After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Became a Slave to My Beloved Wife (GL) - Chapter 7

Bang, bang, bang—

Colorful balloons tied to a plastic board burst one by one. A crowd started gathering around the shooting game booth.

Jiang Nian held the toy gun with steady hands, her back straight. She aimed through the sight with one eye closed, firing each shot without hesitation. Every pull of the trigger was fast, accurate, and deadly precise.

Qiao Wenyu sat on a small plastic stool, holding the white bunny plush she’d already won, quietly watching as Jiang Nian got more and more into the game.

At first, Jiang Nian bought just sixty rounds. Out of those, she hit fifty-three balloons—barely enough to exchange for a small prize. On her second round, she handed over 500 yuan without a second thought.

The booth owner, surprised by such generosity, gave her 888 bullets in return—an auspicious number symbolizing wealth and fortune.

But Jiang Nian wasn’t interested in superstition. She just genuinely enjoyed the game. And, more than anything, she wanted to win as many stuffed animals as possible to make Qiao Wenyu smile.

People watching began whispering among themselves, clearly impressed.

“Wow, that alpha is amazing!”

“She’s gorgeous! I think I’m in love!”

“Go ask for her number! Isn’t that exactly your type?”

Qiao Wenyu heard all of it. She sat quietly in the corner, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes playfully watching Jiang Nian, who was now the center of attention. In the shadows, Qiao’s usual delicate demeanor faded—her eyes glinted with something unreadable.

Jiang Nian, fully absorbed in the game, paid no attention to her surroundings. The 800-plus bullets took nearly twenty minutes to finish.

She ended up with the booth’s highest-ever hit rate.

Impressed, the booth owner let her choose any prize she wanted.

Jiang Nian scanned the colorful toys hanging above but quickly ignored the omega girls trying to flirt. She walked straight back to Qiao Wenyu.

“Sis, which one do you like?”

Qiao Wenyu shook her head. “This one’s already enough.”

Jiang Nian wasn’t too into plushies herself, so she turned to the owner. “We’ll take this one then.”

The owner, feeling guilty after pocketing so much money, stopped her.
“Miss, I have an even bigger bunny plush in the back. Why don’t you take that home?”

“Sure, trade this for the big one,” Jiang Nian said, stroking her chin.

“No, no, just take both,” the owner insisted, then called his assistant to grab the larger toy from the storage room nearby.

A few minutes later, the assistant returned carrying a massive white bunny wrapped in plastic. Though they couldn’t see all of it, it was clearly adorable.

“I’ll carry it,” Jiang Nian offered, taking the bunny and peeling off the plastic wrap. At nearly 1.8 meters tall herself, Jiang Nian looked amusingly mismatched carrying a 1.3-meter bunny. From the front, only her shoulders and calves were visible.

The bunny’s stubby legs swung with every step Jiang Nian took, as if it might bounce away at any moment.

Qiao Wenyu’s own bunny was much smaller—easy to carry. Seeing how awkward Jiang Nian looked juggling the giant plush, she paused and asked,
“Should we just head back?”

“Aren’t you hungry? I was going to take you to that food stall I mentioned. They’ve got amazing BBQ skewers and stir-fried rice noodles.”
Just thinking about it made Jiang Nian’s mouth water.

Qiao Wenyu gave her a helpless smile. “Alright then.”

The market’s far end had shops selling stir-fried rice, noodles, grilled meats, and quick meals—mostly catering to young people. Since the area was close to a wealthy neighborhood, even the night market had a slightly upscale feel.

Jiang Nian chose a popular food stall with an eye-catching neon sign. Their signature dishes were proudly displayed above the entrance.

It was still early spring, and the outdoor patio hadn’t opened yet. Dining was only available inside on the two floors.

Jiang Nian asked about Qiao Wenyu’s food preferences and ordered several specialties, along with some grilled skewers and two cans of chilled beer.

Soon, sizzling hot skewers and steaming stir-fried rice noodles were brought to the table. The aroma of grilled spices and smoky stir-fried ingredients filled the air. Jiang Nian’s eyes lit up.

“Sis, eat more,” she said, placing a few skewers on Qiao Wenyu’s plate.

Looking at the plate full of high-calorie food, Qiao Wenyu seemed hesitant.

“I shouldn’t eat too much of this…”

“Oh, don’t worry! I used to eat this stuff all the time and never gained much weight.”
Jiang Nian thought back to her college days.
“Hmm… though, now that I think about it, I did work out a lot.”

Qiao Wenyu picked up a grilled chicken wing and took a gentle bite. The crispy skin and tender meat burst with savory juices and smoky flavor.

“Good, right?” Jiang Nian rested her chin on her hand and looked at her expectantly.

“It’s delicious.”

Jiang Nian, proud as a child, beamed.
“I told you—it’s basically the taste of heaven!”

Barbecue made her thirsty, so she grabbed a can of beer, popped it open, and tilted her head back, gulping down more than half in one go.

“Nothing beats a cold one.”

Qiao Wenyu gently pushed her own can back toward Jiang.
“Xiao Nian, I don’t drink.”

“You don’t? Then I’ll get you some juice.”
Jiang Nian raised her hand and asked the server to bring over a fruit juice.

In the end, both beers ended up in Jiang Nian’s stomach. Her cheeks flushed bright red, and when she looked at Qiao Wenyu, there was a faint glaze in her eyes.

Jiang Nian’s alcohol tolerance was poor. One can was manageable, but two pushed her straight into a buzz. Her thoughts turned fuzzy, and her sense of reality started to slip.

Still, she managed—barely—to bring Qiao Wenyu home.

The butler saw she was drunk and quickly instructed the staff to prepare sobering medicine.

Jiang Nian didn’t get loud or rowdy when she drank. Instead, she just sat on the sofa, spacing out.

Qiao Wenyu, worried she might suddenly cause trouble, sat quietly beside her.

Drunk and disoriented, Jiang Nian couldn’t tell what was real anymore. In her dazed state, she thought she was still the university version of herself, and that the Qiao Wenyu sitting beside her was just a fictional character from a novel.

“Qiao Wenyu?”

Qiao Wenyu turned to look at her. “What is it?”

“You’re really beautiful,” Jiang Nian murmured, her eyes curving into a soft smile.

Qiao Wenyu blinked in surprise. “…Thank you.”

“I like you so much. I just hope you get a good ending. And I hope I—”
Jiang Nian rambled on, words tumbling out as her eyelids slowly drooped shut.

But before she could fall fully asleep, a housemaid gently woke her and handed her a glass of room-temperature sobering medicine.

Under Qiao Wenyu’s watchful gaze, Jiang Nian drank it all without protest.

This particular formula was specially developed for alphas. The stronger an alpha’s pheromones, the quicker the medicine took effect. It was the same stuff high-level alphas used at business dinners to recover quickly from alcohol.

Jiang Nian was top-tier. Within ten minutes, the effects kicked in.

Once sober, exhaustion hit her like a wave. She had no memory of what she’d just said.

“You should get some rest, Miss,” the butler said kindly. “Your room has already been prepared—for both of you.”

Both of you?

Together?

Sleeping in the same bed as Qiao Wenyu?

Jiang Nian’s brain took a second to catch up.

Under the butler’s guidance, she and Qiao Wenyu ended up lying in the same bed. The room glowed softly with candlelight, and a sweet, slightly cloying fragrance lingered in the air.

A housemaid quietly came in to turn off the lights and gently closed the door behind them.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Jiang Nian shot upright like a startled cat. She tiptoed to the edge of the bed, grabbed a blanket, and began sneaking down to the floor.

Qiao Wenyu opened her eyes.
“You…”

I’ll sleep on the sofa over there, Jiang Nian said, clutching her blanket like a puppy that had been abandoned by its owner.

Qiao Wenyu sat up slightly.
“It’s cold. Just sleep on the bed. We have two blankets—it’s fine.”

“Really?” Jiang Nian asked, surprised.

“Mhm.”

Outside the window, the night was still and silent. Jiang Nian turned her back to Qiao Wenyu and whispered,
“Good night. I won’t touch you.”

It was late. Moonlight spilled through the window, casting pale beams onto the wooden floor beside the bed.

In her light sleep, Qiao Wenyu suddenly felt someone hugging her from behind—arms wrapping tightly around her waist.

“You…”
Startled, she turned her head and saw Jiang Nian fast asleep, her breathing steady and peaceful. Qiao didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh, so she just let Jiang Nian hold her.

—

Early the next morning, Jiang Nian and Qiao Wenyu quietly left the Jiang family estate.

After dropping Qiao Wenyu off, Jiang Nian returned to the company to deal with work. While the company’s main business had recently slowed down, the side ventures were still generating a steady flow of contracts. Just signing off on documents was enough to keep her busy for the entire afternoon.

The office door opened as her secretary came in—Lu Renbing, holding a stack of files.

“President Jiang, these are the new clothing lines hitting the market. We need to decide on a spokesperson. These are the candidates submitted by various entertainment agencies.”

Jiang Nian flipped through them one by one but didn’t find anyone suitable for the new collection.

Most current female celebrities leaned into a sweet and cute image. What Jiang needed was someone with a gentle, pure aura—but with a naturally cool and clean appearance. That combination wasn’t easy to find.

“None of these will do,” Jiang said, pushing the documents aside.

“I’ll follow up with the agencies again,” Lu Renbing said quickly, retrieving the folders.

“Go ahead.”

After lunch, Jiang Nian received a call on her work phone. The caller ID read: Fengyun Entertainment.

She remembered that her classmate, Jiang Fenyun, was the owner of that company. Jiang Nian answered the call.
“Hello?”

“A-Nian, what’s going on? You’re rejecting every actress we send over?”
Jiang Fenyun chuckled from the other end.
“And you haven’t come out to hang in ages. What’s up with that?”

“I got married. It’s not exactly convenient these days,” Jiang Nian replied smoothly.
“And honestly, I’m done with those messy party scenes. I won’t be going to them anymore.”

There was a pause, followed by a loud gasp.
“What? You? Settling down first? I don’t believe it—my wildest friend, going domestic?”

“Alright, let’s not dwell on that,” Jiang Nian said, cutting to the point.
“We were discussing how your agency’s actresses don’t quite fit the image I need for the new line.”

“I know, I know. I’m still looking. Don’t worry,” Fenyun replied, then hesitated.
“Honestly, your brand is hard to match. There are so few actresses with that clean, untouched kind of aura. The entertainment industry is full of foxes who’ve been in the game for decades.”

Jiang Nian paused—she couldn’t argue with that.

But wait… there was someone who wasn’t like the rest of them.

“I just thought of someone. She’s not from your agency though—she’s a newcomer managed by one of your friends.”

“Oh? Who is it?” Fenyun asked curiously.

“Qiao Wenyu.”

“Never even heard of her,” Fenyun said. “But alright, I’ll look into it for you.”
She was the kind of person who got things done once she made up her mind.

A few days later, Jiang Nian received her response.

“Wenyu’s visibility is too low. It’s going to be hard to secure that role for her. Upper management isn’t willing to take a chance on a rookie,” Fenyun explained.

Jiang Nian frowned. This was going to be a problem.

“President Jiang,” Lu Renbing said, handing her an analysis report, “we just need to boost Miss Qiao’s public profile quickly. This is some data I had an assistant pull. Right now, relationship reality shows are the fastest way to generate buzz. With the right publicity, Miss Qiao could build a solid fanbase fast.”

“Reality dating shows?” Jiang Nian raised an eyebrow.
“But Wenyu and I are married. If something gets exposed on the show, who’s going to take responsibility?”

She was always strict when it came to work—risk was not something she tolerated.

“You’re right, President Jiang. That was my oversight,” Lu Renbing admitted. “But… I do have another idea.”

Jiang Nian tilted her chin. “Go on.”

“It’s a bit… bold,” Lu said, hesitant.

“Just say it.”

Lu adjusted her glasses.
“You could go on the show yourself—as Miss Qiao’s partner. That way, we generate buzz while controlling the narrative. No one would be able to dig up anything unexpected.”