A Max-Level Film Queen Takes on the Scumbag Alpha Script [Transmigration] - Chapter 38

One hand leading Yan Shu and the other carrying the cat carrier, Jiang Baihe brought her to the dining area.

She had lit romantic candles around the table, and while the rest of the room remained dark, a few small yellow lamps were left on to build the ambiance. The table was set with a variety of Western delicacies: pre-prepared sirloin steaks, cheese lobster, baby leaf salad, and curled pasta. Even the post-meal refreshments—crisp fruit and ice cream desserts—exuded an inviting aroma.

With color, aroma, and taste all present, it was enough to make anyone’s mouth water.

Jiang Baihe had spent several hours arranging this meal and the surrounding decor. She had gone to great lengths to make it look beautiful, hoping to create wonderful memories for the two of them. All that effort felt richly rewarded the moment she saw the look of pleasant surprise on Yan Shu’s face.

She led Yan Shu to her seat, thought for a moment, and decided not to let the cats out just yet. She wanted them to enjoy a proper meal first before settling the two little ones.

“You…” Yan Shu’s red lips parted, but her voice came out slightly raspy. She turned her head, cleared her throat, and asked, “How did you come back so suddenly?”

“Today is Christmas Eve, and tomorrow is Christmas. I wanted to come back and spend the holiday with you.”

“But I haven’t made Western food in a long time.” Jiang Baihe felt a bit nervous. Although she had experience, it had indeed been a while since she’d been in the kitchen; she wasn’t sure if her skills had declined. She looked at Yan Shu across the table. “Want to try it?”

“Mm, it’s delicious.” The food was delicious, and she was… very happy.

The empty, hollow feeling she had in the car was swept away. In its place was a warm sensation she couldn’t describe in words, yet it made her feel comfortable all over.

The two chatted as they ate, enjoying a leisurely dinner. Afterward, they turned on the main lights and began to clear the table. Jiang Baihe had intended to clean up herself, but to her surprise, Yan Shu rolled up her sleeves and joined in.

Smiling sweetly, Jiang Baihe nudged Yan Shu with her elbow. Neither spoke, yet an affectionate, lingering atmosphere naturally spread between them. The kitchen was equipped with a smart dishwasher, so cleaning wasn’t complicated. Soon, they stepped out of the dining room.

Only then did Jiang Baihe find the time to check on the kittens she had rescued. She opened the carrier and let the two cats out. Yan Shu squatted beside Jiang Baihe and said softly, “They’ve had all their necessary vaccinations, and they’ve been through a full set of grooming and behavioral training… mhm.”

“Kitty-cat.” Jiang Baihe reached out a finger to tease the cats.

The larger one seemed to recognize its savior; as soon as it was released from the bag, it meowed affectionately and ran over to rub against Jiang Baihe’s finger. The tiny kitten, under formal medical care, had already opened its eyes and was sniffing around cautiously, seemingly familiarizing itself with Jiang Baihe and the scent of its new home.

“Little President Yan, have you thought about what to name them?”

Yan Shu froze slightly. “I wanted to wait until you came back to decide together.”

“Hmm… then the big one will take my surname and be called Bai Bai, and the little one will take yours and be called An An.”

Bai Bai made sense—likely from Jiang Baihe’s “Bai” (White)—but where did An An come from? Yan Shu thought this, and she asked as much.

“Look, your surname is ‘Yan.’ If you deconstruct the character, part of it means ‘Peace’ (An). So, she’s An An.”

Yan Shu hadn’t expected Jiang Baihe to come up with such a reason. She paused. “We could call it Yan Yan.”

To her surprise, Jiang Baihe immediately countered, “No, that won’t do.”

Yan Shu: “?”

“An An is a cat, but Yan Yan…” Jiang Baihe gently tugged at Yan Shu’s sleeve. The two squatted on the floor, locking eyes. Under the bright lights, Yan Shu could see the brilliant radiance shimmering in Jiang Baihe’s eyes, as if they contained a whole galaxy.

She heard Jiang Baihe speak softly.

“Yan Yan is my… Little President Yan.”

Ever since she heard Gu Qinyan call Yan Shu “Little Shu” at the banquet, Jiang Baihe had been pondering how she could call Yan Shu something more intimate. She usually used “Little President Yan” when others were around, but she wanted a unique name for when they were alone. Compared to “Little Yan” or “Little Shu,” “Yan Yan” seemed much more affectionate.

The name had lingered on her tongue for several months. Finally, she chose to say it today.

“Yan Yan, let me call you that, okay?” Jiang Baihe took Yan Shu’s wrist and acted spoiled, blinking her eyes with a look that suggested she’d keep pestering until Yan Shu agreed.

From the moment Jiang Baihe uttered that intimate nickname, a crimson flush surged up Yan Shu’s earlobes and gradually spread toward her cheeks. She turned her head away in embarrassment, not daring to look at Jiang Baihe, and mumbled, “…Fine.”

Hearing the reply, Jiang Baihe’s eyes curved into crescents. She moved her hand down and gradually took Yan Shu’s hand. Yan Shu recalled the soft kiss Jiang Baihe had placed on the back of her hand at the door earlier and couldn’t help but tremble.

Jiang Baihe stared at her as if she could never see enough. She smiled happily, the syllables of the name rolling over her lips before she spoke with a lingering, tender breath:

“Yan Yan.”

“I missed you so much.”

Jiang Baihe returned to her bedroom. She had flirted a bit too much and was eventually “driven back” to her room by the embarrassed Yan Shu.

She couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. Thinking of Yan Shu’s shy reaction earlier brought a wave of warmth to her heart. Her busy day hadn’t been without reward; progressing from “Little President Yan” to “Yan Yan” was a huge step forward.

Relaxed, Jiang Baihe took a beautiful bath to wash away her fatigue. Since she didn’t plan on seeing anyone else and the room was heated, she put on warm pajamas. Patting her half-dry hair, she walked into the bedroom in her slippers.

She hadn’t been lying on her beanbag for long when she heard a knock on the door. Jiang Baihe blinked in surprise, not expecting Yan Shu to come looking for her. Joy rose to her brow as she skipped to the door to open it.

Yan Shu stood outside, appearing as though she had also just finished washing up. There was a trace of hesitation on her face. Jiang Baihe had been cheerful, but seeing Yan Shu’s expression, she reined in her emotions.

“Yan Yan, is something the matter?”

Hearing the name, Yan Shu’s eyelashes fluttered as she struggled to adapt, but Jiang Baihe was clearly addicted to calling her that, so she let it be.

“I mentioned before that I had something to tell you when you returned.” Yan Shu had hesitated in her room for a long time, considering whether she should reveal the results of their medical report today. Ultimately, choosing “short pain over long pain,” she had come to knock on the door.

“Okay. Shall we go to your room?”

Technically, the living room would have sufficed, but Jiang Baihe specifically suggested this to see if she could get a bit closer to Yan Shu. Yan Shu thought for a moment; since the documents were in her room, she agreed without much thought. “Mhm.”

The layout of Yan Shu’s room wasn’t much different from Jiang Baihe’s, except that while Jiang Baihe’s room was “ordered chaos,” Yan Shu’s was meticulously neat. The moment Jiang Baihe stepped in, she felt a brief sense of daze, as if she had been transported to the top floor of the Sihai Building, into Yan Shu’s private executive office.

She marveled at it but didn’t dare peer around without permission—that would be frivolous. While Jiang Baihe usually didn’t care, she wanted to maintain a good image in front of Yan Shu. She followed Yan Shu into the attached study.

She watched with a solemn face as Yan Shu took a kraft paper envelope from a drawer, wondering what kind of major event could make Yan Shu so nervous. As the examination reports were spread out before her, Yan Shu recalled how Ai Ya had explained them to her and followed suit, explaining them to Jiang Baihe.

Even after some time, seeing the report with “100% Compatibility” still felt miraculous and unbelievable. Yan Shu looked at Jiang Baihe nervously, searching her face for her reaction. Would she be angry? Furious? Skeptical? Incredulous?

…None of the above.

Yan Shu was surprised to find that the look on Jiang Baihe’s face wasn’t as grim as she had imagined. If she had to describe it, it was a look of sudden realization.

“So, does this mean I can only mark you in the future?” Jiang Baihe flipped through the pages and asked with some uncertainty.

“As of now, yes.” Yan Shu lowered her eyes. “If you don’t—”

“Then there’s a way to cure your illness!”

Yan Shu had been about to say that if Jiang Baihe didn’t believe it, they could have Ai Ya run more tests. But before she could finish, Jiang Baihe interrupted with a voice full of joy. Yan Shu lifted her eyes in surprise.

Jiang Baihe, focused on the report, didn’t notice Yan Shu’s inner turmoil. She was thinking about what Ai Ya had told her earlier—that the condition hadn’t worsened and might even improve. It was all because her compatibility with Yan Shu was 100%.

That’s 100%… Even if Jiang Baihe wasn’t a native of this ABO world, she could imagine how “defying the heavens” that number was.

In fact, she had a slight suspicion as to why her compatibility with Yan Shu was 100% while her compatibility with everyone else was zero. It was likely because Yan Shu was the “protagonist” of this world, and as someone who transmigrated into the book, she was naturally bound to the main character.

As for the inability to mark other people… Jiang Baihe had never liked the physiological mechanism that allowed an Alpha to mark multiple Omegas anyway. Besides, in this world, Yan Shu was the only one she had feelings for; she didn’t care about any other Omegas. Therefore, the fact that that mechanism no longer worked for her was completely inconsequential. It even provided an extra guarantee for her future image as a faithful partner.

She looked at Yan Shu with joy, wanting to discuss the follow-up treatment, but found Yan Shu looking at her with a complex expression. She was confused. “What is it?”

“Are you… not unhappy?”

Usually, an Alpha would be unhappy for a long time if they learned of such a situation, right? After all, it meant that regardless of whether they accepted it or not, they were bound to one person for life, and the power of decision had shifted to the Omega. To Alphas, who naturally seek autonomy, this had a bit of a “forced” connotation.

Yet Jiang Baihe looked as if she were perfectly content.

“But I have nothing to be unhappy about.” Jiang Baihe didn’t quite understand Yan Shu’s worry. Instead, she said with some mock horror, “Wait, Yan Yan… you’re not thinking of abandoning me, are you?”

Since she couldn’t be with any other Omega, her life would indeed be quite “dangerous” if Yan Shu heartlessly cast her aside. Of course, she knew Yan Shu wouldn’t do that. Teasing Yan Shu was simply one of the great joys of her life.

As an actress, Jiang Baihe handled her expressions perfectly. Yan Shu was left speechless and could only stammer, “I… I will take responsibility for you.”

“Mhm, that’s good.” Jiang Baihe nodded with satisfaction. Before Yan Shu could react, she had already established the conclusion. Seeing this major issue resolved so easily, Yan Shu felt a bit amused. She had been worried for so long, yet Jiang Baihe took this attitude.

With the matter settled, they discussed the follow-up treatment plans briefly before Yan Shu saw Jiang Baihe to the door. Their rooms were only a few steps apart. Yan Shu was about to close the door when she saw Jiang Baihe lightly block it.

Yan Shu was confused. “What is it?”

“Yan Yan.”

Midnight arrived quietly. Christmas Eve passed, and Christmas Day followed. Somewhere, a Santa Claus on a reindeer was delivering gifts to well-behaved children. Jiang Baihe didn’t have Santa’s red suit, but she wanted to give Yan Shu a small gift.

Jiang Baihe leaned in close to Yan Shu. Yan Shu’s fingers tightened on the doorknob; she lowered her eyes slightly but did not dodge. A warm touch landed on her forehead. It felt like a deity bestowing a reward upon a loyal follower.

Everything around them became a blur, like a dream. She saw the person before her wearing a gentle smile. She heard Jiang Baihe say to her:

“Merry Christmas, Yan Yan.”

I am giving myself to you as a gift. I wish that every Christmas, I will be here with you.