I Heard I’m a Scummy Alpha? [Transmigration] - Chapter 39

Qi Yunwei took a sip of wine, letting herself relax as she leaned back in her chair. “I just happened to overhear someone say that the deceased was Feng Yue’s wife. Since your name is Feng Yue, I thought I’d mention it to see your reaction.”

Feng Yue’s expression grew serious, as if he truly believed her. “What do you know about my wife? If it turns out to be true, I’ll give you anything. I’ve been in this line of work long enough to know—if someone does me a favor, I’ll repay it!”

Qi Yunwei believed him.

As they spoke, Zhou Xiao widened his eyes, curious to hear more, while Yan Zui seemed uninterested and focused on her meal.

Qi Yunwei said, “Empty words won’t help. Even if I tell you the truth, you might not believe me. It’s better if you investigate for yourself. I’ll give you a clue.”

Feng Yue leaned forward eagerly. “I’m all ears.”

“If I remember correctly, the day your wife died was your wedding anniversary. That morning, she went to a jewelry shop to pick up a refurbished gold bracelet—you had given it to her when you married, but she’d never worn it. That bracelet is now in the hands of your enemy.”

Feng Yue’s heart sank as he listened. After his wife’s death, he had been in a daze—spacing out during the day and plagued by nightmares at night. Later, Qin Feili had brought in a master, who advised him to seal the room they had lived in together and not take anything from it. Following the advice, he moved to another residence and gradually recovered—but he had no more goals to pursue, so he quietly helped Qin Feili with some legitimate matters.

How could Qi Yunwei know so much?

Feng Yue paused. “What you’re saying sounds so real, but I can’t be certain. I need to see if the bracelet is still there.”

Qi Yunwei replied, “Of course. Once you confirm it, contact me anytime, and I’ll give you more clues.”

Fighting crime is everyone’s responsibility.

After the meal, Zhou Xiao drove Qi Yunwei and Yan Zui home, while Feng Yue drove straight to his late wife’s old residence.

After a two-hour drive, he arrived at the worn-down apartment building. Carrying the keys, he went to the top floor, which had only one unit. The door was covered with a thick layer of dust.

With trembling hands, Feng Yue unlocked the security door and stepped inside, turning on the flashlight he had brought.

After more than twenty years of vacancy, the furniture was barely recognizable. His memories carried him back to that night—he had come home from work intending to surprise his wife, take her to dinner, and propose to her again with a newly bought diamond ring.

But the lights were off, and she wasn’t home. At that time, there were no cell phones. She had come to this city alone to build a life with him, without family or friends. Feng Yue could only contact Qin Feili to help search for her.

He waited for more than two hours, growing increasingly anxious. Then the mailman delivered a package. When Feng Yue opened it, he found a box of ashes and a note: these were his wife’s ashes, a warning never to offend the wrong people.

Feng Yue nearly went mad.

It was Qin Feili’s loyalty that saved him—concerned for his safety, he came looking for Feng Yue. Seeing what was in his hands, Qin Feili asked if he had offended anyone recently.

Feng Yue admitted he rarely made enemies, except for a rival, Wang Renzhi, with whom he had a minor conflict two days before.

Qin Feili immediately concluded it was Wang Renzhi and led men to exact revenge. The next morning, Wang Renzhi’s body was brought back.

Feng Yue had been grateful ever since. Without Qin Feili, he could never have avenged his wife so quickly.

Even after twenty years away, Feng Yue knew the layout of the apartment perfectly.

He went to the study that had been converted into his wife’s walk-in closet. At the back was a dressing table. Carefully, he opened the drawer and retrieved a modest wooden box.

The box was fragile and worthless, cracking at a touch. Feng Yue gently opened it—the lid split in two and fell apart.

Thankfully, the sponge inside was intact. He discarded the box base, blew off the wood fragments, and used the flashlight tucked under his arm to inspect the jewelry on the sponge.

There was a necklace and two small earrings—but the space for the bracelet was empty.

Feng Yue’s heart sank. Qi Yunwei’s words matched perfectly. Could it be that Wang Renzhi hadn’t killed his wife? Then who else could have held a grudge against him?

Staring blankly at the gold jewelry in his hands, his chest tightened with pain.

By eight in the evening, Younger Brother B, Xiao Di Yi woke up and immediately withdrew the accusation against Qin Lifeng. Being an Alpha, Qin Lifeng was quickly released.

Feng Yue personally went to the police station to fetch him and then drove him back to the Qin residence.

That night, the Qin estate was brightly lit. After getting out of the car at the villa entrance, they stepped inside. Passing the foyer, the grand living room opened up before them.

The enormous space extended to the second floor, six meters high, with a massive crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Below it was an intricately patterned carpet—every month, Qin Feili would host balls here.

In the living room, Qin Feili sat on the sofa smoking a cigar.

No longer as tall as in his youth, he was now a slightly overweight middle-aged man. The white smoke obscured his expression.

Qin Lifeng, his only son, had been spoiled since childhood. After the incident and stint in the police station, Qin Feili didn’t immediately check on him. Instead, he invited Feng Yue to sit beside him, removed his cigar, and thanked him.

“My son misbehaved and caused you trouble. Consider him your son too—let Lifeng take care of you in the future!”

Sitting across, Qin Lifeng said, “Dad, even if you didn’t say it, I would take care of my godfather.”

Feng Yue looked at Qin Lifeng, feeling relieved. “He may have a temper, but he’s a good boy.”

Qin Feili smiled warmly, then turned worried. “I heard you went back to your old residence. Why now? If something happens to you, my sister-in-law in the afterlife won’t rest easy.”

The father and son’s concern warmed Feng Yue’s heart. “It’s nothing, Big Brother. I just thought of Lingling and wanted to see the place one last time. I won’t go back again.”

Qin Feili relaxed and patted Feng Yue’s shoulder. “The living are the most important. For my sister-in-law, take care of yourself.”

“I will, Big Brother.” Feng Yue replied.

Meanwhile, Yan Zui continued running on the treadmill in the apartment gym. Qi Yunwei had exercised for only half an hour before panting heavily, her legs weak. She slumped onto the sofa to rest.

After resting for a while, her phone vibrated—Xuan Baiquan had sent a message!

To handle the Xuan siblings, Xuan Mingzhu and Xuan Baiquan, Qi Yunwei had prepared two phones. Each sibling had their own distinct ringtone, so as soon as a phone rang, she knew exactly who was messaging.

Opening the WeChat account that only had Xuan Baiquan as a contact, she saw a tentative message from him.

Xuan Baiquan: “Xiao Jiu, are you still busy?”

Although Qi Yunwei had never been in a relationship, she was well-versed in theory. She knew one shouldn’t always be the one to initiate. Adding him on WeChat had already been the peak of her initiative; from now on, she wouldn’t send another message first.

She could hold back—but Xuan Baiquan? He wouldn’t be able to.

Scumbags are always the same: the more you ignore them, the more eagerly they come running.

Heaven in Water: “Just finished an hour of exercise. Trying to keep in shape~”

Xuan Baiquan adored Yan Zui’s wavy WeChat status; every time he saw it, his heart raced and a tingling warmth spread through him.

Xuan Baiquan: “An Omega as disciplined as you is rare.”

Heaven in Water: “By the way, what’s your sister doing right now?”

Xuan Baiquan’s heart skipped a beat. Why would she ask about his sister? Could it be that his sister’s allure was stronger than mine?

Xuan Baiquan: “Haha, we’re not in the same room, so I don’t know. Maybe she’s sleeping, or maybe in a meeting.”

Heaven in Water: “Probably sleeping. If she was in a meeting, she wouldn’t leave out her project manager, right?”

Xuan Baiquan: “Yeah”

But inside, he felt uneasy. Maybe she really was in a meeting and didn’t tell me because I’m not important.

Though he had become project manager under Xuan Zeming, he had no real authority over his subordinates, and no one cared about his opinions. Only his sister’s words carried weight.

Being Xuan Zeming’s children but holding different positions in the company meant they were treated completely differently.

He had accepted this before, thinking it was fine—after all, he had no interest in managing the company, so letting his sister handle it was convenient. But now, his desire for power had grown stronger and stronger.

He knew very well: if he hadn’t become project manager, Yan Zui might not even have noticed he existed.

Qi Yunwei kept the conversation light, chatting casually for a bit before using the excuse of going to freshen up to end it.

At the hotel, after putting down his phone, Xuan Baiquan couldn’t sit still.

Qi Yunwei had lost interest in chatting once she learned he never participated in company meetings—and she hadn’t even bothered to come up with a proper excuse.

It was barely past eight. Who washes up this early?

Frustrated, he got up and, holding his key card, went to knock on Xuan Mingzhu’s door next door.

After a long wait, Xuan Mingzhu finally came to open it.

Seeing him, she raised an eyebrow. “It’s late. Do you need something?”

Xuan Baiquan: “Sis, I’m the project manager, right? Tomorrow we have to discuss contract terms with Yan Corporation. I don’t know what clauses our group has drafted, so I wanted to ask you.”

Xuan Mingzhu sized him up and stepped aside. “We’re in a meeting. Come in and listen.”

His ambition to grab power almost couldn’t be contained. Xuan Mingzhu feared completely excluding him, because if he went to Xuan Zeming, and Zeming gave him full authority over the project, all her recent efforts would have been wasted.

She wouldn’t give him the chance to snitch.

Xuan Baiquan had never studied business; his university major was in the arts. Xuan Mingzhu didn’t believe he could make a mark in the market just by sitting in on meetings.

He pressed his lips together and entered the room.

As expected, if he hadn’t come, they wouldn’t have notified him at all.

Xuan Mingzhu closed the door and told him, “Wait a moment. I’m going to the restroom.”

She took her phone into the restroom and sent a message to Qi Yunwei.

Xuan Mingzhu: “I have an idea to deal with Xuan Baiquan. It should make him back off.”

Qi Yunwei replied almost immediately.

Qi Yunwei: “What idea?”

Then realizing this was a quid pro quo, she sent another message:

Qi Yunwei: “What do you need?”

Xuan Mingzhu: “It’s simple. Just stir up some trouble with the contract terms tomorrow. I won’t shortchange you.”

Qi Yunwei: “I have plenty of money, no need to worry about that. Helping with contract terms would be betraying Yan Zui—I won’t do it. Think of another request.”

Xuan Mingzhu clicked her tongue—Qi Yunwei was tricky.

But anyone can be persuaded if you know their weak spot.

Xuan Mingzhu: “Our project is complex—you’ve seen the meetings over the past two days. If Yan Zui takes the lead, she’ll expand her workload beyond the Yan Corporation’s tasks. That will leave you two with much less time together.

Couples who have no time together gradually drift apart. When Yan Zui stops loving you, do you think she’ll still give you endless money and be so tolerant of you?”

Xuan Mingzhu: “I’m truly looking out for you. Let work stay with us single dogs [laughs].”

Yan Zui walked out of the gym and saw Qi Yunwei staring at her phone with a strange expression. She went behind the sofa, resting her hands on the backrest, leaned slightly forward, and read the cautionary message from Xuan

Mingzhu, scoffing. “She’s trying to trick you like a fool.”

“You don’t get it,” Qi Yunwei said, turning her head, locking eyes with Yan Zui. “For someone in the throes of love, what Xuan Mingzhu said hits right at the heart. If I were a love-struck fool, I might have really been swayed.”

The distance between them was less than ten centimeters—delicate, flawless skin, damp lashes, and misty dark-blue eyes. Qi Yunwei froze slightly at the sight of Yan Zui’s rain-soaked, siren-like face so close.

Yan Zui’s warmth brushed against her face, the scent of pheromones mingled with sweat, filling the air. Qi Yunwei’s throat felt dry, and she instinctively stepped back.

Seeing her about to stumble, Yan Zui reached out, pulling her gently. “Careful.”

Her palm was hot. Qi Yunwei felt her blood begin to boil in response.

Her breathing quickened, and the subtle mix of sweat and pheromones drifted toward Yan Zui, deepening the flushed hue of her face from exercise.

“What’s happening?” Qi Yunwei asked, eyes wide.

It wasn’t Yan Zui’s monthly heat period, so why was she having the same reaction?