After Transmigrating Into a Book, I Was Forced to Play the Role of a Scumbag Alpha (GL) - Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Fireworks burst outside, and the little girl, nestled in Shen Hanzhi’s arms, fell asleep. The Spring Festival Gala played on the TV.

Shen Hanzhi kissed the little girl’s forehead and gently carried Little Rabbit back to her room.

The new year arrived, and her Little White Rabbit would soon turn 20.

After the New Year, the little girl rested for a few days. In early February, Shen Hanzhi sent her to a tutoring center for classes.

It was the little girl’s first time attending classes with others, and she felt excited from the moment she woke up.

Shen Hanzhi helped Little Rabbit pack her schoolbag and took her to class early.

The little girl woke at six, still sleepy, her face resting in Shen Hanzhi’s arms with her eyes half-closed.

Shen Hanzhi held the little girl, feeling a bit sorry for her, but thought experiencing this would be good.

“Little Jin, we’re almost there. There’s a dorm for napping at noon. I’ll pick you up after school,” Shen Hanzhi coaxed softly.

“Okay, I’ll wait for Sister,” Little Rabbit replied softly.

Shen Hanzhi rubbed the little girl’s face and smiled. “Go on, Little Rabbit.”

Shen Hanzhi adjusted the little girl’s clothes, opened the car door, and watched Little Rabbit enter the school.

The tutoring center was expensive, attended by many wealthy Nandu City families sending their kids for exam prep. Shen Hanzhi enrolled the little girl in the basic prep class. Advanced courses weren’t necessary since it had been less than a year. Shen Hanzhi thought passing the vocational college entrance score would already be impressive.

The little girl held her registration slip, which listed her class and seat. She searched and found her classroom on the second floor, her seat in the second row by the window. An omega, who looked even younger, already sat there.

The little girl walked to her seat, put down her bag, and the girl noticed Wen Jin, smiling and greeting, “Hi, I’m Fu Yumeng. Nice to meet you.”

“Hi, I’m Wen Jin,” the little girl replied with a smile.

“Which school did you go to before? Did your parents sign you up for this prep class?” Fu Yumeng asked chattily.

The little girl smiled and answered, “I never went to school. Teachers taught me at home. My parents didn’t send me—my wife did.”

Fu Yumeng’s interest piqued. “You have a wife? Are you an adult?”

“Yes, I’ll be 20 in a few months,” Wen Jin said with a smile.

“That’s great. I don’t even have a girlfriend. Are you good at studying?” Fu Yumeng asked.

Wen Jin shook her head humbly. “Not really. My wife says it’s fine as long as I pass the vocational college line.”

“Sister, your wife is so nice. I’m a slacker too. We’re fated to be desk mates. I just want to pass vocational college too,” Fu Yumeng said with a smile.

Classes soon started, focusing on practice questions—one session solving, one session reviewing.

The little girl worked diligently on her questions. Fu Yumeng didn’t. She solved questions for half the class, then secretly read a comic book. The teachers here were lenient, only reminding about discipline, ignoring students playing under the desk.

The little girl finished a whole test paper while her desk mate read comics. When class ended, she sighed in relief and stretched.

Curious, she leaned over and asked, “What are you reading? You barely did any questions.”

“Well, I don’t get math much. Doing questions feels like reading gibberish. Might as well read comics. You must understand this stuff, right?” Fu Yumeng whispered, pointing to her comic book.

Since living with Shen Hanzhi, the little girl rarely watched dramas, let alone comics. She glanced curiously at the book’s cover.

A girl was lifting another girl’s chin for a kiss. The image was bold, and the little girl’s ears reddened. She whispered, “What’s this?”

“It’s a comic book. You’ve never seen one? It’s so fun,” Fu Yumeng said, her eyes bright, pushing the book toward Wen Jin.

The little girl shook her head, flipped through a few pages curiously, then widened her eyes. “This is?”

Fu Yumeng quickly gestured for silence and tugged Wen Jin’s arm. “Good stuff. Don’t let others know. You’re married, so you must get this.”

Wen Jin’s pupils shook. She understood nothing. She only knew kissing cheeks and leaving hickeys—basic stuff. Sister treated her like a kid. The comic’s images made her blush instantly.

“I don’t really get it. My wife is very pure. We haven’t done this,” the little girl whispered, ears red, defending herself.

“What? You’re pure love warriors? Impressive. I still recommend reading this. It’s thrilling. If you want, I’ll lend it to you. I’m done with it,” Fu Yumeng said generously, pushing the comic toward Wen Jin.

Wen Jin guiltily covered the comic with an English book and whispered to Fu Yumeng, “Okay, I’ll read it and return it tomorrow. Thanks.”

“No problem. We’re desk mates, so it’s fate. I have tons more. If you like it, I’ll bring others tomorrow,” Fu Yumeng said warmly.

The little girl replied shyly, “I’ll read this one first. You can read during class?”

“What’s the big deal? I’m an adult. Plus, the teachers here don’t care like school ones do. I have time to read,” Fu Yumeng said with a smile.

“What about the college entrance exam?” the little girl asked seriously.

“For the exam, my goal’s like yours—pass vocational college. My sister handles the family, so I just eat and drink. Which college are you aiming for?” Fu Yumeng asked curiously.

“I’m aiming for Nandu City Agricultural Vocational College. I grow stuff at home,” the little girl said earnestly.

“Your wife’s okay with that? She’s so nice, supporting your hobbies,” Fu Yumeng said with a smile.

“Of course. My Sister is the best.”

“I’ll just pick any local vocational college. My parents won’t say much,” Fu Yumeng rambled on.

For other classes she understood, Fu Yumeng studied diligently.

At noon, the little girl, Fu Yumeng, and a few other omegas ate in the cafeteria. Wen Jin found it novel and ate happily.

Fu Yumeng was pickier, mixing chicken feet with her rice.

Some male alphas from the next table tried to chat, sitting nearby.

A glasses-wearing, buzz-cut boy ate a few bites, smiled at Wen Jin’s group, and introduced himself, “Hi, I’m Xiao Yu. My family’s the biggest timber supplier in Nandu City.”

The little girl glanced at him, kept eating, starving after morning classes. Timber supplier? Was that impressive?

Fu Yumeng looked at Xiao Yu like he was an idiot. “You introduce yourself like that? Just say your name. Why mention what your family does?”

Her family was Nandu City’s biggest real estate developer, and she didn’t brag. What was Xiao Yu boasting about?

Xiao Yu’s bright smile froze. His friend quickly smoothed things over. “Xiao Yu’s a bit clueless. Don’t mind him. He’s nice. Hi, I’m Zhao Tianhang.”

The omegas nodded curtly. Fu Yumeng, raised in wealth, knew social cues early. Flaunting family status to flirt didn’t impress her.

Wen Jin ate on her own. Without Sister to cuddle for a noon nap, she felt listless.

Xiao Yu’s gaze lingered on Wen Jin. Seeing her down, he tried to make conversation. “Classmate, are you feeling okay?”

Wen Jin, seeing he was talking to her, shook her head politely. “I’m fine.”

“What’s your name? Can we be friends?” Xiao Yu asked with his signature smile.

Fu Yumeng rolled her eyes. “She’s Wen Jin, and she’s married. Stop hitting on her.”

“No way! You can’t just say that, Fu,” Xiao Yu said, looking at Wen Jin.

Wen Jin nodded. “She’s right. I’m married. My wife dropped me off this morning.”

Xiao Yu looked deflated, still skeptical. “That’s too wild. I don’t believe it.”

“Believe what you want. Our Little Jin’s wife is great to her and respects her hobbies. Let’s eat and nap. I’m exhausted,” Fu Yumeng said, eating quickly.

The omegas finished lunch and went to the dorms together. The accommodations were nice, with double rooms. Wen Jin and Fu Yumeng shared one.

Fu Yumeng asked eagerly, “Little Jin, did you bring the comic? Want to read now?”

Wen Jin shook her head, ears red. “I’ll read it at home.”

She was too shy to read it in front of others.

“Alright, let’s sleep. The teacher’s lecturing made me drowsy,” Fu Yumeng said, burying herself in her pillow.

The little girl thought about her morning, feeling happy. Was this school? Learning in class, chatting with classmates after? She was starting to like it. The only downside was not seeing Sister for so long.

She covered herself with the blanket and drifted off.

The afternoon and evening were filled with practice questions and reviews. The little girl’s brain felt mushy. Some back-row students played on their phones, but she thought of Sister paying for her classes and didn’t want to waste money, so she listened attentively. The teachers had a good impression of her.

After school, she and Fu Yumeng were already close. Xiao Yu tried to talk again, but Fu Yumeng blocked him.

“I told you she’s married. Stop being a leech,” Fu Yumeng said.

“Who’s a leech? Can’t I make friends?” Xiao Yu argued.

The little girl saw someone standing by a car, ran over, leaving Xiao Yu and Fu Yumeng puzzled.

Shen Hanzhi caught the Little Rabbit who threw herself into her arms, smiling as she rubbed her head.

Little Rabbit whined, burying herself in Shen Hanzhi’s arms. “Sister, I missed you so much.”

“I missed my Little Rabbit too. Tired? I got you hot milk tea,” Shen Hanzhi said, handing her a cup with a straw.

Little Rabbit offered the milk tea to Shen Hanzhi’s lips. “Sister, you first.”

“Good, my Little Rabbit is so sweet,” Shen Hanzhi said, rubbing her head, sipping the sweet milk tea.

The little girl then drank obediently.

As Shen Hanzhi led Little Rabbit to the car, Xiao Yu snapped out of it and asked Fu Yumeng, “Who’s that female alpha?”

“Probably Little Jin’s wife. So doting. No wonder Little Jin loves her,” Fu Yumeng said, fangirling.

Other omegas discussed the female alpha leaning on the Maybach.

“Such a pretty sister. Is she picking someone up?”

“Look, Wen Jin from our class went to her.”

“So doting. Is she Wen Jin’s sister?”

“Maybe. Let’s ask Wen Jin for her number tomorrow.”

Fu Yumeng tsked. That wasn’t doting a sister—it was doting a wife. Asking Wen Jin for her wife’s number? She’d be so jealous.

Shen Hanzhi held the little girl, watching her sip milk tea, her heart melting. She rubbed Little Rabbit’s head. “Little Jin, tired today?”

The little girl whined, nuzzling into Shen Hanzhi’s arms. “A bit. All day was tests and reviews. Sister, don’t worry. I’ll study hard and not waste your money.”

Shen Hanzhi pinched Little Rabbit’s cheek and smiled. “Little money-obsessed rabbit, your health is most important, then happiness, then studying. We’re not short on money. I just want you to experience the outside world.”

“Yes, my desk mate is great. She talks a lot and reads extracurricular books in class,” the little girl said with a smile.

“Good, as long as she’s nice. She can keep my Little Rabbit company these months,” Shen Hanzhi said, kissing her cheek with a smile.

“Sister, an annoying alpha talked to me today. I said I have a wife,” the little girl whined.

“Don’t mind those pests. If anyone bullies you, call me,” Shen Hanzhi said softly.

The little girl nodded firmly, nuzzling Shen Hanzhi playfully.

Back home, Little Rabbit showered quickly. While Shen Hanzhi was still showering, she secretly took the comic from her bag, hid it under an English book, and sneakily flipped through it.

After two pages, Little White Rabbit’s face flushed. This was much bolder than dramas, starting with indescribable scenes in vivid, detailed color illustrations.

She stared, as if a new world opened. Soon, she felt hot.

Minutes later, the hairdryer sounded in the bathroom. She quickly hid the comic, whined, and rolled into a ball on the bed. Why could comic girlfriends do so much, while she and Sister only kissed cheeks and left hickeys? She didn’t understand.

Shen Hanzhi came out and saw Little Rabbit rolled into a long bundle with the blanket, looking cuter.

She pinched Little Rabbit’s cheek and smiled. “Little Rabbit waiting long? I haven’t seen you all day. Let me hug my Little Rabbit.”

Shen Hanzhi pulled Little Rabbit from the blanket and hugged her. Little Rabbit whined in her arms, wanting to ask about the comic but too shy to speak.

Hearing Little Rabbit’s purring sounds, Shen Hanzhi kissed her forehead and laughed. “Why’s my Little White Rabbit making these noises?”

“Missed Sister,” Little Rabbit whined, rolling into Shen Hanzhi’s arms, clingier than usual.

Looking at the soft Little Rabbit, Shen Hanzhi steeled herself, picked a trivial issue to make the little girl cry, then quickly comforted her. It was past ten after her shower, and she didn’t want to delay Little Rabbit’s rest.

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but Little Rabbit seemed to cry faster now, almost anticipating her scolding. It made Shen Hanzhi feel guiltier—Little Rabbit was too cooperative.

After comforting Little Rabbit, Shen Hanzhi held her as they slept. Before six, like countless parents, Shen Hanzhi set an alarm to wake Little Rabbit. She was so sleepy her eyes barely opened, only fully waking after washing up.

Shen Hanzhi dropped the little girl at school, then had the driver take her to the company. Without her soft Little White Rabbit at home, it felt boring, so she went to work and caught slackers.

When the little girl arrived, Fu Yumeng was there. Fu Yumeng winked, whispering with a smile, “So, Little Jin? Was my comic useful? How was last night with your wife?”

The little girl’s ears turned red. “Nothing happened. We showered, and it was almost 11. Sister hugged me and slept early.”

“You didn’t try anything?” Fu Yumeng looked at Wen Jin, disappointed.

The little girl shook her head. “The comic’s clear, but Sister only kisses my cheeks. I didn’t dare kiss her last night, scared she’d get mad.”

“Why didn’t you kiss her? I watched you two yesterday when she picked you up. Trust me, kiss her. With how she looks at you, if she doesn’t like you, come find me.”

Fu Yumeng, frustrated, continued, “Her eyes scream she’s crazy about you. The only reason she’s not closer is probably to not distract you from exams. She must love you so much, holding back for your studies. Wuwuwu, she’s perfect. I’m obsessed.”

The little girl leaned toward Fu Yumeng. “Really?”

“Definitely. I’ve shipped CPs for years. Other things can lie, but eyes can’t,” Fu Yumeng said firmly.

The little girl almost believed her—Sister loved her so much she was holding back.

“Listen to me. Try kissing tonight. Don’t change too much and scare her,” Fu Yumeng advised eagerly.

The little girl nodded and looked at Fu Yumeng. “Yumeng, sorry, I haven’t finished your comic yet.”

“No big deal. I have tons. Ask for more when you’re done,” Fu Yumeng said, pulling out a small steel box from under the desk, full of comics.

“Look, some are collector’s editions. I got some from overseas. You’ll love them,” Fu Yumeng said with a smile, locking the box to avoid others seeing.

During class, the little girl studied diligently, though she struggled with high school math, scoring around 50 on tests, depending on luck with multiple-choice—60 if lucky, 40 if not.

After the first class, the little girl stood and stretched. Several omegas from class approached.

“Wen Jin, was the sister who picked you up yesterday your sister? She’s so pretty. Can we get her contact?”

“Yeah, her legs are long and straight, hands too. I want her WeChat.”

“Me too. When she touched your head, I was so jealous. Being her sister must be so fun.”

With each word, Wen Jin’s face grew colder. Great, Sister just picked her up, and people were after her. Sister was her wife—legally!

Wen Jin’s expression cooled as she scanned the group. “No way. Sister’s my wife. I can’t give you her contact.”

“What? So protective of your sister? Scared she’ll get a girlfriend? That’s a lame excuse.”

“Yeah, pick a better reason.”

“Fine, we’ll ask her ourselves tonight.”

Unable to get answers, they returned to their seats, annoyed.

Fu Yumeng leaned toward Wen Jin and laughed. “Jealous? You and your wife are so perfect, so into each other. It’s my first time shipping a CP up close. I’m a bit excited.”

Seeing Wen Jin upset about the girls wanting Shen Hanzhi’s contact, she comforted her. “Relax, your wife’s eyes are only for you. No need to worry.”

Hearing Fu Yumeng, Wen Jin felt better. She decided to rush to Sister’s car after school, not letting others ogle her. Sister was hers!

“Definitely. My wife loves me most,” the little girl said huffily.

Classmates thought Wen Jin was joking. Commercial marriages happened early, but usually after exams, not before.

The little girl angrily worked on questions, thinking how to show them Sister was hers, not some relative’s sister—her wife. Thinking this, she solved English reading comprehension faster than usual.