After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Became a Slave to My Beloved Wife - Chapter 32

After that night, Jiang Nian found it hard to believe that Qiao Wenyu felt nothing for her.
If she really didn’t like me, Jiang Nian thought, why would she say my name in her sleep?

That evening after work, Jiang Nian decided she had to see Qiao Wenyu—she wanted to talk, properly, face-to-face.

She drove to the building where Qiao Wenyu’s practice studio was located and parked downstairs to wait. Not long after, Qiao Wenyu came out with her manager. But they didn’t notice Jiang Nian’s car at all. Instead, they got straight into their company van.

Jiang Nian started her engine and quietly followed them.

As she trailed the van through a few intersections, she kept glancing at her rearview mirror—and that’s when she noticed a white sedan was following her.

It wasn’t just coincidence.

Every time they stopped at a red light, that white car was always a few lengths behind. After one light turned green, the white car even tried to overtake her.

Jiang Nian frowned. Something didn’t feel right.

She lightly tapped the brakes, slowing down just enough for the white car to pull ahead. As it passed, she caught a glimpse of the driver.

Was that Tong Yunyao?

A cold chill ran through Jiang Nian. Her gut told her something was wrong.

A few more blocks passed. The white sedan still followed closely behind Qiao Wenyu’s van.

“What is she up to?” Jiang Nian muttered. There was no way Tong Yunyao just happened to follow them this far. She had to be up to something—something dangerous.

Jiang Nian grew alert and stayed closely on their tail.

Tong Yunyao might have realized she was being followed too. After all, a luxury sports car like Jiang Nian’s wasn’t exactly common—and Tong Yunyao wasn’t stupid.

At the next intersection, the white car suddenly accelerated and swerved sharply at the turn, disappearing from view.

Jiang Nian wasn’t about to let her get away.

She turned the wheel and followed.

The streetlights lit up the evening road as the yellow sports car and white sedan sped through turns, weaving in and out of traffic.

It was rush hour, and traffic was thick with both cars and pedestrians. Red lights stretched wait times, and Jiang Nian had to switch lanes several times just to keep up.

She wasn’t exactly a pro driver, but her instincts pushed her forward. Horns blared from all directions as her supercar weaved dangerously through traffic—but she had no time to care.

A few roads later, Tong Yunyao caught the very last blink of a green light and sped through, vanishing from sight.

Jiang Nian couldn’t catch up.

She quickly pulled into the nearest spot and parked, her heart pounding. Tong Yunyao’s behavior had been far too suspicious.

Stepping out of the car, she leaned against the door and called a contact in the police department. She gave them the white car’s license plate number, hoping to trace its movements.

Within ten minutes, she received a message with the car’s latest location and parking footage from a nearby surveillance camera.

It showed Tong Yunyao abandoning the vehicle shortly after losing Jiang Nian, then walking off down a small alley.

Jiang Nian thanked her contact and followed the map to where the car had been left.

It wasn’t far. Just a five-minute drive away.

She made a point to park at a distance and waited behind the white sedan, hoping to catch Tong Yunyao returning.

She waited.

And waited.

Jiang Nian went from standing to squatting. Then, when her legs couldn’t take it anymore, she sat back in her own car to wait.

More than an hour passed. Tong Yunyao never showed.

Still, Jiang Nian didn’t give up. She stayed there through the night, exhausted but determined.

It felt like Tong Yunyao knew she’d be waiting—so she simply never came back for the car. She disappeared without a trace.

By morning, Jiang Nian had had enough. She got out of the car, stretched her sore limbs, and decided to find breakfast nearby.

As she followed the sidewalk, she found a breakfast stall and bought a cup of warm soy milk and a couple of buns. Sitting there, she looked around and took in the area.

The night before, everything had been too dark to notice.

Now, in the morning light, she realized something surprising—she had been parked all night near Jiang Fenyun’s company.

So why did Tong Yunyao leave her car here?

Where did she go afterward?

Then a wild but plausible idea crossed Jiang Nian’s mind:
Could she have gone into Jiang Fenyun’s company building to hide?

If she could get a look at the entrance surveillance footage, the truth would be clear.

She checked the time—just about the start of the workday.

If she went to Jiang Fenyun’s office now and asked for the video, it wouldn’t be hard to get access.

Tossing her empty food bag in a nearby trash bin, Jiang Nian took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and walked briskly toward the front doors of Fengyun Entertainment.

At the front desk, the receptionist was checking her makeup in a compact mirror. When she looked up and saw Jiang Nian approaching, her smile froze a little.

“President Jiang! Wh-what brings you here?” she asked, her tone slightly forced.

Jiang Nian, as usual, pointed upstairs. “I’m here to see your President Jiang.”

The receptionist immediately stood up and blocked her path, still smiling but clearly nervous.
“President Jiang, our boss hasn’t arrived yet. Maybe it’s better if you come back this afternoon?”

“It’s fine. I’ll wait upstairs.”
The more the receptionist tried to stop her, the more Jiang Nian felt something was off.

“Please don’t make things difficult for me,” the receptionist pleaded. “Without President Jiang’s instruction, I really can’t let anyone upstairs.”

Just then, Jiang Fenyun walked through the front doors, yawning.

“What’s going on? Why so noisy this early in the morning?” She paused when she saw Jiang Nian. “Well, well… what brings you here, sister? You’re standing here first thing in the morning—aren’t you tired?”

“President Jiang,” the receptionist greeted respectfully.

Jiang Fenyun waved her off casually. “Get back to your work. I’ll take her up.”

Jiang Nian simply nodded. “Mm.”

The two of them stepped into the executive elevator.

Once they reached the top floor, Jiang Fenyun led the way with Jiang Nian following behind. They entered the office together.

“What’s going on? Coming over this early—what’s the emergency?” Jiang Fenyun asked, settling into her swivel chair.

Jiang Nian casually sat on the nearby sofa. “I want to take a look at your company’s surveillance footage. Would that be possible?”

“Huh? You’re joking, right? Surveillance? At this hour?” Jiang Fenyun looked baffled.

Jiang Nian’s expression turned serious as she recounted everything she had seen the night before involving Tong Yunyao.

After hearing her out, Jiang Fenyun rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
“Based on what you said… yeah, it’s entirely possible she came into my building.”

She paused, then nodded.
“Alright. For your wife’s safety, I’ll take you to the surveillance room.”

The two women walked side by side to the security office. The guard on duty, who had been slumped over the desk, shot up to his feet the moment he saw who had arrived.

“Good morning, President Jiang!” he said loudly.

Jiang Fenyun raised her hand and pointed to the large monitor.
“Pull up last night’s surveillance footage—main entrance.”

“And the side entrance too,” Jiang Nian added firmly.

Jiang Fenyun tilted her head toward the guard. “You heard her. Side entrance as well.”

To make it easier for both executives to view, the security guard brought the footage up on the central screen and set it to play at double speed—fast enough to save time, but slow enough to see details clearly.

Jiang Nian stared intently at the screen. After a while, she said,
“Speed it up to 6x. I can still make it out.”

The guard obeyed, switching the video to 6x speed.
The footage became noticeably more blurry, and the people passing by appeared as ghostly trails.

Once the main entrance footage finished, Jiang Nian hadn’t spotted anything unusual.

“Sister, I think that’s enough,” Jiang Fenyun said, stifling another yawn. “I really don’t think she’d dare sneak into my building. You’re overthinking it.”

But Jiang Nian was resolute.
“Play the side entrance. I need to see it.”

The guard glanced at Jiang Fenyun, who, seeing how serious Jiang Nian was, nodded in approval.

The side entrance footage came up. As before, people came and went, creating a dizzying blur.

Halfway through the video, just as Jiang Fenyun was muttering that Jiang Nian was being overly paranoid, Jiang Nian’s pupils suddenly contracted. She slapped the edge of the console and shouted:

“Pause it!”

The guard reacted instantly, hitting pause.

On the lower left corner of the screen, a figure appeared mid-motion, blurry but partially captured.

Zooming in revealed a face that wasn’t hard to recognize.

It was Tong Yunyao.

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