When the Scumbag A Got the Dog-Licking Script - Chapter 34

Pei Daowan glanced at the Hangover Soup—an apple and hawthorn brew. It looked promising, free of the fruit pulp and sediment that often formed after prolonged simmering.

She had never actually tried Hangover Soup before. In the past, she would simply sleep off her hangovers and go straight to work. This was the first time someone had ever made it for her.

“Have some soup first. I’ll go make you some steamed egg custard. You’ve been asleep for most of the day, so you must be hungry. Have a little something to tide you over, and we can have a proper dinner later, okay?”

Yu Jinzhao’s voice was gentle, her tone both doting and soothing, leaving Pei Daowan with no reason to refuse.

Pei Daowan nodded slightly in tacit agreement, waiting until Yu Jinzhao had left the room before picking up the Hangover Soup from the bedside table.

The apples were diced into perfectly uniform cubes, and the hawthorns had been meticulously pitted and peeled.

The soup was at just the right temperature. It started with a tartness that gradually mellowed into a sweet aftertaste. Pei Daowan drank it slowly, savoring each sip and finishing every last piece of fruit.

Pei Daowan opened her phone and briefly reviewed her work for the day. She had already told Liu Qingyi last night that she wouldn’t be going to the office today, so he simply reported on the project’s progress.

She had planned to take Yu Jinzhao to the doctor today, but after what happened last night, she wouldn’t be able to go tomorrow either. Still feeling weak and with a sore back, she wouldn’t be able to take her until the day after at the earliest.

As Pei Daowan drifted into thought, Yu Jinzhao knocked and entered the room.

“The steamed egg custard is ready! Eat it while it’s hot. And what would you like for dinner tonight?”

Pei Daowan was momentarily speechless. She had just finished the Hangover Soup, and now she was being offered egg custard, with dinner still to come. Was Yu Jinzhao trying to fatten her up like a pig?

Her tone turned sharp. “You decide. I don’t want egg custard. I just want to sleep.”

Pei Daowan’s childish side had surfaced. She didn’t know why, but she felt like teasing Yu Jinzhao.

Yu Jinzhao’s voice became almost squeaky, her words dripping with sweetness. “Come on, sweetie~ Just a little bit? Eat a little and then sleep. Otherwise, you might get low bl00d sugar.”

Pei Daowan huffed, grudgingly agreeing, her expression a mix of haughtiness and affection. She bossed Yu Jinzhao around without a hint of politeness.

“Then I want squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, Longjing shrimp, almond tofu, and lotus root stir-fry,” Pei Daowan said.

None of these dishes were simple; each required considerable effort to prepare. Yet Yu Jinzhao showed no hint of annoyance or impatience, smiling warmly as she readily agreed.

“Finish your steamed egg custard before you go to sleep. I’ll watch you eat it, take the bowl downstairs, and call you when dinner’s ready.”

Pei Daowan nodded. Yu Jinzhao was remarkably agreeable at this moment, giving her the impression that nothing she said or did would be refused.

With no ingredients at home, Yu Jinzhao decided to go downstairs to buy groceries. She skipped down the street, humming a tune, until she reached the supermarket entrance.

As she stood in the checkout line with all her groceries, a stranger bumped into her from behind.

“Oh, look who it is! Sister Yu! First time seeing you at the supermarket. Marriage really changes people, huh? Turned into a henpecked husband now? You never replied to my messages asking you to come out for drinks.”

Yu Jinzhao turned to face the man. His hair was dyed in garish colors, and his clothes jingled with gaudy accessories—perfectly fitting her stereotype of a second-rate playboy from a wealthy family.

She vaguely remembered him from a corner of her phone, as if he had messaged the original owner the day after she transmigrated. But since she neither knew him nor cared, she naturally hadn’t replied.

Yu Jinzhao had no intention of criticizing anyone’s appearance, but she genuinely disliked this man’s aura—it felt somewhat sinister.

Her tone was cool, her voice flat and emotionless: “I’ve been busy lately. No time.”

It was clear she wanted nothing to do with him.

Seeing Yu Jinzhao’s coldness, Deng Cheng assumed she was still angry about their past. He chuckled and explained, “Hey! You’re being unreasonable. We’re friends, right? What does Pei Daowan matter? What, does she control you now? Didn’t we agree that after you’re done playing around with marriage, you’d let me have my turn?”

Yu Jinzhao’s expression instantly turned fierce. Her pupils locked onto Deng Cheng, her jaw tightened, and her lips pressed into a thin line. Her breathing became shallow and heavy.

Seeing Yu Jinzhao’s lowered brows, narrowed eyes, and a gaze as sharp as a knife, Deng Cheng startled. What was wrong with her?

“Hey, what’s wrong with you? If you didn’t want to give it to me, just say so! We’re practically brothers, right? Why are you giving me that look? Didn’t we agree that Omegas are like clothes—disposable? We’re family!”

Yu Jinzhao, her face expressionless, gripped Deng Cheng’s arm, which was draped over her shoulder, with deliberate force. She clamped down on his wrist, making him yelp in pain.

Her eyes narrowed coldly. “If I ever hear you say something like that again, I’ll tear your mouth apart.”

“Get lost!”

Deng Cheng jumped back in shock, finding Yu Jinzhao’s reaction completely irrational. Overwhelmed by her menacing aura, he swallowed his retort and retreated, muttering insults under his breath as he left.

Yu Jinzhao nearly dragged him back for a beating. Calming herself, her expression darkened. How many trashy people did the original owner know?

In the month since she’d arrived in this world, Yu Jinzhao had received countless messages. Drinks and meals were trivial; many invitations involved gambling, drugs, and other illicit activities. To avoid trouble, she ignored them all, but hadn’t deleted the contacts.

Now, Yu Jinzhao considered changing her phone number. She needed to completely sever ties with the original owner’s former associates. Even if it raised suspicions, so what? They couldn’t force her to take a paternity test.

On the way home, Yu Jinzhao remained in low spirits. The man’s blatant disrespect for Pei Daowan made it clear that the original owner had never valued his wife, treating her more like a status symbol to flaunt.

Spitting out a curse, Yu Jinzhao immediately pulled out her phone and, relying on her memory, found the man she had encountered at the supermarket earlier—Deng Cheng, wasn’t it?

Good, I’ve got him. Since she was now a second-generation playboy, why not exploit this privileged position? After sending a text message to someone, she deleted Deng Cheng’s contact.

It wasn’t until she reached the entrance of her apartment building and saw someone selling flowers that Yu Jinzhao’s mood inexplicably lifted.

Her innate romantic streak surfaced, and she thought, I should buy a bouquet to complement tonight’s dinner.

Yu Jinzhao carefully selected stems, guessing Pei Daowan’s preferences as she arranged a large bouquet. She gently inhaled the faint floral fragrance—delicate, not cloyingly strong—perfect.

Returning home early, Yu Jinzhao found Pei Daowan still asleep. She began preparing the things they would need for the evening.

When Pei Daowan woke up, she glanced at the time—just past five, not yet six. Occasional sounds drifted up from downstairs, where Yu Jinzhao was moving around, though she couldn’t tell what she was doing.

Her body felt clean and refreshed. Yu Jinzhao must have bathed her after last night’s encounter, even changing her underwear, pajamas, and the bedsheets.

The warm water stung slightly against her skin. Pei Daowan half-closed her eyes, letting her mind drift as she leaned back against the bathtub, her thoughts heavy.

Her fingers traced the lingering redness caused by the friction and stimulation. Pei Daowan frowned slightly, bending one leg and lifting its slender, pale curve above the water.

She casually scooped up a handful of water and splashed it over her leg, letting the stream follow the curve down to her inner thigh. Pei Daowan couldn’t quite define the feeling washing over her.

A sense of emptiness mingled with loneliness, yet there was also a lingering satisfaction, as if she had tasted something forbidden and now craved more. Her physical needs seemed temporarily sated, but the psychological void had only deepened, leaving Pei Daowan feeling adrift.

She had never experienced anything like this before, neither in her past life nor in this one. During her heat cycles, she had always relied on suppressants for relief. It wasn’t that she was a prude; she simply found Alphas inherently repulsive.

Having no desire to be near Alphas and no one she liked, Pei Daowan had relied on suppressants to get through her heat cycles for years. Last night’s experience had truly opened the door to a new world for her.

Using the water’s flow as a guide, Pei Daowan tentatively began to…

Hiss~

Perhaps because she had just experienced… last night and hadn’t fully recovered yet, even this gentle… felt somewhat difficult…

Her face flushed crimson from the steam, but her eyes remained clear and cold. No one would ever suspect she was currently satisfying herself.

A struggle between shame and desire raged within Pei Daowan. She could feel the inner… Just a little more, and she could find relief…

But she suddenly stopped, expressionlessly turned off the faucet, dried herself, and put on the pajamas Yu Jinzhao had changed her into last night before heading downstairs.

In that moment, she realized that without Yu Jinzhao, everything felt utterly meaningless, so there was no point in continuing.

As Pei Daowan descended the stairs, she saw Yu Jinzhao arranging a large, vibrant bouquet of flowers. Yu Jinzhao carefully adjusted the arrangement, glancing left and right before placing it in the most prominent spot on the dining table—a spot visible the moment someone rounded the corner from the stairs.

As if sensing her presence, Yu Jinzhao looked up. Pei Daowan was standing at the corner of the staircase, gazing down at her—the very spot where she greeted Pei Daowan every morning.

Too far away to discern her expression, Yu Jinzhao simply carried the massive bouquet upstairs.

“Pei Daowan, look! Isn’t it beautiful?”

Yu Jinzhao held the bouquet out to her, a vibrant mix of tulips, orange champagne roses, daisies, and other flowers Pei Daowan couldn’t name.

The colors were vivid, yet not garish. Pei Daowan had always disliked overly bright colors and flashy things, finding them too ostentatious and unsuited to her.

But for the first time, she found such vibrancy breathtaking. The dazzling combination of colors created a visual impact far greater than the individual hues could achieve alone.

A thousand words seemed to surge within her, only to condense into a single, heartfelt utterance: “Beautiful!”

At Yu Jinzhao’s words, her smile suddenly overflowed, dazzlingly bright. The perfect curve of her lips revealed the tips of her two canines, her eyelashes fluttering softly, catching the light like scattered gold dust.

Yu Jinzhao’s voice was clear and buoyant: “Would you like me to put it on the dining table?”

Pei Daowan nodded, but instead of letting Yu Jinzhao continue holding the bouquet, she took it and cradled it in her arms.

Seeing how much Pei Daowan genuinely loved the flowers, Yu Jinzhao’s eyes sparkled with delight. “Then sit down for a bit. There’s still a soup simmering—it’ll be ready in just a few minutes.”

Pei Daowan placed the bouquet beside her, where she could see it with a turn of her head and reach it with a stretch of her arm.

The flowers were in full bloom, vibrant and dazzling, bright yet not overly delicate. Pei Daowan had never imagined flowers could be so beautiful.

She wasn’t a romantic person by nature. Most of the time, she was rather dull, with little in her life beyond work that truly captured her interest.

While Yu Jinzhao was busy in the kitchen, Pei Daowan couldn’t help but keep gazing at the bouquet. A faint smile tugged at her lips, and a quiet joy spread through her heart.

The annoyance caused by Yu Jinzhao’s recklessness the previous night vanished completely the moment she saw these flowers.