Wearing "Scum A" Marks The Crazy And Beautiful Boss - Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Since then, Cheng Jiqing had been on guard. This woman was seriously vindictive.
Back then, she had mistaken Bai Xin for Qin Yufu and hadn’t meant any harm. But fate had it that while everyone else managed to shake off their troubles quickly, she was the only one to get caught up first.
As for Bai Xin saying she preferred gentle women… well, she truly did.
The city in the story, like Cheng Jiqing’s real city, was called Beicheng. But despite the shared name, everything else—the streets, signs, hospitals, people—was completely different.
The sensation was strange. With Bai Xin resisting her at every turn, Cheng Jiqing’s emotional state was far less stable than before.
By the time she shouted ‘e’ at Bai Xin, she was already halfway through her patience.
And when Bai Xin asked for a bl00d draw, it was clear things wouldn’t go smoothly. If Bai Xin said she would change her expression, then she meant it.
Cheng Jiqing watched Bai Xin walk ahead alone.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself.
She could do this.
She was fine.
Cheng Jiqing wasn’t here to make friends with Bai Xin—she was here to negotiate with someone who had threatened her life.
Peace, that was the goal.
Once this was over…
Love would come later.
Cheng Jiqing lifted her smooth jaw, standing tall and casual. Even if her relatives didn’t recognize her, she still held a captivating beauty.
Many around them, regardless of who they were, couldn’t help but be drawn in by her eyes.
Bai Xin stepped outside carrying a closed paper bag. She had just come from Tang Jia but Cheng Jiqing didn’t know what was inside.
Adhering to a principle of friendly development, Cheng Jiqing said, “I’ll give it to you.”
Bai Xin glanced at her, her eyes seeming to want to say something.
Cheng Jiqing raised an eyebrow—was Bai Xin thinking she seemed a bit cold? Or that her attitude was off just now?
A thought hit her—she was rhyming.
Bai Xin paused briefly, studying Cheng Jiqing’s graceful brows, but didn’t speak.
The two began walking again.
From Cheng Jiqing’s point of view, Bai Xin accepted the gift.
But soon Cheng Jiqing realized what Bai Xin really wanted to say: it was awkward because Cheng Jiqing had already called a driver for her earlier—and at that moment, Bai Xin had neither phone nor money.
Cheng Jiqing was speechless.
Those words “I’ll give it to you” felt like a slap in the face.
“I’ll get someone to pick it up.”
“No thanks.”
Bai Xin moved faster, flagging down a taxi.
Cheng Jiqing considered sending Bai Xin home herself first, though it would be embarrassing for her to pay. But there was no other choice.
The taxi pulled up, and as Bai Xin got in, Cheng Jiqing was about to follow.
But before she could touch the door handle, it slammed shut.
Cheng Jiqing was left confused.
Bai Xin didn’t say anything to the driver through the window. The taxi sped away.
Cheng Jiqing stood outside the hospital, exposed to the blazing sun and hot wind, feeling a chill inside.
This villainous woman was pushing it.
Despite the daily battles, her heart hadn’t softened one bit. Bai Xin had smashed a vase over her head that morning and nearly stabbed her with a signing pen.
Wasn’t the dream supposed to stop this villainy?
She wanted to ask if anyone could ever really stop turning dark.
…
This time, Bai Xin wasn’t targeting Cheng Jiqing.
Her intention to gather evidence was put aside for now. Once the results came in three days later, she might still use Bai Xin.
If she hadn’t almost hugged Cheng Jiqing in a sudden moment of weakness, she wouldn’t have left.
After marking, Omegas feel a closeness to alpha pheromones that brings comfort during estrus.
Her body was unique, and her thoughts about Cheng Jiqing ran deeper than she admitted.
In fact, she needed Cheng Jiqing more than she realized.
But now, she couldn’t let Cheng Jiqing see that.
It would make her position too vulnerable.
Bai Xin shrank into herself, leaning against the car window. Sweat soaked the neckline of her black skirt, tracing delicate patterns like lace.
Her knees pressed tightly together, as if all her patience was held there.
Clutching the paper bag, she told the driver, “Please drive faster.”
…
Cheng Jiqing didn’t know why Bai Xin was in such a hurry. She stood alone in the hot wind, speechless.
She needed somewhere quiet too.
Memories flickered—real estate listings, a familiar place…
Suddenly, a mature woman’s voice called from behind.
“Miss.”
Cheng Jiqing turned. The woman had short, neat hair and wore a shirt and trousers. Memories flashed—this was the original alpha bodyguard.
A military-type, strong but recently replaced.
She couldn’t recall his name.
Cheng Jiqing asked, “When did you get here?”
“Always been here,” the woman answered flatly.
“Tracking?”
“Protecting.”
The bodyguard replied evenly.
That made sense.
Cheng Jiqing had no stable home, enjoyed food and fun, and had offended many by money, so she’d been assigned a bodyguard.
But it didn’t matter now; she expected the guard to watch both her and Bai Xin.
She pushed her thoughts aside.
“What about the car?”
She hadn’t slept much last night and after today’s mental strain, she was dizzy. All she wanted now was rest.
One more thing…
After getting in the car, Cheng Jiqing asked, “Did you find my phone?”
Not expecting much, she still asked.
To her surprise, the bodyguard handed her a paper bag from the front seat.
“Here.”
Cheng Jiqing’s eyes lit up as she took out two phones.
One was definitely Bai Xin’s—the lock screen showed a fresh, beautiful lily.
The book said Bai Xin loved lilies, especially on rainy days or when down, often buying bunches to place in windows.
Cheng Jiqing stared at the flower and could almost remember its scent—cold and lonely, but born to temperate, sunny places.
She wondered if Bai Xin was truly as cold and hard as she seemed.
But the thought was fleeting. Cheng Jiqing’s judgment was harsh.
Zhang Wuji was right: beautiful women could be poisonous.
She reminded herself not to be fooled by appearances.
After confirming, “Whose other phone is this?”
“Confirmed, it’s Bai Xin’s.”
Cheng Jiqing nodded but couldn’t unlock it, so she put Bai Xin’s phone aside and unlocked her own.
Her phone’s lock screen was a sexy, unrestrained photo of herself, making her blush.
Face recognition worked.
She figured the phones might hold clues.
She checked WeChat first—several unread messages appeared, including one group chat called ‘Love Family.’
Her instincts told her this group was complicated.
Before she could dismiss it, a message popped up from Zeng Lu:
“Mr. Xiao Cheng, how was your first time? Did it feel good?”
Cheng Jiqing’s mind briefly wandered—she quickly pushed away the thought and scrolled with a cold expression, wondering what to look up next.
Zeng Lu was a B-level Omega and one of her old friends.
The book portrayed Zeng Lu as annoying, always stirring up trouble for the original body or those around her. She was sinister in her own way.
Zeng Lu often used provocative language, trying to tempt the original body.
Cheng Jiqing barely remembered much but knew Zeng Lu had a crucial role in her past.
No wonder Cheng Jiqing’s morning mood had wanted to strangle an Omega related to her.
Cheng Jiqing replied: “Have you never tried it?”
After a pause, Zeng Lu responded:
“Haha, I’m just asking how it went! Not easy to get, took me a lot of work for you.”
“How about it? Or am I good enough?”
Cheng Jiqing had been in entertainment too long not to keep chatting with strangers without a filter. She didn’t ask about the medicine directly, letting Zeng Lu reveal herself, but Zeng Lu was cautious.
Zeng Lu said: “You’re just suffocated by your sister’s care. You should have some fun. I’ll take you to a special play next week.”
It was clear the original body was reckless and friendly, which tied into Cheng Jiqing’s situation.
No wonder Cheng Jiqing wanted to strangle the Omega this morning.
She looked through the messages; Zeng Lu seemed to be the one who gave her something, and it wasn’t simple.
Cheng Jiqing texted: “If my sister finds out you gave it to me, you’re done.”
Zeng Lu replied: “Then do you want to do it with me before I die?”
Cheng Jiqing was speechless.
Sick to the core.
She thought a moment, then said: “I want more of that.”
Zeng Lu promised: “If you do it with me, I’ll tell you the channel.”
Cheng Jiqing: “Go do it with the channel yourself.”
She didn’t want to talk anymore.
Browsing their chat, Cheng Jiqing saw many videos, voice notes, and censored photos involving the original body.
Almost every now and then, Zeng Lu brought up the original body’s matters.
From Cheng Jiqing’s outside perspective, it was easy to see the manipulations.
Their exchanges faltered more and more.
By yesterday:
Cheng Jiqing: “Is what you gave me really useful?”
Zeng Lu: “Of course, want some baby?”
Cheng Jiqing: “Want.”
Zeng Lu: “Beauty Mansion, come find me.”
A chill ran down Cheng Jiqing’s spine. This was a real problem. The thing was tied to her original self, and Bai Xin still saw her as dirty.
Now she held a difficult script.
But Cheng Jiqing was convinced Bai Xin’s medicine wasn’t the original.
At first, she only loved Qin Yufu and had no interest in Bai Xin’s alpha.
By the time she arrived, Bai Xin was already restrained, meaning a third party was involved.
Cheng Jiqing typed:
“How did it feel sleeping with Qin Yufu last night?”
“The two doses I gave you were easy to get. No feedback needed, right?”
Zeng Lu’s last message jumped out.
Those two sentences made her realize Zeng Lu was the prime suspect for knowing about Qin Yufu’s medicine.
Zeng Lu was unlikely to have betrayed Bai Xin.
Most leaks came from her.
She’d have to meet Zeng Lu.
Her eyes lingered on Zeng Lu’s hair in the Beauty Mansion—the woman’s domain.
The case was moving forward, and Cheng Jiqing felt some relief.
Outside, the sky was blue and clear. She had never seen night here but imagined the stars must be beautiful.
The four worlds made her think of “The Shawshank Redemption.” Any place you dislike but can’t leave, any life you hate but can’t escape—is a prison.
She wanted everything to turn out well, hoping the city wouldn’t become her prison.
Picking up Bai Xin’s phone, she looked up.
“Check Bai Xin’s residence.”
The bodyguard replied, “Nearby.”
“Have you checked?”
“She sent something.”
“What?”
“A horror doll.”
Cheng Jiqing sighed.
As a derivative character, that kind of thing felt humiliating.
Bai Xin had looked at her like a fool then.
Cheng Jiqing yawned.
“Find the closest courier station—the fastest delivery point.”
She could have delivered Bai Xin’s phone herself, but after being tricked ten minutes ago, she wasn’t eager to.
Where was her pride?
…
Nanyang City.
The taxi stopped downstairs.
Bai Xin stepped out, walking as if on clouds. The hot light made her dizzy.
She’d never felt like this before—failure barely two hours after taking the inhibitor during estrus.
Tang Jia warned the inducer might cause lasting effects in Omegas.
They might even grow dependent on alphas after marking, leading to anxiety.
Bai Xin’s forehead was dripping with sweat.
Both possibilities seemed confirmed.
Before she could move forward, she saw a familiar figure ascending stairs—Bai Xingxing.
Before leaving the villa construction site yesterday, she’d drunk the water Bai Xingxing gave her.
Bai Xingxing looked down on her and now, with this scandal, she was here.
She didn’t want Bai Xingxing to see her like this.
Her legs trembled.
She only had 500 yuan from Tang Jia and the paper bag’s contents.
Her strength was almost gone.
She looked at the waiting taxi and raised her hand to hail it.
Bai Xin gave most of her money to the driver, told him to park and wait, then locked the car.
End scene.
Cheng Jiqing’s car didn’t go to the express station but turned toward the Nanyang intersection.
Nothing else—she was just sleepy and wanted a place to rest.
“Drive faster, I need to sleep.”
Thinking about Bai Xin’s alpha traits, the bodyguard was quiet for a moment.
“Understood.”