I Transmigrated as a Scumbag Alpha and Became a Good Wife - Chapter 4

As a doctor, Xia Lan had a duty to fully inform her patients about their medical conditions. Xu Xi was Su Wenxun’s legal wife, and even with a permanent mark, no one could question this decision. Moreover, Su Wenxun’s life was at stake, and no one in the world would willingly throw away their life.

Yet, as an Omega of the same type, Xia Lan suddenly didn’t want to hear Su Wenxun’s answer. It was too cruel. “Ms. Su, please discuss this with your wife. I’ll hang up now.”

But Su Wenxun’s clear voice rang out from the other end of the line: “Doctor Xia, I won’t permanently mark Xu Xi.”

“Do you realize what you’re saying?” Xia Lan gripped the report in her hand tightly.

Su Wenxun’s tone remained calm, as if she were merely describing the day’s weather: “Yes, I understand. I’ll die.”

Su Wenxun fully understood the implications of a permanent mark. In this ABO world, it meant an Omega’s unconditional submission to an Alpha, their obsession with the Alpha’s pheromones. This physiological transformation was terrifying. Once Xu Xi entered heat, no matter how strong her will, Su Wenxun could deliberately manipulate her, stripping away her rationality and reducing her to a slave of lust.

In Breaking the Chains, the original protagonist had also attempted to permanently mark Xu Xi through coercion, but Xu Xi had destroyed her scent glands. This, however, only intensified the original protagonist’s later abuse of Xu Xi.

Given Xu Xi’s temperament, she would rather die than be marked by her.

Su Wenxun couldn’t repeat the mistakes of the past and harm Xu Xi again.

“Doctor Xia, if I don’t permanently mark Xu Xi, how long do I have to live?”

Startled by the unexpected question, Xia Lan struggled to answer. “Three months,” she said, her voice strained. “But if you maintain prolonged exposure to Xu Xi’s pheromones, that could be extended to a year.”

“That’s enough.”

Su Wenxun reached up to touch her temple, where a bullet had once pierced through. Beneath her fingertips, the bl00d vessels pulsed with vigorous life.

In her previous world, she had relied on Xu Xi to endure her final days.

Three months was already more than enough.

After hanging up, Su Wenxun returned to her room. It was empty; Xu Xi wasn’t at the desk.

Just then, a middle-aged woman’s voice rang out from downstairs, sharp and laced with arrogant disdain. Though the sound traveled between floors, Su Wenxun, as an SSS-Tier Alpha, possessed senses far more acute than ordinary people, allowing her to hear every word clearly.

“Xu Xi, is this how you repay my kindness for raising you? I taught you that carrying a child is the only way to keep a man.” Ming Manxiang’s contemptuous gaze landed on Xu Xi’s neck, smooth and unmarked by an Alpha’s bite. Her voice dripped with malicious sarcasm:

“With your shameless, vixen-like behavior, you still can’t get into Su Wenxun’s bed?”

Xu Xi, long accustomed to her insults, curled her lips into a faint, indifferent smile. “No, I can’t match my mother’s skill.”

“You disrespectful little b1tch!” Ming Manxiang snapped, her face flushing with anger. As a former mistress who had clawed her way to legitimacy, she couldn’t bear such remarks. She raised her hand to deliver a stinging slap.

But her wrist was suddenly seized, halting her movement. The other woman clearly had no concept of treating women with gentleness; her fingers tightened mercilessly. Ming Manxiang’s wrist throbbed with pain, sweat beading on her forehead as she nearly collapsed to the ground.

“Mother, what are you doing here? Did you come to the Su Family to ‘visit’ my wife? I don’t recall inviting you.”

Su Wenxun’s tone was polite and measured, yet carried an unmistakable warning.

Standing protectively before Xu Xi, Su Wenxun towered at 173 centimeters, her slender waist and long legs accentuated by her commanding presence. Even in her stiletto heels, Ming Manxiang was half a head shorter.

Forced to look up, Ming Manxiang felt a sudden chill, her earlier mocking tone vanishing. “I’m here to ask Su Wenxun about Xu Xi. You’ve been married for a month now, and it’s customary to return home for a visit.”

Her gaze lowered, a cold, sinister glint flashing in her eyes. “Xu Xi, Wanwan misses you terribly.”

Xu Xi glanced at Su Wenxun, who stood protectively in front of her, shielding her completely. A bitter smile tugged at her lips. Why did I falter for even a moment, knowing she’s putting on an act?

But when she heard her sister Wanwan’s name, Xu Xi’s hand clenched involuntarily at her side.

Only the Xu Family’s secret medicine could cure Wanwan’s illness. Ming Manxiang was reminding her of this.

As Xu Xi stepped forward, she watched her shadow gradually separate from the protective one behind her. She was alone now, facing this alone.

Then a warm hand closed around hers. Xu Xi turned in surprise to see Su Wenxun standing tall and composed. “Mother, I forgot about the homecoming visit. Please don’t blame Xu Xi. We’ll come see Wanwan and you all tomorrow.”

Ming Manxiang hadn’t expected Su Wenxun to defend Xu Xi, contradicting everything she’d heard. Staring at their tightly clasped hands, she cursed inwardly. No wonder she’s such a seductress—she’s even bewitched Su Wenxun.

Though her heart twisted with malice, Ming Manxiang forced a benevolent facade. “Alright, I’ll be waiting for you to come home tomorrow. Xu Xi, I need to speak to you alone…”

Ming Manxiang tried to continue, but Su Wenxun cut her off. “Mother, it must be tiring for my wife to listen to you here. If there’s anything else, tell me, and I’ll relay it. Wife, go upstairs first. I’ll join you shortly.”

Xu Xi couldn’t immediately discern the sincerity behind Su Wenxun’s words. But facing Ming Manxiang, her stomach churned with nausea. This was just another attempt to use her sister to pressure her. She retorted to Su Wenxun, “If you’re tired of listening to Mother, then send her away sooner.”

Su Wenxun’s lips curved slightly. “Alright,” she agreed.

Hearing the two women’s coordinated responses, Ming Manxiang nearly exploded with rage. But the Xu Group relied heavily on Su Wenxun, and she feared Xu Xi might poison Su Wenxun’s mind. She had no choice but to swallow her anger.

Just wait until Su Wenxun tires of her, she thought. Then I’ll make that little b1tch suffer!

For a moment, only Su Wenxun and Ming Manxiang remained by the villa’s entrance.

Ming Manxiang scrutinized Su Wenxun. Her striking beauty was common knowledge throughout City A, explaining why the media favored her, frequently featuring her in interviews and articles.

Though Su Wenxun’s appearance remained the same, Ming Manxiang sensed a profound shift in her demeanor today.

Her brows and eyes radiated a cold, captivating beauty, her aura pure and aloof, like a rose blooming in the snow—thorned and sharp.

Yet even facing Su Wenxun, Ming Manxiang had come prepared.

“Wenxun, I went to the temple to get you and Xu Xi a Concentric Lock. It’s said to bless couples with eternal harmony.”

As Ming Manxiang spoke, she rummaged through her limited-edition handbag, “accidentally” pulling out another item in the process.

A bracelet lay silently on the floor, its centerpiece a heart-shaped stone with a hole through it. The crudely handcrafted stone bore two faded capital letters, worn smooth from repeated rubbing: SX.

Ming Manxiang was certain Su Wenxun would be shaken to her core by this bracelet—it had been the love token between her and Lin Yuexiao.

The shadow looming over her grew closer. Just as I thought, Ming Manxiang mused. Xu Xi is merely a substitute, a fleeting whim. Seeing Lin Yuexiao’s memento will surely make Su Wenxun despise Xu Xi, perhaps even abuse her to death.

The weight in Su Wenxun’s hand suddenly lightened as she accepted the wooden box containing the Concentric Lock. “Thank you, Mother. Xu Xi and I will follow your wishes and remain eternally united.”

She lowered her gaze to the bracelet on the floor and said lightly, “Mother, you dropped your trash.”

Ming Manxiang’s face flushed crimson with anger, but she forced herself to feign surprise, hastily picking up the bracelet and shoving it back into her bag. “Oh, I’m so sorry you saw Yuexiao’s bracelet. I ran into her in Country Y recently. She asked about you and asked me to bring this back for you. Ah, it’s all my clumsiness—I shouldn’t have dropped it.”

Lin Yuexiao’s name was the white moonlight that the original owner had been obsessed with for five years.

Su Wenxun watched Ming Manxiang’s clumsy performance, inwardly amused. If the original owner were here, she would likely have chased after even the slightest news of her white moonlight, abandoning Xu Xi in the process.

But now, Ming Manxiang was facing her.

“Mm,” Su Wenxun replied indifferently, as if Lin Yuexiao were merely a casual acquaintance.

She turned and walked into the villa.

Seeing this, Ming Manxiang angrily gripped the handle of her bag, leaving visible marks on the delicate lambskin. The departing Alpha suddenly stopped, and Ming Manxiang’s heart leaped with joy, thinking things might be turning around.

But Su Wenxun merely swept her long, black hair to one side, exposing her slender, pale neck. The nape of an Alpha’s neck is their most sensitive and guarded area, yet now it bore a clear bite mark, a testament to intimacy and passion.

“One more thing,” Su Wenxun said without turning around. “Mother, my wife and I are very close. I didn’t leave a mark on Xu Xi because I couldn’t bear to.”