Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha’s Gorgeous Wife Who Keeps Trying to Seduce Me (GL) - Chapter 9

Chi Lengzhao lounged on the sofa, biting into an apple as she searched Shen Zhixi online.

The most popular news was still about their wedding. The event had been extravagant, clearly expensive, and grand in scale.

Dressed in a white gown, Shen Zhixi looked elegant and poised. The flowing skirt, her hair fluttering in the wind—she resembled a cold, noble goddess. Her slender arm rested lightly on her partner’s elbow, with graceful shoulders that made shoulder-obsessed Chi Lengzhao stare at the photo for quite some time.

She had to admit—Shen Zhixi was, without a doubt, worthy of being the heroine in a novel. She was stunning. Not just beautiful, but graceful, composed, dignified, and cultured.

Yet the original Chi Lengzhao had married this nearly perfect princess and treated her with nothing but cruelty and humiliation.

Once again, Chi Lengzhao silently criticized her predecessor—what a twisted freak.

She continued browsing and unexpectedly came across a drama Shen Zhixi had acted in—a historical costume drama that had been wildly popular four years ago.

So Shen Zhixi used to act too?

Indeed, the novel had mentioned in passing that after marrying Chi Lengzhao, Shen Zhixi had completely left the entertainment industry.

Looking through the stills, Chi Lengzhao found Zhixi even more stunning in costume—ethereal and otherworldly, with a cold and regal aura. Though she was an Omega, she perfectly embodied the proud and aloof demeanor of an Alpha.

But then Chi Lengzhao remembered—Shen Zhixi wasn’t just a pretty face. She was the one who single-handedly built the Meixi business empire.

And the one who, in the previous life, had removed the original Chi Lengzhao’s gland.

Subconsciously, she touched the back of her neck, a sudden wave of unease washing over her. She bit into the apple again, silently resolving to get along with the heroine. Maybe, just maybe, under the protection of her protagonist aura, she could avoid a tragic end and survive to the end.

Housekeeper Zhou was shocked to find Miss Chi watching the drama starring the young mistress with such enthusiasm.

She clearly remembered that Miss Chi had previously banned anyone in the house from watching that show or even mentioning it.

Once, while still dating Shen Zhixi, a guest had casually brought up the drama and praised it enthusiastically, expressing regret that Zhixi had quit acting. Chi’s face had turned dark immediately. After the guest left, she had argued with Zhixi over the phone. Of course, the next day, she showed up at Zhixi’s door with a huge bouquet of flowers to apologize.

“Housekeeper Zhou, have you watched this show? It’s so sweet! Funny and entertaining too!”

Zhou: “…”

“No, we haven’t,” Housekeeper Zhou replied, stealing a glance at Miss Chi’s delighted face—she hadn’t stopped smiling. Zhou started wondering if she was hallucinating. “Is it good, Miss?”

“It’s great! Totally addictive! Everyone should watch it. Tell Fangfang and Xiao Song too! And make sure to leave a five-star review—it’s worth it!”

Housekeeper Zhou twitched slightly at the corners of her mouth. “Yes, Miss!”

Soon, Fangfang, who was cleaning the windows, received a message from Housekeeper Zhou:
[Go watch the drama starring the young mistress. Leave a five-star review after.]

Fangfang quickly replied:
[I’ve already watched it. It was good.]

Zhou:
[Then watch it again.]

Fangfang: …

Chi Lengzhao spent the entire day binging the drama in her hospital room. It wasn’t until a young nurse brought her physical exam report in the evening that she finally emerged from the story.

As she picked up the report, she felt a rare moment of nervousness.

She scanned the summary first. Seeing that this body was healthy, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She had worried that the original owner’s promiscuity might have led to some unmentionable illness. She definitely didn’t want to die a miserable, embarrassing death right after transmigrating here.

After staying up late watching episodes, Chi Lengzhao was finally jolted awake in the early morning by an itch on the back of her hand.

Dr. Xia stood there with her usual scowl. “Heard you had a full physical yesterday? What’s the matter—Chi family’s famously flirtatious daughter suddenly knows fear?”

Her voice dripped with undisguised sarcasm.

“Not fear. I’m just… preparing to have a baby,” Chi Lengzhao replied with a crooked smile, playing dumb. “My Zhixi is so beautiful—I obviously want to have a cute little A or O with her. For the sake of healthy genes and proper planning, wouldn’t a checkup be the responsible thing?”

The young nurse blushed and quietly slipped out, leaving only the two Alphas in the room.

The air instantly filled with the tension of unspoken hostility.

Dr. Xia’s face turned frosty, her voice sharp and mocking. “A baby? What, are you going to drug her? You scum who stoops to such lows dares talk about genetics? What a joke!”

It was harsh, but Chi Lengzhao knew Dr. Xia wasn’t wrong—and her anger was understandable.

Chi sighed quietly. “That’s between me and my wife. Still, thank you for the warning, Dr. Xia. I’ll be more patient from now on.”

Dr. Xia choked for a second, then snapped, “Glad you understand!”

With that, she yanked open the door and slammed it shut behind her.

Chi Lengzhao: “…”

Wow. Are doctors in this world always this aggressive with patients?

Dr. Xia’s manner toward Chi Lengzhao was downright hostile—barely maintaining the minimum professional distance. No warmth. Purely business.

But with Shen Zhixi, her demeanor transformed—gentle, considerate, attentive. She inquired about every detail of Zhixi’s condition, even repeating dietary guidelines with painstaking care.

“Thank you, Dr. Xia. I feel much better,” Shen Zhixi said softly, but with a deliberate note of distance.

“Is there anywhere else that feels uncomfortable?”

“No, I’m fine.” Zhixi pretended not to notice the concern in Xia’s eyes. “Please don’t worry about me. I’m doing well.”

If this were her first life, she might have smiled politely, thanked Dr. Xia, maybe even chatted like a friend.

But with what she’d experienced before, she knew: Dr. Xia harbored feelings for her—feelings that went far beyond simple concern.

After losing her baby, Zhixi had insisted on divorcing Chi Lengzhao and cleansing her mark.

At the time, her health was at its lowest—feverish almost every day—and it had been Dr. Xia who cared for her tirelessly, comforting her, handling everything.

For that, Shen Zhixi was sincerely grateful.

Back then, she had nothing.

Meixi was on the brink of bankruptcy. Her father was seriously ill. And she herself was barely holding on—trapped in a broken, fragile body. She didn’t know how to keep going, or whether she even could. Her heart, already scarred by trauma, trembled with fear.

Then Dr. Xia had taken her hand, gently pressing it to her cheek, and said with heartfelt emotion,
“Zhixi, I love you. Let me take care of you, please?”

Shen Zhixi, pale and worn from illness, was stunned. She stared at Dr. Xia, startled, and quickly pulled her hand away in panic.

In her heart, she had only ever seen Dr. Xia as a close friend.

“Dr. Xia, you’ve misunderstood. I’m not ready to start a new relationship right now.”

Dr. Xia didn’t push, but her pain was obvious.

Yet Shen Zhixi felt nothing romantic for her. She didn’t feel even the slightest spark. No matter how deep Dr. Xia’s feelings were, she knew she could only let her down.

Now, after being reborn, facing that same look of concern from Dr. Xia, Shen Zhixi turned away. She kept her distance, hoping to make her feelings clear. She didn’t want to give her any false hope.

Even the young nurse nearby felt sorry for Dr. Xia.

Dr. Xia was a top student from medical school, beautiful, kind, and capable—an Alpha admired by many in the hospital.

But unfortunately, her heart was set on Shen Zhixi.

Shen Zhixi was an S-Class Omega, the beloved daughter of the Shen family, and a former celebrity. More importantly, she had just gotten married—her newlywed glow still fresh.

Chi Lengzhao wasn’t lacking in any way either—smart, attractive, and from a powerful family. She and Shen Zhixi were the definition of a perfect match.

Dr. Xia was admirable, but… maybe it was time to let go.

Noticing Shen Zhixi’s avoidance, Dr. Xia lowered her eyes awkwardly. “Get some rest.”

After two days in bed, Shen Zhixi felt stiff all over. She called out to Hua Zi.

“What is it, Miss?”

“I want to take a walk in the garden. Can you grab a jacket for me?”

“Right away, Miss.”

Hua Zi quickly returned with a cream-colored coat. Shen Zhixi slipped it over her hospital gown, picked up her phone, and stepped outside. Hua Zi followed closely. Both the Shen family and Chi Lengzhao had made it clear that someone should always stay with her to prevent any accidents.

They headed toward the elevator. This floor was reserved for VIP patients, so it was quiet. The night before, only one elderly man had been admitted for a heart attack.

The hallway was almost silent—eerily still.

Just then, the elevator doors opened. A visitor stepped out. They were probably there to see someone, but their eyes kept drifting to Shen Zhixi, filled with curiosity.

As they passed, the person muttered, “She looks like Shen Zhixi…”

Zhixi stopped and turned to Hua Zi. “Please go get my sunglasses and a mask.”

Even though she had only acted in one show—a historical drama from four years ago—that drama had been such a hit that people still recognized her. More than once, she’d heard excited fans shouting,
“Rong Yin! It’s Rong Yin! Shen Zhixi!”

While waiting for Hua Zi, the elevator chimed again.

This time, a slim woman stepped out. A lock of her hair was dyed green, the rest a silvery gray. She wore a fitted suit and carried a strong, lingering scent of perfume.

Gold-rimmed glasses gave her a delicate, refined look.

But when she saw Shen Zhixi, her eyes narrowed slightly, and a sly smile curled at her lips. She walked up and greeted her with a strange familiarity.

“Sis-in-law?”

Zhixi was caught off guard. As the woman moved closer, she instinctively stepped back.

The woman lifted her head and smiled even wider. “What’s the matter, sis-in-law? Already forgotten who I am?”