Dressed as the Scumbag Alpha Mom of the Tragic Female Lead (ABO, GL) - Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Perhaps due to her worries, Gu Lingjun slept restlessly that night, waking abruptly around 2 a.m. She vaguely recalled a disturbing dream, but when she tried to remember, only shadowy figures lingered in her mind.

The winter air was dry, and with the heater on, Gu Lingjun felt thirsty and got up to fetch water. Opening the door, she noticed a faint light from the living room.

It was likely the desk lamp at Jiang Chuxie’s workstation, dim enough not to disturb her rest. Clearly, Jiang Chuxie was being considerate.

Gu Lingjun frowned slightly, tiptoeing toward the living room.

Jiang Chuxie sat at the computer, the screen displaying some footage, while the nearby printer hummed softly.

“Chuxie, you’re still up this late?”

Gu Lingjun’s voice broke the quiet, startling Jiang Chuxie. She turned to see Gu Lingjun’s slender figure standing nearby.

“Lingjun, why’re you awake?” Jiang Chuxie stood, turning off the screen, and smiled at Gu Lingjun. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“I’m getting water,” Gu Lingjun said, hesitating before approaching. “Have you been staying up this late? You get up so early too.”

Jiang Chuxie glanced at the printer, ensuring the paper faced down, then walked toward Gu Lingjun.

“I don’t need much sleep.”

“What’s that about needing little sleep? You’re not sleeping now, up early, getting maybe four hours. How’s that enough?”

Gu Lingjun took Jiang Chuxie’s hand, finding it icy.

“I’ll go to bed soon. Want water? I’ll get it.”

“Chuxie,” Gu Lingjun hugged her arm, leaning against her. “I had a nightmare. Can you stay with me later?”

“What nightmare?” Seeing Gu Lingjun’s uneasy expression, Jiang Chuxie chuckled. “Worried about being tied to me tomorrow?”

Gu Lingjun rolled her eyes. “I’m worried you’re working so hard, I’ll be a widow soon after marrying.”

“No way, I’m healthy as can be.”

“Then come sleep with me.”

Jiang Chuxie nodded obediently. “Alright, after water, we’ll sleep.”

“That’s better.”

Jiang Chuxie had been sleeping poorly, only managing a few hours when utterly exhausted, often woken by nightmares. The pills she’d been prescribed helped, but her fear of sleeping too deeply kept her from taking them.

Only holding Gu Lingjun gave her some peace.

“Still can’t sleep?”

Though Jiang Chuxie’s eyes were closed, seemingly asleep, Gu Lingjun sensed her body remained on high alert.

“…It’s fine. I’ll fall asleep soon. You’re the one not sleeping. Am I keeping you up?”

Gu Lingjun nodded, her soft hair fanning out in Jiang Chuxie’s arms with the small motion.

Her candid admission surprised Jiang Chuxie. “Then I’ll go to my room…”

“No~” Gu Lingjun tightened her hold on Jiang Chuxie’s waist, burying her face deeper. “Chuxie, you smell so good.”

Jiang Chuxie inhaled sharply—Gu Lingjun’s teasing tactics were familiar, and even simple words hit hard.

“But you just said…”

“So, let’s do something to help us sleep.”

Jiang Chuxie sensed a shift in the night’s mood. Gu Lingjun’s usual teasing stopped short, but tonight… her gut told her Gu Lingjun was serious.

“W-Wait,” Jiang Chuxie’s heart raced. “You’re not three months pregnant yet.”

“So, Senior, you’ve been keeping track.”

Gu Lingjun’s playful words made Jiang Chuxie flush. She’d never thought that way, but Gu Lingjun’s teasing almost convinced her otherwise.

“That’s not what I meant…”

Gu Lingjun kissed her chin. “It’s fine. We can try other ways.”

Jiang Chuxie jolted upright, realizing it was broad daylight. Gu Lingjun wasn’t in bed. She glanced at the clock—9 a.m.

“Lingjun!”

Scrambling to get up, Jiang Chuxie realized she was naked and frantically searched for clothes. Hearing the commotion, Gu Lingjun entered with a stack of laundry.

“Stop looking. I took them to wash.”

Jiang Chuxie instinctively pulled the blanket over herself, making Gu Lingjun laugh.

“Need to cover up? It’s not like I haven’t seen.” Gu Lingjun sat on the bed, handing her clothes. “Sleep well last night?”

Recalling the night before, Jiang Chuxie blushed, mumbling “mm” while clumsily dressing.

So that… really helped her sleep. She hadn’t rested so well in ages.

Gu Lingjun chuckled, helping adjust her clothes. “Get dressed and eat. I made something simple.”

“Lingjun, um… you okay?”

Not in heat and pregnant, Gu Lingjun hadn’t been touched much last night, but Jiang Chuxie still worried about her comfort.

Since Gu Lingjun’s pregnancy, Jiang Chuxie had thought it through. Until Jiang Weizao’s birth, Gu Lingjun was safe unless she chose abortion, which the plot might thwart.

Her main concern now was ensuring a safe delivery. The country’s maternal mortality rate was about three in ten thousand. Even with top medical care, absolute safety wasn’t guaranteed.

That was Jiang Chuxie’s biggest fear.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.” Gu Lingjun smoothed Jiang Chuxie’s messy hair, kissing her cheek. “I’m happy to make you happy.”

Jiang Chuxie relaxed slightly. Gu Lingjun’s tenderness always soothed her—only hers could.

“Alright, get dressed and come out.” Gu Lingjun left her to dress, heading out. “I’ll reheat the milk.”

“Okay.”

Watching Gu Lingjun leave, Jiang Chuxie felt a pang of regret. Was it right to indulge in such warmth when she couldn’t let her guard down?

After Gu Lingjun left, her smile faded.

That morning, she’d seen what Jiang Chuxie printed last night—a photo of the salesman. Clearly, Jiang Chuxie had pulled his image from surveillance and printed it.

What was Chuxie planning?

Caution was fine, but this wasn’t just about the salesman. When out together, Jiang Chuxie held her tightly, overly careful about her pregnancy.

She’d tried to stop Gu Lingjun from cooking or shopping alone. Though she relented, her excessive worry was palpable.

Was the Lianping Association that terrifying?

Gu Lingjun thought of Yuan Ning, unwilling to believe she’d join such an evil group. When Yuan Ning apologized last time, was it about this?

Gu Lingjun trusted Jiang Chuxie, but Yuan Ning was a classmate she knew well. She felt she understood her.

Maybe, as the Lianping Association’s leader claimed, they were undergoing reforms. Jiang Chuxie, hurt too deeply before, had no trust left.

Perhaps she should talk to Yuan Ning?

“…We’re drinking till we drop, n-not stopping till we’re drunk—hic…”

“Enough, no drinking till you drop. You’re home.” Zhao Zi opened the door, telling Jiang Chuxie, “Just dump her on the sofa and go.”

Today, Jiang Chuxie and Gu Lingjun got their marriage certificate and treated Zhao Zi and Zhuang Qi to dinner. Zhuang Qi, more excited than the newlyweds, got drunk, so Jiang Chuxie had to help her home.

“You staying to look after her?”

“What else can I do? Campus gates are closed.” Zhao Zi glared at Zhuang Qi. “Sorry for the trouble. Go be with Lingjun—it’s your wedding night.”

Jiang Chuxie gave a wry smile. “Even if we didn’t do anything special…”

“Come on, tons of college couples skip the wedding. Don’t feel you’re shortchanging Lingjun—she doesn’t care. Just don’t stress yourself out, or she’ll worry.”

Jiang Chuxie settled Zhuang Qi on the sofa. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Go on, get out of here.”

Jiang Chuxie nodded, glancing at Zhuang Qi. “Take care of her.”

“Yeah.”

Zhao Zi saw Jiang Chuxie out. Returning, she found Zhuang Qi slumped on the floor, holding a cup from who-knows-where, toasting dramatically. “C-Come, Chuxie, one more toast, to your h-happy marriage…”

Zhao Zi rolled her eyes, snatching the cup. It had cold water, splashing Zhuang Qi.

“Ch-Chuxie…”

“Chuxie, my foot,” Zhao Zi grabbed a towel—or rag—from the table, wiping Zhuang Qi’s clothes. “She’s with her wife. Sober up.”

Zhuang Qi realized who was beside her, leaning on Zhao Zi with a goofy grin. “Heh, she’s got a wife, and I’ve got one too.”

Zhao Zi pushed her head, to no avail.

“You’re still laughing? I thought your first love’s wedding would crush you.”

“I’m not s-sad. I’m happy for Chuxie…” Her voice cracked despite her words. “Gu Lingjun’s a good girl. Chuxie’ll be happy.”

“You’re pretty lucid.”

Zhao Zi wiped her tears. Zhuang Qi grabbed the towel, grumbling, “Y-You’re wiping my face with a rag?”

“You’re lucky I’m wiping at all. What girlfriend’s as chill as me?”

Zhuang Qi giggled, leaning closer.

“D-Don’t be mad, Zhao Zi. I l-like you now. I’ll t-treat you right, w-won’t let you down.”

“Not your first, though.”

“W-Why not? Chuxie’s my first A-Alpha, you’re my f-first Omega. A-And I’ll only l-like you from now on. Chuxie’s j-just friendship…”

“Really?”

“R-Really… Absolutely t-true…”

Zhuang Qi, slurring, swore earnestly.

Drunk words seemed honest, and Zhao Zi, satisfied, patted her face. “Then you’ll listen to me at home. You love Jiang Chuxie so much, you can’t do worse than her, right?”

Unaware of the trap, Zhuang Qi nodded vigorously.

“I’ll cook, but you handle other chores.”

“Y-Yeah, sure~”

“Also, I got an internship. After senior year, I’m interning abroad.”

“Y-Yeah…” Zhuang Qi agreed absentmindedly, then froze, half-sobering. “Y-You’re really going abroad?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

Zhuang Qi gaped, incredulous. Zhao Zi sighed, leaning in to kiss her.

“If you’re lonely, visit me. No flirting around. I’ll have Jiang Chuxie watch you.”

Zhuang Qi, dazed from the kisses, finally hugged Zhao Zi, whining, “Why don’t you say you won’t flirt?”