I Heard I’m a Scummy Alpha? [Transmigration] - Chapter 117.2

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.”