The Scummy Alpha Transmigrated into a Tragedy Novel and Went Viral! - Chapter 7

The car stopped beneath He Yue’s apartment. Ji Yufu got out with her assistant, while Cheng Jingling watched her departing figure and sighed inwardly. Just then, her phone buzzed. It was a message from her mother on WeChat, asking if she’d be coming home for dinner.

Cheng Jingling simply replied: “Yes.”

But then, on a sudden impulse, she flung the car door open and dashed out. She jogged after Ji Yufu, reached out to tap her on the shoulder, and was just about to speak when He Yue reacted with lightning speed, flipping Cheng Jingling over her shoulder and pinning her to the ground. In one swift motion, He Yue twisted Cheng Jingling’s arms behind her back, drove her knee into her waist, and held her immobile.

Xu Wei hurriedly shielded Ji Yufu behind her, watching the scene unfold with a deeply satisfied look, as Cheng Jingling groaned in pain on the ground.

Just moments ago, Uncle Ming had been silently commending Cheng Jingling for finally coming to her senses—only to be completely dumbstruck by what happened next. The elderly gentleman and the driver rushed out of the car in a panic.

Ji Yufu dusted off her shoulder with a frown. “What are you trying to do this time?”

“I, I just wanted to add you on WeChat.” Cheng Jingling stammered through clenched teeth, every bone in her body protesting. That throw felt like it had rearranged her organs.

“There’s no need.” Ji Yufu’s voice was cold and dismissive.
“Miss!” Uncle Ming hurried over to help Cheng Jingling up, but He Yue refused to release her. Seeing that, the driver, Lin Guibin, rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight, until Uncle Ming stopped him.

“Miss Ji, surely there’s been a misunderstanding?” he pleaded.

“If I don’t have your WeChat, how am I supposed to give you what you asked for?” Cheng Jingling shot back, her patience fraying. She’d never been treated like this in her life.

“Yueyue, let her go,” Ji Yufu said evenly.

He Yue obeyed, and Uncle Ming, along with the driver, quickly helped Cheng Jingling to her feet. Ji Yufu took out her phone and motioned for Cheng Jingling to add her as a contact.

Cheng Jingling swallowed her frustration, rubbing at her sore waist and arms. Uncle Ming, noticing her silent resentment, asked gently, “Miss, are you hurt anywhere?”

Both He Yue and Xu Wei turned toward Ji Yufu, their faces full of concern. Ji Yufu merely glanced at Cheng Jingling—her brow slightly furrowed, her expression clearly irritated.

After letting her wait on purpose for a bit, Cheng Jingling finally pulled out her phone, pretending to be nonchalant as she scanned the code. She sent a friend request, snorted softly, and turned away with feigned hauteur.

“Let’s go,” she ordered curtly, striding back to the car.

He Yue and Xu Wei exchanged bewildered glances.

“Jie, do you think she’ll come after us later?” He Yue asked nervously.

Ji Yufu chuckled and pinched her cheek. “Weren’t you fearless when you threw her down? What are you scared of now?”

“That was because I thought she was trying to bully you! Who knew she actually had business with you? Now that I’ve hit her for no reason, of course I’m scared!” He Yue mumbled, guilt creeping into her tone. She knew how difficult Cheng Jingling’s mother was to deal with—Sister Yun had gone to great lengths to secure this partnership. If Cheng Jingling decided to hold a grudge, Ji Yufu would definitely be the one to suffer for it.

Seeing her gloomy expression, Ji Yufu patted her head comfortingly. “It’s fine. If the sky falls, I’ll hold it up. Besides, Cheng Jingling doesn’t seem like she’s going to make a fuss about it. Don’t worry.”

“Really?” He Yue’s eyes brightened.

“Of course.”

“Then let’s go inside, Jie,” Xu Wei urged quietly, noticing residents starting to pass by.

“Alright.”

Meanwhile, Cheng Jingling stormed back into the car and slammed the door hard—right in Uncle Ming’s face just as he was about to get in.

Uncle Ming froze. “…”

It’s fine, he thought helplessly. I can go around to the other side.

The friend request had already been accepted. Ji Yufu’s profile picture was minimal and cool—a woman’s backlit silhouette that was clearly her own. Cheng Jingling tried to peek into her Moments, only to be met with a padlock icon.

“Hmph. If you won’t let me see yours, I won’t let you see mine either!” she muttered, childishly blocking Ji Yufu from viewing her own feed.

Her whole body ached, a dull pain throbbing from head to toe. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She renamed Ji Yufu’s contact as “Ice Queen Demoness.”

Just picturing Ji Yufu’s perpetually chilly expression—like the whole world owed her eighty million—made Cheng Jingling snort with laughter.

Across from her, Uncle Ming watched her giggling at her phone and pressed his lips together anxiously. He really was starting to worry about Miss Cheng’s mental state.

When they finally arrived home, Cheng Jingling was about to use the opportunity to ask her mother for the surveillance footage—only to be interrupted by the arrival of three unexpected guests.

“System,” she said flatly, “don’t tell me these are yet more characters you copied for the thrill of it?”

The system hesitated but had no way to deny it. “Yes. They’re based on your real-life friends.”

“Oh, great. Why don’t you just copy my entire world while you’re at it?” Cheng Jingling sneered.

The system fell silent. That’s actually what I did.

“Well, well—if it isn’t the elusive Miss Cheng! What a rare sight!”

“No kidding! Word is, our dear Miss Cheng has been busy these days—winning national awards, falling in love, living her best life!”

“Right! But don’t forget, men—or women—come and go, while friends are forever! When the honeymoon phase is over, you’ll still come running to us for comfort!”

Cheng Jingling: “…” Yep, they’re just as annoying as ever.

“Enough with the sarcasm. What are you three doing here?” she grumbled, trying to sound irritated, though she was secretly relieved. In this fake and unfamiliar world, having her friends show up felt like a rare comfort.

“What do you think? You’ve been ghosting us for weeks! We had no choice but to come find you ourselves!” Liu Ruilin scolded, hands on her hips. “What kind of spell did Ji Yufu put on you that you’ve forgotten all about your friends?”

“Exactly! We’re not even competing with her for you! You’ve totally ditched us, and it hurts!” Wu Di chimed in dramatically.

“That’s right! Next time there’s a party, don’t expect an invite!” added Zhou Ziyu, piling on.

“It’s not like that. I lost my old phone, so I didn’t have your contact info anymore,” Cheng Jingling explained patiently.

“Lost it?” Liu Ruilin raised a doubtful brow.

“It was the one I lost at the hotel that night. When I woke up, it was already gone—and I still haven’t found it.”

The moment her three troublemaking friends heard the word hotel, they all burst into mischievous grins, looping their arms around Cheng Jingling as they started making exaggerated “ooh-ooh” noises, like monkeys. With that chaotic 3D surround sound in her ears, Cheng Jingling felt as if her home had turned into a zoo.

“What are you even thinking!” She finally surrendered, exasperated. “I’ll admit I’m a bit of a pervert, but not that much of one.”

“Oh, stop pretending!” Liu Ruilin hooked an arm around her neck, laughing wickedly. “You ended up in the hospital after that night and still want to act innocent? So, tell us—how was Ji Yufu? What does her pheromone smell like?”

The invasive question made Cheng Jingling frown. She pushed Liu Ruilin away, voice sharp with irritation. “We didn’t do anything that night at the hotel! Stop asking me that kind of stuff!”

“You think we’re idiots?” Zhou Ziyu scoffed. “You two spent an entire night at a hotel, and Ji Yufu’s pheromones went out of control—don’t try to feed us that ‘nothing happened’ story. We’re not outsiders, just tell us what went down.”

“Yeah! You used to tell us everything. You’ve changed!” Liu, Zhou, and Wu said in perfect unison, leaving Cheng Jingling speechless.

“She lost control of her pheromones not because she was overly marked, but because she’d been overusing inhibitors. Don’t tell me you three don’t know what that means.”

Even though Cheng Jingling had once been part of their same reckless crowd, hearing them talk so crudely about Ji Yufu made her inexplicably angry.

“Huh? Seriously?” The three of them gaped in disbelief. That wasn’t the wild one-night stand story they had imagined at all.

“Then what happened to your head?” Wu Di asked, puzzled.

“You guys better not laugh when I tell you,” Cheng Jingling warned, face full of reluctance.

“We won’t,” they all promised solemnly, shaking their heads in unison.

She took a deep breath, glanced at their overly serious faces, and decided to trust them—just this once. “I slipped in the shower and hit my head.”

The living room fell into a dead silence—before exploding into shrieking laughter.

Cheng Jingling looked utterly dead inside. I knew it, she thought bitterly.

“No way, Lingling, that’s tragic!” Liu Ruilin laughed so hard she held her stomach, reaching out to touch Cheng Jingling’s head—only for her to dodge in disgust.

“Pfft—oh my god, I thought maybe you had a masochistic streak or got beaten up or something. Turns out you just fell? Let me see!” Zhou Ziyu tiptoed up to peer at her scalp, laughing so hard the sound practically exploded above Cheng Jingling’s head.

“Right side, near the hairline,” Cheng Jingling muttered through gritted teeth, pointing to the spot. Zhou Ziyu looked closely—and sure enough, there was a faint two-centimeter surgical scar.

“Holy crap, you left a scar? You must’ve hit it hard!”

The other two immediately crowded over for a look, eyes widening in shock.

“Our Lingling’s face is ruined!” Wu Di gasped, twisting the knife further.

“I. KNOW!” she growled back.

When the bandages had first come off and she saw the scar, Cheng Jingling had thrown a full-blown tantrum in the hospital, smashing every mirror in the room. She’d always taken pride in her looks, and now with this ugly scar marring her head, she couldn’t stand it.

She’d even gone to demand answers from the system—what kind of mission punished her by ruining her face? Was that fair?

But the system had only replied coolly: Those who died outright in car crashes never got a chance to wake up again, let alone redo their lives. You did. Do you think that’s fair to them?

That left Cheng Jingling speechless.

True—compared to them, she was lucky.

She had, for a time, blamed Ji Yufu for the scar. But really, if she hadn’t tried to take advantage of her, Ji Yufu wouldn’t have fought back, and none of this would’ve happened. In the end, it was her own fault.

It wasn’t even her original body anyway, she consoled herself. The doctor said the scar could be fixed with laser treatment later. She gradually made peace with it. What mattered most was surviving and going home. Ji Yufu was her

“boss,” and this mission was just a “job.” Once she framed it that way, everything felt easier. After all, no job runs perfectly smooth.

“So, Ji Yufu wasn’t marked after all?” one of the three suddenly realized.

Cheng Jingling froze. “…” She’d said too much.

“So that means the three of us still have a chance at her?”

“Shameless!”

Chance my ass, she thought. You three are definitely not her true destined Alpha. Don’t even think about messing with my mission or breaking up my official pairing!

Out loud, she quickly changed her tune. “No way! Ji Yufu and I are in love! Don’t even think about it!” she declared, sounding fiercely possessive. “If any of you try to go after her, I’ll turn against you for real. I’m not joking.”

Her tone shocked them all. None of them had realized Ji Yufu meant that much to her.

“You’re serious?” Wu Di asked, still skeptical.

“Of course! As real as pearls are round.”

“Alright then, if you’re that set on her, I won’t compete,” Wu Di said easily.

“Thanks,” Cheng Jingling said with a smirk, raising an eyebrow at her before turning to the other two, clearly demanding their stance.

Liu Ruilin and Zhou Ziyu exchanged uneasy glances. Neither looked ready to give up. After all, someone like Ji Yufu—a cold, untouchable beauty—was exactly the kind of challenge every spoiled heiress wanted to conquer.

“You two really confirmed your relationship? She’s the one for you?” Liu Ruilin pressed.

“Yes,” Cheng Jingling replied firmly. She knew perfectly well what kind of people they were. “I’ve already completely marked her. The only reason her pheromones went unstable last time was because she’d taken an inhibitor beforehand.

She’s already mine. Even if you go after her, it’s useless.”

Sometimes, you had to lie big to protect your mission—and maybe save your own skin when Ji Yufu found out.

“She actually let you mark her completely?” The three of them stared at her in shock.

“Of course,” Cheng Jingling said coolly—in a dream, anyway.