Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? (GL) - Chapter 5

Upon hearing Shen Jueshu’s question, cold sweat broke out across Sui Yu’s back.

She had no idea how to answer.

Tell her the truth—that she wasn’t the original “scummy Alpha” Sui Yu, but someone from another world who had transmigrated into this body? That kind of absurd explanation… would she believe it? Especially with how suspicious and unpredictable Shen Jueshu was now, wouldn’t she just think it was some elaborate lie?

Or worse—would she cut her open and study her like some kind of lab rat?

But if she claimed she was the original Sui Yu, wouldn’t she be painting herself as a perfect target for revenge?

Sui Yu clenched her teeth, stared into Shen Jueshu’s dark eyes, and forced herself to stay calm. “What are you talking about? It’s only been three days and you don’t recognize me anymore?”

There’s still time to fix this, she thought. If she could catch things early—before worse events happened—maybe she could still change the outcome. If she handed over everything she could as compensation, and kept her distance from Shen Jueshu afterward, perhaps they could avoid the worst of what was to come.

After all, surely one forced marriage wasn’t enough to deserve a lifetime in a basement… right?

Shen Jueshu let out a cold smile, lips curving with disdain. “Can I have a vial of your bl00d?”

Sui Yu: “…”

Thank god she didn’t confess just now. Shen Jueshu was already suspicious enough to demand bl00d for testing. If she had actually admitted she was a different person, she might’ve been dragged off to a lab!

“…Fine,” she agreed. Honestly, she was curious too—had her body changed in any measurable way since she arrived?

While Shen Jueshu called a doctor to take the sample, Sui Yu picked up the pen and quickly signed the contract. Once she was done, she put her own copy away, shot Shen Jueshu a cold glare, and said, “Just make sure the dividends hit my account on time.”

She wasn’t asking for much anymore—just for Shen Jueshu to stick to the terms of the deal.

Shen Jueshu raised an eyebrow. “Weren’t you the one who said you wouldn’t sign?”

Sui Yu rolled her eyes. “You actually believe what a woman says in anger?”

She stood up and rubbed her face, exhaustion setting in again. “I’m going to sleep. When the doctor gets here, just take the bl00d. Don’t bother waking me up.”

Shen Jueshu watched her retreating figure, her expression unreadable. She picked up the contract and glanced at the signature, her brows slightly furrowing.

The handwriting… was exactly the same.

Sui Yu didn’t know it yet, but if she had, she’d be shocked too. Was it even possible to replicate someone’s handwriting so perfectly without any conscious imitation?

—

When the doctor arrived, Shen Jueshu led her into the bedroom. Looking at the sleeping form of Sui Yu—completely defenseless—Shen Jueshu’s emotions grew complicated. Ever since her rebirth, Sui Yu’s changes had been too many, too fast, and she couldn’t keep up.

“After drawing the bl00d, treat her injuries too,” Shen Jueshu said.

The doctor glanced at her in surprise, but nodded without commenting. She had noticed the large bruised bump on Sui Yu’s forehead upon entering and had assumed they had fought. But on second thought, it didn’t make sense.

Shen Jueshu looked pristine—not a hair out of place. But Sui Yu looked like someone had slammed her face into the floor. If this had been a fight, and an Omega like Shen Jueshu had done this to an Alpha…

That would be seriously pathetic.

After the bl00d was drawn and the wound treated, Sui Yu still didn’t wake up—evidence of how deeply she was sleeping.

By the time Sui Yu woke up again, the sky outside had already darkened. Distant lights dotted the horizon like scattered stars.

She sat up slowly. After this long, heavy sleep, her body felt completely restored. All discomfort was gone, and she couldn’t help but marvel—So this is an Alpha’s recovery rate? Incredible.

She touched her forehead. It was still slightly swollen, but far better than before she went to sleep.

Alone in this unfamiliar world, night falling outside, a wave of silent loneliness surged through her like a tide. She sat on the edge of the bed, blankly staring at the sheets.

She had always believed that someone like her—solitary, independent—could survive in any world. Especially a fantasy world like this one, something she had dreamed of.

But the moment she truly lived it, she realized just how out of place she was.

She felt like a drifting water lily—rootless, untethered.

Even in her old world, no matter how much she disliked it, there were still warm moments: classmates, teachers, colleagues. She had connections. She had context. She never felt like she was floating.

But here, aside from Shen Jueshu, she didn’t know anyone. Her understanding of the world was limited to the few fragments described by the author.

And in this moment, one harsh truth hit her—

She had no idea what she was supposed to do here.

Sui Yu flopped backward onto the bed, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

So… she wasn’t as much of a “deadbeat” as she’d thought.

For a long time, she believed she was someone without goals, without ambition—a true couch potato. But now, having been dropped into this world and given the chance to live like that… she was already feeling restless.

Her gaze sharpened.

She recalled how the novel had mentioned that even though suppressants could help with heat cycles, long-term use came with serious side effects—such as pheromone disruption, and in more severe cases, permanent imbalance.

If she was going to live in this world long-term, suppressants were non-negotiable.

And if existing suppressants were this flawed, wouldn’t it make perfect sense for her to develop a new version—something safer, more stable?

She suddenly chuckled.

Coming to this world did have its perks—namely, money. With money came freedom. She could fund any research project she wanted without worrying about grants or bureaucracy.

No more groveling for resources.

She sat up. Time to get to work.

But there was a problem. She was new to this world. If she wanted to build a lab from scratch, she’d need help—specifically from Shen Jueshu.

She didn’t want to use any of the original Alpha’s trusted aides. According to the novel, they were all cut from the same rotten cloth—greedy, toxic opportunists. Associating with them would make it impossible for her to ever clean her name.

Now… new issue. Her phone was smashed. What was Shen Jueshu’s number again?

Suddenly, she remembered the contract she signed earlier. She grabbed it, flipped through the pages—and there it was: Shen Jueshu’s contact information.

She smiled. At least that signature was good for something.

After asking the hotel front desk to buy her a new phone, she inserted her old SIM card and immediately dialed the number.

“Hello.” Shen Jueshu’s cold voice came through the receiver.

Sui Yu had meant to say something else, but her brain jammed. Instead, what came out was: “Uh… do you know where our wedding house is?”

She couldn’t exactly live in a hotel forever. And frankly, she didn’t even know where the original Sui Yu’s home was.

Shen Jueshu: “…”

She recalled the media coverage about how much effort Sui Yu had poured into preparing their wedding home. And now this same person couldn’t even remember the address?

She hung up the call.

Sui Yu stared at the disconnected screen, not expecting much—but a moment later, a message came in.

An address.

She couldn’t help but smile. Okay, so she’s not entirely heartless. But then again, considering she’d refused to give her a suppressant during her heat… yeah, maybe now wasn’t the right time to ask for her help with anything big.

She followed the address and took a taxi, surprised to find the location deep in the suburbs—halfway up a hillside. As the car wound along mountain roads, she silently marveled: The original Sui Yu really was rich.

But what caught her even more off guard was the light glowing inside the villa.

Her heart skipped.

Was Shen Jueshu here?

For a moment, she hesitated. If they were living under the same roof, wouldn’t that mean constant interaction? Wouldn’t her very presence serve as a daily reminder of what the original Sui Yu had done to her?

She felt a bit sour. Maybe I should go back to the hotel…

But before she could even finish debating, the front door swung open.

Shen Jueshu’s cool voice floated out. “Are you planning to stand there all night?”

Sui Yu: “…”

She gritted her teeth. Fine. I’ll move out later.

She stepped inside and saw Shen Jueshu working at the kitchen island, focused and efficient. Sui Yu couldn’t help but admire her—someone that self-disciplined and driven was bound to succeed at anything.

“Where do you sleep?” she asked.

Shen Jueshu glanced over. Seeing how much better Sui Yu looked, even she started to envy Alpha recovery rates.

“End of the hall, second floor, left side.”

“Oh.” Sui Yu nodded and then deliberately chose a room on the opposite end of the house, as far from Shen Jueshu as possible.

After a quick unpack, she came back downstairs and saw that Shen Jueshu was still immersed in work. Sui Yu sat across from her, hesitating on how to begin.

“Say it,” Shen Jueshu said, her eyes never leaving the screen.

“…Since we’re living together now, shouldn’t we set some ground rules?” Sui Yu asked.

At that, Shen Jueshu finally looked up, expression cold and unreadable. “Go on.”

Sui Yu cleared her throat. “From now on, we keep out of each other’s business. That’s all I ask.”

Shen Jueshu narrowed her eyes slightly, studying her. “You went through all that trouble to force me into marriage… just for this?”

If that were true, then Sui Yu must really have something wrong with her brain.

“I already told you—I want a divorce. I regret forcing you into this marriage!” Sui Yu said, feigning the tone of someone who had seen the light. “I wasn’t thinking clearly. I thought what I felt was love. But at the wedding, I calmed down and realized it wasn’t love at all—just something I imagined. A marriage without love is a sandcastle. One gust of wind, and it’s gone.”

She’d pieced together this little speech using years of clichés from TV shows and novels. Now, she was just playing the role of the impulsive fool who had finally come to her senses and refused to make things worse.

Sure, it sounded kind of scummy…

Shen Jueshu’s expression flickered. She looked at Sui Yu—at her regretful, serious face—and found herself unsure whether to believe her or not.

Was this the truth?

Or just another scheme?

Sui Yu caught a glimpse of her expression out of the corner of her eye, then quickly added, “You said before that we can’t get divorced yet. Fine. But if you meet someone you like, don’t worry about me. Do what you want. Just one condition: don’t bring them home.”

She said it so generously, as if she didn’t care at all if Shen Jueshu cheated—just so long as it wasn’t in front of her.

Shen Jueshu: “…”

Still getting no reply, Sui Yu continued, “As for me, you don’t have to worry. I won’t mess around outside. You can relax.”

In truth, she’d never been in love before—and didn’t expect to fall for anyone in this world either.

But she remembered the novel clearly: though it focused heavily on Shen Jueshu’s revenge arc, it didn’t completely lack romance.

Later on, Shen Jueshu would meet her destined Alpha.