Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 10

Shen Xian took a taxi and arrived downstairs at Lin Qinghan’s apartment within ten minutes. She hurried up the stairs and knocked on the door.

Inside, Lin Zhixin’s heart skipped a beat. “Sis… you didn’t really call the cops, did you? I didn’t even see you talking into your phone.”

Lin Qinghan, still holding her daughter, quickly circled the coffee table to open the door. As soon as Shen Xian saw little Shen Tian’s tear-stained, flushed face, her expression darkened with concern.

“Are you two okay? What happened?” she asked urgently.

Lin Qinghan stepped aside with Shen Tian in her arms to let her in. Shen Xian’s eyes immediately landed on Lin Zhixin, lounging arrogantly on the sofa. When he saw her, a flicker of unease crossed his face.

“Qinghan, take the little one to the bedroom. I’ve got this,” Shen Xian said, her voice calm but icy, as her gaze fell on her crying daughter. Her heart ached at the sight.

“You made Tiantian cry?” Shen Xian turned her cold stare on Lin Zhixin, making him scramble to his feet.

“I—I didn’t! And anyway, this is my sister’s place. Who the hell do you think you—” He didn’t even finish before Shen Xian grabbed him by the collar and yanked him over the coffee table.

“Oh, so I didn’t teach you enough of a lesson earlier, huh? Don’t you have hands? If you want money, go earn it yourself.”

“Let go, Shen Xian! I’m warning you—hitting someone is against the law,” Lin Zhixin yelped, trying to pry her grip from his wrist.

With a sharp twist, Shen Xian had him howling in pain. She kicked him hard in the shin. “Oh? That hurts already? Can’t take it?”

She followed it up with a few more ruthless kicks.

“System,” she called in her mind, “Can you hide the injuries on Lin Zhixin’s body? I just want him to feel pain, but I don’t want any visible bruises or wounds.”

The system’s cold, mechanical voice answered in her mind: “Affirmative. This feature can conceal all external injuries while maintaining full pain perception. One-time activation cost: 1,000 yuan.”

Tch, that’s steep. One full day of housework just for that. But to deal with this kind of scum? Worth it. Shen Xian paid the 1,000 yuan without hesitation. Now she could beat Lin Zhixin without holding back.

With another tug, she yanked him off balance. Don’t be fooled by his size—Lin Zhixin, despite being a grown man, was completely overpowered. She slammed his head down and beat him mercilessly. He wailed like a banshee, his whole body wracked with pain, yet his skin remained perfectly untouched—no redness, no bruises, just smooth and unmarked.

Shen Xian twisted his wrist so hard he couldn’t move, and his shin felt like it was about to snap from her kicks.

“Stop! Stop! I’ll call the police! You hear me?” Lin Zhixin screamed through the pain.

Shen Xian gave him one last solid kick to the back before letting him go. “Go ahead. You broke into someone’s home and came here to extort money. You think anyone will believe you? Where’s your evidence?

There’s not even a mark on your body.”

“You crazy b1tch! My leg’s almost broken…” He looked down and—nothing. Not even a bruise. Still smooth and pale.
Seeing that he still hadn’t learned his lesson, Shen Xian threw five or six punches straight to his face. Under normal circumstances, his face would have been swollen and black-and-blue. But now, while it hurt like hell, his skin looked untouched.

Tears streamed down Lin Zhixin’s face. A grown man, beaten and sobbing. He hadn’t expected Shen Xian to go this far.

“I was wrong! Sis, sister-in-law, I was really wrong! I swear I’ll never ask my sister for money again. I’ll leave right now. I’ll go—I promise!”

Shen Xian, breath heaving and finally venting her rage, gave him one final kick to the back. “Get out. And if you dare come asking for money again, next time it won’t be this easy.”

“Ow—okay, okay! I’m leaving! I’m leaving!”

His shrieking had startled Lin Qinghan into stepping out of the bedroom. She peeked out to find her shameless brother, howling like he’d been brutally beaten—yet not a single mark on him. She looked between the two in confusion.

Finally, the front door slammed shut, and peace returned to the apartment.

Shen Xian turned to Lin Qinghan. “How’s Tiantian? Is she still crying?”

Lin Qinghan nodded, heading back to the bedroom. “She’s still scared. She’s been crying nonstop.”

Shen Xian followed, and saw little Shen Tian still sitting on the bed, wiping tears from her swollen eyes, her little nose sniffling nonstop. She looked like she’d just been pulled out of the water.

It might’ve been fine if Shen Tian hadn’t seen Shen Xian—but the sight reminded her that the mangosteens her “Mommy” had bought were all eaten by that terrible uncle. Add that to him yelling at her and Mama, and Shen Tian shrank back in fear, terrified her uncle would come back to pick her up.

To a child, it didn’t matter that they were just fruit—what mattered was that Mama and Mommy said they were hers. And her most hated uncle had eaten them. Shen Tian felt even more wronged. She threw her chubby arms around Shen Xian’s neck and sobbed:

“Waaah! Mommy, the bad uncle ate all the mangosteens you and Mama got for Tiantian! He scolded Tiantian too! Tiantian’s scared!”

Shen Xian quickly gathered the little girl into her arms, comforting her gently. “Okay, okay. Mommy knows. I already chased that bad uncle away. We’ll get more mangosteens. Or something even better. How about that?”

She bounced Shen Tian gently in her arms. Lin Qinghan was always careful when holding her daughter—never too much movement, always afraid of dropping or bumping her. But Shen Tian thought the way Mommy held her was fun. She giggled, arms wrapped tight around Shen Xian’s neck.

“Giggle giggle—Tiantian likes this kind of play!”

She broke into laughter not long after. Shen Xian’s heart finally eased a bit seeing her calm down.

Even Lin Qinghan was stunned. She hadn’t been able to soothe Shen Tian at all—yet somehow, Shen Xian had. Watching Shen Xian help tonight and now seeing her calm Tiantian down, Lin Qinghan felt a small, reluctant tug of emotion. Without Shen Xian, she might’ve had no choice but to call the police.

But then she remembered the old Shen Xian—who wasn’t much better than her brother—and forced herself to stay alert. She reminded herself not to let her guard down.

As if reading her mind, Shen Xian suddenly saw the “favorability score” floating above Lin Qinghan’s head flicker and turn translucent. Shen Xian’s smile froze. Wait—helping out tonight didn’t lower it again, right?

Finally, the number stabilized at -90. Shen Xian exhaled in relief.

Shen Tian, now in better spirits, cuddled close and asked sweetly, “Mommy, what’s yummier than mangosteen?”

Shen Xian chuckled, and even Lin Qinghan—who had been watching in silence—was amused. She smiled and said gently, “Sweetheart, let’s change into your pajamas and wash your face, okay?”

Shen Tian shook her little head, still clinging to Shen Xian. “No. I want Mommy to carry me.”

Shen Xian smiled and tousled her twin hair buns. “Where’s Tiantian’s pajamas? I’ll help her change,” she said to Lin Qinghan.

Not wanting to upset her newly soothed daughter, Lin Qinghan fetched a pair of pink bunny pajamas from the shelf—complete with little rabbit ears. They were adorably soft and sweet.

She handed them to Shen Xian, then quietly went to the living room to clean up the mess Lin Zhixin had made.

Shen Xian gently helped her little one out of her clothes and into the pajamas. “Let’s wash your face now. After that, Mommy will buy you something even tastier.”

“Mm-hmm!” Shen Tian nodded so hard her twin buns bobbed adorably.

Shen Xian brought her to the bathroom, wet a towel with warm water, and gently wiped the little one’s round face clean. In no time, Tiantian was fresh and ready for bed.