The Scummy Alpha Transmigrated into a Tragedy Novel and Went Viral! - Chapter 4

The sudden official announcement of Cheng Jingling and Ji Yufu’s relationship instantly set the internet ablaze.

But inside the hospital, all was calm.

Cheng Jingling sat cross-legged on her hospital bed, idly scrolling on her phone. She had secretly registered a new Weibo account just to peek at the online storm unleashed by the announcement. Under her own official post, the comment count was climbing by the second—already breaking ten thousand in the blink of an eye. Netizens, without exception, were leaving her “well wishes.”

Or so it looked on the surface.

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MangoIsNotAPopsicle: Well wishes? We’re here to curse you out! Scummy Alphas never meet a good end!!!

Yufu’sWifeIsSoBeautiful: The hatred of stealing a wife is irreconcilable! You filthy dog, on behalf of my whole family, I hereby sanction you. From now on, the Cheng family won’t see a single cent of our money!

BabyPipiYa: Agreed! Sisters, let’s boycott capital together!

OrangeJuiceChunky: +1! +1! Don’t think you’ll get another dime from me!

BiteTheEggTart: You still have the nerve to admit it? Do you even deserve her? Trash! Strip away your family background and you’re nothing. Pah!

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Cheng Jingling scrolled through the rising tide of curses with perfect composure. If anything, as the “villain” in question, she felt a touch of sympathy for these clueless onlookers.

That is, until one particular comment appeared—and she broke.

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SuperBrotherSuperAwesome: This Alpha doesn’t cut it. Diagnosis complete.

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“Doesn’t cut it?!”

Cheng Jingling slammed her phone onto the bed and shouted at the screen:

“You’re the one who doesn’t cut it! I’m a super-strong Alpha!”

But when she picked the phone back up, her face turned pale. Beneath that one comment, hundreds more had piled up—every single one questioning whether she was “functional.”

Furious, she uninstalled Weibo altogether. Out of sight, out of mind.

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Meanwhile, Jiang Yun and He Yue had been at Ji Yufu’s side, witnessing the announcement go live.

He Yue was practically breathing fire as she read the flood of venomous comments under Ji Yufu’s personal Weibo. Monsters of every kind were spewing filth. She immediately switched to her alt account, furiously firing back replies until her fingertips ached.

Ji Yufu, watching her gnash her teeth and hammer at the screen, felt her heart warm—and ache.

“Don’t bother, Yueyue,” Ji Yufu said gently. “It’s pointless.”

Startled, He Yue quickly flipped her phone facedown on the table, as if to shield her from the black comments. She took the glass of water Ji Yufu handed over and drained it in one gulp, quelling the heat in her chest.

“Yufu-jie, those people are so cruel—kicking you when you’re down, saying things that vile!”

Ji Yufu’s lips curved in a faint, knowing smile. She had long since grown accustomed to this.

“They don’t know the truth, so they lash out. Even if you defend me, no one will believe it now. What we need to do is wait—for the right moment. Then we’ll wash away this humiliation in one stroke.”

“I’ll make sure they all know you’re the best person in the world, Yufu-jie!” He Yue said solemnly.

Her earnest flattery made Ji Yufu chuckle. She poured another glass of water for her and then held out her hand.

“Now, give me my phone.”

He Yue froze, glass in hand. Drink, don’t drink—suddenly she didn’t know what to do.

“This…”

“Yueyue,” Ji Yufu tilted her head, cupping her chin in both hands, her beautiful eyes blinking up like a wronged little fairy-cat. “It’s boring in the hospital.”

The sight left He Yue’s heart thudding—and her defenses wobbling. She forced herself to turn her head away, eyes squeezed shut.

“I’m not falling for that.”

“Yueyue~” Ji Yufu drew out her voice, soft and syrupy, sending shivers down He Yue’s spine.

Her bottom line blurred in an instant.

“Just give it to her,” Jiang Yun said calmly. “So sooner or later, she’ll have to face it.”

He Yue met Ji Yufu’s steady gaze for a few seconds. At last, she caved, surrendering the phone.

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The screen lit up, fully charged—He Yue must have topped it off for her.

99+ missed calls.

99+ texts.

99+ WeChat and Weibo messages.

Ji Yufu started with the calls. Most were from two familiar numbers—easy enough to ignore. The rest were spam, telemarketers, or persistent unknown numbers, which she guessed were obsessive fans.

Then she opened the texts.

The filth nearly made her sick.

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“I liked you so much, but you’re just another woman who’ll sell herself for money. Disgusting.”

“How does it feel climbing the social ladder? Don’t think you’re marrying into a wealthy family—you’re just someone’s plaything. Once they’re bored, you’ll be tossed aside.”

“Is acting not paying enough? Need money that badly? We can crowdfund for you—ten thousand per fan, how about that? Just stop being so cheap.”

“How much is Cheng Jingling paying you? I can match it. Want to meet?”

“So that’s the real you—an Omega who can’t even control her pheromones. On the outside you’re an ice goddess, but deep down you’re just… exactly my type. Want to hook up?”

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Ji Yufu deleted them all with an expressionless face, suppressing her disgust. She wasn’t surprised fans misunderstood her—without proof, she couldn’t clear her name yet.

But the harassment was revolting. Some messages even attached explicit photos of glands.

Another chimed in: “Better than Cheng Jingling, right? Try me instead.” Delete.

Another: “What kind of kinks do you like? Let’s go deep.” Delete.

She moved on to WeChat. Easier to handle. She ignored the barrage from her stepmother and brother. Journalists who once claimed to be friends suddenly reached out with “concern,” only to reveal they wanted interviews. She ignored them all.

Dozens of strangers were trying to add her—her private information had clearly leaked.

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Only Weibo was left.

Her finger hovered, but she hesitated. The PR team hadn’t cleared her to log in yet. Better not to act rashly. Instead, she borrowed He Yue’s phone, logged into an alt account, and peeked around.

The studio’s official announcement had detonated the platform, just as Jiang Yun predicted. Both Ji Yufu’s and the official account’s comments were a wasteland—fans leaving in droves, timelines filled with blacked-out avatars all posting the same line: “Unfollowed. Best wishes.”

Meanwhile, Cheng Jingling’s shameless post was hit even harder—two million comments, scolding her to hell and back. Fan girls across the nation were united in one thing: cursing Cheng Jingling. Some, though, had also turned their profile pictures black, warning her to treat Ji Yufu better—or the Cheng family would never see another cent from them.

Ji Yufu’s heart stung, damp and heavy.

She typed her own name into the search bar. A dozen trending hashtags popped up, binding her name to Cheng Jingling’s.

“Cheng Jingling & Ji Yufu Hotel Date”

“Ji Yufu’s Pheromone Incident”

“Ji Yufu & Cheng Jingling Both Hospitalized”

“Ji Yufu’s Relationship”

“Cheng Jingling’s 12 Exes”

“Ji Yufu Blind & Foolish”

“Ji Yufu Loses 600,000 Fans”

“Cheng Jingling Crowned No.1 Scummy Alpha”

And more.

She clicked one at random. The comments cut like knives.

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“Is this even news? No one in showbiz is clean.”

“They were both single at the time. No one’s being cheated on. But honestly? For Ji Yufu to choose someone like that? Her taste is rotten. I’m so disappointed.”

“Two people sharing one bed, same kind of dirt. Birds of a feather.”

“Gotta hand it to them—so good at playing games they both ended up hospitalized.”

“LOL, St. Fiore Hospital’s the real winner here. Neither of them is short on cash.”

“Slut and dog, may you last forever. Congratulations, locked in.”

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Beside her, Jiang Yun watched Ji Yufu scrolling in silence, her eyes reddening.

“Yufu…” she whispered, sitting down.

Ji Yufu startled, quickly blacking out the screen and hiding it behind her.

“What is it?” she asked with a too-bright smile.

Seeing her forcing herself to smile through tears, Jiang Yun’s heart twisted.

“Don’t read that garbage. They don’t know anything. All they can do is tap on keyboards. You’re amazing.”

She pulled Ji Yufu into her arms, stroking her head as if soothing a child. Ji Yufu’s nose prickled. A tear slipped down—but she wiped it away quickly.

This storm had hit her hard. She felt defeated, powerless.

But that didn’t mean she was weak.

Ji Yufu had always believed sincerity was the ultimate weapon. Yet she also lived by an iron rule: If others don’t cross me, I won’t cross them. If they strike once, I yield thrice. If they strike again—I cut them down to the root.

The hotel incident reeked of foul play. Why had she and Cheng Jingling ended up in that room? Where had the inducement agent in her body come from? How had the paparazzi followed them the whole way—and leaked it all overnight?

Step by step, trap by trap, as if someone had planned to destroy her.

She tightened her grip on her phone, expression steeling.

“Yun-jie, do you know what really happened at the hotel that night?”

Jiang Yun froze. A chill ran down her spine. For a moment, even the familiar girl in front of her seemed like a stranger.

“I—I don’t,” she stammered. “All I knew was you checked into the hotel, I confirmed your safety, then left to handle other work. You remember—Wang Zien’s relationship scandal was blowing up, he’d already lost tons of fans, and the new batch of rookies the company signed were all dead weight. I spent the day negotiating with their managers on future plans. That night, He Yue called me. By the time I rushed over, she had already handled most of it. The ambulance had just arrived.”

Even recalling it now, Jiang Yun shivered. The company’s top male idol collapsing in a dating scandal, rivals smearing them, rookies failing despite heavy investment—and then, that same night, her most promising artist caught in a disaster… She’d thought the company was finished.

Ji Yufu studied her. She didn’t look like she was lying. For now, Ji Yufu set aside her suspicions.

“Yun-jie, I want to see the surveillance footage from that night.”

“Surveillance?!” Jiang Yun blanched.

“The Cheng family already took it,” she admitted. “They told the hotel to lock it down. No way it’ll leak. But if you want, I’ll try to get a copy for you.”

“Good. Thank you, Yun-jie.”

Ji Yufu’s smile bloomed, radiant as ever.

“Don’t thank me,” Jiang Yun murmured, though the brightness in Ji Yufu’s smile only made her shiver. Beneath it, her eyes glittered cold and merciless.

A memory surfaced.

Years ago, fresh-faced nineteen-year-old Ji Yufu had landed a rare second female lead role. But the investor’s chosen female lead had targeted her relentlessly—mocking her acting, forcing endless retakes of grueling rain and water scenes, until Yufu nearly collapsed from pneumonia.

Then the girl tried to frame Ji Yufu for stealing her jewelry.

But Ji Yufu wasn’t so easily crushed. A stagehand had quietly warned her the lead had entered her room. Yufu had already installed a secret camera. When she aired the footage before the entire crew, the so-called leading lady was humiliated into ashes.

The director had to intervene just to keep the production running. The series wrapped, Ji Yufu shone—and the other actress disappeared from the industry forever.

Back then, Ji Yufu had no background, no power, no fame. But she treated everyone on set kindly. So when the bully fell, the whole crew stood behind her. Together, they’d launched her first counterattack against capital.

And she’d never stopped since.

Now, as Jiang Yun looked at her, the nineteen-year-old’s stubborn fire overlapped perfectly with the twenty-seven-year-old’s cold, cutting gaze.

She realized she’d grown complacent. Ji Yufu’s patience had fooled her. She had forgotten what Ji Yufu truly was—

Not some gentle, saintly white lotus.

But a wolf in sheep’s clothing. One who repaid kindness with kindness, and enmity with ruin.

Jiang Yun stroked her cheek tenderly, silently cheering her on. She was over ten years older, and her gaze carried the gentleness of a mother watching her child.

But Ji Yufu frowned, pulling back from the touch, uneasy with the strange affection.