This Scumbag Alpha Is a Little Sweet - Chapter 3

Lin Yihan, startled by the emotionless black-haired beauty in the dark, involuntarily let out a hiccup from crying.

She timidly asked, “You… you’re awake, hiccup?”

Lin Yihan immediately covered her mouth with both hands, afraid to speak again, lest Ning Zishu notice her odd behavior.

“Yes.”

Lying in bed, Ning Zishu watched with wide, dark eyes as a red-eyed Lin Yihan, who was still hiccupping, turned off the bathroom light, fumbled her way back into bed, and curled up on the edge.

“I… I accidentally fell on the floor and hit myself, hiccup. It’s no big deal, it just hurts a little.”

“Oh.”

Mama, this is terrifying. I can feel a murderous aura. Is it because I woke her up? Is the female lead a morning person with a bad temper?

Lin Yihan turned her back to Ning Zishu, her hands covering her mouth, her body stiff and unmoving.

“I’m all sweaty. I’m going to take a shower.”

“Okay, okay.”

Hearing Ning Zishu’s emotionless words, Lin Yihan immediately had a terrifying hallucination of the villainous female lead from her dream. She was petrified, fearing she would be sent to clean public toilets on the street at any moment.

Lin Yihan cautiously turned her head and saw Ning Zishu had gotten up. She pulled a new blanket from the closet and tossed it over.

“Cover yourself so you don’t catch a cold.”

“Th-thank you.”

Watching Ning Zishu take her change of clothes and walk into the bathroom, Lin Yihan finally felt a huge wave of relief. She quickly wrapped herself in the blanket, completely bundling herself up as if afraid a ghost would eat her in the middle of the night.

The female lead hasn’t turned evil yet, hasn’t turned evil yet. It was just because she wasn’t feeling well and had a bad case of morning-mood. She’s still the gentle, beautiful big sister. Not scary, not scary at all.

Wuwu, it’s so scary!

Ning Zishu looked down, feeling the warm water run over her body. Her hand gripped the wall with an audible grating sound.

Clearly, Ning Zishu was trying her best to suppress her anger.

Why does Lin Yihan get to cry from pain just because she fell? Why does Lin Yihan get to cry freely without worrying about someone else hurting her?

“Heh, heh.”

She really didn’t expect to have the chance to return to the day she got her marriage license with Lin Yihan.

She had only just succeeded in getting her revenge on Lin Yihan. Was she now going to have to re-experience that same hopelessness of having no one to turn to for help?

That’s impossible!

“Lin Yihan…”

Even the warm yellow light of the bathroom and the hot water couldn’t soothe the fear that had welled up in Ning Zishu’s heart when she saw Lin Yihan. It was a terror deeply etched into her mind, like a conditioned reflex.

In that moment, Lin Yihan’s tear-reddened eyes merged with the crazed look in the eyes Ning Zishu had seen right before being violently harmed. Ning Zishu’s body tensed up, and she was seconds away from lunging at Lin Yihan and fighting her.

But Lin Yihan’s hiccup brought her back to her senses.

At this point in her previous life, Lin Yihan was still playing the part of a devoted wife. It was only after Lin Yihan graduated and entered her family’s company that she gradually revealed her extremely controlling side.

As she washed her body under the rushing water, Ning Zishu considered how to avoid the fate of her previous life and get revenge once more.

In the current situation, Ning Zishu couldn’t simply divorce Lin Yihan. Lin Yihan would certainly not accept it, and Ning Zishu’s parents, who had a good impression of Lin Yihan, would be difficult to convince.

The best and simplest way to end their marriage without causing a scene was to find the evidence of Lin Yihan’s plot against her family.

So for now, she could only force herself to suppress her revulsion for Lin Yihan and the urge to take revenge. She had to pretend she was deeply in love and, when Lin Yihan least expected it, find the evidence she had hidden.

It’ll be fine, Ning Zishu, you can do this. Your acting is recognized by everyone. You’re an award-winning actress who can play any role.

She dried her body, put on her clothes, and adjusted her expression in the mirror, revealing a gentle smile.

But thinking that she had only just moved in with Lin Yihan, and her father was still in the hospital, Ning Zishu reined in her smile by a couple of degrees.

The woman in the mirror was beautiful, reserved, and demure, but not cold. There was also a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

This was the expression Ning Zishu should have right now.

A person who had just entered society, had suffered a series of misfortunes, and was now marrying her junior in her prime, could not possibly have an overly happy expression.

In truth, Ning Zishu had long forgotten how she had felt at this point in her previous life. But as an excellent actress with years of experience, she was able to deduce a character’s inner emotions and physical expressions based on the events they had gone through. This was a survival skill she had honed during the countless days she was imprisoned in her room, facing the unpredictable temper of Lin Yihan.

But when Ning Zishu had a flawless expression ready to face the Lin Yihan she despised most, she was surprised to find the woman huddled in the blanket she had just given her, curled into a ridiculously tangled ball on a corner of the bed.

?

Ning Zishu could swear on the almost five years she had shared a bed with Lin Yihan that she had never seen her sleep in such an insecure position.

Could it be that she just hadn’t noticed because she’d never paid attention to Lin Yihan before this point?

That couldn’t be right.

Ning Zishu couldn’t help but lean closer. She had intended to observe Lin Yihan’s expression, but she froze when she saw Lin Yihan’s face, half-covered by the blanket.

Lin Yihan’s face was crumpled up, and she was making pathetic little whimpering sounds. There were clear tear marks on the corners of her eyes. It seemed like she had cried herself to sleep.

???

This wasn’t right. Something was very wrong.

If Lin Yihan’s crying in the bathroom could be chalked up to being unable to bear the pain, no one was hitting or scaring her now. So why was she huddled up like someone was about to eat her?

Was this really Lin Yihan?

Ning Zishu’s doubt was justified. Even after she successfully got revenge, when Lin Yihan was exiled from her family, left with nothing, and humiliated into becoming a stray dog, Ning Zishu had never seen her in such a fragile, almost pitiful state.

Lin Yihan was not this weak.

If she were an animal, she would be a wolfdog—seemingly harmless, but actually a wolf with no affection for anyone, ready to bite her enemy’s throat at any moment. Even if all four of her limbs were broken, she would still fight back desperately.

After all, wasn’t Ning Zishu herself killed in her previous life by a suicide attack from the Lin Yihan she had trampled into the mud?

But the Lin Yihan Ning Zishu was seeing now was completely different, a stark contrast to her impression of her.

Ning Zishu instinctively reached out and touched Lin Yihan’s cheek. It was warm and solid. This pitiful, crying Lin Yihan in front of her was not her imagination.

In her sleep, Lin Yihan seemed to feel a warm hand stroking her and instinctively snuggled into the heat source.

Ning Zishu, feeling her hand being nudged, retracted it as if she had been electrocuted. She looked at Lin Yihan with a complex expression for a long, long time. Finally, she lay down on the bed, occupying the other edge, unable to sleep all night.

The empty space between them was a giant chasm, and neither of them showed any intention of crossing it.

The next day, Lin Yihan woke up groggily around eight o’clock. Because she had cried for so long the night before, she felt a burning sensation in her eyes as soon as she opened them. She painfully covered her eyes and fumbled her way out of bed, almost falling on the floor again.

With a sour face, Lin Yihan rubbed her eyes with a warm towel in the bathroom.

Her eyes always hurt so much after crying. They would be red and swollen all day if she cried at night. But there was nothing she could do about it; she just couldn’t hold back her tears.

She hadn’t expected that the Lin Yihan of this world had the same body type.

Sigh, she hoped the female lead wouldn’t find her behavior too weird.

If she told her it was because an eyelash got in both of her eyes, would the female lead believe her?

Looking at herself in the mirror, Lin Yihan sighed again. The female lead probably wouldn’t.

After managing to rub down the swelling, Lin Yihan splashed cold water on her eyes. Thankfully, as a high-quality Alpha, her body was much stronger than her own. After a little while, only the corners of her eyes were still red. A little powder should cover it up.

Unfortunately, Lin Yihan couldn’t find a single cosmetic product in the bathroom.

…Is it because the original owner was an Alpha, so she just didn’t wear makeup?

Lin Yihan had no choice but to give up on the idea. She walked out of the bedroom and saw Ning Zishu, wearing an apron, putting two cups of warm milk on the dining table.

“Yihan, I just made breakfast. Come and eat. You only had porridge last night, so you must be hungry now.”

“Oh, okay, thanks.”

Lin Yihan sat down at the table. The breakfast Ning Zishu had prepared was simple: sandwiches, a fried egg, and warm milk. It wouldn’t have taken more than twenty minutes to prepare, which was exactly the amount of time Lin Yihan had spent in the bathroom.

So, Ning Zishu knew she was awake as soon as she was.

Realizing this, Lin Yihan felt a little guilty and lowered her head, afraid Ning Zishu would ask her why she had stayed in the bathroom for so long.

Fortunately, Ning Zishu didn’t ask anything and just silently ate her own breakfast.

Lin Yihan found her food unpalatable, and it felt like she was chewing on wax. She could only manage to swallow it down with the help of the hot milk.

With her head down, Lin Yihan didn’t notice Ning Zishu giving her a meaningful look from across the table.

Lin Yihan never had a habit of waking up after seven in the morning, and she would never splash her face in the bathroom.

But what truly confirmed for Ning Zishu that this was not the same Lin Yihan was the cup of milk she had specifically bought.

Everyone around Lin Yihan knew that she never drank milk and would never even use milk-scented body wash or shampoo.

Others didn’t know why, but Ning Zishu, who had lived with Lin Yihan for years, knew the reason perfectly.

Lin Yihan’s pheromone scent was strawberry milk, and she was extremely unhappy with a scent that didn’t fit her S-class Alpha status. To be more accurate, she hated it.

This woman even used a pheromone-blocking patch on the back of her neck twenty-four hours a day and gave herself a powerful inhibitor shot every week just to suppress her pheromones. She didn’t care about the effects such a large amount of inhibitors would have on herself, her partner, or her offspring.

A cold smile appeared on Ning Zishu’s lips at the thought.

If this were the Lin Yihan she knew, she would have thrown a tantrum at the sight of her holding a cup of milk, let alone drinking it.

So, who was this Lin Yihan?