I Transmigrated as a Scumbag Alpha and Became a Good Wife - Chapter 8

Xu Chuyue first fixed her gaze on Su Wenxun, her brows lowering, casting a shadow from her thick, dark lashes. The dimness only intensified the sharp glint in her eyes, like a blade piercing straight through her opponent.

The iris pheromones carried an aggressive edge, and Su Wenxun had experienced similar standoffs countless times in her past life. The atmosphere froze, as if the air itself had ceased to move, even the sunlight reflecting through the window seemed to turn cold. The pheromones of a fellow Alpha made Su Wenxun’s heart pound violently, yet her bl00d seemed to simmer with a hidden heat.

Her Alpha instincts urged her to unleash her pheromones, to crush the other woman completely.

But Su Wenxun restrained herself with almost docile obedience.

After a long moment, Xu Chuyue slowly withdrew the scissors from the flower stem.

Without a word, she strode toward the main hall exit. As they brushed past each other, she chuckled softly, a hint of admiration in her voice. “You’ve changed quite a bit.”

“But remember this: Xu Xi can only bear the Xu surname.”

In the next instant, a cold weight settled into Su Wenxun’s hand, and the sound of high heels clicking against the marble floor faded into the distance.

Lowering her gaze, Su Wenxun looked at the scissors in her hand, her eyes flickering.

The gamble paid off.

Xu Chuyue had handed her the strings controlling Xu Xi.

In the original story, Xu Chuyue’s possessiveness had long surpassed normal bounds, and Xu Xi was the doll she gripped most tightly. Even as her nails gradually pierced the doll’s fabric, she refused to let her puppet escape her grasp. Yet her twisted, perverse desires also made her relish watching the puppet struggle to break free, all while remaining a plaything in her hands.

By mimicking the original owner’s tone and displaying an even stronger desire for control—only to be outmatched by her opponent—Su Wenxun had managed to loosen Xu Chuyue’s surveillance of Xu Xi.

The scissors were carelessly tossed to the ground. Su Wenxun stepped over them and left the main hall.

Butler Lin, who had watched the two women exit one after the other, entered the hall to tidy up, frozen in place. “This…”

The silver scissors, engraved with delicate iris crests, which Xu Chuyue never let out of her sight, now lay shattered into pieces on the floor.

When Su Wenxun returned to the Central Hallway, she saw Xu Xi standing there, her brow slightly furrowed and a faint sheen of cold sweat on her forehead. Despite her discomfort, Xu Xi’s impeccable upbringing prevented her from leaning against the wall; she merely pressed a hand to her abdomen, a clear sign that her stomach ailment had flared up again.

Seeing this, Su Wenxun strode over to Xu Xi. “Wife, have some of these.”

Xu Xi blinked in surprise at the sudden appearance of the soda crackers. Her stomach pain was so intense she hadn’t even noticed Su Wenxun approaching.

When did she prepare these? It was as if Su Wenxun had brought them specifically for her.

Xu Xi accepted the crackers with a distant “Thank you.”

Seeing Xu Xi didn’t reject her kindness, Su Wenxun’s eyes lit up with warmth, the lingering frustration from her earlier confrontation with Xu Chuyue vanishing completely.

Even the way my wife nibbles on crackers is so adorable!

Thanks to the neutralizing effect of the soda crackers, the burning sensation in Xu Xi’s stomach subsided. The Omega’s alluring eyes unconsciously narrowed slightly, revealing a relaxed expression. To Su Wenxun, it was like watching a ragdoll cat basking in the sun, its soft belly exposed.

As Xu Xi chewed on the crackers, she felt Su Wenxun’s gaze burning into her, radiating undisguised affection—the same way she used to look at her beloved kitten as a child.

This person… is so strange.

“How was your tour of the Ancestral Home?”

“I only saw part of it,” Su Wenxun said eagerly. “When we have time, Wife, will you show me the rest?”

“Of course.”

Hearing this, Su Wenxun’s eyes curved into a brighter smile.

After finishing the last cracker, Xu Xi glanced at the time and said, “It’s getting late. We should go greet Mother in the main hall.”

Su Wenxun’s expression darkened at the mention of Xu Chuyue. She suddenly remembered that as an Alpha fiercely possessive of Omegas, Xu Chuyue would undoubtedly have marked her “property.” Just as pets are collared by their owners, Omegas’ necks—delicate and pale like free-flying doves—would bear the mark of ownership. The Old Hag would never believe her claims of freedom.

Yet she didn’t mention any of this. “Not yet, Wife. I need you to cooperate with me on something. You might find it distasteful, but it’s necessary.”

Distasteful?

Xu Xi’s heart sank. These past few days, Su Wenxun had been so kind to her, so attentive, that she had almost forgotten their relationship was merely transactional. Su Wenxun had already accompanied her on this homecoming visit, yet Xu Xi had yet to deliver her promised payment.

“Alright,” Xu Xi agreed, her tone now tinged with coldness.

Before the words had even left her lips, the Alpha pressed forward, trapping her against the wall. Long arms encircled her slender waist as Su Wenxun lowered her head, burying her face in the crook of Xu Xi’s neck.

Her breath burned hot as soft lips pressed tightly against her delicate skin. Nightmarish memories flooded back, causing Xu Xi’s entire body to tremble uncontrollably, her long eyelashes fluttering wildly.

She bit down hard on her lower lip, her throat aching and raw, as if she were swallowing shards of glass.

I want to vomit. I want to grab a weapon and keep her away, like I used to. I want to kill her. The murderous thoughts churned relentlessly in Xu Xi’s mind.

Die! Die!

But this time, she couldn’t reject Su Wenxun.

Sharp teeth pierced the soft glands on her neck, yet there was only pain, no pleasure. Xu Xi’s eyes snapped open in confusion.

The Alpha who had inflicted the wound immediately pulled back, cradling her face with tender care, tears of self-reproach streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Wife. I bit you too hard.”

The same face as her past abuser, yet now tears glistened on that pale complexion. Su Wenxun’s long, thick lashes clumped together in wet clusters, the corners of her eyes reddened, making her appear as if Xu Xi had hurt her, utterly pitiful.

Xu Xi’s body continued to tremble uncontrollably as she stared fixedly at Su Wenxun, struggling to break free from the mire of her memories.

The wound on her neck burned, still tingling with the lingering warmth of Su Wenxun’s lips.

Why didn’t Su Wenxun inject pheromones to mark me? What is she really trying to do?

Su Wenxun and Xu Xi arrived at the Xu family residence just before dinner. Led by the butler, they were taken directly to the dining room.

As the butler guided them, he explained, “Ms. Su, Eldest Miss, Madam has some urgent business matters to attend to at the company and won’t be able to join you for meals these next few days.”

“The company’s affairs take priority, Butler Lin. Please convey my and Wenxun’s regards to Mother,” Xu Xi replied calmly, her expression devoid of any regret or disappointment. She had already composed herself after her earlier emotional turmoil.

Although Xu Chuyue was her biological mother, Xu Xi knew she was merely a puppet in her mother’s eyes, valued only for the benefits she could bring. There was no genuine familial affection between them.

Her return to the Xu family wasn’t to visit her mother, but to ensure Wanwan’s safety.

As they entered the dining room together, Ming Manxiang was already seated in the secondary seat.

However, Wanwan was nowhere to be seen. A flicker of disappointment crossed Xu Xi’s eyes, but she quickly rallied her spirits. She would be staying at the Xu family residence for several days, and there would be plenty of opportunities to see Wanwan.

“Mother, Wenxun and I have returned home,” Xu Xi announced.

Ming Manxiang wore a qipao today, its form-fitting silhouette accentuating her curvaceous figure. Though nearing forty, her meticulous skincare regimen had left only faint lines at the corners of her eyes, making her appear no older than thirty. The moment she saw Xu Xi, her eyes flashed with initial admiration, quickly morphing into venomous jealousy.

Yet she greeted them warmly, “Wenxun, Xu Xi, you’ve finally arrived. If you hadn’t come soon, I, as your elder, would have had to personally fetch you from your home.”

Her words dripped with feigned concern, but the underlying implication was clear: she was mocking their lack of etiquette for making her, their elder, wait.

Unexpectedly, Xu Xi pulled Su Wenxun down to sit beside her, offering a sincere apology. “If we had known Mother would come to fetch us, Wenxun and I would have waited at home. We’ve wasted your kindness.”

Ming Manxiang gritted her teeth, her silver fillings gleaming. Is she truly ignorant, or just playing dumb? She refused to believe Xu Xi didn’t understand.

At that moment, a girl with a schoolbag entered the room, looking to be around high school age. She had inherited the best features of both Ming Manxiang and Xu Chuyue, but her demeanor was strikingly different—pure and innocent, like a delicate white flower nurtured in a greenhouse.

Entering the house, Xu Mo greeted Ming Manxiang obediently, “Mother, I’m home.”

“Mo Mo, you must be hungry.” Ming Manxiang’s attitude toward Xu Mo was noticeably warmer, without any reproach for her late arrival. “Your Sister Wenxun and Sister Xu Xi have returned home today. Go greet them.”

Hearing this, Xu Mo’s gaze shifted to Su Wenxun, who was seated at the dining table. She stiffened momentarily but quickly regained her composure. Then, she turned her attention to Xu Xi, who looked radiantly beautiful today, captivating everyone’s attention.

Sensing Xu Mo’s scrutiny, Su Wenxun returned her gaze. For a fleeting moment, she had the absurd impression that Xu Mo, as Xu Xi’s younger sister, might be trying to usurp Xu Xi’s position.

But when she looked more closely, Xu Mo offered a gentle, shy smile. “Sister Wenxun.”

A perfectly well-behaved little girl.

How foolish of me, Su Wenxun thought, inwardly dismissing her ridiculous notion.

In the original text, Xu Mo had been a peripheral character, barely mentioned. Su Wenxun’s impression of her was that she was a background figure, described only in a few brief strokes. She nodded politely in acknowledgment.

Receiving a response, Xu Mo didn’t sit next to Ming Manxiang but instead directly across from Xu Xi.

The young girl, always conscious of her appearance, had eyes that sparkled like pools of water under the occasional angle of light, likely due to contact lenses. “Xu Xi-jie, it’s been so long! When do you have time to talk?”

In Xu Xi’s memory, her younger sister had always been introverted, never offering help but never kicking her when she was down either. Xu Xi found it odd that Xu Mo would initiate conversation today, but the surprise lasted only a moment before she agreed, “Alright.”

While Xu Xi and Xu Mo interacted amicably, Ming Manxiang found the scene grating. Xu Xi’s very existence meant Mo Mo could never become the Xu family’s primary heir, and she couldn’t tolerate this vixen getting close to her daughter.

Ming Manxiang smirked with pride and malicious intent. “Mo Mo, you’ve just come of age and been classified as an SSS-Tier Alpha, unable to fully control your pheromones. Your Xu Xi-jie has been traveling all day and is just a lowly F-Tier Omega. If she smells your pheromones and loses control, it could be disastrous.”

In this world, when the hierarchical gap between two individuals is too great, the higher-ranked person’s pheromones can force the lower-ranked person into unconditional submission. The pheromones of an SSS-Tier Alpha are virtually indistinguishable from a potent aphrodisiac.

Ming Manxiang’s seemingly kind reminder was actually a veiled insult, implying that Xu Xi, being merely an F-Tier Omega, would shamelessly throw herself at any Alpha’s pheromones, making her a disgrace to the family.

Xu Xi had endured countless such overt and covert attacks. Her only surprise was her younger sister’s differentiation. Given Xu Mo’s typically reserved nature, she had expected her to become a Beta or Omega.

There were fewer than five SSS-Tier Alphas nationwide, and Xu Mo had unexpectedly become one of them.

“With me by my wife’s side, Mother, how could you worry about such absurd things happening?” Su Wenxun reached out, carefully arranging Xu Xi’s hair. Inadvertently, the bite mark on her gland was briefly exposed before being quickly concealed by her hair.

“Mother, are you questioning my rank?”