Transmigrated as a Scummy Alpha: The Wife-Chasing Crematorium - Chapter 11

Shi Xiaoman’s expression darkened, and a wave of sorrow washed over her features, making her look pitiably fragile.

However, after only a few seconds, she put back on her gentle facade and said, “Yes, she treats me well enough.”

Except for the temporary markings imposed regardless of time or place, everything else was… acceptable.

Pei Yu, how could she not hear the lie? “If you ever need anything, feel free to message or call me. I will… do whatever is in my power.”

Even as she said it, Pei Yu hardly believed herself. Both Shen Luoxi and Lan Yue came from elite families; they possessed not just wealth, but power. In the city of Jiang, very few people dared to cross them. Moreover, the two had grown up together and shared the same rotten temperament. Whatever vile things Shen Luoxi had done, Lan Yue had matched—though Lan Yue was more discreet about it, lacking Shen Luoxi’s blatant arrogance.

“Thank you.”

With her comfort, Shi Xiaoman’s mood lifted slightly.

They chatted backstage, oblivious to the fact that the Principal had finished his speech in the auditorium. The host was now transitioning the program, and Shi Xiaoman was up next. An employee, fearing they hadn’t heard the cue, jogged over and reminded them: “Teacher Shi, it’s almost your turn. Please come this way to prepare.”

“Alright,” Shi Xiaoman replied, then turned back to Pei Yu. “I’ll head over first. Let’s talk later when we have time, Student Pei.”

“Okay,” Pei Yu nodded with a smile.

Shi Xiaoman followed the staff and stood by the curtain. When the host called her name and the audience erupted in thunderous applause, she walked toward the podium with a radiant smile, her steps graceful and composed.

Soon, her resonant voice echoed through the hall.

Pei Yu listened to the powerful speech while leaning against the wall, the script in her hand already crumpled beyond recognition. Well enough? Lan Yue was just like Shen Luoxi; how could she possibly be doing well?

As Pei Yu stood in the corridor dazed, a woman slowly emerged from the stairwell. She wore a black baseball cap pulled low to hide half her face, her hands shoved into her pockets. She walked toward Pei Yu and stopped right in front of her.

“Pei Yu?” she called out.

Pei Yu looked up slowly. Her melancholic expression instantly hardened upon seeing the person dressed in black. “Who are you?”

“You certainly have a short memory. You don’t remember me?” The woman tilted the brim of her hat up, her cold gaze landing on Pei Yu.

Recognizing that familiar face, Pei Yu grew tense, her back pressing hard against the wall. “Lan Yue? What are you doing here?”

Although Lan Yue was an artist, she wasn’t an alumna of this school. Logically, she shouldn’t be at the anniversary. Why was she here? Was it because of Teacher Shi?

Lan Yue took a step forward, her aura sharp and oppressive. “It seems Shen Luoxi hasn’t disciplined you well lately. Since when do you have the right to question me?”

Shen Luoxi had suddenly become quite disciplined recently—she didn’t even visit nightclubs anymore and had reportedly started managing the Shen Corporation. It didn’t fit her personality at all.

While Pei Yu feared Shen Luoxi, she wasn’t particularly afraid of Lan Yue. She replied with equal gravity, “I didn’t mean to question you, Miss Lan. I am simply stating that this is our school’s anniversary. Your presence here seems inappropriate.”

“Oh?” Anger flickered in Lan Yue’s eyes. “I need your permission to be here? What are you exactly? Just a dog beneath Shen Luoxi?”

Before Pei Yu could answer, she sneered again. “I’d say you’re less than a dog in the Shen household. If you raise a dog, it will sit when told and roll over on command. But you? You’re useless. I heard that in bed, you’re like a vegetable—not even a whimper. What, do you think you’re some kind of pure saint?”

Lan Yue threw these insults out casually. Had it not been for Shen Luoxi’s sake, her words would have been even more vicious.

Pei Yu’s face went cold, her eyes looking as if they wanted to cut Lan Yue into a thousand pieces. However, this wasn’t the first time she had heard such talk; she treated it like a machine playing a recording.

Pei Yu slowly smoothed her brow and said calmly, “Miss Lan, your way of speaking is truly primitive. One knows you are an Alpha, but otherwise, one might mistake you for a caveman who hasn’t learned human speech and only knows how to howl.”

She insulted Lan Yue thoroughly.

When Lan Yue heard this, she almost thought she was hallucinating. The last person who had insulted her like that was still lying in a hospital bed. She hadn’t expected the next one to appear so soon.

Lan Yue let out a cold laugh, her gaze turning murderous. “Don’t think just because you’re Shen Luoxi’s dog that you can bark freely. You know exactly what her attitude toward you is. If she weren’t currently interested in playing with you for a few more days… Pei Yu, I would make sure you learned exactly what ‘a fate worse than death’ means.”

“Fine. I’ll wait and see.” Pei Yu met her gaze without a trace of fear. If that day ever came, Pei Yu would drag both of them into hell with her.

Pei Yu’s defiance caught Lan Yue off guard. In her memory, the woman Shen Luoxi had forcibly taken was merely a face that could move gods but possessed a brain no better than a pig’s. She hadn’t expected such fire. No wonder Shen Luoxi had gone to such lengths to marry her.

“Pei Yu, it seems I underestimated you.” Lan Yue straightened up and took two steps back. But her retreat didn’t mean the matter was settled. It was purely because of Shen Luoxi.

Pei Yu didn’t respond. The area fell silent. In that silence, Shi Xiaoman’s pleasant voice drifted backstage, crystal clear. Their expressions softened in a moment of shared recognition.

Clap, clap, clap.

Shortly after, Shi Xiaoman’s speech ended to enthusiastic applause. She bowed gracefully on stage. As the stage lights dimmed, she turned and walked off.

When she had been chatting earlier, Pei Yu had stood near the exit. She hadn’t moved much, and because of Lan Yue’s arrival, the first thing Shi Xiaoman saw upon exiting was the two of them standing face-to-face.

The lingering smile on Shi Xiaoman’s face vanished the moment she saw Lan Yue’s silhouette. She… why is she here? She looked at Lan Yue in disbelief.

As the backstage staff prepared for the next segment, the entrance became crowded and chaotic. Hearing the noise, Lan Yue looked over and saw Shi Xiaoman standing there, looking shocked and tense.

She really doesn’t welcome my arrival, does she? Lan Yue thought. Too bad. I’m here anyway.

Lan Yue pulled her hands from her pockets, a smirk playing on her lips. She strode toward Shi Xiaoman and, upon reaching her, reached out a long arm and pulled her into a possessive embrace.

Seeing this, Pei Yu flinched. Shi Xiaoman’s heart hammered in her chest with anxiety. Lan Yue was taller than Shi Xiaoman, and since she was currently wearing five-centimeter heels, the height difference was pronounced. Feeling the warmth in her arms, Lan Yue glanced down at the beautiful curve of Shi Xiaoman’s neckline. Desire flared instantly, a spark of conquest igniting in her heart.

“Teacher Shi, you look so beautiful tonight,” Lan Yue praised nonchalantly. Her grip tightened as she deliberately shifted their position so they were side-on to Pei Yu.

Shi Xiaoman knew Pei Yu was watching, and she knew what this woman intended to do next. For the first time, she resisted firmly, whispering, “Not here, Lan Yue. I beg you. Anywhere else is fine, but not here, please?”

“Not here?” Lan Yue repeated. Her face turned ice-cold. Her hand behind Shi Xiaoman’s back tightened, as if she wanted to crush her waist.

Shi Xiaoman went numb with pain. A bead of cold sweat rolled down her temple, but she gritted her teeth and made no sound. The more she resisted, the more Lan Yue wanted to hurt her.

“You really care about Pei Yu, don’t you?” Lan Yue said, her grip tightening again.

Shi Xiaoman looked away, avoiding both of them. “Pei Yu has nothing to do with this. It’s just… in public like this, it isn’t right. When we go back—after we go back—you can do whatever you want.”

She said those last words with extreme reluctance.

Rage flared in Lan Yue’s eyes again. Since their first night together, she had tormented this woman countless times, but Shi Xiaoman had never once consented. Now, she was not only stopping her but also offering herself up just to protect someone else. It turned out there were things Shi Xiaoman cared about—it just wasn’t her.

Lan Yue pinned Shi Xiaoman against the wall, her hat brim pressing against the teacher’s forehead. “Whatever I want? What if I want you right here in front of Pei Yu? Would that be okay too?”

“You!” Shi Xiaoman’s eyes widened, bloodshot with disbelief.

Lan Yue tilted her head slightly, her hat shifting as she moved toward Shi Xiaoman’s scent gland. “Why don’t we try it? Let’s show Pei Yu exactly how we usually do things.”

Hearing the seriousness in Lan Yue’s tone, Shi Xiaoman panicked. She instinctively covered her gland. “Lan Yue, don’t. Let’s go back.”

“Go back?” Lan Yue grabbed her hand and pinned it against the wall. “If we go back, Pei Yu won’t get to see this.”

She leaned down, intending to bite. Shi Xiaoman, pale with fear, pushed back violently.

Seeing this, Pei Yu dropped her script and rushed over. She grabbed Lan Yue’s arm and pulled her away from Shi Xiaoman. “Lan Yue, that’s enough!”

Lan Yue was caught off guard. She hadn’t expected Pei Yu to have such strength and was sent stumbling. Pei Yu seized the moment to grab Shi Xiaoman’s wrist, pulling her behind her to protect her.

The corridor was suddenly filled with their pheromones—the scent of iris and orchid. As the confrontation unfolded, the backstage staff began to gather, forming a crowd.

Noticing the audience, Lan Yue felt a surge of heat and embarrassment. She looked up at Pei Yu. “Pei Yu, you really are tired of living.”

Ignoring the fact that she was Shen Luoxi’s woman, Lan Yue strode toward her and raised her hand to deliver a vicious slap.

“Xiao Yu!” Shi Xiaoman cried out in terror. Everyone presents held their breath.

But before the blow could land, a figure suddenly emerged from the crowd and caught her hand.

“Shen Luoxi?”

After a long silence, Pei Yu finally whispered her name.

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