Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 67

Shen Xian was in an exceptionally good mood the entire way home—especially whenever her Qinghan glanced over to glare at her, which only seemed to please her more.

After parking the car in the basement garage, Lin Qinghan waited for a while but didn’t see Shen Xian press the button to unlock the door. As expected, when she turned her head, she found Shen Xian simply sitting there with a faint smile, quietly leaning toward her without saying a word.

Lin Qinghan couldn’t help but think of what had happened that morning before work. Her cheeks quickly flushed pink. Her eyes fell to Shen Xian’s rosy lips, and her throat moved slightly. Facing someone she truly liked being so forward, how could she remain indifferent? The only reason she didn’t give in easily was sheer embarrassment.

Seeing Shen Xian like this, Lin Qinghan braced a hand on her shoulder, leaned forward slowly, and kissed her softly. It was just a quick kiss before she pulled back again. But seeing Shen Xian still smiling at her, she mumbled with ears red, “L-Let’s wait until we’re home… b-before… you know…”

Shen Xian gazed at her tenderly, eyes brimming with affection. She gently held Qinghan’s hand and asked playfully, “Know what? I don’t understand a thing if you don’t explain, Qinghan.”

Lin Qinghan pulled her hand back and shot her a glance. “Don’t understand? Then go sleep in Tiantian’s room tonight.”

Shen Xian leaned in closer, resting her face against Lin Qinghan’s shoulder and rubbing it gently. “Qinghan, how could you be so cruel? You know how clingy I am, how I can’t be without you, and now you’re kicking me out?”

Lin Qinghan tried to hold back a smile, but the corners of her lips still curled up. She gave her shoulder a slight shake to dislodge Shen Xian, feigning irritation. “What kind of Alpha acts like you? Clingy and always whining to an Omega?”

Shen Xian didn’t deny it. She merely lifted herself from Qinghan’s shoulder slightly and kissed her ear. “What’s wrong with that? Alphas are girls too—can’t we act cute with our wives? Besides, I think you actually like me this way.”

The tip of Lin Qinghan’s ear, freshly kissed, turned visibly red. She pushed Shen Xian away. “Narcissist. You already got your kiss. Now open the car door.”

Shen Xian chuckled. “Alright, alright. I’ll listen to Mrs. Shen. We’ll continue at home.”

Lin Qinghan gave her a playful swat. “You’re awful. I never said we’d ‘continue’ anything.” But no matter what she said, the smile in her eyes couldn’t be hidden.

After getting out, Shen Xian waited for Qinghan before interlacing their fingers together. Lately, she loved holding her like this, and Lin Qinghan had grown used to it too.

As soon as they entered the house and shut the door, Lin Qinghan found herself blocked by Shen Xian.

“What are you doing? Let me take off my shoes first,” Lin Qinghan said, amused.

Shen Xian braced one arm against the wall and pulled Qinghan into her arms. With the wall behind her, Qinghan had nowhere to retreat. Embarrassed, she gave Shen Xian a little push. Their daughter wasn’t home, but being pinned to the foyer wall like this still made her cheeks burn.

“Let’s… at least go to the bedroom first…” she murmured, voice trembling slightly. She didn’t finish the sentence, but she knew Shen Xian would get the hint.

Shen Xian kissed the corner of her lips gently, eyes burning as she looked at the woman in her arms. “We don’t have to go to the bedroom,” she whispered. “I can carry you there later.”

Flushed and flustered, Lin Qinghan tried to glare at her, but before she could even speak, Shen Xian captured her lips. She could only let out a few muffled sounds before she went limp under the kiss.

Worried the hard wall might hurt her, Shen Xian supported Lin Qinghan’s back with one hand and slid the other along her waist to the back, undoing her blouse’s buttons as she kissed her deeply.

Lin Qinghan’s breath came in gasps under the gentle but intense kisses. Her knees were weak from the kiss alone. Shen Xian finally pulled back slightly, lips brushing her skin as her hand reached beneath the blouse, and another string of kisses fell like rain.

It was the first time Lin Qinghan had ever kissed in such a place—just inside the foyer—and she was completely unprepared. Holding Shen Xian’s neck, she whispered, barely holding on, “Shen Xian… enough… let’s go back to the bedroom.”

Shen Xian smiled, pressing a kiss to her ear. “Okay, I’ll carry you.”

Before Lin Qinghan could refuse, her body was already swept up, and Shen Xian was striding toward the bedroom.

No sooner had Lin Qinghan laid back on the bed than Shen Xian’s kisses poured down like a tidal wave. The sweet scent of sweet oranges filled the air, wrapping around her until she had no strength left to resist.

As Shen Xian kissed her, she was met with a heady wave of osmanthus green tea pheromones. Her whole body felt surrounded by sweetness. Turning Lin Qinghan gently onto her side, Shen Xian noticed that the glands behind her neck were already swollen. Smiling, she leaned down and kissed them gently. Clearly Qinghan felt it too—but she was always too shy to admit it.

Thinking of that made Shen Xian’s kisses even more tender. By the time they were done, it was already past ten o’clock. Shen Xian looked at the woman curled up in her arms, kissed her forehead, and whispered,

“Qinghan, why don’t we shower together? You might not have the strength to wash up yourself. I’ll help you.”

Lin Qinghan reached up and pinched Shen Xian’s waist, though she couldn’t bear to use any real force. She glared at her. “With you? Like I’d have any strength left afterward! Stop pretending to be helpful and quit trying to trick me.”

Shen Xian pouted. “I’m not tricking you. I’m just worried. If you don’t want help, I guess I’ll just go by myself…”

Lin Qinghan was halfway between laughter and exasperation. She poked Shen Xian’s cheek. “You dare pout? I haven’t even scolded you yet! You—you actually did that in the foyer!”

She couldn’t even finish the sentence. Just thinking about what happened made her face flush bright red. She could only shoot a withering look at the instigator.

Shen Xian looked completely innocent. “What? You said I could kiss you once we were home.”

Lin Qinghan retaliated by biting Shen Xian’s neck, leaving a clear red mark on her fair skin. “Kiss, huh? That’s all you call it? You’re terrible.” She huffed, but still instinctively nuzzled into Shen Xian’s arms like a kitten.

Shen Xian wrapped her arms around her and whispered, “Yes, I’m the worst. All my fault. Don’t be mad, okay? I’m really sorry.”

Lin Qinghan poked Shen Xian’s cheek again. “Hmph. That’s more like it.”

Then Shen Xian chuckled, “Qinghan, do I taste good?”

Lin Qinghan blinked before realizing she’d bitten her neck earlier. But with Shen Xian, everything she said always had a double meaning.

She propped herself up, nibbled the corner of Shen Xian’s lips, then grabbed her pajamas and got up. “I’m not arguing with you. You always twist my words anyway.”

Shen Xian touched her lips where she’d been bitten—not painful, but tingling pleasantly.

Once Lin Qinghan headed to the bathroom, Shen Xian also went to the guest room to shower. By the time she came back with her hair dried, Qinghan was already lying in bed. Shen Xian slipped under the covers with a smile and scooted over.

Lin Qinghan blushed a little as Shen Xian got closer. She pushed gently at her waist. “Enough. I have work tomorrow morning.”

Shen Xian kissed the corner of her lips. “Okay, I won’t do anything. Can’t I just hold you while we sleep?”

Hearing that, Lin Qinghan lowered her hand and leaned into her arms.

The next morning, Shen Xian didn’t go for her usual run. She just stayed in bed, holding Lin Qinghan and scrolling through her phone. Lin Qinghan, exhausted from the night before, didn’t wake up until the alarm rang. She found herself still in Shen Xian’s warm embrace.

Thinking of Shen Xian made her lips curl upward. She never imagined that, at twenty-eight, she would meet someone she truly, deeply loved. It was such a magical feeling. Even without physical contact, just being by Shen Xian’s side filled her with joy.

She nuzzled against her instinctively. Shen Xian cupped her nose affectionately. “Mrs. Shen is awake? Time to get up. I’ll make breakfast.”

Lin Qinghan didn’t let her go and continued to lie on top of her. Shen Xian looked down, amused. “What’s wrong? Can’t bear to part with me?”

Still sleepy, Lin Qinghan rubbed her face against Shen Xian’s neck, then gave the hickey there a soft kiss before finally letting her get up.

While Shen Xian made breakfast, Lin Qinghan went to wash up. Only then did she realize how spoiled she’d acted just now. Her whole neck was flushed red. She wasn’t the type to be clingy—Shen Xian was definitely a bad influence.

After breakfast, Shen Xian drove her to the hospital like usual. Lin Qinghan spent the whole ride wondering what to do if Shen Xian tried something again.

So this time, as soon as the car stopped, she leaned over, gave Shen Xian a kiss, pressed the door open, and got out before Shen Xian could even react.

Left sitting alone, Shen Xian touched her lips, dazed. “Great. Now I’ll be thinking about Qinghan all day.”

—

Back in their hometown, Jiang Fang and Lin Hongli received a call from their son, Lin Zhixin, saying he’d be coming home.

Jiang Fang asked over the phone, “Zhixin, what happened with that 30,000 yuan?”

“I’ve paid it off with my part-time jobs. Don’t worry. I’ll be back tomorrow,” Lin Zhixin replied, though his expression twisted unpleasantly.

He hung up after a few more sentences.

The truth was, Lin Zhixin hadn’t paid off the debt. He was only released by Wang Qi because he’d contracted HIV from frequent sex work. Red spots had appeared all over his body, and he’d been suffering from fevers for weeks. After a test confirmed it, Wang Qi kicked him out, disgusted and afraid of losing customers.

Lin Zhixin blamed everything on Lin Qinghan and their parents for not giving him money. Now that he had this disease, he couldn’t live well—so neither should they. He had learned that Shen Xian had become a company owner, and that the family had moved out of their old rental.

Knowing Shen Xian wasn’t easy to mess with, he planned to start by “taking care of” his parents. Lin Qinghan wouldn’t be able to just sit back if her parents were in danger. If he couldn’t have a good life, then no one else should either.

With that twisted thought, Lin Zhixin began packing up in the small inn, coldly calculating. Since his perfect sister was living so well, he figured it was time to deliver her a “gift” she’d never forget.