I Heard I’m a Scummy Alpha? [Transmigration] - Chapter 11

Qi Yunwei’s eyes flew wide in shock.

Was she really that restless when she slept? She had never noticed before.

Just then, she felt something rubbing against her chest. Looking down, she saw Yan Zui’s snow-pale cheek pressed against her pajama top, faintly flushed from the friction. Apparently finding it comfortable, Yan Zui buried her entire face into her chest and rubbed again.

“…” Qi Yunwei froze, too embarrassed to move a muscle, caught between awkwardness and a strange shyness.

After a long while, Yan Zui finally stopped and lifted her head. Her long curled lashes quivered as she slowly opened her eyes.

Her ink-dark pupils, faintly veiled with mist, carried a trace of serenity and contentment.

She blinked slowly, clearing the haze from her gaze—only to meet Qi Yunwei’s startled eyes.

“Good morning. ha ha.” Qi Yunwei laughed awkwardly, flustered, already panicking over how she was supposed to explain this situation. She was certain she’d always been an orderly sleeper—waking up in exactly the same position she fell asleep. Why had everything changed after transmigrating into this book?

The moment Yan Zui focused on her, the faint flush on her cheeks iced over instantly.

Pulling herself upright from Qi Yunwei’s arms, her eyes darkened with anger. “Qi Yunwei, you”

Qi Yunwei quickly sat up too, lowering her head in a show of repentance.

But the side of her body that Yan Zui had pressed against had gone numb. She lost her balance, tipped sideways, and with a loud thud! toppled straight off the bed onto the carpet.

She was dazed from the fall.

Yan Zui looked down at her, suddenly realizing—Qi Yunwei hadn’t moved in her sleep at all. It was she herself who had rolled into Qi Yunwei’s arms.

“You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” Yan Zui asked abruptly, changing the subject.

Caught off guard by the sudden shift, Qi Yunwei climbed up from the carpet. “The carpet’s thick. I’m fine.”

Yan Zui gave a cool nod. “Mm.”

Without another word, she stepped off the bed on the far side, slipped on her slippers, and headed to the bathroom to wash up—her demeanor calm, almost natural.

But if one looked carefully, they’d see she was walking same hand, same foot.

Left alone in the bedroom, Qi Yunwei rubbed the back of her head. She could’ve sworn she heard the childish voice of a system, Xiaoman, when she hit the floor.

【Master, you didn’t mishear. It’s really Xiaoman.】

Qin Yunwei froze mid-way through folding the quilt.

【Master’s body outside the book suddenly fell into a coma. Xiaoman tried to link with your consciousness to heal you, but ended up being dragged into the novel as well.】

Suppressing her excitement, Qi Yunwei asked silently in her mind: [How do you know this is a novel?]

【Because every night Master has me read novels aloud until you fall asleep. Of course I know.】

A thought struck Qi Yunwei. [Then, those dreams I’ve been having these past two days.]

【They were Xiaoman’s attempts to send you reminders. Entering this world drained too much of my energy. Later I only received fragments of power, so I could only use dreams to nudge you.】

[Where’s your energy coming from now?] Qi Yunwei asked.

【Xiaoman’s not sure. Last night I suddenly received a huge amount. After sending you that dream, I kept absorbing it. I was so close to being fully recharged—but then the energy suddenly vanished.】

[When exactly did it disappear?]

Yan Zui had just come out of the bathroom, and seeing Qi Yunwei sitting motionless on the bed made her feel a pang of guilt. After all, she had been the one to break her own “no-physical-contact” warning.

She sat at the vanity, applying makeup, her gaze occasionally flicking toward Qi Yunwei in the mirror.

【It vanished the moment that pretty lady sitting at the vanity got up from you.】

Xiaoman, don’t use words like that! Qi Yunwei’s cheeks heated. She snuck a glance at Yan Zui, and only relaxed when she saw she was focused on her makeup.

Still, from Xiaoman’s words, it seemed Yan Zui was the source of the mysterious energy.

Qi Yunwei decided to test the theory.

After quickly washing up and changing clothes in front of Yan Zui—without the slightest awareness of modesty—she returned.

“…” Yan Zui’s expression darkened. Utterly shameless.

Pulling on her clothes naturally, Qi Yunwei walked over and asked lightly, “Yan Zui, what do you want for breakfast? I can make it.”

“No need. Uncle Jiang will handle breakfast,” Yan Zui replied coolly.

Qi Yunwei judged the distance between them—no more than half a meter. [Xiaoman, any energy now?]

【No energy, Master, but there’s a faint ripple.】

So it really was tied to Yan Zui.

But to be certain, she’d need closer contact.

The problem was, she couldn’t exactly touch Yan Zui of her own accord.

She frowned in frustration.

“I’m going to change clothes,” Yan Zui said as she stood.

Qi Yunwei blurted, “I’ll wait for you so we can eat together.”

Yan Zui’s frosty gaze locked onto her face. “I’m changing.”

Her face flamed red. “Sorry! I’ll step out right away.”

Out in the hall, she patted her chest, trying to calm her racing heart. The heat in her cheeks gradually faded.

Yan Zui’s eyes were simply too beautiful—lethal, even.

【Master, I’ve noticed you always panic around Yan Zui. You’re never calm.】

That’s because your master’s a sucker for beauty. With a top-tier face like that in front of me, how could I possibly stay calm?

【Ohhh, I see.】

By the time she reached the dining room, the butler had already laid out breakfast.

“Miss Yunwei,” he greeted warmly, “did you sleep well last night?”

“It was fine. No insomnia.” She sat down and glanced at the spread. “Uncle Jiang, are these all Yan Zui’s favorites?”

“That’s something you can ask Miss Yan yourself. Communication between spouses builds intimacy,” he said with a knowing smile.

Qi Yunwei nodded seriously. “You’re right. When Yan Zui comes out to eat, I’ll ask her.”

Then, with a faint sigh that carried a touch of indulgence, she added, “I’d wanted to wait and eat with her, but she insisted I come out first since she knows I have a weak stomach.”

The butler, entirely accustomed to this brand of public displays of affection, simply smiled. “If the master knew how affectionate you two were, he’d be overjoyed. I’m sure it won’t be long before we hear the good news of Miss Yan’s pregnancy.”

Qi Yunwei echoed him without hesitation, “I hope so.”

She had no idea what “good news of pregnancy” actually meant.

Just then, Yan Zui entered the dining room, fully dressed. Her gaze flickered at the sight of Qi Yunwei chatting so happily with the butler. She sat down beside her and asked lightly, “What were you talking about?”

The butler chuckled. “We were discussing when we might hear the good news of your pregnancy, Miss.”

Yan Zui’s hand froze around her chopsticks.

Qi Yunwei nodded earnestly. “Yes, exactly that.”

“Is that so,” Yan Zui replied faintly.

Something strange flickered in her eyes when she looked at Qi Yunwei, but it vanished a moment later beneath her usual cold indifference.

After breakfast, Yan Zui prepared to leave for work.

Qi Yunwei followed her outside. While waiting for the car, she repeated to her word-for-word what the butler had said earlier. “The more Uncle Jiang believes we’re truly in love, the sooner we can wrap up this arrangement. Then I won’t have to keep sharing your bedroom.”

Yan Zui glanced at her, her gaze meeting those clear, guileless eyes. She hesitated, then chose to believe her for now.

Qin Lifeng pulled up in front of the apartment. After parking, he stepped out to open Yan Zui’s door.

Just seeing his face made Qi Yunwei’s stomach churn, the memory of last night’s dream flashing through her mind. She darted ahead, opened the car door for Yan Zui herself, and smiled sweetly, ignoring Qin Lifeng’s cold glare.

“When you’re done with work, let me know. I’ll come out to meet you,” she told Yan Zui brightly.

From the corner of her eye, she caught Qin Lifeng’s gaze—now burning with venomous hatred.

Qi Yunwei thought grimly: she needed to get this potential criminal out of Yan Zui’s life as soon as possible.