I Heard I’m a Scummy Alpha? [Transmigration] - Chapter 117.1

Soon, the day came for them to visit Wen Fu’s home.

Since it was a private gathering, there was no need to dress too formally. Qi Yunwei and Yan Zui opted for simple, casual clothes as they made their way to Wen Fu’s residence.

Wen Fu lived in a secluded villa on the outskirts of the city. As they set out, the evening sky suddenly darkened, thick clouds swallowing the moon and stars.

Zhou Xiao, who was driving, couldn’t help feeling a mix of excitement and tension as he recalled what Qi Yunwei had told him.

They were about to visit the home of a murderer—their purpose: to find evidence of his crime.

From a distance, Zhou Xiao could already see the villa’s warm glow piercing the darkness. To others, it might have looked like a welcoming beacon; to him, it resembled the gaping maw of a bloodthirsty beast, its light nothing more than bait to lure prey inside.

And they were driving straight into its jaws.

It looked like they were courting death—but perhaps, once inside, they might be able to strike from within and slay the beast.

Zhou Xiao parked the car in front of the villa. The three of them stepped out together and walked up to the entrance.

Qi Yunwei pressed the doorbell, and Wen Fu personally came to open the door.

He greeted Qi Yunwei and Yan Zui warmly, shaking hands with both before his gaze landed on the tall, broad-shouldered man standing behind them. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

“And this is?”

“My bodyguard, Zhou Xiao,” Qi Yunwei replied smoothly. Zhou Xiao was her official bodyguard—though there were three others secretly assigned by Commander Wu, hidden nearby and watching from the shadows.

With a light chuckle, Wen Fu said, “Does Yunwei still not trust me? Even coming to my house, you have to bring a bodyguard?”

Qi Yunwei smiled faintly. “Of course not. The truth is, someone gave Zhou Xiao strict orders to never leave my side, no matter where I go. I wouldn’t dare refuse him—I have no choice but to bring him everywhere.”

Then she added, feigning helplessness, “Funny thing is, I’m the one who pays his salary, yet he won’t even listen to me. And I can’t exactly complain about it, can I? Tell me, who am I supposed to argue with?”

Wen Fu’s smile stiffened slightly. “Well, that’s just how they show they care for you from above. Come in—it’s warm outside.”

He led the three of them into the villa and ushered them into the living room.

Though Wen Fu was a scientist, his home was filled with an artist’s taste—ancient paintings lined the walls, and the display shelves were dotted with graceful, valuable porcelain vases.

A dozen guests were scattered around the room, chatting in small groups or admiring the artwork.

“Everyone,” Wen Fu called out with a genial tone, “let me introduce two new friends.”

At his words, the guests turned their heads. When they saw Qi Yunwei and Yan Zui, their eyes lit up, and they quickly gathered around.

Qi Yunwei recognized several faces—industry magnates who had also attended the Century Hotel banquet last time.

For Wen Fu to invite this crowd to a private gathering, his network truly ran deep.

“You all probably know them,” Wen Fu said with a laugh. “Qi Yunwei, the owner of Yunmengze, and Yan Zui, the former president of the Yan Corporation. Both are extremely busy people—it wasn’t easy getting them here tonight. Be on your best behavior; don’t be too enthusiastic and scare them off.”

After shaking hands with the others, Qi Yunwei and Yan Zui were guided to a sofa. Zhou Xiao stood directly behind Qi Yunwei, his stance alert and unwavering.

Wen Fu tried to ignore him, but Zhou Xiao’s towering frame made that impossible—no matter where Wen Fu looked, the man’s shadow was always there.

“Let me say this first,” Wen Fu began lightly. “Tonight is just a casual gathering. We can all share our thoughts—be it frustrations, small joys, or anything on your mind. Just one rule: no talk about work.”

The housekeeper brought out drinks and an assortment of delicate snacks, placing them on the coffee table. Wen Fu personally picked up a glass and handed it to Qi Yunwei.

“Our housekeeper’s specialty—freshly made fruit drink. Sweet and refreshing.”

Qi Yunwei took it politely and thanked him but didn’t drink.

Seeing that, Wen Fu smiled faintly and said nothing. Instead, he passed her a plate of pastries.

Zhou Xiao immediately interjected, “Boss, you shouldn’t eat or drink anything unverified.”

He spoke loudly enough for both Qi Yunwei and Wen Fu to hear.

Wen Fu’s smile faltered. “Surely you don’t think I’d harm Yunwei in my own home? Everything was prepared by the housekeeper—there’s absolutely nothing to worry about.”

Another guest chimed in, “You’re being too cautious, young man. We’ve all eaten and drunk the same things—nothing’s happened to us.”

Zhou Xiao didn’t budge. The tension in his muscular arms was obvious, as though he was ready to snatch the food away at any second.

The others exchanged bemused looks. To them, his wariness seemed unnecessary—someone like Wen Fu, with his reputation, couldn’t possibly have harbored ill intentions for this long without anyone noticing.

Qi Yunwei broke the awkwardness with a gentle smile. “He’s just doing his job. Don’t make things hard for him. I’ve already eaten dinner before coming here—no need for anything more. Why don’t we get to the main topic?”

As she spoke, she gave Wen Fu a subtle look, reminding him why they had come.

Wen Fu caught her cue immediately. “Just now, Mr. Yu Hang said he wanted to share some good news. Let’s all listen to his story first.”

The man named Yu Hang raised his hand to signal it was him, then began to speak animatedly. His storytelling was vivid and engaging, drawing laughter and lively discussion from everyone. Soon, the room was filled with chatter and laughter.

“I’m going to the restroom,” Yan Zui whispered into Qi Yunwei’s ear.

Qi Yunwei nodded. “The housekeeper should be in the kitchen—if you’re not sure where it is, you can ask her.”

When Qi Yunwei turned back, she caught Wen Fu glancing in the direction Yan Zui had gone. In a low voice, she said, “She’s going to the restroom, but she doesn’t know where it is. I told her to ask the housekeeper.”

Wen Fu nodded in understanding, though his attention was clearly divided; as others continued to share stories, his eyes kept flicking toward the hallway.

After about five minutes, Yan Zui returned. Out of the corner of her eye, Qi Yunwei noticed Wen Fu’s clasped hands finally relax, his whole posture easing.

Yan Zui leaned close and murmured, “I’ve roughly figured out where the study and bedroom are.”

Qi Yunwei nodded approvingly, lifting a hand to gently ruffle her hair, her eyes soft with affection.

The sight drew curious stares from the others—the storyteller’s voice faltered, then trailed off completely.

Qi Yunwei looked up at the suddenly silent room. “What’s wrong? Are we done sharing stories already?”

Wen Fu smiled kindly, though a faint shadow flickered behind his eyes. “Everyone’s already shared theirs. Now only you and Zui Zui haven’t yet.”

Qi Yunwei laughed lightly. “I spend most of my days in front of a computer—nothing interesting to share.”

Then she turned to Yan Zui. “Why don’t you share something instead?”

Wen Fu added, “Yes, Zui Zui—anything will do. It could be something from before or now, happy or sad—it’s up to you.”

Feeling all eyes on her, Yan Zui frowned slightly. “I don’t have any stories to share.”

Her tone was cool, and the sudden chill in her voice cast an awkward silence over the room.

Wen Fu quickly smoothed things over with practiced charm, lightening the mood again and steering the conversation elsewhere.

After a glance at his watch, he said, “It’s getting late. Let’s call it a night.”

The guests gradually took their leave, until only Qi Yunwei and Yan Zui remained—at Wen Fu’s invitation.

The three moved to the balcony. Wen Fu said gently, “Zui Zui, though I’ve never been married, I have been in love. Between lovers, honesty is the foundation of everything—and I believe marriage works the same way. Some things Yunwei doesn’t ask not because she doesn’t care, but because she respects you. She doesn’t want to make you sad.”

Yan Zui lowered her gaze. “I understand, Uncle Wen.”

Wen Fu looked as though he wanted to continue, but Yan Zui suddenly rose. “I’m going to the restroom,” she said softly, and walked away.

Watching her go, Wen Fu turned to the anxious Qi Yunwei. “Don’t worry. She’ll talk eventually. She’s just struggling with her feelings—give her time. She’ll come back.”

As he spoke, he poured a cup of flower tea for Qi Yunwei. She reached for it, but before it touched her lips, a large hand darted out from above and snatched the cup away.

“Boss, don’t drink that,” Zhou Xiao said flatly.

Wen Fu: “…”

This time, Yan Zui took longer to return. But unlike before, Wen Fu didn’t seem the least bit nervous.

When she finally came back, Wen Fu resumed the conversation, coaxing her gently. At last, under Qi Yunwei’s quiet, encouraging gaze, Yan Zui opened up—revealing what had really happened ten years ago.

She spoke calmly, her voice steady, as if recounting something that no longer mattered.

But Wen Fu knew better. Inside, Yan Zui was far from calm—because she remembered every detail of that night.

And realizing that she’d been replaying the kidnapping in her mind for the past ten years made Wen Fu’s pulse quicken uncontrollably.

His face remained composed, but the tips of his ears flushed red.

Qi Yunwei timed her show of concern for Yan Zui perfectly; in front of Wen Fu their relationship took a step forward.

The small, unnameable thrill Wen Fu had felt just then suddenly evaporated.

He steadied himself and pushed the tea and desserts toward Yan Zui — the pastries were fresh and smelled of fruit. “Have some dessert. It’ll put you in a better mood.”

Wen Fu’s eyes flicked toward Zhou Xiao.

This time Zhou Xiao didn’t intervene; Yan Zui managed to bring a piece of dessert to her lips.

After Qi Yunwei and Yan Zui unburdened themselves to Wen Fu, they lingered while Wen Fu kept them talking for a while longer, then rose to take their leave.

They reached the doorway when a sudden dizziness struck them all. One after another they fainted, collapsing to the floor.

Wen Fu looked at the three unconscious bodies and smiled softly.

At the same time, a short distance from Wen Fu’s villa an RV — apparently a camping rig — held several policemen who had been monitoring the surveillance feed. They suddenly erupted into excitement. “Wen Fu made a move!”

“That old bastard — he hid it well. Before he acted I actually treated him like an idol. I thought Qi Yunwei had misjudged him.”

Before Qi Yunwei went to the meeting she’d voiced her suspicions to Commander Wu, who had arranged for a police chief he knew to back her. The station had sent a few officers to handle surveillance.

All three of them were wearing pinhole cameras that couldn’t be picked up by the usual detection equipment. Once the monitoring officers had gathered enough evidence they would immediately alert the nearby armed police to rescue them.

Inside the detached villa, Wen Fu called for the cook and had the three people carried to separate guest rooms. Qi Yunwei and Zhou Xiao were tied to chairs; Yan Zui was bound to a bed.

The cook seemed used to this sort of thing. Despite her small frame she was surprisingly strong, and she easily carried and secured them exactly as Wen Fu had instructed.

Wen Fu ignored Zhou Xiao and went straight to the room where Qi Yunwei was held.

He carried a bottle of solution and sprayed Qi Yunwei twice in the face. She frowned and slowly opened her eyes.

She looked around, puzzled by her situation, and glared at Wen Fu. “Professor Wen, what’s going on? Why am I tied up here?”

Wen Fu smiled faintly. “Why—don’t you already know why? Qi Yunwei, what right do you have to possess Yan Zui?”

At the sound of Yan Zui’s name Qi Yunwei snapped awake. “Don’t you dare touch her!”

Wen Fu slapped her face without ceremony. “You’re the one in my hands now. What right do you have to tell me not to touch her?”

Qi Yunwei’s face flushed with anger. She struggled, but the bindings were too tight — she couldn’t move.

“Wen Fu, you hid your true self so well. I never expected you’d be capable of this!” she spat.

“Hah.” Wen Fu sneered. “There are a lot of things you didn’t expect. Ten years ago I told Yan Zui I would marry her — but you beat me to it. Be grateful.”

Qi Yunwei’s pupils constricted. “You’re the one who kidnapped Yan Zui ten years ago? You killed Yan Qing?”

Wen Fu calmly mixed a poison at the side table. “Yes. I’m one of the protagonists in the story Yan Zui just told.”

“You must be wondering why someone like me would kidnap them. The truth is Yan Zui doesn’t know. Aside from me, there was one other person who knew the truth — but that person is long dead. I killed them.”

“What do you mean? Who’s the other person you killed? Besides Yan Qing, you murdered someone else? An accomplice?” Qi Yunwei demanded.

Wen Fu walked over with the vial and smiled. “Of course not. I only ever murdered Yan Qing. The second one will be you.”

“But you’re on the edge of something — Yan Qing could, perhaps, be considered my accomplice,” he added.

“If you keep being so foolish, you won’t have long to live,” Wen Fu sighed.

Qi Yunwei frowned. “Professor Wen, the more you explain, the more confused I am. Please don’t make me die with questions unanswered.”

Wen Fu laughed at her request. “Facing death, you don’t beg me for mercy — you demand the truth. I rather admire that. I’ll satisfy your dying wish.”

The story was simple. Ten years ago Wen Fu wasn’t yet a professor at Guangnan University. His doctoral thesis had run into problems; his advisor declared he couldn’t graduate. He was crushed and even contemplated suicide.

Obsessed with face and reputation, he had always been the exemplary son. He couldn’t accept failure.

By chance he found a suicide forum where people discussed methods. He browsed and quietly selected his own way out. One day he came across a post: the poster said they wanted to die but asked if someone could kill another person for them first.

Wen Fu messaged the poster. “I can kill. I need money.”

The poster responded with surprising speed. Twenty thousand yuan — to buy the life of the poster’s sister.

“Why would you want your sister dead?” Wen Fu asked.

“She’s unbearable. Whenever she appears, I’m dimmed. Even the one I love comes to see her. I’m crazy with jealousy. Even if our parents favored me more I still want her gone. Help me kill her and I’ll give you twenty thousand.”

Ten thousand ten years ago was worth about two hundred thousand now — an unimaginable sum to Wen Fu. He agreed without hesitation.

Following the plan, he waited in a park and watched two girls approaching. He noticed the girl wearing a fox mask.

But before he could act the mask slipped and he saw her face.

Fifteen-year-old Yan Zui — already devastatingly beautiful. At the first glimpse Wen Fu wanted to marry her. How could something so lovely die?

So Wen Fu kidnapped both girls — he couldn’t let the one he’d seen die. He drugged them both and carried them to a prepared room.

He secured Yan Zui, then went to the other room to bind Yan Qing. Yan Qing woke early and struggled; in her panic she knocked Wen Fu’s mask off and saw his face.

“Even if she hadn’t seen my face, I wouldn’t let her live,” Wen Fu said with a smile. “If she lived she’d find ways to kill Yan Zui. Yan Zui is beautiful and pure, and clever enough to suspect her sister. If she knew her sister wanted to kill her, Yan Zui would be broken. I can’t let her suffer.”

Yan Qing had paid Wen Fu a ten-thousand deposit in advance. After escaping the police, Wen Fu used the money to commission a rewritten thesis and graduated successfully.

Qi Yunwei watched as Wen Fu brought a bowl close to her and asked, “Does my marking Yan Zui have anything to do with you?”

Wen Fu gave a slight, mocking smile. “You’re getting smarter. How did you guess?”

“What’s your relationship with my aunt?” Qi Yunwei asked, staring at him.

Wen Fu’s smile turned scornful. “No relationship. If I had to define it, it’s the relationship between a clever person and the fool who adores them. That woman so badly craves love — show her a little kindness and she’ll be utterly devoted to me, do whatever I want.”

“Too bad I don’t like fools.”

“If you like Yan Zui so much, why not pursue her yourself instead of having me mark her first?” Qi Yunwei shot back.

Wen Fu bristled. “You think I want it that way? After the incident ten years ago Yan Zui’s parents misunderstood her. She refused to be treated like a breeder and proclaimed herself single. How am I supposed to court her? Besides, the age gap would damage my reputation. But I wanted her badly. What could I do? I had to shatter her sense of self, make her believe an Omega’s fate is to be toyed with by Alphas, then save her — only then could I take her without risk.”

Qi Yunwei noticed Wen Fu add an “-s” after “Alpha” and her heart skipped. “Qi Fanghuai, Xuan Mingzhu, Xuan Baiquan, Qin Lifeng, Qiao Haiyue, Liang Kejue — are they obsessed because of you?”

Wen Fu looked at her with approval. “Right. Those people were my careful selections of Alphas. Marrying you — a worthless thing — was only the first step to break Yan Zui’s spirit. Those others are the key.”

Wen Fu had been setting things up for five years. Each of those men had psychological issues; he’d bribed their therapists to plant subtle suggestions so that at the first sight of Yan Zui they’d fall as madly in love as he had.

All the scumbags Qi Yunwei had encountered were merely Wen Fu’s tools.

“That’s all I wanted to say. Now go meet your fate.” Wen Fu lifted the bowl and approached.

“Aunt?” Qi Yunwei suddenly cried out.

Wen Fu instinctively looked back — and a boot flew into his face, knocking him flat.

The armed police outside had heard everything. Their anger at this monster translated into extraordinary force; Wen Fu was lifted twenty centimeters into the air and thudded down, pale and doubled over, cold sweat pouring from him, unable to speak.

As the officers cut Qi Yunwei’s ropes one of them kicked Wen Fu again, as if kicking trash, and shoved him into a corner.

Qi Yunwei worriedly asked, “If something happens to him, will you be punished?”

The officer replied confidently, “Even if he dies of pain, the hospital won’t find anything.”

Qi Yunwei left the room and ran to the next where Yan Zui was kept.

Yan Zui was tied to the bed, blindfolded with a silk ribbon already soaked through with tears; strands of hair were plastered to her cheeks.

Qi Yunwei guessed Yan Zui had heard the truth. She hurried over, untied her hands and feet, and removed the ribbon from her eyes. Yan Zui’s translucent, ink-dark eyes were swimming with tears. Qi Yunwei held her to her chest, aching with pity.

Qi Yunwei and the others were successfully rescued.

The full truth of Wen Fu’s crimes had been recorded. The police found the clothes and tools he’d used in his original crimes at his villa, along with a notebook documenting his “achievements.”