After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Became a Slave to My Beloved Wife - Chapter 3
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- Chapter 3 - I’m Going With You
The city hospital was crowded and noisy. Jiang Nian hurried through the halls, cradling the unconscious Qiao Wenyu in her arms. After registering at the emergency desk, she spent a hefty sum to get a top specialist to see them immediately.
Following a thorough examination, Qiao Wenyu was hooked up to an IV and rested on a hospital bed. Gradually, some color returned to her pale cheeks.
“Doctor, what happened to her?” Jiang Nian asked anxiously.
The doctor pulled off his mask, revealing a weathered face. Closing the chart, he looked at her with a serious expression. “Are you her Alpha?”
Jiang Nian hesitated, but after a brief pause, she nodded. “Yes.”
At her answer, the doctor frowned. His voice held a trace of reprimand. “As her partner, you didn’t know she has pheromone deficiency syndrome? You’ve already marked her, and your pheromones are highly compatible. She needs regular exposure to your pheromones and even direct pheromone injections into her gland. Do you know that? Are you even capable of doing it?”
The information hit her all at once. Jiang Nian was still trying to make sense of it. The doctor’s words left her confused and overwhelmed.
“You young people,” the old doctor sighed, shaking his head. “So irresponsible.” He handed her the medical chart. “Medication won’t do much for her condition now—at best, it can ease the symptoms. If you want to fully cure it, she needs long-term exposure to your pheromones. If she’s without them for too long, her health will only get worse.”
Only now did Jiang Nian grasp how serious this was. According to the doctor, she needed to be with Qiao Wenyu all the time, releasing her pheromones regularly.
Thinking back, she realized she had sprayed pheromone suppressant earlier to cover up the scent left by that Omega last night. In doing so, she had also hidden her own pheromones—unknowingly harming Qiao Wenyu. The guilt crept up on her.
The doctor gave a few more instructions, which Jiang Nian carefully memorized.
She stayed by Qiao Wenyu’s side, quietly watching her sleep. She adjusted the IV drip and gently tucked the blanket around her.
When the fluid finally ran out, Qiao Wenyu stirred. Her long lashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Jiang Nian, who had just been checking the IV, turned her head—and met those beautiful eyes. She quickly sat upright in the chair beside the bed, placing both hands neatly on her knees, sitting upright like a schoolkid.
“You’re awake. Are you still feeling unwell?”
“You…” Qiao Wenyu sat up slowly, but then something seemed to come to mind. “I have to get back to the studio.”
She tossed the blanket aside and tried to get out of bed, still shaky on her feet.
Seeing how weak she was, Jiang Nian quickly reached out and caught her hand. “Miss Qiao, I already called in and told them you won’t be coming today. Please, rest.”
“No, I can’t. My debut is next Monday,” Qiao Wenyu insisted. “I have to train.”
Jiang Nian suddenly stood, blocking her way and trapping her between her arms.
When Jiang Nian wasn’t smiling, her gaze could be especially intense. Combined with the pressure from her pheromones, Qiao Wenyu couldn’t move at all.
“Rest here,” Jiang Nian said firmly. “If you don’t, I’ll follow you everywhere.”
Her voice lowered a notch. “You can’t ignore your own health. The doctor already told me everything. Are you still going to keep hiding it?”
“We’re not that close. I don’t want to trouble you,” Qiao Wenyu said, her eyes darting everywhere but at Jiang Nian’s face. “I need to go back.”
“Then I’m coming with you.”
“President Jiang, I’ll take my medicine. You don’t have to follow me.”
Jiang Nian was usually easygoing, but something about Qiao Wenyu’s stubbornness made her lose her patience. She gripped Qiao Wenyu’s warm hand tightly. “I am your medicine. You’re taking me with you.”
Their tug-of-war ended with Jiang Nian shamelessly tagging along back to the studio.
By that time, most trainees had finished their day. The training room was quiet, with only a few hardworking ones staying late for extra practice.
One of them was Qiao Wenyu’s Beta dance partner. She had been training since morning and hadn’t left yet—partly because she wanted to rehearse with Qiao Wenyu, and partly because she was simply more dedicated than most.
When Qiao Wenyu entered, she immediately apologized. “Yunyao, I’m so sorry I came back so late.”
Tong Yunyao wiped the sweat from her forehead and greeted her with a bright, sunny smile. “You’re back, big sis? The agent said you weren’t feeling well—I was really worried.”
As she spoke, she leaned in and affectionately touched her forehead to Qiao Wenyu’s.
Jiang Nian, still standing by the door, had seen enough.
She deliberately cleared her throat to draw attention to herself.
“That’s the one from this morning, right? The one who came looking for you?” Tong Yunyao asked sweetly, arms wrapped tightly around Qiao Wenyu’s neck. “Is she a friend of yours, Yujie?”
Listening to this high school-looking girl call Qiao Wenyu “big sis” over and over made Jiang Nian’s eye twitch.
No way am I leaving Qiao Wenyu in the hands of this childish Beta who doesn’t even have pheromones, she thought.
So, Jiang Nian decided to make her status crystal clear.
“I’m her wife,” she said, smiling politely—but with undeniable authority.
Qiao Wenyu was caught off guard by that response. For a moment, she didn’t know how to explain.
Tong Yunyao, however, looked surprised. “You two… got married?”
“…Yes,” Qiao Wenyu answered slowly.
Tong Yunyao immediately hugged her. “Congratulations, big sis!” she beamed, then shot a quick glance at Jiang Nian—a glance laced with obvious disdain and challenge.
Jiang Nian could instantly read the hostility behind that look, and it seriously rubbed her the wrong way. She’s just a Beta. Where does she get the nerve to look at Qiao Wenyu like that?
“Wenyu, you’re still not feeling well. Do you want me to give you some more pheromones?” Jiang Nian said gently, her tone calm and warm as she watched Tong Yunyao’s expression from the corner of her eye. “If you’re really uncomfortable, I can take you to the lounge to rest.”
That gentle “Wenyu” carried a natural softness, and as expected, Qiao Wenyu’s ears flushed pink—her pale skin always gave her away when she felt shy.
“I’m fine. We have training. You should head back,” Qiao Wenyu said firmly.
“But I—”
“We’re closing the door. Please leave.” Qiao Wenyu cut her off and shut the door in Jiang Nian’s face.
Even so, Jiang Nian wasn’t angry. She leaned against the door for a moment, thinking it over, then decided she would just wait for Qiao Wenyu to finish practice and take her home afterward.
Thinking of that, she couldn’t help but smile to herself.
“Wow, I’m so thoughtful.”
Still, that Tong Yunyao… she made a mental note—definitely not a simple character.
Jiang Nian wandered aimlessly through the studio halls and eventually heard the strum of a guitar. Following the sound, she came across two girls practicing together.
Meanwhile, Qiao Wenyu’s body was nearing its limit after a full rehearsal. She knew her pheromone deficiency always flared up worse when she was physically drained.
“Big sis, are you okay?” Tong Yunyao asked, rushing over to support her when she saw her sway.
A faint scent brushed past Qiao Wenyu’s nose, making her dizzy. She couldn’t tell where it came from and didn’t think much of it—just assumed it was due to exhaustion.
“I’m alright,” she replied.
“I’ll take you home.” Tong Yunyao wrapped her arm around Qiao Wenyu’s slim waist and helped her toward the exit.
But just as they reached the hallway, they were blocked by none other than Jiang Nian—leaning against a column with a guitar in her arms, completely absorbed in her music.
She played an old love song that had once swept across the nation, a classic tune with a notoriously difficult score. Yet under Jiang Nian’s fingers, even the singer’s subtle vibratos and key changes were perfectly brought to life on the strings.
Anyone passing by couldn’t help but stop and listen. The crisp, confident rhythm and flowing melody held an irresistible charm.
The two girls sitting near Jiang Nian blushed with excitement, their eyes wide with admiration and sparkling like stars.
People used to say: A great guitarist only needs to look into your eyes and play a love song to make you fall in love.
Qiao Wenyu froze in place. One hand pressed to her chest, as if trying to calm her racing heart.
After all, no one could resist hearing their favorite song—especially when it was played this beautifully.
Jiang Nian ended with a flourish, eyes slowly opening—meeting Qiao Wenyu’s gaze directly.
Before she could say anything, the girls beside her rushed forward, begging for another song.
“You all practice hard—you’ll play better than I do someday.” Jiang Nian smiled and handed the guitar back to one of them. Then she walked straight up to Qiao Wenyu. “Let’s go.”
“I can go back on my own…” Qiao Wenyu started, feeling awkward as Jiang Nian held her hand in front of everyone.
But Jiang Nian didn’t care. She simply took her hand and led her out.
“Big sis, can I get your contact info?” the girl who lent her the guitar called out, face bright red.
Jiang Nian stepped behind Qiao Wenyu, subtly shielding her. “Sorry, I’m really busy. I don’t have time to teach you,” she said gently, but firmly.
Under the girl’s disappointed gaze, Jiang Nian escorted Qiao Wenyu out of the studio.
As they approached the parking lot, Qiao Wenyu suddenly stopped walking. Her voice floated out like drifting cotton, light and airy:
“President Jiang, you don’t have to worry about me. You could’ve given her your number—it’s fine.”
Jiang Nian looked over, eyes soft. “I know what people say about me. But I’m not like the rumors. Even if this marriage is in name only, as long as we’re bound by it—I’d never do anything to betray you.”
“You just… called me what?” Qiao Wenyu looked surprised.
Oops. Jiang Nian realized she’d let something slip. “You don’t have to call me President Jiang, and I don’t want to keep calling you Miss Qiao. How about this? I’ll call you ‘Jie’—big sister—and you call me ‘Xiao Nian,’ okay?”
“That doesn’t seem appropriate, President Jiang…” Qiao Wenyu said, unsure. After all, their social status was worlds apart.
At that, Jiang Nian immediately looked aggrieved. “Even that Beta girl Tong Yunyao gets to call you Jie—why can’t I?”
Qiao Wenyu looked past Jiang Nian’s surface and, for a second, seemed to glimpse the soul inside—like a puppy trying its best to be accepted. It was oddly endearing.
She couldn’t help but smile faintly. “Alright. I’ll go with whatever you want.”
The moonlight glowed softly over Qiao Wenyu’s pale face. Jiang Nian’s heart rippled like water. She had no defense against someone like Qiao Wenyu—not even because of the novel. She just genuinely wanted to protect her.
But as she stood there, silently making a vow in her heart, Qiao Wenyu’s face turned ghostly pale again.
Turns out, her white complexion wasn’t from the moonlight—it was another flare-up.
“Xiao Nian… I want to sit down. I’m feeling dizzy,” Qiao Wenyu said, clutching her chest, her voice barely audible.
Jiang Nian’s heart ached. She quickly opened the car door and half-lifted, half-carried Qiao Wenyu into the back seat.
Qiao Wenyu leaned against the seat with her eyes closed, murmuring a weak thanks.
Without hesitation, Jiang Nian climbed in after her and closed the door.
The moment the door shut, Jiang Nian’s red wine-scented pheromones spread through the enclosed space. The scent wasn’t aggressive or overwhelming—just gentle, calming, and comforting.
“I’ll be fine after some medicine. You don’t have to use your pheromones like this,” Qiao Wenyu whispered. She knew too well that for an Alpha, releasing large amounts of pheromones outside of a rut could be physically taxing.
But Jiang Nian just smiled. “Jie, if I don’t do this, the only other way is to bite your gland and inject the pheromones directly.”
She paused. “You don’t like that, right?”
Flushed from absorbing the pheromones, Qiao Wenyu’s cheeks turned crimson. She tried to suppress the rising heat in her body and shook her head. “Xiao Nian, it’s okay. You don’t have to go through so much trouble.”
“I’ve got all the time in the world to help you,” Jiang Nian said softly.
Then a bold idea crossed her mind. She hesitated for a moment, but couldn’t hold it in.
“Why don’t you move in with me?”