Transmigrated as a Scum Alpha Cannon Fodder, Sweetly Pampering the Heroine - Chapter 30

On the screen, Xu Jinman’s exquisite features slowly approached. Her lips were painted a vivid red, and beneath her slender, arched brows, her deep brown eyes were as cold and fathomless as the night sea.

 

She stared intently at the screen, narrowing her eyes as if she could see through the liquid crystal display to the person beyond.

 

Then the surveillance video went dark.

 

“Fvck, she actually found it,” Song Ronghui spat out a mouthful of smoke, flicking the ash to the side. “That thing was hidden so well. I even double-checked. How did she find it?”

 

“Only one? No backup plan?”

 

“No. I underestimated her. I thought it was foolproof. But doesn’t that make it even stranger? When did Xu Jinman become so perceptive? And the way she looked at me… I can’t quite explain it.” Song Ronghui suddenly let out a derisive laugh, likely finding her own thoughts absurd. “Doesn’t it feel like she’s been possessed by someone else’s soul?”

 

Through the speaker on the table, a woman’s voice drifted in, soft and eerie. “Stop with the lame jokes. If this fails, don’t let them trace it back to you…”

 

“Don’t worry, I’ve taken care of the staff. Besides, that Omega is the Young Master of the Han Family’s woman, and he arranged the room. I simply had him distracted before he could enter. Even if they investigate, they won’t trace it back to me.”

 

Song Ronghui stood up and walked to the hotel window, pushing it open. The warm night breeze brushed against her face. “What a pity. Such a well-laid plan, and I won’t get to see it unfold.”

 

That Omega was nearly S-Rank.

 

Even an S-Rank Alpha like Shen Shu had reacted. If Xu Jinman were an Omega, she wouldn’t stand a chance.

 

And if Yin Xue’s suspicions were correct—that Xu Jinman was an Alpha with pheromones—her escape would be even more impossible.

 

Two exquisite specimens in heat placed before her…

 

No Alpha could resist.

 

“Isn’t this all your fault?”

 

Hearing the accusatory tone, Song Ronghui chuckled and soothed, “But what you want to know will definitely be revealed today. This floor is unoccupied, and no one will enter the hotel courtyard for the next half-hour. Unless… Xu Jinman goes mad and jumps out the window.”

 

“Good…”

 

“Once we determine whether she’s an Alpha or an Omega, what then? What do you plan to do?” She didn’t explicitly state her intentions. Yin Xue was currently imprisoned, so even if they discovered Xu Jinman’s true nature, it would be meaningless for her.

 

As for Song Ronghui, she was helping with the investigation partly to please her beloved and partly out of curiosity about what Xu Jinman truly was.

 

Or perhaps it was a kind of schadenfreude, a reaction to Xu Jinman’s long-standing arrogance.

 

Personally, she hoped Xu Jinman was a Failed Differentiation Omega.

 

A woman who boasted of being able to fvck Beicheng Omegas into submission, leaving them bedridden for three days, only to be a limp, incapable of marking.

 

How would Xu Jinman explain away her past displays of power?

 

The thought alone brought her immense satisfaction.

 

Unaware of Song Ronghui’s inner thoughts, Yin Xue continued, “After what she’s done to me, shouldn’t I understand her? I don’t just want to know what she is; I want to know everything about her, Ronghui. I can’t swallow this humiliation. After all these years of loyalty, this is how she repays me? She destroyed me, and I’ll destroy her too!”

 

Song Ronghui said nothing.

 

She knew that Yin Xue’s current madness stemmed not only from hatred but also from her love for Xu Jinman.

 

Song Ronghui had always known about Yin Xue’s love for Xu Jinman. That’s why, despite her own feelings for Yin Xue and her burning jealousy, she had never acted on them.

 

Yet when she learned that Xu Jinman was getting married, she felt a surge of joy. She knew that Yin Xue and Xu Jinman were alike—possessive to the extreme and unwilling to tolerate Xu Jinman’s decision.

 

As expected, they soon had a falling out.

 

What Song Ronghui hadn’t anticipated was Xu Jinman’s ruthlessness in severing all ties with Yin Xue, driving her to commit the desperate act at Imperial Grand.

 

It was this act that finally drew Yin Xue’s gaze away from Xu Jinman and onto Song Ronghui.

 

Song Ronghui returned to the table, poured herself a glass of red wine, and drained it in one gulp.

 

She knew she could play with Yin Xue, but there was no future between them. That much was clear.

 

She also knew that Yin Xue’s reckless behavior would inevitably lead to disaster.

 

Once Xu Jinman found out she was responsible, she would never let her off the hook. Even the Song Family might not intervene on her behalf.

 

Listening to Yin Xue’s words earlier, she had momentarily considered whether to wake up from her drowning sooner or drown with her.

 

“Huihui, when will you come join me?” Yin Xue asked.

 

Song Ronghui forced a helpless smile. It’s easy to get into the water, but hard to get out.

 

Why does a scumbag like me still have a heart that loves?

 

I shouldn’t, I don’t deserve it, but I can’t help myself.

 

“As soon as things are settled here, I’ll come.”

 

Meanwhile, in another building, Han Wenling sat cross-legged in a leather chair, her pale purple nails tapping lightly on the 고급 solid wood desk, rhythmically.

 

A meter away stood a man dressed as a waiter, his small eyes darting nervously.

 

“Who told you to lure her there?”

 

The man kept his head bowed, cold sweat dripping down his back. The mere thought of that person’s terror made him too afraid to reveal the truth.

 

Han Wenling waited a few seconds, then suddenly stopped tapping. “Let me guess.”

 

She spoke a name.

 

The man kept his head bowed, refusing to speak.

 

Han Wenling accepted the glass of red wine from her secretary and took a sip. “You may not know this, but I have very little patience. I wonder if your backer would step in to protect you if something were to happen?”

 

The man gritted his teeth. “But if I talk, something will happen to me sooner or later anyway.”

 

“There’s a difference,” Han Wenling said. “If you don’t talk, something will happen to you right now. Believe me?”

 

The man glanced up slightly, his Beta constitution unable to withstand the Alpha’s oppressive aura.

 

After a moment, he said, “I wasn’t instructed by Young Master Han to lure them to the room. It was Second Miss Xu…”

 

Han Wenling raised an eyebrow, mulling over the name. “Xu Li?”

 

She picked up the tablet computer from the table. “Did she also tell you to install the hidden camera in the room?”

 

“Yes, but she said she found it distasteful and wouldn’t watch it herself. She only wanted a few… you know, those kinds of scenes… to confirm everything was as planned before sending them to Young Master Han.”

 

“What kind of scenes?” Han Wenling asked.

 

The man stammered, “Just… you know… the three-person… stuff…”

 

Han Wenling gave a casual “Oh.” Xu Li, though Xu Jinman’s elder sister, was known for her fastidiousness—but only when it came to physical cleanliness.

 

Her methods in other matters, however, were quite dirty indeed.

 

“If Young Master Han finds out, he’ll definitely make a scene with Xu Jinman. How would that benefit the Xu Family?” the secretary asked, puzzled.

 

Han Wenling gazed at the screen, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Two fools making trouble has nothing to do with the Xu and Han families themselves, does it?”

 

Xu Tao and the Old Master wouldn’t care, and no negative rumors would spread. The only consequence would be damage to Xu Jinman and her third brother’s reputation in the eyes of their elders.

 

Xu Li likely just wanted to tarnish Xu Jinman’s reputation, just as her second sister, Han Wenfang, always sought flaws in her.

 

“All this effort just for that? Isn’t she afraid Xu Jinman will retaliate if she finds out?”

 

Han Wenling glanced at the waiter, then waved him away.

 

“Do you think Han Wenfang fears me?” Han Wenling’s lips curled into a smile, her fox-like eyes narrowing. “There might be others involved, each with their own motives, or perhaps something we don’t yet know. It doesn’t matter… as long as the Han family’s interests aren’t at stake, let them tear each other apart. Release them.”

 

“What about Room 209…?”

 

“Why would I help Xu Jinman?” Han Wenling stared at the surveillance footage, her lips curving into a smile. “Though… when did Xu Jinman become such a paragon of virtue?”

 

The camera was positioned in the corner of the wall above the bed, capturing an almost bird’s-eye view of the entire room.

 

The person on the bed had spontaneously stripped down to almost nothing but their underwear, writhing on the mattress. Even through the screen, their moans were audible.

 

Yet Xu Jinman didn’t glance at the bed even once. Instead, she covered the nearly naked body with a blanket. But the Omega, already delirious, tossed it aside almost immediately.

 

“An Omega in heat, and Xu Jinman can still resist?” Han Wenling murmured, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched the screen. “That’s not how she acted last time I saw her.”

 

Room 209.

 

If the situation weren’t so urgent, Xu Jinman might have taken the time to thoroughly search the room for any hidden cameras she might have missed.

 

But now the entire room was saturated with the Omega’s overpowering pheromones.

 

Apart from the woman’s moans, all Xu Jinman could hear was Shen Shu’s increasingly labored breathing.

 

The room was equipped with a signal jammer, preventing her from making any calls.

 

“She’s fading…” Shen Shu said, her voice hoarse from shouting. The woman on the bed had lost consciousness the moment they entered, driven solely by her desperate need for a mark.

 

Once an Omega falls into heat without suppressants or a mark, the fever will continue to burn relentlessly, even becoming life-threatening.

 

Xu Jinman’s face was icy. Her pursuers had shown utter disregard for human life in their scheme against her.

 

“I can’t wait any longer,” she said.

 

Xu Jinman turned and grabbed a bath towel from the bathroom, draping it over herself. She walked to the flowerpot she had used earlier, aiming its thickest edge at the glass window. Before striking, she glanced back. “Turn around.”

 

Shen Shu, thinking Xu Jinman was trying to open the window to call for help, weakly pushed herself up from the sofa. “Be careful,” she said, her legs trembling.

 

As soon as Shen Shu turned her back, Xu Jinman smashed the flowerpot against the glass.

 

Bang!

 

The first strike failed to shatter the window.

 

Shen Shu glanced over. Xu Jinman had widened her stance slightly for leverage, revealing only her pale, toned arms. Shen Shu clenched her fist and blurted out, “Pull the towel up higher. Cover yourself better.”

 

Xu Jinman paused. “Okay,” she replied.

 

Without looking at Shen Shu, she adjusted the towel to cover her exposed skin. She raised the flowerpot again. This time, cracks spiderwebbed across the glass.

 

On the third strike, Xu Jinman focused her force on the fractured center, slightly reducing her power. The glass shattered with a crash, cascading down like a waterfall from above.

 

The bath towel Xu Jinman had draped over herself earlier proved effective, protecting her upper body from the falling glass. However, two shards grazed the backs of her feet as she landed.

 

Shen Shu, already weak, felt her body starting to heat up. Unable to see Xu Jinman’s back clearly, she asked, “Are you alright?”

 

Xu Jinman glanced at the bl00d seeping from the cuts on her feet and calmly replied, “I’m fine.”

 

Shen Shu breathed a small sigh of relief, then watched as Xu Jinman bent down, hiked up the high-slit black dress, and tied it in a knot at her thigh. She was wearing black leggings with lace trim on one side.

 

Realizing Xu Jinman’s intention, Shen Shu’s flushed cheeks paled slightly. “What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice tinged with urgency.

 

Losing her balance, Shen Shu slid off the sofa. Xu Jinman quickly stepped forward, catching a faint, sweet scent emanating from Shen Shu’s skin.

 

“Are you…?”

 

Shen Shu shook her head. Her heat cycle hadn’t started yet, but… it was coming soon.

 

Xu Jinman’s palms were clammy as she steadied Shen Shu, her breath catching in her throat. The soft, smooth skin felt like silk beneath her hands.

 

After ensuring Shen Shu was stable, she released her.

 

“Xu Jinman, you…”

 

“I checked,” Xu Jinman said. “The second floor isn’t too high. I can climb down using the air conditioner.”

 

“No… mmph…” Shen Shu frowned, gasping for breath. “Are you crazy? What if you slip…?”

 

The soft moan made cold sweat drip from Xu Jinman’s forehead.

 

Xu Jinman studied Shen Shu’s face, reassuring her, “It’ll be fine. This is the only way. Stay here and wait for me.”

 

The person on the bed was delirious from fever. Xu Jinman could tell Shen Shu was nearing her limit.

 

And that wasn’t all.

 

The 99% pheromone compatibility was making this situation unbearable.

 

With that, Xu Jinman strode to the window.

 

Shen Shu watched anxiously as Xu Jinman snapped off the heels of her high heels, placed a stool beneath the window, and used a bath towel to sweep the glass shards from the windowsill.

 

Finally, she braced her hands on the sill and lifted her foot—

 

Just then, the door burst open.

 

A man stormed in with several others, his eyes immediately landing on the nearly naked Omega on the bed.

 

“You b1tch, Xu Jinman! How dare you touch my people!”

 

Though he called himself a man, he looked more like a teenager, standing around 1.8 meters tall with a youthful face.

 

Xu Jinman’s gaze swept over the man’s face before she stepped off the stool and hurried to Shen Shu’s side. “Can you walk?”

 

Shen Shu nodded, but her legs buckled as soon as she tried to stand.

 

Xu Jinman gently steadied her, then wordlessly bent down and scooped her into her arms. Seeing this, the young man immediately moved to block her path.

 

Xu Jinman’s expression darkened. This person’s arrival was too convenient.

 

“Who are you?”

 

“…You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? I’m your father, Han Hui!”

 

The Young Master of the Han Family.

 

So he was involved in this mess too.

 

Xu Jinman tightened her grip on the trembling woman in her arms. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll come for you. None of you will escape.”

 

She paused. “As for the woman on the bed, I suggest you get her to a hospital quickly.”

 

Then she brushed past him.

 

The young man tried to block her again, but another woman’s voice rang out from the doorway.

 

“What’s going on here?” Han Wenling asked, her face a mask of surprise as she took in the scene. Spotting Shen Shu in Xu Jinman’s arms, she asked, “Miss Xu, is your wife alright?”

 

“Hurry…” Xu Jinman heard Shen Shu murmur softly in her arms, like a kitten.

 

“Move aside,” Xu Jinman said sharply.

 

Han Hui tried to block her again, but Han Wenling silenced him with a single glance.

 

Though they weren’t born to the same mother, Han Hui always felt a bit intimidated by his elder sister. “Wenling is ruthless,” his second sister had warned him.

 

But as Xu Jinman reached the doorway, Han Wenling herself stepped in front of her, her gaze sliding down to linger on Xu Jinman’s legs. The high-slit skirt revealed her long, pale limbs.

 

On her right thigh, a faint scratch oozed tiny beads of bl00d as she tensed her muscles.

 

Han Wenling said meaningfully, “Miss Xu, is your leg alright?”

 

“It’s fine. Will you move aside now?” Xu Jinman replied coldly.

 

Hearing her icy tone, Han Wenling smiled faintly, stepped aside, and gestured with a mock courtesy. “Shall I arrange another room for you and Miss Shen?”

 

Xu Jinman ignored her completely.

 

She would settle this score eventually, but not now.

 

Zhou Pei waited outside. Seeing Xu Jinman emerge with Shen Shu in her arms, she immediately got out of the car to open the door for them.

 

“Take me to the hospital.”

 

“No need… I’m feeling a bit better now,” Shen Shu said, taking a few deep breaths. “Besides, we have suppressants at home.”

 

Xu Jinman looked down at her. Shen Shu’s face was flushed with a translucent pink, like the blush of a ripe peach. She asked softly, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

 

Xu Jinman had practically run out earlier, so Shen Shu had instinctively grabbed her shoulder. Now, as Xu Jinman spoke with her head bowed, their faces were mere inches apart.

 

Realizing the proximity, Shen Shu withdrew her hand slightly. “Mm… you can put me down now.”

 

Seeing that Shen Shu’s voice sounded a bit steadier, Xu Jinman carried her to the back seat.

 

Only then did Shen Shu notice the cuts on Xu Jinman’s leg and the back of her foot. The leg wound must have been recent, as it hadn’t been there when Xu Jinman tried to climb out the window earlier.

 

They were in the car, but Xu Jinman hadn’t started the engine yet.

 

Shen Shu said, “Assistant Zhou, we should still go to the hospital.”

 

Xu Jinman glanced at her. “Still not feeling well?”

 

Shen Shu looked at Xu Jinman’s leg. “You’re the one who needs to go.”

 

“Oh, it’s nothing, just a scratch,” Xu Jinman said, touching the bloodstain near the wound on her leg and showing it to Shen Shu. “See? The bl00d just looks darker because it’s spreading.”

 

Shen Shu fell silent for a moment.

 

She suddenly remembered that the last time Xu Jinman had been at Cai Ying’s vacation villa, she had stabbed without even blinking. It seemed she felt no fear of pain, as if she had experienced such things often before.

 

The car headed toward Star City International, which was only a twenty-minute drive from the hotel.

 

Shen Shu leaned weakly against the window, feeling drowsy after her earlier intense physical reaction.

 

Noticing she had fallen asleep, Xu Jinman gently tilted Shen Shu’s head to the side and removed the back cushion. Leaning forward, she carefully lifted Shen Shu’s head.

 

Before she could place the cushion, Shen Shu slowly opened her eyes.

 

Shen Shu’s hair warmed slightly in Xu Jinman’s palm. Xu Jinman asked, “…Do you want the cushion?”

 

After a few seconds, Shen Shu reached out and took it from her hand, murmuring softly, “Thank you.”

 

“Ah, you’re welcome,” Xu Jinman replied.

 

She paused. “I’m sorry about this.”

 

“It’s not your fault,” Shen Shu said.

 

Neither of them had anticipated that person’s audacity.

 

Zhou Pei remained silent.

 

Listening to their conversation, Zhou Pei instinctively glanced at the two women.

 

A thank you and an apology? He couldn’t make sense of this exchange.

 

Shen Shu propped a cushion sideways beside her head and leaned against it gently. When she had been pushed into that room earlier today, it had felt like reliving some past horror, and she had been utterly terrified.

 

Especially when she realized she was being affected by the Omega’s heat in the room.

 

She had braced herself for the worst.

 

But then she heard Xu Jinman’s voice. Strangely, at that moment, she felt a sense of reassurance coming from Xu Jinman.

 

When Xu Jinman was about to jump from the second floor to protect her and the Omega on the bed, Shen Shu suddenly realized that it didn’t matter whether Xu Jinman was an Alpha or an Omega.

 

Perhaps Xu Jinman had her reasons, perhaps one day she would tell her the truth herself…

 

Xu Jinman felt truly undeserving of Shen Shu’s gratitude.

 

She blamed herself for being too confident. When Shen Shu had mentioned Song Ronghui at the banquet, Xu Jinman hadn’t been even slightly suspicious.

 

Relying on her “omniscient” perspective from having read the novel, she had assumed she understood all the characters perfectly.

 

In reality, Shen Shu couldn’t understand Xu Tao and Lu Yun, nor could she comprehend the original owner’s actions. The original owner’s friends were even more complex, each harboring their own hidden agendas.

 

She needed to be aware that everyone here was real, with their own independent thoughts. Before she had taken over this body, these troubles might have already been lurking in the original owner’s past.

 

With the original owner’s reputation, how could she not attract hatred?

 

Who knew how many people were waiting to see her fall from grace?

 

She had to be vigilant here, instead of constantly being forced into reactive positions.

 

After getting out of the car, Shen Shu still felt weak. Xu Jinman helped her upstairs.

 

“Where’s the suppressant?”

 

Xu Jinman drew the curtains closed as Shen Shu replied, “Bottom drawer, the blue box…”

 

“Are you feeling unwell again?” Xu Jinman noticed Shen Shu’s cheeks flushing crimson, her peach-colored lips parted as she gasped for air.

 

“Mmm…” Shen Shu murmured, her voice sounding like a soft moan.

 

Xu Jinman bent down, opened the drawer, and retrieved the blue box. Beneath it, she noticed a ‘psychology appointment slip.’ Without giving it much thought, she opened the box and took out a suppressant.

 

The suppressant pill took ten minutes to take effect. Xu Jinman went to the bathroom, wet a towel, wrung it out, and returned to the room.

 

Shen Shu half-closed her eyes, the scene feeling strangely familiar.

 

Xu Jinman gently placed the towel on Shen Shu’s face. She had a habit of wiping faces not by rubbing, but by gently pressing the towel’s surface against the skin. This method was gentler on the skin.

 

On Shen Shu’s face, her movements became even lighter.

 

Shen Shu wore light makeup. Xu Jinman avoided the subtly shimmering eyelids, first wiping away the sweat on her face.

 

When the towel brushed against the corner of Shen Shu’s lips, Shen Shu parted her lips and exhaled a warm breath. Xu Jinman’s hand froze mid-motion, her fingers momentarily touching that soft, vulnerable spot.

 

“When I was little and had a fever, my grandmother used to wipe my face like this too,” Shen Shu said abruptly, her breathing slightly labored.

 

A pang of sorrow welled up in Xu Jinman’s heart.

 

In Shen Shu’s eyes, the only person in the world who had ever been kind to her was now gone.

 

Shen Shu closed her eyes. Xu Jinman turned off the light and quietly closed the door behind her.

 

After leaving the room, she sat on the sofa for a while before receiving a call from Zhou Pei, who was already at the hotel.

 

“Miss, the situation here is likely more complicated than we initially thought. Are you sure you don’t want to report this to the police?”

 

Xu Jinman replied, “The person behind this has covered their tracks meticulously. Reporting it to the police would lead nowhere. They’d be detained for ten days or half a month at most… That won’t satisfy my anger.”

 

Zhou Pei, sensing the murderous intent in her voice, paused before asking, “What do you plan to do?”

 

Xu Jinman poured herself a glass of water and gulped it down, soothing her parched throat.

 

“Have you found Song Ronghui yet?”

 

“Her car was headed toward Rongcheng.”

 

Xu Jinman swallowed the water. “Is she going to Rongcheng, or the Rongcheng Special Management Office?”

 

Zhou Pei hesitated. “I’ll confirm tomorrow and let you know.”

 

Xu Jinman acknowledged with a hum and hung up. She then called the hospital to check on Lu Yun’s condition. The news was reassuring: Lu Yun was fine and would fully recover with a couple of days of rest.

 

Exhausted from the day’s ordeal, Xu Jinman leaned back against the sofa, her mind racing through the day’s events. Suddenly, the bloodstains on Lu Yun’s clothes flashed before her eyes.

 

She sat up straight and unlocked her phone again.

 

After finding Wang Zheng’s number, she hesitated briefly before dialing.

 

The call connected.

 

But after two rings, it was abruptly disconnected.

 

Xu Jinman exhaled deeply, tossing her phone aside in frustration. She had a premonition that uncovering the truth about Qucheng would reveal the Xu Family’s secrets.

 

A sharp sting from the wound on her leg reminded her to disinfect it.

 

Finding the medical kit in the living room, she decided to go to the bathroom first to wipe herself down.

 

Unzipping her dress, she pulled the strapless gown and black safety shorts down to her thighs.

 

Only then did Xu Jinman notice the light-colored shorts underneath, stained with a small spot of grape juice in an oddly conspicuous place.

 

Her chest and the skin below felt sticky. As she reached for a wet cloth—

 

Suddenly, an intoxicating vanilla-honey pheromone flooded her senses. The rich, alluring scent of an Omega in heat made Xu Jinman’s lower abdomen tighten, and her dress slid down to her ankles with a whoosh.

 

Half-naked, Xu Jinman stood frozen in place.