The Scumbag Alpha is Courting Death Again - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Jasmine Green Grape. How to Survive Transmigrating as the Female Lead’s Black Moonlight? At…

Pain!

This was the first thought that surfaced when Ming Xi’s consciousness returned. The pain came from an elbow jab to her abdomen. Her internal organs felt twisted and squeezed, draining her body of strength.

Opening her eyes again, a strange room came into view. The Bauhaus-style decoration made the bedroom feel empty and cold, providing a glimpse into the owner’s personality and taste.

A fresh, slightly cool scent, encompassing bitterness before a sweet aftertaste, entered her nostrils. Realizing she wasn’t in her familiar room, Ming Xi instantly became alert, like a startled bunny.

She had only been pulling an all-nighter to rush a script as requested by her leader. Now, her prime youth had ended at her office desk.

And, why was the woman in front of her, whose powerful presence was impossible to ignore, staring at her with such intense hatred!

The woman’s forehead was beaded with sweat, making her plastered-down bangs look slightly disheveled. She was propped up against the corner of a table, the nails of her left hand digging into her right forearm. Her flushed cheeks seemed to be holding back something fiercely.

The atmosphere was so tense it felt almost tangible. Before Ming Xi’s muddled brain could sort out her thoughts, she heard the woman opposite her speak with sarcasm.

“Ming Xi, this is your capability.”

Her final words were suppressed to the extreme, like a violently plucked string. She swept her bangs aside, slowly fumbled in the drawer, and pulled out a fruit knife. All the while, her gaze never left Ming Xi.

Ming Xi had always been diligent and proactive in her work, and she put a lot of effort into flattering her leaders. Therefore, after hearing that sentence, she instinctively scratched her head, “Not at all, not at all.”

The atmosphere seems off.

Wait, why does this scene look so familiar, as if I’ve seen it somewhere…

The woman opposite paid no mind to Ming Xi’s momentary oddness. She pushed the knife sheath, revealing the blade that gleamed coldly under the light. Then, she slowly placed it against the back of her own neck.

“Threatening me by drugging me, did you think I would let you have your way?” The woman curled her lips, a dark, inky malice churning in her eyes. “Even if I die, I’ll drag you down with me.”

Ming Xi: !

She remembered!

Isn’t this the Yuri ABO novel she read a few days ago? At the time, she shared it with her friends and even complained that the wicked cannon fodder character had the same name as her.

The original female protagonist, Xia Jinzhao, had climbed her way up from an 18th-tier unknown to the status of Movie Queen after years of struggle in the entertainment industry. For years, hardship and sweat could only be swallowed. She played dead bodies, ran errands as an extra, but once she met the discerning supporting female character, Song Yu, her career finally took off.

Who wouldn’t be impressed by such an inspiring story!

The wicked supporting character, Ming Xi, was the “however.”

However—

There were always stumbling blocks on the path to fame. The most vexing one was the wife who signed a marriage agreement with the female lead: Ming Xi. The original host was an obscure internet celebrity. She unexpectedly gained the favor of the Xia family elders and entered into a marriage of convenience with Xia Jinzhao.

For three years after the marriage, Xia Jinzhao never crossed the line. Seeing that she couldn’t warm the female lead’s heart, and the Xia family’s assets were nowhere in sight, coupled with the sense of crisis brought by Song Yu, the original host finally lost her patience. In an attempt to consummate the marriage, she drugged Xia Jinzhao, intending to force herself upon her.

Xia Jinzhao fought back fiercely, refusing to compromise. She then chose to surgically remove her scent gland, becoming disabled, unable to be soothed by pheromones. In the darkest moment of her life, Song Yu once again offered a helping hand. The two collected evidence, exposed the original host’s true face, and sent the latter to prison.

They grew together, supporting each other all the way. Who wouldn’t be screaming about how much they “ship” them?

When Ming Xi jumped to the grand finale with a heart full of sugary sweetness, the book turned out to be a bad ending!

Because Xia Jinzhao lacked a scent gland, she couldn’t summon sexual desire. The author left the question of her relationship with Song Yu as an open ending, letting the readers guess.

Heh.

Seeing this, Ming Xi frowned hard enough to trap a fly. She was deeply dissatisfied with both the original host’s light sentence and the vague romance between the two protagonists.

So, she angrily wrote a thousand-word essay denouncing the author, an emotional outpouring of profound love and hatred.

“This kind of person shouldn’t even be alive! An accidental car crash would have worked!” her friend chimed in.

“Exactly! Exactly!” Ming Xi jumped up from the sofa and said angrily, “She should be cut into a thousand pieces, and her head should be hung on the city wall for three days and three nights for public display!”

Her voice echoed loudly in every corner of the room.

Her thoughts returned to the present. She looked at the messy bedroom and the long, deep bl00d marks scraped by fingernails on Xia Jinzhao’s back. She resignedly closed her eyes, instantly seeing the end of her life.

It must be that her profound resentment over wanting to throw eggs at the author caused the author to retaliate by writing her directly into the book—at such a crucial plot point!

If only it were three years ago! She would have pressed down her claws and absolutely refused to sign that marriage agreement.

Ming Xi’s thoughts went through several roller coaster rides, completely forgetting the sticky tension the other party was experiencing.

Cold white light was fragmented by the simple geometric shapes, casting over the woman’s shocking back. The torn shirt hung loosely on her shoulder, making her beautiful face appear oddly chilling.

Those deep, fathomless eyes, like venomous snakes lurking in the dark, were now scrutinizing Ming Xi, not missing the slightest change in her expression.

The gaze was too intense to ignore. Ming Xi had no choice but to bite the bullet. The sharp blade glinted, dazzling her eyes. She raised her hand across the distance, intending to soothe the person opposite.

But this very gesture of seeming to approach made Xia Jinzhao even more on guard.

“It’s a society ruled by law, let’s talk nicel—”

“Don’t come closer!”

The sharp threat stung her eardrums. Especially since the tip of the fruit knife was slowly moved from the back of Xia Jinzhao’s neck to point at Ming Xi.

Ming Xi had never experienced major crises in her past life. This scene scared her face pale. Based on her understanding of the female lead’s personality, those words were definitely not empty threats.

One inch closer, and Xia Jinzhao might just stab her clean through. As for why the other party kept self-defense tools in the bedroom, she could probably guess.

“Okay, okay, I won’t go over,” Ming Xi’s throat felt dry. She was genuinely worried Xia Jinzhao would harm herself. “You put the knife down first. It’s not worth sacrificing the rest of your life for a scumbag.”

The description “scumbag” sounded strange. She hadn’t done anything, yet she was inexplicably carrying the blame left by the original host.

And this panicked look, in Xia Jinzhao’s eyes, was merely compensation and appeasement after the failed crime. She sneered, her smile not reaching her eyes.

“Ming Xi, I never realized you were so good at pretending before.”

Each word was laced with deep-seated hatred. Suddenly, Xia Jinzhao’s brows furrowed tightly. Her palm forcefully dug into the sharp corner of the table, attempting to keep herself from losing control.

Catalysts for Omega’s heat cycles are rare on the market, mostly for medical use. The potent kind on her was even rarer. Xia Jinzhao must have known some shady friends to acquire this batch of contraband.

Xia Jinzhao opened her mouth, gulping for air, clearly in pain. Seeing this, Ming Xi felt unbearable and bent down to check her face.

“Um, are you okay? Should I call a doctor?”

“The medicine was administered by you. At this point…” Xia Jinzhao smiled meaningfully, the rest of her words swallowed by lack of strength.

Calling a doctor with great fanfare was not a wise choice at the moment. As the person of the year with the greatest influence, Xia Jinzhao’s residence likely had as many cameras outside as a film set. Even if she could suppress the news, she wouldn’t want to admit that the person in front of her had driven her to such a state of distress.

Having not yet fully adapted to her current predicament, Ming Xi still had the presence of mind to correct her: “It wasn’t me, it was—”

She choked on her words midway. Not to mention the bizarre, star-studded experience of transmigrating into a book, just trying to explain it to someone would easily get her sent to a mental institution.

Especially now, the protagonist was desperately looking for a reason to get rid of her. If she jumped out now, wouldn’t she be handing the other party leverage?

Ming Xi still wanted to live a few years of happy life. With the spirit of an unkillable cockroach, she analyzed the current situation based on her rich experience.

How do the novels usually go? When the protagonist transmigrates to become the “black moonlight” of the world’s female lead, there’s usually a powerful golden finger to help out.

So she put her hands together and prayed.

A binding system, or a portable space, or any plot development will do! After silently reciting for nearly two minutes and receiving zero response, Ming Xi finally understood that the strong are always lonely.

While she was zoning out, Xia Jinzhao was suffering. Omegas in heat are extremely sensitive to the pheromones released by Alphas, especially when there’s someone nearby who doesn’t know how to restrain their pheromones.

Ming Xi wasn’t doing it on purpose. She hadn’t fully bonded with this body and simply didn’t understand that her own pheromones were fatally attractive.

Thus, when the subtle, faintly sweet and sour scent wafted through the air, the unfamiliar scent that wasn’t her own surged forward and almost overwhelmed her. Xia Jinzhao’s bones felt numb, and she was floating as if stepping on cotton.

Her scorching body temperature was pressed against the tall cabinet, making her shiver with cold. She looked at Ming Xi with even greater loathing.

“Pheromones…” she said weakly, yet stubbornly refusing to show any vulnerability.

“What?” Ming Xi was stunned, trying to discern her need.

The woman kneeling on the floor was unpredictable. Seeing her feign ignorance, Xia Jinzhao picked up the jacket from the floor and threw it over. The silver buckle of the belt clattered on the floor with a crisp sound.

“Get out!”

The door was violently flung open with a “bang.” The light seeping through the crack cut through the darkness of the corridor. Ming Xi stumbled and fell to the floor. A shattered-screen phone slid out with her.

Evidently, her mere presence must have “affected” Xia Jinzhao.

The blackout curtains masked the moonlight. It was pitch black. A few minutes later, Ming Xi turned on her phone, looking at the contact list that scrolled all the way to the bottom. Her mind felt like thick paste.

With her sparse network of contacts, calling a visiting doctor was out of the question. She should first look for some palliative medicine in the home medical kit. Xia Jinzhao had to return to normal before she could try to negotiate terms with her.

Thinking of this, Ming Xi grabbed her hair in distress. She estimated that by that time, she would be greeted by the siren of a police car and cold handcuffs.

Ming Xi: Noooo, TvT

She feared that her only purpose for transmigrating was to digitally mourn the original host and pay her debts. If she had known this would happen, she would have memorized the full text word for word.

Just as she was about to move, the tightly closed door suddenly opened. The first thing that caught her eye was a pair of long, well-proportioned legs. The nightgown barely reached her knees, covering the scenery above.

Ming Xi’s eyes followed upward. Realizing her gaze was too offensive, she quickly lowered her head to stare at the pattern of the floor tiles.

She can’t see me, she can’t see me…

The night was long. The tide of the heat cycle and the effect of the catalyst momentarily receded. This night was destined to be sleepless for Xia Jinzhao.

The woman stood with her back to the light. Her cold, indifferent features were softened by the faint light. Her eyes held fragmented emotions, creating a fleeting illusion of intimacy.

Immediately after, a pile of shirts and bedding landed squarely on Ming Xi. Everything that was tainted with her scent was met with undisguised disgust in the other party’s eyes, who desperately wanted to draw a clear line.

Then, with another “bang,” the door closed.

Ming Xi: “…It was indeed an illusion.”