Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha’s Gorgeous Wife Who Keeps Trying to Seduce Me (GL) - Chapter 18

Chi Lengzhao quietly pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

She had showered in the guest room again. Tonight, she was wearing a deep blue camisole nightdress. Unlike the passionate and mature vibe of yesterday’s red one, this darker shade made her look steadier, more composed—an entirely different kind of allure.

Shen Zhixi’s gaze followed the hem of her skirt, which rested just above the knees, then slowly moved and settled on the sofa.

As Chi Lengzhao sat down, the hem naturally rose, revealing her fair legs—so pale they nearly glowed like snow in the dim light.

The moment Shen Zhixi’s eyes met that flash of whiteness, she felt like she’d been burned. She quickly looked away.

Carefully adjusting her hair to avoid touching the back of her injured head, Chi Lengzhao suddenly looked up—perhaps sensing someone’s gaze—and met Shen Zhixi’s eyes.

Shen Zhixi was wrapped up in the blankets from head to toe, with only her face peeking out.

To Chi Lengzhao, she looked oddly adorable—like a prairie dog peeking out of its burrow, cautiously observing its surroundings.

“Did I wake you?” Chi Lengzhao asked with a smile. “When do you usually go to bed? I can adjust to your schedule.”

“No need. This time works.”

The answer came in that same flat, emotionless voice—a tone that made conversation nearly impossible.

Chi Lengzhao glanced at her phone. Midnight. She hadn’t realized it was so late. Time had slipped by while she was in the study and then in the shower.

“I’ll try to be earlier tomorrow. I’ll aim for 11.”

Shen Zhixi responded calmly, “You don’t play games anymore?”

Chi Lengzhao, back in the day, had no concept of early nights. She spent most of her nights at bars, rarely coming home before 3 or 4 a.m. And when she did, it was usually straight into a game session—smoking, drinking, swearing. Pulling all-nighters wasn’t unusual.

Without missing a beat, Chi Lengzhao pulled out her blanket and started laying it out. “Stopped ages ago. Don’t have the time. Getting too old for it anyway.”

That last sentence made something tighten in Shen Zhixi’s chest. Too old? At 25?

Then what did that make her—who was older by a few months?

This time, laying out the blanket went smoothly. Chi Lengzhao soon settled onto the sofa, let out a satisfied sigh, and said cheerfully,
“This is the best moment of the day—finally being able to lie down after everything’s done!”

She switched off the lamp next to the sofa.

“Good night, Zhixi. Sleep early, okay? Staying up too late isn’t good for your skin.”

Shen Zhixi: …

Not good for my skin?

Was Chi Lengzhao subtly implying she was getting old and couldn’t handle late nights?

Shen Zhixi gave a quiet huff and turned off the bedside lamp with a click.

The room was instantly swallowed in darkness, except for the gentle silver moonlight seeping through the gap in the curtains.

The outlines of the room were faintly visible.

As everything quieted down, Shen Zhixi heard a sudden soft hiss from the direction of the sofa—probably from Chi Lengzhao accidentally touching her wound—followed by the rustle of her turning over.

Then silence again, and the sound of even breathing. She had fallen asleep.

But Shen Zhixi remained wide awake, eyes open, staring at the ceiling.

Mrs. Zou’s words from earlier that day floated through her mind, like a carrot dangled in front of a donkey, impossible to ignore.

She wanted to know what had really happened.

Shen Zhixi reached for her phone and sent a message to Dr. Xia:

“Dr. Xia, when I was brought into the hospital that night, was I given an inhibitor?”

At this hour, Xia Lian was probably still awake.

Sure enough, the reply came instantly:
“What’s going on? You don’t remember?”

Shen Zhixi’s memory of that night was hazy. Her pheromones had surged uncontrollably, her body burning with fever. She had been barely conscious—everything was a blur.

“Not clearly.”

“Did Chi Lengzhao try to force you again? Did she drug you? Do you want me to call the police?!”

“No, no,” Shen Zhixi hadn’t expected such a strong reaction. “I just want to confirm—was I actually given an inhibitor that night?”

“Good thing you were! Otherwise, I don’t even want to imagine what could’ve happened. The emergency team recorded it clearly—‘Patient used inhibitor independently to suppress pheromone surge.’”

There was no doubt now.

She had used an inhibitor that night. But with her condition so bad, there was no way she could’ve applied it herself.

Which meant…

Shen Zhixi’s gaze drifted toward the sleeping figure on the sofa. Her eyes darkened, full of confusion and questions.

It could only have been Chi Lengzhao.

But why would she do that?

Shen Zhixi lay in bed, tossing and turning, running through all the possibilities in her mind.

Could it be that Chi Lengzhao regretted everything in that moment? Had a sudden change of heart and gone to the neighbor to get an inhibitor?

But she quickly dismissed that idea.

She knew Chi Lengzhao too well.

In her world, the words “I was wrong” simply didn’t exist.

In her eyes, it was always someone else’s fault.

Even when Chi Lengzhao slapped her so hard that she fell down the stairs, causing her to miscarry, she never once admitted fault or showed any regret.

“This isn’t my fault! How was I supposed to know you’d fall? How was I supposed to know you were so weak you couldn’t handle one slap?”

That was the kind of person Chi Lengzhao was—someone who would never admit she was wrong.

Shen Zhixi lay in bed, unable to sleep, and all of Chi Lengzhao’s unusual behavior over the past few days suddenly became crystal clear.

She had casually handed over the sapphire necklace without hesitation.

She had sided with her completely and even hit Shi Xin without questioning anything.

She redecorated the entire bedroom to match Shen Zhixi’s taste.

She threw out all her old favorite clothes, saying they were ugly, childish, and unbearable to look at.

She had stopped playing video games and was suddenly able to talk about how the chip industry operates.

She spoke to Jiang Han and Xue Xingyu with a sincerity that didn’t feel fake.

She treated Housekeeper Zhou, Fangfang, and Hua Zi with genuine kindness and warmth—not like before, when she acted superior and cold.

All of it pointed to one thing. Ever since Shen Zhixi’s rebirth, Chi Lengzhao had changed drastically.

Then another realization hit her.

Since being discharged from the hospital, Chi Lengzhao hadn’t smoked a single cigarette.

Not once.

From the direction of the sofa, the sound of steady, calm breathing filled the room. Chi Lengzhao was already asleep.

But Shen Zhixi wasn’t. Her mind was sharper and more alert than it had ever been.

What had happened to Chi Lengzhao?

The thought sent a jolt through her chest.

Could Chi Lengzhao have been reborn too?

No. That didn’t make sense.

If she had been, then given her vengeful nature and the fact that Shen Zhixi had someone remove her gland in their past life, Chi Lengzhao wouldn’t have hesitated to retaliate. She would’ve forced a mark on their wedding night, locked her up, or even done the same to her—removed her gland, tit for tat.

That’s the kind of person she used to be.

The more Shen Zhixi thought about it, the more confused she felt. Her thoughts became tangled. Instead of answers, she only found more questions.

Then, something Hua Zi had said at the hospital suddenly came to mind.

“Miss, Miss Chi went for a full-body checkup today. She just had breakfast afterward.”

Why would she go for a full-body checkup all of a sudden?

A terrifying possibility began to form.

What if Chi Lengzhao had a terminal illness? What if she had only a few years left to live—and that was why she came to her with the idea of a three-year marriage agreement, which had only been shortened to one year because Shen Zhixi insisted?

What if she had decided to turn her life around because she knew she didn’t have much time left?

That explanation made everything else make sense.

Lying in the dark, Shen Zhixi let out a quiet breath. She had never expected that so much would change after her rebirth. She never imagined that Chi Lengzhao might be terminally ill.

But instead of feeling relieved or freed, she felt something else.

It had only been a few days since her rebirth, but deep down, she couldn’t deny it—this version of Chi Lengzhao had treated her well.