Transmigrated as a Scummy Alpha: The Wife-Chasing Crematorium - Chapter 1

May was ending, and the first hints of summer heat were beginning to settle over the city.

In a VVIP private booth at the end of a lavish, gilded corridor in Jiangcheng’s East Forest District, the air was thick with rowdy, lewd cheers. “President Shen is amazing!”

The room was filled with Alphas, each with a glamorous, sexy Omega draped in their arms. The ones cheering were the Alphas, some of whom were even holding up their phones, recording the two women entangled on a nearby sofa.

Slap!

A sharp crack echoed through the room. The cheering died instantly. Everyone froze, eyes wide with shock.

Shen Luoxi had only just “arrived” in this body. Before she could even grasp what was happening, the sting of that slap left her dazed. But what truly left her reeling was the scene before her eyes.

Pinned beneath her was an exquisitely beautiful woman. Her brow was furrowed with cold resentment, her red lips bitten tight. Her cheeks were flushed with a forced, drug-induced passion that was undeniably alluring. Shen Luoxi’s own hand was currently reaching inside the woman’s collar, brushing against a silky shoulder and a prominent collarbone. Beneath the lace of her lingerie, a tantalizing view was just barely visible.

“No way!”

Shen Luoxi gasped in horror. She yanked her hand back as if burned, hurriedly smoothing the woman’s shirt to cover the exposed skin.

Scrambling off the woman in a panic, Shen Luoxi’s eyes caught another sight: the woman’s jeans were unzipped, revealing a glimpse of matching black lace underwear.

This is insane.

Ignoring the burning sting on her left cheek, Shen Luoxi jerked her gaze away. As her eyes darted around the room, she spotted a black blazer draped over the arm of the sofa. Without thinking, she grabbed the jacket and draped it over the woman, covering her securely from chest to toe.

“You put this on,” Shen Luoxi stammered, too embarrassed to even wonder why she had been slapped in the first place.

The woman lay on the sofa, the ice in her eyes cold enough to cut Shen Luoxi into a thousand pieces.

“Wait, President Shen, we were just getting to the good part! Why’d you stop?” A man leaned over from the back of the room. Even the Alphas who had been busy biting their own Omegas’ glands paused to stare.

President Shen?

Shen Luoxi froze at the familiar name. Her name was Shen Luoxi, but she had been a “single-since-birth” loner for years. She had never had a girlfriend, let alone treated a woman like this in public. This definitely wasn’t her.

As she struggled to make sense of the situation, the woman beneath her suddenly stood up. She buttoned her shirt with trembling fingers and threw the jacket aside.

Then, she raised her hand. Crack! Another crisp slap landed.

Shen Luoxi immediately clutched her now-symmetrical burning cheeks. Frowning piteously, she asked in a daze, “Why did you hit me twice?”

“Shen Luoxi you truly know how to humiliate someone.”

The woman’s voice was low and cold, carrying a crystalline chill that matched her face. With tears shimmering in her beautiful eyes, she turned and walked away. As she brushed past, a faint, elegant scent of Agarwood (Incense) wafted through the air.

Wait. Agarwood?

Why did that sound so familiar?

Shen Luoxi suddenly remembered the ABO novel she had finished reading last night. Wasn’t the female lead’s pheromone scent Agarwood? Because it was such a rare scent and because the “villainess” shared her name, she remembered it vividly.

Hold on. Just a second.

Agarwood.Shen Luoxi, Omega.

Her brain felt like it had been hit by a lightning bolt. She turned to look at the crowd of people on the sofas and the various Alpha pheromones lingering in the air. This was the ABO world from the book.

She thought back to the woman she had been pinning down, and the line she just spoke: “Shen Luoxi, you truly know how to humiliate someone.” Those were the exact words spoken by the female lead, Pei Yu.

Could that woman have been Pei Yu? And did she just transmigrate?

Into the body of the violent, toxic, “Scummy Alpha” who forced a mark on the lead and made her life a living hell?

“This is too surreal…” Shen Luoxi whispered, speechless.

The people on the sofa thought she had lost her mind. One man stood up and patted her shoulder. “What’s wrong, President Shen? You promised us a live ‘show.’ Why did you let her go?”

Shen Luoxi instinctively shook off his hand. As her brain processed the memory fragments, she began walking toward the door. “I just remembered I have something to do. I’m leaving. You guys carry on.”

She fled the booth without looking back, running down the hall until she reached the elevators. The polished gold doors reflected a panicked face. This was the first time she saw what “Shen Luoxi” looked like in this world.

She looked exactly like her original self!

However, upon closer inspection, there were differences. This Shen Luoxi was the scion of Jiangcheng’s wealthiest family a pampered, useless profligate with a terrible reputation. Despite her personality, she possessed a cold, noble beauty with eyes like winter stars. Even in a garish red-and-green silk shirt, she looked expensive.

In her old world, Shen Luoxi was elegant, but she had never dressed like this. She was usually a “no-makeup” type of person.

The elevator attendant bowed deeply. “President Shen, please.”

Ding. The golden doors opened. Shen Luoxi stepped inside, her mind racing through the plot.

In the book, the Shen family was the richest in Jiangcheng. This Shen Luoxi was the eldest daughter, with an eighteen-year-old sister named Shen Yuhan. She herself was twenty-one, a junior majoring in Finance at the world’s top-tier university, a spot bought and paid for by her family’s donations.

Six months ago, after failing to woo the entertainment industry’s most talented and beautiful star, Pei Yu, Shen Luoxi used despicable means to bankrupt Pei Yu’s family. She forced Pei Yu’s parents to work as cleaners for the Shen Corporation to pay off debts and coerced Pei Yu into marriage.

When the news broke, the entertainment world was shaken. Yet, instead of pitying her, fans and colleagues celebrated her “marrying into wealth.” Some “fortune tellers” even claimed it was a blessing earned over ten lifetimes of good deeds.

A blessing from ten lifetimes? Shen Luoxi scoffed.

The book described their marriage as a nightmare. Pei Yu refused to be marked, so Shen Luoxi subjected her to constant abuse. She intentionally avoided hitting Pei Yu’s face, instead bruising her chest, abdomen, and thighs so the injuries stayed hidden. She would continue the beatings even after Pei Yu fainted.

Then, the next day, she would force Pei Yu’s agency to release a statement saying she was “unwell” and post a photo of Shen Luoxi tenderly holding Pei Yu’s hand in bed. Fans would swoon, crying about how “sweet” the couple was.

The mere thought made Shen Luoxi want to vomit. The original Shen Luoxi was a monster. Even as a reader, she had wanted to slap the character.

Ding. The elevator reached the lobby. As she stepped out, the ground-floor attendant bowed. “President Shen, we look forward to your next visit.”

Shen Luoxi nodded instinctively. “Thank you.”

The attendant froze, staring at her back in disbelief. Since when did the eldest Miss ever say ‘thank you’?

Outside, a cool summer breeze hit her face. Shen Luoxi rubbed her hair, recalling the current plot point. This was the night after Pei Yu had trended on social media for a red-carpet appearance. The original Shen Luoxi had seen the news, felt a surge of lust, and called Pei Yu with a threat: “If you aren’t at the club by 8:00 PM, I’ll have your father beaten into a cripple tomorrow.”

Knowing Shen Luoxi was a woman of her word, Pei Yu had come straight from the red carpet. Before she arrived, Shen Luoxi had boasted to her “friends” that she would put on a live performance for them.

That led to the moment Shen Luoxi had woken up in.

In the original story, Shen Luoxi did go through with it. She humiliated Pei Yu in front of everyone and forced a temporary mark on her. Later, those “friends” sent Shen Luoxi the videos they recorded. Shen Luoxi would eventually play an edited version of those videos to break Pei Yu’s spirit. It was this specific incident that eventually led to the physical fight where Pei Yu’s legs were broken, leading to their mutual destruction in a fire.

Shen Luoxi’s face went pale. If the original Shen Luoxi dies, do I die too?

And if she died here, would she go back to her old world?

In her original life, she had been a sickly person. By eighteen, all her relatives had passed away, leaving her with nothing but an inheritance and a kind nanny. If she went back, she might not even live as long as the “Scum Alpha” was destined to. She hadn’t even reached twenty-five.

A wave of loneliness washed over her. If I can stay here, if I don’t have to go back maybe that’s better. At least here, I have a chance to live.

As she stood at the entrance, lost in thought, a middle-aged man in a suit approached. He stopped before her, hands clasped respectfully. “President Shen, is something wrong?”

This was Sun Xingchao, the butler who cleaned up every mess the original Shen Luoxi made.

Shen Luoxi stared at him for a few seconds. “Tell me if someone takes over everything belonging to another person, is it immoral?”

Sun Xingchao bowed his head, his expression neutral. “It simply means that these things were meant to be yours all along.”

He was flattering her, but the words sent a chill down her spine.

Meant to be yours.

Shen Luoxi slowly clenched her fists, her gaze darkening. She stood there for a long time before giving her first command: “There are people in that booth who took indecent videos of me. Go and handle it.”

“Of course, Miss.”

Sun Xingchao was surprised by the sudden use of “Miss” instead of her usual demanding tone, but he immediately pulled out his phone to follow her orders.

The moonlight was bright and clear. Shen Luoxi looked up at the sky. The heavy stone that had been weighing on her heart shattered, the pieces swept away by the wind.

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