Dressed as the Scumbag Alpha Mom of the Tragic Female Lead (ABO, GL) - Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Gu Lingjun sat by the bed, carefully cooling the porridge in the spoon before feeding it to Jiang Chuxie’s lips. Jiang Chuxie took a sip, then said worriedly, “I heard from Dad you fainted. Are you really okay?”

“I’m fine. I’ve been checked, so don’t worry.”

“What about your wrist? Let me eat by myself.”

“Don’t move—you’ll pull your wound,” Gu Lingjun said helplessly, pressing his hand down and feeding him another spoonful. “My wrist was just slightly sprained, and it’s fine now. You’re so badly hurt, so stop fussing over me.”

Jiang Chuxie, mouth full, couldn’t speak. He gripped Gu Lingjun’s hand, his eyes conveying concern.

“Chuxie, instead of worrying about me, I wish you’d care more about yourself.”

Swallowing the food, Jiang Chuxie smiled. “Protecting you is the greatest care I give myself.”

This wasn’t flattery or sweet talk. Without Gu Lingjun, Jiang Chuxie didn’t know what meaning his life would hold. If he’d never met her, never loved her, never connected with her soul and found happiness, he might have lived as an outsider in this world.

Even if he didn’t fit in, just surviving would’ve been decent enough.

But after experiencing such a beautiful dream, he could no longer bear the loneliness of being misunderstood. Without Gu Lingjun, this world would mean nothing to him.

“…” Gu Lingjun’s lips pursed, a crease forming between her brows. “But have you considered what losing you would do to me?”

Jiang Chuxie took a sharp breath, guilt crossing his face.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful from now on.”

Hearing his apology, Gu Lingjun’s throat tightened. She wanted to say something but only managed a few words.

“You don’t need to apologize to me…”

“Lingjun,” Jiang Chuxie sensed her mood was off, assuming she was just shaken by the incident and overly worried. “This was an accident, and I’m fine, aren’t I? Don’t worry, I won’t die that easily.”

Surviving death, Jiang Chuxie felt not fear but relief.

In the novel, he was the final boss, and this experience showed he wouldn’t die so easily. That alone gave him more leverage to protect Gu Lingjun.

Whether blocking a knife, a bullet, or anything else, his body would surely hold up, right?

“Human life isn’t as strong as you think, Chuxie. I don’t want you taking risks again, even to protect me.”

“I know, I know,” Jiang Chuxie said, pulling Gu Lingjun’s shoulder to soothe her unease. “I said I’ll be careful. We can hire bodyguards, stay vigilant, and avoid situations like this, right?”

Gu Lingjun leaned weakly against his shoulder, murmuring a soft “Mm” after a long pause.

Jiang Chuxie nuzzled her neck, inhaling happily. “It’s so good to still smell you.”

His bright smile contrasted sharply with Gu Lingjun’s worried expression. She hadn’t yet recovered from the shock of his injury, forcing a smile these past few days.

Jiang Chuxie gently combed her long hair, kissing her forehead. “I want to recover quickly so I can hold you again.”

Though the attack heightened Jiang Chuxie’s sense of danger, saving Gu Lingjun’s life boosted his confidence.

He was increasingly convinced he’d crossed into this world to protect Gu Lingjun, his beloved.

After feeding Jiang Chuxie lunch and watching him fall asleep, Gu Lingjun lay on the companion bed. But as soon as she closed her eyes, memories—hers yet not hers—flooded her mind.

She first saw these visions when she thought Jiang Chuxie was dying, the overwhelming information too much to process.

But over the past two days, she’d begun to understand their cause.

“Chuxie…”

Gu Lingjun lay quietly, covering her eyes with her slender wrist to hide her tears. Though she hadn’t recalled everything or relived the memories immersively, their intense emotions left a deep mark on her heart.

Countless failures, deaths, and restarts—she’d forgotten when or why they began, but she remembered her anger, hatred, and defiance.

Perhaps for happiness, revenge, or simply not knowing how to give up, she searched through endless possibilities for a faint hope, a way to live as she wished.

She should’ve abandoned all illusions—love, family, friendship—meaningless when she couldn’t control herself.

But this time, something went astray… or perhaps she’d orchestrated this deviation.

Had she succeeded?

Undoubtedly, this was the most altered cycle. Jiang Weizao, always punctual, was nearly a year late this time.

If her loops ended in death, they began with conceiving Jiang Weizao. Before that, she was supposed to be a puppet, existing like a walking corpse.

She’d sought many allies, tried countless escapes, but never evaded her fated, tragic end. Each death, a voice asked if she wanted to try again.

Laughably, unlike what she’d told Jiang Chuxie, she hadn’t restarted for a lover or child.

It was for herself. To break this absurd, uncontrollable fate, she’d forsake anything, use anyone.

In such a world, talk of love was ludicrous.

“Lingjun, Lingjun…”

Gu Lingjun heard Jiang Chuxie’s murmurs in his sleep. Despite his grave injuries, he still called for her.

Taking a deep breath, she rose, went to his bedside, and slipped her hand into his under the blanket.

“I’m here, Chuxie. I’m okay.”

As if fearing she’d vanish, Jiang Chuxie gripped her wrist tightly, his anxious expression easing. Even after his breathing steadied, Gu Lingjun didn’t pull away, sitting by his side, staring at his face for a long time.

Perhaps this was the happiness she’d longed for—control over her body and an unexpected love.

But was it truly love?

“Lingjun, I can walk myself. You don’t need to help.” Jiang Chuxie, leaning on a crutch, gently pushed away Gu Lingjun’s support. “The doctor cleared me to leave, so I’m fine. Don’t be so nervous.”

Gu Lingjun glared at him. “Don’t twist words. The doctor said rest at home, not that you’re healed.”

“Going home to rest means it’s not serious.”

Gu Lingjun gripped his hand. “I’m not arguing. Uncle Wu, please take our luggage to the car.”

Uncle Wu agreed, carrying their bags. Gu Lingjun carefully helped Jiang Chuxie into the car.

“Are we really moving to your place?”

“What, you don’t want to?”

Jiang Chuxie shook his head quickly. “No, no, it’s just… we still have stuff at home.”

“We can move things slowly. Aren’t you worried about safety? My place has better security. Plus, my parents have accepted us, so they’d prefer we stay there.”

Jiang Chuxie wasn’t unwilling—it was undoubtedly better for Gu Lingjun. But losing their private time together left him a bit regretful.

“How long will Mom stay?”

Gu Lingjun teased, seeing through him. “Worried about losing our alone time?”

Jiang Chuxie’s face reddened. “No, it’s not that…”

“Mom’s leaving today. As for Dad and the nanny… don’t worry, they’re staying elsewhere.”

“Oh…”

Jiang Chuxie’s eyes widened in surprise. Gu Lingjun, lacing their fingers, chuckled. “Dad’s not that clueless, and I… also want more time alone with you.”

Though Jiang Chuxie tried to hide his joy, the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

Gu Lingjun leaned on his shoulder, toying with his slender fingers, asking casually, “Chuxie, you once asked if we were both women, would I still like you. Thinking back, I forgot to ask—would you like me?”

“Why bring that up suddenly?”

“Just crossed my mind.”

Though Jiang Chuxie had never liked a girl in his past life, if it was Gu Lingjun, he thought he’d surely fall for her.

“I think I’d definitely like you.”

Liar.

Gu Lingjun closed her eyes, her voice airy, like she was half-asleep. “You were so cold to me at first, telling me to stay away.”

Jiang Chuxie frowned, puzzled. “Why dig up old stuff? If I hurt you then, I’ll make it up to you.”

Gu Lingjun bit her lip, swallowing the bitterness rising in her throat.

“I don’t want you to make it up. I just… don’t understand why you love me so much.”

“Why? If there’s anything in this world that’s illogical and without reason, it’s love, right?”

Having walked through death’s door, Jiang Chuxie felt his words had grown more romantic.

“Besides, I love you because our souls resonate. Lingjun, you don’t know how many times you’ve saved me.”

Gu Lingjun’s lips curved into a bitter smile. “What if I had a purpose? What if I just wanted your unconditional love?”

Jiang Chuxie laughed, kissing her cheek. “Then congrats, you succeeded. Lingjun, if my life has any meaning this time, it’s to love you.”

Such romantic words sank Gu Lingjun’s heart to the depths.