I Heard I’m a Scummy Alpha? [Transmigration] - Chapter 111

The united boycott from the business world was something the Xuan siblings could no longer withstand. The small company they had started using their connections was already on the verge of bankruptcy. Xuan Mingzhu now felt both hatred and fear toward Qi Yunwei—she didn’t even dare to direct her anger at her anymore and could only rack her brain for other ways to get money.

If the company went under, she and Xuan Baiquan would have next to nothing left.

Without money, neither of them had the ability to start over. Xuan Mingzhu didn’t even want to imagine what would happen if she went bankrupt and had to build from scratch again.

She’d seen too many small business owners lose everything and, unable to bear the pressure, jump off buildings to their deaths.

Repeated failures had eroded all her confidence. She didn’t believe her own ending would be any better than theirs.

Sitting in her office, she glanced at Xuan Baiquan, who was still playing on his phone without a care in the world. Irritation welled up inside her.

Why was she the only one burning with anxiety, while her brother could sit there so carefree, as if nothing mattered?

“Baiquan.” Xuan Mingzhu took a deep breath, forcing down her anger as she called his name.

“What is it, sis?” Xuan Baiquan replied lazily. Ever since learning Qi Yunwei’s true identity, he had completely given up. After all, he couldn’t fight Qi Yunwei—and he had no chance of winning back Yan Zui either.

Xuan Mingzhu’s tone turned cold. “You and I ended up like this because of one person. Don’t you want revenge?”

Xuan Baiquan froze, thinking his sister had gone mad. “Sis, even if Dad were still alive, we couldn’t beat Qi Yunwei. Now it’s just the two of us, and we only inherited a fraction of the estate. What can we possibly do?”

“Yes,” Xuan Mingzhu said, her voice dropping lower. “Why did we only get twenty percent of the inheritance? Even if Dad didn’t care about me, his affection for you wasn’t fake. That will must have been tampered with—and even Dad’s sudden death doesn’t feel right. You really don’t see the connection? The one responsible for everything is that illegitimate son, Xuan Xin. Think about it: after he showed up, Dad died, eighty percent of the inheritance went to him, and our lives have gone downhill ever since.”

Xuan Baiquan’s lips tightened. He put down his phone. He had suspected something, but they had no evidence—and all the shareholders were siding with Xuan Xin. Otherwise, the estate division wouldn’t have gone through so quickly.

“What do you plan to do?” he asked cautiously.

Xuan Mingzhu’s eyes gleamed darkly. “We’re going to take back what’s ours.”

He frowned. “The inheritance has already been divided. How are we supposed to take it back? Xuan Xin isn’t stupid. Everyone else already benefited from him, and we don’t have the money to buy their help. No one’s going to take our side.”

A cold glint flickered in Xuan Mingzhu’s eyes. “We can’t steal it back by force. But what if Xuan Xin were dead?”

They both knew Xuan Xin’s background. He had no mother’s family, no wife or children—the only close relatives he had left were them. If Xuan Xin died, she and Baiquan would become the first in line to inherit his estate.

Xuan Baiquan stared at her, swallowing hard, excitement flickering beneath his fear. “How do you plan to make him die? Hire someone?”

At that moment, the conversation in the Xuan siblings’ office was being streamed live to Qi Yunwei’s tablet. She recorded the footage and sent it directly to Xuan Xin, who was in Changyuan City, with a “friendly reminder” to watch his back.

“Look at these scumbags,” Qi Yunwei said dryly to Yan Zui. “If they’re not murderers, they’re would-be murderers.”

Yan Zui gave her a look, half exasperated. “I must attract scumbags like a magnet. Qin Lifeng, that Omega serial killer; the Xuans, plotting to hire a hitman on their own brother. What’s next? Don’t tell me Qi Fanghuai and Liang Kejue are the same kind of people too?”

A faint crease appeared between her brows as a flash of worry passed through her eyes. “I should probably warn Xiao Qing.”

“Your cousin still hasn’t broken off the engagement with Liang Kejue?” Qi Yunwei asked, surprised.

Yan Zui sighed softly. “Xiao Qing said he’s not willing to let go yet. Besides, the He family invested heavily in Liang Kejue’s projects. Before my aunt annuls the engagement, she wants to recover that investment to minimize losses—but Liang Kejue refuses to pay back a cent. My aunt is preparing to sue. Xiao Qing thinks he can persuade her personally, that if Liang Kejue still has any sentiment left, she might return the money.”

Qi Yunwei said, “Perfect timing. I just finished developing a new anti-harassment flashlight for Omegas. Give one to your cousin.”

Yan Zui blinked. “You’re that busy and still have time to invent gadgets like that?”

Qi Yunwei smiled faintly. “Well, my wife is so beautiful—and apparently a magnet for perverts. Since you’ve got me and Zhou Xiao around to protect you, I started wondering about other Omegas who can’t afford bodyguards. So I made this for them.”

Hearing that she’d done it for her, Yan Zui couldn’t help herself—she wrapped her arms around Qi Yunwei, stood on tiptoe, and kissed her cheek. “Thank you.”

Qi Yunwei tilted her head slightly. “Just one kiss?”

Yan Zui’s face reddened under her teasing gaze. “We’ll continue when we get home tonight.”

Qi Yunwei handed her the small device. Yan Zui opened the box and found what looked like a transparent, nail-sized patch. “This is the flashlight?”

“It’s made from a new photoluminescent material,” Qi Yunwei explained. “It adheres perfectly to human skin. When it detects a fear response, it emits an intense burst of light that can temporarily blind an assailant for ten to thirty minutes. Other functions are still in development—it’s not much yet, but it can help Omegas protect themselves.”

“‘Not much’?” Yan Zui raised an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure once this hits the market, every criminal in the world will hate you.”

Later, Yan Zui delivered the device to He Yunqing’s house. They spoke in the small courtyard; his eyes were slightly swollen. Glancing at Zhou Xiao standing nearby, he lowered his voice and asked, “Sis, what brings you here all of a sudden?”

Yan Zui took out the flashlight Qi Yunwei had given her. “Yunwei’s always worried about my safety, so she made this anti-harassment patch. When we were talking about Liang Kejue not returning your money, I said I was worried for you, so Yunwei let me bring this unreleased prototype for you to use first.”

He Yunqing looked at her, eyes full of envy. “Sis, your Alpha’s amazing.”

Although they had a good relationship, back when he’d first met Qi Yunwei—and especially after hearing all those rumors—He Yunqing had privately felt smug about his own taste in Alphas, thinking his was far better. Now, reality had proven otherwise. Yan Zui’s judgment had been right all along.

Yan Zui smiled lightly. “Next time, say that in front of Yunwei. She’ll be happier hearing it herself than through me.”

He Yunqing smiled faintly, a touch of wistfulness in his eyes.

Yan Zui taught him how to use the patch, and when he heard the explanation, he almost thought he was dreaming. “There’s actually something this incredible in the world?”

Yan Zui chuckled. “Yunwei developed an entire holographic gaming system. Making a safety patch like this is nothing for her.”

“Where do you want to put it?” she asked.

He Yunqing closed his eyes and pointed to his left eyelid. “Here. When I’m scared, I always shut my eyes first.”

Yan Zui carefully used tweezers to place it there. The soft material melded instantly with his skin—so seamless that unless you touched it or looked up close, you’d never notice it was there.

“Its effective duration is ten days. It’s waterproof, fireproof, and shockproof, so sweat won’t affect it—but don’t wear makeup, especially eyeshadow. It’ll interfere with the light emission.”

He Yunqing nodded. “Thank you, sis. Next time I’ll treat you and Yunwei to dinner, so I can thank her in person.”

Yan Zui smiled, patting his head. “Deal.”

Xuan Mingzhu, unwilling to take risks herself, manipulated Xuan Baiquan into carrying out the plan to kill Xuan Xin.

They finally decided that a car accident would be the least suspicious method.

All they needed was someone willing to crash into Xuan Xin’s car.

Following her orders, Xuan Baiquan spent several days searching the slums before finding the perfect candidate: a terminally ill man, both parents dead, a wife working herself to exhaustion to support him and their two children.

A man like that—if offered a chance to die for money to secure his family’s future—wouldn’t refuse.

Xuan Baiquan paid him one million yuan for his life and took him back to Changyuan City the next day.

Meanwhile, Xuan Mingzhu waited anxiously for news in her Guangnan office.

Days passed. The tension and anticipation kept her sleepless and haggard; even her usual careful grooming had been neglected. Each morning, she’d wake up and immediately check Weibo for any breaking news.

She had told Baiquan not to contact her directly after the incident—to avoid leaving any trail for the police—so the only way to know was through public chatter.

That morning, as soon as she opened her eyes, she grabbed her phone and refreshed Weibo.

Nothing.

Then she checked her WeChat Moments.

Most of her contacts were from Changyuan. If something big had happened, someone would post about it.

After a whole morning of fruitless waiting, she ate takeout and began pacing through the empty company office.

Suddenly, her phone chimed once—then several times in a row.

She froze, then hurriedly unlocked it. Several friends had messaged her simultaneously, all telling her to stay strong.

Her heart leapt.

It worked? Xuan Xin’s dead, and they’re telling me to stay strong because of him?

No—something didn’t feel right. Everyone knew she and Xuan Xin were enemies. Why would they be consoling her?

A chill crept up her spine as she hesitated, then opened the first message.

Li Mu: Mingzhu, I’m so sorry. Stay strong. The police just reported a traffic accident—your brother Baiquan didn’t make it.

Her vision went white. What? Baiquan, dead?

How could it be Baiquan?

She frantically opened the other messages—most said the same thing. Only one friend, whose uncle was the deputy chief of the Changyuan City police, provided more detail.

Apparently, Baiquan and Xuan Xin had met for lunch that afternoon. They’d both been drinking, laughing, even walking out of the restaurant arm in arm. It seemed they had reconciled.

Afterward, Xuan Xin’s driver took him home, while Baiquan decided to drive himself. On the way, he was hit by a truck that ran a red light. The car exploded and burned, leaving his body unrecognizable.

The truck driver died on the spot.

According to early reports, the driver had come from Guangnan to deliver goods. His identity was still under investigation.