The Scumbag Ex-Wife of the Heroine in the Old Abusive Article - Chapter 1

B City had entered the twelfth lunar month, ushering in the winter’s heaviest snowfall. A crisis with a company project forced Qin Yang to drive to a meeting with a business partner.

My head hurts terribly. What’s going on?

Her head felt like it had been struck by a heavy object. Qin Yang opened her eyes, clutching her forehead in an attempt to clear her mind. Where am I?

She found herself in a dilapidated, cluttered room, wearing only a thin, patched gray coarse cloth tunic. The season seemed wrong. Before she could dwell on it, a faint fragrance drifted through the air, like…

Lightheaded and disoriented, Qin Yang struggled to think clearly. She looked up and saw another woman on the bed, besides herself.

The woman’s brows were as delicate as distant mountain peaks, her features so exquisite they stole her breath. Her ink-black hair cascaded to her waist. Leaning on one hand, she wore tattered, patched clothing that couldn’t conceal her graceful figure.

What a beautiful woman!

The woman looked tormented, her pale forehead glistening with fine sweat, her chest heaving rapidly. Her phoenix-shaped eyes locked onto Qin Yang, filled with both fear and loathing.

The fragrance in the air grew stronger.

What exactly is happening?

She had been on her way to meet a business partner when a car suddenly swerved toward her. Then, a blinding white light flashed before her eyes…

Qin Yang shook her head, desperately clinging to the last shreds of her rationality. “Who are you? Where am I?” she asked.

She struggled to steady herself, her body feeling as if it were being pulled by some invisible force. Every cell in her body was in turmoil, desire and reason locked in a relentless tug-of-war.

What’s happening? Is this scent poisonous?

Qin Yang stumbled, catching herself on the bed frame before she could fall. Her gaze drifted dazedly to the woman on the bed.

The scent seemed to emanate from the woman before her. At that moment, the woman looked like a delectable mousse cake, making Qin Yang want to take a bite.

Her mind already hazy, Qin Yang lunged forward the next instant, instinctively drawn to the scent like a moth to a flame. It was the fragrance of morning roses, each petal glistening with dew, sweet and alluring.

Qin Yang’s lips hovered over a petal, her nostrils filled with the rose’s intoxicating aroma…

Through the haze, she heard the woman’s soft whimpers.

Without conscious thought, Qin Yang opened her mouth and bit down. The instant her marking fangs pierced the woman’s flesh, a surge of primal satisfaction coursed through her body and soul.

The rich, mellow scent of wine and the delicate floral fragrance intertwined in the air, chasing and pulling at each other until they merged into a single, intoxicating whole.

Qin Yang had a long dream. In it, she held a woman whose skin carried the faint scent of roses, an aroma that drew her in like a fatal attraction. She possessed her with a feverish intensity, claiming her completely, releasing her own pent-up desires.

It was a dream so beautiful she didn’t want to wake up from it.

Though not one to linger in bed, Qin Yang savored the memory for a long moment before slowly opening her eyes.

Wait!

She blinked, staring at the dusty, dilapidated rafters above. What was this?

Images from her dream flooded her mind: the run-down room, the beautiful woman with patched clothing.

An ominous premonition settled in her heart.

Slowly, she lowered her gaze to her arms. As expected, a woman lay there, her features identical to the beauty from her dream.

The woman’s eyes were closed, and the skin exposed beneath the covers was covered in intimate red marks, overlapping densely across her neck and shoulders. Qin Yang didn’t dare look any further down.

Closing her eyes, Qin Yang wore an expression of utter despair. She couldn’t believe she had acted so inhumanely.

Calming herself, she began to retrace her steps. She had been on her way to meet a business partner. How had she ended up here?

And where exactly was “here”?

Who was this woman in her arms?

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remember.

But in the next moment, images flashed through her mind—memories that weren’t her own.

Qin Yang realized she had transmigrated into a book, specifically an old-fashioned, angsty ABO novel. Her current identity was the Scumbag Alpha ex-wife of the Female Lead, who shared her name.

As a Scumbag Alpha who had offended the Female Lead, her fate was predictable.

The Female Lead, Wen Jin’an, was actually the Eldest Princess of the imperial family, who had been lost in her youth. In ancient times, someone of her status could crush a person as easily as stepping on an ant.

In the original plot, the Female Lead was an orphaned girl who had been tricked into marriage by the Original Host. After the wedding, she was forced to serve the Original Host’s entire family, enduring constant beatings, verbal abuse, and mistreatment—living worse than a stray dog. The Original Host even planned to mark the Female Lead during her heat cycle and sell her for profit. However, the Female Lead resisted fiercely and eventually escaped. She later met her Destined Alpha, who helped her return to the Capital. After reclaiming her imperial status, she systematically destroyed the Original Host’s family. The rest of the story revolved around her melodramatic, angsty romance with the Destined Alpha, leaving the Original Host irrelevant.

Having grasped the general plot, Qin Yang now understood the situation before her: the Original Host had failed to mark the Female Lead, who was supposed to escape and encounter the Destined Alpha. Instead, Qin Yang had marked her immediately upon arrival, preventing her from even meeting the Destined Alpha—the woman was still in her arms.

Qin Yang felt like crying but couldn’t shed a tear. After all these years of celibacy, why couldn’t she control her own mouth?

If you don’t court death, death won’t find you. Now what was she supposed to do?

Just as she was at her wit’s end, the Female Lead in her arms slowly opened her eyes. Their gazes met, and Qin Yang seemed to see her own miserable fate reflected in those watery eyes.

A flicker of panic crossed Qin Yang’s eyes, but years of remaining calm under pressure quickly restored her composure.

A mental storm raged: Um… don’t misunderstand. I…

Qin Yang fell silent.

The woman in her arms was like a frightened little animal, clutching the corner of the blanket to her chest, biting her lip fiercely without a sound. Tears streamed down her face as she retreated to the corner of the bed, her eyes fixed on Qin Yang, helpless yet wary.

In that instant, Qin Yang’s heart felt like it had been struck by a heavy weight—a sharp, unfamiliar pain.

All the excuses Qin Yang wanted to make caught in her throat. She opened her mouth, but well, there was really no point in arguing. “It was my fault. What do you want? I’ll make it up to you.”

Since the Female Lead hadn’t escaped or met the Destined Alpha yet, Qin Yang considered sending her to the Capital. First, to compensate her and avoid following the original plot. Second, because she wasn’t the Original Host and couldn’t stay here, especially with that family of vampires. She needed to get away as soon as possible.

It was a somewhat selfish plan, but there was no better option for now. In the meantime, she would protect the Female Lead well, hoping to change the Original Host’s image in her eyes. Maybe the Female Lead would forgive that bite and stop holding it against her, allowing Qin Yang to escape her tragic fate.

Just then, a series of urgent knocks echoed from outside, accompanied by a barrage of curses: “Everyone’s busy! How long are you planning to sleep? Do you think you’re some noble lady? Get up and cook already! Do you want the whole family to wait?”

The person cursing so viciously could only be the Original Host’s spiteful mother, Liu Yue’e. In the original novel, after the Female Lead married the Original Host, Liu Yue’e, seeing her as an orphaned girl with no family to rely on, forced her to do all the dirty and exhausting chores. She constantly beat and verbally abused the Female Lead, ultimately meeting an end no better than the Original Host’s.

“What a curse! Why did we have to marry such a lazy woman? Do you expect your mother to wait on you?”

The curses grew increasingly vulgar. Qin Yang couldn’t bear to listen any longer. She abruptly sat up in bed, glanced at Wen Jin’an, and met those tear-streaked eyes. Feeling a pang of sympathy, she softened her voice and said, “Rest for now. I’ll go see what’s happening.” With that, she hopped out of bed and strode to the door, her face grim.

The cursing stopped abruptly.

Standing outside was a woman in her forties, her face ashen and her clothes patched upon patches, just like Qin Yang’s own. Behind her stood another woman, gaunt-faced with prominent cheekbones, her expression even more spiteful. This must be Zhao Chunhua, the Original Host’s greedy and malicious sister-in-law. Beside her stood a thin little boy, his eyes fixed intently on Qin Yang.

The child was Little Fatty, the son of Qin Yong, the Original Host’s eldest brother. Spoiled rotten by Liu Yue’e and Zhao Chunhua, he was a little tyrant in the house. He would cry whenever things didn’t go his way, and on several occasions, even when he was the one who caused trouble, he would insist the Female Lead was to blame, leading the family to scold her mercilessly without bothering to investigate.

Qin Yang had no fondness for such a child and didn’t even spare him a glance. Her gaze swept across the room and landed on Liu Yue’e. “What’s all the commotion so early in the morning?” she snapped impatiently. “It’s just cooking a meal. Is everyone else in this house incapable? And…”

She shot a pointed look at Zhao Chunhua, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Is she your only daughter-in-law? Jin’an isn’t feeling well today. If you want someone to cook, find someone else. If not, everyone can just go hungry.”

“You—!” Liu Yue’e was momentarily stunned by Qin Yang’s sharp retort. Though Fourth Elder could be a bit of a scoundrel, he had never spoken to her with such disrespect before. What was going on today?

A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face. She had five children: the eldest was a Male Qianyuan, the second and fourth were Female Qianyuan, and the third and fifth were Male Kunze. In most families, Qianyuan held higher status due to their greater strength and the reliance on them for farm work. Yet Liu Yue’e stubbornly favored her two Male Kunze sons.

The eldest son, Qin Yong, was simple and honest, married to a woman even more fiery than himself, though she did give her a good grandson. The second son, Qin Zhao, couldn’t squeeze out a fart even after half a day and remained unmarried, which infuriated her. The fourth son, Fourth Elder, was a notorious troublemaker in the surrounding villages, known for his petty theft and brawling. Even she felt a twinge of fear when he turned violent, though his wife was easily manipulated. The third son, Qin Cheng, and the fifth son, Qin Luo, were her favorites, always sweet-talking her, so she couldn’t bear to make them work.

As a result, all the household chores fell on Wen Jin’an’s shoulders.

Normally, Fourth Elder wouldn’t utter a word no matter how much Liu Yue’e scolded or beat Wen Jin’an. Why was he suddenly speaking up today?

Liu Yue’e glanced at Qin Yang, her face dark and stormy, and felt a flicker of fear. To mask her unease, she planted her hands on her hips and raised her voice, “You unfilial daughter! Where’s your wife? Tell her to get up and cook! The whole family’s waiting for dinner. Don’t think you can get away with laziness, you lazy brat!”

Look at how she says it! Qin Yang thought. The whole family would rather sit around waiting than lift a finger to help.

Qin Yang refused to indulge her. “Didn’t you hear me say Jin’an isn’t feeling well? Is there no one else in this house? Why insist she cook? If you won’t help, then you don’t eat.”