Dressed as the Scumbag Alpha Mom of the Tragic Female Lead (ABO, GL) - Chapter 76

Chapter 76

As the capital, B City was one of the few places in this era where traffic jams were common. The car they were in crawled along with the flow, Jiang Chuxie holding Gu Lingjun in the back seat. Looking out, she saw the intense mid-April sunlight warping the air between the vehicles.

Jiang Chuxie rubbed her eyes, but the scenery outside remained blurry, likely due to sitting too long, as the unhealed wound in彼女の腹部 ached. Her mood felt oddly unsettled, but thankfully, the car began to move.

Gu Lingjun, probably exhausted from caring for her, had fallen asleep in her arms. Seeing her peaceful sleeping face, Jiang Chuxie gradually calmed.

After passing the worst congestion, traffic smoothed out, surrounding cars dispersing as the road widened.

Jiang Chuxie leaned back, calculating how long until they’d reach home, but she soon realized this unfamiliar street wasn’t the way back.

“Uncle Wu, did we take a wrong turn?”

Her question hung in the air as Uncle Wu didn’t respond, driving steadily onward. The car sped up, the street outside blurring, and Jiang Chuxie struggled to breathe, her heart gripped by sudden, overwhelming panic and fear.

She lunged toward the front seat, grabbing Uncle Wu’s shoulder.

“Uncle Wu, what are you doing? This isn’t the way home!”

“No mistake…” The figure in the driver’s uniform slowly turned, a faceless head with only a gaping black maw, inches from Jiang Chuxie. “This is the way home.”

A raspy, mechanical voice, like synthesized electronics, echoed in her mind. The speeding car seemed to slam into something, the impact hurling her body upward, crashing against the car’s ceiling.

But she felt no pain from the collision—only the spreading agony in her abdomen. Her heart was filled with inexplicable terror, her mind fixated on one thought: protecting Gu Lingjun.

Yet, in the dizzying spin, when she looked back at the person she held, she saw a rotting corpse, a small child writhing against it like a maggot, feeding on its decay.

Jiang Chuxie stared blankly at the scene, her body plummeting with the car into darkness.

“Lingjun!!!”

Jiang Chuxie bolted upright, gasping in the dark, her clothes soaked with sweat. Intense fear gripped her heart, making it impossible to shake the horrifying nightmare.

“Lingjun, Lingjun, where are you!”

She frantically searched for her wife, but on the wide, soft bed, she was alone.

Scrambling to get up, she tugged at her abdominal wound, pain making her break into a cold sweat.

“Lingjun!”

Just as her panic peaked, hurried footsteps and the sound of a door opening echoed in the room.

“Chuxie!”

Gu Lingjun, in thin pajamas, rushed in from the hallway, light spilling in, faintly outlining her slender figure. Jiang Chuxie, as if grasping a lifeline, was overjoyed.

“Lingjun, where were you?”

Gu Lingjun flicked on the light, hurrying to the bed to press her flailing body back down.

“I just went to heat some milk,” Gu Lingjun said, feeling her sweat-soaked body and seeing her terrified expression. Her heart sank, but her tone stayed gentle. “What’s wrong? A nightmare?”

She softly stroked Jiang Chuxie’s cheek, brushing aside sweat-dampened hair, soothing, “I’m right here. Don’t worry, home is safe. I couldn’t sleep and went to heat milk.”

Jiang Chuxie realized it was just a nightmare, but the fear lingered. The image of Gu Lingjun’s corpse, and countless past dreams of her wife’s gruesome deaths, kept her from calming.

“Sorry, I just…”

She clung tightly to Gu Lingjun’s hand, her chest heaving with heavy breaths, aggravating her wound.

Gu Lingjun comforted her, slipping a hand under her shirt to gently rub her abdomen.

“Shh, it’s okay, Chuxie. I’m fine, don’t worry.” She leaned down, kissing Jiang Chuxie’s cheek, her voice patient and tender. “The wound’s pain caused the nightmare. It’s okay, dreams aren’t real.”

Jiang Chuxie’s thoughts were still muddled, but she hugged Gu Lingjun’s shoulders, nodding like a child.

“Lingjun, don’t leave me.”

Gu Lingjun caressed her cheek, not answering.

“Chuxie, it’s over. Xu Wen’s dead. Don’t worry about me, okay?” Her slender fingers massaged the tense skin around the stitches, easing Jiang Chuxie’s nerves. “We’re at home now, with bodyguards, escorted to and from school. It’s very safe…”

Under her soft reassurances, Jiang Chuxie’s emotions finally calmed, her body’s reactions settling.

“Lingjun…”

Gu Lingjun grabbed a pillowcase, wiping the sweat from Jiang Chuxie’s body. “If you’re going to worry, worry about yourself. You’re the one hurt, not me.”

Jiang Chuxie shook her head. “I’ll be fine. You’re the one in danger.”

Gu Lingjun raised an eyebrow. “Why? Because I’m an Omega and you’re an Alpha?”

Jiang Chuxie’s eyes widened, confused. “That’s not what I meant. It’s just… you’re pregnant…”

Gu Lingjun held her hand, asking softly, “But you’re injured. You’re in more danger than me. Why do you always worry about me? Chuxie, I wish you’d care more about yourself. Losing you would hurt me too.”

Jiang Chuxie pursed her lips, unsure how to explain. Gu Lingjun was right, but she couldn’t think that way.

“Sorry, Lingjun. I’m too tense. I’ll be careful, don’t worry.”

Seeing her force a smile and apologize, Gu Lingjun’s heart warmed. Unable to resist, she leaned down and kissed her lips.

“Mmph…”

Caught off guard by the passionate kiss, Jiang Chuxie didn’t understand but eagerly reciprocated. Gu Lingjun kissed her tenderly, her fingertips tracing Jiang Chuxie’s cheek.

Jiang Chuxie could barely handle the intensity, her arms strong yet helpless, tightly embracing Gu Lingjun’s waist.

“Chuxie…”

Gu Lingjun’s eyes stung, but she held back tears. The more Jiang Chuxie cherished her, risked everything for her, the more her unease, fear, guilt, and reluctance swelled, nearly drowning the love that once filled her heart.

To her, love was a luxury.

Jiang Chuxie was the most resilient, selfless, loyal knight she’d sought.

After countless failed struggles alone, Gu Lingjun realized that relying on herself or those bound by this world’s rules couldn’t bring change.

Jiang Chuxie came for her, loved her, protected her, even willing to die for her, all as Gu Lingjun had wished. She was her sharpest sword, her sturdiest shield, blocking all harm and crushing all dangers.

Until she was battered and broken.

Jiang Chuxie was the change she’d hoped for, her greatest asset.

And what about her?

Gu Lingjun watched Jiang Chuxie, exhausted and asleep again, tears sliding from her eyes.

If she remembered nothing, she’d feel unparalleled happiness now. But she was destined to recall everything. From meeting Jiang Chuxie, it all followed her desired path.

She traded all her memories for Jiang Chuxie’s arrival, a part of her within him. So she was fated to be drawn to him, obsessed, scheming to make him love her.

All conditions were met, the butterfly in its chrysalis, awaiting the moment to emerge. Recalling her memories now, as if precisely calculated, was the perfect tool to break free.

Jiang Chuxie was, from start to finish, just a tool. And tools, especially under such intense use, would eventually break.

Gu Lingjun gently stroked Jiang Chuxie’s firm abdomen, recalling her fearless charge at Xu Wen.

This time, it was her abdomen. What about next time?

Her hand moved upward, resting on Jiang Chuxie’s chest. Beneath the full br3ast, a healthy heart beat steadily.

Jiang Chuxie would protect her without hesitation, die for her without pause, because she “loved” her so much, she’d lost all judgment.

And her?

Would she pretend to know nothing, keep accepting Jiang Chuxie’s protection? Pretend to know nothing, bask in her love? Pretend to know nothing, watch her burn out for her?

Was this victory what she’d hoped for?

For the original Jiang Chuxie of this world, Gu Lingjun felt almost nothing. From initial fear, hatred, and disgust to later pity and numbness, she was just a pitiful puppet, acting on the world’s will.

After awakening, they couldn’t even hold a simple conversation. No matter what she said, the other couldn’t understand, mechanically repeating, “You’re mad.”

Speaking the truth and being called crazy was expected, but that Jiang Chuxie’s reaction was like… as Chuxie might say, a glitched robot.

This Jiang Chuxie, full of humanity, passion, and love, was a real person. Even with those memories, she never confused them.

Now and then, Jiang Chuxie was always upright, brave, and kind.

But kind, honest people were the most vulnerable, too sincere, too unguarded, too poor at protecting themselves.