How Could a Scumbag Alpha Possibly Love His Wife? (GL, ABO) - Chapter 8
Take her to work?
Cheng Wan looked at the woman beside her with surprise. Outside the car, a few people passed by, occasionally glancing in through the tinted windows. Since they couldn’t see who was inside, some of them simply pulled out their phones and took a few photos.
Bai Juntang glanced out the window, then turned to Cheng Wan and said,
“I think we need to go over this again. You should understand our current relationship clearly by now. Until you give birth, I’m going to keep a close watch on you.”
Cheng Wan nodded and held her bag tightly in her lap. She replied in a quiet voice,
“I understand.”
Bai Juntang still wasn’t used to how cautious and reserved Cheng Wan always was. But she didn’t push her. Instead, she said,
“I remember your lunch break is two hours, right?”
Cheng Wan looked up at her, confused about where this was going.
“The doctor said you need to gain more weight,” Bai Juntang continued. “So I’ll take you to lunch today. Call me at noon. I’ll be nearby anyway.”
Now she wasn’t just driving her to work—she also wanted to have lunch together?
Cheng Wan wasn’t sure how to react. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention, and she didn’t feel like she could say no. So she just nodded awkwardly.
“Miss Bai,” Cheng Wan said softly after a pause, her eyes drifting outside the car. “Could you please park a bit farther away…”
She had noticed a few coworkers nearby and didn’t want anyone to see her getting out of Bai Juntang’s car. She lowered her voice and added,
“It would look bad if my coworkers saw me.”
Bai Juntang didn’t really understand what the problem was, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she drove the car into the underground parking lot. Only then did Cheng Wan finally relax a little.
She looked so tense that anyone watching might’ve thought Bai Juntang was forcing her into the car.
Once Cheng Wan got out, Bai Juntang reminded her,
“Stay around here for your lunch break. I’ll come pick you up.”
As Bai Juntang’s car pulled away, Cheng Wan held onto her handbag, feeling a strange, unexplainable emotion in her chest.
But she quickly pushed the thought away.
Bai Juntang was only treating her well because of the baby. That was all.
In fact, for all she knew, Bai Juntang might secretly hate her.
With that thought, a chill ran through Cheng Wan. She glanced at the time. There were only a few minutes left before she had to clock in, so she hurried into the building and took the elevator to her office.
After clocking in, Cheng Wan went straight to her desk.
Her workspace was simple and clean. Most of the items on her desk were files and documents. The only personal belongings she had were a water bottle and a small pack of tissues.
As soon as she sat down, a nearby coworker scooted over excitedly in her chair and asked,
“Wanwan, did you see that sports car parked outside this morning?”
Cheng Wan’s heart skipped a beat. She kept her head down and asked quietly,
“Which one?”
“That black-and-red sports car parked downstairs—it must be worth over thirty million yuan,” said Chang Le, who had joined the company the same time as Cheng Wan. She was a Beta, from a middle-class family, and the only child. Her parents only hoped she would live a peaceful and happy life, so she treated work casually but never had anything to worry about.
Chang Le picked up her phone and showed Cheng Wan a photo.
“Look, Wanwan, this one. A car this expensive is basically the same as buying a house.”
Cheng Wan hadn’t realized that Bai Juntang’s car was that valuable. As she looked at the photo on Chang Le’s phone, she felt a wave of relief that she hadn’t gotten out at the main entrance. Otherwise, who knows what kind of rumors would’ve started?
Just as the two were chatting, the department supervisor walked over and tapped their desks.
“Work time, not break time. No slacking off.”
“Good morning, Sister Zhou,” Chang Le greeted her cheerfully. “You’re looking great today!”
Supervisor Zhou gave her a helpless look and scolded softly,
“Don’t flatter me. If the general manager walks in and sees you chatting during work hours, don’t blame me for docking your pay.”
As soon as she heard the word “pay,” Chang Le quickly covered her mouth and slid back to her desk to work.
Zhou then turned her eyes to Cheng Wan and said,
“Cheng Wan, come with me to the office for a moment.”
Cheng Wan had no idea what this was about, but she followed her supervisor into the office.
Zhou sat down at her desk and gestured toward the seat across from her.
“Sit down. I just want to have a quick chat. Don’t be nervous.”
But the more she said “don’t be nervous,” the more nervous Cheng Wan felt.
She had always struggled with social anxiety and wasn’t comfortable in unfamiliar environments—especially around unfamiliar people. She often didn’t know how to speak up at all.
Fortunately, Zhou wasn’t trying to make things difficult for her. Once Cheng Wan sat down, she asked in a quiet voice,
“Cheng Wan, just tell me honestly—are you pregnant?”
Her question made Cheng Wan instantly tense up. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t find any words. There was nothing she could say to deny it.
She looked at her supervisor for a long moment, then finally asked,
“Do you want me to resign?”
She couldn’t help thinking that way. In a company with several hundred employees, she was the only Omega. Now that she was pregnant, it was hard not to assume that the company might be planning to let her go.
After all, pregnant Omegas were often seen as a poor fit for the workplace.
But Supervisor Zhou just smiled.
“Of course not. HR mentioned yesterday that you weren’t feeling well and had gone for a check-up, so we started to wonder. But it’s not a problem at all. We just wanted to confirm, so we can make some adjustments. From now on, we’ll try not to give you any heavy tasks. We’ll let Chang Le or someone else handle those.”
Cheng Wan was a little surprised by her response.
“I’m fine, Supervisor Zhou. I can still work.”
“I know, and I appreciate that. But you need to take care of your health too.” Zhou glanced at Cheng Wan’s still-flat stomach and asked,
“How far along are you?”
Cheng Wan looked down and replied softly,
“Almost two months.”
“No wonder there’s no sign of it yet. By the third month, your belly will start to show.”
“Is that so…”
Honestly, the only time Cheng Wan had truly felt she was pregnant was the day she heard the baby’s heartbeat at the hospital. Since then, she hadn’t felt anything at all.
After that, Supervisor Zhou chatted casually with Cheng Wan, mostly sharing advice from her own experience—things to be careful about during early pregnancy and foods to avoid. Then she let Cheng Wan return to work.
Before leaving, Cheng Wan looked at her and asked softly,
“Supervisor Zhou, could you please not tell anyone else about the pregnancy?”
“I understand. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything,” Supervisor Zhou replied kindly. “Now go get back to work.”
Cheng Wan left the office and returned to her desk, where she found a few folders placed neatly on top. Chang Le had left them there—documents that needed her attention.
She spent the morning finishing the new paperwork and preparing a PowerPoint presentation. Before she realized it, the clock struck noon.
Chang Le had gone out to lunch with some friends, so the office quickly emptied.
Cheng Wan picked up her phone and glanced at the time. After hesitating for a moment, she called Bai Juntang.
The call connected almost immediately. Bai Juntang’s calm voice came through the line.
“Come downstairs.”
Cheng Wan didn’t hesitate.
“Okay, I’m on my way.”
She took the crowded elevator down to the underground parking lot. The black-and-red sports car wasn’t hard to find. As soon as she spotted it, she jogged over.
From behind the windshield, Bai Juntang watched Cheng Wan running over from the elevator. When she got in the car, Bai Juntang frowned slightly.
“You can still run like that?”
Cheng Wan blinked, confused for a moment before realizing what she meant.
“I think it’s fine,” she replied. “The baby’s been very quiet. I haven’t had any symptoms so far these past two months.”
As soon as she said that, she wondered if it sounded too personal. But Bai Juntang didn’t say anything. She simply started the car and drove out of the garage.
“I made a reservation at the restaurant next door,” she said. “Is your lunch break not exactly at noon? Why did you call me so late?”
“I… I had a few things to finish first,” Cheng Wan explained, her voice low. “I thought I’d wrap them up before calling you.”
She didn’t look at Bai Juntang as she spoke. Instead, she kept her eyes on the window, watching familiar restaurants pass by—most of them already packed with lunchtime crowds.
Her company was located in a large business park that housed two major tech firms and many smaller companies. It was always busy during lunch. If you didn’t go early, you could hardly find a seat.
Bai Juntang noticed Cheng Wan spacing out while staring out the window and sighed quietly to herself.
Soon, the car stopped outside a quiet lakeside restaurant. Bai Juntang got out first, and Cheng Wan quickly followed.
“I used to come here a lot,” Bai Juntang said, glancing at her. “The food’s good. Don’t just stand there. Let’s go in.”
Because it was a high-end restaurant, it wasn’t crowded or noisy. The atmosphere was calm and quiet. The diners spoke softly, and the staff moved with quiet efficiency.
A waiter led them to a private dining room. As soon as they entered, Cheng Wan saw the lake through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The surface of the water shimmered under the sunlight, like a moving silver mirror. A few birds skimmed across the lake, and the view was peaceful and beautiful.
After sitting down, Bai Juntang said,
“This is a lakeside restaurant. I thought the scenery might help you eat more.”
Cheng Wan looked at her and asked,
“This place must be really expensive, right?”
Bai Juntang turned her head and gave her a look.
“If you know it’s expensive, then why are you still standing? Sit down.”
Cheng Wan had no choice but to sit. When she turned slightly, she had a perfect view of the lake. It felt relaxing.
The food was served quickly. It was a beautifully presented Western-style meal. Each of them received a serving of beef Wellington, along with more than ten side dishes.
Since Bai Juntang had to drive, she didn’t order wine—just two glasses of sparkling water.
Cheng Wan noticed how elegant her table manners were. Every move was smooth and quiet, clearly from years of practice. In contrast, Cheng Wan’s attempt to cut her steak was clumsy and loud. The knife scraped against the plate, making a rough sound with each motion.
By the time she was almost done, her hand was sore. She hadn’t expected eating a meal to be this exhausting.
Just then, she heard a soft chuckle.
She looked up and saw Bai Juntang sipping her water, watching her with amusement.
“Do you have something against that steak?” Bai Juntang asked, setting her glass down. “You’re attacking it like it did something to you.”