I Heard I’m a Scummy Alpha? [Transmigration] - Chapter 118 (END)

After Wen Fu was apprehended, the decade-old kidnapping case was reopened.

When Yan Zhao and He Ran went to the police station to give their statements, the authorities showed them footage of Wen Fu. After watching it, both of them turned pale and remained silent for a long while.

The truth they had believed for ten years was suddenly overturned, and neither could accept it.

It turned out that the daughter they had mourned for ten years—the eldest—was actually the mastermind behind the kidnapping. It was her jealousy that had driven her to attempt to harm her younger sister, which inadvertently led to her own death.

“Why did this happen?” He Ran asked, staring at Yan Zhao with a blank expression. She tried to piece together the past. Their eldest daughter, being lively, adorable, and their firstborn, had always received more affection than her younger sister—even though the younger was more beautiful and talented. Yet, surprisingly, this favoritism hadn’t eased her jealousy at all.

Yan Zhao seemed to age ten years in an instant. The vitality drained from him, streaks of gray appearing at his temples, deepening the lines on his face.

In that kidnapping case, Yan Zui had been the most innocent, yet they had harbored resentment toward her for over a decade due to a misunderstanding.

After crying that one time, Yan Zui seemed to have truly let go.

Though she had constantly reminded herself that her sister’s death wasn’t her fault, she had still struggled with lingering self-blame.

Now, knowing she had done nothing wrong, Yan Zui felt completely free of the psychological burden. Even if Qi Yunwei stayed late at work, she could sleep peacefully without insomnia.

A few days later, Yan Zui’s birthday arrived.

Qi Yunwei spent the entire day taking Yan Zui out. They rode roller coasters at an amusement park, watched the latest movie, had lunch, visited an art exhibition, and then stopped by a nearby flower shop. Qi Yunwei gifted Yan Zui a bright bouquet of sunflowers.

Yan Zui had thought the birthday celebrations were over; she would have been happy just having a hot pot dinner together at home.

Pushing open the door, she stepped inside. Qi Yunwei gently guided her forward, and—unlike usual—the lights didn’t turn on automatically. Yan Zui hesitated in the dark. “The lights seem broken.”

“Boom!” Suddenly, colored lights illuminated the room, and beautiful ribbons cascaded over her. Huang Momo, Zhou Xiao, Wu Baizhi, Zhou Tang, Secretary Shen, Director Zhao and his wife, and Commander Wu and his wife each held a rose. They placed the roses together in a bouquet and handed it to Qi Yunwei. Smiling, cheeks faintly flushed, Qi Yunwei approached Yan Zui.

“I want to give you the joy of sunflowers and the love of roses,” Qi Yunwei said softly. “Yan Zui, will you marry me? I want to give you sunflowers and roses every day from now on.”

Dazed, Yan Zui accepted the bouquet. She instinctively replied, “Yes,” before realizing what had just happened when Qi Yunwei slipped a ring onto her finger amid cheers.

Qi Yunwei had proposed!

Enveloped in Qi Yunwei’s arms, Yan Zui felt a tender kiss on her lips. When she opened her eyes, she met Qi Yunwei’s smiling gaze and couldn’t help but smile back.

Huang Momo wheeled in a birthday cake for Yan Zui to make a wish. After she blew out the candles, everyone sang “Happy Birthday,” and Yan Zui and Qi Yunwei cut the cake and shared it with everyone.

The day felt surreal, like a dream.

Yan Zui asked, “When did you start preparing all this?”

Her birthday and a proposal.

“From the moment I fell in love with you,” Qi Yunwei replied.

Yan Zui’s cheeks flushed slightly, her deep blue eyes sparkling. “I have something to tell you, actually—”

[Someone’s at the door! Someone’s at the door!]

“Huh? Someone’s here!” Huang Momo exclaimed, running to open it.

Yan Zui’s words were interrupted. Curious, she and Qi Yunwei walked to the door.

“Momo, who is it?” Yan Zui asked.

Huang Momo stammered, “Uncle, Auntie, You, you two.”

Yan Zhao and He Ran entered. Their eyes fell solely on Yan Zui. They stepped forward and placed gift boxes in her hands.

“Happy birthday,” Yan Zhao said. “Your mother really wanted to celebrate with you, so I brought her along. I hope we’re not disturbing you.”

Yan Zui remained silent, examining them.

Both were just fifty, yet age showed cruelly—bloodshot eyes, deep wrinkles, and gray hair prominent. He Ran’s eyes brimmed with tears; her lips trembled as if she wanted to speak but dared not.

Qi Yunwei smiled warmly. “No, it’s fine. Why don’t you stay and celebrate Yan Zui’s birthday with us?”

Carefully, they looked at Yan Zui. She opened the gifts, saw property transfer certificates inside, and quietly closed the boxes. “This is far too valuable. I can’t accept it.”

There was no point begging for forgiveness when it had already ceased to matter.

She had grown up without parental love. Now, Qi Yunwei’s love was enough. Yan Zui had decided to treat them as ordinary relatives.

Yan Zhao pleaded, “Yan Zui, your mother and I owe you so much. These are our compensation. You don’t have to forgive us, but please accept these.”

Yan Zui’s tone was cool. “I’ve said it. I don’t accept such lavish gifts.”

Qi Yunwei interjected, “Mom, Dad, the last thing Yan Zui and I need is money. If you truly want to give a gift, choose something small and meaningful.”

Hearing this, their faces lost some color.

They had thought the most precious thing was their wealth, but it turned out Yan Zui needed none of it.

Qi Yunwei left Yan Zhao and He Ran at the edge of the birthday celebration. They sat quietly, sorrow written across their faces. Director Zhao approached to console them, but it was useless. Returning to his wife, he sighed, “Old Yan looks so pitiful.”

“Pitiful? They brought it on themselves,” Mrs. Zhao scoffed. “The one who suffered was Yan Zui. She bore it all with strength, yet you pity her parents because of their sorrow? Ridiculous.”

Qi Yunwei asked what Yan Zui had been about to tell her.

Standing on tiptoe, Yan Zui whispered in Qi Yunwei’s ear, “I’m pregnant.”

“What?” Qi Yunwei froze in shock.

Yan Zui smiled, showing her the medical report. “Just over a month along.”

Huang Momo, eavesdropping nearby, squealed in excitement. “Oh my god, Zui Zui! You’re pregnant! I’m going to be an aunt!”

Everyone present shared the joy. Yan Zhao and He Ran had longed for this child. Having already given up, they were overjoyed beyond words. One moment, Yan Zhao worried that Yan Zui would refuse the inheritance and sell off the corporation’s shares for charity after they passed. The next, he was determined to manage the company, ensuring all shares would go to Yan Zui’s child—the future heir.

In mere seconds, though the gray hair and wrinkles remained, Yan Zhao and He Ran’s faces glowed with newfound vitality.

Yan Zui refused their compensation, so they poured it into the child.

Nine months later, Qi Yunwei and Yan Zui’s daughter, Yan Ning, was born.

From the start, Yan Ning knew she was born with a silver—and diamond—spoon in her mouth.

At her full month celebration, Yan Zhao announced that all his future assets would be inherited by Yan Ning, stunning the guests.

When Yan Ning turned one, Qi Yunwei’s third holographic game, Star Dream Cruise, had taken the country by storm. With China’s 1.3 billion population, 500 million were playing it—far surpassing her previous two games.

By the time Yan Ning turned three, Qi Yunwei became the world’s richest person. She and Yan Zui held a grand wedding, with Yan Ning appearing as the flower girl in a beautiful dress.

Before Yan Ning appeared, all eyes were on Yan Zui. Once she arrived, the tiny girl stole everyone’s attention.

Yan Ning perfectly inherited her mothers’ beauty. Even as a small child, her fair, tender skin and adorable charm hinted at her ability to captivate all around her. Moreover, she was destined to inherit Yan Corporation and Yunmengze.

Yan Ning was even more beloved than money itself, and everyone eagerly awaited the day she would grow up.