Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? (GL) - Chapter 9

That night, Shen Jueshu came home unusually late—and she reeked of alcohol. The sharp scent clung to her like a second skin, mixing with her usual faint fragrance and making it stronger, more intoxicating. Her eyes, always so cold and distant, were now slightly hazy.

The house was quiet. Only Sui Yu was home.

As soon as Shen Jueshu stepped inside, she pulled out her phone and dialed Sui Yu’s number.
No greeting—just a curt, “Come downstairs.”

When Sui Yu saw her, she froze. Shen Jueshu looked… drunk? But also strangely composed. Her expression didn’t betray much, but something in her demeanor was unreadable—like she was hovering on the edge of clarity and something darker.

“You… are you okay?” Sui Yu asked hesitantly, sniffing the heavy alcohol in the air. She sighed softly. “Do you want me to make you some hangover soup? Wait a bit, I’ll—”

Before she could finish, she felt a sudden tug on the back of her collar.

“Hey—what are you doing?” she protested, frowning as Shen Jueshu’s hand gripped her like one would grab a disobedient pet.

Seriously? I’m not a dog—why the hell are you pulling me like this?

Shen Jueshu’s eyes were still clouded with that boozy mist, her face expressionless. But something about her energy—calm, silent, heavy—made Sui Yu nervous. Really nervous. It was the kind of calm that made you feel like she could stab you without blinking.

Still, Sui Yu didn’t pull away. No point arguing with a drunk.

Shen Jueshu dragged her to a bookshelf and stopped in front of it.
It was full of tightly packed books. Sui Yu blinked.
What? She brought me here to read? In the middle of the night? What kind of weird habit is this?

But then Shen Jueshu reached out and pulled one of the books.

Instead of removing it, a soft click echoed through the room.

A shiver crept up Sui Yu’s spine.

The bookshelf slid backward—revealing a hidden staircase.

Her heart skipped.
No way… this leads to the basement, doesn’t it?

But the bigger question was—how did Shen Jueshu know about this?!
Even she hadn’t known there was a hidden door here! Yet Shen Jueshu’s movement had been so confident—no hesitation, no searching. She’d known exactly where it was.

“Mmgh—” Sui Yu choked slightly as Shen Jueshu yanked her down the stairs by the collar. It wasn’t tight enough to strangle her, but it wasn’t comfortable either.

Once they were both inside, Shen Jueshu did something again—Sui Yu didn’t see what—and the bookshelf slid back into place. Darkness swallowed them whole.

For a moment, Sui Yu could barely breathe.
If not for Shen Jueshu’s grip still holding her, she would’ve thought she was completely alone. But then she noticed something odd.

Was Shen Jueshu… trembling?

It only lasted a second, so brief she wondered if she’d imagined it.

Truthfully, Shen Jueshu was probably too drunk to drag her down here by force if Sui Yu resisted. Physically, Alpha and Omega differences still mattered. Sui Yu could’ve overpowered her if she wanted.

But when she saw the entrance to that hidden basement, she didn’t want to resist.

She was curious.

Curious to know what this place was.
But along with curiosity came unease. Shen Jueshu voluntarily bringing her here? That alone was deeply unsettling.

Calm down, she told herself. There’s no one else here. You’re the Alpha. If anything happens, you can at least run.

That thought helped settle her nerves.

Then—click—another hidden switch.

Bright fluorescent lights flooded the staircase, illuminating everything in cold, clinical white. It was almost blinding. Sui Yu squinted, adjusting to the harsh glare.

She followed Shen Jueshu as they descended.
Finally, she asked, “What are we doing here? Why did you bring me down? And how do you even know there’s a basement?”

Still, Shen Jueshu said nothing.

Her steps were steady, too. Not at all like someone who had been drinking heavily. The more Sui Yu watched her, the more she doubted whether she was really drunk at all.

Eventually, after what felt like two floors of descent, they reached the underground space the original Sui Yu had built.

It was more sophisticated than she expected.

All but one wall were made of reinforced glass. In the center sat a large transparent chamber—inside was a luxurious bed, fully furnished with soft blankets, and surrounded by basic living necessities. A private space. A concealed, self-sufficient unit.

Sui Yu finally let out a small breath.
So it’s not a dungeon or torture chamber…

Just a private secret base.

Nothing extreme. Nothing criminal.

Just secret.

Shen Jueshu stared at the space before her, seemingly lost in thought. The haze in her eyes deepened into something heavier—dark, distant. Her lower lids reddened faintly, as if tears were threatening to rise.

Sui Yu noticed her strange behavior and felt a flicker of unease. Until now, she hadn’t figured out how Shen Jueshu even knew about this basement. And from the way she had navigated everything without hesitation, it clearly wasn’t her first time down here.

A wild thought flashed through her mind—
Could she… have been reborn?

But Sui Yu dismissed the idea almost instantly.
If Shen Jueshu really had come back from the future—after experiencing all the torment she did—there’s no way she’d be standing here calmly. She’d have already torn her apart.

That only left one possibility: Shen Jueshu must have stumbled upon this place by accident while Sui Yu had been away—probably during her last heat cycle—and had explored it on her own. That would explain her ease and familiarity.

Gently removing Shen Jueshu’s hand from the back of her collar, Sui Yu cleared her throat and tried to sound casual.
“So… how did you find this place? And what exactly are you trying to do, bringing me down here?”

At last, Shen Jueshu spoke. Her voice was hoarse, like it had been scraped raw.
“You built this basement. What were you planning to do with it?”

Sui Yu managed to keep her face neutral, but inside, her stomach turned.
She had always assumed the basement had been built after the failed marking attempt, maybe as a response. But now it seemed… the original Sui Yu had this space ready all along.

What kind of person prepares something like this for someone they love?

Trying to keep her tone light, Sui Yu replied,
“Well, you know… everyone needs their own secret space, right? Somewhere to hide away when life gets too much. Somewhere no one can find you.”

She pointed to the glass enclosure and smiled weakly.
“This is my safe haven.”

The more she spoke, the more confident she sounded—until even she almost believed it.

To be fair, the idea wasn’t too far-fetched. A lot of people did have secret spaces like that.

Shen Jueshu’s expression grew more complex. Part of her didn’t believe it, yet… everything here seemed normal. Too normal. The glass room didn’t even have the same high-security locks as she remembered. Back then, it had been airtight and accessible only by password. Now? You could just push the door open.

It was almost enough to make her believe Sui Yu’s story.

She stepped into the glass room and sat on the large bed—the one she had been forced to sleep on for two years. Feeling the familiar softness beneath her, she was suddenly transported back. She looked up at the ceiling.
Gone was the harsh light that used to keep her awake at night.

Watching her sit there, so quiet and composed, made something twist sharply in Sui Yu’s chest.

She thought of everything the novel described—two years of imprisonment, psychological torment—and her own face paled. Her breath caught.

Clutching her chest, she slowly crouched down. It felt like a spike had been driven straight through her heart.
I’m filthy, she thought. This body is filthy. And maybe this heart, too.

She knew what Shen Jueshu had gone through in the original timeline. And yet, ever since arriving in this world, she had still lashed out at her.
Whether or not those events had taken place in this timeline didn’t matter. Shen Jueshu didn’t deserve that treatment—not from her.

Seeing Sui Yu suddenly collapse like that, Shen Jueshu blinked in confusion. Her alcohol-dulled brain took a second to process it.

“…What’s wrong with you?” she asked, deadpan.
She’s the one who dragged me down here, and now she’s the one having a breakdown? Is she about to have a heart attack or something?

Still curled into a ball, Sui Yu didn’t answer.

With a sigh, Shen Jueshu used her foot to nudge Sui Yu’s leg.
“Hey. Speak. If there’s something wrong, call an ambulance. You drop dead in here and I’ll be the one blamed for it.”

“…I’m fine.” Sui Yu’s muffled voice finally came out.

But her posture told a different story. Shen Jueshu wasn’t buying it.

She stood, walked over, and crouched beside her. Lifting Sui Yu’s chin, she examined her closely.
Aside from a pale face and a few tears at the corner of her eyes, she didn’t seem physically harmed.

Sui Yu blinked, dazed, staring into Shen Jueshu’s face—so close, so vivid.
The warmth of her fingers on her chin, the chill of her pheromone lingering faintly in the air, the sharp lines of her face—it was all so real.

Shen Jueshu was beautiful. Dangerously beautiful.

That pair of phoenix eyes—when filled with gloom—could chill someone to the bone. But her lips were full, red, inviting. The contrast was jarring: up close, they made you want to taste them… but as a whole, she was the kind of woman you admired from a distance, never daring to approach.

And yet, at that moment, Sui Yu felt no fear.

Maybe it was the residual warmth from her hand.
Maybe it was the faint flush on her cheeks, brought on by alcohol.
Either way, for once, Shen Jueshu looked… human.

Coming back to her senses, Sui Yu gently tilted her head away from the hand on her chin and whispered,
“You’ve had too much to drink.”

That much she was sure of. Shen Jueshu would never touch her willingly—unless she wasn’t thinking clearly.

Shen Jueshu frowned and looked down at her own hand—then wiped it clean on Sui Yu’s clothes, her face twisting in disgust.

Sui Yu: “…”

Wow. Really?

The gesture said it all—as if touching her had contaminated her.

And it’s not like she’d wiped it on something else. It was still her shirt. Still on her body!

This woman… really is impossible to read.