A Vicious Scum Alpha in a Heartthrob Novel - Chapter 19

Fu Jinghua felt that this had been the most refreshing sleep she’d had in a long time. It was similar to the calm she felt the night after she found out she’d successfully auditioned for Director Liu’s film—a peace so deep she felt as light as the wind, as if pheromones had no hold over her at all.

When Fu Jinghua opened her eyes, she clearly smelled the gentle scent of Brandy in the room. The concentration was high yet not pungent, carrying a hint of sweetness that drifted into every corner with the breeze. It was a scent that went unnoticed if one didn’t pay attention, yet once noticed, it was impossible to escape.

“Are you awake? What would you like to eat? I’ll go make it for you.” A voice came from above. Only then did Fu Jinghua realize her head was still pillowed on the Alpha’s thigh. Her earlobes instantly flushed red; no wonder she felt like she was resting on something so soft.

Xu Qingshui’s tone was incredibly gentle, yet for some reason, it made Fu Jinghua’s nose sting with a sudden, inexplicable surge of emotion. She cast her eyes down, refusing to dwell on the deeper reasons behind it.

Fu Jinghua sat up and asked, “What time is it?” Her heart was a jumble of unknown feelings that made her feel instinctively panicked, which resulted in a tone that wasn’t particularly warm.

Xu Qingshui didn’t mind. She picked up her phone from the table to check the time, while simultaneously massaging her thigh to ensure she wouldn’t lose her balance when she stood up. “It’s three in the afternoon.”

Fu Jinghua’s sharp eyes caught the gesture, and a sudden spark of irritation flared in her heart. After a pause, she asked, “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Xu Qingshui didn’t understand the sudden mood swing, but she answered honestly: “You were sleeping so soundly, and you really seemed exhausted. I figured you should sleep as long as you could.”

Xu Qingshui’s voice was light, soft, and very warm, effectively dousing Fu Jinghua’s rising agitation.

At the same time, Fu Jinghua realized that she had indeed developed a lot of reliance and unfounded expectations due to the pheromones. These were her own emotions; she shouldn’t be taking them out on Xu Qingshui. Sharing your state with others is giving them your weakness.

Fu Jinghua took a deep breath, regaining her usual indifference. “Don’t your legs feel tired? Next time something like this happens, just wake me up. There’s no need to endure it yourself.”

Her words were blunt, almost completely dismissing the kindness Xu Qingshui had shown.

But Xu Qingshui didn’t get angry. She knew Fu Jinghua was under the influence of the rut, and besides, she liked the woman’s face so much it was hard to stay mad at her.

Xu Qingshui gave a vague “Mm” and asked again, “What do you want to eat?”

Fu Jinghua: “…”

Did she even listen to me?

Surprisingly, she didn’t feel angry about being ignored. After a moment of thought, she said, “I want something to drink. Anything is fine.”

“Anything.” The ultimate question of the century.

Xu Qingshui asked, “Yam and chicken soup?”

Fu Jinghua said without thinking, “No.”

Xu Qingshui: “…” She tried again. “How about osmanthus, red date, and white tremella soup?”

Fu Jinghua stayed silent, appearing hesitant.

Xu Qingshui: “Red bean and lotus root vegetarian soup?”

Still silence.

“Radish and pork rib soup?”

“Stewed pear with rock sugar?”

Just as Xu Qingshui was racking her brain, Fu Jinghua finally spoke: “That one will do.”

“The stewed pear?”

Xu Qingshui braked her thoughts immediately. “Alright, I’ll go make it. Just wait a moment.” She walked into the kitchen without a hint of impatience, as if she had total tolerance for Fu Jinghua’s “unreasonable” behavior.

In reality, Xu Qingshui understood: special times require special treatment.

Fu Jinghua watched Xu Qingshui’s back with a deep gaze. She hadn’t expected Xu Qingshui to treat her this way. There was no one else around, and she was vulnerable to the pheromones; Xu Qingshui could have treated her however she wanted without needing to put on an act.

And this wasn’t the first time. During that first heat, Xu Qingshui would rather have self-harmed than mark her on the spot. Since then, the woman had always been gentle. Even if a person can act, they can’t act everywhere, and certainly not this convincingly.

Or perhaps Xu Qingshui has another motive? Is she trying to get something from me?

That didn’t seem right either. If that were the case, she would have mentioned it during the contract negotiation. Instead, she had focused her revisions on trivial matters.

Trivial matters.

Combined with Xu Qingshui’s abnormal behavior, Fu Jinghua began to consider the most “impossible” theory.

Could Xu Qingshui… like me?

Usually, the idea of someone liking her triggered feelings of disgust or loathing in Fu Jinghua. But because this person was Xu Qingshui, she didn’t feel that being liked was an unforgivable offense. Liking someone and wanting to be good to them isn’t a big deal. Besides, Xu Qingshui liking her was actually beneficial to her.

It’s a good thing.

Having convinced herself she understood the reason behind Xu Qingshui’s actions, Fu Jinghua relaxed. She watched the Alpha’s figure in the kitchen. Since she had napped in the afternoon and wasn’t sleepy, she followed Xu Qingshui into the kitchen—she had nothing better to do anyway.

Stewed pear with rock sugar wasn’t difficult to make, and they had the ingredients. Soon, Xu Qingshui had sliced the pears, added the sugar, and started the simmer.

Xu Qingshui had a good posture and long, slender fingers. Watching her slice things so smoothly, Fu Jinghua couldn’t help but stare a few seconds longer.

Looking up and seeing Fu Jinghua still watching her, Xu Qingshui explained, “It’ll be ready soon. No rush.”

Fu Jinghua nodded, a smile touching her lips. “I’m not in a rush.” She paused, then asked, “By the way, is there anything you want?”

Xu Qingshui looked confused. “What?”

Fu Jinghua frowned. “Forget it, never mind.”

It’s just a feeling that she likes me; it’s not confirmed. Even if she does, so what? Do I have to be good to her in return? That would make it look like I like her back.

Fu Jinghua’s moods had been incredibly mercurial lately, and Xu Qingshui was starting to get used to it, so she didn’t press for details. She just gave a calm “Mm,” her attitude remaining steady despite Fu Jinghua’s fluctuations.

The more steady she was, the more mercurial Fu Jinghua felt. Fu Jinghua realized she was being indecisive. She needed to just go for it.

She asked again, “Do you think a Maserati looks good? The new blue one that just came out.”

Xu Qingshui, thinking Fu Jinghua wanted one for herself, said without hesitation, “That one looks quite nice.”

Fu Jinghua’s expression brightened. “As long as it looks good. I’ll buy one for you in a couple of days. You’ve been performing very well lately.” She said it intentionally as a form of encouragement; Xu Qingshui’s behavior had been very satisfying.

Xu Qingshui, who had suddenly and mysteriously acquired a Maserati, said: “…Okay.”

Fu Jinghua asked one more: “Do you think my emotions are stable?”

Xu Qingshui: “…”

“Stable.”

This time, the corners of Fu Jinghua’s mouth turned up. “Mm.”

Xu Qingshui: “…”

Women during the rut… truly terrifying.