The Useless Alpha’s Yandere Wife - Chapter 1

The candlelight burned brightly, bathing everything in a sea of crimson. Jiang Yan felt dizzy and disoriented, unable to discern her surroundings.

The overwhelming red of the room blurred into a hazy halo in her eyes, merging with the flickering candlelight and distorting her vision.

Then came the overwhelming scent of roses, thick and heavy, engulfing her senses. The intoxicating sweetness flooded her mind, drawing her deeper into its embrace.

A luminous, pale arm slid across her waist and caressed her back…

Only then did Jiang Yan realize there was a woman beneath her, her face pressed against her chest. Their bodies twisted together like intertwined strands of dough, obscuring the woman’s features. All Jiang Yan could see was a cascade of raven hair trembling wildly and delicate beads of sweat glistening on the woman’s neck.

As if controlled by the intoxicating fragrance, Jiang Yan’s hands moved of their own accord, her mouth dry and parched as she sought the woman’s moist lips.

Cupping the woman’s delicate face in her hands, Jiang Yan’s gaze locked onto those crimson lips. Like a traveler who had thirsted for days, she clung to the spring of life, refusing to let go, lost in her desperate embrace.

Tears welled in the woman’s eyes, only to dissipate and reappear, repeating the cycle until the red candle had burned halfway down. The tear stains were all wiped against Jiang Yan’s collarbone, mingling with the maddeningly sweet moans.

The next morning, Jiang Yan opened her eyes, her mind still foggy. She gazed at the unfamiliar expanse of red before her and the slender, delicate woman beside her, who looked like a porcelain doll.

Jiang Yan’s gaze fell on the woman’s porcelain-white skin, warming with a blush in just two seconds as it traveled upward. She frantically grabbed the thin quilt nearby and draped it over the woman.

But her guilt was overwhelming, and the crookedly arranged quilt failed to conceal the woman’s body, marked with intimate traces.

The woman’s face was partially obscured by strands of hair, preventing Jiang Yan from clearly seeing her features.

“Amitabha, forgive me, forgive me!” Jiang Yan murmured silently, her curiosity piqued. She reached out with two fingers to gently brush aside the woman’s long hair.

But just as she was about to unveil the woman’s true face, she met a pair of imperious eyes.

Jiang Yan struggled to describe those eyes—radiant with a sharp, jewel-like brilliance, as precious as the finest gems.

“Who are you?” the woman’s voice was slightly hoarse. Her languid, seductive expression instantly transformed into wary alarm as she recognized the person before her.

Jiang Yan had already absorbed the original owner’s memories the moment she awoke.

The original owner of this body shared her name, Jiang Yan, and was the legitimate daughter of a Fifth-Rank Imperial Censor.

She was known for her carefree and indulgent nature, possessing an extensive knowledge of food, drink, and entertainment. In this regard, she bore a striking resemblance to Jiang Yan, requiring no deliberate disguise to pass as her.

However, this deeply ingrained reputation for hedonism had led the Kunze community to exclude her from their selection lists, branding her as an utter wastrel.

As if a chip had been forcibly implanted in her mind, Jiang Yan rapidly absorbed all the original owner’s memories.

She realized she had likely transmigrated…

“Who are you? Why are you in my bed?” The woman clutched the quilt tighter, her raven hair cascading over her chest, partially obscuring her breathtakingly beautiful snow-white peaks.

“I am Jiang Yan,” Jiang Yan replied, meeting her gaze steadily, “or more precisely, the newlywed wife of your half-sister, Tan Xue’er.”

“What? You’re Tan Xue’er’s wife?” The Eldest Miss was stunned. Even her furious glare couldn’t diminish her captivating beauty, which was both magnificent and defiant.

Especially considering their intimate encounter the previous night.

“Get out! You lecherous scoundrel, you flower thief! Get out, get out now!” Tan Qianyue’s mind went blank, all sound fading away. She could only register that the person before her was a shameless rogue who had dared to defile his wife’s elder sister and ruin her wedding night.

Tan Qianyue’s eyes rimmed with red as she clutched the quilt with one hand and hurled a pillow at Jiang Yan, who was still dressed in her nightgown.

How could this person be in her bed? She should be with her half-sister’s wife!

Tan Qianyue threw everything within reach at Jiang Yan, her face streaked with tears as she bared her claws like a hissing kitten.

“Just listen to me first! Ouch… Just listen! This is Jiang Manor, my home. I didn’t break into Tan Manor—they brought you here themselves. Besides… besides, you attacked me first last night!” Jiang Yan dodged the flying objects, careful not to raise her voice too much and attract unwanted attention.

“Jiang Manor?” Tan Qianyue sobbed, looking around. It wasn’t her boudoir after all. Her wails grew louder.

“I don’t care! You’re just the daughter of some Fifth-Rank official with no talent or learning. How dare you marry me and defile our wedding night? Waaah! Give me back my County Princess!” Tan Qianyue cried with genuine anguish.

“I can’t give her back. By now, she’s probably already consummated her marriage with your sister!” Jiang Yan muttered defensively.

The crying stopped abruptly.

“What did you say? How could that be?” Tan Qianyue asked, stunned.

“Why wouldn’t it be? Why else would Tan Manor send you to Jiang Manor out of the blue?” Jiang Yan coldly stated the truth.

She suspected the original owner had been drugged the previous night, explaining her complete memory loss after entering the room. When Jiang Yan transmigrated, their pheromones were triggered, spiraling out of control and plunging them into a chaotic frenzy.

Hearing this, Tan Qianyue glared at Jiang Yan with fury in her beautiful eyes. “Even if that’s true, you’re still unworthy of me! Don’t even dream of me marrying you!”

Jiang Yan shrugged. “Suit yourself!”

She had intended to take responsibility, but if the other party refused, she wouldn’t force the issue. After all, forcing a melon off the vine only yields a bitter fruit.

Though last night had indeed been explosively sweet, Jiang Yan was still reeling from the chaos herself. There was no need to rush into further complications.

“Ying Hong, let’s return to the manor,” Tan Qianyue said, hastily dressing and carelessly coiling her long hair into a casual morning bun.

She had barely taken two steps forward when her legs buckled, nearly sending her crashing to the floor. Fortunately, Jiang Yan caught her in time, preventing a humiliating fall.

The Eldest Miss, acutely aware of the changes in her body, angrily shook off Jiang Yan’s hand and strode toward the door.

But instead of her own maid, Ying Hong, it was Cui Liu, the personal attendant of her half-sister Tan Xue’er, who greeted her.

“Eldest Miss, what are you doing at Jiang Manor? Where’s my mistress?” Cui Liu exclaimed in shock.

Tan Qianyue glared coldly. “That’s what I should be asking you!”

Yesterday, the two women had entered their bridal sedans together. Tan Qianyue, as the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister’s Residence, had been betrothed to her childhood sweetheart, County Princess Sikong Jing. Her half-sister’s mother, of humble birth, had been considered fortunate to marry the legitimate daughter of a Fifth-Rank official’s family. Yet today, upon waking, they had inexplicably swapped wives.

This is the most absurd joke in the world.

“This servant doesn’t know!” Cui Liu said, her head bowed, avoiding Tan Qianyue’s icy gaze. “Yesterday, a mad horse charged into the wedding procession on the main road. The sedans only swerved to avoid it; there were no other incidents. But now the two young ladies have exchanged husbands! What are we to do?”

“Can’t you even recognize your own mistress’s bridal sedan?” Tan Qianyue demanded, her spine ramrod straight as she glared at the servant’s nape.

“I was so panicked yesterday, Eldest Miss! Please spare my life!” Cui Liu begged, her head still bowed, drawing the attention of several Jiang Manor servants.

Surveying the unfamiliar surroundings, Tan Qianyue felt a mix of anger and humiliation. She stood at the doorway, unsure where to go.

She strode back into the bedroom, her proud head held high, and ordered Jiang Yan without lowering her gaze, “You, take me back!”

Jiang Yan’s lips curved slightly as she studied Tan Qianyue in silence, their eyes locked for a long moment.

Tears welled in Tan Qianyue’s already aggrieved eyes. Jiang Yan sighed, helped the Eldest Miss into a carriage, and actually returned her to the Prime Minister’s Residence.

Returning to the Prime Minister’s Residence was fine with her; she still didn’t know how to face her predecessor’s two mothers.

The carriage was so quiet you could hear a pin drop as it awkwardly entered the Prime Minister’s Residence.

Unexpectedly, laughter and chatter drifted from within.

Tan Qianyue rushed into the courtyard, only to find her mother, concubine, half-sister, and Sima Jing gathered in the main hall, sipping tea and chatting merrily.

“Qianyue, you’re here?” The Prime Minister waved Tan Qianyue over, his tone warm as he beckoned his daughter closer.

Tan Qianyue stood frozen at the doorway. Jiang Yan, observing the harmonious scene, surmised that the two women had already appeased the Prime Minister, or perhaps the seemingly stern Prime Minister didn’t value his legitimate daughter as much as he appeared to.

“Hmm, the County Princess has explained everything. There was an unexpected incident yesterday, but what’s done is done. This marriage was arranged by your mother before she passed. Mother knows you’ve been wronged. Name any compensation you desire!”

The Prime Minister was a Female Qianyuan who had never remarried after his first wife’s death, publicly doting on his only legitimate daughter.

Tan Xue’er’s concubine had served the Prime Minister for many years, never making the excessive demand to be elevated to the position of primary wife. She had always served him with gentle attentiveness, which greatly pleased the Prime Minister.

In this matter, no one was at fault; it was simply the cruel hand of fate.

“Sister, it’s all my fault. If I had noticed sooner, this farce could have been avoided. Blame me if you must, but please don’t keep it bottled up inside,” Tan Xue’er said, her face sincere as she offered comfort. After spending the night in the bridal chamber, her already striking features had gained an added layer of delicate beauty, making her appear even more vulnerable and alluring.

She leaned closer into the County Princess’s embrace.

Tan Qianyue turned to Sima Jing, whom she had grown up with since childhood, and asked, her voice choked with emotion, “Do you feel the same way?”

“Qianyue, it’s all my fault. Last night, after those people got me drunk, I didn’t realize the person wasn’t you and made a terrible mistake. If you and Miss Jiang haven’t consummated your marriage yet, I’m willing to still welcome you as my primary wife,” Sima Jing said, her expression seemingly genuine. In truth, she desired the pleasure of having multiple partners.

This shameless declaration nearly made Jiang Yan burst out laughing. Fortunately, no one was paying attention to her—she truly was an insignificant nobody!

Hearing the County Princess’s words, Tan Xue’er’s rosy complexion paled momentarily, but she quickly regained her composure and looked across the room with unwavering confidence.

Pure and innocent? Absolutely impossible!

“I don’t need your pity. Since none of you object, I’ll accept it too,” Tan Qianyue said, her gaze fixed on Sima Jing as if she had never truly known her.

“Then, since the Eldest Miss agrees, everything is settled!” The Concubine’s joy couldn’t be concealed, her words tinged with urgency.

“You and that person too…?” Sima Jing suddenly felt a sense of loss. Though Qianyue was domineering and willful, unlike the docile Xue’er, their childhood bond still lingered. Moreover, Qianyue’s unparalleled beauty made Sima Jing feel a pang of regret.

Jiang Yan lowered her eyes. She had gone from being “that young lady” to “that person.”

“The County Princess jests. Aren’t all wedding nights the same?” Tan Qianyue’s lips curled into a radiant, defiant smile, as if the matter held no weight for her.

“Then, Qianyue, tell me what you want. Your mother will grant it!” The Prime Minister knew his daughter had suffered a great injustice in this matter.

“I want her—to marry into our family!” Tan Qianyue declared, pointing decisively at Jiang Yan, who stood nearby.