After the Scumbag Alpha Heard her Inner Thoughts (GL) - Chapter 6

Her chin was gripped tightly. Su Wanqing pouted slightly, trying to pull away.

Chu Muqing wasn’t protecting her—she was defending her own position as a member of the Chu family.

Noticing her subtle retreat, Chu Muqing narrowed her eyes and tightened her grip. “You don’t know how to fight back?”

A dull ache crept along Su Wanqing’s jaw. She forced herself to endure it and glared back.

“I… I didn’t react in time.” Her voice was filled with grievance as she quickly admitted fault, looking timid and apologetic.

Chu Muqing was about to let go when she suddenly heard that familiar voice again:

[It’s not like I was scared of causing trouble… I just didn’t want to mess things up and be no help to the pretty sister later.]
[And why did I get splashed in the first place? Obviously because of you!]

Su Wanqing didn’t dare argue out loud, so she grumbled internally.

There it was again.

That voice—playful, a little stubborn—completely different from the obedient, fragile image Su Wanqing projected. If this wasn’t a hallucination, Chu Muqing had to admit, the girl was a master at pretending.

But why could she hear this voice in the first place? Was it something caused by the temporary mark?

Chu Muqing didn’t have an answer yet.

The soft waltz music playing in the hall ended, and the dancers slowly dispersed. More guests began to notice the scene unfolding nearby, and only then did Chu Muqing release Su Wanqing.

Chen Xingyue stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do. Chu Muqing’s presence was too overwhelming, and she didn’t dare leave or speak. Soaked in wine, she looked completely humiliated.

Chu Muqing walked over to a nearby table, pulled a tissue from the box, and stuffed it into Su Wanqing’s arm—her eyes, however, remained fixed on Chen Xingyue.

“Miss Chen, still here?” she asked coolly. “Are you waiting to share another drink with me?”

Chen Xingyue waved her hands frantically. “No, no—that’s alright, Miss Chu. I’ll just be on my way.”

“Did I say you could leave?”

Chen Xingyue froze mid-step.

“I heard Miss Chen holds her liquor well. Then have these three drinks before you go.” Chu Muqing gestured to the glasses lined up nearby.

The banquet wine wasn’t too strong, so Chen Xingyue didn’t argue. She rushed over, downed all three glasses in one breath, and then bolted—completely ignoring the curious stares around her.

Lu Qinghe approached just as the woman disappeared down the hallway. She glanced at the scene and frowned slightly. “What happened?”

Leaning casually against a wall, a whiskey glass now in hand, Chu Muqing replied without emotion, “No idea. Just offered Miss Chen a drink.”

Lu Qinghe’s gaze landed on the wet patch in Su Wanqing’s hair and the red stains on her collarbone. She immediately understood what had transpired. She stepped closer and tugged lightly on Chu Muqing’s sleeve, lowering her voice.

“Tone it down a bit.”

Chu Muqing let out a soft scoff, but didn’t reply. She raised the glass and emptied it in one gulp.

Lu Qinghe turned toward Su Wanqing and said gently, “Come with me. I’ll take you to the lounge to change.”

As they stepped out from the corner, curious eyes followed them. Lu Qinghe smiled gracefully to ease the tension.

“Someone spilled a bit of wine by accident. Please, enjoy yourselves. If you need anything, speak to one of the assistants.”

Lu Qinghe had a private lounge on the second floor, tucked away in a quiet corner. Su Wanqing followed her silently, feeling increasingly uncomfortable as the sticky wine dried on her skin.

They walked in silence until Lu Qinghe finally asked, “Did Chu Muqing scare you? She looks fierce, but deep down she’s not that bad.”

Her voice was soft and warm, like a mountain spring—comforting and gentle. Still, it wasn’t enough to erase Su Wanqing’s wariness toward Chu Muqing.

If anything, Su Wanqing wanted to warn Lu Qinghe: Don’t be fooled—Chu Muqing is far from kind. Right now, she was pretending to be a good, submissive girl just to survive.

When the lounge door opened, a rich sandalwood scent filled the air. The woodsy base note was so strong, it seemed like it was meant to mask something else.

“These are outfits I prepared ahead of time,” Lu Qinghe said, gesturing to a wardrobe. “Pick whichever one you like and change into it.”

Lu Qinghe gestured toward a row of clothing racks, each holding a carefully curated gown—there were strapless mermaid dresses, sultry off-shoulder slit gowns, and elegant French-style champagne dresses.

Su Wanqing glanced over them all and immediately felt out of place.

“Miss Lu… I’d like to take a shower first,” she said.

“Of course.” Lu Qinghe led her to the bathroom and opened the door. “The set inside is a backup—feel free to use it.”

“I’ll go downstairs and mingle a bit while you freshen up.”

“Alright.”

Su Wanqing placed her handbag carefully on the table—it was filled with items she considered life-saving essentials.

Closing the bathroom door, she didn’t dare dawdle. She took a quick shower, made sure to wash her hair, and stepped out wrapped in a bathrobe. A glance at the clock on the wall told her she didn’t have much time.

She chose what seemed like the least expensive-looking dress from the rack, changed quickly, grabbed her bag, and hurried to the third floor.

Very few people knew that Lu Qinghe was actually an Omega. Aside from her parents, only her attending physician—and the man she had feelings for—Cheng Zhuo, was aware.

As Lu Qinghe left the lounge, her phone chimed with two messages.

She glanced at the screen.
[Come upstairs. Something’s up.]

The message came to a private number, one known only by Cheng Zhuo.

A month ago, she had told him not to contact her for a while—at least not until things stabilized—though she promised she would reveal the truth eventually.

There were people from every major family downstairs right now. If anything went wrong, it would be a disaster.

Lu Qinghe stared at the message, uncertain, then cautiously replied:

[What is it?]

No response.

Still uneasy, she clutched her phone and her clutch bag, scanned the area to ensure no one was following her, and lifted the hem of her gown as she ascended the stairs.

This banquet hall belonged to the Lu family. Room 3011 on the third floor had always been her private meeting spot with Cheng Zhuo. He had a master access card, so it wasn’t surprising he could slip in unnoticed.

When she reached the door, Lu Qinghe looked around one more time before pulling out her own key card. A soft beep sounded as she unlocked the door and turned the handle.

Inside, the room was spotless—everything neat and untouched.

Suspicion crept in. She quietly stepped inside, walking through the living room into the bedroom. Standing at the center of the suite, she surveyed everything. It looked exactly as it had the last time she’d left it.

Nothing was out of place.

Just as she pulled out her phone to call Cheng Zhuo, someone lunged from behind, knocking the phone from her hand and clamping a hand tightly over her mouth.

Lu Qinghe reacted instantly, stomping hard on the attacker’s foot. The person gave a low grunt but didn’t loosen their grip. They overpowered her, restraining her firmly, and pulled out a syringe—plunging it into her neck.

The moment the liquid entered her body, the attacker released her and quickly fled.

Lu Qinghe collapsed to the floor, watching the figure vanish through the door.

The second the needle pierced her skin, she already knew what it was—Alpha pheromones. And they had only one purpose: to force her into heat.

As an S-class Omega, it took another S-class Alpha’s pheromones to trigger a response. But now, the scent was spreading fast, originating from the gland in her neck.

Her body temperature began to rise rapidly. A cool, refreshing scent of mint began to leak from her gland—clean and crisp, with a delicate sweetness that was unmistakably hers.

That familiar, overwhelming feeling surged through her. Lu Qinghe was close to breaking.

She usually didn’t carry suppressants with her—for fear that someone might find out she was an Omega.

Her whole body burned, her thoughts hazy. She spotted her phone beneath the sofa and began slowly crawling toward it.

Downstairs, the hall was full of high-profile guests—Alphas, Betas, and Omegas alike. If an S-class Omega like her went into heat here…

It would be a disaster.

Only one thought consumed her mind: No one can find out. No one.

She dragged herself across the floor like a beached octopus, limbs heavy and desperate, as if the floor itself were a desert and she a creature gasping for water.

Meanwhile, Su Wanqing reached the third floor. The moment she arrived, she caught the unmistakable scent of Omega pheromones in the air.

Omegas naturally resonated with one another. Guided by the increasingly thick scent, Su Wanqing hurried to a door.

It was tightly shut.

She knocked hard. “Lu-jie! Are you in there?”

Lu Qinghe heard the knocking faintly, unsure of what was happening. She assumed the worst: that someone had discovered her secret, and now all she could do was wait for them to open the door—
and pronounce her death sentence.

Su Wanqing was panicking. At the current rate of pheromone spread, everyone downstairs would know within ten minutes.

Desperate, she pulled out her phone and dialed Chu Muqing’s number. But just as her finger hit “call,” a hand grabbed both her phone and her wrist.

Startled, Su Wanqing looked up—
Chu Muqing?!

“Keycard,” Chu Muqing said coolly.

She inserted it, opened the door, and stepped into a room thick with scent. The once-refreshing mint had turned bitter and pungent—rotting leaves instead of crisp herbs.

Completely unfazed, Chu Muqing walked in.

Su Wanqing rushed in behind her, clutching her bag. She quickly dug out a suppressant and a pheromone-blocking patch.

Chu Muqing bent down, lifted Lu Qinghe onto the sofa, and gently called her name. “Lu Qinghe?”

Lu Qinghe heard the voice but was too weak to respond.

A moment later, the suppressant was administered, and slowly the pheromone levels in the room began to drop.

Her senses gradually returning, Lu Qinghe blinked at the two people next to her and croaked out a hoarse whisper:

“I… I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

She was drenched in sweat, her long hair tangled and sticking to her face. Pale and fragile, she no longer looked anything like the poised figure from earlier.

“Feeling better?” Su Wanqing asked gently.

Lu Qinghe gave a small nod.

But just then—
footsteps echoed outside the room, along with chatter, both male and female voices.

Ten minutes ago, after Chen Xingyue fled humiliated, no one had dared say a word. But this was still a networking event. People came for business—and when business was over, gossip reigned.

New handbags. New relationships. Who was cheating on whom. The usual.

Then someone had said it—
“I saw an Omega going into heat upstairs.”

The third floor had ten guest rooms for resting. Anyone could go up with a casual word to the host.

They’d looked around and hadn’t seen Lu Qinghe. Someone joked, “Maybe she went up early?”

That was all it took.

No one wanted to miss the drama. Slowly at first, then eagerly, guests made their way upstairs in cliques of twos and threes, their steps hurried despite their designer heels and formal gowns.

By the time they reached the third floor, the pheromones were thick in the air—sweet, sticky, unmistakable.

Hearts raced. Normally, these daughters of high society never got to witness scandal live. And now? This was a rare spectacle.

People rushed ahead.

A dozen or so were now closing in on Lu Qinghe’s room.

Inside, Chu Muqing heard the voices and immediately asked, “Is there anywhere to hide someone?”

Lu Qinghe lifted a weak arm and pointed toward the bedroom. “There’s a built-in cabinet inside.”

Without hesitation, Chu Muqing scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom, opening the closet to reveal a small ten-square-meter storage space.

She placed Lu Qinghe gently onto a recliner inside.

Back in the main room, Su Wanqing was tidying up when the voices outside grew clearer.

[Is this really okay?]
[We didn’t get her permission.]
[The door’s open—can’t blame us if we peek.]

“Tch…”

A blur—
Su Wanqing was suddenly yanked and pinned against the wall.

Chu Muqing grabbed her wrist and pressed it overhead, leaning in close. Her face was near her neck—near the gland.

Then—

She bit down, gently but firmly.

“Mm—!” Su Wanqing gasped, about to curse her out, when the door creaked open and a chorus of murmurs broke in.

“Whoa… is that—?”

The room fell into stunned silence.

After what happened to Chen Xingyue earlier, no one dared say a word.

Chu Muqing glanced toward the door, eyes dark and filled with irritation. She frowned and spoke a single word, low and sharp:

“Get out.”