Transmigrated as a Scummy Alpha: The Wife-Chasing Crematorium - Chapter 3

Shen Luoxi lay on the bed in the guest room, staring at the warm crystal chandelier above. She watched it silently, mentally calculating how much time was left before Pei Yu would eventually take her down with her.

The original novel never specified an exact date. The author preferred vague transitions like “a few hours later,” “days later,” or “months later.” However, the timeline from their marriage to their deaths was less than a year. Since the bar incident happened about six months into the marriage, she was currently in the middle of the story.

This meant she had at least a few months to redeem herself in Pei Yu’s eyes.

Shen Luoxi sat up. She couldn’t just sit around and wait for fate to catch up; she had to take initiative. She closed her eyes to recall the plot, and a spark of inspiration hit her. She took out her phone and messaged Sun Xingchao: “Tell Pei Yu’s parents that their debt is canceled. Also, buy back their old house and put it in the Pei family’s name.”

Despite the late hour, Sun Xingchao replied instantly: “Understood, Miss.”

With those instructions sent, Shen Luoxi felt a bit more at ease. She set her phone aside and fell asleep.

The next morning, Pei Yu was jolted awake by her ringtone while curled up on the study sofa. She had been too terrified to sleep properly, fearing Shen Luoxi might break in with a group of people, and had only managed to nod off at dawn.

She fumbled for her phone and sat up. Seeing “Dad” on the caller ID, she snapped into full alertness, fearing Shen Luoxi had committed some new atrocity.

“Dad, what happened?” she asked anxiously.

Her father’s voice came through the line. “Xiao Yu, the Shen family butler notified us this morning. He said our debt is cleared, and he even bought our house back for us. Xiao Yu… are you suffering over there?”

“What?”

Pei Yu was stunned. How could Shen Luoxi possibly do something like that?

Assuming Pei Yu had sacrificed herself for this, her father said concernedly, “Your mother and I are used to a little hardship by now. Don’t suffer for our sakes. If anything is wrong, you must tell us.”

Pei Yu’s eyes welled with tears. She lowered her head and whispered, “No, I’m fine here. Maybe… she really did find her conscience.”

“That’s good then. Take care of yourself.”

Pei Yu felt a lump in her throat. She brushed her hair back, revealing her exquisite face. “I know, Dad.”

After hanging up, she sat with her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. Her long, silky hair flowed over her slender back. “Shen Luoxi, what exactly are you planning?” she murmured to herself.

After nearly half an hour of mental preparation, Pei Yu dragged the sofa away from the door. She picked up the baseball bat Shen Luoxi had discarded in the trash the night before and cautiously stepped out.

Outside, the morning sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the living room in a brilliant golden light. The apartment was high-end, with a layout that allowed plenty of natural light, and today was particularly bright.

Pei Yu stared, almost doubting she was in Shen Luoxi’s home. Shen Luoxi hated sunlight, especially right after waking up. Pei Yu remembered one afternoon when a hungover Shen Luoxi had been blinded by a stray beam of light while getting water; she had picked up a chair and hurled it at the window. The glass hadn’t shattered, but it had cracked.

Pei Yu had been so terrified she immediately called Sun Xingchao to have it fixed before it could fall and hurt someone. Since then, the curtains had remained tightly drawn.

But now, they were wide open. Pei Yu hadn’t touched them, and no one else entered this house. The answer was obvious.

“You’re up?”

Shen Luoxi suddenly emerged from the kitchen wearing a black handmade apron. She was holding a white porcelain plate with a ham and egg sandwich. She looked every bit the part of a domestic, doting wife.

Pei Yu didn’t believe it for a second. Anyone in the world could change, but not Shen Luoxi.

Pei Yu gripped the baseball bat, her heart pounding. She feared that at any second, the plate would be smashed into her face and the bat would be turned against her.

Shen Luoxi set the breakfast on the table and looked at Pei Yu with a serious expression. “Well? Aren’t you going to eat? Do you need me to feed you?”

Frightened by the stern tone, Pei Yu’s eyelashes fluttered as she trembled instinctively. Finally, she gripped her bat and forced herself to walk toward the table. The sandwich looked delicious, but to her, it looked like poison.

Shen Luoxi sat down and began eating her own sandwich with slow, methodical bites. Her silence was even more terrifying to Pei Yu. The air seemed to solidify.

Under the crushing mental pressure, Pei Yu sat down shakily and lifted the sandwich to her lips with trembling hands. She took a small bite. The toasted bread tasted wonderful, but she didn’t dare eat much.

Shen Luoxi ate quietly, occasionally sipping milk without looking at Pei Yu. She knew that if she suddenly became too kind, Pei Yu would only become more suspicious. Her plan was to maintain a bit of the original personality while slowly introducing changes.

This was their first breakfast together since the wedding, yet the atmosphere was incredibly eerie. By the time Shen Luoxi finished, Pei Yu had only taken three tiny bites.

Shen Luoxi wiped her hands with a napkin. “Last night, I cleared your family’s debt and gave the house back to your parents. I only have one condition: I want to accompany you to your university’s anniversary celebration in two days.”

Pei Yu had graduated from the Film Academy. In the original story, because Shen Luoxi had tormented her the night before, Pei Yu had missed the event and suffered a damaged gland. The school had subsequently stripped her of her “Ambassador” title, and the media had branded her as a diva who looked down on her alma mater.

That event had triggered a two-month downward spiral of blacklists, canceled contracts, and public vitriol. The original Shen Luoxi had stood by and watched it happen, wanting to see this “unattainable flower” crushed into the dirt.

Hearing the request, Pei Yu assumed Shen Luoxi was planning to ruin her publicly. She began to shake, her lips turning pale as she set the sandwich down.

“President Shen.”

Suddenly, Pei Yu slid off her chair and dropped to her knees. The sudden movement startled Shen Luoxi so much that she instinctively dropped to her knees as well, catching Pei Yu’s legs in a panic. “Wh—what are you doing?”

Pei Yu’s expression was cold and stubborn, even as her fragile frame wavered. “Don’t you always want to mark me? Fine. I’ll let you mark me. Temporary or otherwise, it doesn’t matter.”

With that, she pulled off her shirt and threw it on the floor. Her skin was pale and her figure elegant, framed by black lace and thick dark hair.

“Pei Yu, don’t do this.” Shen Luoxi picked up the shirt and draped it back over her chest. She truly felt for this woman.

Pei Yu’s eyes were hollow. “President Shen, if you just let this go, you can mark me however you want.”

Shen Luoxi looked at her intently. “Pei Yu, you might not believe me right now, but I only want to go to the anniversary. I won’t do anything else. If you’re that worried, I’ll just wait at the gate and won’t even go inside.”

Trust was a steep mountain to climb when all that remained was hatred.

Pei Yu didn’t answer because she didn’t believe a word of it. The air conditioning was on, and the floor was cold. Shen Luoxi helped Pei Yu put her shirt back on, smoothing the fabric over her stomach.

Then, Shen Luoxi stood up, took the sandwich from Pei Yu’s plate, and took a massive bite out of the exact spot Pei Yu had bitten. She chewed emphatically.

“No poison, no drugs. It’s just a sandwich.”

She was proving it to her. Pei Yu looked up at her and let out a helpless, bitter laugh. She said nothing, but as she prepared to stand up, her eyes caught the filling of the sandwich.

It wasn’t rich ham and eggs. It was boiled chicken breast, corn, and lettuce. It was a low-fat meal—exactly what she usually ate to maintain her figure as an actress.

“Can you get up now? Or should I carry you?” Shen Luoxi finished the last bite and playfully held out her arms.

Pei Yu used the table to pull herself up. It wasn’t an act of obedience, but one of weary compromise. Shen Luoxi stood up right along with her.

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