Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 62

The next morning, Shen Xian woke to find both Lin Qinghan and their little one still sound asleep beside her. She shifted slightly to look at the two of them, her gaze gentle and warm. Thinking about how Qinghan had said she needed to be pursued, Shen Xian’s lips curved into a soft smile.

But there was still one thing she hadn’t told Qinghan—something she’d been keeping from her all along. Shen Xian wasn’t originally from this world. If she confessed this to Qinghan, how would she react? Would she be frightened?

Letting out a light sigh, Shen Xian quietly got up to go for her morning run.

The slight rustling seemed to stir Lin Qinghan, who blinked open her eyes in a sleepy daze. Rubbing them, she murmured softly, “Shen Xian, going for a run?”

Shen Xian saw that she was awake and smiled as she walked over to her side of the bed. “Mm, I’ve gotten used to sweating a little in the morning. Want to come with me?”

Lin Qinghan tugged the covers up to wrap herself tighter and shook her head, her voice still husky with sleep. “No, I’m not fully awake yet.”

Leaning down, Shen Xian pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Alright, then you and Tiantian sleep a little longer. I’ll be back soon to make breakfast.”

Lin Qinghan nodded lightly from under the covers, her heart feeling like it had sunk gently into the clouds.

On her way back from jogging, Shen Xian made a stop at the morning market. This was the prime season for crabs, plump and fresh—perfect for making a seafood porridge for Qinghan and their little one.

When she returned home, both mother and child were still asleep. She quietly closed the bedroom door and made her way into the kitchen, where she started cooking plain congee before beginning to prepare the crabs. As delicious as they were, crabs were notoriously troublesome to clean. Shen Xian grabbed a new toothbrush to scrub their shells and legs, then removed the gills with a knife and cut each crab in half.

Once the congee started bubbling, she added the cleaned crabs, along with thin slices of ginger to counter the coldness of the seafood. A bit of salt and pepper went in for flavor. Soon, the savory aroma of rice and crab filled the air.

Little Tiantian had an uncanny radar for good food. Still half-asleep, her eyes opened before her body was ready. She rolled around in the blanket like a little caterpillar before climbing out of bed with her messy bedhead and toddling toward the kitchen on her short legs.

Seeing her sleepy daughter with a head full of tousled hair made Shen Xian laugh. She ruffled the girl’s hair and crouched down, smiling, “Up so early today, little President Shen?”

“Mommy, what’s for breakfast? It smells so yummy,” Tiantian asked, her chubby hands reaching out for a hug.

Laughing, Shen Xian picked her up and let her look into the pot from a safe distance. “You little foodie—it’s crab congee. Still needs to simmer a bit. Let’s get you washed up first, okay?”

“Okay,” the little one said, hugging Shen Xian’s neck and wobbling her head.

By the time Shen Xian had finished brushing Tiantian’s hair, Lin Qinghan had emerged from the bedroom.

“Tiantian’s up early today,” she commented.

“You know her—good food works better than an alarm clock,” Shen Xian teased, glancing at the little one in her arms.

Tiantian bashfully rubbed her face against Shen Xian’s shoulder, muttering, “That’s not true…”

“Alright, alright, Mommy was wrong,” Shen Xian said with a chuckle, setting Tiantian down on her booster seat and dishing up three bowls of porridge. Then she started picking out the crab meat for Tiantian, whose baby teeth couldn’t handle the hard shells.

As Lin Qinghan worked on picking meat from her own crab, she asked, “Shen Xian, is Dad coming to dinner tonight?”

Shen Xian paused for a moment, then replied, “Yes, of course. It’s a family gathering—we should all be together.”

The question had been prompted by concerns over Shen Wenkang’s health. The stroke he’d suffered had taken a toll. He often choked on food and coughed uncontrollably during meals. At family gatherings, aside from Fang Jinglan, no one really wanted to sit near him. It wasn’t out of malice—no one enjoyed being coughed on.

Fang Jinglan was a proud woman and disliked showing weakness in front of her sisters. Her insistence on shielding her husband from pity was also a way of protecting his dignity. Over time, she stopped bringing him to these gatherings.

Shen Xian made a mental note—she had to make money quickly. The original host owed too much to her parents, and the most urgent task was to use the system to help Shen Wenkang recover.

These family gatherings had always been organized by Fang Jinglan. Her eldest sister, who lived out of province, was the oldest among the siblings and made a point of bringing the family together each year—not for any grand reason, just so their aging father could feel the warmth of home. This year, Shen Xian had arranged the hotel herself, not wanting to let Fang Jinglan overexert herself again.

“Shen Xian, I want to send my mom some money later,” Lin Qinghan said after a long pause. “They may not have treated me well, but I still… can’t let go. Sending money is better than seeing me, I guess. It’ll make them happy.”

Shen Xian nodded. “Of course, that’s only right. I can’t speak for others, but Tiantian and I will always be your family.”

Tiantian, cheeks puffed out from eating, nodded solemnly along while touching her little hair tuft.

After breakfast, Lin Qinghan transferred 1,000 yuan to her parents and sent a simple text telling them to buy something nice for the holiday. She no longer cared whether the money would end up in Lin Zhixin’s hands.

Meanwhile, Jiang Fang and Lin Hongli hadn’t seen Lin Zhixin in months. In the past, even when he ran off with money, he would eventually come home when he needed more. But now he was completely off the grid, not answering calls either. Jiang Fang was growing anxious—what if their son had gotten into trouble because of the 30,000 yuan debt?

Seeing Lin Qinghan’s message and the 1,000 yuan transfer, Jiang Fang grumbled to her husband, “So that ungrateful girl still knows how to send money home? When she dragged me and Zhixin to the police station, didn’t she remember we were family? Refused to lend him money—who knows how he’s doing now!”

“He’ll be fine. He’s a grown man,” Lin Hongli muttered. “But honestly, we were too soft during the wedding. Only asked for 100,000 yuan for bride price. That’s all gone fixing the house.”

Indeed, their house used to be in poor condition, and the 100,000 yuan had helped them build a proper brick home. At the time, it was a generous sum by village standards. Now Lin Hongli was starting to regret it—easy money without lifting a finger.

As for the son they missed so much, Lin Zhixin was currently working “special services” at a shady bar run by Wang Qi. He was no longer the arrogant young man he once was—thin, haggard, and obedient like a stray cat.

He hated everyone—Lin Qinghan, Shen Xian, and even his own parents for refusing to pay off his debts. His body had been abused to the point of collapse. But under the contract he’d been forced to sign, he was stuck at the bar working off his debt, watched at all times by Wang Qi’s people. He had no freedom. But he swore that once he got out, everyone who had wronged him would pay dearly.

Back on Shen Xian’s side, Lin Qinghan hadn’t received any response from her parents. The silence felt like a stone sinking into the sea. Sensing her downcast mood, Shen Xian decided to take her and Tiantian out for a stroll and to shop for some new autumn clothes.

Later that day, Shen Xian picked up her family and drove them to the restaurant. Then she went to fetch Grandpa and brought along her eldest uncle and aunt as well.

As soon as they got in the car, Yan Qinqin started talking. “Nice car, Shen Xian. Spacious. How much did it cost?”

Shen Xian smiled mildly. “Over 400,000. Just a regular car.”

“Aiya, being a boss really is different. You’ve got that confidence now. By the way… are you and Qinghan still… together?” Yan Qinqin finally asked what she’d been leading up to. Her friend’s daughter was an unattached Omega in her early twenties, and she was hoping to set her up with Shen Xian.

“Yes. I’m still living with Qinghan.”

“Tsk, not that Auntie wants to nag, but you’re a boss now—why go back to your ex? I know several nice young Omegas looking for partners. Want me to introduce you?”

Shen Xian’s expression turned cold. “No need, Auntie. Save them for your son Fang Yan.”

Seeing the look on Shen Xian’s face, Yan Qinqin knew not to push further.

When they arrived at the restaurant, most of the family was already there. Grandpa was seated at the head of the table, with Fang Jinglan and eldest uncle Fang Chengqian on either side. Shen Xian and Lin Qinghan sat beside Shen Wenkang, attending to him and Tiantian.

Third Aunt Fang Jingping smiled and said, “Since Shen Xian brought us all together today, don’t you have a few words for us?”

Shen Xian raised her glass of orange juice and smiled. “It’s just a simple family dinner. I just hope that no matter when or where, we’ll always find time to gather like this.”

“Agreed! Here’s to a Mid-Autumn reunion for the whole family,” Fang Jingping replied.

Shen Xian helped her father with his food, while Lin Qinghan tended to Tiantian, who had become much more cheerful and no longer afraid of crowds.

Yan Qinqin brought a drink over to toast Grandpa. “Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Dad. Too bad Fang Yan couldn’t make it home. You’d be even happier if he were here, right?”

Grandpa nodded. He liked lively gatherings more and more as he aged.

Back at her seat, Yan Qinqin tried again. “Our son’s graduating next year, but hasn’t found a job yet. I told him—follow your cousin Shen Xian! She’s a boss now—how could she not have work?”

Shen Xian stayed quiet, ladling soup into her bowl. Yan Qinqin pressed on, “Second Sister, Shen Xian and Qinghan might still be on good terms, but they’re divorced. It’s not right to drag this out. My friend’s daughter is such a sweet girl—I really think they’d be a good match.”

Everyone knew Shen Xian’s attitude toward Lin Qinghan and thought Yan Qinqin’s remarks were out of line.

Lin Qinghan’s face turned pale. She stood, ready to leave with Tiantian, but Shen Xian caught her hand and looked Yan Qinqin straight in the eye. “Auntie, I’ll handle my own affairs. Qinghan and I are remarrying soon. And I wouldn’t dare trouble you anymore—after all, you complained about a mere 800 yuan for ages, even though I was at fault.”

“As for jobs, my company doesn’t support freeloaders or promote based on connections. We value actual ability. The capable rise.”

She didn’t bother watching Yan Qinqin’s reaction. She had once given her face only for the sake of her uncle being Fang Jinglan’s brother. But now that she’d embarrassed Qinghan, Shen Xian saw no need to be polite.

Sensing the awkwardness, Lin Qinghan squeezed her hand. Shen Xian smiled at her, then turned to Zhao Xiaoyan. “Actually, Xiaoyan, you’d be a great fit for my company. Want to quit your job and join me? Your current post is stable, but a bit of a waiting game. At my place, you’d have real room to shine.”

“Sounds good, Sis. I’ll think about it and let you know.” Zhao Xiaoyan smiled.

“Great. I’ll save the spot for you.”

After dinner, Shen Xian dropped off Fang Jinglan and the others before heading home with Lin Qinghan and Tiantian.

Once Tiantian was tired out and asleep, Shen Xian brought up the matter from earlier.

“Qinghan, you know what kind of person Yan Qinqin is—kissing up and stepping down. Don’t mind her. What matters is our life. Don’t be mad, okay… Mrs. Shen?”

Lin Qinghan leaned on her shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “She wanted to introduce you to a pretty little thing. Not tempted?” she teased, poking Shen Xian’s chest.

“Not in the slightest. I’m completely indifferent to anyone else—might as well be looking at cabbage and radishes.” Shen Xian wasn’t exaggerating. In her past life, no matter how many attractive men or women came her way, she only felt irritated. Life had grown so dull it was blander than water. The only thing that gave her any drive was work.

Lin Qinghan burst out laughing and playfully tapped her shoulder. “Cut it out. And when did I become Mrs. Shen?”

Shen Xian pulled her into her arms and whispered sweetly, “Alright, then I’ll be Mrs. Lin instead.”

“Nope. I haven’t agreed yet,” Lin Qinghan replied, her lips saying one thing while the corners of her mouth curved up. She tilted her head and kissed Shen Xian softly at the corner of her lips.