Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 6

After wrapping up her tasks at work, Lin Qinghan—worried about her daughter—hurried home after letting someone know she was leaving. The moment she stepped inside, she was greeted by the aroma of a home-cooked meal wafting through the living room. Shen Xian was just placing a dish of cashew shrimp on the table. Seeing Lin Qinghan arrive, she offered a small smile. “Perfect timing. Come eat.”

Back in the kitchen, Shen Xian hesitated for a moment before only scooping two bowls of rice. After everything she had done in the past, she figured Lin Qinghan wouldn’t want to eat with her. It would be best to let mother and daughter eat together in peace.

Carrying the two bowls over, Shen Xian set them down. Shen Tian looked up in confusion when she saw there were only two bowls. “Mommy isn’t eating with us?”

Shen Xian glanced at the little one, then at Lin Qinghan, who showed no expression, and gave Shen Tian a gentle smile. “Mommy still has some things to do, so I’ll skip dinner. You two go ahead.”

A hint of disappointment flickered in Shen Tian’s eyes. She looked from Shen Xian to Lin Qinghan with a hopeful gaze.

Just as Shen Xian reached out to ruffle Shen Tian’s little pigtail and turned to leave, Lin Qinghan looked at the two of them and, while picking at her food, said casually, “If you’re not in a hurry, then stay and eat.

There’s too much here for just me and Tiantian.”

Shen Xian, who had been about to step out the door, instantly brightened with a smile. Though the coldness between them hadn’t completely thawed, she could feel the shift in her daughter’s attitude toward her—and that already meant the world.

“I’m not in a rush. I’ll eat with Tiantian, then head out,” she said, smiling as she returned to the kitchen to fetch herself a bowl of rice before sitting across from Shen Tian.

Tiantian beamed and happily arranged a neat row of shrimp in her bowl before looking at Shen Xian with a sweet smile. “Mommy, I really like the shrimp. It’s yummy.”

“I’m glad you like it! I’ll make it again next time. The chicken wings are yummy too—why don’t you try one?” Shen Xian picked up a piece and placed it in Shen Tian’s bowl. The atmosphere between the pair was unexpectedly warm and harmonious.

Just as she was playing with her daughter, Shen Xian suddenly felt a chilly gaze sweep over her. Turning her head, she met Lin Qinghan’s cold eyes. Despite having faced countless industry tycoons in her past life,

Shen Xian still flinched under that stare. Her hand shook, and she instinctively placed a chicken wing into Lin Qinghan’s bowl with a tentative smile. “You should try one too, Qinghan. The chicken wings turned out pretty tender today.”

Lin Qinghan immediately pushed the chicken wing aside with her chopsticks and glared at Shen Xian. Her voice was sharp and laced with warning. “I don’t like others putting food in my bowl. It’s not hygienic.”

Shen Xian’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly reached out and retrieved the chicken wing, placing it back in her own bowl. “Right, my bad. I didn’t think it through. I’ll eat it myself.”

But she clearly saw Lin Qinghan’s face darken even more after that. Shen Xian’s heart began to pound. With a favorability score still stuck at -130, she felt like she was walking on thin ice. But… wasn’t she just following Lin Qinghan’s own rules? If that wasn’t acceptable, then what was?

Honestly, despite her dominant image from her past life, Shen Xian had no clue what she’d done wrong. She wasn’t used to this kind of emotional minefield—especially not with women.

Best to just keep her head down and eat quietly.

Unfortunately, Shen Tian looked between the two adults with innocent joy. “Tiantian is so happy! I haven’t had both Mama and Mommy eat with me in so long!”

Shen Xian’s heart softened. She reached out and gently said, “I’ll be here more from now on, okay?”

Mouth full of food, Tiantian nodded, her little pigtail bouncing. “Okay. But Mama has to be here too.” She smiled up at Lin Qinghan with pure joy.

Lin Qinghan’s lips twitched in the faintest of smiles, her expression softening briefly—until she turned back to Shen Xian with another hard glare.

Shen Xian froze. What did I do this time?! It was Tiantian who said that—not me! She felt like her nerves were constantly being toyed with. How did one glare from Lin Qinghan have more impact than a room full of corporate sharks?

Thankfully, dinner ended without further incident.

Afterward, Shen Xian jumped up to do the dishes. Lin Qinghan didn’t stop her, but as she stood to tidy the living room, her gaze fell on the fruit platter on the coffee table—neatly arranged with a variety of fresh fruit. “Who bought this for Tiantian?”

Tiantian, still basking in the joy of a shared meal, skipped over and snuggled into Lin Qinghan’s arms. “Mommy bought it! There’s one that looks like a little crescent moon—it’s called mangosteen! I love it.”

Lin Qinghan’s eyes darkened.

So that’s what Shen Xian had been up to these past few days, coming over all the time with food and gifts. What was she trying to pull? Whatever her motives, Lin Qinghan wouldn’t fall for it again.

Opening the fridge, she saw fresh produce and meat—clearly bought recently. There were also many types of fruit. Her eyes narrowed when she spotted the oranges.

Her expression turned stormy.

Still the same old tricks, Shen Xian. Back when Shen Xian used to come begging for money, she’d often release her sweet, citrusy pheromones to overwhelm Lin Qinghan, who had once been fully marked by her.

Her body would weaken against her will. She didn’t want to give in, but she always did—just to get Shen Xian to leave.

Eventually, Lin Qinghan had to spray pheromone blockers in the house every time she knew Shen Xian was coming. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to remove the complete mark—it was just that the procedure cost 30,000 yuan, which she simply didn’t have.

Today, she’d been careless.

Furious, Lin Qinghan grabbed the pheromone blocker from the bedroom and sprayed it all over the house. Only when the strong artificial scent filled the air did she feel remotely at ease. Then she took all the oranges from the fridge and marched into the kitchen.

Shen Xian, still washing dishes with a slight frown from the strong smell in the air, turned around and found Lin Qinghan staring coldly at her from the doorway. She jumped a little.

“What’s going on? What’s that weird smell in the living room?” she asked.

Lin Qinghan’s voice was like ice. “Nothing. Aren’t you used to it? Also—I don’t want to see oranges in my house ever again. Stop playing games. You’re not welcome here. Take your oranges and leave.”

In her peripheral vision, Shen Xian watched the favorability score drop again—now at -140.

She didn’t dare say a word in protest. Taking the oranges, she replied immediately, “Okay, I’ll leave now. Don’t be angry. If it’s my fault, I’ll fix it. Please don’t stress yourself.”

Then she walked out, patting Shen Tian gently on the head. “It’s getting late, sweetie. Mommy will come see you again tomorrow, okay?”

She gave her daughter a soft smile, then turned and met Lin Qinghan’s cold glare with a stiff nod before slipping out the door.

Shen Tian stood at the door for a long time, her small mouth slightly pursed in thought.

Once Shen Xian had gone, Lin Qinghan finally exhaled in relief. Just having that woman nearby made her feel like a tightly wound string. She turned on the exhaust fan, letting it blow out the lingering scent of both the blocker and Shen Xian’s pheromones.

Out on the street, Shen Xian walked away in utter confusion. What did I do wrong this time? She’d spent all night cooking and helping out, and Lin Qinghan’s favorability still dropped? God, I really don’t understand women…

That evening, she got a call from a number she vaguely recognized. When she picked up, a loud, carefree male voice came through the speaker.

“Yo, Sister Xian, it’s A-Qiang. Why haven’t you come by lately? The guys miss you—everyone’s been out of sorts without you around!”

Shen Xian racked her brain and finally remembered the character: Zhao Qiang, a fellow freeloader from the original storyline. Smarter than the original Shen Xian, he knew how to flatter her, always making her pay whenever they went out together.

Mimicking the original Shen Xian’s arrogant tone, she replied lazily, “I’ve been losing money lately, kinda strapped for cash. Why don’t you guys lend me a bit? No interest, of course—we’re friends, right?”

Zhao Qiang immediately switched tones. “Ah, Sister Xian, you know us—we’re broke as hell. Maybe ask someone else?”

She hung up coldly.

These so-called “friends” of the original Shen Xian were scum, every last one of them.

On the other end of the call, Zhao Qiang cursed, “That damn woman still thinks she can borrow money from me? We only hung around her ‘cause she was a big spender. What a joke.”

Another guy chimed in, “She’s no use to us anymore. Would’ve been different if she were an Omega—delicate and sweet. What a waste.”

“Yeah, screw her. Let’s go find someone else to mooch off. Time to reel in another sucker.”

The next day, Shen Xian resumed her routine of doing chores at home before heading to the kindergarten in the afternoon to pick up Shen Tian.

Shen Tian, now more familiar with Shen Xian, ran over with a smile and hugged her thigh tightly.

Shen Xian’s heart melted at the sight. She lifted her up into her arms. “Did you miss Mommy?”

“I did! Tiantian missed Mommy so much,” she replied with a giggle and two adorable dimples.

As the two waited for Lin Qinghan, Shen Xian’s phone rang. It was a call from Lin Qinghan.