Jingling’s iron-willed straight-A performance. She vividly remembered their first meal together—how Cheng Jingling beamed when she saw a pretty waitress, her smile nearly reaching her ears. Who would’ve thought that in just two months, she had learned how to turn someone down?

Ji Yufu watched as Cheng Jingling led the tourists away, the flirty girl sticking close and her two friends helping her flirt like a three-person assault squad. Meanwhile, Cheng Jingling dodged left and right with the full alertness of an Alpha with an Omega girlfriend. When their figures finally disappeared, Ji Yufu released the doorframe she had been gripping and turned back to continue working—only to meet Sang Zhuo’s teasing, knowing gaze.

Ji Yufu felt her cheeks warm, like a kid caught doing something they shouldn’t. She quickly explained, “I was just afraid she’d lead them the wrong way.”

“Oh.” Sang Zhuo nodded heavily. “Right, right. You have to keep a pretty, popular Alpha on a tight leash!”

Ji Yufu pursed her lips in embarrassment, her face burning.

Sang Zhuo quickly added, “Yes, yes, earth is round—if she leads them the wrong way, it’ll take forever to walk back!”

Ji Yufu: “……”

People die once, but must it be from social embarrassment?

When Cheng Jingling finally brought the tourists to their yurt, the girl still tried to get her contact information. Cheng Jingling couldn’t be bothered. She immediately called Wang Zicheng over to take over. The moment the other two girls saw him, they squealed with excitement and swarmed him for autographs and pictures. Taking advantage of the distraction, Cheng Jingling slipped away and returned to the reception desk.

She came back panting, which made Ji Yufu glance at her several times. Cheng Jingling had barely caught her breath when the troublesome girl returned to the reception area. She pouted dramatically:

“Why didn’t you help me carry my luggage? It’s sooo heavy. I couldn’t move it at all!”

“You can ask someone else for help. I still have work to do here.”

The girl looked heartbroken. “Is this how you treat guests?”

“I’ve already done what I’m responsible for.”

“I don’t care! I want you to carry my luggage!” The girl began acting coquettish. Both Sang Zhuo and Ji Yufu shuddered, goosebumps all over.

“No.”

“Why not?” She blinked up at her with teary doe eyes, delicate and pitiful—like a fragile flower begging to be protected. Even Sang Zhuo was stunned at her skill, and she cast another glance at Ji Yufu, silently feeling her pressure skyrocket. This girl was really good at this.

“That costs extra.”

Ji Yufu: “?”