I Transmigrated as a Scumbag Alpha and Became a Good Wife - Chapter 3

Beep… beep…

Su Wenxun woke to the rhythmic beeping of the cardiac monitor. The air carried a faint antiseptic scent, and her vision swam in a sea of white.

Xu Xi wasn’t there.

Before her consciousness fully returned, her body reacted instinctively. She swung her legs off the bed and began searching for Xu Xi.

“Hiss—”

The IV needle dislodged from the back of her pale hand, beads of bl00d welling up. Ignoring the pain, Su Wenxun strode toward the door, only to collide with a female doctor in a white coat.

Bloodstains seeped through the gauze covering Su Wenxun’s glands. Her steps were unsteady, yet she stubbornly pressed forward.

Xia Lan, seeing an SSS-Tier Alpha reduced to such a state for the first time, couldn’t resist a harsh remark: “With bl00d pressure this low, you’re rushing out? If you want to die, no one’s stopping you.”

But the Alpha only asked anxiously, “Xu Xi—how is Xu Xi?”

As if fearing she hadn’t made herself clear, the Alpha added urgently, “She’s my wife. We were in the same villa. Is she alright?”

Xia Lan recognized Su Wenxun’s face; people with striking features are always easy to remember.

The president of City A’s largest conglomerate, a familiar face in the news, yet no one had ever heard of her being married. Xu Xi, who had been brought in by the same ambulance, was covered in bruises from abuse, and traces of aphrodisiacs were found in her bl00d.

As an Omega herself, Xia Lan’s voice turned cold. “Even if she’s your wife, Ms. Su, do you realize your actions constitute marital rape? Your wife was clearly not in heat, yet you forcibly induced it. Omegas are human beings, not toys for your sexual gratification.”

After speaking, Xia Lan gradually calmed down. She was merely a doctor, with no right or position to condemn a patient. A complaint from an SSS-Tier Alpha could easily result in her medical license being revoked and her dismissal from the hospital.

“You’re right,” the Alpha said unexpectedly, her eyes flickering with tenderness rather than the furious defensiveness Xia Lan had anticipated. “She’s not a toy, and she shouldn’t have to endure any of this.”

Xia Lan paused. “She’s in Bed 16. You should go see her.”

Before leaving, Xia Lan added, driven by personal concern, “She seems to have an adverse reaction to your pheromones. If you truly care for your wife, you should let her go.”

In the private hospital room, Xu Xi lay still on the bed, her eyelashes casting a shadow across her face.

Su Wenxun sat beside the bed, her gaze lowered. Even in sleep, without any expression, Xu Xi remained breathtakingly beautiful. But now, she resembled a rose that had long gone without rain—withered and drained of its original vitality.

Xu Xi’s hand, exposed to the air for too long, was cold and pale. Su Wenxun reached out and gently took it, trying to transfer warmth to her.

The past day and night had been overwhelming, Su Wenxun’s mind flooded with chaotic thoughts. But the doctor’s words struck her like an alarm bell, jolting her awake from her daze. Xu Xi loathed and rejected her pheromones, and no one could guarantee the remnant consciousness of the original owner wouldn’t resurface.

In that moment, she realized with stark clarity that only by leaving Xu Xi could she stop harming her.

Once Xu Xi recovered, Su Wenxun would initiate a divorce. Then, she would watch over her from the shadows, ensuring her safety and well-being for the rest of her life.

As they held hands, the warmth gradually returned to Su Wenxun’s palm. Xu Xi’s hand was small, exquisitely slender, and easily enveloped within her own. The warmth and texture of her skin told Su Wenxun that Xu Xi was no mere fictional character; the woman before her was a living, breathing person, with warmth and a distinct temperament. Even in the throes of heat, she had fiercely gripped the dagger, turning the tables on those who sought to harm her. Xu Xi shouldn’t be confined by the original narrative; she should bloom freely like a wild rose under the sun, growing without restraint.

“Wife, I’m so happy to see you in person,” Su Wenxun murmured.

She slowly released Xu Xi’s hand, not wanting her to see her when she woke.

As she rose to leave, her fingertips were suddenly gripped. “Don’t go,” Xu Xi whispered.

Su Wenxun’s injured glands, combined with her recent arrival in this world, made it difficult to fully control her pheromone release. Unbeknownst to her, the small hospital room had gradually filled with the scent of Snowfield Rose.

In her dream, Xu Xi first walked across scorching sand, her pace gradually quickening into long, desperate strides. It felt as though a giant serpent were chasing her, the repulsive scent of whiskey clinging to her like a suffocating shroud. She tried to shake it off, running with all her might, sweat beading on her forehead, each breath burning her throat. Her calves ached and swelled, the soles of her bare feet torn and bleeding, yet she didn’t stop. She ran aimlessly forward, as if no place could ever be her sanctuary.

Just as despair threatened to overwhelm her, crystalline snowflakes began to fall, settling on the crimson petals of Snowfield Roses. Layer upon layer, the cold and vibrant fragrance intertwined, banishing the stench of whiskey. Among the countless snow-covered roses, a figure ahead tightly gripped her hand, pulling her forward, out of the hopeless predicament.

But then, their clasped hands gradually loosened.

Xu Xi didn’t want to be alone again. A wave of loneliness and unease washed over her, compelling her to instinctively reach out and grab the other person’s hand.

Don’t go.

Sensing Xu Xi’s movement, Su Wenxun paused her retreat. She glanced down at Xu Xi, who remained asleep, whimpering softly like an abandoned stray cat mewing for human attention.

Slowly, Su Wenxun knelt beside the bed, her body and spirit utterly exhausted. She leaned close to Xu Xi and whispered, “Okay, darling, I won’t leave.”

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, casting a diagonal ray across the white wall. Xu Xi’s eyelids fluttered slightly.

Her exposed hand didn’t feel cold. Following the warmth, Xu Xi’s gaze landed on Su Wenxun, who was leaning against the bedside. Her eyes then fell to their tightly clasped hands. Without hesitation, Xu Xi tried to pull away forcefully. But to her surprise, it required no effort at all.

It wasn’t that she had wrenched her hand from Su Wenxun’s grasp; rather, Su Wenxun had voluntarily released her.

Su Wenxun stared blankly at their hands, now separated by mere inches. The red marks left by Xu Xi’s tight grip were still visible on her palm.

Did I… hold onto Su Wenxun? Did she stay with me all night?

A flicker of panic and disbelief flashed in Xu Xi’s eyes. She let go of Su Wenxun’s hand, yet felt as if a large piece of her heart had been hollowed out.

Xu Xi desperately tried to convince herself that this was merely Su Wenxun’s specialty. Even before marrying into the Su Family, though she had sensed something amiss, she had never fully grasped the truth of Su Wenxun’s nature. Releasing false kindness—this is just another act in her usual charade.

She threw back the covers and rose without disturbing Su Wenxun. Leaning against the wall for support, she slowly made her way to the doctor’s office. Only Xia Lan was there, typing medical orders at her computer.

Hearing someone enter the office, Xia Lan turned around. Seeing Xu Xi, the delicate and beautiful Omega she remembered being abused by an Alpha, she stopped typing and said warmly, “Ms. Xu, you’re awake. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Xu Xi handed over a sealed transparent bag containing a used suppressant injector. Only a trace of blue liquid remained at the bottom. “Doctor Xia, could you analyze the composition of this liquid? I want to know what effects it might have on the human body.”

During the induced transformation into an SSS-Class Omega, Xu Xi had lost consciousness, but she could sense a renewed surge in her heat cycle. All these changes had occurred after Su Wenxun injected her with this drug.

Xia Lan took the injector and recognized the English drug name—a foreign suppressant not commonly used in China. It was understandable that Xu Xi wouldn’t be familiar with its effects. She explained matter-of-factly, “It’s a short-acting suppressant used to manage sudden heat cycles.”

Just as she was about to elaborate further, her brow furrowed, and a deep sense of awe rose from within her.

Her nose twitched slightly, detecting a faint rose-scented pheromone emanating from the glands on Xu Xi’s neck.

Xia Lan stared at Xu Xi in shock. As an S-Class Omega, the only pheromones that could inspire awe in her were those of an SSS-Class. Due to the aftereffects of aphrodisiacs and suppressants, Xu Xi was temporarily unable to regulate her pheromones, likely unaware of the potent aura she was emitting.

Xia Lan mistakenly believed Xu Xi was a naturally born SSS-Class Omega. Frowning, she said, “Ms. Su, your unique constitution means this suppressant will actually trigger a pheromone surge. The recipient will uncontrollably fall into heat.”

“Thank you, Doctor Xia.”

Hearing the confirmation, Xu Xi felt a mix of emotions: a bitter sense of “I knew it” and a fleeting pang of disappointment.

If she hadn’t consulted the doctor, she might have been tricked into believing it was just an ordinary suppressant.

But Su Wenxun, as the one who possessed the drug, couldn’t possibly be unaware of its true effects on F-Tier Omegas.

So Su Wenxun hadn’t been trying to save her; she had been trying to make Xu Xi lose even more control during her heat.

The bitterness spread through her limbs, stinging her throat.

You shouldn’t have trusted her, Xu Xi. You’re such a fool.

Both being SSS-Class, they met the discharge criteria in just three days.

During those three days, Su Wenxun visited Xu Xi every day without fail, but only dared to sneak in after Xu Xi had fallen asleep.

Sitting in the car, Xu Xi turned to look out the window. Golden ginkgo leaves fell like scattered gold dust, marking the arrival of late autumn and the chill in the air. Dressed too lightly, Xu Xi hugged her arms tightly, shivering slightly. Su Wenxun, whose attention was constantly on Xu Xi, immediately noticed and silently adjusted the car’s temperature a few degrees higher.

The traffic light changed, and the car slowed to a stop. The two waited in silence for the red light to turn green.

In that moment, even an ordinary traffic light seemed to take an eternity. The friction of her injured gland against her collar sent waves of pain through her, a constant reminder: Leaving Xu Xi will kill you.

Su Wenxun’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. Beside her lay a file folder containing their divorce agreement. The document stipulated that all of Su Wenxun’s assets—real estate, stocks, and other holdings—would be transferred to Xu Xi without compensation.

This was the last freedom she could give Xu Xi.

Breaking the silence, Su Wenxun began, “Wife, after we get back, I want to talk to you about…”

Honk! Honk! Honk!

Su Wenxun’s words were cut off by the piercing blare of a car horn. The traffic light had turned green, and the cars behind them were impatiently urging them forward.

Su Wenxun was about to finish speaking when Xu Xi interrupted coldly, “Fine, I agree.”

A corner of the file folder peeked out, and she knew exactly what was inside. Su Wenxun had never publicly announced their marriage, nor would she ever. All Su Wenxun wanted was an obedient pet. Having damaged the Alpha’s prized glands, Su Wenxun likely loathed her now and wanted to be rid of her immediately.

There was no point in clinging on, and Xu Xi had no desire to continue this charade with Su Wenxun.

Xu Xi closed her eyes tightly, her mind flashing with memories of her time with the Xu family:

Darkness. Cold. Isolation. Beatings.

For a moment, she couldn’t decide which was worse: staying with Su Wenxun or returning to the Xu family.

After the divorce, her mother would never let her off the hook. The thought made Xu Xi tremble slightly, desperately trying to suppress it, not wanting Su Wenxun to notice.

But the next moment, a warmth settled on her shoulders—the lingering body heat and clean scent of bath gel. She opened her eyes and glanced sideways. Su Wenxun was still focused on driving, but her jacket had been draped over Xu Xi.

Xu Xi’s gaze was complex. Why do all these unnecessary things when we’re about to divorce?

When they arrived at the villa, the damaged gate had been restored to its original state, as if nothing had ever happened.

Xu Xi’s keen eyes immediately noticed the difference between the front and back of the main gate.

The electronic security display had been replaced by a traditional lock.

The villa’s system was a dark surveillance network secretly built by the Su Group. Xu Xi stared at the new lock.

Su Wenxun actually went to the trouble of replacing it. Is she worried about the videos of my abuse being leaked?

“Wife, here’s the key.” Su Wenxun produced the key to the new lock.

Even before, Su Wenxun had never granted Xu Xi access to the villa. Xu Xi eyed her warily and said flatly, “I don’t need it.”

Su Wenxun knew she couldn’t earn Xu Xi’s trust in just a few days. Besides, after the divorce, the villa would be registered in Xu Xi’s name anyway. “Alright.”

The two stepped through the gate, one after the other.

At the long table, they sat at opposite ends, as far apart as possible, like a visible future where their paths would never cross again. Xu Xi watched Su Wenxun retrieve the file folder and waited silently for her verdict.

Just then, the default phone ringtone sounded. Su Wenxun pulled out her new phone, and Xia Lan’s name appeared on the screen. When Xu Xi was discharged from the hospital, Su Wenxun had insisted on getting Xia Lan’s number, despite her dislike for him, out of concern for Xu Xi’s continued health.

She rose and walked to another room to answer the call. Xia Lan’s voice came through the line:

“Ms. Su, there’s something I need to discuss with you. It would be best if Ms. Xu were present as well.”

Su Wenxun’s temple throbbed heavily, and her breathing grew labored. “Doctor Xia, is there something wrong with Xu Xi’s health?”

On the other end of the line, Xia Lan glanced at the report in her hand, which was clearly marked with Su Wenxun’s name. As a doctor, she couldn’t ignore a patient’s life or death, even if the patient was a scum Alpha. “No, this concerns you, Ms. Su. Testing has confirmed that you have been permanently marked by Ms. Xu. A reverse mark from an SSS-Class Omega will completely alter the structure of an Alpha’s glands, establishing a symbiotic relationship between your pheromones.”

“Symbiotic relationship…” Su Wenxun frowned. She hadn’t realized she had been permanently marked that day, but freeing Xu Xi remained her firm decision. “Doctor Xia, I’m divorcing Xu Xi today.”

Xia Lan was stunned, never expecting Su Wenxun to actually follow her final advice. But given the critical situation, she adopted a stern tone and issued an ultimatum: “Absolutely not. If you remain separated from Ms. Xu’s pheromones for too long, death is the only outcome.”

“The only solution is to permanently mark her, establishing a bidirectional symbiosis.”