I Heard I’m a Scummy Alpha? [Transmigration] - Chapter 107

Wen Fu looked genuinely surprised. “How could you all think that?”

He raised a hand and began introducing the people beside him. “This is Director Zhao from the National Science Bureau—an old classmate of mine. And this is Commander Wu, the chief of the Guangnan military region. As far as I know, both of them have collaborated with Yunwei’s company. Even if Yunwei could deceive others, she certainly couldn’t deceive Director Zhao or Commander Wu.”

Turning to Qi Fanghuai, he added, “Fanghuai, I only recently learned that Yunwei is your sister. But how could you slander your own family like this? I really must have misjudged you.”

That look of disappointment from Wen Fu snapped Qi Fanghuai back to his senses. Everything he possessed now came from Wen Fu’s support—he couldn’t afford to lose him.

A wave of panic surged in his chest, draining all color from his face.

The others quietly stepped back, putting distance between themselves and the four of them.

Just then, the security guards finished their investigation and spotted Xuan Mingzhu through the crowd. They hurried over. “Ma’am, please come with us. Ms. Shen Yelan would like to speak with you.”

After Xuan Mingzhu was escorted away, the remaining three instantly became the focus of the room’s uneasy attention. The looks directed at them were unbearable—disgust tinged with disdain. These were people born with silver spoons in their mouths; when had they ever been looked at like this?

Qin Lifeng turned and left abruptly. His tall figure stumbled slightly as he walked away.

Liang Kejue forced down her humiliation, murmured a polite “excuse me,” and left as well.

Only Qi Fanghuai stood frozen in place, as if nailed to the floor—wanting to leave, yet too afraid to move.

Wen Fu turned to Qi Yunwei, his tone full of apology. “I’m truly sorry. If I’d known Fanghuai was this kind of person, I never would’ve befriended him.”

Qi Yunwei smiled faintly. “One can know a person’s face, but not their heart. Professor Wen, your expertise is beyond question; lacking a bit of discernment in character is perfectly normal.”

Her tone was gentle, even comforting, yet Wen Fu somehow felt uncomfortable all over.

He frowned slightly and said to Qi Fanghuai, “You should leave. If I’d known you were coming just to spread rumors about your own sister, I never would’ve invited you.”

Qi Fanghuai hesitated, unwilling to go. Wen Fu cast him a calm glance, and his body went rigid. He stammered, “I’m sorry,” and left in a hurry.

Wen Fu sighed. “Family matters aren’t for outsiders like me to interfere in. He did wrong—apologizing was the least he could do. You don’t need to forgive him just for my sake.”

Qi Yunwei chuckled. “Professor Wen is right. I had no intention of forgiving him anyway. To be honest, when he said ‘I’m sorry,’ I thought he was talking to you. He’s never spoken to me that politely in his entire life.”

Her tone was mild, her demeanor courteous, even smiling—without a trace of anger. Yet, to Wen Fu, something about her words felt off.

It almost sounded like mockery, though he couldn’t explain why.

For the first time, Wen Fu found himself unsure how to respond—even after carefully weighing his words.

Just then, one of his friends called out, “Chairman Yan has arrived.”

The crowd immediately moved to greet Yan Zhao.

Qi Yunwei and Yan Zui were also invited to join them.

The moment Yan Zhao entered, his gaze fell upon the two women standing behind the crowd. He deliberately ignored them, instead walking straight up to greet Director Zhao, Commander Wu, and Wen Fu with exaggerated warmth.

Then, raising his voice, he said loudly, “Old Zhao, didn’t you say the owner of Yunmengze was here tonight? I don’t see them—come on, introduce me to this rising star of the business world!”

Director Zhao blinked, surprised that Yan Zhao didn’t know who the owner was. With a grin, he pulled Qi Yunwei and Yan Zui closer. “Old Yan, take a look—who do you think this is?”

“Hmph.” Yan Zhao’s face turned cold. “Why should I care who they are? Each one of them thinks they’re so capable now. If it wasn’t for me, their father, would you have become a CEO? Leaving Yan Corporation to debase yourself as an actress—do you have any idea how much embarrassment you’ve brought me?”

The people around them froze in awkward silence, exchanging uneasy glances. No one had expected Chairman Yan to air his family grievances in public like this.

They hadn’t realized the father and daughter’s relationship was this strained.

“Dad, Zui just wants to do what she loves,” Qi Yunwei said quietly.

Yan Zhao’s temper flared. “Do what she loves? What, rebel against me? No children, no responsibilities to the company—she used to be nothing like this! I knew it, you’re the one who ruined her!” He jabbed a finger toward Qi Yunwei, his face red with fury.

Director Zhao was startled and quickly intervened, patting Yan Zhao’s shoulder. “Old Yan, you’re talking nonsense! Calm down, will you? Didn’t you ask me to introduce you to the owner of Yunmengze? Well, here she is—Yunwei herself.

You and your family are truly blessed to have a daughter like Yan Zui and a daughter-in-law like Yunwei.”

Ever since Yan Zui left the company, Yan Zhao had been nursing a deep resentment. Seeing the two of them now, surrounded by admiration and glowing with confidence, that bottled-up anger finally exploded.

But once the anger was spent, the humiliation sank in.

He wasn’t deaf—he’d heard it clearly.

Director Zhao had said Qi Yunwei was the owner of Yunmengze.

And Zhao wasn’t the kind of man to lie. Which meant it was true—Qi Yunwei was the business prodigy he’d been eager to meet.

At that realization, Yan Zhao’s expression contorted—caught somewhere between fury and embarrassment, as conflicting emotions fought for dominance on his face.

Director Zhao hurried to smooth things over. “Come now, family can’t stay angry forever. Chairman Yan, you’ve always been the tough-love type—your words sting, but your heart’s in the right place. Zui, your father’s always cared about you; he just doesn’t know how to say it. Don’t hold it against him.”

Yan Zui looked at her father’s awkward face but couldn’t bring herself to say, I don’t blame you.

How could she not blame him?

The darkness of her youth—shadowed by Yan Zhao and He Ran—was etched into her memory, a wound that still bled in the quiet of the night.

Her expression turned cold, the storm in her blue eyes surging like a tempest at sea.

Qi Yunwei glanced at her with concern.

Yan Zui refused to yield, Yan Zhao couldn’t back down, and the air between them grew thick with tension.

At last, Wen Fu spoke up, attempting to defuse the situation. “Old Yan, the older you get, the more you seem to enjoy saying the opposite of what you mean. What father doesn’t care about his child? We all know you only worry about Zui’s life after leaving Yan Corporation, but she can’t hear the concern behind your harsh words. You deserve a scolding for that. Next time, express your care directly—no more roundabout talk or saying one thing while meaning another.”

Yan Zhao, having been given a graceful way out, finally forced an awkward smile and said, “Alright, I’ll listen to you.”

Ever since breaking away from the Yan family, Yan Zui had grown noticeably more self-assured. For the rest of the evening, she didn’t exchange a single word with Yan Zhao, and Qi Yunwei was no different.

Everyone else was doing their best to maintain a façade of harmony. Only Yan Zhao remained as arrogant as ever, relying on his father’s status and refusing to apologize. Since Yan Zui ignored him, he simply ignored her in return.

When the banquet finally ended, Shen Yelan came over to see the guests off. Outside the hotel, she explained to them what had been done about the Xuan siblings, Xuan Baiquan and Xuan Mingzhu.

“Their invitations came from a man named Qi Fanghuai,” Shen said. “And Qi Fanghuai got his invitation from Professor Wen and me. I truly apologize—if I’d known there were such disreputable guests on the list, I would’ve put aside my pride and turned them away, no matter who recommended them.”

In the end, the real culprit was still Wen Fu.

Qi Yunwei asked calmly, “Would you like me to provide you with the information on those five people? I imagine no one else hosting a banquet would want to run into them either.”

“Of course!” Shen Yelan immediately understood the implication behind her words. “I’ll make sure every attendee tonight knows to blacklist them from future events.”

Yan Zui inclined her head slightly. “Thank you, Yelan.”

Shen Yelan replied, “It’s my mistake. If I hadn’t mishandled the invitations, this wouldn’t have happened. You two were wronged—don’t thank me.”

After bidding them farewell, she went off to escort other guests.

Wen Fu then approached and said, “I overheard what Yelan said earlier. This really was my fault. Yunwei, Zui, I’ll be hosting a dinner in a few days. You must come if you have time.”

Qi Yunwei replied with a perfunctory smile, “Of course.”

Of course, she would never go.

At that moment, Director Zhao’s wife spotted Yan Zui and hurried over, eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’m one of your CP fans! You and Yunwei are my favorite couple!”

The comment caught Yan Zui’s attention, and while she was momentarily distracted, Wen Fu leaned toward Qi Yunwei and said quietly, “You must have noticed there’s some tension between Old Yan and Zui.”

Qi Yunwei gave him a glance. “Does Professor Wen know the reason?”

Wen Fu replied, “I only became close with the Yan family after the incident, so my knowledge is limited—but I do know a little. If you’re interested, come to my home next time and we can talk in detail.”

This time, Qi Yunwei didn’t brush him off. “Alright. I’ll wait for your invitation, Professor Wen.”

They exchanged contact information, and Wen Fu finally left, satisfied.

Qi Yunwei then walked over to Yan Zui’s side. Mrs. Zhao’s eyes lit up as she saw them standing together. “Can I take a photo of you two?”

Qi Yunwei placed a hand on Yan Zui’s shoulder with a smile. “Of course.”

Mrs. Zhao, delighted, quickly whipped out her phone and took ten shots in a row.

“What a beautiful photo,” she said, gazing at her screen. “If only I could post it on Weibo for everyone to see.”

“You can,” Qi Yunwei said easily.

Mrs. Zhao blinked, thinking she’d misheard.

Yan Zui added, “Go ahead and share it—it’s fine.”

Mrs. Zhao was touched almost to tears. “You two are amazing! I knew I was right to be your fan!”

After the social niceties ended, Yan Zui and Qi Yunwei finally headed home to rest.

That night, Mrs. Zhao picked the best photo, intending to edit it, but after trying a few filters, she found every touch-up only made them look worse. So she gave up and posted the original picture directly in the fan forum for the “Xin Zui Shenmi” ship.

@SilentOrchid: Photo drop~ [Image]

Fellow fans rushed in to comment within seconds:

Ahhhh new photo! OP, you’re incredible!

Seriously, this looks so real!

I almost believed it—but come on, it’s obviously photoshopped. Still, props for your editing skills!

Hearts. All my fellow shippers are so talented—editing, video cuts—and here I am, uselessly waiting to be spoon-fed content.

SilentOrchid: “……”

SilentOrchid: Babes, just saying maybe, possibly, could it be that this photo isn’t edited—but taken by me, in person?

You’re bold, OP, I’ll give you that. I ship them too, but they’ve had zero interaction. No way this is real.

Judging by their outfits, this must’ve been at a banquet. So you’re saying you were there, asked for a photo, and they both actually posed for you—with Yan Zui letting Qi Yunwei put her hand on her shoulder? Girl, let’s call it. This isn’t a photoshop master; it’s a delusion master.

Let’s stay grounded, OP. We don’t ship fake sugar here.

Eager to prove she wasn’t lying, Mrs. Zhao (under her handle SilentOrchid) uploaded the remaining nine photos.

SilentOrchid: See? Ten-shot burst, continuous poses. I never lie—the photos are real, taken just an hour ago.

Wait—hold up—it really looks real this time!

I recognize that hotel! It’s Century Hotel in Guangnan City. My sister works reception there and said there was a major banquet tonight. Yan Zui might’ve actually been there!

I’ll take this sugar and savor it—if it’s fake, I’ll spit it out later.

One question though—how did Qi Yunwei even get into such a high-profile banquet?

SilentOrchid: Because Qi Yunwei’s a big shot too.

Mrs. Zhao thought she’d dropped a pretty clear hint, but as soon as she said that, the same fans who were starting to believe her stopped again.

She was about to explain further when her husband yawned and said, “Honey, go to bed. We’ve got to get up early tomorrow.”

Reluctantly, Mrs. Zhao set her phone down. The next morning, they were heading to their daughter’s house to visit their granddaughter before school started.

Meanwhile, Wen Fu stepped out of his car and, as he approached his door, noticed a shadow under the nearby tree—it was Qi Fanghuai.

“Professor Wen.” Qi Fanghuai greeted softly.

Wen Fu opened the door. Seeing that he didn’t close it afterward, Qi Fanghuai immediately followed him inside.