The Scumbag Ex-Wife of the Heroine in the Old Abusive Article - Chapter 7

The rose in Qin Yang’s arms had fully bloomed, each petal glistening with fragrant dewdrops.

Qin Yang licked her lips, which were coated with honey.

The rose’s fragrance seemed to possess a consciousness, tightly enveloping the young Qianyuan. The peach wine’s slightly tart sweetness, tinged with a hint of alcoholic spice, intertwined with the rose’s scent.

Wen Jin’an’s glands felt soothed, her body trembling uncontrollably as she slumped limply into the Qianyuan’s embrace.

Her breathing quickened, and through her tipsy haze, she desperately clung to a shred of rationality, pressing her hand against Qin Yang’s glands.

“Mmm~”

Qin Yang was lost in a sea of roses when a sharp pain suddenly shot through her neck, jolting her back to reality.

Staring at the glands so close to her face, Qin Yang’s heart leaped in alarm. She had lost control again. The usually self-assured Qin Yang, who prided herself on her self-discipline, was stunned.

Could this be the difference in an ABO world?

Human rationality could be influenced by pheromones, even to the point of losing all reason. If she had actually bitten down just now, she would have been following the plot perfectly.

Qin Yang felt a surge of frustration.

Just then, a knock came from outside the door.

Wen Jin’an’s dazed eyes had regained their clarity. She straightened up, creating distance between herself and the Qianyuan behind her.

The sudden emptiness in her arms startled Qin Yang. She steadied her racing heart, took a deep breath, and reasoned that Qin Zhao must be getting impatient.

She glanced at Kunze, her heart a mix of conflicting emotions. At least this should appease the Female Lead, she thought.

In the next moment, she secretly retrieved a roasted chicken from the void and placed it on the bedside table.

“Eat when you’re hungry,” she whispered. “Just don’t let anyone see.” With that, she rose and left the room.

The peach wine scent in the air seemed to fade with her departure.

Kunze frowned, clearly dissatisfied. Sweat glistened on her fair forehead, the tip of her nose, and her swan-like neck. Wen Jin’an stared blankly ahead, her face etched with exhaustion as she slumped against the bed frame.

After a long while, her gaze drifted to the tightly closed door, the Qianyuan’s parting words still echoing in her ears.

Only then did Wen Jin’an notice the golden-brown, crispy-skinned roasted chicken in the clay bowl beside the bed, which hadn’t been cleared away yet.

This…

Wen Jin’an froze, her rationality snapping back into focus. She stared at the roasted chicken with a complex expression, her thoughts unreadable.

Meanwhile, Qin Yang opened the door to find Qin Zhao’s calm, unwavering gaze meeting hers. Her cheeks flushed crimson.

In this world, the exchange of pheromones between a Qianyuan and a Kunze was considered a deeply intimate act.

Qin Yang cleared her throat, forcing herself to appear composed. “Did you put it away safely?” she asked, turning to close the door behind her.

Qin Zhao nodded, then suddenly stepped back, frowning at her.

Qin Yang: “……” What’s wrong?

Qin Zhao gazed at her with conflicted emotions, hesitating before finally saying, “Your scent is too strong.”

Qin Yang froze, her blush deepening before it could fade.

She knew exactly what Qin Zhao meant. Though nothing physical had happened between them, their pheromones had been so intense they practically marinated each other. How could the scent not be overwhelming?

It was perfectly normal for Qin Zhao to dislike the scent. The original novel explained that pheromones of the same attribute repel each other. This meant that once a Kunze had been marked by a Qianyuan, other Qianyuan couldn’t mark them unless the original Qianyuan’s pheromone was completely cleansed from their glands with medication. However, this process was excruciatingly painful, and some Kunze couldn’t endure it, dying in the process.

Few Kunze were willing to risk such a procedure, which had led to Kunze in this world becoming almost entirely subservient to Qianyuan. They were bound to a single Qianyuan for life, while Qianyuan could mark multiple Kunze—a glaring injustice.

Wait a minute.

Marked!

Only one Qianyuan!

Qin Yang’s heart jolted. Since she had already marked the Female Lead, did that mean the Female Lead could only have her as her Qianyuan? Even if she met her Destined Alpha, her body would reject his pheromones, just like Qin Zhao was rejecting the scent of other Qianyuan right now.

Will the Female Lead cleanse her pheromone?

After all, she’s the Destined Alpha. She’ll probably cleanse her pheromone for her sake, right?

If that happens, we’ll truly have nothing left between us.

For some reason, just thinking about this made Qin Yang’s chest feel like it was stuffed with cotton, each breath causing a dull ache. She visibly wilted, her energy draining away.

Qin Zhao was puzzled. Why had the person who had been so vibrant just moments ago suddenly seemed so downcast? Could her obvious disdain have hurt Qin Yang’s feelings?

That didn’t make sense. Though they were sisters and had been close as children, their interactions had dwindled since their differentiation. Would Qin Yang really be upset by a single remark?

After a moment of internal turmoil, Qin Zhao bit her lip and offered a half-hearted consolation: “It’s not that bad, really. It’s just… it’s still daytime…” She glanced at Qin Yang before continuing, “It wouldn’t be good for others to smell it…” After all, such matters were highly private.

Her explanation only made things worse, sounding like a clumsy attempt to cover up her true feelings. Qin Yang let out a dry chuckle.

Thanks a lot.

Completely losing any desire to continue the conversation, Qin Yang cast a dismissive glance at Qin Zhao, ignoring her lingering hesitation, and strode out of the courtyard.

It was just past noon, and the Qin family had rested enough to resume their work.

The two quickened their pace, arriving at the fields just in time to hear Zhao Chunhua complaining.

“I’ve never seen a Kunze working while the Qianyuan lazes around.”

Qin Yong glanced at her, then lowered his head. “Just say less,” he muttered.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Zhao Chunhua exploded like a firecracker. “What? Can’t even mention the Old Qin Family’s little dramas? Look at your two ‘good’ sisters—still not back! Claiming they’re hunting? More like slacking off!”

“So, we’re supposed to do all the work while you just sit around and eat? What kind of fairytale is that?” Qin Yang strode forward, casting a cold glance at the silent, head-bowed Qin Yong. She inwardly spat in disgust. No wonder he’s the most pathetic man in the whole story—his wife cheats on him right in front of his face, and he doesn’t even make a peep.

The Qin Family’s eyes swiveled toward Qin Yang and Qin Zhao as they returned. Noticing their empty hands, their expressions varied from suspicion to resentment.

Zhao Chunhua’s suspicions hardened. She glared at Qin Yang and declared matter-of-factly, “Every family knows physical labor is for Qianyuan. You expect Kunze to do it?”

Qin Yang was speechless. So, because I’m Qianyuan, I’m supposed to be their workhorse? What gives them the right?

Am I supposed to be their Kunze?

This woman has absolutely no sense of boundaries.

“Don’t you have a Qianyuan of your own?” Qin Yang retorted.

Zhao Chunhua froze. “What does whether I’m a Qianyuan or not have to do with you?”

“You know it has nothing to do with me,” Qin Yang sneered. “So why should I work to support you?”

“You—!” Zhao Chunhua choked, pointing a trembling finger at Qin Yang for a long moment before turning to Qin Yong. “You useless trash! Can’t you see your Kunze is being bullied? Marrying you was the worst luck of my life! Why is my fate so bitter? I worked so hard to give the Old Qin Family a grandson, and now I have to endure this from my sister-in-law…”

Her wails shook the room.

Hmph.

Qin Yang watched her cry for a while, then said calmly, “What does the grandson you gave the Qin Family have to do with me? He’s not my son.”

“I don’t want to live anymore!” Seeing that even bringing up the Qin Family’s grandson failed to move Qin Yang, Zhao Chunhua glanced furtively at Qin Youcai before collapsing to the ground in a tantrum.

“Stop crying! If you keep wailing, get out of here! You’re embarrassing yourself,” Qin Youcai growled, his dark face looking like it could squeeze out ink.

Despite the Qin Family’s internal conflicts, Qin Youcai, though full of schemes, was fiercely protective of his reputation. Unfortunately, his family members were all useless, causing these scenes every few days.