Wearing "Scum A" Marks The Crazy And Beautiful Boss - Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Bai Xin had encountered other alphas before—even those who were handsome, well-built, and impressive. But once they got close enough, especially when pheromones came into play, the connection abruptly ended.
It’s true that Bai Xin was in her Omega estrus phase. Normally, an Omega would naturally feel drawn to an alpha after being marked.
Yet, the sensation Cheng Jiqing gave her was on a whole different level.
When Cheng Jiqing touched her, Bai Xin’s body experienced real relief for the first time, like water flowing through blocked channels, easing the congestion and pain.
“The balance between alpha and Omega truly impacts the marking bond,” Tang Jia said.
But Bai Xin was an unusual case. No one in the hospital’s billionaire database came close to matching her.
The highest compatibility rate barely hit 20%.
To be frank, this kind of moderate match was better than using artificial tools.
“So she knows about your double glands…?”
“No, she hasn’t discovered that.”
Bai Xin’s confidence was partly subjective, partly because her second gland was hard to detect, and Cheng Jiqing wasn’t fully clear-headed last night anyway.
“If you want to be certain about the compatibility between Cheng Jiqing and you,” Tang Jia said, “both of you need thorough testing.”
That meant Cheng Jiqing had to undergo tests too.
“Then let’s do it.”
“Cheng Jiqing won’t be easy to convince.”
Her notorious reputation spread widely after forcing Qin Yufu and Bai Xin’s divorce.
Bai Xin: “Let’s just try.”
Since she and Qin Yufu agreed to divorce, Bai Xin had met Cheng Jiqing only twice. He was as arrogant and wild as a mad dog, but from yesterday to today, she felt differently.
“I can’t tell, it’s like she has two sides,” Bai Xin remarked.
Tang Jia smiled: “Just like you, with two faces.”
They joked, but Tang Jia believed it was true.
Bai Xin was skilled at hiding her thoughts—the most unreadable person Tang Jia had met in 31 years. Her calm exterior could suddenly shift into something chilling and fearsome.
Still, Tang Jia was just a doctor and couldn’t dwell on it.
While pondering, Tang Jia gently touched the other person’s eyes.
Their white sclera and deep black pupils seemed to look right through her.
She smiled slightly: “I need a good excuse to draw bl00d.”
She called the nurse station to fetch Cheng Jiqing.
“I’ll go,” Bai Xin said.
When she had left Cheng Jiqing earlier, Cheng didn’t look well. The nurse calling might not be enough to get her to cooperate.
…
Cheng Jiqing sat in the corridor, one leg crossed over the other, casually flipping through a magazine.
No phone, no distractions—just relaxed.
She was startled when a mechanical female voice announced something from the nurse’s station.
Then suddenly, a familiar argument echoed in her ears, just like that morning…
A phrase she’d dreamed of last night surfaced in her mind: Life-saving advice: stop the villain from spiraling and redeem yourself.
Cheng Jiqing’s thoughts wandered. She’d ignored that dream earlier, but now it felt urgent.
Could that ringing in her ears have been a reminder?
She rubbed her ears, contemplating.
In the novel Savage Backlash, aside from the heroine, Cheng Jiqing was the villain in readers’ eyes.
But the key phrase was the second sentence.
Save the villain, redeem yourself.
Was there a system assigned to her, sending her tasks?
Bai Xin stepped out of Tang Jia’s office.
Cheng Jiqing lowered her head. Her blue-tinged curly hair brushed her collarbone, tucked behind her ears, with a stray lock framing her face.
Her features were sharp, fox-like eyes deep-set, a high nose, exuding the beauty typical of Xinjiang.
This side of her looked elegant, especially with a string of Buddhist beads on her left wrist, adding a subtle allure.
This was the image Bai Xin saw.
But she didn’t like how she kept glancing at Cheng Jiqing today.
Just then, the refined woman looked up from her book and muttered—“system?”
Bai Xin blinked.
Who was she talking to?
Cheng Jiqing got no response, lowered her head, and ignored it.
“Cheng Jiqing.”
A familiar voice called, and she turned.
In this strange world, that voice moved her a little.
Bai Xin looked at her strangely.
“Can you come down?”
Cheng Jiqing: “What’s going on?”
Since waking, this was probably Bai Xin’s kindest tone.
Though asked, Cheng nodded and closed her magazine.
Bai Xin noticed the cover read: Omega Gynecology Guide.
Bai Xin: “…”
Not very serious, really.
…
The office was bright and tidy, filled with natural light.
Tang Jia handed Cheng Jiqing disinfectant, then arranged instruments neatly on the table.
Everything, except a blue pen, was spotless.
Cheng Jiqing thought Tang Jia might be a bit obsessive-compulsive.
There wasn’t much about Tang Jia in the novel—she was a renowned doctor who treated both Bai Xin and the heroine. She seemed to know Bai Xin’s secret.
“After your first alpha-Omega marking, we recommend a full check-up,” Tang Jia said. “Especially since Miss Bai said you used inducers. They can affect the body in different ways—sometimes eliminated after estrus, sometimes lasting.”
“You need a bl00d test.”
Bai Xin glanced at Cheng Jiqing as Tang Jia paused: “If you’re willing.”
Cheng Jiqing: “Fine.”
Tang Jia: “…”
Willing or not.
The tests were straightforward, all on this floor.
Cheng Jiqing was surprisingly agreeable.
She stayed by Bai Xin when they drew her bl00d.
She thought Tang Jia’s words were just excuses.
Wasn’t Bai Xin just worried Cheng Jiqing was sick or unclean? Could she not tell?
After all, Cheng Jiqing’s reputation wasn’t great.
Perhaps because her original body was a derivative, Bai Xin wasn’t entirely comfortable with her.
Cheng Jiqing recalled the ringing earlier and glanced at those bl00d tubes—Bai Xin’s face paled slightly.
Blackened villain…?
Just a passing thought.
The nurse drawing bl00d laughed: “Miss Bai, your ‘girlfriend’ really adores you—almost glued to you.”
Cheng Jiqing: “I don’t.”
Their eyes met, voices low but firm: “I just like gentleness.”
Not ‘girlfriend,’ thank you.
She held back the last sentence, sensing it might offend.
Bai Xin inwardly sneered—is she rare?
The nurse didn’t mind, smiling like the couple was just having fun.
…
Cheng Jiqing finished tests first and waited outside.
Tang Jia came in, stood next to Bai Xin, and said, “She’s surprisingly cooperative.”
Bai Xin: “Mm.”
Tang Jia asked, “When you confronted her, did she just endure it?”
Bai Xin had been distracted talking about a vase but now found everything strange.
As far as she knew, Cheng Jiqing was nothing like that—never so gentle or compliant.
“Endured,” Bai Xin confirmed.
That’s why she felt Cheng Jiqing this time was different from before.
“I get it,” Tang Jia said with a faint smile. “You meant ‘try it’ literally.”
“Can you manage?”
“First, we check compatibility.”
Tang Jia smiled.
They’d studied drugs to affect the special constitution of SSS-grade Omegas.
No more than 20% of alphas tested matched Bai Xin.
Bai Xin wanted Cheng Jiqing to be the test subject.
If the match was high, maybe they could develop a drug to ease Bai Xin’s symptoms.
But there was only a chance.
Bai Xin didn’t mind—opportunities were opportunities.
Tang Jia thought it a pity; Bai Xin liked Cheng Jiqing’s alpha qualities.
It would be easier if Cheng Jiqing wasn’t who she was, with simpler options available.
“But I still don’t get it. Doesn’t she like Qin Yufu?”
Bai Xin replied calmly, “I don’t know. She just likes him.”
It didn’t conflict with her purpose.
She didn’t care.
All she cared about was how to solve the problems caused by her double glands.
“Aren’t you curious why she talks so well?”
Bai Xin’s lips curled into an expressionless line.
The faint swirl on her cheek paused.
Her voice darkened: “Because she feels guilty.”
She paused.
“She’s not what I thought.”
Yes, she saw guilt on Cheng Jiqing’s face when she helped hide her identity from Cheng Jing.
She had encountered many villains.
But Cheng Jiqing wasn’t truly bad.
When Cheng Jiqing said she didn’t make the inducer, Bai Xin was shaken.
That’s why she decided to give her a chance, bringing her along.
And Cheng Jiqing was unexpectedly cooperative.
There’s truth in the saying: one woman’s guilt and pity for another is beautiful and easy to manipulate.
“Okay, results take three days,” Tang Jia said, adjusting her glasses. “By the way, you have three days left of estrus. Pay attention to the meds.”
“Mm.”
…
Cheng Jiqing and Bai Xin stepped out into the bright sun.
They walked in front of the hospital’s giant glass windows, sunlight casting shadows as they moved.
“Miss Bai, we haven’t finished our morning,” Cheng Jiqing said.
Her fair skin contrasted with her dark clothes; her long skirt flowed gracefully.
Sweat dotted Bai Xin’s nose. Tang Jia had given her a depressant, but the heat still caused occasional discomfort.
There was a commanding presence about her.
Now, it was her moment.
Bai Xin said, “So, you want to say you didn’t give the medicine—that you’re innocent?”
She fought the irritation.
Cheng Jiqing nodded, and her next words, “I’ll prove it,” lingered unspoken.
Bai Xin interrupted: “What evidence?”
Cheng Jiqing fell silent: “How do we contact?”
Bai Xin said nothing but stopped walking.
Cheng Jiqing, confused, also stopped.
Bai Xin, shorter, had to look up slightly to meet Cheng Jiqing’s eyes.
Her gaze was hard to fool.
She confirmed Cheng’s truthfulness or falsehood.
After three seconds, she looked away, sipped her drink, and kept walking.
“Eh.”
Cheng Jiqing, ignored again, grew a bit frustrated.
Bai Xin’s scent of peach blossom wine lingered.
“You can ask Miss Qin,” Bai Xin said.
“?”
“She’ll tell you nicely.”
“?”