After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Became a Slave to My Beloved Wife (GL) - Chapter 4

Thanks to Jiang Nian’s persistent efforts, Qiao Wenyu finally relented and agreed to move in with her that very night.

A few days later, Jiang Nian arranged a private room for her at the Jiang residence and had all of Qiao Wenyu’s belongings delivered. From that point on, they officially began living together.

And, admittedly, Qiao Wenyu’s condition improved significantly. Her complexion grew rosier, and her energy was clearly better than before.

The only downside? Every time Jiang Nian tried to actively help treat her illness, Qiao Wenyu would turn her down.

So, poor President Jiang could only resort to misting the house with pheromone-infused perfume and quietly sharing the same room whenever Qiao Wenyu was home, subtly releasing her scent to help her recover—without drawing attention.

“Jiang Nian, you’re working so hard. Releasing that much pheromone will wear you out,” Qiao Wenyu would say, always noticing her little tricks. She could easily tell the difference between perfume and real pheromones.

Jiang Nian would react like a kid caught red-handed, awkward and guilty. To change the subject, she’d pout and whine, “Jie, why are you calling me by my full name again? Call me Xiao Nian.”

“You…” Qiao Wenyu would sigh, closing her script for the variety show she was rehearsing, and escape back to her room. “Xiao Nian, I’m going to rest.”

And so, this routine repeated itself every day. Jiang Nian would keep looking for opportunities to help, while Qiao Wenyu would always retreat after absorbing just enough pheromones—never more.

Since they didn’t get to spend much time at home together, Jiang Nian’s efforts were just enough to stabilize her condition—not cure it.

Jiang Nian was constantly juggling work and household responsibilities. She was so busy, it was a wonder she wasn’t collapsing from exhaustion.

Lately, her company had taken on the task of hosting a fashion show. They needed to design an entire collection in a short time, all under one theme.

If it were the original Jiang Nian, she would’ve dumped the work on her team and gone off to party. But this Jiang Nian wasn’t like that. She believed in hands-on leadership. Even if fashion design wasn’t her field, she was willing to learn and contribute.

“President Jiang, here’s your upcoming schedule,” said Lu Renbing as he handed her the latest itinerary. “If your free time feels too tight, we can cancel a few of these meetings.”

Beneath a mountain of files, Jiang Nian raised her head. Dark circles hung under her eyes. She took the sheet, skimmed it, and asked, “Which meetings are these?”

“The board meetings,” Lu Renbing replied. “Director Jiang will be attending as well. It’d be best if you were there too.”

Then he hesitated before adding, “Of course, if you’d rather not see Director Jiang, you can skip it.”

Lu Renbing knew how much Jiang Nian resented her mother, Jiang Xian. Ever since learning that her mother had arranged her marriage, Jiang Nian hadn’t returned home. She avoided her mother at all costs, and many family affairs were left for Lu Renbing to mediate.

It was an awkward position—he had to follow the board’s orders while also protecting his boss’s peace of mind.

But Jiang Nian didn’t get upset. Instead, she sighed softly, her tone tinged with resignation. “I’ll go. Attend all of them. But the performance Qiao Wenyu has planned conflicts with the schedule. You’ll have to help me send her a gift.”

“Of course. I’ll take care of it,” Lu Renbing said, relieved.

“Wait,” Jiang Nian called after him as he turned to leave. She waved a hand. “Send a bouquet of roses—and remember to spray it with my pheromone perfume.”

“Yes, President Jiang.”

After he left, Jiang Nian returned to work. But her mind drifted.

She suddenly missed her student life. Back in school, she had time for guitar club, trips, and weekend getaways. Now it was all work, deadlines, and meetings.

“Sigh…” Jiang Nian rubbed her tired eyes.

After several straight days of high-stress work, she finally got a break—and just in time. Qiao Wenyu was planning another performance soon, one she didn’t want to miss like her debut night.

Determined to be there, Jiang Nian opened the social phone she hadn’t touched in days. Her plan was to pull some strings and snag a front-row seat.

But as soon as she unlocked it, a flood of messages came pouring in.

[Slender-waisted, long-legged Alpha-chasing Omega]:
“Are you there, sweetheart? Your big sis misses you. Let’s go out again.”

[Sweet-eyed, innocent Omega]:
“President Jiang, we haven’t talked in months. I’d love to see you again.”

[Flirty little Alpha who’s all in]:
“President Jiang, want to grab a bite?”

And it went on and on—message after message, all variations of the same thing.

Jiang Nian stared at her phone, frozen in place.

Bi-attraction. Alphas and Omegas—she’d apparently had them all.

The pond was full of every kind of fish imaginable.

Did the original Jiang Nian never get tired of this?

Just looking at the messages gave her a headache. She scrolled for what felt like forever and still didn’t reach the end. Meanwhile, new notifications kept popping up.

Annoyed, she scrolled back to the top to see which little seductress was blowing up her phone the most.

[Strawberry Milk Omega]:
“President Jiang, were you upset that day?”

[Strawberry Milk Omega]:
“I’m really sorry. Will you see me, just once?”

The previous dozen messages were all similar—apologies, asking for forgiveness.

Jiang Nian remembered this, Omega. After thinking it over, she decided to meet up with her.

At 2 p.m. that afternoon, Jiang Nian picked up the strawberry-scented, well-behaved Omega in her luxury sports car.

After chatting for a while, Jiang Nian finally remembered the name of the strawberry milk-scented Omega: Xu Mian.

“President Jiang, I’m just glad you’re not upset,” Xu Mian said softly, her head lowered. “I was afraid I’d done something to make you unhappy.” Her gentle demeanor was somewhat reminiscent of Qiao Wenyu—but still, completely incomparable.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Jiang Nian expertly pulled the car into a parking spot. She removed her sunglasses with a casual flick, gripping them by the frame with two fingers. Her sharp, fox-like eyes turned toward Xu Mian, gleaming with playful confidence.

“I brought you out for something important—did you know that?”

“Yes,” Xu Mian quickly replied, eyes round and full of innocent charm. “Whatever President Jiang asks, I’ll do my best to help.”

Jiang Nian stepped out of the car and took Xu Mian up to the mall via the elevator. The digital display ticked upward quickly until they reached the top floor—home to the luxury boutiques, where only the wealthiest shopped.

Jiang Nian looked around at the sea of high-end brands. Every storefront glittered like gold, practically oozing the scent of money.

“Pick out a gift,” Jiang Nian said, her eyes darting from label to label, already overwhelmed.

Xu Mian was stunned. “President Jiang, I haven’t even done anything. How could I accept a gift?”

“Who said it’s for you?” Jiang Nian replied, straight-faced. “I’m terrible at gift shopping. I brought you to help me pick something an Omega would like.”

Saying that, she suddenly felt like a total player. Clearing her throat, she added, “Never mind, I’ll pick something myself. You just help me look.”

“…Alright,” Xu Mian answered, a bit surprised. She’d never heard of Jiang Nian personally selecting a gift for an Omega before. Who is this lucky girl that’s caught her eye?

They browsed through several stores, and Jiang Nian was floored by the sheer number of zeros on every price tag. Sure, she could afford anything now—but everything felt so cold and impersonal.

After a long internal struggle, she grit her teeth and walked into a toy store, eyes settling on a modular building set. Surrounded by colorful toys and small children, Jiang Nian—nearly 1.8 meters tall—looked completely out of place.

“President Jiang… is that for your little sister?” Xu Mian couldn’t help but ask.

“No,” Jiang Nian said, chin tilted up proudly. “It’s for my big sister. I’m going to build it with her.”

That way, she could spend more time with Qiao Wenyu—and sneak in some therapeutic pheromone release while they played.

Xu Mian’s smile froze slightly.
What kind of Omega still plays with this stuff…?

Gift secured, Jiang Nian brought Xu Mian straight to the concert venue.

“Thank you for inviting me, President Jiang,” Xu Mian said shyly.

Jiang Nian kept her gaze forward, merging with the crowd. “It’s just convenient, that’s all.”

They entered and took their seats—front row, closest to the stage. People continued trickling in, the atmosphere building with anticipation. But as the minutes ticked by, the show still hadn’t started.

Something felt off.

“I’m going to the restroom,” Jiang Nian told Xu Mian, but she was really headed backstage.

After so many days living in this novel, Jiang Nian had already figured out the original owner’s social web. It wasn’t hard to pull a few strings and get backstage access.

Wearing a staff pass, Jiang Nian entered the waiting area—and spotted Qiao Wenyu, dressed in her stage outfit, surrounded by her team and manager, including Tong Yunyao.

The atmosphere was tense. The manager’s expression was tight as she said firmly, “Absolutely not.”

Several assistants crowded around her, trying to reason.

Jiang Nian edged closer, picking up on the situation. That’s when she learned why the performance hadn’t begun.

Originally, Qiao Wenyu’s company had reserved the venue. Later, a popular diva expressed interest in the same location, and the company agreed to give it up. But when the diva canceled her concert due to scheduling conflicts, Qiao Wenyu’s team rebooked the venue.

Now, out of nowhere, the diva had changed her mind again—and wanted the space back. Conflict erupted between both camps.

Qiao Wenyu was caught in the middle. If she gave up the venue, it would disappoint fans and hurt her group’s reputation. But if she refused, the diva’s side would be impossible to appease.

“I don’t want to give up the venue,” Qiao Wenyu said, voice shaky and on the verge of tears. “But I don’t know how to deal with the diva’s team…”

Just then, Jiang Nian pushed through the staff entrance.

“Which diva? I’ll talk to her team,” she said coolly, arms crossed, her presence commanding the entire room.

Qiao Wenyu looked up, startled. “Xiao Nian? Why are you here?”

Jiang Nian walked toward her with a smile. “I heard someone calling for me.”

“…Huh?” Qiao Wenyu blinked.

“If my big sister’s in trouble,” Jiang Nian said, eyes crinkling with a grin, “I’ll always come.”