After Transmigrating into a Ridiculous Alpha, I Saved My Aloof Omega Wife (GL, ABO) - Chapter 4

“By the way, what was the outcome for those three people?” Jiang Muyan remembered the main issue and turned to ask.

“All given probationary status with records in their files,” Tang Yu replied. “I heard their parents all came yesterday, trying to downplay the situation. But then someone directly called the academic affairs office, no one expected that.”

Jiang Muyan: “Who called the academic affairs office?”

Tang Yu: “No idea. The office protects student privacy, so they definitely wouldn’t reveal it.”

The moment Jiang Muyan heard this, her nerves instantly went on high alert.

What did this mean? Was there someone else secretly protecting her wife besides her?!

“Jiang Muyan, wanna go sing tonight?” Xu Yinghe slung an arm over Jiang Muyan’s shoulder. “Heard you’re transferring classes, you owe us a proper explanation.”

Still lost in the crisis of “someone might steal my wife,” Jiang Muyan had no idea the call to the academic affairs office had actually been made by Cheng Jianli. Only when Xu Yinghe repeated the question did she snap back to reality: “Transfer classes? Oh right, I am transferring…”

Xu Yinghe, Luo Jiajia, and the original host were close friends, the system had briefly explained this to her before.

“Really?” Luo Jiajia, the youngest of the trio, clung to Jiang Muyan’s arm. “You’re so cruel! What if the Class 1 students miss you?”

Jiang Muyan also found this dilemma troubling, so she patted Luo Jiajia’s shoulder and pointed at her phone screen. “If you miss me, just check this forum post, it has my photos.”

Luo Jiajia: “…”

After chatting a bit longer by the classroom door, the bell rang, and Jiang Muyan hurried back to her seat.

The first class was math. While highlighting key points, Jiang Muyan conversed with the system: “System, why didn’t I have an episode today?”

System: […]

Was this actually something to regret?

System: [Episodes triggered by hyperventilation-induced shock only occur when you’re emotionally agitated. If you wish to have one, feel free to get worked up though the system does not recommend it.]

Jiang Muyan frowned. “But I get super excited whenever I see my wife. What should I do?”

System: [Control yourself.]

Jiang Muyan grew even more agitated: “But I get excited in bed too! Does that mean I can’t do anything with my wife?!”

System: [Host, please calm down. The female lead isn’t by your side right now, and it’s unlikely you’ll progress to that stage so quickly.]

Jiang Muyan: “Says who? After she saw how incredibly cool, I was yesterday, I must’ve been permanently etched into her memory!”

System: [.]

Jiang Muyan: “? You don’t believe me?”

System: [Artificial intelligence cannot lie. Please refrain from posing overly difficult questions.]

During lunch break, Lin Shu called Jiang Muyan.

“What’s up, Mom? Why the call?” Jiang Muyan was at the school store with Luo Jiajia buying drinks. Both Class 1 and Class 2 had P.E. in the afternoon though taught by different teachers, there was a chance she might catch sight of Cheng Jianli on the field, which made her happy.

“You mentioned wanting a tutor yesterday. Mom was wondering what kind you’d prefer,” Lin Shu said. “Would an older, more experienced teacher be better?”

“No, no, no, Mom, please don’t find me just anyone. I don’t want some eccentric old tutor,” Jiang Muyan protested. She already had headaches about studying, and being forced to endure an unsuitable tutor would only make her give up entirely.

Besides, she had only studied to transfer classes now that her dad had already arranged it, what was the point of studying anymore?

Such rebellious thoughts were only heard by the system. Lin Shu remained unaware and instead asked, “Then what kind of tutor do you want? Uncle Liu has been running around agencies all day, don’t let his efforts go to waste.”

Jiang Muyan actually didn’t want a tutor anymore, but she had to play along. So, she casually listed her demands, “Fine, fine… Anyway, no old tutors, no male tutors. They have to be proficient in all subjects, not just specialize in one. And they have to have a good temper, I’m a precious flower of the motherland, so they can’t yell at me, much less pluck my leaves…”

Lin Shu: “…”

With demands like that, she might as well ask for the moon.

Jiang Muyan’s conditions were so strict that even Luo Jiajia, standing beside her, was stunned. After she hung up, Luo Jiajia asked, “Jiang Muyan, are you really serious about studying?”

“Of course,” Jiang Muyan answered absentmindedly, holding a bottle of sparkling water, Cheng Jianli’s favorite.

“That’s some dedication, even hiring a tutor,” Luo Jiajia marveled. “How’s your prep for the monthly exam going?”

Jiang Muyan, still preoccupied with delivering water to her “wife,” replied cheerfully, “Haven’t started, of course.”

Luo Jiajia: “…”

The two walked toward the back field.

The back field was spacious, its lawn recently renovated by the Jiang Group, making it perfect for exercise and sports.

The boys from Class 1 were playing soccer. Jiang Muyan scanned the crowd briefly before suddenly remembering something and asking the system, “System, isn’t the male lead also at Hongchuan Seventh High? Why haven’t I seen him?”

[According to the plot, the male lead, Zhang Siyuan, hasn’t transferred yet. He’ll arrive in about a month.]

“Since he’s just going to bully my wife when he gets here, can’t he just stay away?” Jiang Muyan grumbled.

[That’s just how classic romance novels work.]

“Which class will he transfer to?”

[Class 4.]

Jiang Muyan made a mental note. Just then, Luo Jiajia spotted something and tugged her arm. “Jiang Muyan, isn’t that the class rep from Class 2? The one you saved yesterday?”

Jiang Muyan turned and saw Cheng Jianli walking toward a tree.

Even in her school uniform, Cheng Jianli’s beauty was undeniable. She stood alone, an English book in hand—probably here to memorize vocabulary.

Using her lunch break to study that was her wife for you.

Jiang Muyan knew that before transmigrating, Cheng Jianli had held a Ph.D., managing her company while also being a key researcher at an institute specializing in AI and molecular medicine. The technical jargon was beyond Jiang Muyan’s understanding, but one thing was clear her wife was amazing.

Now, even in this novel world, Cheng Jianli’s personality and habits hadn’t changed much. She was still as studious as ever.

“Jiajia, can you do me a favor?” Jiang Muyan’s eyes were glued to her wife.

Luo Jiajia had a flair for humor and immediately clasped her hands in mock deference. “At your service, Young Miss.”

“Could you deliver this water for me?” Jiang Muyan handed a bottle of soda to Luo Jiajia, her face tinged with shyness. “Just say someone was worried she might be thirsty.”

Luo Jiajia got goosebumps from her behavior. “Who is she?”

Jiang Muyan replied, “Cheng Jianli.”

Luo Jiajia let out an exaggerated “Oh,” then asked in confusion, “Wait, are you two close?”

Jiang Muyan asked innocently, “In what way do you mean?”

Luo Jiajia: “…”

“Why don’t you deliver it yourself?” Luo Jiajia questioned.

Jiang Muyan said excitedly, “Help me test the waters. If she asks who sent it, tell her it’s Jiang Muyan.”

Luo Jiajia: “…You do realize your plan is terrible, right?”

“Please help me out,” Jiang Muyan pleaded, her coquettish tone impossible to resist.

Luo Jiajia thought her friend seemed unusually dim-witted today, but she went anyway. Hiding behind a tree, Jiang Muyan reassured herself that her crush would definitely remember her.

After all, yesterday, she had been so cool.

Confidence radiated from Jiang Muyan’s face, but before she could calm her racing heart, Luo Jiajia returned in less than two minutes.

Jiang Muyan: “?”

Luo Jiajia handed the water back. “She didn’t want it.”

Jiang Muyan panicked. “Why? Did you not tell her my name?”

Luo Jiajia looked exasperated. “I did.”

Jiang Muyan: “And then?”

Luo Jiajia: “She said she doesn’t know you.”

Jiang Muyan: “…”

How could this happen?

Luo Jiajia clasped her hands together. “Miss Jiang, can we not use such outdated methods to get someone’s attention?”

Under a tree in the back playground.

Cheng Jianli had just refused water from a girl and was now preparing to memorize vocabulary.

She often came here to study during lunch breaks, it was quiet, with few people, and sitting under the tree kept her cool despite the sun.

Cheng Jianli’s fair complexion seemed natural; no matter how much she was exposed to sunlight, she remained porcelain-pale.

Opening her English book, the first word was “ginger.” Suddenly, she recalled the girl mentioning a name earlier—something like Jiang… what?

Just then, her phone rang.

Cheng Jianli answered, “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Teacher Cheng?”

Cheng Jianli: “Yes.”

A warm breeze brushed against her cool, delicate profile, lifting the loose strands of hair by her ears. She seemed to blend into the tree behind her.

The caller kept talking without pause. Cheng Jianli stayed silent until they finished, then frowned slightly. “…I am more proficient in science subjects, but teaching a high school student would I be suitable?”

The voice on the other end was pleasant. “It’s a misunderstanding. You wouldn’t be acting as a formal teacher, just helping a fellow student with tutoring.”

“Tutoring?”

“Yes. A friend of mine, Hu Yue, recommended you. She said you’d definitely be able to help.”

Since starting high school, Cheng Jianli had worked as a tutor after school every day. She never asked her family for living expenses she relied solely on herself.

Hu Yue was a kind, elegant woman Cheng Jianli had met at a part-time job. She had helped find middle school students struggling with their studies. Under Cheng Jianli’s guidance, they all got into top high schools, and Cheng Jianli used the tutoring fees to support herself through senior year.

Now that Hu Yue wanted her to tutor a high schooler, she naturally wouldn’t refuse.

However, she had never tried tutoring high school students before.

“Teacher Cheng, how about meeting my child tonight first? We can discuss suitability later,” the other party said, noticing Cheng Jianli’s prolonged silence likely sensing her hesitation and added, “Don’t worry about safety, I’ll have Aunt Hu escort you to our home.”

Cheng Jianli relaxed slightly: “Alright then.”

The person responded: “Wonderful! Would 6 PM tonight work?”

Cheng Jianli: “That’s fine.”

Just as they were about to hang up after the brief conversation, the other party suddenly exclaimed: “Wait, Teacher Cheng, one more question…”

Cheng Jianli: “Please go ahead.”

The person cautiously asked: “Well… do you hit children?”

Cheng Jianli: “…”

The person said earnestly: “My child’s academic performance is extremely poor, bottom-of-the-grade level poor.”

“I don’t hit children,” Cheng Jianli replied after a moment’s thought, then added, “nor do I approve of corporal punishment in education. If they’re struggling academically, I can teach them.”

“That puts my mind at ease. I was just worried my child might be too unruly and upset you.”

“High school students are usually quite sensible. That shouldn’t happen,” Cheng Jianli said.

“My child… hehe,” the person gave an awkward laugh, “then we’ll see you tonight.”

Cheng Jianli gave an affirmative “Mm,” and this time the call truly ended.