Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha’s Gorgeous Wife Who Keeps Trying to Seduce Me - Chapter 27.1

“Be careful,” Shen Zhixi said as she reached out to steady Chi Lengzhao, helping her toward the sofa.

Chi Lengzhao seemed half-aware, swaying slightly with each step. Her eyes were a bit unfocused, and her balance completely unreliable. Shen Zhixi guided her gently, making sure she didn’t bump into anything along the way.

As soon as they reached the sofa, Chi Lengzhao collapsed onto it with a soft sigh, head tilting back against the cushion. Her breath was warm with the faint scent of wine, and her cheeks carried a light flush.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, eyes closed, voice low and hoarse.

Shen Zhixi crouched beside her for a moment, unsure whether to laugh or sigh. The so-called “nightlife queen” was curled up on the sofa like a helpless kitten, completely defenseless.

After a pause, Shen Zhixi reached out to pull a thin blanket over her.

Just as she turned to leave, a hand caught her wrist.

Startled, Shen Zhixi turned back. Chi Lengzhao’s eyes were still closed, but her grip was firm.

“Don’t go,” she murmured, almost in a whisper.

Shen Zhixi froze in place.

“You’re here, right?” Chi Lengzhao continued, voice soft, almost vulnerable. “I wasn’t dreaming, was I?”

“I’m here,” Shen Zhixi replied quietly.

Chi Lengzhao loosened her grip slightly, then let go completely, hand slipping back under the blanket.

The room fell silent.

Shen Zhixi stood there for a moment longer, then slowly walked over to her side of the bed and sat down.

Tonight, she didn’t want to sleep.

She leaned against the headboard, staring out the window. The moonlight filtered in through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. On the sofa, Chi Lengzhao was still.

But Shen Zhixi couldn’t forget what the doctor had said. The idea that Chi Lengzhao might be hiding a neurological condition, concealing her memory loss, pretending she hadn’t forgotten everything—it gnawed at her.

How much of the current Chi Lengzhao was real? How much was left of the one from the past?

Yet, no matter how many questions she had, there was one thing she couldn’t deny.

Tonight, this person had raised five billion yuan to save Meixi. She had stood up and shouldered the burden, without hesitation, without asking for anything in return.

That wasn’t something the Chi Lengzhao she used to know would have done.

She lowered her gaze to her lap, hand still resting where Chi Lengzhao had grabbed her wrist moments ago.

The warmth lingered.

And the words whispered in that drowsy, drunken state still echoed in her ears.

Don’t go.

Chi Lengzhao, even while drunk, was unexpectedly well-behaved. She didn’t make a fuss or act out—she simply followed Shen Zhixi quietly.

When she saw the sofa, she didn’t need to be told anything. Her body slumped sideways and, with practiced ease, she collapsed onto it and fell asleep almost instantly.

Shen Zhixi let out a quiet sigh of relief, straightened her back, and turned to fetch a blanket. But just as she stepped away, her foot caught on Chi Lengzhao’s shoe. She stumbled forward and fell straight onto her.

Chi Lengzhao let out a soft groan, her brows furrowing in discomfort, but she didn’t wake.

Shen Zhixi was sprawled across her, her hand resting on something warm and soft. As soon as she realized what that softness was, her face flushed crimson.

She tried to lift herself up, but before she could, Chi Lengzhao suddenly wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly like a pillow.

She was now face to face with Chi Lengzhao’s sleeping face—exquisitely sculpted features, a high-bridged nose, and full, well-shaped lips.

Her lips were especially eye-catching. Not too thin, not overly plump, just full enough to look soft and alluring. After drinking, the natural redness of her lips looked even deeper, almost as if they’d been brushed with wine—vivid and irresistible.

Shen Zhixi stared at her, unable to look away.

Her heart raced. Her face burned. All the blood in her body seemed to rush to her cheeks, yet she found herself unconsciously holding her breath, as if afraid to wake her.

Chi Lengzhao was still sound asleep. Her breathing was slow and steady. Shen Zhixi’s eyes fell back to those lips, fixated, almost mesmerized.

She swallowed, gently tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and slowly leaned in, closer and closer.

Finally, her lips brushed against Chi Lengzhao’s.

The kiss was soft and tentative. She could taste a faint sweetness from the wine. The softness and slight warmth of her lips made Shen Zhixi’s heart skip a beat.

She kissed her gently, in light pecks, savoring the feeling. Like a curious kitten testing the waters—eager but nervous, not daring to do too much.

But then, Chi Lengzhao’s arms suddenly tightened around her waist.

Before Shen Zhixi could react, she was pulled in, and Chi Lengzhao kissed her back—deeply.

Startled, she tried to pull away, but Chi Lengzhao didn’t give her a chance.

Her scent was just too intoxicating. The soft, fresh laurel aroma filled her senses, drawing her in.

Chi Lengzhao kissed her with clumsy but earnest passion, her tongue gently prying open Shen Zhixi’s lips, tasting her slowly and eagerly.

Eventually, Shen Zhixi stopped resisting and began to respond. Their kiss deepened, becoming heated and intense.

The more Chi Lengzhao kissed her, the more drawn in she became. She couldn’t stop. She wanted more of this sweetness, this warmth.

The kiss lingered, deep and overwhelming.

By the end, Shen Zhixi was breathless, her body weak, leaning against Chi Lengzhao’s chest as she struggled to calm her rapid breathing.

Realizing what had just happened, Shen Zhixi blushed even more. She reached up to touch her own cheek—it was burning hot.

She and Chi Lengzhao had kissed before, back when they first started dating. But those kisses had been brief and polite, without any real feeling.

This time was completely different.

She felt like a girl experiencing her first real kiss—her heart fluttering with a mix of joy and nervousness, and even a bit of guilt.

She didn’t dare open her eyes or move.

After a while, she felt the hand around her waist loosen, and Chi Lengzhao’s breathing evened out again.

Only then did Shen Zhixi slowly raise her head, push herself up with both hands, and stand.

She looked down at Chi Lengzhao, who had just passionately kissed her moments ago and was now fast asleep again. She couldn’t help but shake her head, and unknowingly, a small smile crept onto her face.

Noticing her own smile, Shen Zhixi blinked in surprise, quickly cleared her throat, and told herself—Think of it as a warm-up. If I can’t handle a kiss, how am I going to handle filming the reality show?

She turned, took a blanket from the cupboard, and gently covered Chi Lengzhao. Then she went to the bathroom, dampened a towel with warm water, and returned.

Carefully, she wiped Chi Lengzhao’s face, then her forehead and neck. Finally, she gently dabbed behind her neck at the spot where her gland was located.

Chi Lengzhao let out a pleased little hum, curling deeper into the blanket like a content piglet, then continued sleeping.

Shen Zhixi stood there, watching her peaceful, harmless expression for a long time before switching off the floor lamp beside the sofa.

Back in the bathroom, as she rinsed the towel, something occurred to her.

She brought it to her nose and sniffed. There was a faint, sweet aroma—distinctly like rice wine.

She sniffed again to confirm. It wasn’t the white or red wine they drank at dinner. This was something else.

She remembered the kiss and lightly touched her lips.

Yes. That same soft sweetness was there. The taste of rice wine—light, sweet, lingering.

Chi Lengzhao slept through the night without waking.

When she finally opened her eyes, sunlight poured through the windows, painting golden stripes across the floor. She squinted at the brightness.

Bits of a dream came back to her.

She remembered kissing someone, holding them close, sharing a hot, intense kiss. The person had smelled faintly of laurel—clean, subtle, unforgettable.

She remembered being surrounded by that scent, losing herself in it, not wanting to let go.

Chi Lengzhao pressed her hand to her forehead and massaged her still-sore temples.

She’d definitely had too much to drink. Shen Zhixi’s father had been in such high spirits, and she hadn’t wanted to ruin the mood. She drank too much without realizing it.

She must have been extremely drunk to dream something like that.

Even in my dreams, I’m trying to kiss Shen Zhixi, she thought, sighing silently. Am I that desperate for affection?

Maybe the doctor was right. Maybe she really did need to find an Omega she liked, try dating again, test the waters a little. Who knew? Maybe something would change.

She glanced toward the bed.

It was empty.

Shen Zhixi had already gotten up.

This was the first time she’d ever woken up later than her.

Chi Lengzhao glanced down and noticed she was covered with a blanket. The top two buttons of her shirt had been undone, and her skin felt clean, free of that sticky discomfort from dried sweat—someone must’ve wiped her down.

Only one person would’ve done that: Shen Zhixi.

A strange warmth stirred in Chi Lengzhao’s chest. Her lips curved upward slightly. Her mind, which had been clouded from sleep and alcohol, finally cleared. Then it hit her.

Today was the first day of filming.

The crew would be arriving soon to pick them up!

Chi Lengzhao jumped up and grabbed her phone. Dead.

She looked at the little clock on the desk. 8:15.

The crew was scheduled to arrive at 9:00.

Panicked, she plugged in her phone and dashed out the room in her slippers.

She nearly collided with Shen Zhixi, who was just about to come in. Their eyes met.

Thinking about last night’s kiss, Shen Zhixi’s cheeks flushed instantly. “You’re awake. Breakfast is ready—I was coming to get you.”

Chi Lengzhao, unfazed and in a rush, replied, “I’ll take a quick shower. You go ahead and eat—I’ll be down in a minute.”

She turned back to grab her clothes from the wardrobe. As she passed the bed, she paused and moved her pillow to sit neatly beside Shen Zhixi’s on the bed.

“Almost forgot. If I left that on the sofa, it’d be suspicious.”

As Chi Lengzhao headed toward the bathroom, Shen Zhixi reminded her, “You can just use the one here. It’ll be easier to change after.”

Chi Lengzhao paused, then nodded. “Thanks. That does make things simpler.”

She smiled and added thoughtfully, “Don’t worry, I had a full checkup—very healthy. No weird diseases. Totally safe.”

Shen Zhixi: “…”

Realizing what kind of “diseases” she meant, Shen Zhixi’s cheeks reddened again. “Go shower. I’ll wait outside.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Chi Lengzhao washed up quickly and dried her hair. She emerged fresh-faced, long hair flowing, with a calm, clean energy about her.

Her features were naturally striking—deep-set eyes, high cheekbones, full lips. Even without makeup, she looked like she belonged on a magazine cover.

When she came downstairs in a new set of casualwear, Shen Zhixi couldn’t help but stare for a few seconds.

Chi Lengzhao smiled and asked, “How do I look? This okay for the show?”

“It suits you,” Shen Zhixi replied, her cheeks dusted pink. She quickly looked away and took a quiet sip of coffee to cover her reaction.

With ten minutes left before 9:00, Chi Lengzhao didn’t waste time. She grabbed a slice of toast, spread some jam, and ate it with warm milk.

Since pets weren’t allowed on set, Zai Zai would stay home. Shen Zhixi reminded both the housekeeper and Hua Zi to take good care of him.

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” the housekeeper assured her. “We’ll look after Zai Zai properly.”

Hua Zi added, “Don’t worry, Miss. Just go have fun. When you come back, Zai Zai might have gained a couple pounds.”

The filming location was a scenic coastal town known for its beautiful views.

After landing, Shen Zhixi gently tugged Chi Lengzhao’s hand. Chi Lengzhao understood and smiled brightly at the cameras aimed her way. She exaggerated her reaction to arriving at the destination and said, “Wow, the air here is so fresh!”

On the flight, Shen Zhixi had leaned over to whisper, “Filming’s already started.”

“I know,” Chi Lengzhao had replied. “There were cameras everywhere.”

But Shen Zhixi had seen how unaware she’d looked on camera earlier.

“During the pickup segment this morning, you looked kind of unhappy,” she said quietly. “That could affect the tone of the episode.”

“I wasn’t unhappy. I’d just woken up—didn’t feel like talking,” Chi Lengzhao replied, confused.

“Yeah, but the audience won’t know that. Cameras magnify everything—especially facial expressions.”

Chi Lengzhao fell silent.

This felt a lot harder than she’d expected.

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