How Can Two Scummy Alphas Fall in Love - Chapter 20.2

Chapter 20.2

Fortunately, there was someone who could save her, offering her a sliver of hope to continue living.

Regardless of whether this person, who looked so much like Han Fufu, was willing, Qin Qiao had already decided to use Fu Fu as Han Fufu’s substitute.

It had only been a year, and Qin Qiao was already struggling. If she had to face the rest of her life without Han Fufu, Qin Qiao couldn’t imagine how she would cope.

Worse and worse, perhaps?

“Fu Fu, you’d better not really be Fufu,” Qin Qiao said the opposite of what she meant. She truly hoped Fu Fu was Han Fufu, that Han Fufu had returned, albeit with a changed appearance.

Even if she had returned for revenge, Qin Qiao would accept it.

After all, it was she, Qin Qiao, who had killed Han Fufu.

Han Fufu felt a momentary pang of guilt, but her acting skills were excellent. She looked up and met Qin Qiao’s gaze. “CEO Qin, I’ve just returned to China. I don’t know the Ms. Han Fu… Fu?”

“Don’t mention her name!” Qin Qiao’s voice suddenly rose sharply. After saying it, she felt she had lost her composure. She pressed a hand to her forehead to calm down, and her tone returned to indifference. “Just lie down next to me. Oh, and there’s a perfume in my bedside drawer. Spray some before you lie down.”

Han Fufu thought Qin Qiao was overly demanding, but she obediently opened the bedside drawer and took out the half-used bottle of perfume.

She sprayed it twice on her wrist. The scent of sandalwood permeated the air.

Han Fufu was startled. The perfume smelled exactly like her own Alpha pheromones used to.

Qin Qiao actually likes this scent?

Why is she pretending to be so deeply in love now? Qin Qiao clearly disliked the change in my pheromones after I got the Omega gland transplant.

It’s all sandalwood scent. What’s the difference…

Han Fufu had no time to worry about such matters. All she needed now was to get close to Qin Qiao again and then take away everything she had.

“CEO Qin, is this alright?” Han Fufu looked at Qin Qiao with a submissive expression.

Qin Qiao inhaled the comforting scent of sandalwood, coupled with Fu Fu’s face, which was a sufficient substitute for Han Fufu, and her mood instantly lifted.

“Come here. Lie next to me.” Qin Qiao extended her hand.

Han Fufu took half a step back. “CEO Qin, isn’t this inappropriate?”

“From now on, I’ll call you Fufu, and you call me Qiao Qiao.” Qin Qiao raised an eyebrow. “Remember, there’s nothing inappropriate between us, Fufu.”

“But…”

“Do you still not understand what I mean?” Qin Qiao lifted her gaze.

How could Han Fufu not understand? She just hadn’t expected Qin Qiao to rush into treating her as a substitute so quickly.

“I don’t understand,” Han Fufu played dumb.

Qin Qiao sneered. “How could you not understand? I want you to be my lover. The person I love is dead, and you look very much like her.”

Upon hearing this, Han Fufu’s breath hitched.

What do you mean ‘the person I love is dead’?

When did you ever love me?

How ridiculous.

If the timing weren’t inappropriate, Han Fufu would have burst into laughter upon hearing such words.

This was utterly absurd. Has Qin Qiao truly gone insane?

“What if I refuse?” Han Fufu asked.

Qin Qiao raised an eyebrow. “You won’t refuse. I can give you many benefits.”

“May I have some time to consider?” Han Fufu didn’t want to agree too quickly, otherwise Qin Qiao would definitely become suspicious.

In reality, Qin Qiao knew that Fu Fu’s appearance was likely not simple. Either she was sent by a rival company, or she was someone deliberately trying to make money using her looks, or…

Or…

Han Fufu isn’t dead…

Of course, Qin Qiao thought the last possibility was zero, as she had personally attended Han Fufu’s burial ceremony.

Regardless of the situation, Qin Qiao wanted Fu Fu as a comfort. Whatever the consequences, she, Qin Qiao, could bear them.

“Your consideration means you agree.” Qin Qiao directly wrapped an arm around Fu Fu’s waist and pulled her onto the bed.

The moment their eyes met, Han Fufu’s gaze flickered, and Qin Qiao also felt a sharp pain in her heart looking into those eyes.

Being so close, there was an electric sensation between them.

Lying on the bed, Qin Qiao immediately hugged Fu Fu, her voice low and slow: “Let me sleep for a while. Just stay with me. Don’t speak. Your voice isn’t like hers.”

Han Fufu sneered internally. “Yes.”

That afternoon, Qin Qiao had the most peaceful sleep she’d had all year. She had no dreams, no heart-wrenching insomnia, and she didn’t miss Han Fufu.

Because she convinced herself that Han Fufu was right beside her, held securely in her arms.

Han Fufu, however, was wide awake all afternoon, enduring her role by Qin Qiao’s side.

She had become her own substitute—an infinitely ridiculous situation.

But on this return to the capital, for the sake of revenge against Qin Qiao, this humiliation was nothing. Compared to the harm Qin Qiao had inflicted on her, this truly didn’t count for anything.

Thinking this, Han Fufu slowly closed her eyes, pretending she was just taking a nap alone.

Even with this self-hypnosis, Han Fufu couldn’t fall asleep. The scent of Qin Qiao’s body filled her nostrils.

Han Fufu currently had no glands, yet she could still detect a pleasant scent from Qin Qiao.

D*mn it…

Han Fufu couldn’t help but furrow her brow. She despised herself for still having a residual flicker of feeling for Qin Qiao.

There should be absolutely no emotion left. Han Fufu clenched her palms until her fingernails dug into her flesh, finally bringing herself back to sharp clarity.

She didn’t love Qin Qiao anymore. Not now, and perhaps she had never loved her before.

Even if this was self-deception, she had to continue to deceive herself.

From that day on, the rumor that Qin Qiao had taken a substitute for Han Fufu spread throughout the capital.

Qin Qiao herself did not like being high-profile, but as a person constantly in the public eye, the fact that she brought Fu Fu with her to every event was quickly rumored.

It was the birthday of the Fu family heir, Fu Yan, and all the notable aristocrats of the capital attended.

As the most prominent figure in the capital, Qin Qiao naturally had to attend. Moreover, she had to respectfully celebrate Fu Yan’s birthday, given that she had publicly broken off her engagement with Fu Yan’s sister that year.

Accompanying Qin Qiao to the banquet was the humble assistant, Fu Fu, who had no status or title.

When Qin Qiao walked into the banquet hall with Fu Fu on her arm, all eyes fixed on Fu Fu.

The woman, dressed in a gown matching Qin Qiao’s style, had long black hair and eyes strikingly similar to the former most-celebrated actress.

However, this assistant was, after all, just an assistant. Aside from a seven- to eight-tenths resemblance to the former CEO Han’s face, her overall presence lacked the aura of the former star.

Fu Yan saw Qin Qiao openly bringing a substitute to the banquet, a clear indication of her disrespect towards her sister.

Soon after Qin Qiao and Fu Fu entered the venue, Fu Yan directly intercepted them.

“CEO Qin, quite the entrance. Since you arrived, all my guests seem to be focused only on you,” Fu Yan said, smiling falsely, her eyes showing disdain for Qin Qiao.

Fu Yan knew about the Han family fire and already deeply despised Qin Qiao’s method of ascending to power. Later, Qin Qiao broke off the engagement with her sister right after Han Fufu’s funeral, which made Fu Yan look down on Qin Qiao even more.

When Han Fufu was alive, Qin Qiao came to get engaged to her sister, claiming Han Fufu was just a friend. After Han Fufu died, Qin Qiao took all her assets, and only then did she pretend to be deeply in love and incapable of living without Han Fufu.

Qin Qiao and Fu Yan had only a business relationship. She didn’t care how Fu Yan saw her. “CEO Fu, regarding what happened that year, consider it my apology to your sister.”

“Hmph, it’s good that you know it yourself.” As Fu Yan spoke, she looked at the little substitute by Qin Qiao’s side and chuckled uncontrollably. “So similar. I almost thought Fufu had come back to life.”

“Fufu is not for you to call. And don’t mention her in front of me,” Qin Qiao immediately turned cold.

Fu Yan was not afraid of Qin Qiao. She continued, “I’m not your subordinate. Why should I listen to you? You’re a heartless woman. Just make sure you don’t play around and end this one’s life too. Having Han Fufu’s life on your hands is heavy enough.”

“Fu Yan, are you drunk after only a few drinks?” Qin Qiao stepped closer to her, her eyes unfriendly. “If you’re not drunk, don’t talk nonsense.”

“Heh, who do you think is the lunatic here?” Fu Yan completely ignored Qin Qiao’s threat and scrutinized the substitute named Fu Fu even more brazenly.

Looking at the substitute a second time, Fu Yan’s heart sank.

The way this substitute looked at her was clearly not simple. And this look seemed to be reserved only for her, Fu Yan, while Qin Qiao was completely unaware.

“Let’s go, Fufu.” Qin Qiao didn’t want to exchange any more words with Fu Yan and led Fu Fu away.

Fu Fu followed Qin Qiao and walked off into the distance.

Halfway through the banquet, Han Fufu noticed Fu Yan heading to the restroom.

“CEO Qin, I don’t feel well. I need to go to the restroom,” Han Fufu said.

Qin Qiao was busy socializing and naturally paid no mind to her substitute. “Go ahead.”

Han Fufu smiled and walked in the direction of the restroom.

After entering the restroom, Han Fufu made sure no one was following her, and waited inside for Fu Yan to come out.

Fu Yan, having adjusted her clothes, just opened the stall door and saw the little substitute waiting by the sink.

Sure enough, this substitute is not simple.

“You’re a substitute. What’s your purpose?” Fu Yan asked straightforwardly.

When Han Fufu was alone with Fu Yan, her aura reverted to her former self. She stood with crossed arms, watching Fu Yan, then slowly smiled faintly. “CEO Fu, would it be convenient to find a place to have a good talk?”

“You…” Fu Yan frowned. She felt this substitute was too complicated. She walked out a few steps. “Follow me. We’ll talk in the lounge.”