Dressed as the Scumbag Alpha Mom of the Tragic Female Lead (ABO, GL) - Chapter 53

Chapter 53

“You have no right to search my office! Stop! Do you know who I am? Stop it!”

Following student reports and the uproar on Xueyou Network, B University suspended Xu Wen’s duties and quickly formed an academic investigation team to probe him.

The team leader, alongside the head of security, brought a group of guards to Xu Wen’s office to collect evidence, leading to a clash.

The Life Sciences Dean’s office was in chaos. Xu Wen, far from a scholar, acted like a thug, shoving and grappling with guards to stop them from taking documents and his computer.

“Dean Xu, please calm down. The school isn’t doubting you, but with this situation, we must give students and the public an explanation. Once we investigate, we can clear your name.”

The team leader spoke politely, but everyone knew Xu Wen’s crimes—plagiarism and academic fraud—were undeniable.

The whistleblower, a student from his lab, provided detailed evidence with a clear timeline, hard to refute. If it hadn’t gone public, the school might’ve handled it quietly, but the issue was reported to authorities and exploded on Xueyou.

The internet wasn’t advanced, but Xueyou’s users were mostly college students. If B University didn’t act decisively, it’d lose face.

“Investigate what? I did nothing! They’re jealous, framing me! I’m the Dean of Life Sciences, this is my office—you have no right to touch my things!”

Xu Wen’s usually pristine suit was wrinkled from the scuffle, his meticulously combed hair disheveled, glasses askew, eyes red, face twisted.

“Do you know who I am? Who’s behind me? Dare treat me like this, and you’ll regret it!”

The leader sneered, addressing the guards. “Restrain Dean Xu to cool off, or who knows what nonsense he’ll spout. As a teacher and scholar, you talk too much rubbish.”

The school’s decision was calculated. Xu Wen had risen through his husband’s family connections, not without envy.

The Zhao family had decent ties, but their influence wasn’t that strong. Old Master Zhao’s friends were happy to flatter but reluctant to help in crises.

And the Zhao family showed no intent to protect him—Xu Wen was finished.

“W-What are you doing—you Beta mongrels, don’t touch me!”

“Oh, Dean Xu despises Betas, yet married one?”

The leader’s taunt hit a sore spot. Xu Wen preached Alpha supremacy, viewing Omegas as Alpha accessories and Betas as mere worker ants, unworthy of comparison.

Yet he married a Beta, relying on his father-in-law’s influence. Clearly, he saw this as a humiliation, doubling down on his arrogance.

“You—”

Xu Wen, stung, veins bulging, lunged in rage.

But guards intercepted him. Though Betas typically couldn’t match Alphas in strength, these trained guards easily subdued Xu Wen, an unfit teacher, outnumbered and older.

“Bastards, let go! Don’t touch me! How dare you… stop!”

“Xu Wen, keep making a scene, and it’ll only get uglier. I advise you to accept the outcome quietly—save some dignity.” The leader dropped the niceties, ordering the guards, “Throw Dean Xu out. This is the Dean’s office, and he’s no longer Dean. He has no right to stay.”

“You, you thugs! Robbers! Don’t touch my stuff—I’ll sue you, I’ll sue the school! Just wait!”

Screaming and struggling, Xu Wen was dragged out and tossed like garbage.

He collapsed, staring at the slammed door, panic rising.

He’d had this office for nearly a decade, treating it as his domain. If the Life Sciences Institute was his kingdom, this was his palace—who’d be cautious at home?

So, it held too much he hadn’t cleared—evidence of fraud, plagiarism, and other deeds that could surface.

He couldn’t bear the consequences!

Xu Wen knew he was done. This was beyond his control. He could only beg his husband’s father, but…

“Oh, isn’t that Dean Xu?”

Xu Wen sat dazed, sweating, staring at the door. A cheerful voice sounded behind him.

Turning slowly, he saw Jiang Chuxie standing nearby, watching for who knows how long.

“Jiang Chuxie, why are you…”

Her lips curved, she strolled over lightly. “Heard Dean Xu had some trouble, so I came to visit.”

Xu Wen’s eyes widened, incredulous. “It’s… you… how could…”

It was Saturday, the building nearly empty, the hallway holding just them.

“Hm? Did I do something?” Jiang Chuxie looked down, puzzled. “I don’t follow Dean Xu’s meaning.”

“Don’t play dumb!” Xu Wen lunged. “It’s you, isn’t it! You’re framing me!”

“I didn’t frame you. It’s all true, isn’t it?” Jiang Chuxie sidestepped, tripping his stumbling form with a long leg. “Dean Xu, careful. Looking this pathetic would be embarrassing if seen.”

Xu Wen crashed down, a mess. The physical and mental blows had drained him, and her taunts hit hard. Overwhelmed, he couldn’t stand.

“You… Jiang Chuxie, I won’t let you off! I’ll make you pay!”

“Oh, worry about yourself first.” Jiang Chuxie gazed down contemptuously, voice low. “Besides, did you… let me off before?”

Xu Wen’s chest heaved with fury, face red. “You…”

“Those who harm others harm themselves. At this point, don’t you have any reflection?”

“Shut up! Shut up!”

Jiang Chuxie looked at his impotent rage, a weary disgust in her eyes.

“I don’t plan to keep talking—wasting breath. I’d say ‘behave,’ but you’d never listen. So, I’ll just tell you one thing.” She leaned down, a dangerous glint in her narrow eyes. “If the Zhao family learns you’ve kept a mistress for ten years, what do you think they’ll do?”

Xu Wen froze, mouth agape, eyes bulging, breath labored, as if choked.

“Dean Xu… oh, you’re not Dean anymore. Mr. Xu, better think how to save yourself.”

With that, Jiang Chuxie ignored him, leaving without a glance, abandoning Xu Wen to slump alone.

“Chuxie, you okay?”

Zhuang Qi waited at the corridor’s end, ready to intervene if needed. Though nothing happened, Jiang Chuxie’s words stirred worry.

She seemed so unfamiliar now, like a different person these past days.

After the incident, though down, Chuxie stayed disciplined, not lashing out. But as Xu Wen’s case progressed, her temper grew erratic.

Xu Wen deserved it, and her actions were satisfying, but Zhuang Qi knew the old Chuxie wouldn’t have bothered with this.

She hoped it was temporary, that venting would bring back the old Chuxie.

“I’m fine.” Jiang Chuxie seemed calmer, smiling. “Let’s go to the hospital.”

Zhuang Qi relaxed. “Good.”

She’d booked a doctor’s appointment, their plan for the day. But hearing about Xu Wen from Zhao Zi, Jiang Chuxie detoured to see—or rather, taunt—him.

Thankfully, it was wrapping up. Once Chuxie and Gu Lingjun’s issue was settled, things could calm down.

Zhuang Qi had been struggling, not just from exhaustion but the emotional weight.

They left the admin building for the parking lot. Passing the student activity building, an unexpected figure appeared.

“Gu Lingjun!” Zhuang Qi spotted her at the activity center entrance, flanked by two black-clad bodyguards—Betas, but as tall and muscled as Alphas, clearly formidable. “What are you doing here?”

Gu Lingjun noticed them, answering Zhuang Qi but locking eyes with Jiang Chuxie first.

“Student council meeting today. Some things… Senior needed to brief.”

They’d learned of this via Zhao Zi, the council president, who’d been notified early.

A dean vacancy typically fell to the vice-dean, but they were implicated, so the academic director stepped in.

Teaching might not suffer, but the institute would be unsettled. The student council, as a student body, had to help stabilize things.

“Oh, got it…” Zhuang Qi, quick-witted, tactfully said, “Chuxie and I have something later. I’ll get the car—you wait here.”

Despite the burly guards, who stood like statues, professional and unintrusive, Zhuang Qi felt she was the bigger third wheel.

She promptly gave them space.

“Okay.”

Jiang Chuxie didn’t refuse Zhuang Qi’s “kindness.” Delaying a clear answer to Gu Lingjun already filled her with guilt—avoiding a meeting would hurt too much.

“Senior, it’s been days. You okay?”

They hadn’t met since the resort. With finals nearing, if they missed today and Jiang Chuxie couldn’t decide soon, they might not see each other until after winter break.

“I’m fine. You?”

Jiang Chuxie felt reserved, but seeing Gu Lingjun, her tense nerves eased unconsciously.

Same face, yet it felt different somehow.

She still found Gu Lingjun beautiful, but her mind no longer conjured florid praise—just simple, genuine feelings.

“I’m good, but Dad nags daily and got me two bodyguards. So restrictive.”

Gu Lingjun smiled, playfully complaining about her parents’ overcare. Her faint orchid scent and mood lifted Jiang Chuxie, coaxing a smile.

“Uncle’s just worried.”

“But it draws attention. Classmates treat me like a heiress now, and even close ones hesitate to talk.”

“You are a heiress, though.”

Gu Lingjun pouted slightly. “I hid my background so people wouldn’t treat me differently.”

She was so endearing, despite the incident being unexpected for her too.

Gu Lingjun stressed her feelings and willingness, but Jiang Chuxie knew it took immense courage, and her indecision must cause unease.

Yet Gu Lingjun never showed it, even claiming she forced herself on Jiang Chuxie to ease her guilt.

“I believe, even if they’re wary of your status now, they’ll soon accept you again, treating you like a normal friend.”

Because Gu Lingjun deserved it—her sincerity and kindness warranted true friendship and… steadfast love.

Gu Lingjun sighed softly. “I hope so.”

Did she like Gu Lingjun?

If she wasn’t sure before, now she believed in her feelings.

Even without past relationships, even never liking a girl, even thinking she couldn’t love in this world, it didn’t shake her certainty now.

Seeing Gu Lingjun, she wanted to cry and laugh. Anger, sorrow, pain, and agitation vanished, leaving only Gu Lingjun’s smile.

She learned just seeing someone could bring such joy, talking could erase woes.

In sleepless nights, she often thought of Gu Lingjun—their three days alone, her comfort, and the physical pain.

She’d thought she couldn’t face Gu Lingjun naturally or talk easily.

But now she knew how much she missed her. Compared to that, awkwardness and fear felt trivial.

“Gu Lingjun, are your parents still here?”

She’d feared following the story’s path—and still did—lacking courage and faith to bear the responsibility of Gu Lingjun’s happiness.

That was for someone who deeply loved Gu Lingjun, not her—a coward dodging duty, wanting to coast, staying a lofty bystander even in helping others.

Gu Lingjun sensed something, her brows lifting slightly.

“Mom’s away for a few days but will be back next weekend.”

“Then, could you pass a message? I’d like to visit your family next weekend.” Jiang Chuxie, nervous, throat tight, said, “My issues are nearly resolved, so I want to thank you formally, and… and…”

And tell Gu Lingjun she liked her too.

Though less brave, with lingering doubts, she wanted Gu Lingjun to know she liked her and was ready to take responsibility.

Not just for their intimacy, but for whatever might come.

These days, she’d thought deeply. Realizing the story’s path persisted, she’d felt fear, despair, anger, and an urge to flee.

If she ran far, never seeing Gu Lingjun, would things change?

But she’d tried that once.

Running changed nothing—“fate” would hunt her to the ends of the earth.

Her retaliation against Yu Wen and Xu Wen was fueled by rage, but also her defiance.

She’d returned to the story’s route but altered details—like preventing Jiang Weizao’s birth, ensuring Yu Wen couldn’t be her mistress, and… truly falling for Gu Lingjun.

Obsessing over a completely different plot might be wrong, triggering the world’s correction in extreme ways. She should “adapt and diverge,” building small changes for a butterfly effect.

Seeing her stall on “and,” Gu Lingjun smiled. “Senior, have you decided?”

Jiang Chuxie, flushed, nodded quickly.

She’d never confessed, realizing only now how hard it was.

Gu Lingjun, sharp, understood her choice, her face glowing with joy.

“I understand. I’ll look forward to that day.”

Jiang Chuxie’s palms sweated. Seeing Gu Lingjun’s delight, she felt shared joy but also sadness.

“Gu Lingjun, I’m sorry for making you wait so long.”

Gu Lingjun shook her head. “It’s fine. As long as it’s worth it, any wait is okay.”

Jiang Chuxie’s nose stung, eyes reddening, tears welling.

“And… thank you, not just for helping me, but for always supporting and trusting me.”

Gu Lian and Mu Qing, though upset, hadn’t been too hard on her. Zhao Zi and Zhuang Qi helped too, especially Zhuang Qi, who was more invested than in her own affairs, rushing around and checking on her.

But none of that eased her. Punishing Yu Wen and ruining Xu Wen brought no satisfaction.

She’d thought mocking Xu Wen, seeing him desperate, would feel good, but it only deepened her pain.

What did revenge achieve? The past couldn’t be undone. As things neared an end, negative emotions erupted, burning into ashes of loss.

But in that dark moment, Gu Lingjun appeared. Her world brightened instantly. Lingering hesitation vanished, and she no longer doubted her feelings.

She liked Gu Lingjun—not because she was her destined match, not for lavish praise, not just for soothing her body, but for redeeming her soul.

In this world, she might not love anyone—except, perhaps, Gu Lingjun.

Gu Lingjun smiled, taking her hand.

“Senior, more than ‘sorry’ or ‘thanks,’ I’d rather hear three other words.”

Her hand was soft, warm, fingers slender, palm dry. As her fingertips brushed Jiang Chuxie’s sweaty palm, a current shot through her.

Instantly, chaotic images flooded her mind—joy and pain surging. Jiang Chuxie instinctively pulled back, stumbling two steps.

Realizing her reaction hurt, seeing Gu Lingjun’s surprise, she blurted, “Sorry, I-I didn’t… my hands are sweaty… I wasn’t…”

She didn’t dislike Gu Lingjun’s touch—she knew she liked her. But why did those memories make her body recoil?

“It’s okay, Senior, don’t worry.” Gu Lingjun quickly resumed her gentle smile, comforting her. “I was too sudden, startled you, right?”

Jiang Chuxie’s face tightened, eyes wavering, clearly unable to let go of her reaction.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t dwell on it.”

The mood grew awkward, but Zhuang Qi drove up. Seeming oblivious to the tension, she leaned out the window. “Chuxie, hop in. Sorry, Junior Gu, we’ve got stuff to do, so we’re borrowing Chuxie.”

Gu Lingjun nodded. “Be safe. I’ve got a meeting.”

Jiang Chuxie, eyes down, said guiltily, “Sorry, I’ll go then.”

“Okay.”

Gu Lingjun said little, watching her leave.

“Miss, can we go home now?” a bodyguard asked quietly, ensuring the car was far enough. “You’ve waited an hour. Master’s anxious.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”