I Heard I’m a Scummy Alpha? [Transmigration] - Chapter 10
When they arrived at Yan Zui’s apartment, Qi Yunwei got out of the car and went to the trunk to retrieve her suitcase. But whether it was because the luggage was too heavy or because this new body of hers was simply too frail, she tried twice and still couldn’t lift it.
Lifting her head, she caught Qin Lifeng glaring at her with undisguised disdain. Without hesitation, she turned away and went to find the butler instead.
Don’t be fooled by Uncle Jiang’s age—pushing fifty and a Beta—but his strength was far greater than this weakling of an Alpha. With little effort, he hauled the suitcase out of the trunk.
“Eight-thirty tomorrow morning,” Yan Zui instructed Qin Lifeng.
Unwilling but powerless to protest, he left, throwing Qi Yunwei one last venomous look before he went. The warning and icy malice in his eyes sent a chill down her spine.
Qi Yunwei: “…”
What was with everyone here? Why did they all like glaring at her?
She followed Yan Zui into the apartment.
Once inside, the butler asked cheerfully, “Miss, which bedroom is yours? I’ll carry Miss Yunwei’s luggage in.”
Yan Zui’s red lips pressed into a thin line. She frowned slightly, then pointed at the door to the left. “That one.”
After the butler went in, Qi Yunwei leaned close and whispered, “Yan Zui, what do we do later? Do you have enough blankets? I can make a bed on the floor.”
With a few layers of quilts, it wouldn’t be much different from a mattress.
Yan Zui glanced at her, her sapphire-black eyes glinting. After a pause, she said, “We’ll talk about it later.”
Originally, Yan Zui only intended to use Qi Yunwei for routine marking—she had no plans for deeper involvement. But the butler’s presence had disrupted her arrangements.
She shot Qi Yunwei a cold look. “Don’t entertain thoughts you shouldn’t. The contract is still binding.”
Qi Yunwei raised her hands in defense. “Don’t worry, I don’t have any of those messy thoughts.”
Besides, what could possibly happen between two women? At most, she might slip up like that first night and bite her again.
Yan Zui’s gaze lingered. “For your sake, I hope so.”
The butler soon came out and asked, “Miss, which room should I stay in?”
Yan Zui led him to the guest room she had originally set aside for Qi Yunwei.
He chuckled, saying, “It’s your wedding night—I really shouldn’t be here playing the third wheel. But the Master was worried. Don’t worry, Miss. As long as he’s convinced you and Miss Yunwei are getting along, he’ll let me return home.”
Yan Zui’s eyes flickered slightly. “I understand, Uncle Jiang. It’s late—get some rest.”
After Yan Zui returned to the living room, Qi Yunwei glanced at the closed guestroom door and whispered, “Looks like Uncle Jiang won’t be watching us constantly. I can stay in another guestroom and slip into your room before he wakes up in the morning.”
She knew perfectly well the butler was Yan Zhao’s spy. If he couldn’t be convinced of their authenticity, he might never leave.
“You’re staying with me,” Yan Zui said flatly before walking into her own bedroom.
Qi Yunwei blinked, thinking she’d misheard, then quickly followed.
Yan Zui opened her wardrobe, shifted her clothes to one side, clearing about a third of the space, and gestured toward the suitcase. “Take your clothes out and put them here.”
Obediently, Qi Yunwei unpacked—white T-shirts and denim jeans, one after another, all nearly identical.
Yan Zui frowned at the monotonous wardrobe but said nothing.
“Your toiletries go in the bathroom.” She pushed open the door and cleared a spot for Qi Yunwei’s things.
By the time the suitcase was emptied, Qi Yunwei was as well. She collapsed onto the sofa opposite the bed, panting like she’d just run a marathon.
For the first time, Yan Zui realized just how poor her stamina was. What they’d done hardly even counted as exercise, yet she was already drained. Even delicate Omegas could manage household chores without looking this spent.
Qi Yunwei rested for a while before sitting up properly. With a few days of decent meals, her complexion had improved considerably.
Yan Zui sat nearby, observing her. When she opened her eyes—long lashes damp, dark eyes glazed with a soft mist—Yan Zui couldn’t understand.
How could someone vicious enough to drug and forcibly mark an Omega show such unguarded clarity and gentleness?
Qi Yunwei, unaware of Yan Zui’s scrutiny, turned her head—and unexpectedly met those deep blue-black eyes. She smiled instinctively. “Yan Zui, where am I sleeping tonight?”
Her gaze drifted to the carpet beside the bed. Plush and soft, it looked like it wouldn’t be too bad for a night.
“On the bed,” Yan Zui said.
Qi Yunwei’s eyes widened. “You like sleeping on the carpet?”
Yan Zui’s hand stilled on the wardrobe door. “I’m sleeping on the bed too.”
She pulled a spare quilt from the top shelf and spread it across the mattress.
Qi Yunwei gaped. “Is that really necessary? Uncle Jiang isn’t going to come barging in.”
“My room doesn’t have a lock,” Yan Zui replied coolly. “Better safe than sorry.”
Yan Zhao’s goal was to ensure she and Qi Yunwei would produce children. Sharing a bed was essential. If there was the slightest hint of irregularity, not only would the butler stay longer, but Yan Zhao himself might intervene.
She needed to shake off her family’s surveillance as quickly as possible.
“You should shower,” Yan Zui said.
Since Yan Zui didn’t seem bothered by sharing the bed, Qi Yunwei went to the bathroom without hesitation.
The shower system was a bit less advanced than in her original world, but still manageable.
When she came out, Yan Zui wasn’t in the room. Exhaustion hit her hard—after changing into pajamas, she climbed onto her side of the bed, pulled the covers up, and was asleep within a minute.
Yan Zui had bathed in the secondary bedroom. After drying her hair and changing, she returned to find the room unnervingly quiet.
Qi Yunwei was fast asleep, her cheeks flushed, damp hair soaking the pillow, water droplets clinging to her forehead and temples.
Yan Zui frowned.
If she rolled over in her sleep, that damp hair would touch her side of the bed. Completely intolerable.
If not for the pheromone-driven system, no one in this world would ever willingly marry.
Who could endure the violation of their personal space for decades?
Her face cold, Yan Zui retrieved a hairdryer from the bathroom, plugged it in, and began drying Qi Yunwei’s hair.
The steady hum didn’t wake her. Even when Yan Zui tilted her head to reach the back, she didn’t stir.
Luckily, her hair was short—within minutes, it was dry. Yan Zui went so far as to swap out the wet pillow for a dry one before finally turning in herself.
The bed was big enough; even with two people, there was still room for two more between them.
Switching off the bedside lamp, Yan Zui lay down and turned her back to Qi Yunwei.
But on the other side, Qi Yunwei was dreaming again.
This time, the dream was darker than ever—starring Yan Zui and Qin Lifeng.
In it, Qin Lifeng wasn’t merely a bodyguard. He was the actual owner of the security company. From the start, he had disguised himself as a guard to get close to Yan Zui after falling for her at first sight.
To him, she had once been a goddess. But after her marriage to Qi Yunwei—and after Qi Yunwei delivered her to Qi Fanghuai’s bed—that goddess image shattered.
It turned out Qin Lifeng had even aided Qi Fanghuai, hiding Yan Zui away in the secret basement of his company.
The despair and suffocating darkness Yan Zui endured seeped into Qi Yunwei’s dream, making her curl up and tremble.
She didn’t know how long it lasted before a warm presence drew near, driving away the cold.
In the morning, Qi Yunwei blinked awake groggily. Looking down, she froze—Yan Zui was nestled in her arms, cheek pressed to her chest, the two of them wrapped under the same quilt.
Qi Yunwei: “!”