Transmigrated as a Scum Alpha Cannon Fodder, Sweetly Pampering the Heroine - Chapter 42

Push-ups were one thing, but what was this “whisper and nibble” thing?

 

Xu Jinman glanced at Shen Shu, whose expression mirrored her own complicated feelings.

 

Tong Jia preemptively declared, “Let’s make one thing clear: even if you have to take a call and leave, you still have to do at least one round. Otherwise, after the rest of us have played, you two just walking away would be such a letdown!”

 

Xu Jinman: “……”

 

“We’re all friends here. If Shu Shu’s too shy, she can skip the whisper-and-nibble part. Of course, she could also choose to take a small drink instead.” Tong Jia nodded at her. “But President Xu, you absolutely have to participate. If Shu Shu chooses to drink, you can pick someone to do the push-ups with you. No need for the whisper-and-nibble part.”

 

Xu Jinman: “……” What a dog.

 

She glared at Tong Jia.

 

Tong Jia’s temple twitched, recognizing the unspoken threat in Xu Jinman’s eyes: So you’re messing with me, huh? Just you wait.

 

Tong Jia: “……”

 

She genuinely hadn’t thought much of it at first, having grown accustomed to playful banter with Xu Jinman.

 

But as her mind cooled and she considered it more carefully, she realized that making Xu Jinman do push-ups with someone else was inappropriate. After all, Xu Jinman was both a major investor and the agency’s star artist—a valuable asset on both fronts.

 

What if this causes a family feud…?

 

Tong Jia’s eyes crinkled into a smile. “Forget it, forget it. I can’t let Shu Shu get jealous… How about this? You two wives can choose between doing push-ups or having Shu Shu drink a glass of wine. Since President Xu is doing this for the second time, she’ll have to drink five glasses. Deal?”

 

This meant two push-ups were equivalent to one glass of wine.

 

A glass of Wusu beer wasn’t much; Shen Shu could handle a little, and for Xu Jinman, it was barely enough to wet her throat.

 

Once they finished this round, they could switch to dice or another game.

 

Everyone could save face. That was Tong Jia’s thinking.

 

Having learned from her previous experience, Xu Jinman was uncertain about her body’s alcohol tolerance. But compared to making Shen Shu uncomfortable with those intimate push-up positions, she’d rather drink.

 

As this thought naturally arose, a fleeting realization crossed her mind: her first reaction wasn’t to resist the push-ups themselves, but rather to avoid making Shen Shu uncomfortable.

 

The thought vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

 

After Shen Shu finished the small glass Tong Jia poured for her, she watched Xu Jinman pick up the full glass of Wusu, pausing slightly.

 

Even during Xu Jinman’s first game and first drink, Shen Shu had noticed her clutch her stomach. Xu Jinman hadn’t seemed well this morning either…

 

Xu Jinman wanted to take a drink for her, but Qiao Rui chimed in, “No substitutions allowed!”

 

“It’s fine,” Xu Jinman murmured.

 

Though Qiao Rui’s words were framed as a reminder, Xu Jinman detected a faint hint of disapproval beneath the surface.

 

She didn’t care about Qiao Rui’s opinion, but two of Shen Shu’s future key assistants were watching. If she acted too coy, she worried it might leave a bad impression on Shen Shu.

 

I should have thought this through, she berated herself. If I’d known it was this kind of game, I would have refused outright. Tong Jia at least had the decency to change the rules she’d set herself. Five drinks isn’t much, and it would be rude to embarrass her further.

 

Stop being so dramatic. Just drink it.

 

Xu Jinman downed two glasses in quick succession. The Wusu beer slid down her throat and into her stomach. Though less harsh than she expected, she still paused briefly after each gulp.

 

No one noticed her discomfort except Shen Shu. Under the colorful lights, Shen Shu clearly saw the subtle furrow between Xu Jinman’s brows the moment the alcohol hit.

 

Xu Jinman didn’t need to force herself. She’d walked out on the Han family’s banquet before—why should she care about these people? Shen Shu understood: Xu Jinman was drinking for her sake.

 

As Xu Jinman reached for the fourth glass, Shen Shu pressed her hand down.

 

“No more drinking,” Shen Shu said calmly. “Let’s do push-ups instead. One drink equals two push-ups, so we’ll do four.”

 

Her voice was as cool and detached as usual, showing no hint of ambiguity when she said the words “push-ups.”

 

Xu Jinman froze.

 

Shen Shu turned to Tong Jia and asked softly, “But can we skip the ear-biting?”

 

Her tone remained perfectly serious, yet Xu Jinman felt a tickle in her throat. She realized that since transmigrating, her thoughts had become dangerously impure.

 

Why does this sound so… tempting?

 

Tong Jia was somewhat used to Shen Shu’s icy expression, but the contrast between that expression and the question she’d just asked was striking. It suddenly occurred to her that Shen Shu would be perfect for playing the role of a busty, slender-waisted “dumb and sweet” type—the kind who innocently gets into suggestive situations.

 

Tong Jia laughed heartily and nodded. “I think we can skip the ear-biting.”

 

She sensed that Xu Jinman was being overly protective of her wife. Look at Shu Shu—she’s actually more open-minded than you are.

 

Xu Jinman leaned close to Shen Shu’s ear. “Do you even know what push-ups mean?”

 

“…I do,” Shen Shu replied. “Are you going to be on top or bottom?”

 

Xu Jinman: “……” How can she ask that so calmly?

 

This only made Xu Jinman feel even more impure.

 

Everyone watched them with eager anticipation.

 

Shen Shu paused, then said, “You can be on the bottom.”

 

Xu Jinman: “?”

 

Shen Shu’s two questions followed each other so closely, it seemed she hadn’t given Xu Jinman any time to choose.

 

In truth, Shen Shu had intended it that way.

 

She was concerned about Xu Jinman’s upset stomach and the fact that she looked pale and weak this morning, as if she hadn’t slept well.

 

She probably doesn’t have much energy.

 

Pfft—

 

Tong Jia couldn’t suppress a laugh. “President Xu, it seems you two have revealed something.”

 

The others exchanged knowing smiles.

 

Before Xu Jinman could respond, Shen Shu had already stood up.

 

Xu Jinman walked over to Shen Shu, wanting to say she didn’t need to do this just because of the drinking. She was actually feeling alright.

 

“Hurry up,” Shen Shu urged. “Let’s get this over with and go home. I’m a bit tired.”

 

Perhaps it was just her imagination, but Shen Shu’s voice carried a faint hint of intimacy, leaving Xu Jinman speechless.

 

Then Xu Jinman felt a sudden urge to laugh, but she knew this wasn’t the time.

 

Gazing at Shen Shu’s earnest expression, she lowered her head, bringing her face within centimeters of Shen Shu’s. “Then I want to be on top,” she murmured.

 

Shen Shu: “……”

 

The other women in the private room were starting to feel numb from all the smiling. This was practically a public display of affection—the same couple who had seemed so reluctant to show any affection earlier were now completely disregarding propriety.

 

The sofa was wide, and Shen Shu’s weight created a slight indentation when she lay down. When Xu Jinman leaned against it, the sofa sank even further.

 

Xu Jinman’s gaze pressed down on Shen Shu’s eyes. For a fleeting moment, both women’s breaths tightened, before they averted their eyes.

 

Xu Jinman carefully controlled her movements. Her loose-fitting clothes made it seem like she was close to Shen Shu, but their bodies never actually touched.

 

The push-ups were quick, four repetitions completed in mere seconds.

 

“President Xu, you’re in excellent shape,” Tong Jia remarked.

 

Xu Jinman placed her feet on the floor and leisurely slipped back into her high heels. “It’s getting late. Shu Shu and I should head back. You all can continue.”

 

After leaving the private room, Shen Shu received a call from Cai Ying, who explained she hadn’t seen the WeChat message earlier. Shen Shu briefly said she would call back later.

 

Xu Jinman and Shen Shu walked in silence down the long, brightly lit corridor. As they rounded a corner, a drunken man stumbled out from ahead. With lightning reflexes, Xu Jinman pulled Shen Shu close, half-embracing her.

 

Once the man had passed, Xu Jinman released her and continued walking.

 

Xu Jinman glanced up. Whether it was the alcohol or something else, Shen Shu’s face was flushed more than usual. Could she be blushing? Xu Jinman wondered unconsciously.

 

The thought brushed Xu Jinman’s heart like a feather.

 

Sensing her gaze, Shen Shu said, “Let’s go,” and started walking ahead.

 

Xu Jinman nodded and followed her out the door.

 

Behind them, Tong Jia, her arm linked with Qiao Rui’s, remarked, “Newlyweds are so different. Not like us.”

 

“How are we different?” Qiao Rui asked with a smile.

 

Tong Jia playfully pinched Qiao Rui’s waist and said, “We’ve been together too long. It’s starting to feel like the seven-year itch, don’t you think?” She watched Qiao Rui’s expression as she spoke.

 

Qiao Rui playfully flicked Tong Jia’s nose. “I don’t feel that way at all. I can never get enough of being with you. Are you the one who’s tired of me?”

 

Tong Jia laughed at the response, but the smile in her eyes seemed strained. Why couldn’t Qiao Rui understand? Had she not been clear enough?

 

After all these years together, how much longer would she have to wait for this woman to finally propose?

 

Since they had been drinking, they called a designated driver.

 

Xu Jinman’s suspicions were correct: her original body had indeed changed, especially when it came to alcohol tolerance. After just a few drinks, her face and neck were flushed and burning.

 

Her head felt slightly dizzy, and she was overwhelmingly sleepy.

 

After exchanging a few words upon boarding the car, Shen Shu noticed Xu Jinman had fallen silent beside her. Turning her head, she saw Xu Jinman leaning slightly toward the window. Her eyelashes weren’t particularly curled, but they were remarkably long, especially the clusters at the outer corners of her eyes.

 

Her delicate nose was high and straight, and her lips were slightly thin—a feature often associated with cold-heartedness.

 

But if Xu Jinman ever fell in love, she would never be that kind of person.

 

Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes. Seeing Xu Jinman’s head about to hit the window, Shen Shu instinctively reached out to shield her face.

 

Shen Shu’s palm was warm; Xu Jinman’s cheek was burning hot.

 

Xu Jinman didn’t wake up. Instead, as if finding support for her head, she seemed to sink deeper into sleep, nuzzling against Shen Shu’s palm.

 

Shen Shu: “……”

 

When Xu Jinman finally woke up, she found her head resting on a soft cushion. Her half-asleep state hadn’t improved much; instead, she felt even dizzier.

 

The aftereffects of the alcohol seemed to be kicking in.

 

The elevator ascended to the eighth floor.

 

Xu Jinman squinted, catching sight of her flushed cheeks in the elevator mirror. After a moment of stillness, she glanced at the person beside her.

 

The air still felt stiflingly hot. Xu Jinman felt both overheated and dizzy, her mouth parched.

 

Sensing her gaze, Shen Shu turned to meet her eyes, their gazes colliding in the mirror. Xu Jinman didn’t look away.

 

“Does your stomach hurt?” Shen Shu asked, her voice unexpectedly gentle.

 

Xu Jinman paused for a moment, as if the question had lagged in her mind, then shook her head, her gaze returning from Shen Shu’s face. “No, it doesn’t.”

 

Shen Shu nodded and looked away.

 

They reached home and closed the door.

 

Xu Jinman stood in the doorway, watching Shen Shu change her shoes. The entryway light cast a pale, cold glow, making her snow-white toes appear even paler.

 

As Shen Shu finished changing and stood up, she noticed Xu Jinman still standing there, not having taken off her own shoes. “What are you spacing out about?” she asked.

 

“Shen Shu,” Xu Jinman stepped forward, leaning in. “Were you embarrassed just now?”

 

Xu Jinman’s high heels gave her an even greater height advantage. The faint scent of alcohol in her breath mingled with a subtle, sun-kissed fragrance, instinctively making Shen Shu want to retreat.

 

Suppressing the urge to back away, Shen Shu parted her lips slightly to speak, but Xu Jinman suddenly straightened up and rubbed her head. “So sleepy. I’m going to bed first.”

 

Only after Xu Jinman kicked off her heels and padded barefoot to the guest room did Shen Shu realize something: Is Xu Jinman a little drunk again?

 

The guest room door closed. Shen Shu lowered her gaze to the scattered high heels on the floor, then crouched down to straighten them and place them neatly on the shoe rack.

 

Afterward, she paused, a sudden amusement rising within her at Xu Jinman’s behavior.

 

Xu Jinman had slept soundly, only to realize she hadn’t changed her clothes or showered the night before.

 

Thankfully, unlike her previous blackout, she remembered everything clearly. After mentally reviewing the events of the night, she calmly left the room.

 

Shen Shu was still asleep. Xu Jinman grabbed her phone and scrolled through it as she walked to the kitchen.

 

The refrigerator still held the two carrots from the other day. She took out some ribs from the freezer, planning to make a rib porridge.

 

Her eyes scanned the group chat messages one by one. Tong Jia and two assistants were chatting.

 

Xinxin: Great news! Sister Shu’s Weibo followers have surpassed 800,000!!!

 

Tong Jia: @Shen Shu @Xu Jinman Your wifey fans have written fanfiction about you! Want to read it?

 

Xinxin: Ahhh, yes, please!

 

Tong Jia: Link

 

Tong Jia: Crazy Rich Alpha vs. Aloof Alpha, Q-rated…

 

Xiaodong: Isn’t President Xu an Alpha?

 

Tong Jia: That’s why it’s fanfiction.

 

Xu Jinman: “……”

 

Where exactly do I look like an Omega?

 

Xu Jinman clicked on the Weibo link and immediately saw the author’s name: Little White Rabbit.

 

Her eye twitched. I don’t think I get along very well with Little White Rabbit…

 

The novel was titled The Pathological CEO’s Daily Confinement. It was a short piece, published on an 18+ website that didn’t require a VPN, and only the first chapter had been released, totaling around two thousand words.

 

Yet the number of clicks was remarkably high.

 

Xu Jinman skimmed through it.

 

…Man walked into the dilapidated apartment. The soundproofing was poor, so she moved with deliberate lightness. She reached the door, slowly turned the handle, and saw the Alpha bound to a chair. The Alpha was dressed in professional attire, her chest conspicuously prominent. With her hands secured behind her, the shirt strained, nearly tearing at the seams… Man smiled indulgently. “Darling,” she purred, “are you ready to mark me?”

 

Xu Jinman: “……”