The Scumbag Ex-Wife of the Heroine in the Old Abusive Article - Chapter 6

“I just came to check on you. Are you feeling better? Here, have this sweet potato cake to tide you over,” Qin Yang said carefully, pulling the cake from her bosom and offering it to Wen Jin’an.

Wen Jin’an’s gaze fell on Qin Yang’s hand before slowly lifting to study her face.

Her skin was fair, her features radiant, and her peach-blossom eyes held a natural depth of affection. She possessed a beauty that surpassed even that of a Kunze. Only Wen Jin’an knew the venomous heart hidden beneath that alluring facade. Yet, at this moment, Qin Yang’s eyes were utterly sincere, pure, devoid of any shadow of malice or calculation.

Wen Jin’an lowered her gaze and accepted the sweet potato cake, her emotions tangled.

How could the same face now evoke not a shred of disgust? she wondered. She treated me so cruelly before, even tried to sell me. Could a few sweet words really soften my heart?

Wen Jin’an bit down on the soft flesh of her inner lip, enduring the stinging in her eyes. She murmured softly, “Thank you.”

The two stood close, the faint scent of wine emanating from the Qianyuan making Wen Jin’an uncomfortable. Her brow furrowed slightly.

The gland at the back of Wen Jin’an’s neck began to throb, as if her pheromone would erupt at any moment.

Wen Jin’an pressed her lips together, forcefully suppressing her discomfort.

Seeing her reluctance to speak, Qin Yang awkwardly rubbed her hands together. “You should rest. I’ll go now.”

Time was of the essence. She needed to roast the chickens before the Qin Family started their afternoon work and bring them back to Wen Jin’an.

Wen Jin’an nodded, a thin layer of sweat beading on her forehead.

Qin Yang turned and headed to the courtyard. The two chickens, oblivious to their impending doom, squatted obediently in place. She went to the kitchen, grabbed some salt, flint, and a knife, quickly seized the chickens, and hurried up the mountain.

The dense forest was deserted at this time of day, as the villagers were busy harvesting. Finding a relatively secluded spot, she first slaughtered and cleaned the chickens with the knife. Then, she gathered some dry firewood, lit it with the flint, and skewered the chickens over the flames. The fat sizzled and crackled as it dripped, and Qin Yang rotated the chickens to ensure even cooking. Soon, the air filled with the savory aroma of roasting meat.

Adding some seasoning would definitely enhance the flavor, but the Qin Family’s kitchen only had salt. The taste would be a bit lacking.

Still, for a farming family like the Qins, getting even one meat meal a year was a luxury. Who cared about the taste? As long as it smelled good, that was enough.

She sliced into the chicken with her knife, confirming the meat was thoroughly cooked. She sprinkled salt over it, extinguished the charcoal fire, picked up the chicken, and prepared to leave.

Wait, how was she going to carry it back?

Qin Yang glanced around. The tree leaves were too small to wrap the chicken.

In these times of food scarcity, she couldn’t just openly carry it back, could she?

While there wouldn’t be a stampede, it would still draw too much attention.

Qin Yang’s head began to ache.

If only I could hide it, she thought. The moment the thought crossed her mind, the roasted chicken vanished from sight.

?!

Qin Yang’s heart leaped. Where did it go?

Before she could react, she found her perfectly intact roasted chicken floating in a void.

This is…

After the initial shock, Qin Yang quickly regained her composure. Could it be…?

She had read novels where the female lead transmigrated and gained a system or a storage space as a cheat. Could this be her own cheat?

Qin Yang calmed herself and decided to test it. She closed her eyes, focused her mind, and willed the roasted chicken to reappear. In an instant, it materialized in her hand from thin air.

It was truly a storage space!

Overwhelmed with joy, Qin Yang realized she could now store useful items without anyone discovering them. The only question was the space’s capacity.

But this wasn’t the time to dwell on that. She returned the roasted chicken to the space, intending to deliver it to Wen Jin’an later.

Just as she took two steps, she ran into Qin Zhao, who had come looking for her.

Qin Zhao carried a bow and arrows slung over his shoulder and held a bloodied pheasant in his hand, clearly lifeless.

“What are you doing here?” Qin Yang asked, fearing he might notice something. Although she had covered the charcoal fire with dirt, lingering smoke still hung in the air, and the aroma of roasted chicken was strong.

In this situation, Qin Yang figured that even if Qin Zhao hadn’t guessed she’d roasted the family’s chicken, she would assume Qin Yang had hunted game and cooked it herself. When they returned home and Liu Yue’e discovered a chicken was missing, there would inevitably be a commotion, and Qin Zhao would undoubtedly suspect her.

Qin Zhao glanced behind her, her gaze lingering on Qin Yang with a complex expression before asking nothing. “Let’s go. We should get back to work.”

“Huh?”

She hadn’t asked a single question!

This Qin Zhao was truly baffling. Wouldn’t someone who rarely ate meat all year be more curious about such an enticing aroma? Even if she didn’t ask for some, wouldn’t she at least inquire about it?

What was Qin Zhao thinking…?

Qin Yang silently followed behind Qin Zhao.

As they reached the foot of the mountain, Qin Yang immediately stepped forward to stop her. “Let’s take the game home first. It’s too hot to carry it around—it’ll spoil quickly.”

She couldn’t let Qin Zhao go ahead. If Liu Yue’e discovered a missing chicken, she would immediately suspect Qin Yang. But if they were together, carrying game, how could Liu Yue’e possibly suspect her?

It wasn’t that she feared Liu Yue’e; she simply wanted to avoid the hassle. With Qin Zhao around, she could spare herself the trouble.

For some reason, she inexplicably trusted that even if Qin Zhao suspected her, she wouldn’t expose her.

Qin Zhao paused, considering her words. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

The two turned back toward the Qin family home. As Qin Zhao went to the kitchen to put away the pheasant, Qin Yang hurried back to her room.

The moment she opened the door, her legs nearly buckled beneath her. The air was thick with the overwhelming scent of roses.

Qin Yang gripped the doorframe to steady herself.

Inside, Wen Jin’an lay curled on the bed, clutching a quilt. Her pale face was flushed crimson, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead and the tip of her nose. Her eyes were tightly closed.

Only when Qin Yang returned did Wen Jin’an slowly open her eyes. Tears welled in their depths, making her resemble an abandoned little creature—wary yet pitiful.

The Female Lead has a fever again!

Qin Yang’s marking teeth tingled faintly, urging her to bite…

The next moment, she snapped back to reality, startled by her own reckless thoughts. The mere thought sent a shiver of fear down her spine. After finally making a sliver of progress in easing tensions with the Female Lead, one bite could ruin everything.

“You…” Qin Yang exhaled, remembering the physician’s instructions before he left. She strode forward, took Wen Jin’an’s arm, and gently pulled her into her embrace, murmuring soothingly, “It’s alright now. It’s alright.”

She prepared to release her pheromone to comfort the Kunze.

Wait.

Having just transmigrated, Qin Yang wasn’t yet familiar with the Qianyuan body. Last night’s bite of the Female Lead had been purely instinctive. Now, she was being asked to release her pheromone…

Qin Yang felt utterly helpless.

All she knew was that in this world, Qianyuan and Kunze possessed an additional gland compared to humans in her original world. This gland secreted pheromones, each person’s pheromone being unique.

Qianyuan and Kunze experienced periodic Rainfall Periods. During these times, a Qianyuan could inject their pheromone into a Kunze’s gland using their marking fangs, providing mutual comfort and potentially leading to pregnancy for the Kunze.

Furthermore, a Qianyuan could release their pheromone to soothe a Kunze during their Rainfall Period. However, why would anyone resort to this method if they already had a partner?

For unpaired Qianyuan and Kunze during their Rainfall Periods, medication could suppress the hormonal surges. Those without access to such remedies simply had to endure the ordeal.

In Qin Yang’s situation with the Female Lead, marking was impossible, and medication was out of the question. The only option was to release her pheromone.

But how did one release pheromone?

Last night, she had been in a daze, acting purely on the Qianyuan’s instincts.

Now, no matter how hard she tried, her gland remained stubbornly closed, refusing to release even a trace of pheromone.

Qin Yang’s forehead was slick with sweat. The woman in her arms had flushed cheeks, her brows furrowed tightly as she bit down on her lip, silent.

The Female Lead in the novel possessed remarkable willpower. To escape the Original Host, she had once hidden in the mountains at night, where she encountered a wild wolf. Nearly mauled to death, she had leaped off a cliff to escape. Even with a broken leg, she had stubbornly dragged herself onward until she met her Destined Alpha.

Without such resilience, the Female Lead would have perished long ago.

Now, the woman in Qin Yang’s arms had bitten her lip until it bled, the crimson staining her teeth and lips, appearing strikingly alluring to Qin Yang.

Qin Yang’s breathing quickened. The Kunze pheromone in the air grew increasingly potent, its rich rose fragrance both delicate and unrestrained, mirroring the woman in her arms—a bud on the verge of blooming.

Layer by layer, she was being peeled open, ready to be plucked.

Ugh, I want to take a bite.

“Qin Yang~”

“Hmm?”

Qin Yang’s breath hitched. She lowered her head, her nose brushing against the soft flesh. The woman in her arms trembled slightly as Qin Yang’s lips eagerly pressed against hers. Sweet nectar flowed ceaselessly, and Qin Yang, like a diligent bee, refused to let a single drop go to waste.

Her mouth opened, her marking fangs itching to sink in.