Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 61

Soon, Shen Xian paid off the full amount for the new apartment and completed all the necessary paperwork. Together with Lin Qinghan, they gradually bought furniture and appliances. Once the residual smell from the renovations dissipated, they’d be ready to move in.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Shen Xian drove around to deliver gifts to her relatives. In the past, as long as the original Shen Xian didn’t ask them for money, the relatives were already relieved—gifts were out of the question.

So when her third aunt, Fang Jingping, saw Shen Xian and Lin Qinghan at her door with presents in hand, she couldn’t stop smiling. It wasn’t about the gifts themselves—it was genuine joy in seeing Shen Xian doing so well.

“Shen Xian, Qinghan, since you’re here, why don’t you stay and have dinner with us?” Fang Jingping poured them water warmly.

Shen Xian took a sip and smiled. “Thank you, Auntie, but we still have to stop by second aunt and uncle’s place. Let’s plan a proper family gathering during the festival.”

“Alright then. Drive safe, you two.”

“Don’t worry, Auntie. We’ll be off now.”

Afterward, Shen Xian and Lin Qinghan delivered gifts to her second aunt, Fang Jingchun.

Among Shen Xian’s maternal relatives, the ones she liked least were her eldest uncle, Fang Chengqian, and his wife, Yan Qinqin. But since they still lived with her grandfather, and for the sake of appearances, she prepared gifts for them too.

With her usual pleasant demeanor, Shen Xian knocked on her grandfather’s door. “Uncle, Aunt, you’re home—I brought you something.”

Yan Qinqin, who had heard through the grapevine that Shen Xian now owned a company, greeted them with newfound warmth. “Shen Xian, you’re here! Come in, come in. And Qinghan too—why bring gifts?

We’re all family.”

“It’s only right for the younger generation to bring gifts to the elders. We’ll just say hi to Grandpa.” Shen Xian placed the gifts down and led Lin Qinghan over to the old man.

“Grandpa, I brought you milk, pastries, and fruit,” Shen Xian said with a smile.

“Ah, Shen Xian, you came. Is business at the company keeping you busy?” he asked with a warm grin.

“It’s manageable. Now that things are running smoothly, it’s not so hectic anymore.”

After chatting a bit, Shen Xian was ready to pick up Tiantian from Fang Jinglan’s house. Yan Qinqin tried to persuade them to stay. “Don’t leave yet. Have dinner here. I’ll get your uncle to make some good dishes.”

Shen Xian kept her smile, already guessing Yan Qinqin’s intentions. “Thanks, but Tiantian’s waiting for us. If we’re late, she’ll cry. Uncle, Aunt, we’ll get going.”

Yan Qinqin looked disappointed. “Then take care on the road. When are you free? Maybe tomorrow? Your uncle can make something special.”

“Maybe next time, Aunt. We’ve got a lot on our plate recently,” Shen Xian replied politely before finally managing to leave with Lin Qinghan.

Outside, Lin Qinghan asked with a frown, “What’s up with your aunt?”

“What else? Now that I’m useful, she wants to get close. It’s exhausting. Family or not, it feels like doing business. Anyway, forget about them. Let’s go get Tiantian and head home. Tomorrow, we’ll celebrate Mid-Autumn with Mom.”

“Haven’t you already had dinner at your mom’s place today?” Lin Qinghan teased gently, patting Shen Xian.

“Sure, but as long as we’re all together, every day is Mid-Autumn Festival,” Shen Xian smiled.

On the way home, they stopped by the supermarket and bought a bunch of fruits, fish, and shrimp. When Tiantian saw them come in with so many bags, she immediately ran over.

“Mama! Mommy! What did you bring?”

Shen Xian squatted down, opening a bag with a grin. “Take a look, Little President Shen—we got fish, shrimp, and your favorite fruits.”

“Yay! Tiantian loves it!” she squealed, hugging both of them in turn to show her gratitude.

When Fang Jinglan wanted to get up and start dinner, Shen Xian and Lin Qinghan quickly stopped her, urging her and Shen Wenkang to stay in the living room and play with Tiantian while they took over the kitchen.

“Xian, don’t cook too much. The actual festival is tomorrow.”

“It’s fine, Mom. In our house, every day is the 15th,” Shen Xian laughed as she cleaned the fish.

Fang Jinglan chuckled in the living room, amused by her daughter’s words. It was true—peaceful days with the whole family together made every day feel like a festival.

Shen Xian deboned and skinned the fish, preparing to make a fish ball soup. Since Tiantian was still young and eating whole fish could be risky, making fish balls was a safe and tasty solution.

Meanwhile, Lin Qinghan whipped up a few simple home-style dishes. Shen Xian seasoned the soup lightly, letting the natural sweetness of the fresh fish shine through.

After serving everyone, Shen Xian brought a bowl to Tiantian. “Is it good?”

“It’s yummy! Tiantian loves fish balls!”

“I’ll make them for you more often then,” Shen Xian smiled.

After dinner, the three of them stayed at Fang Jinglan’s for a while before heading home. Tiantian was soon absorbed in her cartoons, while Shen Xian and Lin Qinghan sat nearby chatting casually. But Shen Xian noticed Lin Qinghan seemed a bit down, and as she remembered that tomorrow was Mid-Autumn Festival, she understood why.

Later, after putting Tiantian to bed, Lin Qinghan wandered back out, fiddling with her phone absentmindedly.

Shen Xian moved closer and gently asked, “Missing your family? Do you want to call them or visit?”

Lin Qinghan had been fine until Shen Xian hit the sore spot. Her eyes turned slightly red as she leaned against Shen Xian’s shoulder. “They probably don’t want to see me anymore. Maybe they’d rather get the money I send than see my face.”

Shen Xian wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “You can still send some money if it’ll make you feel better. But you still have me, Tiantian, and Mom and Dad—we’re your family too.”

Lin Qinghan sat up and looked at Shen Xian for a long moment before saying quietly, “Shen Xian, we’re divorced. Technically, we’re not a family anymore.”

“But we’re always together. There’s you, me, and Tiantian. Isn’t that a family?”

Lin Qinghan sighed. Shen Xian still hadn’t understood what she meant. She leaned in and kissed Shen Xian lightly on the lips before pulling back.

That brief kiss left Shen Xian stunned. Had… Qinghan just kissed her?

Seeing her dazed face, Lin Qinghan was both amused and frustrated. “We can live like friends now, sure. But what about later? What if you find a new girlfriend? Or I find someone else—can I still kiss you like that? Can we still live together?”

Shen Xian’s head buzzed. She hadn’t thought about that at all. She already had Qinghan and Tiantian—why would she need anyone else? Or… did Qinghan like someone else?

“Qinghan… you don’t want me and Tiantian anymore?” Shen Xian finally blurted out.

Lin Qinghan smacked her lightly on the shoulder. “Don’t you dare turn this on me.”

Seeing that Shen Xian was still confused, she wrapped her arms around Shen Xian’s neck and leaned in again. This time, her kiss was urgent, deeper. She was nervous herself—was this technically a forceful kiss?

But Shen Xian, now with a first experience under her belt, didn’t freeze this time. She slowly responded, and her heart felt like it was on fire.

After several minutes, Lin Qinghan pulled back, her arms still wrapped around Shen Xian’s waist. She leaned her head against her shoulder and asked softly, lips curling into a smile, “Now do you get it?”

Shen Xian had begun to realize the answer during the second kiss. She had always liked Qinghan, but the identity issues from her previous life had confused her. Back then, she thought her feelings were just friendly attachment. But now… there was no mistaking it.

She liked being close to Qinghan. Her heart had been racing during the kiss.

Still quiet, Shen Xian stared at her. Thinking she hadn’t figured it out yet, Lin Qinghan leaned in for a third kiss.

This time, Shen Xian didn’t stop her. She smiled softly, let Qinghan’s lips approach—and then took the initiative herself.

It was the first time in both her lifetimes that Shen Xian had kissed someone. She was careful, afraid of hurting Qinghan, so the kiss was tender and light, even her breathing soft. After a few minutes, she slowly pulled away.

“Qinghan,” Shen Xian said with a smile, “I actually figured it out during your second kiss.”

Lin Qinghan swatted her lightly on the waist. “Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“I wanted to see if you’d kiss me again,” Shen Xian said with a grin.

“You’re so annoying,” Lin Qinghan muttered, flustered.

Shen Xian leaned in again, arms around her. “So, Qinghan… when should we get remarried?”

Lin Qinghan nudged her with a finger. “You wish. You haven’t even chased me yet, and you want to remarry? It’s not that easy.”

Shen Xian hugged her tighter. “Okay, okay—whatever Qinghan says, I’ll do. I’ll work hard and win you back properly.”

But honestly… she’d have to figure out how to do that. She’d never chased anyone before.

Later that night, when they returned to the bedroom, Shen Xian walked around to Lin Qinghan’s side of the bed.

“Hmm? What is it?” Lin Qinghan whispered, worried about waking Tiantian.

Shen Xian propped herself on one elbow, leaned down, and gently kissed Lin Qinghan’s forehead. “Goodnight, Qinghan.”

Startled, Lin Qinghan quickly pushed her away. “Tiantian’s here! Don’t mess around.”

Shen Xian just smiled and whispered, “Okay, I won’t.”

As Shen Xian made her way to the other side of the bed, Lin Qinghan turned her back and murmured, “Goodnight.”