I Heard I’m a Scummy Alpha? [Transmigration] - Chapter 116

Yan Zhao instinctively tried to recall what Qi Yunwei said, but he quickly regained his composure and replied with irritation, “I haven’t gotten drunk once in the past ten years. Every time I met Wen Fu, there were always other people present. It’s impossible I spoke to him alone.”

Qi Yunwei pressed on, “Then could it have been Mom who accidentally mentioned it? Yan Zui said Wen Fu used to visit your home quite often.”

Yan Zhao replied firmly, “Impossible. I was always around whenever he came by. None of us would ever carelessly say such things.”

“Then was it aunt’s side of the family? She should know about it too, right?” Qi Yunwei asked.

“Your aunt doesn’t even know Wen Fu.”

“Then if it wasn’t you or your family, and Yan Zui never said a word, and aunt doesn’t even know him—how did Wen Fu find out? Why would he dig into such things while keeping up his friendship with your family? Do you even know what kind of person your so-called ‘good friend’ really is?”

Qi Yunwei’s rapid-fire questions left Yan Zhao stunned for a moment. Then, as if by reflex, he tried to defend Wen Fu. “Maybe he knows someone in the police force who happened to mention it to him.”

Qi Yunwei gave a sharp, bitter laugh. “Ha! You’d rather make excuses for a shady friend than believe your own daughter!” She was so furious she hung up on him right then and there—because if she didn’t, she might not be able to resist going full Zuan mode on him.

After hanging up, Qi Yunwei made up her mind—she would accept Wen Fu’s invitation.

Someone as cunning as Wen Fu wouldn’t be easy to expose. To find evidence, she’d have to walk straight into the tiger’s den. Maybe there’d be something—some critical clue—hidden in his home.

She called Wen Fu. The phone rang three times before he finally picked up, his tone smooth and unhurried.

In Wen Fu’s eyes, Qi Yunwei was already a hooked fish—ready to be reeled in, steamed, braised, or fried. Either way, the ending would be the same.

“Hello, this is Wen Fu,” he greeted warmly, pretending not to know who was on the other end.

“Professor Wen,” Qi Yunwei said evenly, “I was wondering if you have any free time in the next few days. When would it be convenient for Yan Zui and me to pay you a visit?”

Wen Fu chuckled lightly. “Let me check my schedule first.”

When Qi Yunwei took the initiative, Wen Fu immediately began to posture.

But she knew this was just a test—so she deliberately let her breathing sound a little rushed, as if she was anxious.

There was the faint rustle of pages turning on the other end. After a short pause, Wen Fu finally replied, “How about the night after tomorrow? I’ll be free then.”

“Perfect, the night after tomorrow it is,” Qi Yunwei answered at once, as if afraid he might change his mind.

After hanging up, Wen Fu pocketed his phone and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the flow of cars below with smug satisfaction. “Look at them—just like ants. Scurrying around all their lives, only to end up as worker ants.”

A woman’s voice came from behind him. “When they come the day after tomorrow, have you decided what you’re going to do?”

Wen Fu took the cigarette she held out, lighting it off her hand. He took a slow drag before answering, “Opportunities like this don’t come twice. Of course I’ll do what I’ve always wanted to do.”

The woman hesitated. “Qi Yunwei isn’t who she used to be. Her influence now is on a whole different level. She has strong government ties, and her company’s backed by the state. If she goes missing, they’ll investigate thoroughly.”

Wen Fu frowned. “What? You feeling sorry for her?”

“No, of course not,” the woman said quickly, flustered. “You know I only love you. You’re my everything. I couldn’t care less about anyone else.”

Wen Fu smiled faintly and stroked her cheek. “I know. I love you too. Other Omegas mean nothing to me—they’re just playthings.”

“What about Yan Zui?” she couldn’t help asking.

“Yan Zui? She’s different,” he admitted. She had been the first Omega he ever wanted to marry.

Before the woman could sink into silence, Wen Fu added, “But no one compares to you. I know you’ll be the one who stays by my side—always.”

That afternoon, Yan Zui came to the company to find Qi Yunwei. As soon as she stepped into the office, Qi Yunwei said bluntly, “I think I’ve found out who the kidnapper from ten years ago was.”

Yan Zui froze mid-step. “Who?”

Qi Yunwei wasn’t the type to speak without certainty. If she was saying this now, it meant she was at least eighty percent sure.

Yan Zui was amazed. “How did you figure it out? I only told you about it last night.”

The police hadn’t been able to solve the case for over a decade—yet Qi Yunwei had uncovered the truth overnight?

Seeing the astonishment in Yan Zui’s eyes, Qi Yunwei smiled faintly and pulled her to sit down. “Coincidence.”

If it hadn’t been for Yan Zui’s upcoming birthday, Yan Zhao wouldn’t have swallowed his pride to call her.

And if he hadn’t called, and she hadn’t provoked him into revealing more, the truth might have stayed buried much longer.

In the end, it all came down to one thing—Yan Zui’s birthday really was a blessing in disguise.

“Even though my foresight doesn’t seem to work on him,” Qi Yunwei continued, “the evidence and logic are enough. The kidnapper was most likely Wen Fu.”

She said, “Wen Fu’s confidence in his disguise is almost laughable. He thinks I can’t see through him. If he ever found out I pegged him for a scumbag the moment we met, he’d probably die of rage.”

All his wicked deeds had gone unnoticed—until the day she came along, armed with the knowledge of how the story was supposed to go.

Yan Zui, already wary of Wen Fu thanks to Qi Yunwei’s earlier warnings, still couldn’t hide her shock when she realized he might be the man who had kidnapped her and killed Yan Qing.

“That’s horrifying,” she murmured. “I did tell you before—Wen Fu started getting close to my father not long after the kidnapping incident.”

“He said he’d marry you once you grew up. Befriending your family was just his way of keeping you under watch.”

“I always saw him as a respectable elder,” Yan Zui said, shaken. “He never once behaved inappropriately toward me all these years.”

“That’s because he never got the chance,” Qi Yunwei replied. “You grew colder as your family distanced themselves from you. Once you went off to college, you rarely came home, so he could barely even see you. Then, when you declared yourself a single-for-life type, you shut that door completely.”

“He’s the kind of man who’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants. If the opportunity doesn’t come, he’ll make one himself.”

Yan Zui suddenly asked, “By the way, how did you end up at that Horace banquet that night?”

Qi Yunwei blinked, caught off guard. “Why are you asking that all of a sudden?”

Yan Zui frowned slightly. “Maybe I’m overthinking, but when you trace everything back logically, the pattern starts to make sense. Tell me what happened.”

Qi Yunwei wasn’t the original owner of this body—she didn’t actually have those memories. So she could only repeat what the novel itself had described. “My aunt got a few invitations from a friend, and she took my parents and me along.”

It had been Qi Jiusi who helped her get the invitation and the medicine, too.

Since transmigrating, Qi Yunwei had never been close to Qi Jiusi. Though her aunt often helped her, Yunwei couldn’t agree with her indulgent, warped sense of family loyalty—and so she couldn’t bring herself to treat her as a true elder.

At first, Yunwei had worried about how to deal with her aunt’s frequent visits, but Qi Jiusi seemed busy with her own affairs. Other than appearing at the occasional family gathering, she had mostly stayed out of Yunwei’s life since helping her marry into the wealthy family.

Part of Yunwei was relieved; another part couldn’t help but wonder why. Her aunt always seemed to show up only at pivotal moments—just enough to nudge the “main character” forward, like a well-trained plot device.

“Your aunt.” Yan Zui recalled, “She never married, right?”

When she had met Qi Yunwei’s family, she’d never seen any sign of an uncle.