Wen Ruxing, an Alpha and major antagonist, called out “darling” in such a sickly-sweet tone that it sent Shi Wei Yue’s heart racing—not with affection, but with a shudder of disgust.
However, since the other party had already made the request, Shi Wei Yue couldn’t outright refuse. She resigned herself and set off.
The Shi family, to which the original owner belonged, was part of V City’s upper class, influential in business circles. As the second daughter of the household, her outings naturally came with a certain level of extravagance. Shi Wei Yue twirled the Lamborghini key around her finger, relieved that she had at least obtained a driver’s license in her previous world.
Unaccustomed to having strangers accompany her on private trips, she had dismissed the chauffeur earlier, instructing him to remain on standby. After opening the door and settling into the driver’s seat, she didn’t start the car immediately. Instead, she inserted the key and connected to Bluetooth.
Moments later, a polite greeting came through. Adjusting the volume, Shi Wei Yue asked nonchalantly,
“What has she been up to today?”
The other end of the line reported Wen Ruxing’s simple itinerary.
Upon hearing that Wen Ruxing had spent a long time chatting with a tall, handsome man, Shi Wei Yue’s absentminded tapping on the steering wheel paused.
“Did you find out who that person is?”
“It’s President Fu of Fuxing Entertainment. Before him, Ye Jialan, a newly signed artist under Fuxing, also went in.”
The moment the words fell, the caller heard Shi Wei Yue suddenly break into violent coughing. After a pause, they quickly offered polite concern:
“Miss Shi, are you alright?”
Shi Wei Yue choked on her own saliva. Before her aloof image could crumble further, she managed a stiff “Mm,” then abruptly hung up.
The original owner’s marriage to Wen Ruxing was merely for appearances, but deep down, she had an intense need for control and peculiar tastes—evident from what she had attempted the day before.
The person on the phone was a private investigator hired by the original owner to monitor Wen Ruxing’s every move. Throughout the day, Shi Wei Yue had been busy sorting out the original owner’s various relationships to avoid slipping up. Seeing that the investigator’s contract was nearing its end, she hadn’t rushed to terminate it. After all, she didn’t know much about Wen Ru Xing, the very person who might one day personally end her life. Gathering more intel was only prudent.
Fu Tingshen and Ye Jialan were the male and female leads of this old-school, melodramatic ABO novel.
Why would Wen Ruxing meet with the leads?
As a transmigrator, Shi Wei Yue only had access to clues from her own perspective. What she knew about Wen Ruxing was limited: she had known the male lead for a long time, practically childhood friends, and as the plot progressed, Wen Ru Xing would develop feelings for her childhood friend Fu Tingshen, then proceed to scheme against the female lead, fulfilling her role as the villainess.
But exactly when Wen Ruxing fell for the male lead remained a mystery in the timeline. Could she already have developed feelings for him now? But then why would she bring the female lead into the conversation?
Shi Wei Yue couldn’t help but let her thoughts spiral.
Unfortunately, before she could figure it out, the car had already arrived at the restaurant’s entrance.
**
Wen Ruxing was still dressed as she had been when she left home—a simple black slip dress paired with a knit cardigan. The understated outfit perfectly accentuated her slender, graceful figure.
She had excellent proportions, with smooth curves. The sharp arc of her deep black eyeliner flicked up slightly, yet it didn’t appear overly fierce. Instead, paired with her small, rosy lips, it gave off a sweet yet edgy vibe. The villain’s wrists were slender, her right hand adorned with a landscape-patterned bracelet. The milky-white jade nearly blended into her equally fair skin, with only the black-gray mist-like beads standing out distinctly.
When such a person leaned against the exquisitely decorated seat, holding a wine glass and looking at her with a faint, ambiguous smile, Shi Wei Yue—who had just been led into the private room by the waiter—felt a sudden pang of trepidation, like a lamb entering a tiger’s den.
Wen Ruxing’s voice was clear and pleasant, carrying a hint of amusement as she nodded gracefully:
“Have a seat. Order whatever you like—it’s my treat today.”
Shi Wei Yue sat down across from her, alarms blaring in her mind, though her expression remained composed. On the way here, she had considered countless reasons why Wen Ruxing might turn against her and had prepared for all of them. Now, faced with this lavish spread of dishes, she found herself with little appetite.
Wen Ruxing had told her to order whatever she wanted, but the amount already on the table far exceeded what two people could eat. Adding more would only be wasteful. From the system’s brief introduction, Shi Wei Yue knew this antagonist was capricious—even the slightest misstep could provoke her.
Naturally, Shi Wei Yue wouldn’t give her any excuse to lash out. If Wen Ruxing wanted to feign peace, she was more than capable of playing along.
“You’ve ordered perfectly—everything here is to my taste,” Shi Wei Yue said, picking up her knife and fork while stealing a sidelong glance. “This is more than enough.”
Wen Ruxing smiled sweetly—so sweetly it sent chills down her spine.
Shi Wei Yue lowered her head and cut into a medium-rare lamb chop. Fortunately, the woman across from her also began eating in silence.
The lamb, coated in black pepper sauce, was tender and flavorful with a mild spicy kick, quickly reigniting Shi Wei Yue’s appetite. She had only eaten a bowl of noodles for lunch, and after becoming an Alpha, her appetite had grown. Before she knew it, she had sampled most of the dishes on the table.
Wen Ruxing truly had a knack for ordering.
The lamb chops were crispy yet tender, the pasta authentic, and the creamy mushroom soup rich and aromatic. Even the side dishes were delicious. The restaurant, with its refined decor and exquisite flavors, lived up to its four-digit per-person price tag. A candlelit dinner with a beauty by her side—Wen Ruxing had a smaller appetite and, despite eating leisurely, finished before her.
After setting down her utensils and wiping her mouth, Wen Ruxing fixed her with an intent gaze. The warm, dim lighting didn’t cast a sallow hue on her skin; instead, it softened her demeanor.
Her long, curled lashes framed naturally beautiful deep hazel eyes—no colored contacts needed. Under the candlelight, her gaze was lively, her smile gentle. With slender fingers propping her chin, she exuded a lazy grace, like a cat waiting to be petted.
But anyone who knew even a little about this woman would realize that mistaking her for a docile kitten would end badly.
After much deliberation, Shi Wei Yue couldn’t sit still any longer and decided to take the initiative.
She called Wen Ruxing’s name first.
Wen Ruxing lifted her eyelids. “Hmm?”
“The drug that day wasn’t my doing. Someone else was deliberately causing trouble—they’ve already been detained.”
The original host had certainly arranged for someone to take the fall if things went south, so Shi Wei Yue naturally followed through and pushed the blame onto the designated scapegoat. Whether Wen Ruxing believed her or not, she made her stance clear first.
“Oh.”
To her surprise, Wen Ruxing’s reaction was eerily calm, as if she didn’t care whether Shi Wei Yue was lying or telling the truth. She didn’t even bother to continue the conversation, leaving Shi Wei Yue slightly unsettled.
“We’re adults. It was consensual—what’s done is done,” Wen Ruxing said after a brief silence, stirring the food on her plate before glancing up at her with a strange look. “What, do you have a problem with it?”
Shi Wei Yue: “…No.”
The meal, which Shi Wei Yue had expected to be a battlefield, passed in unexpected peace. Once they finished eating, Wen Ruxing paid the bill using her iPad. After sipping their post-meal digestifs, they left the restaurant arm in arm, like any ordinary married couple.
Shi Wei Yue tightened her grip on Wen Ruxing’s fingers, but suspicion gnawed at her.
Something’s off. She refused to believe Wen Ruxing genuinely wanted to share a meal with her, much less that last night’s incident could’ve made the villain fall head over heels for her.
The high-end restaurant wasn’t crowded. Under the streetlights, the silhouettes of the two women overlapped, appearing intimate. The sharp click of their heels against the pavement echoed like a hammer pounding against Shi Wei Yue’s chest.
The October night had turned chilly, a stark contrast to the restaurant’s climate-controlled warmth. But when Shi Wei Yue spotted a car parked silently in the distance, a gust of wind sent a cold sweat down her spine.
She’d read enough crime reports to know how many murders were disguised as car accidents. Whether a crash was staged or accidental made all the difference.
Her blood ran cold. So this is Wen Ruxing’s game.
The driver had already pulled the car around. Just as Wen Ruxing moved toward the passenger seat, Shi Wei Yue yanked open the rear door and, with surprising strength, seized her wrist, pulling her inside.
“We’re wives—no need to be so distant.”
Under the driver’s bewildered gaze, Shi Wei Yue clung to Wen Ruxing’s shoulder as if trying to merge with her. She only loosened her grip when reminded to fasten her seatbelt—then promptly buckled Wen Ruxing’s and pulled her close again.
Feeling Wen Ruxing tense as if trying to pull away, Shi Wei Yue grew even more convinced. Mimicking a coy tone, she murmured,
“Darling, I feel a little dizzy.”
Wen Ruxing froze momentarily before stiffly allowing her to lean in. After all, appearances had to be maintained—they couldn’t let rumors of marital strife spread right after their wedding.
The driver, hired by Wen Ruxing, remained silent and professional throughout the ride. Only after dropping them off and watching them walk away did his composed expression crack.
Opening a group chat flooded with 99+ messages, he wasn’t surprised to see household staff gossiping about the couple’s relationship. Reading through, he chuckled and typed:
“Actually, they seem pretty loving.”
Despite rumors of a marriage of convenience, they looked perfectly happy to him. Even he and his wife hadn’t been this clingy during their honeymoon phase. If this counted as a strained relationship, then every couple in the country was faking it.
“I can tell, at the very least, Miss Shi is head over heels for our young mistress.”
People say Miss Shi has a difficult temper, but he figures as long as this Alpha treats her wife well, that’s what matters. Miss Shi is so clingy, and today she even drove here herself, but the young mistress wouldn’t let her drive—isn’t that just her doting on her wife, afraid she might get tired?
Recalling the sweet intimacy between the two wives, the experienced driver couldn’t help but chuckle.
**
Their marital home was a private villa in an affluent neighborhood. This was Shi Wei Yue’s first time “returning home” since transmigrating. It was already late, and she didn’t get a good look at the house’s outline under the streetlights. After entering with her fingerprint password, she headed straight for the bathroom.
There was no time to celebrate having averted a crisis. During the car ride, Shi Wei Yue had keenly sensed that the lie she’d casually told earlier—about feeling dizzy—was now becoming reality in the latter half of the trip!
This dizziness wasn’t the usual carsick kind.
Without turning on the lights, Shi Wei Yue rushed to the sink and splashed her face with cold water. But the icy droplets couldn’t extinguish the boiling heat surging through her veins. A familiar sensation crept up again, making even her breath feel scorching.
Clenching her teeth, Shi Wei Yue heard unhurried footsteps approaching from outside.
A dim nightlight flickered on, casting a soft glow over Wen Ruxing’s striking face. The woman’s delicate brows arched with undisguised glee, practically spelling out “I did this” in bold letters.
“What’s wrong, wifey?”
Before Shi Wei Yue could answer, Wen Ruxing’s warm fingers brushed against her chin. With a teasing hook, her index and middle fingers slipped past parted lips, exploring her mouth with playful flicks.
Her dexterous fingers sent electric jolts through Shi Wei Yue’s nerves, an almost unbearable assault for someone already under the influence of an aphrodisiac. At the same time, Wen Ruxing pressed closer, her body brushing against Shi Wei Yue’s in an indescribable, tantalizing friction.
An Alpha’s body was saturated with pheromones, and Wen Ruxing soon caught the comforting scent of pear blossom wine, her breath hitching slightly. But the next moment, she found herself pinned against the shadows as Shi Wei Yue reversed their positions.
Though burning with feverish desire, Shi Wei Yue stubbornly stuck to her domineering CEO script. Hidden from Wen Ruxing’s sight, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, yet her voice remained defiant:
“Woman, you went to such lengths—does that mean you’re satisfied with my skills?”
“What do you think? But forcing yourself on someone against their will is illegal, you know.” Wen Ruxing’s tone was cool, even amused, as she cooed, “I’m not really in the mood right now, wifey.”