Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? (GL) - Chapter 25.4
How did she even do this to herself?
“I’ll stay with you through your next heat,” Sui Yu mumbled, voice quiet and strained. “As payment for helping me apply this medicine.”
Shen Jueshu poured the medicinal oil into her palm, rubbed her hands together to warm it, then gently pressed it onto Sui Yu’s lower back.
“Tss—!”
Sui Yu hissed in pain, nearly tearing up. But with Shen Jueshu right behind her, she didn’t dare beg her to be more gentle. She was worried the woman would just drop the task altogether and walk off.
Noticing how Sui Yu had buried her face in her arms to muffle the pain, Shen Jueshu paused for a second—then quietly softened her touch. Still, she had to use a bit of pressure to properly massage out the bruise.
Her hands worked automatically, but her mind had drifted elsewhere.
If the woman in front of me isn’t the real Sui Yu…
Then where did the real one go?
Did she die?
Shen Jueshu’s brows furrowed slightly. She couldn’t understand why—after her rebirth—this kind of inexplicable thing would happen. Who exactly was this person now inhabiting Sui Yu’s body? And what had brought her here?
Meanwhile, Sui Yu had no idea that Shen Jueshu was starting to suspect her.
She was too busy gritting her teeth and silently kicking at the floor, trying to survive the torture that was “medicated massage.” Her back throbbed. Her legs twitched. Her dignity? Rapidly dwindling.
Once Shen Jueshu finished applying the oil, she stood up and left the room.
Sui Yu blinked. Wait—she just walked out?
Wasn’t she still technically in heat? What if it comes back while she’s gone? Isn’t she worried?!
But thankfully, Shen Jueshu returned quickly. Her expression was unreadable, which at least suggested she was still rational.
She brought up the medical kit, then silently set about tending to Sui Yu’s neck wound. With practiced ease, she disinfected it, applied ointment, and wrapped it in clean gauze.
Once she was done, Sui Yu looked noticeably less like someone who had just survived a werewolf attack.
That entire process, however, left Sui Yu utterly stunned. She had assumed Shen Jueshu helping with her back was already the full extent of her grace.
But now she was doing her neck too?!
“Do you… want me to treat yours?” Sui Yu asked, pointing at the red mark on Shen Jueshu’s neck.
The wound wasn’t deep, but it looked raw and painful.
She had been careful when she bit—but clearly, not careful enough.
Shen Jueshu gave her a cold, sideways glance. Then she took the medical kit to the dressing table, sat down, and started tending to her own wound without saying a word.
Seeing this, Sui Yu fell silent too.
She figured Shen Jueshu probably thought she talked too much.
Once both of them were patched up, each of their necks now bore a loop of white gauze.
Sui Yu looked at the matching bandages—and for some reason, felt the urge to laugh.
They looked… ridiculous.
“Do you think… other people’s markings go like this too?” Sui Yu asked suddenly.
After all, if everyone ended up bloodied and bandaged, wasn’t this process just too brutal? Being marked wasn’t necessarily a good thing to begin with—now add injuries to the mix? Absolutely tragic.
Shen Jueshu gave her a sharp look. Her lips curled into a frigid smile.
“What, our grand and flirtatious President Sui doesn’t know? Haven’t you marked enough Omegas to answer that yourself?”
Alphas like her—always hanging out in high-end clubs and private lounges—it would be unbelievable if she hadn’t marked anyone before.
But the moment the words left her lips, Shen Jueshu faltered.
Because she remembered—if this wasn’t the real Sui Yu, then of course she hadn’t done any of that. And if she hadn’t, then she really wouldn’t know what a normal marking was like.
Meanwhile, Sui Yu was actually deep in thought.
Would the original host have marked any Omegas? Maybe to keep up appearances?
She couldn’t help but imagine the nightmare scenario: some Omega showing up out of nowhere one day, saying they’d been marked by “Sui Yu” …
She’d never be able to explain her way out of it.
Since the original seemed to be close to Jiang Siyue, maybe she’d try probing for clues there later.
“Others aren’t like this,” Shen Jueshu suddenly said, her voice abrupt and a little stiff as she averted her gaze.
She didn’t even know why she regretted saying it.
Didn’t know why she’d bothered answering the question at all.
Even if this wasn’t the real Sui Yu, she was still in Sui Yu’s body.
And if—one day—that person left… would the real Sui Yu come back?
Her expression turned cold.
It didn’t matter whether it was possible or not—she needed to be prepared.
She wouldn’t allow any unforeseen variable to destroy everything she’d worked for. No matter what.
Originally, Sui Yu had been happy that she responded at all. But as she watched Shen Jueshu’s warmth vanish into that familiar icy distance, she shut her mouth with a sigh. Shen Jueshu was like weather in the highlands—sunshine one moment, frost the next.
Eventually, Shen Jueshu took the bed. Sui Yu remained curled up on the couch.
Every time she sensed Shen Jueshu’s pheromones stir in agitation, she’d quietly release her own to calm her. Thankfully, the book hadn’t lied—an Alpha’s scent worked better than suppressants.
For three whole days, neither of them left the room.
Food was left outside by Jiang Siyue, and Shen Jueshu—during her lucid spells—would quietly bring it in.
But what Sui Yu found most awkward wasn’t the scent control or the close quarters. It was showering.
Because she couldn’t leave the room, she had to bathe here. And with her back injury still nagging—despite Alpha regeneration—she moved like an elderly woman. Every shower took ages, and every time, she’d yell apologies from the bathroom:
“Sorry, I’m slow!”
“Sorry, almost done!”
“Sorry—don’t be annoyed, okay?”
After all, Shen Jueshu helping her apply medicine was already enough to leave her flustered—it wasn’t like she’d help her wash.
But every time Sui Yu’s apologetic voice rang out, Shen Jueshu would feel irritated to death.
What gave this woman the impression she was annoyed? And didn’t she realize how noisy she was?
Yet… Shen Jueshu never told her to stop.
She just put on her headphones and focused on work, drowning out every word.
In the end, the three days passed without incident.
With Sui Yu’s help, Shen Jueshu weathered her heat cycle relatively calmly. But what worried her now wasn’t the pheromone imbalance—it was the marking.
Being marked meant Sui Yu could influence her heats with her pheromones—could even subtly manipulate her into becoming more emotionally dependent.
That alone was enough to put Shen Jueshu on edge.
So far, Sui Yu hadn’t shown any signs of trying to control her. In fact, she’d behaved quite fairly. And, fortunately, she had also marked Sui Yu, meaning she could counterbalance that influence.
Still, future heats would be harder to manage.
A single suppressant wouldn’t cut it anymore.
Now that the heat was over, Sui Yu wasn’t about to hang around any longer.
She hadn’t slept well, eaten properly, or moved without pain for three days straight. All she wanted now was to crawl into her own bed and pass out cold.
The moment she stepped out of Shen Jueshu’s room, she bumped into Jiang Siyue—who was standing there with a tray of food.
Jiang Siyue froze on the spot.
Her eyes landed on Sui Yu’s neck—wrapped in gauze—and her entire brain short-circuited.
“You… You were marked by Sister Shen?” she asked, voice stammering, tone somewhere between disbelief and horror.
The faint, frosty scent clinging to Sui Yu only confirmed it.
Though Omegas could mark Alphas, very few Alphas ever accepted it. Being marked meant they’d lose sensitivity to other Omegas’ pheromones. Even their… ahem… physical pleasure response was skewed—only the one who marked them would feel truly satisfying.
So unless the Alpha was head-over-heels…
They wouldn’t allow it.
Even the most famous “wife-pampering Alpha” on the net hadn’t allowed his Omega to mark him.
“Yeah. I got marked,” Sui Yu replied flatly, her tone calm.
She had processed it over the last three days and come to terms with it. She’d marked Shen Jueshu too. Fair was fair.
Why get hung up over it?
“If we divorce, I’ll get it removed.”
Jiang Siyue: “…”
“…You know your market value just tanked, right?” she finally muttered.
A marked Alpha was damaged goods. The first to get rejected on the dating scene.
Sui Yu: “…”
She wasn’t a product on a shelf!
With a sigh, she waved Jiang Siyue off. “I’m going to bed.”
She turned to shuffle back to her room, body sore and stiff.
Jiang Siyue watched her go, her jaw slowly dropping open.
What the hell did they do in there?!
Sui Yu looked like she could barely walk straight!
This wasn’t just “passion” anymore—this was warfare. Had they… had they really gone that far?
Good heavens.
Even beasts had more restraint.