I Transmigrated as a Scumbag Alpha and Became a Good Wife - Chapter 6

Xu Xi blinked, a trace of post-sleep confusion lingering in her eyes.

When did I fall asleep?

Sharing a room with Su Wenxun, she should have been on guard. Why had she slept so soundly all night?

As she propped herself up, a gentle tug came from her pinky finger. She glanced down in surprise to see their pinkies still intertwined, warmth flowing between their linked fingers, creating a fleeting illusion of closeness.

Carefully disentangling her finger, Xu Xi slid out of bed. Her foot brushed against something soft on the floor. It was the large, unidentified creature, still tightly wrapped in the blanket, having spent the entire night like that.

She initially intended to leave immediately, but her pinky, still slightly numb and retaining Su Wenxun’s body heat, stirred an inexplicable sensation in her heart.

Compelled by some inexplicable impulse, Xu Xi crouched down and pulled back a corner of the blanket, revealing Su Wenxun’s face.

Su Wenxun’s features were typically cold and aloof, radiating an intimidating aura that warned strangers to keep their distance. But after a night buried under the covers, her fair cheeks were flushed pink, and her lips, slightly parted from lack of oxygen, were a dewy crimson, like a Snowfield Rose bud.

“…Cute,” Xu Xi murmured unconsciously.

Perhaps because the blanket had been pulled back, exposing her to the sunlight, Su Wenxun’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if she were about to wake.

In the next instant, the light dimmed again.

Xu Xi had already straightened up, her gaze wavering as she stared at the blanket she had hastily tucked back into place.

“It seems my illness is more severe than I thought, to utter such foolish words to Su Wenxun.”

Su Wenxun opened her eyes, her cheeks flushed, and struggled to emerge from the covers, taking a deep breath. “Strange,” she murmured.

The blanket seemed to be wrapped even tighter than yesterday.

Her first thought upon waking was to find Xu Xi. She turned to look, but the bed was already empty. The silk duvet lay perfectly smooth, without a single wrinkle, as if no one had ever slept there.

Yet Su Wenxun knew Xu Xi was still in the villa, waiting for her to return to the Xu family home together.

After neatly folding the blanket, Su Wenxun opened the closet, her brow furrowing slightly. Everything inside was pure white.

Not wanting to keep Xu Xi waiting, Su Wenxun grabbed a random outfit, checked her reflection in the dressing mirror to ensure nothing was amiss, and headed downstairs.

Hearing the click of heels on the steps, Xu Xi, who had been waiting on the sofa, turned her head. The Alpha was wearing a simple satin dress today, its hem billowing gently with each step like cascading waves, revealing a glimpse of her slender, fair calves.

Her ankles were delicate, the arch of her foot graceful as a bridge. In contrast to her usual understated attire, her high heels were a vibrant red, as if roses bloomed with every step.

For some reason, Xu Xi was reminded of the snowfield rose from her dream that day.

Su Wenxun drove Xu Xi back to the Xu family home this time. As Xu Xi opened the car door, she noticed a warm blanket draped over the passenger seat.

She pressed her lips together slightly, said nothing, and simply sat down, covering her legs with the blanket.

After a few turns, Su Wenxun gradually slowed down and stopped in front of a charming little Western-style house.

Xu Xi gazed at the building, its elegant German architecture accentuated by vibrant crimson roses cascading down the wrought-iron balcony railings against the white walls, radiating vitality.

But this wasn’t the Xu family home. Why had Su Wenxun brought her here?

Before she could ask, a stylish redhead woman sashayed forward, her eyes gleaming as she greeted Xu Xi, “Hello, Ms. Xu! I’m Sissie, your stylist for today.”

Sissie had received a call from Su Wenxun the previous day, instructing her to give her wife a complete makeover.

Stylists were notoriously well-connected, privy to all sorts of gossip. While others might be clueless, Sissie knew everything. She had even heard whispers about Su Wenxun’s secret marriage, and that her partner was an F-Tier Omega.

Given Xu Xi’s F-Tier status and the fact that their marriage hadn’t been publicly announced, Sissie had initially assumed she was an unattractive woman unworthy of attention. But upon meeting her today, she realized the rumors were false. Even in the simplest attire, Xu Xi’s beauty left her breathless.

Sissie even thought that Xu Xi could drape herself in burlap and people would mistake it for a bespoke haute couture design.

Before Xu Xi could react, Sissie eagerly whisked her into the villa, completely neglecting Su Wenxun, the actual paying client.

Su Wenxun didn’t mind, following them with a smile. Since they were returning home, she thought, she’d naturally want to make a grand entrance for her wife. The two-story villa was meticulously decorated with unique details, exuding charm without feeling dated. She always enjoyed exploring distinctive homes, and since getting ready would take time, she ascended the wooden staircase, each step creaking softly under her weight.

Before the mirror, a soft brush gently swept across Xu Xi’s eyelids, blending reddish-brown eyeshadow into the creases. With each blink, her eyes resembled the vibrant wings of a butterfly unfurling.

Once the styling was complete, Sissie stared intently at Xu Xi, clutching her chest and sighing repeatedly, “It was worth it! I can’t believe I’ve met such a perfect muse in my lifetime.”

She wanted to admire Xu Xi longer, but then her phone rang:

Client call, client call, answer it quick, answer it quick—

Sissie glanced at the caller ID, which read “Nuisance Producer,” gritted her teeth, and stomped her foot. “Muse, I’m so sorry! I have to step out for a bit. Next time, I’ll do ten free styling sessions for you—I’ll be at your beck and call 24/7!”

Xu Xi chuckled at Sissie’s words and demeanor, a faint smile flickering in her eyes. “Alright, I’ll remember that.”

“By the way, Ms. Su has been missing since earlier. If you’re bored, feel free to wander around here.” Sissie grabbed her bag and waved goodbye. “See you next time!”

“See you next time.”

After Sissie left, the mansion fell silent, leaving Xu Xi alone. Since her mother’s death when she was twelve, she hadn’t been so meticulously styled, except for that day when her mother used her as a bargaining chip to meet “Su Wenxun.”

She gazed at her reflection in the mirror, wondering, “Is this to save her face at the homecoming visit? Or is there another reason?”

Creak… creak…

The metal hinges of the arched glass door groaned, jolting Xu Xi out of her reverie. She turned toward the sound and saw that Sissie had forgotten to close the door when she left. Xu Xi rose and walked over, her hand reaching for the door to shut it.

A petal drifted into the room on the breeze. The marble steps outside were carpeted with fiery red rose petals, cascading down each tier.

Just then, a perfect, vibrant rose fell, too beautiful to let drop to the ground. Xu Xi instinctively stepped forward, reaching out to catch it.

“Wife, this is for you.”

The girl’s clear, bright voice rang out.

The old “Su Wenxun” had never used this intimate term of endearment, nor had she ever truly acknowledged Xu Xi’s status. Yet in recent days, Su Wenxun had been calling her “Wife” repeatedly, and Xu Xi had gradually grown accustomed to the name.

Hearing the call, she responded naturally, “Mm.”

Realizing what she had just agreed to, Xu Xi’s eyes flashed with panic and regret. Her lashes lowered, concealing her emotions, but a patch of red caught her eye—the rose in her palm, as if it were a scalding heart.

Meanwhile, Su Wenxun stood on the second-floor balcony, though she had mentally prepared herself, the moment she saw Xu Xi, her pupils trembled, filled with awe.

Bathed in sunlight and a gentle breeze, Xu Xi stood below, gazing up in her direction. The breeze rustled, lifting stray strands of hair from her forehead, framing her palm-sized face against the backdrop of the drooping rose—a breathtakingly beautiful sight. Her alluring brows and eyes were meticulously defined, the lower lashes now drooping while the eyeliner flicked upward, giving her an even more feline look. Her full lips, painted a vibrant red, seemed even more luscious than the blooming rose. A crimson dress draped over her, and her seaweed-like hair had been carefully styled into perfect, languid curls that cascaded down her bare, porcelain-white back.

In that moment, Su Wenxun clearly understood that Xu Xi’s beauty was a dazzling radiance that struck straight to the heart—aggressively, directly, capable of storming into anyone’s heart.