Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 38

Lin Qinghan finished cooking early. After having dinner with little Tiantian, she took a cab to Shen Xian’s company. She knocked on the office door, and it was Yuan Zhenzhen who answered.

Yuan Zhenzhen had seen Shen Tian the day before, so when she saw a young woman holding Shen Tian at the door, her expression flickered slightly with unease, though she quickly masked it. “Tiantian? Are you here to see President Shen? Come on in.”

Lin Qinghan also studied the woman in front of her. She was an Omega and looked quite young. Lin Qinghan gave a small nod and walked in with the child in her arms.

Yuan Zhenzhen knocked on Shen Xian’s office door, and Shen’s voice came from inside: “Come in.”

Only then did Yuan Zhenzhen open the door and say, “President Shen, Tiantian’s here.”

Seeing Lin Qinghan and Shen Tian instantly lit up Shen Xian’s mood, her tone brightening. “Little President Shen brought me lunch today?” she joked, walking over to scoop the child into her arms. Then she looked up at Lin Qinghan with a smile. “Thanks, Qinghan. You brought lunch for me.”

“As if,” Lin Qinghan retorted, though her lips were already tugging upward in a smile. “Tiantian wanted to come see you and just happened to bring your food along.”

Shen Xian grinned, seeing through the deflection but not pointing it out. She continued smiling until Lin Qinghan gave her a light pat and said, “Alright, enough joking. Put Tiantian down and eat before it gets cold.”

“Got it. Then let Little President Shen handle some of my work for a while,” Shen Xian replied with a laugh. She placed the child in her executive chair. The large chair made the little one look tiny and out of place, but Shen Tian sat upright and serious, which made Lin Qinghan laugh out loud.

The office door hadn’t been closed the entire time. Yuan Zhenzhen was still standing outside. Shen Xian noticed and walked over. “Is there anything else?”

“Oh, no, President Shen. I’ll get back to work now.” Yuan Zhenzhen quickly shut the door as she retreated.

Back at her desk, Yuan Zhenzhen looked a bit down. A few other young coworkers, curious as they were, gathered around.

“Who was that holding Tiantian? Was that President Shen’s wife?” Yan Qiang asked, intrigued.

“Of course! If she’s holding Tiantian, she must be the boss’s wife,” Li Xing laughed and nudged him.

Noticing Yuan Zhenzhen’s lack of enthusiasm, Song Min gently nudged the other two. “Alright, you two are too nosy. Let’s not gossip about the boss.”

“Tch, she’s obviously the wife. What’s wrong with us saying it?” Yan Qiang muttered as he and Li Xing returned to their desks.

“You okay, Zhenzhen?” Song Min asked with concern.

“I’m fine, really. What could be wrong?” Yuan Zhenzhen forced a smile. “Back to work.”

Only then did Song Min return to her seat.

Meanwhile, Shen Xian had already opened the lunchbox Lin Qinghan had brought. It had three tiers: shrimp stir-fried with diced cucumber, sautéed pork, and plain rice.

After a few bites, Shen Xian looked at Lin Qinghan and praised, “Qinghan, your cooking keeps getting better. It’s way better than any takeout I’ve had.”

“Don’t flatter me. Can’t even stop talking while you eat,” Lin Qinghan replied with a soft chuckle.

She walked over to where the child was playing in the executive chair with a tiny green turtle toy and pinched the child’s cheek playfully. “What’s our little President Shen up to? So engrossed?”

Shen Tian looked up with wide eyes and said seriously, “Mama’s keeping Mommy company, so Tiantian is keeping the little green turtle company~”

Lin Qinghan’s ears turned pink. “When did I start keeping your mommy company? You little rascal—Mama’s here for you.”

The child blinked and grinned, dimples showing. “It’s okay! Tiantian has the turtle. Mommy looks lonely with no one to play with~”

Shen Xian, overhearing the conversation while eating, nearly burst out laughing. She chimed in, playing along, “Exactly. Eating all by myself here—so lonely!”

Still holding the turtle, Tiantian nodded solemnly in agreement.

Lin Qinghan looked at the pair—one big and one small—and couldn’t help but laugh. “Well then, I see you two have everything figured out.”

She returned to the sofa, and when she saw Shen Xian still chuckling, she nudged her foot against Shen Xian’s shoe and gave her a playful glare. “What are you laughing at? And who said you’re all alone? That girl who opened the door earlier—she’s an Omega.”

Shen Xian nodded but didn’t catch the implication. “You mean Yuan Zhenzhen? Yeah, I think she’s an Omega, but what does that have to do with me? We’re just boss and employee.”

Lin Qinghan glanced at her and huffed softly. “You better be.”

Shen Xian nodded earnestly. What else could their relationship be?

That afternoon, the little family of three left the office together and returned home. Shen Xian cooked dinner, while Lin Qinghan stayed in the living room watching cartoons with their daughter.

That night, Fang Jinglan received a call from her younger sister Fang Jingping. Her husband, Zhao Jianye, was in severe pain—his right leg had become immobile. He was diagnosed with avascular necrosis of the femoral head and needed a hip replacement.

Fang Jinglan panicked and said, “Jingping, when are you going to the hospital? I’ll ask Shen Xian to drive over and pick you up.”

“Shen Xian?” Fang Jingping was surprised. “Second Sister, you bought her another car?”

“No, she bought it herself. She’s even running a small company now. Jingping, she’s really changed. Just a few days ago, she even transferred 50,000 yuan to me for living expenses,” Fang Jinglan explained quickly.

Fang Jingping was silent for a moment, swallowing the words on the tip of her tongue. “No need to trouble her. We’ll just take a cab tomorrow.”

“Will that work out? Should we come over to help?” Fang Jinglan asked again.

“It should be fine, don’t worry. Let’s see if the hospital has any beds first.” The sisters chatted a while longer before ending the call.

Afterward, Fang Jingping turned to her daughter and asked, “Xiaoyan, do you think Shen Xian has really changed?”

“I hope she has,” Zhao Xiaoyan replied, “But I’m afraid she’s just pretending again to scam money from Second Aunt.”

Shen Xian had a bad track record with Fang Jingping. She had often borrowed money—sometimes just a few dozen yuan, other times over a thousand. It was always under some excuse: hitting someone with her car, needing to treat someone to dinner, and so on. She made frequent visits to their house, and each time led to arguments. Once, she even visited at 10 PM just to borrow money again. Zhao Xiaoyan didn’t even open the door, knowing full well what Shen Xian wanted.

That history had left a sour taste. To Zhao Xiaoyan, anything involving Shen Xian couldn’t be good.

The next morning, the family tried to hail a cab, but as soon as drivers saw that Zhao Jianye couldn’t walk, they all refused the fare. It took over half an hour just to get nowhere.

With few options, Fang Jingping thought again of Shen Xian. Among the five siblings, only one had a car—her younger brother Fang Chengqian—but she didn’t want to ask him. He and his wife Yan Qinqin would surely make a fuss over it later.

So she turned to her daughter and asked, “Should we call your second aunt?”

Though she didn’t want to deal with Shen Xian, Zhao Xiaoyan had no better idea and gave a reluctant nod.

Fang Jingping called Fang Jinglan again. “We’ve been trying to get a cab, but no luck. If Shen Xian isn’t busy, could she help us out?”

“Of course. I’ll call her right now.”

Shen Xian had just dropped off Lin Qinghan and their child when she received the call. “Got it, Mom. I’ll head over in a bit.”

Hearing “Third Aunt” reminded her of the many wrongs the original Shen Xian had done. Back in middle school, Fang Jinglan had rented a room for her in Linhai City so she could study. Coincidentally, the room was in the same courtyard as Fang Jingping’s home. During that time, Fang Jingping took care of her often.

But Shen Xian had repaid the kindness by stealing 300 yuan from Fang Jingping’s house—a sum that equaled half of Zhao Jianye’s monthly salary. Though Zhao had always distrusted her, Fang Jingping defended her back then.

Shen Xian sighed. The original body had truly wronged these relatives deeply.

She informed her staff she’d be out for the day and drove over. When she arrived, Zhao Jianye was already sitting on the steps. The disease had progressed, and walking down the stairs had taken a toll.

Shen Xian pulled up, parked at the entrance, and got out. “Third Aunt, let’s go. I’ll take you.”

“Thank you. Really,” said her aunt. The whole family had always been humble and avoided troubling others when they could.

“No trouble at all. If you ever need help, just call,” Shen Xian said with a smile as she helped Zhao Jianye into the car.

At the hospital, she registered for them, stood in line, got scans done—handling everything. Fortunately, the orthopedics department had an available bed. Shen Xian even rented a wheelchair and helped bring Zhao Jianye to the room.

Zhao Xiaoyan said she would go back and pack some essentials. “Mom, you stay with Dad. I’ll go get the washbasin, thermos, blankets, and so on.”

“I’ll drive you,” Shen Xian offered.

Zhao Xiaoyan remembered how she had refused to let Shen Xian into their home that night and now felt awkward. “It’s fine. I’ll just grab a cab.”

Knowing the storyline from the original book, Shen Xian understood her hesitation and decided to break the tension. “No need. We’ve got a car in the family—why pay for a ride? Come on, Aunt, you stay here. I’ll go with Xiaoyan to get the stuff.”

On the way back, the atmosphere was tense. Zhao Xiaoyan sat in the passenger seat, guilt gnawing at her. She regretted not opening the door that night.

After parking, Shen Xian followed her upstairs. At the door, Zhao Xiaoyan turned to her with slightly reddened eyes. “Sis… I’m sorry about that night. I shouldn’t have turned you away.”

Shen Xian patted her shoulder gently. “It’s in the past. Honestly, with how I used to be, I would’ve done the same. Xiaoyan, you don’t need to feel guilty. I’ve made too many mistakes. Your reaction was more than reasonable.”

Zhao Xiaoyan burst into tears. Shen Xian handed her a tissue. “You’re 24 and still crying? Wipe those tears. The past is behind us—what matters is looking ahead. Alright, let’s pack. Third Aunt and Uncle are still waiting.”

Zhao Xiaoyan nodded. She felt that Shen Xian had truly changed. You could tell a lot from someone’s eyes—Shen Xian used to look sly and evasive. Now, she had the calm, dependable gaze of a real older sister.

“Mm. Thank you, Sis,” Zhao Xiaoyan said, wiping her tears.

“We’re family. No need to thank me. Now where’s that thermos…?”

The two soon packed everything needed for the hospital. The ride back was much more relaxed. Shen Xian even reassured her that hip replacement surgery was now common, usually caused by excessive alcohol or steroid use.

Zhao Jianye was a heavy drinker. He was good to his wife and daughter, but no one could get him to stop drinking. Three meals a day, he needed alcohol—and now he was paying the price.

After helping Zhao Xiaoyan carry the things upstairs, Shen Xian left her number and finally headed off to pick up her daughter and Lin Qinghan.

Watching her leave, Zhao Xiaoyan said to her mother, “Mom, I really think… Shen Xian has changed.”