After the Scummy Alpha Marked the Crazy Beautiful Heroine (GL) - Chapter 5

When Pei Jiuyao arrived at the hospital with a pot of soup, nearly three hours had passed.

She figured Chi Yang would have woken up by now.

Pei Jiuyao was confident in her cooking skills—extremely confident.

In fact, she was confident in everything about herself lately. After mentally replaying everything that had happened, she quickly came to terms with her earlier strange emotions.

Yes, all of this might have been influenced by pheromones, but the fact remained: Chi Yang was exactly her type.

So she couldn’t be bothered to stress over meaningless things—

Right now, Chi Yang was the real, pressing problem that needed solving.

Just as she reached the door of the hospital room and took a deep breath to push it open—

A sharp, clear voice called out behind her: “Pei Jiuyao!”

She turned around, only to be shoved hard. She staggered and caught herself against the wall.

An Omega stood there, eyes red, glaring at her like she was the enemy.

Pei Jiuyao’s first thought: One of the Omegas the original Pei Jiuyao had hurt was here to settle the score.

She couldn’t be blamed for assuming that.

Memories were starting to resurface—things the original had done were too sordid to look at directly.

If anyone heard that Pei Jiuyao was part of this story, they’d probably think the same.

Protecting the soup in her arms, she asked quietly, “And you are…?”

“Pei Jiuyao! Don’t act like you don’t know me!” the Omega snapped. “What did you do to Yangyang yesterday? Why is she in the hospital? You didn’t hit her, did you?!”

Pei Jiuyao blinked in confusion. She hadn’t even gotten a chance to explain before the Omega raised a hand to strike her.

Pei Jiuyao quickly freed one hand to grab the Omega’s wrist.

The Omega was small and weak—after a few failed attempts to shake free, she burst into tears instead, sobbing and shouting:
“Scum! Bastard! Trash! If anything happens to my Yangyang, I swear I’ll make you pay!”

Pei Jiuyao didn’t hear the insults. What caught her attention—like a slap to the face—was the phrase: my Yangyang.

Her grip tightened instantly. Her eyes reddened. Her voice turned cold.

Barely holding back the impulse to lash out, she growled, “Chi Yang is mine. Not yours.”

The Omega froze, visibly shaken.

Just then, Chi Yang appeared at the door, leaning lightly against the frame.

She cleared her throat. “Pei Jiuyao, let go.”

Wrapped in an oversized hospital gown, Chi Yang looked delicate and slender.

Her skin was pale, her long dark curls cascading over her shoulders. Against her jade-like complexion, her features were striking: pale brown, glassy eyes tilted upward at the corners, lips pressed lightly together—cold and distant.

Like the still surface of a pale blue lake. Like lilies scattered in the wind.

Pei Jiuyao’s expression softened immediately, the moment she saw her.

“Chi Yang, why are you out of bed?” she asked, quickly releasing the Omega. All her earlier aggression melted into tenderness.

The Omega instantly rushed into Chi Yang’s arms, voice sticky and trembling with tears: “Yangyang, thank goodness you’re okay! You scared me to death!”

“There, there,” Chi Yang murmured, gently stroking her hair.

Pei Jiuyao’s eyes darkened.

She had never seen Chi Yang look at her with such softness.

Her fingers curled into a tight fist, nails digging into her palm.

Chi Yang noticed and instantly recalled what Ying Ning had said about “alpha territorial instinct” and “tyrant behavior.”

When she looked up, Pei Jiuyao was staring intently at the Omega in her arms.

Chi Yang used to be an Alpha too. She knew how dangerous this kind of unconscious gaze could be.

She quickly stepped back, gently pushing the Omega away. Stroking her head, she said, “Let’s not stand here. Come inside.”

Once they were in the hospital room, Pei Jiuyao sat as close to Chi Yang as possible, opened the thermal container, and ladled out a bowl of soup for her.

Chi Yang took it and sipped slowly. A shimmer of starlight flashed through her eyes. Color began to return to her pale lips.

The Omega, still furious, glared at Pei Jiuyao. With no other chair, she had to squeeze onto the small couch with Ying Ning.

Pei Jiuyao asked softly, “Does it taste good?”

Chi Yang nodded.

Pei Jiuyao’s lips curved slightly, revealing a hint of a canine tooth.

The Omega huffed. “Yangyang, how could you drink something from Pei Jiuyao? What if she poisoned it?”

Pei Jiuyao mumbled under her breath, “I wouldn’t poison you.”

Chi Yang cleared her throat and said gently, “I know.”

I know. Was that meant for me?

Pei Jiuyao’s eyes lit up.

The female lead didn’t yell at her!

“Yangyang!” the Omega whined, pouting. “Why are you hanging out with that scumbag Pei Jiuyao? You hated her before!”

Chi Yang took another delicate sip of soup and explained, “Xiao Mo, I got sick. Miss Pei brought me to the hospital.”

Xiao Mo? So this Omega was Song Mo—Chi Yang’s “fiancée.”

Pei Jiuyao’s gaze drifted darkly toward her, the atmosphere between them suddenly tense.

Song Mo remained defiant. “What a coincidence—you just happened to get sick around her? Clearly, she’s up to no good. Yangyang, you’re too kind. Don’t let her trick you.”

Pei Jiuyao could feel the intense hostility rolling off Song Mo—hostility born from her position as Chi Yang’s “fiancée.”

If Pei Jiuyao were in a rational state of mind, she might agree that Song Mo had every reason to hate someone like the original Pei Jiuyao.

But right now? All she saw was a provocation.

She arched a brow and said, “It’s not a coincidence. I was with Chi Yang last night.”

Song Mo’s eyes widened. “With her? What do you mean?!”

Pei Jiuyao smiled faintly. “Exactly what it sounds like. In every sense of the word.”

“Pei Jiuyao!” Chi Yang scolded sharply.

Ah. There it is—the scolding.

Pei Jiuyao’s lips flattened. She lowered her head like a sulking puppy.

Song Mo’s voice trembled. “Yangyang, what… what does she mean?”

As her childhood friend, Song Mo had long known that Chi Yang had differentiated into an Omega. Chi Yang hadn’t planned to keep the truth from her, only to wait for the right moment.

But now… Pei Jiuyao was behaving like a full-blown tyrant. No wonder things had to be clarified sooner than planned.

“Xiao Mo,” Chi Yang set the soup down and said calmly, “Pei Jiuyao and I have a 100% pheromone match.”

Song Mo’s eyes went wide in disbelief. She turned to Ying Ning.

Pei Jiuyao was equally stunned, looking blankly at Chi Yang.

“But Yangyang can’t be marked, right?” Song Mo asked Ying Ning, voice shaking.

Ying Ning answered gravely, “She’s already been marked—by Pei Jiuyao.”

Song Mo shot to her feet, fury flaring: “Pei Jiuyao, you bastard! How dare you!”

Chi Yang gave Ying Ning a meaningful look, and she quickly restrained Song Mo. “Don’t lose your temper,” she whispered.

Chi Yang coughed lightly into her hand, brow furrowed. “Xiao Mo, let me handle this.”

“Yangyang!”

“Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” Then, to Ying Ning: “I need to speak with Pei Jiuyao alone. Please take Xiao Mo outside.”

Though clearly upset, Song Mo stomped her foot and followed Ying Ning out.

The noisy hospital room fell into sudden silence. Outside, the wind rustled the trees.

Pei Jiuyao gently pulled the thin blanket over Chi Yang’s legs, then poured another bowl of soup. The quiet splash of liquid into porcelain was the only sound in the empty room.

Chi Yang cupped the bowl in her pale, delicate hands, sipping just as carefully as before.

Afternoon sunlight filtered through the buildings, golden rays casting Chi Yang in a warm glow—like starlight dusting pure jade.

Even in a patient’s gown and with pallid skin, Chi Yang’s beauty was arresting.

Especially when she gave Pei Jiuyao that fox-eyed glance—it stripped her of all resolve.

Pei Jiuyao couldn’t stop thinking about Song Mo.

Omegas, in her memory, were soft, sweet, and charming—irresistible.

Was that the kind Chi Yang liked?

She bit her lip and finally asked, “Weren’t you an Alpha?”

Chi Yang’s fingers trembled around the bowl. Pei Jiuyao quickly moved to steady it, their hands brushing—both of them flinched.

Pei Jiuyao drew her hand back like she’d been burned, fingers tracing the lingering heat.

Her hand was bigger than Chi Yang’s, long-fingered and sharply jointed, nails neatly shaped and lightly pink.

Her skin, warm-toned and translucent in the sun, looked almost alive.

Chi Yang’s thoughts strayed again—to how powerful those hands had felt last night, pressing her into the mattress. She could still feel the bruises on her waist.

Her gaze darted away. Cheeks flushing faintly, she replied coldly, “I underwent a second differentiation. I’m an Omega now. Didn’t you already know that? Why ask?”

Pei Jiuyao honestly didn’t understand what “second differentiation” meant.

She ran through what she’d read online and came to a single conclusion:
Chi Yang had gone from Alpha to Omega. Her pheromone compatibility with Pei Jiuyao was 100%. And last night, she’d marked her.

That didn’t sound like a total disaster of a beginning.

After a long pause, Chi Yang finished the soup, wiped her mouth, rinsed with water, then finally said:
“Pei Jiuyao, I have a few questions for you.”

Pei Jiuyao tossed the napkin into the trash. “Ask.”

“There were drug traces in my bl00d. Are you sure you had nothing to do with that?”

That part had been the original’s doing—but Pei Jiuyao herself wasn’t responsible.

After thinking for a moment, she denied it. “It wasn’t me.”

Chi Yang studied her silently. Pei Jiuyao met her gaze without flinching.

After thirty seconds of tense eye contact, Chi Yang asked again:
“Even if you didn’t drug me, you were there. You marked me. You must’ve wanted something in return, right?”

“What do you mean?” Pei Jiuyao asked.

“I mean—did you save any kind of… evidence from last night? A video, maybe? It was your villa, after all.”

Worried Pei Jiuyao might misunderstand, she added, “Or maybe… you have a habit of recording things.”

“I do not!” Pei Jiuyao nearly exploded—half-angry, half-wronged.

She’d never even held a girl’s hand off set before. Why should she take the fall for some sleazy Alpha?!

No way. She refused.

“There’s no footage. I swear.” She licked her canine tooth and added, “Besides, I was there too. Why would I…”

Chi Yang leaned back into the pillows and fell silent, her expression softening.

She picked up her phone, eyes still cool and clear as she glanced at Pei Jiuyao.

“Then let’s talk about the terms of our agreement.”