After the Scumbag Alpha Heard her Inner Thoughts (GL) - Chapter 20
Lu Qinghe had been half-joking, but after she finished speaking, Chu Muqing fell silent, unsure how that conclusion had even come about.
It was rare to see Chu Muqing wearing that expression.
Lu Qinghe took a sip of juice, then stared directly at her and said,
“Don’t you realize how you look? If I were into your type, I would’ve been head over heels long ago.”
Chu Muqing: “……”
Given the Chu family’s tangled web of relationships, her partner could only ever be another high-society heir.
Marriage, in their world, was just a means of binding interests together.
Chu Muqing had long since understood this.
Over the years, every Omega who had approached her had done so with ulterior motives, and she had grown weary of dealing with all the scheming and manipulation.
Gradually, she lost any interest in falling in love.
Later, because of her gland condition, even fewer people tried to get close.
Finally, she enjoyed some peace—and had even less inclination for romance.
If it hadn’t been for her glands eventually giving out, she wouldn’t have agreed to the arranged marriage with the Su family, even under the guise of a countermeasure.
“By the way,” Lu Qinghe said, “what are you planning to do about the Su family?”
“I’ve already severed business ties with them recently,” Chu Muqing replied.
“With that, no one will bother to target them anymore.”
“I wasn’t asking about the Su family—I meant about Qingqing.”
“She…” Chu Muqing’s mind couldn’t help but recall Su Wanqing from this morning, still grumbling and refusing to get out of bed.
Actually…
A mess of thoughts ran through her mind before Chu Muqing finally said,
“She probably already has plans to divorce. We’ll deal with it when the time comes.”
Before the marriage, she had instructed Xu Chengke to investigate Su Wanqing’s background and character.
The report had been brief. It described Su Wanqing as an introverted, gentle, soft Omega—someone who would be easy to manage.
That was the only reason Chu Muqing had agreed to the match without much hesitation.
But reality had proved otherwise.
Su Wanqing wasn’t nearly as obedient as she had appeared on paper.
She had plenty of her own little thoughts and schemes.
Aside from a rather blurry sense of personal boundaries between Alpha and Omega, she didn’t seem to have any other significant flaws.
“You really don’t have any feelings for her?” Lu Qinghe asked skeptically.
She and Cheng Zhuo only had a pheromone compatibility of just over 80%, yet she could already feel a clear difference.
Chu Muqing and Su Wanqing’s compatibility was much higher, and they had marked each other multiple times.
Lu Qinghe didn’t believe Chu Muqing could remain completely unaffected.
“You think I would?” Chu Muqing asked back flatly.
Thinking about it, Lu Qinghe had to admit—
Chu Muqing was so obsessed with work that, back in the day, everyone had joked she might as well just marry her job.
When it came to emotions, everyone had to drink their own cup of water—some sweet, some bitter.
Given the complexity of the Chu family, and the stormy situation they were currently in,
letting Su Wanqing leave might actually be the best outcome for her.
Still… it was a bit of a shame.
She wouldn’t get to play with the little sister anymore.
A real pity.
They continued discussing the next phase of their plans over dinner.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Gu Heng wasn’t idle either.
In a private tea room in the western suburbs, Gu Heng sat at the head of the table.
Opposite him was none other than the former head of the Chu family—Old Master Chu.
Though well past his prime, the old man still radiated a sharp, commanding presence.
Even seated, he exuded a powerful Alpha aura that filled the room.
The two men faced off, their confrontation tense.
But Gu Heng, having uncovered a critical secret, showed no fear whatsoever.
“Gu Heng, why did you call me here?” the old man asked directly.
“Old Master, after all these years, you’re still as impatient as ever,” Gu Heng said leisurely.
He picked up a purple clay teapot and slowly poured tea over a small clay figurine, moving unhurriedly.
At last, he poured a small cup of tea and placed it in front of the old man.
“Here. Tea is meant to be savored slowly.”
Old Master Chu had no interest in drinking.
“Speak plainly,” he said.
Gu Heng chuckled and leaned back.
“Years ago, you conspired with the hospital to transplant my brother’s child’s gland into your granddaughter.”
“That was an S-class gland. Don’t you think you owe me some compensation?”
The old man sighed, then countered,
“At that time, the child was diagnosed with a terminal illness.
If Muqing hadn’t had a gland deficiency revealed by genetic tests—without the transplant, she wouldn’t have lived to adulthood—
do you think I would have accepted such a plan?”
“But later it was proven the child wasn’t terminal at all,” Gu Heng said sharply.
“But that was a doctor’s misdiagnosis,” Old Master Chu said, feeling that everything back then had been a cruel twist of fate.
“Exactly,” Gu Heng sneered.
“Back then, the medical technology regarding glands was primitive at best.
I’m sure Chu Muqing has tasted the consequences of that misdiagnosis firsthand.”
“So what does that have to do with us?” Old Master Chu asked coldly.
“No connection?”
Gu Heng laughed mockingly, the contempt in his eyes undisguised.
“Can you honestly say you weren’t tempted when you heard about the child’s S-grade gland?”
Old Master Chu fell silent.
In the end, he could not deny his share of the blame.
Events had moved too quickly, and he hadn’t thought everything through.
The Chu family had always had a sparse bloodline.
By his generation, there was only one child—
and that child turned out to be an ordinary Beta.
He had worried both about forging strong marriage alliances and about finding a physically healthy Omega to continue the family line.
After a long search, he had eventually married an Omega from the Sun family.
Two years into the marriage, they had a daughter—Chu Muqing.
Soon after, Sun Jing was told she could no longer have children.
When Chu Muqing turned five, as was customary, she underwent genetic testing at the central hospital to determine her second gender.
But the devastating news wasn’t about her secondary gender—it was that her glands had not developed properly.
Given the medical capabilities of the time, she was not expected to survive past the age of ten.
The old man had felt like the sky was falling.
He searched far and wide for a cure, but nothing could be done.
Around that time, Gu Heng’s younger brother, Gu Lin, had a child diagnosed with congenital heart disease—a child who, incidentally, was an S-grade Alpha.
When an S-grade gland matured, the information pheromone output could become so intense that the heart couldn’t withstand the strain, putting the child at constant risk of cardiac arrest.
That child didn’t even survive until full gland maturity before being placed on critical watch.
The doctors had suggested to Old Master Chu:
If one child could be saved, it was better than losing both.
Thus, after weighing the risks and benefits, and after much persuasion, Old Master Chu agreed with the doctors to transplant the child’s gland into Chu Muqing.
“I won’t deny I was tempted,” the old man said now.
“But didn’t I wait until the child’s heart had already stopped before agreeing to the operation?”
“But you didn’t know,” Gu Heng shot back,
“that the doctors were too afraid to admit their misdiagnosis—and had drugged the child to simulate heart failure.”
“You didn’t seek the truth.
You covered for that doctor.
You buried the entire affair,” Gu Heng said, his voice growing colder.
Old Master Chu opened his mouth to argue, but he knew the facts were not on his side.
Later, that doctor had been imprisoned for practicing medicine illegally—on charges that Old Master Chu himself had filed, hoping to silence the matter forever.
At the time, Old Master Chu had even secretly commissioned a second hospital to re-examine the child’s condition.
Both hospitals claimed there was no error.
But what he didn’t realize was that the two hospitals’ doctors had long been collaborating.
In his desperation to save his granddaughter,
he had lost the sharp instinct that had served him his whole life—
leading everything to spiral into today’s catastrophe.
“Muqing’s current gland condition isn’t stable either,” the old man said hoarsely.
“What do you want?”
Gu Heng leaned back slowly, savoring his impending victory.
“The truth is, Chu Muqing was an S-grade Alpha all along—she was just a late bloomer.”
“Having two sets of glands in her body… can’t be easy, right?”
He laughed quietly, savoring every word.
“Today, you will transfer your remaining shares to me.
And I— will bury this secret forever.”
“I only have 10% left,” the old man said bluntly.
“I already distributed the rest long ago.”
“Then I want that 10%,” Gu Heng said without hesitation.
In the quiet tea room, the only sound left was the gentle clink of teacups.
Meanwhile, elsewhere: Su Ningxuan had successfully gone overseas to study.
As for the Su family, after years of living as pampered socialites, Fang Shucui and Su Pingwei now had nothing.
They spent their days bickering endlessly, their lives a chaotic mess.
In stark contrast, Su Wanqing’s life was thriving.
Each day, she lived comfortably and contentedly.
The clothing brand Chu Muqing had launched in collaboration with Cheng Zhuo was finally getting on track.
Su Wanqing had personally contributed to the design of three outfits, and the pre-sale results were promising.
Through the project, she also got to know quite a few new girlfriends.
Other than Chu Muqing occasionally stopping by to leave a couple of love bites,
Su Wanqing didn’t have many troubles.
After the spring pre-sale officially launched, Su Wanqing welcomed her very first vacation.
The only problem—
she hadn’t yet decided where to go.
Lying on her bed, spacing out, she was jolted by the ding of a bank deposit notification on her phone.
Su Wanqing stared at the screen in shock.
“One, ten, hundred, thousand… Seven digits?! Oh my God, I’ve never seen so much money in my life!”
She hugged her phone, grinning so widely it almost reached the back of her ears.
Once the excitement faded a little, she held her phone tightly and thought—
After all, this was all thanks to Chu Muqing bringing me into the project.
And I even used to second-guess her so much…
Feeling a little guilty, Su Wanqing decided she would use part of her paycheck to buy Chu Muqing a gift.
She browsed around online for a while, but couldn’t find anything suitable.
Considering Chu Muqing’s status and wealth, it seemed there wasn’t much she would actually need.
At that moment, a WeChat notification popped up.
It was from Jiang Yuqing, a colleague from the design department.
[Qingqing-jie! This afternoon the handmade section is letting us use their fabrics—you want to come try?]
[It’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance! Their fabrics are more precious than gold! Normally we’re not even allowed to touch them. I swear, it’s because everyone’s too excited after getting paid.]
[Come quick! Hurry! Hurry!]
Clearly, Jiang Yuqing was extremely excited.
Su Wanqing thought for a moment.
Since she had been worrying about what to gift Chu Muqing anyway,
why not handmake something herself?
The materials from the handmade section were top-notch.
Making a custom outfit for Chu Muqing would be perfect.
She quickly replied, confirming she would be there on time in the afternoon.
There was just one small issue:
she didn’t know Chu Muqing’s exact measurements.
But there were still a few of Chu Muqing’s clothes left at Ban Gui Manor.
Su Wanqing quietly opened the wardrobe and began measuring.
Once everything was ready, she and Jiang Yuqing spent the entire afternoon—and then all evening—locked away in the cutting room.
The main structure of the outfit was completed;
only some small details needed adjusting.
Pooling their money together, the two of them generously tipped the staff on duty, bribing her to work overtime to help refine the finishing touches.
The staff member, beaming with joy, accepted without hesitation, practically ready to pull an all-nighter to finish the job.
Standing by the roadside, Jiang Yuqing stretched and groaned,
“I think my waist is frozen stiff—but I’m so satisfied. This is the first piece I’ve ever made for myself.”
“Qingqing-jie, who did you make yours for?” she asked playfully.
“Your Alpha?”
“Mm,” Su Wanqing nodded softly.
Pulling out her phone, she noticed a pile of unread messages—and immediately had a bad feeling.
Opening them, she skimmed through quickly.
Lu Qinghe: [Qingqing, no matter what, wait for Chu Muqing to explain it to you in person.]
Xu Chengke: [Boss says it’s better not to make contact until this storm dies down.]
The gland transplant incident had been exposed online and was now spreading like wildfire.
The situation had already gotten out of control.
Online rumors swirled, claiming the Chu family might replace their head soon— and no one knew who would end up victorious.
“Yuqing, I have something urgent. I’m leaving first,” Su Wanqing said.
She quickly flagged down a cab and hopped in.
Once seated, she messaged Xu Chengke:
[Tell me where Chu Muqing is.]
Xu Chengke replied instantly: [Madam, I really think you should—]
[Cut the crap. Tell me.] Su Wanqing snapped.
Normally so polite and mild, Su Wanqing almost never swore.
Others might not know the full truth, but Su Wanqing, having “read” most of the plot before, knew clearly: this wasn’t Chu Muqing’s fault.
Not at all.
Xu Chengke sent her the location honestly.
Then, after closing the chat window and locking his phone screen, he sighed deeply.
It felt like his life had just entered a countdown.