Transmigrated as a Scummy Alpha: The Wife-Chasing Crematorium - Chapter 6

This script was terrible.

The female lead’s character was a mindless “love-brain” who pursued the male lead for ten fruitless years. It was only after the male lead broke up with his ex that he slowly discovered her worth, leading to a “happily ever after.” The heroine was nothing more than a consolation prize.

Guan Tong knew how bad the script was, but she pushed it on Pei Yu anyway because she could pocket a significant kickback from the investors.

“Why aren’t you speaking?”

Shen Luoxi had almost finished skimming the contract. Seeing that Pei Yu remained silent, she asked again.

Pei Yu lowered her head, staring at the glass tabletop. “Anything is fine. If you think it’s good, President Shen, then it’s good.”

Hearing this, the two men opposite them breathed a sigh of relief. They knew the decision-making power rested entirely with Shen Luoxi. In their eyes, she was just a wealthy playboy who spent her days at nightclubs—someone who understood nothing of the nuances of business. A few flattering words would be enough to get the contract signed, even without Guan Tong there to help.

The producer leaned forward with a smile. “President Shen, this script was meticulously crafted over two years in collaboration with a famous screenwriter. If Mrs. Shen participates, it will certainly be a win-win. Plus, the director here recently won an international award for his last work.”

Having finished the last page, Shen Luoxi closed the folder and slid it back toward them. “It sounds very impressive.”

The director, sensing success, chimed in, “Rest assured, President Shen, I will pour my soul into this project to provide a perfect result for you and Mrs. Shen.”

Shen Luoxi nodded. The two men, thinking she had relented, pulled out their pens.

“If there are no issues, please sign here,” the producer said, placing a pen atop the contract.

Shen Luoxi looked at it but didn’t pick it up. She turned to Pei Yu one last time. “Do you want to take this role? If you do, sign it. If you don’t, we won’t.”

She handed the power to Pei Yu.

Pei Yu answered almost instantly, “I want to take it.”

“Why?” Shen Luoxi knew she didn’t actually want it.

Pei Yu’s voice was flat, devoid of emotion. Her reason was chillingly simple: “Because you nodded.”

Because Shen Luoxi had approved, she felt she had no choice.

Shen Luoxi froze, a wave of suffocating guilt and embarrassment washing over her. Just because she had nodded. It was a perfectly logical, yet heartbreaking, answer.

The producer interrupted the moment. “Since Mrs. Shen wants to take it, please sign. We won’t let you down.”

Pei Yu leaned forward and picked up the pen, turning to the last page. But just as she was about to sign her name, Shen Luoxi spoke.

“We aren’t taking this project.”

Pei Yu’s hand stopped.

“Huh?” the director stammered.

The producer leaned in anxiously. “President Shen, may I ask why? Mrs. Shen wants to do it, and you’ve seen the contract. Why the change of heart?”

Shen Luoxi said calmly, “First, this script is garbage—written in a month, not ‘polished for two years.’ Second, that international award the director won? It was from a ‘wild’ festival with no prestige. Third, there’s a problem with the contract. You’re running a ‘Yin-Yang’ double-contract scheme, and Guan Tong is taking a cut. Using such tricks to deceive my wife into signing… your intentions are quite malicious.”

The two men turned pale, their bodies stiffening with fear. They thought Shen Luoxi was an idiot; they didn’t realize she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Even Pei Yu was stunned.

Shen Luoxi continued, “Before I lose my temper, take your contract and crawl out of here. Otherwise, I’ll close the door and deal with you myself.”

Panic replaced their shock. They grabbed the folders and fled the room. When Shen Luoxi went “crazy,” she was more terrifying than a true lunatic.

The lounge fell silent.

Pei Yu slowly put down the pen, her expression complex. She wondered how Shen Luoxi knew the truth, but she was too afraid to ask. This woman seemed… different.

Having played the “good person” for a moment, Shen Luoxi quickly reverted to her playboy persona to avoid suspicion. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it with practiced ease.

As she exhaled, she looked at Pei Yu and reached out, her fingers lightly tracing circles over the fabric covering Pei Yu’s waist. Pei Yu’s back went numb, and she sat up rigidly.

Sensing the reaction, Shen Luoxi paused. Is this too much?

“Good feel,” she muttered. Under the sting of her conscience, she pulled her hand back and tapped her ash into the tray, stopping the contact.

Pei Yu assumed Shen Luoxi was waiting for her to take the initiative, which is why she had stopped. Gritting her teeth and gathering her courage, Pei Yu turned and slowly began to unbutton her shirt.

Her pale, slender waist was revealed.

Shen Luoxi didn’t mean to look, but a sudden heat surged in her chest. Her unique scent—a deep agarwood began to diffuse into the air. She didn’t even notice she was releasing pheromones.

As Pei Yu inhaled the Alpha pheromones, her body grew warm and weak, her breathing quickening. Even outside of their typical cycles, an Omega can be triggered into a sudden “heat” by a strong Alpha scent.

Pei Yu began to involuntarily release her own sandalwood pheromones.

Shen Luoxi breathed them in. Within seconds, she was intoxicated. Driven by instinct, she moved toward Pei Yu. She wanted to kiss her, desperately.

Losing control, Shen Luoxi pressed her hand against Pei Yu’s shoulder and forced her back into the sofa, pinning her down. She knelt on either side of Pei Yu’s legs, looming over her.

Pei Yu didn’t dare refuse, but she pressed her hands against Shen Luoxi’s shoulders. “President Shen,” she said coldly, “this is a guest lounge. If you want this, let’s go home.”

The sandalwood scent grew thicker, more alluring.

Shen Luoxi’s mind was a blur; she couldn’t even process the words. She dropped her cigarette onto the glass table and let her hands wander over Pei Yu’s bare, soft waist. At the touch of the warm skin, she couldn’t help but knead with varying pressure, drawing a soft moan from the woman beneath her.

Their tangled pheromones seemed to explode through the room.

No matter how unwilling Pei Yu was, her biological response was undeniable; her body was accepting Shen Luoxi. The strength gap between an Alpha and an Omega made it impossible for her to push her away.

“Shen Luoxi,” Pei Yu called out again, her voice hoarse.

But Shen Luoxi’s mind was blank, her ears ringing. She saw only Pei Yu’s enticing red lips and the rise and fall of her chest under her sports bra. Desires swirled.

Heat rushed from her feet to her head. Her eyes grew bloodshot, and she lowered her head to claim those lips.

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

A frantic pounding at the door snapped Shen Luoxi back to reality just a centimeter away from Pei Yu’s lips. The pheromones and lust drained away like a punctured balloon.

Realizing what she was doing, Shen Luoxi scrambled off Pei Yu, banging her shin against the glass table in the process.

What am I doing?

She was wide awake now. If she had forcibly marked Pei Yu just now, she would never earn her forgiveness—not in this life or the next.

Calm down, Shen Luoxi! she chided herself. These ABO pheromones were lethal. But Pei Yu was even more so.

The knocking continued. Shen Luoxi glanced at the door, then turned back to drape her coat over Pei Yu. She strode to the door and pulled it open.

As she left, Pei Yu slumped into the sofa, trembling with relief.

Outside, Shen Luoxi took a breath and saw Guan Tong. Her expression immediately turned frigid. “Is there a problem?”

The director and producer had called Guan Tong after fleeing, and the three had met in the stairwell. They told her everything. Guan Tong was breaking out in a cold sweat, realizing Shen Luoxi knew the truth.

To save herself, Guan Tong had immediately turned on the other two, claiming there was no such thing as a double contract. Since nothing was signed and there was no hard evidence, the men had no choice but to leave.

Now, Guan Tong had to explain herself to President Shen or her career was over. “President Shen, I truly knew nothing about a double contract. Don’t listen to their nonsense,” she said, sounding remarkably self-righteous.

Shen Luoxi looked at her meaningfully. “Since you ‘didn’t know,’ I’ll act as if I don’t either. But if anyone else comes to me with a complaint true or false, you won’t be staying here.”

Guan Tong nodded vigorously. “I understand, President Shen.”

Shen Luoxi went back into the lounge. Guan Tong remained at the door, her face twisting into a hateful expression, her fists clenched. She was convinced someone had snitched. She vowed to find out who.

Actually, Shen Luoxi had said that on purpose to keep Guan Tong in line.

Inside, Pei Yu had gathered herself and was standing up, holding Shen Luoxi’s coat. The pheromones in the room had dissipated.

“Your new manager will arrive this afternoon,” Shen Luoxi said calmly. “Until they contact you, you’re free to go. No one is following you. Go wherever you like.”

“Really?” Pei Yu’s eyes suddenly lit up.

It was the first time Shen Luoxi had seen such an expression on her face. She nodded gently. “Yes.”

“Thank you, President Shen,” she whispered.

Shen Luoxi stepped aside to let her pass. Pei Yu looked at her, hesitated for a second, and then practically ran out of the room.

She was going to see her parents.

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