Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 60

Shen Xian touched the spot on her face where Lin Qinghan had just kissed her. This was the first time in both her lives that anyone had ever kissed her. Qinghan’s lips were soft—it felt… kind of nice? The thought made Shen Xian a little giddy. In her past life, she hadn’t had any close friends—at most, colleagues she could chat about work with. No one had ever dared to kiss her. This moment was new and oddly exhilarating.

But she hadn’t even done anything—so why did Qinghan kiss her out of nowhere? Shen Xian couldn’t quite figure it out, but that didn’t matter. It was a clear sign of intimacy from Qinghan, and that alone put Shen

Xian in a great mood, humming happily even as she cooked lunch.

Meanwhile, back in her room, Lin Qinghan was secretly giggling for a good half hour, wondering what kind of reaction Shen Xian would have. When she finally opened the door and peeked out, Shen Xian was busy in the kitchen, washing vegetables and prepping for lunch. Lin Qinghan strolled over deliberately, waving her hand in front of Shen Xian’s face, ready to catch her off guard.

Shen Xian looked up with a smile and set down the vegetables. “Qinghan, why did you kiss me earlier?” she asked, grinning.

Lin Qinghan froze. She hadn’t expected Shen Xian to throw the question right back at her so directly. But rather than fluster, she raised her chin, eyes locking with Shen Xian’s as she challenged, “What, I’m not allowed to kiss you?”

Shen Xian blinked, caught off guard by Qinghan’s assertiveness. “No, you can,” she replied without missing a beat.

Qinghan burst out laughing. She reached out and poked Shen Xian’s shoulder playfully. “You said it! Don’t regret it later.”

“I won’t,” Shen Xian chuckled. She meant it too. She had never been kissed before, and being kissed by Qinghan felt surprisingly good. If Qinghan wanted to do it again, she wouldn’t stop her.

But Qinghan wasn’t satisfied. Was Shen Xian implying she wouldn’t dare kiss her again?

“Fine,” Qinghan said, eyes narrowing. “Come over here. Let me kiss you again.”

Without hesitation, Shen Xian wiped her hands with a dry towel, walked over to Qinghan, and even tilted her head slightly and leaned forward.

That calm, collected attitude only made Lin Qinghan more annoyed. She looped her arms around Shen Xian’s neck and planted three quick kisses on her right cheek. When Shen Xian still didn’t blush or panic, Qinghan leaned in further and brushed a kiss at the corner of Shen Xian’s lips, then pulled back and tried to act unfazed.

Shen Xian definitely noticed. This was her first kiss—ever. Not just on the lips, but on the face, period. But seeing how composed Qinghan acted, Shen Xian started wondering if she was overreacting. And besides, it wasn’t like she disliked it. The brush of Qinghan’s lips had been soft and warm. So she quietly decided not to overthink it and let it be.

Outwardly, Lin Qinghan looked calm. Inside, though, her thoughts were in chaos. She kissed her at the corner of the lips— and Shen Xian still didn’t react? Did that mean Shen Xian wasn’t interested in her at all?

Or was she just that emotionally dense? Or… did Lin Qinghan herself just not have enough charm?

Then Shen Xian smiled. “All kissed out? If you’re done, I’ll get back to cooking.”

Lin Qinghan glared at her. “All you care about is cooking! You and your precious food—why don’t you just marry it!” She stormed out of the kitchen and slammed the door behind her.

Still washing vegetables, Shen Xian muttered to herself, “Why is she mad again? She kissed me, didn’t she? And cooking isn’t wrong either…”

Back in her room, Lin Qinghan flopped onto the bed, furious. Sure, part of the reason she kissed Shen Xian was out of frustration, but she had genuinely felt something when their lips brushed. Why hadn’t Shen Xian reacted at all? She sighed. Still, at least she got to kiss her…

During lunch, Lin Qinghan barely responded to Shen Xian. Meanwhile, Shen Xian kept trying to coax her, serving her food and soup with great care.

“Qinghan, this cream of mushroom soup turned out great. Try a little more,” Shen Xian said with a smile.

“Mm,” Lin Qinghan responded flatly, annoyed that Shen Xian seemed to care more about cooking than their budding relationship.

After the meal, Lin Qinghan tried to do the dishes, but Shen Xian beat her to it and practically pushed her out of the kitchen. Bored, Qinghan wandered around the living room a bit before heading back to her room and scrolling through her phone. She ended up browsing a relationship advice forum.

Though skeptical, she still posted a thread:

Title: Why doesn’t my Alpha react no matter how much I flirt?

OP: As above. No matter how I throw myself at her, my Alpha doesn’t react. What’s going on?

Comment 1: Eh, probably age—no more passion.

Comment 2: Maybe your pheromones don’t do it for her anymore.

OP: No, we still react to each other’s pheromones just fine.

Comment 3: Hmm… then maybe she’s just not into that stuff? Asexual? Low libido?

Comment 4: Definitely. If she’s still ignoring you even when you’re throwing yourself at her, maybe her body’s just not up to it.

Lin Qinghan fumed. What nonsense! Shen Xian was perfectly healthy!

OP: That’s not it! My Alpha is totally fine! Forget it. I’m not asking anymore.

Just as she exited the forum, Shen Xian came back into the room.

Qinghan waved her over. Forget those unreliable netizens—might as well work on teasing Shen Xian herself. They were going to live together soon anyway. Plenty of time to stir things up.

Shen Xian kicked off her shoes and laid down beside her, tilting her head. “What’s up, Qinghan?”

Without their daughter between them, the two were much closer than usual. Lin Qinghan glanced at Shen Xian a few times, blushing slightly before saying, “Shen Xian, if you kiss me, I won’t be mad anymore.”

Her voice was soft, eyes flickering uncertainly before locking on Shen Xian’s face.

Shen Xian didn’t think too much of it. Qinghan kissed me first. So kissing her back should be fine, right?

Still, it was her first time kissing someone, so she was nervous. She leaned in carefully, took a deep breath, and gently kissed Qinghan’s right cheek. The moment her lips touched, she noticed how soft her skin felt.

She lingered for half a second, then pulled back reluctantly, afraid too many kisses might annoy Qinghan. Resting on her side, she quietly watched Qinghan’s face.

Qinghan swallowed hard. So Shen Xian doesn’t mind kissing me? But that was it? Just one kiss and she backed off? Did she like it, or not?

Whatever. Step by step. She turned to Shen Xian and said, “Let’s nap a bit. Didn’t you say we’re going to see the house this afternoon?”

“Okay.” Shen Xian smiled, still savoring the softness of Qinghan’s cheek.

About an hour later, Qinghan was woken by Shen Xian’s alarm. Shen Xian reached over to shut it off and turned to see Qinghan still half-asleep beside her. She couldn’t help but smile and lean in to give her another kiss—this time on the left cheek—before pulling back quickly.

Qinghan blinked, now fully awake. Did Shen Xian just kiss me again? She turned her head and saw Shen Xian smiling at her.

Before she could say anything, Shen Xian spoke first: “Afternoon kiss.”

Qinghan didn’t say anything back. She had already been hoping to get closer to Shen Xian. Now that Shen Xian had taken the initiative, she wasn’t going to ruin it.

Seeing that Qinghan wasn’t upset, Shen Xian let out a relieved breath.

That afternoon, they drove to visit the house Shen Xian had been looking at online. Once there, Shen Xian called the realtor, and within minutes, a young sales rep came over to show them around.

“Hello, ladies. Let me give you a quick overview of the community…” the agent began his enthusiastic pitch.

Shen Xian noted that the landscaping and facilities looked great. Turning to Qinghan, she asked, “What do you think?”

Qinghan smiled. “It’s nice. There are plenty of shops inside the complex too. Definitely an upgrade from where we live now.”

“Great. Let’s go check out the unit itself.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Seeing the potential sale, the agent became even more attentive. The apartment was on the 8th floor, and thanks to the building’s wide spacing, it had excellent natural light.

Shen Xian walked through the apartment while holding Qinghan’s wrist. “It’s four bedrooms and two living areas. Tiantian’s getting older, so we can turn one room into a princess suite for her. Another can be a study. Then we’ll each have our own room.”

Qinghan had been smiling until she heard that. Separate rooms? Her mood dropped instantly. “What about the guest room?” she asked.

“Oh, right… I guess that means we won’t have one,” Shen Xian muttered. She hadn’t considered where guests—like her parents—would stay.

Qinghan chuckled. “Isn’t one room for the two of us enough? We sleep together already anyway.”

“…Yeah, good point. We’ll go with your plan.” Shen Xian nodded, grinning.

Buying a house wasn’t an instant process. They arranged to return the next day for payment and paperwork, then left the complex together.