After the Scumbag Alpha Heard her Inner Thoughts (GL) - Chapter 12

Take care of her?!

Was this what they called “taking care”?

This was like a lamb walking into a tiger’s den!

Su Wanqing fell into silence.

The book hadn’t described Chu Muqing’s health problems in detail.
Was her sudden change in temperament purely due to a disrupted sensitivity cycle — or was there something else Su Wanqing didn’t know?

If it was just a normal sensitivity phase, maybe she could follow Cheng Zhuo and Xu Chengke’s advice, help stabilize Chu Muqing, and fix her gland issues.
If Chu Muqing’s condition could be cured, maybe the later dramatic and tragic events wouldn’t happen.

And if those never happened… maybe Su Wanqing could survive.

Once Chu Muqing recovered and no longer needed her as a “catalyst,” perhaps they could even negotiate a peaceful divorce.
She could continue her normal working life, and Chu Muqing could continue being the Chu family’s heir.

But before Su Wanqing could think it through, Xu Chengke sighed softly over the phone.
Switching tactics, he softened his voice — no longer ordering but sincerely pleading.

“Madam, the car was serviced just last week.
This breakdown — it’s very likely sabotage.
The boss’s gland condition is worse than we feared.
If it isn’t addressed soon… it could be life-threatening.”

He seemed worried she wouldn’t believe him, so he added urgently:
“Madam, if anything happens to the boss, it would trigger a huge upheaval in the Chu family.
And the Su family would be dragged down too.”

Their two families were tied together by marriage — if the Chu family fell, the Su family would be dragged down with it.
And there would be no shortage of people waiting to kick them while they were down.

“I understand,” Su Wanqing said.
“I’ll do what I can depending on the situation.”

Honestly, judging by Xu Chengke’s tone — close to tears — he wasn’t exaggerating.
And he was right: if something happened to Chu Muqing now, both their families would be doomed.

After ending the call, Su Wanqing slowly moved toward the study door.

Inside, it was now eerily silent.

Su Wanqing thought Chu Muqing might have regained control.
She lifted her hand and pushed the door open carefully.

The moment she stepped inside, the thick stench of bl00d hit her like a wave.
The heavy metallic scent had overwhelmed even the lingering rose fragrance of the pheromones.

The scent of pheromones was now so faint it was almost nonexistent.

Su Wanqing stared at the pool of bl00d on the floor, her pupils contracting sharply.

For a second, her mind went blank — then, abandoning all caution, she rushed forward and grabbed Chu Muqing’s hand.

“Are you crazy?!” she shouted.

Scrambling to her feet, Su Wanqing glanced around.
There was little in the study — only two silk scarves lying around.
She didn’t know where she found the strength, but she tore one scarf in half with her bare hands.

She quickly wrapped it around Chu Muqing’s bleeding wrist.
Soon, the bleeding slowed.

“Get out,” Chu Muqing said hoarsely, trying to shake her wrist free — but she couldn’t.

“Shut up!” Su Wanqing snapped, her chest heaving.
She didn’t even know what to say anymore — she just wanted this stubborn woman to stop talking.

Chu Muqing’s face was pale from bl00d loss, but the restlessness inside her hadn’t diminished at all.
Unlike last time when she had lost all reason, this time Chu Muqing was painfully aware of her madness —
aware she was teetering at the very edge of control.

The bl00d soaked through the silk scarf, staining it deep red.
Su Wanqing kept an eye on the wound — it wasn’t spreading anymore.

The cut wasn’t deep.
It had been deliberate — a sharp, painful shock to pull herself back from the brink of insanity.

Su Wanqing lowered her gaze to her own bloodstained hands.
The bl00d had dried into a dark, rusty smear.

When she looked up, she saw Chu Muqing slumped against the bed.
Her breathing was shallow; her eyelids drooped heavily.
Occasionally, she would glance weakly at Su Wanqing as if she could disappear at any second.

Maybe Xu Chengke hadn’t been exaggerating after all Chu Muqing’s condition really was critical.

She couldn’t just stand here and watch someone die.

Su Wanqing licked her dry lips.
Taking a shaky step forward, she half-kneeled between Chu Muqing’s legs, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her into her arms.

“Chu Muqing…” Su Wanqing whispered against her ear, voice trembling but determined, “Mark me.”

Just one bite. No need for her to suffer like this any longer.

Held tightly against her, Chu Muqing could feel the soft strands of Su Wanqing’s hair brushing against her jaw, the slight trembling of her delicate body as she spoke, the clean, faintly floral scent of her pheromones drifting into the air.

“This is my uncontrollable susceptibility period,” Chu Muqing said. “It’s different from last time. You might get hurt. Xu Chengke will be here soon—he knows what to do.”

“Chu Muqing, you’re so long-winded. Are you sure you’re up for this?”

Su Wanqing had just transmigrated into the book. Her only understanding of marking was: bite once, and that was it. She had no idea what a mark actually meant.

“Do you not understand what I’m saying?” Chu Muqing grabbed the back of Su Wanqing’s neck and yanked her out of her embrace.

However, Chu Muqing’s warning carried no threat. Su Wanqing simply leaned back against her again. Chu Muqing, lacking strength, couldn’t resist much. In the struggle, Su Wanqing’s lips bumped against Chu Muqing’s cheek.

A cool, soft sensation.

Both of them froze. Embarrassed, Su Wanqing turned her head to the side. A mark was one thing, a kiss was another—they weren’t the same.

Chu Muqing raised her hand, clasped the back of Su Wanqing’s neck, and bit down hard.

“Ah…” Su Wanqing hadn’t expected her to change her mind so quickly. A sharp pain shot through the back of her neck, making her cry out, “Chu Muqing, be gentle!”

Chu Muqing gave her no chance to resist. Supporting Su Wanqing’s back, she pressed her down onto the floor, continuously injecting her pheromones into Su Wanqing’s gland.

Su Wanqing could feel their pheromones mixing together. The pain at her gland turned into a tingling numbness, and then into an aching soreness.

And her own pheromones kept pouring out. “Chu Muqing…” she whimpered.

Her whole body went limp, like melting ice cream. Su Wanqing could feel her body changing in strange ways. Even calling Chu Muqing’s name was laced with thick, heady desire.

Su Wanqing struggled to push Chu Muqing away, but her strength was negligible against Chu Muqing.

Just before she completely lost consciousness, Chu Muqing finally let go. Su Wanqing barely had a second to relax before Chu Muqing lifted her up and placed her on the desk.

“Chu Muqing… What are you trying to do?”

Chu Muqing stared at the gland she had just marked. A clear bite mark was visible, and her own pheromones were steadily leaking out from it. This Omega belonged to her now—not to anyone else.

The thought excited her.

Chu Muqing pinched Su Wanqing’s chin and said coldly, “Do you even know what it means to let someone mark you?”

Su Wanqing was too dazed. Chu Muqing’s voice sounded blurry to her. She nodded, then shook her head.

“What’s your pheromone scent?”

“Damask flower,” Su Wanqing answered weakly.

No wonder—the faint floral fragrance always lingered for so long.

Chu Muqing licked the gland gently. There was no more bleeding, but Su Wanqing’s body shivered. “You…”

The next second, Su Wanqing’s lips were captured. At first, it was gentle, but soon the kiss deepened, grinding against her lips, drawing out all of Su Wanqing’s breath until there was none left.

Chu Muqing kissed her way from Su Wanqing’s lips to the back of her ear, then down to her neck, while one hand shifted its position on the desk.

She was already wet. Chu Muqing’s fingers slipped in easily, causing Su Wanqing to moan softly, the sound leaking from the corners of her lips.

At last, Su Wanqing understood what Chu Muqing meant earlier—but now it was far too late.

…

Half an hour later, Xu Chengke pushed open the door. As he ran up the stairs, he shouted loudly, “Boss! Boss! Madam!”

He was yelling so loud it was as if he were slaughtering a pig.

Chu Muqing hastily pulled the quilt over Su Wanqing’s body, buttoned up her shirt, and walked out of the bedroom.

“Stop shouting.”

Xu Chengke, seeing Chu Muqing safe and sound, was momentarily stunned. “Boss, you’re alright?”

“Mm,” Chu Muqing replied, pulling on her coat. “Where’s Cheng Zhuo?”

“Downstairs,” Xu Chengke answered.

Chu Muqing walked past Xu Chengke and headed downstairs. In the living room, Cheng Zhuo was sitting on the sofa, bent over a medical kit filled with three or four types of specialized medication for treating Alpha susceptibility episodes.

Before footsteps could even be heard, the rich scent of Omega pheromones had already filled the air. Cheng Zhuo let out a surprised “Oh-ho,” and said, “Looks like I’m not needed after all?”

“……”

Chu Muqing sat down across from Cheng Zhuo. Xu Chengke stood behind her.

“I marked her last time,” Chu Muqing began. “Our compatibility was so high that theoretically, I shouldn’t experience another susceptibility period for at least six months. Why did it happen?”

Cheng Zhuo put on a pair of gloves. “Let me check.”

Chu Muqing lowered her head slightly, exposing her gland. Cheng Zhuo used a small mirror to inspect it closely and lightly pressed around the area.

An Alpha’s gland wasn’t as obvious as an Omega’s.

After ten minutes of examination, Chu Muqing covered her neck and said impatiently, “Stop poking around and just tell me.”

Cheng Zhuo’s expression turned serious. “You… might need to get checked at a hospital system.”

“……”

“Just say it.”

“You might have two glands,” Cheng Zhuo explained. “This gland of yours was originally a transplanted Alpha gland. The surgical system at the time was incomplete, so they might have missed your original gland.”

“Now, both glands are growing together. Two different Alpha pheromones are clashing inside your body, making your susceptibility period far worse than a typical Alpha’s.”

“So what’s the solution?” Chu Muqing asked.

“Remove one gland,” Cheng Zhuo said, his face grim. “But the glands have been growing together inside you for over a decade. Right now, we can’t tell which one to separate. If the surgery goes wrong, both glands could be damaged. If that happens, you could end up crippled.”

“What’s happening with the Lu family?” Chu Muqing asked.

She had just stabilized the Lu family and stirred up trouble for her uncle; now her own body was failing.

Her uncle likely knew about the issue with her gland transplant back then.

Gu Heng was also trying to seize their corporation’s resources.

Piecing it all together, Chu Muqing could guess the whole story. Undergoing surgery now would be equivalent to handing over the Chu family on a silver platter.

“And if I don’t get the surgery?”

“If the susceptibility episodes aren’t dealt with, the collision of the two pheromones will eventually destroy your body,” Cheng Zhuo replied. “But Miss Su’s pheromones are very effective for you. They seem to have high compatibility with both your glands.”

“So you’re saying if Su Wanqing stays by my side and continuously soothes me, I can postpone the surgery?”

“That’s right,” Cheng Zhuo nodded. “But surgery will eventually be unavoidable.”

Chu Muqing rubbed her forehead. “I understand.”

Xu Chengke patted her shoulder and said in a low voice, “Madam is here.”

Su Wanqing was slowly making her way down the stairs, holding onto the banister. Seeing the three of them in the living room, she rubbed her eyes and asked, “You guys are here? How’s her condition?”

Chu Muqing stood up and went to meet her at the stairs. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Earlier, Su Wanqing had been so exhausted that she didn’t know whether she had fainted or fallen asleep. But her mind kept worrying about Chu Muqing’s condition, and she had woken up suddenly in a panic.

“Are you alright now?” Su Wanqing’s voice was hoarse.

Chu Muqing bent down and picked her up.

“Your hand!” Su Wanqing exclaimed.

Chu Muqing still had wounds on her hand, so Su Wanqing didn’t dare to struggle, letting Chu Muqing carry her.

Chu Muqing placed her gently onto the sofa. “Check on her,” she said. “Just now, I might have…”

Cheng Zhuo made an “OK” gesture and walked over to examine Su Wanqing’s gland. “Like a little puppy,” he teased.

He carefully applied a layer of recovery solution to the gland.

Su Wanqing asked, “How is she?”

Chu Muqing covered her mouth and coughed lightly.

Cheng Zhuo clicked his tongue and said, “Thanks to your heroic sacrifice, she’s not dead. For now.”