After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Became a Slave to My Beloved Wife (GL) - Chapter 27

“Let go.” Jiang Nian pushed away the woman who had thrown herself into her arms. Her heart and mind were entirely on Qiao Wenyu. “Doctor, how is she? Is there anything else wrong with her body?”

The elderly doctor removed his stethoscope and began writing on a medical form. “Once the fever goes down, she’ll be fine. But Miss Qiao’s pheromone deficiency is still quite severe. She needs to be marked by an alpha as soon as possible. If you’re her—”

“I’m not. I… I can’t.” Jiang Nian cut him off, voice strained. “She can only receive conservative treatment.”

If she could, she would mark Qiao Wenyu in a heartbeat—make her hers, protect her with everything she had, and never let anyone hurt her again.

But reality was cruel. Jiang Nian had always been the one who loved more—loved alone. She knew Qiao Wenyu treated her well, and even this vague, undefined closeness was enough to satisfy her for a long time.

After all, what right did a little puppy have to ask for more?

Before the doctor could say anything else, the door burst open and Jiang Xianxian rushed in, heading straight for Qiao Wenyu’s bedside. She put on a concerned face and cooed, “Oh no, Miss Qiao, I’m really, really sorry! I’m always strict with work—didn’t mean to target you, truly. Please don’t be mad at me. My sister already called to scold me! I’m so, so sorry~”

Lying in bed, Qiao Wenyu had been quietly observing Jiang Xianxian since she entered.

She hadn’t gotten to know most of the cast well during filming and didn’t have a strong impression of Jiang Xianxian. Maybe it was the difference in makeup and costumes—on set, everyone looked different from how they did in daily life.

Now, seeing Jiang Xianxian up close in casual clothes and a bare face, something about her started to feel familiar to Qiao Wenyu.

It was as if she had seen this face a long, long time ago.

“It’s alright,” Qiao Wenyu said weakly, putting on a calm, gentle front. But inside, she was already trying to trace the face back to a forgotten memory.

That familiar feeling… If she couldn’t place it, it could only mean they’d met many years ago.

“Qiao-jiejie,” Jiang Xianxian said with a sweet smile, dimples showing. “Since you’re not feeling well, just rest up, okay?”

Her innocent look and childlike voice made her seem harmless—almost too harmless.

“…Mm.”

Jiang Xianxian then skipped over to Jiang Nian. “Jiang-jiejie, what’s your relationship with Qiao-jiejie?”

A sharp question—one that instantly froze the air in the hospital room.

Qiao Wenyu looked down, deep in thought, not reacting to the question.

Jiang Nian glanced at her, saw her distant expression, and assumed she didn’t want to answer something so delicate.

“What kind of relationship we have doesn’t matter,” Jiang Nian replied, eyes closed as if shutting out the world.

Jiang Xianxian looked quite pleased with that answer. Her eyes shone with open admiration for Jiang Nian. “Then… since Qiao-jiejie needs rest, can I invite you out for a meal, Jiang-jiejie?”

“I’m not leaving Xiao Yu alone. That’s impossible.” Jiang Nian didn’t even glance at her. In truth, she was resisting the urge to call Jiang Fenyun and demand she come get her clingy little sister immediately.

Surprisingly, Jiang Xianxian didn’t push any further. “Fair enough. Qiao-jiejie needs company. I won’t bother you then. I’ll be going.”

No one saw her out. Just as suddenly and casually as she’d arrived, she turned and left.

Once she exited the room, she spotted an emergency stairwell, slipped inside, made sure no one was around, then pulled out her phone.

The innocence on her face vanished as she dialed Jiang Fenyun. Her voice was serious now. “Sis, I’m at the hospital. Mm, don’t worry—I’ll do exactly as you planned. Everything’s under your control.”

Back inside the hospital room, Jiang Nian sat quietly, keeping Qiao Wenyu company through the rest of the IV treatment. The manager was busy going back and forth between the hospital and the set to keep the media at bay.

Since Jiang Nian had transmigrated into this story, Qiao Wenyu had already been hospitalized more than once. She looked at her sister lying there, eyes closed, still weak, and blamed herself. All she wanted was for Qiao Wenyu to stop getting hurt—stop ending up in a hospital bed.

By dinnertime, Qiao Wenyu’s fever had finally subsided, and the IV finished. She looked more alert. Jiang Nian had someone deliver a warm, mild meal.

“Xiao Nian, don’t you need to go back to the company?” Qiao Wenyu asked softly, reaching for a bowl of sticky rice porridge.

Jiang Nian picked it up first, scooping out a spoonful of the gently steaming porridge and holding it to her lips to test the temperature. “Jiejie, let me feed you. Your arms are bruised from the IV needle. The company isn’t that busy. That project’s already stalled, and someone’s holding up the schedule anyway. It’s no trouble for me to stay here with you.”

Qiao Wenyu paused, then accepted the spoonful.

Spoonful by spoonful, the bowl of porridge disappeared. Between bites, the two would share small smiles, their quiet interaction warm and peaceful—like time had slowed just for them.

But peace never lasted.

The door suddenly burst open.

Bai Ye entered, windblown and disheveled, eyes locked on the person lying in the hospital bed. “Xiao Yu!”

“Miss Bai, you can’t disturb Miss Qiao’s rest!” the manager said, trying to block her, but was no match.

Jiang Nian’s face darkened the moment she saw Bai Ye. Her voice turned cold. “You weren’t invited, President Bai. Please leave.”

Bai Ye completely ignored her and walked straight toward Qiao Wenyu.

“Xiao Yu, are you okay?” she asked, concern etched all over her face.

Qiao Wenyu looked conflicted, caught between the two. “I’m fine.”

Bai Ye pulled out a sealed vial from her coat—a full tube of alpha gland fluid. “Is your pheromone deficiency acting up? I had some drawn earlier. If you need alpha pheromones, you can use mine.”

Qiao Wenyu’s face changed instantly. Her voice trembled with discomfort. “Please don’t… don’t do that.”

“Does she love me more… or like you more?”

The manager standing nearby could clearly sense the tension between the three of them.

Two alphas fighting over one omega—it felt like something straight out of a drama series.

Jiang Nian had finally had enough. She released a wave of oppressive pheromones, her eyes locked on Bai Ye. “President Bai, I’m Xiao Yu’s alpha. Doing this in front of me—isn’t it a little unethical?”

Bai Ye didn’t back down. “Did Xiao Yu ever say she saw you as her partner? Stop flattering yourself.”

That crossed the line.

Jiang Nian stepped forward until they stood face to face. “Whatever is between me and Jiejie has nothing to do with you.”

Even though the manager was just a beta, she knew that arguments between alphas often involved pheromone clashes—and at this level of intensity, it could harm the recovering omega in the room.

“Please, both of you—let Miss Qiao rest. Don’t turn this into a battlefield.”

“Let’s talk outside,” Jiang Nian said coldly, pointing at Bai Ye.

Bai Ye scoffed, “Fine. Let’s go.”

Watching them leave with such hostility in their eyes, Qiao Wenyu couldn’t help but sigh, a heavy cloud of worry settling over her face.

Just one wall away, in the corridor, Jiang Nian didn’t hold back. She grabbed Bai Ye by the collar and practically growled, “What the hell are you trying to do? Last night, and now—don’t you realize how shameless you’re being?”

Bai Ye casually slapped her hand away and smoothed her wrinkled collar, speaking slowly and deliberately. “I’m just chasing the woman I love. Since when is that shameless?”

“Are you serious? She’s my wife now!” Jiang Nian snapped back like a growling guard dog, baring her fangs, ready to tear Bai Ye apart.

Bai Ye let out a mocking laugh and jabbed a finger at Jiang Nian’s shoulder. “You’re only brave when it’s just me and you. Xiao Yu doesn’t even know how you feel. You don’t dare confess. You call yourself a top alpha? You’re more hesitant than an omega—spineless.”

Jiang Nian let out a low, bitter laugh. “Even if I haven’t said it, she’s still mine. As long as I’m with her, everything you’re doing is just pathetic manipulation.”

A nurse passing by overheard their raised voices and warned them to keep quiet and not disturb the other patients.

Once she left, Bai Ye leaned in close to Jiang Nian, her voice softer but full of venomous challenge. “If Xiao Yu still has feelings for me, then your so-called relationship is nothing but a joke. Last night, during her attack, she collapsed in my arms. If I hadn’t given her my pheromones, she would’ve suffered even more. Shouldn’t you be thanking me, kid?”

“You knew why I wasn’t there last night! Don’t act so smug!” Jiang Nian shoved her away with her elbow. She didn’t want to waste another second on Bai Ye—she just wanted to go back to Xiao Yu.

But Bai Ye raised her voice, striking where it hurt most. “She called my name in her sleep last night. So, tell me—do you really think she loves you more than she loves me?”

Jiang Nian froze.

The words hit her like a slap, her whole body suddenly heavy with despair. It was as if her heart had been filled with bitter water, seeping through her lungs, her gut, even her bones—burning, aching, drowning her from the inside out.

She turned and walked back to the hospital room in a daze, lifeless.

But Bai Ye, standing there, felt no satisfaction. Not even a flicker of triumph.

Because half of what she said had been a lie. She only said it to push Jiang Nian over the edge, to break her spirit.

In truth, last night, in her feverish sleep, Qiao Wenyu had only murmured one name again and again—

Jiang Nian.

“…So what?” Bai Ye muttered to herself, exhaling a deep breath. “In the end, Xiao Yu will still be mine.”

She turned and walked toward the hospital exit.

Back in the hospital room, Jiang Nian couldn’t stop hearing Bai Ye’s last words echoing in her mind. Her chest was tight as she sat down beside the bed and met Qiao Wenyu’s eyes—her heart brimming with sorrow.

“Xiao Nian, don’t let this affect your relationship. We still have a project to work on. Don’t let things fall apart over personal matters,” Qiao Wenyu said softly, trying to ease the tension.

But the words barely reached Jiang Nian’s ears. Everything around her felt muted, blurred. All she could hear, over and over, was:

“She called my name in her sleep.”

“…Xiao Nian? What’s wrong?” Qiao Wenyu finally noticed something was off.

The manager, still nearby, also looked concerned. “President Jiang? Are you feeling unwell?”

No…

Jiang Nian’s heart was unraveling. The thought that Qiao Wenyu didn’t love her—could never love her—was enough to drive her mad.

She couldn’t stay calm. And she couldn’t lose control in front of the person she cared about most—not while she was still recovering.

So, she grabbed her coat, walked to the door, and without looking back, said quietly:

“Jiejie, I’m going now.”