Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 20

Shen Xian supported Lin Qinghan with one arm while asking gently, “Qinghan, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

Hearing the familiar voice, Lin Qinghan lifted her head, trying to make out the figure in front of her. But she was far too drunk—before her eyes, three blurry, overlapping versions of Shen Xian stood there, making her headache worse. In her intoxicated state, she suddenly broke free from Han Rui’s support and stumbled toward Shen Xian.

Seeing Lin Qinghan about to fall, Shen Xian quickly caught her in time.

Lin Qinghan clung to Shen Xian’s neck with one arm, her entire weight leaning against her to keep from collapsing. With her other hand, she half-heartedly pounded Shen Xian’s shoulder and looked up at her with a pout. “Didn’t you say you’d come pick me up? Ugh, what took you so long? My head is killing me!”

Looking at the flushed and grumbling Lin Qinghan, Shen Xian could only laugh bitterly. Was this drunk woman really trying to blame her now? Wasn’t it Lin Qinghan herself who didn’t want her to come? She didn’t even share the address!

If Shen Xian hadn’t spent 1,000 yuan buying her location from the system, she’d still have no clue where Lin Qinghan was.

But Shen Xian knew better than to argue with someone drunk. Logic had no place here. And if she tried, she’d be lucky to escape with just a few playful punches.

When Lin Qinghan didn’t get a response, her temper flared. She shoved Shen Xian, though the push didn’t move Shen Xian one bit—instead, Lin Qinghan stumbled again, and Shen Xian had to steady her once more. But Lin Qinghan still kept muttering, dissatisfied, “I’m talking to you! Why aren’t you answering?”

Shen Xian quickly soothed her, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s my fault I came late. Don’t be mad, Qinghan.” As she spoke, she gently rubbed Lin Qinghan’s back, trying to calm her down.

Only then did Lin Qinghan finally lean against her shoulder again. She stared up at Shen Xian, trying to focus, but her vision remained a blur. “Damn it… why do you keep moving around? You’re making me dizzier. Can’t you stand still?”

Shen Xian nearly laughed aloud. She hadn’t even moved an inch! How did she end up the villain here?

She let out a sigh and decided not to bicker. In fact, she found this side of Lin Qinghan—drunk, soft, a bit unreasonable—strangely adorable.

Smiling patiently, she coaxed, “Okay, okay, it’s all my fault. I won’t move again, alright? Let’s go home—Tiantian is still waiting for us.”

At the mention of Tiantian, Lin Qinghan straightened up a little and clung tightly to Shen Xian’s waist, “Then let’s go home. I need to tuck Tiantian in.”

Seeing her finally cooperate, Shen Xian exhaled in relief. She turned and gave a polite nod to Han Rui and Lu Jianbai. “Thank you both for looking after Qinghan.”

Han Rui, reassured after seeing the natural rapport between Lin Qinghan and Shen Xian, smiled. “It’s no trouble at all. We’re all colleagues. You take care of her—we’ll head out now.”

She glanced at Lu Jianbai and noticed he made no move to leave.

“Miss Shen,” Lu Jianbai said, frowning slightly, “Don’t you think it’s inappropriate for you to take Qinghan home? You two are divorced. I don’t mean anything by it—it’s just, as an Alpha, it doesn’t seem proper.”

Shen Xian looked at the male lead from the original novel with a faint smile. “We live together. If I don’t take her, are you going to? Don’t forget, Dr. Lu—you’re an Alpha too.”

That shut him up. What truly surprised him was discovering that Shen Xian and Lin Qinghan were still living together.

In Shen Xian’s arms, Lin Qinghan began to grumble again, “Ugh, you jerk! Let’s go home already—Tiantian’s waiting.”

“Yes, yes, we’re going now,” Shen Xian said softly, gently guiding her away.

She turned back to the others. “Our child’s waiting at home. We’ll be heading off.” Without another word, she helped the wobbly Lin Qinghan into a taxi.

Unfortunately, Lin Qinghan was completely uncooperative. Shen Xian ended up drenched in sweat just getting her into the cab. Lin Qinghan leaned her head against something soft—Shen Xian’s shoulder—sighing contentedly.

Shen Xian wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her steady. She hadn’t expected the heroine to be like this drunk.

By the time they got home, Lin Qinghan had dozed off on her shoulder. Shen Xian had no choice but to carry her bridal-style all the way. Thankfully, she wasn’t heavy—but the walk from the gate to the building wasn’t short either. By the time they arrived, Shen Xian’s arms were numb.

Supporting Lin Qinghan in one arm, Shen Xian fumbled with the keys and got the door open. The house had three bedrooms, but with her parents sleeping separately, only her own room was vacant.

She brought Lin Qinghan in, took off her shoes, and helped her lie down before sitting on the edge of the bed to catch her breath.

After a short rest, she went to the kitchen to prepare a hangover remedy. When it had cooled enough, she returned to the room and gently shook Lin Qinghan awake.

Lin Qinghan stirred, groaning. “Ugh, you jerk… my head’s killing me. Why’d you wake me up?”

She tried to push Shen Xian away, but her limbs were too soft to resist. Shen Xian held her steady with one arm, the cup in the other.

“Qinghan, drink some of this. It’ll help with the headache in the morning,” she coaxed softly.

Still half-asleep, Lin Qinghan squinted up at her. “I don’t want it. Let me sleep,” she mumbled, trying to wriggle free. Shen Xian’s grip didn’t loosen.

“Just one sip, okay? Then you can sleep,” she soothed.

Defeated, Lin Qinghan gave in. “Fine… just one sip.” She nuzzled against Shen Xian’s shoulder like a cat, trying to relieve her headache.

Shen Xian helped her sit up and brought the cup to her lips. “It’s not hot. Sip slowly.”

But after one taste, Lin Qinghan immediately wrinkled her nose and pouted, “Ugh, it’s disgusting! You said one sip! You liar… jerk.”

“Just one more, I promise. Then you can sleep,” Shen Xian pleaded gently.

Lin Qinghan grumbled again but obediently drank another sip.

“Ugh, it’s awful,” she muttered, clutching Shen Xian’s shirt and squirming.

“Okay, no more. Let’s get you tucked in now.” Shen Xian laid her down and pulled the blanket over her. Seeing Lin Qinghan finally at peace, she smiled, then turned to leave.

Even though Lin Qinghan wore only light makeup, Shen Xian figured sleeping in it would still be uncomfortable. She returned with makeup remover and a warm towel to clean her up.

But Lin Qinghan was fussy, swatting at her with a sleepy groan, “So annoying… can’t you let me sleep? Jerk…”

Shen Xian sighed and smiled to herself, softening her movements. Once she was done, she was sweating again.

Looking down at the woman asleep in her bed, Shen Xian chuckled to herself. Drunk Lin Qinghan was completely different from her usual cold self—clingy, grumpy, even calling her a “jerk” over and over. Like a little hedgehog that had finally put down its quills. Maybe this was the real Lin Qinghan, before life and people wore her down.

Once everything was settled, Shen Xian took a quick shower, grabbed a blanket, and went to sleep on the couch.

After the long night, she was thoroughly exhausted and quickly fell asleep.

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The next morning, Shen Xian’s internal clock woke her up early as usual. After washing up, she went out for a run, then returned to prepare breakfast.

Meanwhile, Lin Qinghan slowly woke up in Shen Xian’s room. The moment she opened her eyes, her heart dropped. This was Shen Xian’s room.

Ignoring her headache, she quickly sat up, lifted the covers, and checked herself. Her clothes were all intact. She touched the back of her neck and felt the pheromone suppressant patch still there. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

But how had she ended up here? Who brought her back? Why was she in Shen Xian’s bed?

Still groggy and confused, she got out of bed and slipped on her slippers. The rest of the house was quiet. In the kitchen, she found Shen Xian busy with breakfast.

She walked over, and Shen Xian looked up with a smile. “You’re awake. Does your head still hurt? Do you remember anything from last night?”

Lin Qinghan frowned slightly and rubbed her temples. Her head still throbbed. She glanced at Shen Xian and asked, “Who brought me back last night? Why did I wake up in your room?”

As she sliced pancakes into noodles, Shen Xian replied casually, “Didn’t you ask me to pick you up? I brought you back. Don’t worry—I slept in the living room.”