Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 73

After ending the call, Shen Xian immediately summoned the system in her mind. Since there weren’t any security cameras installed in the office, the footage they would be handing over to the police would seem far too conspicuous. She figured it would be best to have the system install a hidden camera in the office, preferably one that matched the exact angle of the video they already had, so it wouldn’t raise suspicions later.

“System, can you install a camera in the office from just now? Make sure it matches the location of the footage you sent me. Otherwise, it’ll be hard to explain. I can’t send anyone over to install it now either—if the police pull the hallway footage from today, it’ll blow the whole thing.”

The system was quiet for a while, seemingly considering.

Shen Xian continued in her mind, “Don’t worry, you won’t be working for free. I’ll pay you. That should be fine, right?”

Only then did the system respond. “Fine. Installation plus the cost of the camera—20,000 yuan.”

Shen Xian chuckled to herself. “Deal. I’ll transfer it right now.” She took out her phone and sent the payment to the system. For something that stayed idle most of the time, at least it was proving useful today.

Meanwhile, Kang Hai and Wang Jianhui had arrived at the police station. At first, Kang Hai refused to confess, but Wang Jianhui told the officers everything he knew. Still, it wasn’t enough to completely clear them of suspicion, so they were temporarily detained.

The police took statements from the two reporters, Xiao Yue and Shang Yunbo, and prepared to continue the interrogation the next day.

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Back at home, after coaxing the child to sleep, Lin Qinghan came out and found that Shen Xian was no longer in the living room. So she headed back to the bedroom—only to open the door and see Shen Xian lounging against the bed in a silk camisole, long legs exposed, a generous stretch of bare skin showing at the chest. The air conditioner was on, but Shen Xian didn’t seem cold, nor had she bothered to pull the blanket over herself. Her soft black hair spilled over the headboard, contrasting with her cool, striking features in a way that was undeniably alluring.

Her slender fingers were tapping away at her phone screen, typing something intently.

Looking at her like this, Lin Qinghan suddenly felt the room’s temperature was a bit too warm. She couldn’t help feeling flustered.

Noticing Lin Qinghan’s burning gaze, Shen Xian looked up with a small, teasing smile. “Well? Qinghan, are you satisfied with my performance today?”

Lin Qinghan pursed her lips, unable to stop the corners of her mouth from curving upward. She glanced at Shen Xian and retorted, “Not satisfied. This is barely the beginning. Do I seem like someone who’s easy to please?”

Shen Xian’s eyes softened as she looked at her, slowly sliding one of her camisole straps down, revealing more of her fair skin. Her voice was warm and playful. “How about now? Is Mrs. Shen satisfied this time?”

Lin Qinghan’s ears flushed red. If she kept pushing her luck, this woman would probably take it all off! Still, she couldn’t understand—how did Shen Xian always manage to talk about these things so shamelessly?

“Alright, fine, satisfied. Stop now,” Lin Qinghan said quickly, trying to put a stop to it. She added, “Stay right there. I’m going to shower first.” And with that, she hurried into the bathroom.

Shen Xian chuckled softly. Even though they’d done it so many times already, Lin Qinghan still got this shy every time they talked about it.

A while later, Lin Qinghan returned after drying her hair, expecting Shen Xian to be under the covers by now. But her pose hadn’t changed at all. Even the strap was still casually hanging off one shoulder, making it hard for Lin Qinghan to keep her eyes from wandering.

She cleared her throat and reached over to pull the blanket up over Shen Xian. “Put your clothes on properly. I don’t need your ‘performance’ anymore. If there’s any performance to be done later, I’ll take care of it.”

Shen Xian laughed lightly and pulled the blanket back down. “No way. I already promised Mrs. Shen—I need to follow through. It’s also good to set an example for Tiantian: keep your promises.”

Lin Qinghan gave her a light swat. “You and your twisted logic. I’ll be happy if you don’t corrupt her, and you still want to set an example?”

She blushed at the memory of Tiantian walking in on her sitting on Shen Xian’s lap. Hopefully the child had already forgotten about it.

Shen Xian wasn’t offended. She scooted over with a smile and leaned back, watching Lin Qinghan.

The moment Lin Qinghan’s eyes dropped, she caught sight of Shen Xian’s exposed chest and flushed deeper. She quickly looked away, reached out, and pulled the strap back up onto her shoulder.

“Put your clothes on properly. Be good,” she murmured.

Shen Xian caught Lin Qinghan’s fingers in hers and chuckled. “You’ve seen it all before. Why are you still so shy? Don’t like it?”

“That’s not it. You’re so annoying. Go back to your side and sleep, Shen Xian.”

Lin Qinghan gave her shoulder a little push—soft and gentle, but Shen Xian took the opportunity to fall back dramatically onto the bed, eyes fixed on her.

Kneeling by the bed, Lin Qinghan reached to pull Shen Xian up, but was suddenly tugged down herself, landing in Shen Xian’s arms.

Shen Xian smiled, her voice soft and coaxing. “I’ve done all this to please you, Mrs. Shen, and you’re still not satisfied?”

Trying to push herself up, Lin Qinghan was held even tighter.

Seeing no way out, she stayed in Shen Xian’s arms and said shyly, “Let me up for now. We can talk about the rest later, okay?”

Shen Xian only tightened her hold. “No. I missed you.”

The sweet orange scent of Shen Xian’s pheromones subtly stirred Lin Qinghan’s osmanthus well tea blend. Her body grew softer. Reluctantly, she compromised. “Then… turn off the lights.”

Seeing her flustered, Shen Xian obliged and switched off the main light, leaving only the bedside lamp glowing warmly.

The soft orange light made the whole room feel even more intimate. “Okay, I did what you asked.”

Lin Qinghan glared at her, though her eyes were more playful than angry. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

Shen Xian leaned in and kissed her lips gently. “No, I’m just trying to be on my best behavior.”

Their pheromones began to blend in the air. Shen Xian slid a hand around Lin Qinghan’s waist and gently laid her down beneath her, kissing her deeply. The kisses were slow, tender, but steadily growing more intense, their breathing gradually quickening.

Shen Xian finally pulled back a little to let her catch her breath. Lin Qinghan’s eyes shimmered with moisture, the corners reddened from their kisses.

Shen Xian’s throat bobbed slightly. She coaxed gently, “Qinghan, is it okay now?” She guided Lin Qinghan’s warm hand to her strap.

Flushed with embarrassment, Lin Qinghan tugged her closer by the neck and kissed her back instead.

Shen Xian didn’t resist—just smiled and let her do as she pleased, letting the woman in her arms fuss all she wanted.

When Lin Qinghan finally let go, she caught sight of the marks on Shen Xian’s neck—several small, distinct love bites—and muttered, “You’re so bad… always bullying me.”

Her eyes flickered slightly. Still blushing, she reached out and pulled down Shen Xian’s other strap.

Shen Xian raised an eyebrow. “There’s still one more.”

Lin Qinghan gritted her teeth and glared at her. “I don’t need you to remind me!” Then, flushing all over again, she pulled down the other strap.

Shen Xian kissed her again, this time with more affection. “Qinghan is such a good girl.”

“Am not. What kind of Alpha lets the Omega take the lead like this—taking off their clothes and all?” Lin Qinghan muttered, thoroughly embarrassed.

Shen Xian nuzzled her ear affectionately. “Well, I’m not like other Alphas. I’m your Alpha. Your one and only. And I think you kind of like me this way.”

Lin Qinghan gave her a little push. “Shut up…”

Before she could say anything more, Shen Xian sealed her lips with another kiss. As they kissed, she began unbuttoning Lin Qinghan’s pajamas. The sweet orange pheromones wrapped around the scent of osmanthus and well tea like a gentle tide.

Lin Qinghan’s fingers unconsciously traced the curve of Shen Xian’s back. The air grew warmer, their bodies entangled…

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The next morning, Shen Xian looked at the peacefully sleeping Lin Qinghan in her arms and didn’t want to get up. Thankfully, Qinghan hadn’t gained any weight recently—probably burned it all off with other “exercises.”

Shen Xian gently stroked her ear and kissed her forehead. What now? I just want to sweat a little more…

But she didn’t act on the impulse. They’d stayed up late the night before, and Lin Qinghan had work in the morning. Shen Xian didn’t want to disturb her, so she simply snuggled her tighter and drifted off again.

The next time she woke up, it was to the sound of her phone alarm.

She gently kissed Lin Qinghan’s cheek. “Good morning, Qinghan.”

“Morning,” Lin Qinghan replied, shooting her a glare. Her voice was still a bit hoarse.

Shen Xian grinned and whispered by her ear, “I’ll go make breakfast. You take your time getting up.”

Lin Qinghan gave a dry hum in reply. How is it that I’m the one this tired? All because of that woman!

By the time she finished washing up, Shen Xian had already set the table and was carrying their daughter off to wash up as well.

Still groggy, Lin Qinghan waited at the dining table for the two of them. When Shen Xian returned with the child and set her down, Lin Qinghan noticed the love bites on her neck—still fresh and very visible against her fair skin.

Lin Qinghan’s hand froze midair with the spoon. I need to cover those up, fast.

But their sharp-eyed daughter had already noticed.

“Mommy, what happened to your neck?” she asked, concerned.

Lin Qinghan’s ears turned red on the spot.

Shen Xian laughed and explained, “Mommy was bitten by someone very cute. Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

The little one blinked in confusion but obediently nodded without pressing further.

After breakfast, Lin Qinghan quickly dragged Shen Xian into the bathroom and helped her cover the marks.

“Why didn’t you cover these yourself?” she asked.

Shen Xian smiled as she pulled her into a hug. “Why should I? Aren’t they proof that Mrs. Shen loves me?”

Her words earned her a long silent treatment from Lin Qinghan.