Oops, I’m the Scumbag Ex in Her Storyline - Chapter 1

Xin Yan stared blankly at the woman beneath her.

The room reeked of alcohol. A wide, soft European-style bed. And a woman beneath her, eyes filled with despair and hatred.

Her hand was resting on the woman’s chest, fingers poised on the clasp of a front-fastening bra. One small move, and it would be undone.

Xin Yan: “…”

Was it this intense?!

Xin Yan had been a well-behaved, law-abiding citizen her whole life. She had never seen such a steamy scene. For several seconds, she was frozen. Just as the woman beneath her began to struggle again, Xin Yan finally snapped back to reality—more terrified than the woman herself. She practically launched off the bed, scrambling backwards as if fleeing from a wild beast… and then promptly fell to the ground, her body still sluggish from alcohol.

Seeing her reaction, Bei Lanlan didn’t even know what kind of expression to make.

She should have felt relieved. But instead, she just felt humiliated in a whole new way by Xin Yan.

After Xin Yan fled the bed, Bei Lanlan quickly got up, refastened the clasp Xin Yan had undone, and stepped away from the bed—the very sight of which now made her nauseous. She took a deep breath, her eyes rimmed red, then turned to glare at Xin Yan.

“I’m not your toy! Xin Yan, you—!”

Seeing her disheveled hair and that look of raw humiliation on her face, Xin Yan’s memories finally clicked into place.

She had transmigrated.

Into the very novel she’d just finished reading the night before—a stand-in yuri melodrama.

Xin Yan was a social worker in her original life, mostly working with female students. One of them, whom she had helped in the past, had once sent her this novel, claiming that a character in the story had the exact same name as her. “You better read it,” the girl had said, “in case you ever transmigrate and don’t know what’s going on.”

Teenage girls had strange ideas, but Xin Yan had been willing to entertain it. She started reading it just to better understand the girl’s interests… but as she kept reading, she got emotionally invested.

Because the plot was horrendous.

The heroine, Bei Lanlan, was a top-tier beauty who looked exactly like a famous pianist named Jing Chu. Because of this resemblance, her entire life was derailed and ruined.

Jing Chu was famous—people practically worshipped her. Xin Yan had been one of her admirers too. But while others admired from afar, Xin Yan had taken it further. When she couldn’t win over Jing Chu, she stumbled upon Bei Lanlan—working part-time, looking just like Jing Chu—and made a twisted decision:
Bei Lanlan would become her stand-in.

Xin Yan pursued her for months. Bei Lanlan wasn’t stupid—once she realized Xin Yan didn’t love her but someone she resembled, she immediately rejected her. But Xin Yan didn’t stop. Her obsession with Jing Chu was heartfelt, but her pursuit of Bei Lanlan was invasive and coercive, leaving Bei Lanlan emotionally exhausted.

Then tragedy struck—Bei Lanlan’s mother was diagnosed with a rare, life-threatening illness. She came from a single-parent home, and her mother meant everything to her. Xin Yan saw her opportunity: she offered to pay all medical expenses, on one condition—

Bei Lanlan had to marry her.

Backed into a corner, Bei Lanlan agreed. She was still in college, and though she didn’t want this marriage, trading a wedding for her mother’s life felt like a fair deal.

After marriage, Xin Yan wasn’t overtly cruel. She was absent most of the time, barely came home, and even when she did, she didn’t do anything to Bei Lanlan—except make her sit at the piano and stare silently while she watched. Once satisfied, Xin Yan would leave again.

If things had stayed like that, Bei Lanlan might have endured. But this was a novel. Drama was inevitable.

Xin Yan kept in contact with Jing Chu in a vague, ambiguous way. Every time they spoke, Xin Yan would take out her emotional confusion on Bei Lanlan. If she was happy, she’d treat her okay. If she was upset, she’d lash out. Most of the time, her mood was terrible.

Two years ago, Xin Yan forced Bei Lanlan to drop out of school. For the past two years, every one of her visits had been an emotional nightmare for Bei Lanlan—until today, when it escalated into physical violation.

Earlier that day, Jing Chu told Xin Yan that she was getting engaged.

Bei Lanlan never could’ve predicted that a woman she had never met getting engaged would become the worst thing that ever happened to her. Xin Yan, drunk and furious, came home and forced Bei Lanlan to

have s*x. And the next morning? She slapped Bei Lanlan across the face and accused her of seducing her.

That was the final straw.

Bei Lanlan was done enduring. She was not only beautiful—she was also clever. She pretended to obey Xin Yan while secretly working with people who had their eyes on her. Some truly liked her. Others, like Xin

Yan, only cared about her face. Bei Lanlan didn’t care—she only wanted one thing:

Revenge.

She colluded with them, manipulated Xin Yan, set her up, and ultimately replaced her as the head of the company. She took everything from Xin Yan—except the medical bills Xin Yan had once paid for her mother.

With her fortune gone, Xin Yan’s friends abandoned her too. Bei Lanlan, bent on vengeance, even got herself into Jing Chu’s bed, took photos, and sent them to Xin Yan, pushing her over the edge.

From that day on, Xin Yan vanished. Whether dead or alive, her fate was tragic.

Bei Lanlan, having exacted her revenge, never got close to anyone again. She seduced and dominated with beauty and manipulation, leaving everyone who tried to possess her heartbroken in her wake.

When Xin Yan had read all this last night, she’d breezed through it without thinking much. But now? Every plot point felt burned into her brain.

As she finished recalling everything, Bei Lanlan also finished speaking.

“—I regret ever knowing you!”

From the tone, Xin Yan could tell it was the harshest thing Bei Lanlan had ever said to her. But she’d zoned out and missed most of it. She looked up dazedly, met Bei Lanlan’s gaze—and suddenly covered her mouth.

She staggered to her feet, turned in place, found the bathroom door, and dashed inside.

A moment later, the sound of violent vomiting echoed through the apartment.

Bei Lanlan: “…”

Great. Yet another new form of humiliation.

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Author’s Note:

⚠️ Content warning: The “alpha” in this story is a bit of a housewife at heart. That’s just my kink. (shrugs)