Everyone Loves the Alpha, But He’s Not Interested [Transmigration] - Chapter 127

At the charity auction, Yu Qingxue successfully bid on a painting and an emerald necklace that her mother had pointed out to her.

Ning Xi watched the entire event, slightly surprised by the extravagant bidding battles among the wealthy, but quickly adjusted to hearing people casually throw around figures in the millions without batting an eye.

After the auction, there was a banquet for networking and socializing. Yu Qingxue’s mother hadn’t arrived yet, so she and Ning Xi kept a low profile, chatting in a quiet corner.

People kept passing by them, trying to strike up a conversation. But Yu Qingxue and Ning Xi seemed to have an invisible barrier around them. Even when someone shamelessly interrupted, they would politely acknowledge them before resuming their own conversation, leaving the intruder to awkwardly retreat.

Yu Qingxue’s mother arrived a bit late due to an unexpected matter. The moment she stepped in, she was immediately spotted by a group of sharp-eyed socialites and quickly surrounded.

She wore an elegant qipao today, her hair neatly pinned up. Though her attire appeared understated, the pearl accessories around her neck and ears were anything but modest in price.

Mrs. Zhang, who had always harbored jealousy toward Yu Qingxue’s mother, squeezed her way to the front with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Mrs. Yu, you really should have come earlier. At least you could have advised Qingxue a little,” she said, her tone laced with insinuation.

A cold glint flashed in Mrs. Yu’s eyes as she replied with a tight smile, “Qingxue has always been sensible and independent. What could I possibly advise her on?”

Mrs. Yang tugged at Mrs. Zhang’s arm and quickly interjected with a conciliatory smile, “She’s had a bit too much to drink—just talking nonsense.”

The wealthy socialites of Beihai City had their own cliques, and tonight, by sheer coincidence, none of Mrs. Yu’s close friends had made it. Instead, she was surrounded by women she rarely interacted with.

Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Zhang’s families had deep business ties, which was why Mrs. Yang stepped in—she didn’t want Mrs. Zhang’s reckless words to sour relations and affect their companies.

The other ladies around them simply watched with amused smiles, ready to enjoy the drama whether it was Mrs. Yu’s embarrassment or the two troublemakers’ downfall.

Mrs. Zhang’s husband had once been infatuated with Mrs. Yu in their youth, and Mrs. Zhang had never gotten over her resentment. Tonight, she was indeed drunk—otherwise, she wouldn’t have dared to provoke Mrs. Yu like this.

Still, she retained enough sense to couch her words in feigned concern.

Pulling her arm free from Mrs. Yang’s grip, Mrs. Zhang adopted a concerned tone. “Mrs. Yu, I only mentioned it because I’m worried about Qingxue.”

“You didn’t see it, but during the auction, that girl beside Qingxue kept pestering her for things, and Qingxue indulged her every whim—spending extravagantly without hesitation. We were all stunned.”

Mrs. Zhang sighed dramatically. “I’ve seen their show on TV. I know those dating programs are all fake, just entertainment. But who knew that little star had such tricks up her sleeve? At such a young age, she’s managed to bewitch Qingxue with just her looks.”

Mrs. Yang watched Mrs. Zhang’s barely concealed smugness and nearly groaned.

She had seen bad teammates before, but never one this terrible.

Openly picking at someone’s wounds—was she trying to make enemies on purpose?

The women around Mrs. Yu either openly or discreetly studied her expression, eagerly anticipating her reaction.

They didn’t interact with Mrs. Yu often, but rumors painted her as mild-tempered—someone who would simply smile when confronted about Yu Qingxue’s refusal to date or marry, never one to hold grudges.

That was why Mrs. Zhang had dared to pull this stunt today.

Mrs. Yu smiled apologetically, her well-maintained face appearing no older than thirty, her eyes sparkling under the crystal chandelier. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe we’ve met. May I ask who you are?”

“…” Mrs. Zhang staggered back in anger, clutching her chest as if about to spit blood.

Zhou Ruo (Mrs. Yu) actually didn’t recognize her! How dare she not recognize her?!

Taking a deep breath to suppress her twitching lips, Mrs. Zhang said, “I’m Ji Wan, wife of Zhang Licheng, chairman of Xinze Group. You may call me Mrs. Zhang.”

Mrs. Yu smiled gracefully. “Ah, Mrs. Zhang.”

Having seemingly forgotten to answer the previous question, she looked around instead. “Has anyone seen  Qingxue and Ning Xi?”

“They’re over there,” Mrs. Yang quickly pointed out.

Mrs. Yu nodded in thanks and moved to join them.

Mrs. Zhang anxiously reached out to stop her. “Mrs. Yu, where are you going?”

Mrs. Yu gave her a light glance. “Weren’t you complaining to me? Matters are best discussed face-to-face, don’t you think?”

Others nodded in agreement, even Mrs. Yang refusing to side with Mrs. Zhang, who could only follow Mrs. Yu to find Yu  Qingxue and Ning Xi.

“Auntie’s coming,” Ning Xi said upon noticing the approaching group of socialites, quickly identifying Mrs. Yu as she nudged Yu  Qingxue.

Yu  Qingxue handed her wine glass to Ning Xi, red lips curving. “From now on, we just need to be her showpiece trophies.”

Ning Xi set the glass down and took Yu  Qingxue’s hand as they moved to meet the group.

The socialites’ jewelry outshone even the chandeliers, drawing the entire ballroom’s attention.

“Auntie.”

“Mom.”

Ning Xi and Yu  Qingxue spoke simultaneously before greeting the other ladies.

Mrs. Yu approached warmly. “Having fun tonight, Xixi? I heard—” She glanced back at Mrs. Zhang, “— Qingxue, you only bought what I wanted at the auction? Why didn’t you get some jewelry for yourselves? People might think our little CEO is stingy with her girlfriend.”

Yu  Qingxue sighed. “Mom, would I be that petty? We just didn’t see anything we liked.”

Ning Xi observed Mrs. Zhang’s clenched jaw behind Mrs. Yu and the others’ eager expressions, quickly understanding their purpose. Having acted in numerous high-society dramas, she knew real-life conflicts often surpassed fictional ones.

Standing tall with a radiant smile, Ning Xi asked, “Auntie, who are these ladies?”

Mrs. Yu drew both girls to her sides and made introductions. “You all know  Qingxue. This is Ning Xii, her girlfriend. To me, she’s as much a daughter as  Qingxue, I’m just waiting for her to start calling me Mom.” She smiled meaningfully at Ning Xi.

The socialites exchanged shocked glances at Mrs. Yu’s affectionate treatment. Could the Yu family truly accept their heiress dating a penniless alpha?

Mrs. Zhang looked the most disbelieving of all.

But she quickly found a subtle way to attack Yu’s mother and perked up again, asking, “I heard Ning Xi is an actress. What works has she been in?”

Ning Xi and Yu Qingxue exchanged a knowing smile before Ning Xi politely replied, “It’s a movie I filmed with Qingxue, set to release on Valentine’s Day.”

This wasn’t what Mrs. Zhang wanted to hear at all. She responded dismissively, “Hmm, if I remember and have time, I might watch it.”

“Ning Xi,” Mrs. Zhang continued probing, “we still don’t know about your family background. Which prominent family’s daughter are you? With such striking looks, how come I’ve never heard of you before?”

In truth, Mrs. Zhang had already investigated Ning Xi and knew she was an orphan from a welfare institution.

She was well aware that people raised in welfare institutions often had strong self-esteem, so she deliberately targeted this sensitive spot.

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