I Heard I’m a Scummy Alpha? [Transmigration] - Chapter 1

The moment consciousness returned, an intoxicating wave of rich wine fragrance overwhelmed all of Qi Yunwei’s senses. Her previously calm bl00d ignited, boiling and burning, as though her veins might burst apart in the very next second.

She couldn’t hold back a sharp breath, eyelids fluttering open with difficulty. Before she could even make out her surroundings, someone’s hand clamped down on her shoulder. In the next heartbeat, her back slammed hard against the

wall—then the very source of that soul-shaking fragrance fell into her arms.

“Qi Yunwei, you drugged me.” The accusation was laced with hatred, but the woman’s voice was so soft it carried no real menace.

“It wasn’t me,” Yunwei shot back instantly.

How could it be? She had been diligently working overtime at the company—why would she drug anyone?

Her mind remained hazy, but she knew something about her own condition was terribly wrong. She lifted her gaze, intending to explain, only for her vision to blur with involuntary tears.

She blinked quickly, clearing her sight.

And froze.

Her heart thudded violently, dizzying her.

So, so beautiful.

Damp strands of hair clung messily to skin so pale it seemed to glow. Dark lashes curled against faintly blue-tinted eyes swimming with tears. Lips, perfectly shaped, parted slightly, breathing out fragrance so heady it clouded what little sanity Yunwei had left.

The woman was far too close. Yunwei could even see her own reflection in those misty eyes.

She shook her head hard, forcing clarity, and pressed her hands against the woman’s shoulders, pushing her back a little.

Even through thin fabric, the heat radiating from her skin was startling.

Yunwei mentally ran through the list of her corporate rivals, baffled. Who would go this far as to drug her and lock her in with a breathtaking beauty?

Were they planning to burst in and accuse her of misconduct, ruining her reputation?

Seriously? That kind of palace-intrigue scheme from century-old melodramas? Someone actually pulled that in real life?

“You need to calm down. The best thing we can do now is keep our distance. We can’t”

Her warning cut off.

The woman seemed drawn to something about Yunwei, eyes fogging further with a dangerous heat. She shoved Yunwei’s hand away with unexpected strength and pinned her against the wall instead.

The chill of the wall pressed into Yunwei’s back. Lowering her gaze, she noticed the unnatural flush at the woman’s ears.

The woman’s chin rested lightly on her shoulder as she inhaled deeply at Yunwei’s neck.

Do I smell like something, too?

What on earth had they been drugged with? She had never heard of anything like this.

Her mind spun through messy, fleeting thoughts—but the situation was far from optimistic. Even if she could restrain herself, she couldn’t restrain the beauty in her arms.

Maybe, just let things run their course?

In other words—give up resisting.

It wasn’t as if she would lose out. The only problem was whether the beauty would come after her with a knife once she sobered up.

Still dazed, Yunwei thought wryly.

After inhaling at her neck, the flush on the woman’s ears deepened, lashes lowering to conceal eyes completely drowned in mist. Her body trembled softly.

“Mark me.”

Her hot breath seared Yunwei’s ear. Pale skin swayed before her eyes, dizzying. Responsibility tugged at Yunwei, compelling her to resist one last time. “You’ll regret this.”

“Mark me, please.” The woman’s voice was soft, broken, pleading. Tilting her head, she bared the nape of her neck in a gesture of surrender.

Yunwei had no idea what “marking” meant, but instinct drove her toward the slight swell there, where the fragrance was thousands of times stronger, luring her to claim it.

Her teeth sharpened, poised to pierce tender skin.

Finally, her fangs touched. The body in her arms melted like water against her. Amid trembling ripples of spring warmth, Yunwei closed her eyes and bit down.

A low, simultaneous sigh of relief and satisfaction spilled from both their throats.

No one knew how much time passed before the fever in her bl00d slowly subsided, the scorching heat drained away, and the fragrance in the air thinned, until it vanished.

“What on earth are you two doing?!”

The door burst open. A middle-aged woman stormed in, her furious finger stabbing toward them.

Within moments, four or five more people rushed in. Some sneered, some glared in disgust, every face vivid with judgment.

So. It was a setup.

Yunwei’s eyes darkened. She drew her fangs back, not noticing how the puncture on the woman’s neck healed instantly.

She was sure she didn’t know any of these people. Whoever they were targeting, it wasn’t her—she’d simply been dragged into this mess.

She tightened her hold on the still-weak woman. Let them make their move—she would deal with it.

After all, it wasn’t like she had done anything but impulsively bite the beauty’s neck (thanks to some bizarre drug that made her want to sink her teeth in). If these people wanted to smear their reputations, they had seriously miscalculated.

“Yunwei, this is outrageous! How could you mark President Yan!” A middle-aged man stepped forward, face twisted in disapproval. His eyes looked at her as though she was filth. “You’ll come with me immediately to apologize to Chairman Yan!”

So, the beauty’s surname was Yan—and judging by his words, she was an executive. “Chairman Yan” was likely her elder.

Corporate war? A power struggle for inheritance?

But to use something as petty as chastity as leverage—wasn’t that far too outdated? What, one night together with “President Yan” would cause stock prices to tumble? Or make Chairman Yan cut her off from succession?

This wasn’t feudal times. Whoever had come up with this scheme was ridiculous.

Even more absurd—she, a total outsider, had been dragged in for no reason.

The man’s scowl deepened as Yunwei remained silent. “Qi Yunwei, I’m talking to you!”

Yunwei’s eyes snapped up. “You know my name?”

A chilling realization struck. She hadn’t been an accidental victim at all. These people knew her, knew her identity, and had deliberately orchestrated this with the woman in her arms.

That only made it more confusing.

From an outsider’s perspective, she wasn’t exactly unworthy. Why wouldn’t she be a decent match?

The man’s brows pinched tighter. “What nonsense! I’m your father. I gave you that name. Now let go of President Yan this instant!”

Yunwei blinked in shock. Looking closely, she confirmed this man’s face bore absolutely no resemblance to her real father. Her expression chilled. “Don’t insult my father.”

Something in her voice made everyone instinctively recoil, clutching their chests as they stumbled back a step.

The middle-aged woman who had first barged in tried to scold gently. “Yunwei, don’t speak to your father like that.”

Yunwei’s sharp gaze cut her off instantly. The woman snapped her mouth shut.

Those standing behind exchanged uneasy glances. Since when did the Qi family’s “useless second daughter” have such presence?

The woman in her arms stirred, regaining a bit of strength. Her arm tightened faintly around Yunwei’s shoulders.

Quickly, Yunwei helped her up.

One look at that face still stunned her.

Compared to earlier, the woman now seemed as fragile as a dew-kissed flower, breakable at the slightest touch. Damp curls clung to flushed cheeks, long lashes lifted slowly, revealing those misty blue-black eyes.

“Let go of me.” Her voice was faint, but resolute.

The aversion and rejection in her gaze made Yunwei pause. She loosened her hold and watched the woman turn and walk out, step by step, until her figure disappeared.

Those at the doorway were silent as death, none daring even to glance at her.

The so-called father and the middle-aged woman turned pale, too afraid to speak.

The moment the woman left, the tension in the room dissipated.

The crowd quickly made excuses and slipped away. The middle-aged man, ignoring them, told the woman beside him, “Jiusi, take Yunwei home. I’ll go find your sister-in-law—we need to resolve this immediately.”

Qi Jiusi quickly nodded. “Don’t worry, big brother.”

He left in a hurry.

Now only Yunwei and Jiusi remained.

Yunwei stood dazed, still shaken by the look in the woman’s eyes just moments ago.

The woman must have misunderstood. They had both been victims, yet she believed Yunwei the culprit.

This touched her honor—she would have to explain, no matter what.

“Yunwei.” Jiusi waved a hand in front of her.

She blinked back to awareness, only to find Jiusi grinning smugly. “How was that? Even your father didn’t suspect a thing. Didn’t I tell you I’d make the perfect ally?”

Father? Aunt? When had she acquired these bargain relatives? No audience, yet they were still acting—cosplay? Murder mystery roleplay?

Yunwei glanced around. The décor was an old-fashioned style from over a century ago. Not a single smart device in sight.

That’s when unease truly settled in. She had grown up in a hyper-digital city. This? She’d only ever seen such settings in TV dramas.

Her chest tightened. “How did you bring me here?” she demanded.

Jiusi blinked. “What are you talking about? Bring you here? This was all your idea, remember? At the banquet—you planned to drug Yan Zui and mark her. I’d bring people to catch you two in the act. Once she was marked as your Omega, Chairman Yan would have no choice but to let you marry her. Yan Zui’s his only daughter—after that, the Yan Corporation would be as good as yours.”

Lowering her voice conspiratorially, Jiusi added, “Honestly, Yunwei, it was genius.”

Yan Zui. Marking. Omega.

Yunwei’s mind went blank.

Her soul seemed to drift out of her body as Jiusi’s voice warped and faded.

She had somehow transmigrated into a novel?