The Scummy Alpha Transmigrated into a Tragedy Novel and Went Viral! - Chapter 39

Before Ji Yufu could ask Cheng Jingling what on earth she meant by that last comment, Cheng Jingling had already sunk into sleep under the influence of alcohol. The cat she had kidnapped struggled twice but failed to escape her grasp.

In the end, it simply gave up resisting and obediently curled up on Cheng Jingling’s body. Watching the big cutie and the little cutie cuddled together asleep, Ji Yufu couldn’t help the soft smile tugging at her lips.

When she woke again, it was already 5:30 in the afternoon. She had unusually taken a two-hour nap. Cheng Jingling and the cat were both still sound asleep—Cheng sprawled diagonally across the head of the bed, the cat mirroring her posture at the foot. Their matching, spread-eagle sleeping poses were hilariously identical. Truly, pets do take after their owners. Seeing that it was getting late, Ji Yufu decided to return the cat to the hotel front desk.

But Ji Yufu had never raised a cat before, and she often heard people say tabby cats had fiery tempers and were prone to attack, so she was terrified. Even though the cat had behaved fairly gently while sleeping in Cheng Jingling’s arms, and was still asleep now, she still didn’t dare pick it up directly. Nervous as a mouse, Ji Yufu first poked the cat’s exposed, upturned belly to confirm it was deeply asleep. Only then did she stretch out her hands, ready to slowly scoop it up.

But just as her arms circled the little body, the cat woke up.

Mimi yawned with elegance, then opened its amber, vertical pupils to stare at Ji Yufu. Human and feline stared at each other in silence. Ji Yufu froze on the spot, stiff with fear, terrified the cat would unleash a flurry of meow-meow punches. In her panic, she frantically spam-called Cheng Jingling until the little drunkard finally woke up. Blinking blearily at the scene in front of her, Cheng Jingling let out a snort of laughter.

“You’re actually scared of cats? Aren’t they basically your kind?”

“What did you say?” Ji Yufu, stuck in the same position for so long her arms were aching, didn’t even catch what Cheng said. Only after Cheng Jingling scooped the cat away did Ji Yufu finally sigh in relief. Meanwhile, Cheng was hugging and rubbing and sniffing the cat like a madwoman, her overwhelming, distorted love making poor Mimi feel the true dangers of the human world.

“Enough, stop messing around. It’s late—we need to return the cat.”

At that, Cheng Jingling immediately grew upset. “I don’t want to be separated from Mimi!” She lifted the cat dramatically and declared with tragic devotion, “How am I supposed to live without Mimi?”

Ji Yufu gave her a look, her expression complicated. She genuinely wondered what on earth this girl usually watched to have so much drama in her bones. Calling her an award-winning actress on the run wouldn’t even be an exaggeration.

If she ever decided to enter showbiz, Ji Yufu thought wryly, she herself—an actual film queen—might get beaten into the sand by this junior someday. Truly terrifying talent.

“Alright, Mimi’s off work now. We can play with it again next time.”

“Nooo. I don’t want to be separated from Mimi!” Cheng Jingling pouted and whined like a spoiled child. With no other choice, Ji Yufu headed downstairs to “call reinforcements” to retrieve this little menace.

At the front desk, she briefly explained the situation. The staff member who had lent her the cat accompanied her back to the room to pick up their “employee.” The moment Mimi saw her, its eyes lit up, all previous despair swept away. It began meowing and snuggling nonstop, as if saying, “Jiejie, you’re finally here—please save me!”

“Hello, it’s time for our employee Mimi to clock out. Please hand it over.”

No amount of reasoning worked on a drunk person. Cheng Jingling refused to let go. Ji Yufu, now in “evil stepmother” mode, pinned Cheng Jingling’s hands down so the staff member could forcibly retrieve Mimi, separating this pair of “star-crossed lovers.”

Unexpectedly, Cheng’s reaction was explosively dramatic.

“No! Mimi! How can I live without you? Mimi!”

“My Mimi! Give her back!” Cheng Jingling cried as if her heart had been ripped out.

“She’s still drunk,” Ji Yufu explained awkwardly, wishing she could bury herself in a hole.

The receptionist held back laughter, nodding with lips pressed tightly together.

As soon as Mimi was safely back in familiar arms, it scrambled up onto the receptionist’s shoulder and clung tightly around her neck, afraid of being abandoned again. The receptionist nodded goodbye to Ji Yufu and left the room. The moment she stepped outside, she covered her mouth and burst into silent laughter—almost shaking the cat off.

Still chuckling, she returned to her station and placed Mimi at its own little workspace. But the cat wouldn’t stay put. Newly liberated, it hopped down for a long stretch before leisurely strolling around the hotel.

“What happened? Why are you laughing so hard?” another receptionist asked, seeing how her colleague hadn’t stopped giggling since she’d returned.

Trying to compose herself, she said, “Ji Yufu filmed a new drama!”

“Huh? What? I haven’t heard anything!” The colleague took out her phone, ready to search it up.

“It’s called, pff—hahaha— Mimi’s Great Adventure. She plays the evil supporting role who tears apart a pair of ‘loving souls’! Hahahahaha!”

Her colleague stared at her, baffled—understanding only that Mimi’s Great Adventure was completely made up.

Inside the room, after Mimi was taken away, Cheng Jingling only grew worse. She curled up at the foot of the bed, crying like a sad little potato—already sprouted, do not disturb.

“Don’t cry. Mimi just got off work. You can play with it again tomorrow, okay?” Ji Yufu tried coaxing her. But Cheng Jingling didn’t respond. She only sobbed to herself:

“Mom, I want to go home. I don’t want to stay here. I’m sorry.”

Hearing her choked-up voice, Ji Yufu sat by the bed and gently stroked her back to calm her. Cheng Jingling was only twenty-two, barely out of college—it was normal to still rely on her parents emotionally. The thought made Ji Yufu suddenly feel a sense of older-sister responsibility. Maybe she should take extra care of her during filming.

Just as she was lost in thought, her phone rang. The production staff was calling them downstairs for dinner.

Ji Yufu hung up the phone and only then noticed that, under her gentle coaxing, Cheng Jingling had fallen asleep again. With no other choice, she headed to the hotel restaurant alone. There weren’t many diners; most of the cast members had gone out to explore the town. At the tables were only Ji Yufu, Bai Weilan, and Xiao Chengyi. Everyone was curious why Cheng Jingling hadn’t come down, so Ji Yufu could only smile and explain that she was still sleeping off the alcohol.

It was her first time eating alone, and Ji Yufu found herself distracted. The image of Cheng Jingling’s tear-streaked, flushed face flashed in her mind, making her chest ache faintly. Her own family wasn’t warm nor whole, but she still believed that “home” should be the place that offered a person the most happiness and sense of safety. She forced down a few bites, then set her chopsticks aside. After the others finished eating, she excused herself and left. Before heading back, she picked up some pastries for Cheng Jingling—something to fill her stomach. If she got hungry again later, they could always go out to eat.

Ji Yufu pushed the door open with the pastries in hand—only to be startled by Cheng Jingling’s sudden voice.

“Where did you go?” She sounded angry.

“I went to eat. I brought you something.” Ji Yufu handed her the pastries. Cheng Jingling’s lips jutted into an exaggerated pout.

“You went to eat without calling me!” She looked at Ji Yufu with wounded indignation.

“You were asleep. That’s why I didn’t wake you. If you’re hungry, I can take you out later.”

“You went behind my back to eat alone! So heartless!” Cheng Jingling huffed and set the pastries aside. “You should seriously reflect on yourself. Do you know how cold and cruel that was?”

“Are you still drunk?” Ji Yufu silently reminded herself not to argue with someone intoxicated. She sat down on the sofa and flipped through the hotel’s selection of books. The room fell into silence—Ji Yufu calmly reading, and Cheng Jingling sitting there, puffed up with righteous misery, feeling more aggrieved by the second.

Suddenly, Cheng Jingling grabbed a pillow and flung it at her. “You’re ignoring me again!”

“You’re giving me the cold shoulder!”

“And you—this is domestic violence!”

Ji Yufu was stunned by the rapid-fire accusations. Before she could explain, Cheng Jingling threw herself face-down onto the blankets, transforming into a little ball of heartbreak.

“Do you know how much this hurts me?”

“I feel like I’ll never love again!”

Ji Yufu: “……” Fine. I’ll match your energy and keep acting.

“Wuuuu, the cruel woman who broke my heart.”

Ji Yufu looked at her—like a pitiful, teary little puppy—and guilt pricked her conscience. She wanted to explain that she wasn’t giving her the cold shoulder; she simply wasn’t talkative by nature. She wanted to comfort her, but had no idea how. With zero dating experience, Movie Queen Ji desperately dug through every line she’d ever memorized but couldn’t find a single fitting one. Weren’t artists supposed to draw inspiration from life? Why was she suddenly unable to apply any of it?

Fretful and helpless, she glanced at Cheng Jingling’s pitiful figure, then grabbed her phone and slipped into the bathroom to seek outside help.

“Weilan, how do you comfort someone who’s crying?”

“Uh, depends on the person,” Bai Weilan replied seriously. “Some are easy to coax, some aren’t.”

“Mm, then what if it’s an Alpha? She’s not very mature. Kind of childish. How would you comfort someone like that? Or is there something I can do to cheer her up?” Ji Yufu thought she was being subtle by not naming anyone—but in Bai Weilan’s ears, it couldn’t have been more obvious.

She glanced at her screen to double-check she had answered Ji Yufu’s call. “So, your Alpha is crying?”

Since Ji Yufu wouldn’t say a name, she wouldn’t say it either. She felt very considerate.

“Uh, I didn’t say it was her.” Ji Yufu tried to dodge the question, but when Bai Weilan threatened to hang up, she could only admit it.

“You made an Alpha cry?” Bai Weilan gasped, half amazed, half admiring. “Yufu, I didn’t know you had it in you!”

Ji Yufu’s cheeks heated at the teasing. “She only cried because she was drunk.”

She quickly realized that only made things sound worse.

Bai Weilan stroked her chin thoughtfully. “So, once she’s drunk, she’ll let you have your way with her? Nice. I should take notes.”

“No!” Ji Yufu squeaked, mortified.

“Didn’t expect it, but you’re really good at training Alphas,” Bai Weilan said, impressed.

Ji Yufu shrank her neck at the accusation. Train Cheng Jingling? She wouldn’t dare! The woman had twelve ex-girlfriends—who was she to ‘train’ her?

“You’re mistaken. She’s just emotional because she drank too much. She cries, and she won’t stop unless someone comforts her. I’m not good at comforting people, so I wanted to ask you.”

“Oh, then just speak gently. Drunk people get moody easily—just follow along and coax them, like a child.” Bai Weilan explained. Ji Yufu took mental notes and thanked her.

After hanging up, Bai Weilan couldn’t help muttering to Xiao Chengyi, “She does all these explosive things, but somehow stays so pure. It’s honestly eye-opening.” Then she went back to shopping with him.

Taking Bai Weilan’s advice to heart, Ji Yufu returned to the bed and helped Cheng Jingling sit up. She gently stroked her back, soothing her breath, then comforted her patiently:

“It’s okay to cry. Let it out if you want to. Alpha tears aren’t a crime. You’ll feel better afterward. I won’t tell anyone.”

Cheng Jingling, who had been trying very hard to stop crying, immediately broke into loud wails again.

“Your cold, heartless words, they cut me like a knife!”

Watching the whimpering Alpha bursting into tears, Ji Yufu couldn’t help but think.

Cheng Jingling is actually really delicate.

And Bai Weilan’s advice was surprisingly effective.