After Transmigrating into a Scummy Alpha, I Became a Tool Person - Chapter 35

“No, stop.”

“Slow down.”

“I can’t.”

Xia Qiqi: “…”

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight streamed through the window, falling across the two people still asleep.

Xie Yinian opened her eyes and looked at Xia Qiqi beside her, her expression gentle as she brushed the hair away from her face.

Xia Qiqi stirred, her eyes half-lidded, and when she saw Xie Yinian, she relaxed, nuzzling closer and wrapping her arms around her.

Xie Yinian stroked her hair and asked softly, “You’re awake?”

“Mhm,” Xia Qiqi nodded.

“What would you like to eat later? I’ll make it for you,” Xie Yinian said with a smile.

“Meat porridge and fried dough sticks.” Xia Qiqi replied.

“Got it,” Xie Yinian smiled.

“You’re exhausted after last night, aren’t you?” she asked gently.

Xia Qiqi shook her head, cheeks flushed.

Xie Yinian reached out her hand. “Do you want me to massage you?”

“Mhm,” Xia Qiqi murmured softly.

Xie Yinian began massaging her waist. “Does this feel good?” she asked.

“It’s okay,” Xia Qiqi replied.

“And here?” Xie Yinian teased, smiling.

Two red blooms appeared on Xia Qiqi’s face. “Also okay,” she admitted.

“And here.”

Seeing Xie Yinian’s wandering hands, Xia Qiqi’s waist still sore, she quickly pushed her away. “Stop!” she said, embarrassed and annoyed.

“Alright, I won’t,” Xie Yinian said with a laugh, sitting up and putting on her clothes. She leaned down to peck Xia Qiqi on the lips. “I’ll go make breakfast first.”

Xia Qiqi nodded. After Xie Yinian left, she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

Looking in the mirror at the hickeys covering her body, Xia Qiqi blushed and muttered to herself, “What a little villain, how am I supposed to go to work like this?”

After her shower, Xia Qiqi went downstairs. The aroma of breakfast hit her—it was Xie Yinian cooking porridge.

She set a bowl of porridge in front of Xia Qiqi. “Here, taste it.”

Xia Qiqi took the bowl, scooped a small spoonful, and blew on it gently.

Once it cooled enough, she took a bite of the meat porridge.

“How’s the taste?” Xie Yinian asked.

“Delicious,” Xia Qiqi said, taking another bite.

“As long as you like it,” Xie Yinian smiled. She glanced at the time. “How about I take you to work later?”

Xia Qiqi thought for a moment. “Sure.”

After finishing breakfast, they left the villa. The driver was waiting in the car. Seeing Xia Qiqi, he rolled down the window.

“You have the day off today. You don’t need to drive me to work,” Xia Qiqi said.

The driver looked confused. “Then who’s taking you to the company, Miss?”

“Her,” Xia Qiqi said, looking at Xie Yinian.

Xie Yinian smiled at the driver, who immediately understood and moved the car aside.

Xie Yinian took the driver’s seat and waved. “Bye!”

“Bye!”

The driver watched them leave, sighing. Nowadays, even the boss had found his wife and he still hadn’t.

Arriving at the company, Xia Qiqi was about to get out when Xie Yinian leaned close.

“What’s up?” Xia Qiqi asked.

“Kiss,” Xie Yinian said, pointing to her cheek.

Xia Qiqi turned her head and kissed her. “Okay?”

“Not enough.” Xie Yinian pressed closer, claiming another kiss.

They kissed for a long time in the car. Only when Xia Qiqi nearly risked being late did she finally pull away, stepping out with a face as red as a tomato.

“I’ll be waiting at home for you,” Xie Yinian said with a gentle smile.

Xia Qiqi nodded and walked into the office building.

Inside, her assistant looked at her curiously. “President Xia, aren’t you hot? It’s summer, and you’re wearing a scarf.”

Xia Qiqi’s expression was slightly awkward. She adjusted the scarf and replied calmly, “I’m a bit sensitive to the cold.”

“Oh, I see. I’ll turn off the air conditioning,” the assistant said, going to switch it off.

An Lin sat in Xia Qiqi’s office, sipping tea. Seeing her flimsy excuse, she clicked her tongue. “Sensitive to the cold? I don’t think that’s all.”

“Let me guess, was this the handiwork of your special someone?” An Lin said, giving Xia Qiqi an almost teasing glance at the area covered by the scarf.

Xia Qiqi calmly removed the scarf and placed it aside, showing her neck freely.

“Oh my, that’s a lot,” An Lin remarked, noticing the hickeys on Xia Qiqi’s neck—and probably lower as well.

“Dear, with someone this capable, you’re very lucky.” An Lin covered her mouth, smiling.

Xia Qiqi sat down and took a sip of tea. “Any news on your side?”

An Lin’s expression turned serious. “We found him. He’s working as a bartender at a certain bar in XXX. Do you want to go see him?”

Xia Qiqi parted her red lips slightly. “Yes.”