Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 29

“Thank you, Qinghan,” Shen Xian said without thinking much of it. Even though the system had assured her that her injuries would heal in a few days, the burning pain was very real right now—applying some medicine couldn’t hurt.

Lin Qinghan looked at Shen Xian, and Shen Xian turned her head to meet her gaze. After a few moments of eye contact, Lin Qinghan noticed that Shen Xian hadn’t taken off her outerwear. She wasn’t sure what

Shen Xian meant to do.

In the end, unable to bear the awkwardness any longer, Lin Qinghan broke the silence. “Sit up and take off your sweatshirt first. How am I supposed to apply the medicine otherwise?”

Shen Xian nodded. “Oh, right. Okay.”

But her back still throbbed with pain. Just sitting up on the bed took tremendous effort, and it took her a while to raise her arms and pull off the sweatshirt. The bruises and welts left by the steel rods were laid bare—deep purple and bluish marks covering her pale back.

At first, Lin Qinghan had tried to avoid looking at Shen Xian’s body. But the moment she saw the extent of the injuries, she couldn’t keep her composure. Shen Xian’s fair skin made the bruises look even more shocking. None of these wounds should’ve been hers to bear—she’d gotten them protecting Lin Qinghan.

Lin Qinghan quickly walked to the bedside and sat down. Her hand reached out gently to Shen Xian’s back, making Shen Xian gasp in pain. “Hiss…”

“Does it hurt a lot?” Lin Qinghan softened her voice and began to gently dab the bruises with a warm towel.

It did hurt—a lot—but Shen Xian bit her lip and tried to sound casual. “Not really. It just looks scary, but it doesn’t feel too bad. A few days and it’ll be fine.” She even turned her head to smile at Lin Qinghan, trying to reassure her.

Lin Qinghan’s chest tightened. These bruises might not have broken any bones, but just looking at them hurt. Shen Xian was clearly saying that just to put her at ease. And seeing the bruise she herself had caused on Shen Xian’s waist made her feel even worse. She reached out to gently stroke the bluish mark on her waist, eyes starting to turn red.

It took her a moment to calm down enough to hold back her tears. Part of the bruising was covered by Shen Xian’s bra. Lin Qinghan touched the clasp area and gently asked, “This part’s blocked—I need to unfasten your bra. Is that okay?”

Shen Xian didn’t think much of it and nodded. “Sure.” After all, they were close like sisters. It was just a bra clasp—what was the big deal?

Lin Qinghan tried not to overthink it. Her fingers unclasped the bra, brushing lightly against Shen Xian’s warm skin in the process. Once unfastened, the bruises on Shen Xian’s back became even more visible.

She carefully wiped Shen Xian’s back with the warm towel. The soothing heat spread across her skin, making Shen Xian relax to the point of drowsiness, eyelids drooping.

Lin Qinghan poured some medicinal wine into her palms, warmed it between her hands, and gently pressed it onto Shen Xian’s shoulder blades, massaging softly.

Though Lin Qinghan used the lightest pressure, Shen Xian immediately winced in pain, forcing herself not to cry out. As the medicinal wine soaked into her bruises, the pain intensified—her ears flushed red.

Lin Qinghan could see she was in pain and eased up even more, massaging the bruises with the utmost care. As she worked the wine into Shen Xian’s back, sweat started to bead on Shen Xian’s forehead and trickle down her back.

Feeling bad for prolonging her pain, Lin Qinghan quickened her pace. Soon, the room was filled with the sharp scent of medicine. By the time she was done, Shen Xian was completely limp from exhaustion.

Lin Qinghan lightly touched the bruise on Shen Xian’s waist again, regretting having pinched her so hard earlier. “Does this part still hurt?”

Shen Xian had barely any strength left, but her waist was particularly sensitive. She flinched at the touch, a faint blush rising to her ears. She assumed it was just her body’s reflex and turned her head with a sheepish grin. “It’s fine. You didn’t even use that much strength—just tickles a bit.”

Lin Qinghan quickly withdrew her hand and asked gently, “Can you sit up now? The medicine’s dry, and staying like this might get you chilled.”

“I’m good now. It’s almost midnight—you should rest too, Qinghan.” Shen Xian had recovered a bit and slowly propped herself up, slipping her bra off and setting it aside without a second thought. She acted completely natural, showing no embarrassment in front of Lin Qinghan.

Earlier, Lin Qinghan had been too concerned about the bruises to pay attention to anything else. But now that Shen Xian’s upper body was fully exposed in front of her, she couldn’t help but stare. Despite having a three-year-old child, Shen Xian’s figure still left Lin Qinghan’s face flushing red. She abruptly stood up and turned away.

“Wh-why are you sitting up without putting your clothes back on?” Lin Qinghan’s voice trembled slightly.

Shen Xian blinked, confused. “I’m going to sleep, obviously. And I reek of medicine—why bother with other clothes? I’ll just change into a nightdress.” She then carefully pulled on a loose nightgown, wincing at each movement.

Lin Qinghan stood there for a while. Only after she could no longer hear the rustling of clothes did she risk glancing back. Shen Xian was now in a short, off-the-shoulder nightdress, her collarbones glowing pale under the light, the hem stopping at mid-thigh—making her legs look long and slender.

Ever since they got married, Lin Qinghan rarely saw Shen Xian wear skirts. After the wedding, Shen Xian had changed so much—she’d even stolen and sold off her wedding ring and necklace. The two had become strangers. Who still cared what she wore?

Even now, since Shen Xian had moved back in, Lin Qinghan had never seen her wear a skirt—let alone something this short. Her eyes lingered with suspicion. Was Shen Xian trying to pull another stunt?

But heaven knows, Shen Xian had picked the dress solely because it was easy to wear. Her back still throbbed, and she wanted to avoid unnecessary movements. Dressed and ready, she glanced at the still-standing Lin Qinghan. “Qinghan? Aren’t you going to bed?”

Snapping out of it, Lin Qinghan noted that although Shen Xian wasn’t wearing a suppressant patch, she hadn’t released any pheromones either. After a moment, she replied, “Okay. I’ll go now. If you feel unwell during the night, call me.”

“I’ll be fine, really. You go wash up and sleep,” Shen Xian said, then lay down—belly first.

As she crawled into bed, her skirt rode up a little. Lin Qinghan’s gaze was involuntarily drawn, but she quickly looked away. Whether it was out of embarrassment or concern, she rushed to help pull the blanket over Shen Xian.

Shen Xian beamed at her. “Thanks, Qinghan. Good night.”

Lin Qinghan gave her a long look but said nothing else. “Good night.”

Shen Xian had no idea what Lin Qinghan was thinking. But the system had just notified her that her affection score had risen from -20 to 0. Shen Xian was overjoyed—if she weren’t in pain, she might’ve jumped up. Ever since arriving in this world, Lin Qinghan had the lowest favorability score among the four key figures. Now, it had finally returned to zero. That had to count for something.

Meanwhile, Lin Qinghan tossed and turned in bed. She couldn’t stop thinking about Shen Xian’s disheveled appearance… or the scent of sweet orange pheromones back in the lounge. She used to love that scent—not just in pheromones, but sweet oranges were her favorite fruit. After they separated, she never touched them again.

Trying to clear her head, Lin Qinghan blamed her thoughts on being exposed to Shen Xian’s pheromones earlier. But no matter how she rationalized it, the scent lingered in her mind every time she closed her eyes.

Eventually, she got up and sprayed a heavy dose of suppressant around the room, letting the sterile scent of chemical freshness mask everything else. Only then did she begin to calm down.

Meanwhile, in a secluded compound outside the city, a few of Wang Qi’s men returned empty-handed.

“Boss, Lin Zhixin played us. His sister wasn’t alone—there was some Alpha with her who fought like hell. Kang Si’s arm got fractured.”

Wang Qi frowned. “Save the excuses. Get someone to fix Kang Si’s arm. And send two men to grab Lin Zhixin. Bring him to me.”

Inside, Lin Zhixin was enjoying his beer, smugly fantasizing about how sleeping with Wang Qi a few more times would wipe out his sister’s debt. Not only could he freeload, but if she kept Wang Qi satisfied, maybe he could ride his coattails too.

Before he could finish his drink, the door was kicked open by Huang Mao and the others.

“Hey, what’s going on? Did you find my sister? Didn’t I tell you to deflate her electric scooter’s tires so she’d have to walk through the surveillance-free zone? Wait—why are you tying me up? Help—”

Huang Mao didn’t care for his nonsense. A few punches landed squarely on Lin Zhixin’s face, knocking a tooth out.

“Shut up. We don’t need a reason to tie you up.” Huang Mao ordered the others to secure Lin Zhixin tightly and dragged him downstairs.

“Boss, what’s going on? Let’s talk, yeah?” Lin Zhixin sobbed and begged.

Wang Qi sneered. “Talk? You dare trick me? That Alpha beside your sister beat Kang Si so bad his arm’s broken. Forget the money—you’re gonna work off your debt. I’ve got a new place in the district. You’ll help run it.”

“No—please, Boss, I can come up with something! I’ll go back to my hometown tomorrow, beg my parents—they love me—I’ll get them to sell the house and pay you back! Just give me one more chance!”

Wang Qi smirked coldly. “Now you want to talk? Too late. I’ve never been humiliated like this by a damn woman. Take him. Break him in at the new shop.”

He gave a subtle nod to his men. Huang Mao and a tall man understood immediately, dragging Lin Zhixin to a van. His screams echoed until Huang Mao shoved a rag into his mouth.