After Transmigrating into a Ridiculous Alpha, I Saved My Aloof Omega Wife (GL, ABO) - Chapter 3

Cheng Jianli walked all the way home. The place she lived wasn’t too far from school, a dilapidated tube-shaped apartment building in a narrow, cramped alley, shrouded in endless dimness. Pulling her school uniform collar higher, she slowly made her way inside.

The evening breeze brushed past the ends of her hair, lightly grazing the side of her face.

What had happened today inexplicably reminded Cheng Jianli of when she had run away from the countryside to attend high school. Her father had opposed it, her uncle had opposed it, even her cousin Zhang Siyuan—who was barely a few months older than her—had opposed it.

What’s the point of studying? You’d be better off going to work in a factory and earning money to buy your cousin a house.

Those were the exact words Cheng Jianli’s father had said to her before smashing a liquor bottle.

The tinted lens of gender discrimination was something Cheng Jianli had grown indifferent to over the years. She wouldn’t give up her education just because someone tried to stop her. Hongchuan No. 7 High School had sent her an acceptance letter—with tuition waived—and she was determined to go.

The night before she left, her grandmother had asked if she really wanted to study. Cheng Jianli had said yes.

When she was little, her father, steeped in his preference for sons over daughters, had spent his days drowning in alcohol, never paying her any attention. It was her grandmother who had raised her.

Her grandmother told her that she owned a tiny apartment in the city—bought back when her late husband was still alive—and quietly slipped Cheng Jianli the keys, telling her to live there.

And so, Cheng Jianli had come to the city and lived there alone.

She stepped through the door. The apartment was less than 30 square meters, but it was kept clean and tidy. More than once, Cheng Jianli had wanted to bring her grandmother to live with her, but the old woman refused, saying that if her father or uncle found out she still owned a property, they’d surely try to take it.

She was old. All she wanted was for Cheng Jianli to finish high school safely and without trouble.

Silently, Cheng Jianli walked into the cramped room and set down her backpack. As she lifted her arm, a red mark on her wrist became visible.

She had accidentally scraped it against the corner of the equipment room wall while backing away. Her skin was fair and delicate, prone to reddening at the slightest touch.

The incident in the equipment room made her think of Zhang Siyuan. Back then, he had been arrogant, domineering, lazy, and constantly mixed with shady people from outside school. He couldn’t stand studious students like Cheng Jianli and had gone out of his way to make trouble for her.

But Cheng Jianli wasn’t about to let it go. She pulled out a phone from under her pillow—another gift from her grandmother. It was old and outdated, only capable of calls and texts.

Saved in the contacts was the number for the school’s administrative office. After staring at it for a few seconds, she decided to call the teacher in charge.

Differentiation suppressants were strictly prohibited on campus. If that group had used them on her once, there was no guarantee they wouldn’t do it again. Cheng Jianli reported the incident clearly and in detail to the office, then rubbed her temples and set the phone down.

She tugged down the collar of her shirt, revealing a scent-blocking patch on the slender, pale nape of her neck.

Beneath the patch lay the gland unique to omegas, filled with sweet pheromones.

The truth was, Cheng Jianli had already presented long ago—she was an omega. But it was a secret, one no one else knew. To prevent her pheromones from leaking, she wore the patch every day and always kept her collar high.

Omegas faced heats, and if they accidentally released their scent, they could unconsciously attract many alphas. Even though the school’s omega protection policies were thorough, the fewer people who knew, the better.

There was less than a year left until the college entrance exams. Cheng Jianli didn’t want anything to distract her from that.

Cheng Jianli silently gazed at the ground, suddenly recalling the girl who had shielded her in the equipment room.

That girl was also fair-skinned, slightly taller than her, with her hair tied in a ponytail and exceptionally beautiful features.

But what was her name again? Jiang…

They had only met once and exchanged few words. After thinking for a while, Cheng Jianli realized she could only remember “Jiang” and nothing else.

She shook her head helplessly and took out today’s homework from her bag.

Jiang Residence.

Jiang Muyan had always been thick-skinned, capable of wheedling and clinging to anyone—even strangers she’d never met before.

Even after transmigrating into a novel, acting came effortlessly to her. Currently, she was hugging Lin Shu’s leg and wailing, “Waaah, Mom, you have to help me find a tutor!”

Lin Shu had been admiring her freshly done nails when she heard Jiang Muyan’s voice. She looked down at her daughter: “? What nonsense are you spouting now?” Then she added affectionately, “Oh, and don’t dirty the floor. The housekeeper went grocery shopping, and if it gets dirty, your dad will have to mop it again.”

Jiang Muyan: “…”

Jiang Huai was reading the newspaper nearby. He removed his gold-rimmed glasses and carefully wiped them with a cloth. “Don’t disturb your mother’s rest. If you have something to say, come talk to Dad.”

Jiang Muyan: “Dad, I want to hire a tutor. The monthly exams are in a month.”

Jiang Huai asked bluntly, “Are your grades that bad?”

Jiang Muyan replied shyly, “Bottom of the grade.”

Jiang Huai rubbed his temples. “If things don’t improve, we might as well send you abroad to study now…”

Hearing this, Lin Shu quickly sat up. “Don’t talk nonsense. She’s our only precious daughter. If we send her abroad, we won’t even get to see her.”

“I don’t want to go abroad. I want to transfer classes—to Class 2,” Jiang Muyan said, suddenly feeling a little bashful as Cheng Jianli’s face flashed through her mind. “After the monthly exams, there’s a chance to switch classes. I want to do well so it’ll be easier to make the request to the teacher, hehe.”

“Transferring classes? That’s nothing difficult. I’ll just call your principal,” Jiang Huai said, pulling out his phone. “Hello, Xiao Liu? Connect me to the principal of Hongchuan No. 7 High School. Ask them if they need a new laboratory building? Or maybe a gymnasium…”

The system had previously reminded Jiang Muyan that Hongchuan No. 7 High was a private school where most students came from well-off families—with the Jiang Group at the absolute pinnacle of the social hierarchy.

As for why Cheng Jianli could attend this school, the biggest reason was that the original novel’s author had given her a golden finger—plot convenience.

Namely, so she could attend the same school as the male lead, Zhang Siyuan, who was about to transfer in.

Cheng Jianli’s father and uncle had refused to let her attend high school, yet they were perfectly willing to let Zhang Siyuan enroll in this private school. Jiang Muyan had nearly rolled her eyes out of her skull when she read that part of the plot.

Though Lin Shu was in her forties, she had aged gracefully, her complexion akin to a woman in her thirties. She asked, “Isn’t Hongchuan No. 7 High’s curriculum the same across all classes? Why transfer?”

Jiang Muyan said earnestly, “I like Class 2’s learning atmosphere.”

Lin Shu: “…Sure you do.”

Jiang Huai swiftly handled the matter. “The principal said you can transfer, but paperwork is needed to move all your records to Class 2. It’ll probably take a few days.”

Jiang Muyan hadn’t expected it to be this easy. She had originally planned to wait until after the exams and make the request herself once her grades improved. Who knew Jiang Huai would settle it for her so quickly—thanks to the power of money.

Speaking of which, this family atmosphere was very similar to Jiang Muyan’s before she transmigrated into the book, so she adapted quickly.

“Thanks, Dad!” Jiang Muyan said contentedly.

Jiang Huai put on his glasses and, seeing Jiang Muyan still lingering, asked, “Is there something else?”

Jiang Muyan thought for a moment, then sat on the sofa with exaggerated seriousness. “Dad, does my voice sound any different to you?”

Jiang Huai: “No.”

Jiang Muyan took several deep breaths. “What about my breathing?”

Jiang Huai felt that today, it wasn’t her voice that was off, it was her brain. “…No.”

It seemed this hyperventilation issue really was only related to her wife.

Jiang Muyan clutched her chest. Sure enough, Cheng Jianli was her weakness. Even after transmigrating, she was still completely under her wife’s control.

After dinner, Jiang Muyan returned to her room.

Her room was spacious, with light blue floral wallpaper on all four walls and a plush white carpet covering the floor—clearly expensive—stretching all the way to the floor-to-ceiling window, beyond which a starry night sky twinkled.

She turned on the warm orange desk lamp and glanced at the small mirror on the desk. The reflection bore an eighty to ninety percent resemblance to her original appearance delicate features, fair skin, thin double eyelids, and even the same soft, wispy hair behind her ears.

She looked so much like her old self…

Jiang Muyan rubbed her cheeks, a happy smile tugging at her lips. Tomorrow, she’d get to see her wife at school again, and in a few days, she’d even be in the same class as Cheng Jianli. She was beyond thrilled.

At the thought, she flopped onto the bed and rolled around.

Her wife had looked absolutely stunning today. She liked her so, so much.

The next day, at Hongchuan Seventh High.

News of Jiang Muyan’s class transfer had already spread among Class 1—courtesy of Tang Yu, of course.

Though Jiang Muyan wasn’t the best student, she was extremely well-liked in Class 1. Many were reluctant to see her leave, especially Tang Yu, who had made a thousand yuan off her yesterday. Today, he was carrying her bag and massaging her shoulders, acting like the ultimate lackey.

“Young Mistress, are you really transferring to Class 2?” Tang Yu hugged Jiang Muyan’s backpack as they walked side by side down the hallway.

“Of course,” Jiang Muyan replied with utmost seriousness. “I never joke about things like this.”

“But why Class 2? What’s so great about it…”

As they chatted, they entered Class 1, only to be immediately swarmed by their classmates.

“Jiang Muyan! The Hongchuan forum is blowing up, did you know?” A brunette girl rushed up to her, excitement written all over her face.

“The forum?” Jiang Muyan was puzzled. “What happened?”

The system promptly activated, introducing each person in front of her.

Another girl held up her phone, equally animated. “You don’t know? The post has been trending since last night! It’s already eleven pages long!”

“Ahhh, the way you scolded people was so alpha! No wonder you’re going to present as an alpha!” The brunette girl, Luo Jiajia, was one of Jiang Muyan’s close friends.

“Let me see.” Jiang Muyan took Luo Jiajia’s phone, confused.

The screen displayed bold text: [Click to Watch Hongchuan Seventh High’s Top Alpha Roast Someone Live], followed by a red “HOT” symbol.

The Hongchuan forum was the school’s internal platform. Jiang Muyan had forums back in her own school days, but she hadn’t used them much.

Jiang Muyan clicked into the post and was surprised to find that the first photo was actually a scene from yesterday’s equipment room.

The most striking figure in the photo was Cheng Jianli. Her expression was calm, her eyelashes slightly lowered, and she looked exceptionally elegant and beautiful.

The photo was perfectly captured—Cheng Jianli’s skin appeared snow-white under the glow of the sunset, making her look flawless and soft.

Jiang Muyan excitedly looked up. Everyone thought she had noticed the video in the first post and the hilarious replies below, their eyes lighting up in anticipation. But instead, Jiang Muyan, completely missing the point, asked, “Who took this photo? Do you have the original? Send it to me, send it to me!”

Everyone: “…”

“Who else could’ve taken it from that close? It was Tang Yu, of course,” Luo Jiajia nudged Tang Yu’s arm. “He’s the OP.”

Jiang Muyan turned to Tang Yu, who immediately assumed she was angry. He hastily offered his phone with both hands, speaking in a guilty and fawning tone, “I just wanted to share the Young Miss’s heroic moment with everyone… just took a quick snap…”

Jiang Muyan immediately said, “Send it to me, thanks.”

Before transmigrating into this novel, her wife had never liked taking photos. In all their years together, aside from their wedding photos, the number of pictures they had could be counted on one hand.

Getting a photo of her wife was truly a rare opportunity.

“Aren’t you going to read the replies?” Luo Jiajia pointed at the post. “What happened in the equipment room yesterday reached the academic affairs office. This thread is wild.”

Jiang Muyan scrolled further down and saw a video link beneath the first photo.

1st floor: “Holy sh1t, using a differentiation syringe on campus? Is this guy insane?!”

2nd floor: “Poor class rep from Class 2 next door… just cleaning up some basketballs, what did he do to deserve this?”

3rd floor: “LMAO, waiting for him to get expelled. Using banned items on campus—even if the other person is an alpha, you can’t just do that… Though I wonder if Cheng Jianli will even differentiate into an alpha. Off-topic, has anyone seen her medical report?”

4th floor: “OMG, the Young Miss looks so cool when she’s scolding someone! I’m a guy! Roast me online!”

5th floor: “Are you out of your mind? Who are you calling ‘Young Miss’? (Doraemon shocked face.jpg)”

6th floor: “No idea about Cheng Jianli’s medical report, but Jiang Muyan’s says she’ll differentiate into an alpha. And the Jiang Corporation… tsk tsk, that guy must’ve hit his head too hard.”

7th floor: “Oh my god, Jiang Muyan is so alpha! My heart’s been sniped! If I change my medical report to omega now, is there still a chance?”

8th floor: “She’s out of your league. Forget about her, next. (dog head.jpg)”

9th floor: “Wait, the video in the first post is so HD. When did the equipment room get new cameras?”

10th floor: “They were replaced a while ago. The Jiang Corporation upgraded the whole school’s system. Oh, and by the way, we have a new lab building—her dad just donated it yesterday.”

11th floor: “Hold on… did no one notice that the class rep from Class 2 is kinda good-looking?”

12th floor: “Is Cheng Jianli being pretty some kind of secret?”

13th floor: “She’s the school belle. It’d be weird if she wasn’t pretty.”

14th floor: “Damn, her skin’s so fair. Can I pursue Cheng Jianli?”

15th floor: “Replying to 14th floor: That’s more likely to happen in your dreams.”

16th floor: “Wait, do Jiang Muyan and Cheng Jianli know each other? Why would Jiang Muyan suddenly go to the equipment room?”

17th floor: “Does Miss Jiang need to report her whereabouts to you? (dog head emoji.jpg)”

…

While browsing, Jiang Muyan diligently noted down all the IDs coveting her wife’s beauty in her little notebook.