I Heard I’m a Scummy Alpha? [Transmigration] - Chapter 46

After receiving the documents, Qi Yunwei registered a new email address and sent them to Xuan Baiquan.

To make sure he wouldn’t miss it in case he wasn’t in the habit of checking email, Qi Yunwei brought it up while chatting with him that evening.

Heaven in Water: I’ve organized some materials and sent them to your inbox. They might help with your current work. Helping me isn’t just about the contract—I need a partner who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me.

Xuan Baiquan: [Excited] I’ll start studying right away!

Just those three sentences were enough to set Xuan Baiquan’s blood boiling, as if he could transform into a business elite on the spot.

With a jolt, he shot up from the sofa, clutching his laptop as he headed to the living room. Placing it on the coffee table, he sat down and logged into his email.

Email was the most frequently used tool in his line of work. On his very first day as a project manager, he had already shared his email with everyone.

Yet no one had ever taken him seriously. Not once had anyone sent him files, not even as a courtesy CC.

But Yan Zui was different. She knew exactly what he wanted and supported him wholeheartedly.

Of course, he told himself, he had given so much—so wasn’t it only natural for her to do all this for him?

Xuan Baiquan’s logic had always been like this: what first moved him quickly became, in his mind, nothing more than what he was owed.

Since childhood, he had grown used to being pampered, to receiving kindness without having to give thanks. Gratitude was something he had long forgotten.

He clicked open his inbox and was surprised to find two emails waiting for him.

One was from Yan Zui, sent just five minutes ago. The other, from a stranger, had arrived at 3:55 in the afternoon.

The subject line of the stranger’s email read: [You have another brother.]

What nonsense? He didn’t have a brother.

Frowning, he assumed it must be some kind of prank.

His mind resisted, but his hand betrayed him. The next second, he clicked it open.

“Background Investigation Report on Huang Xingyue, Mother of Xuan Zeming’s Illegitimate Son, Xuan Xin.”

Xuan Baiquan’s pupils contracted sharply. Xuan Zeming had an illegitimate child?

His and Xuan Mingzhu’s mother had died during childbirth. From then on, Xuan Zeming had raised the two of them alone. He had never once entertained the idea of remarrying, not even taken an Omega lover in over twenty years.

Could such a man really have a bastard child?

I’d like to see how you spin this one.

Scrolling down, the report detailed how Huang Xingyue and Xuan Zeming had met and fallen in love, how he abandoned her after latching onto a wealthy family’s heir, how she discovered her pregnancy, gave birth out of wedlock, and died in the hospital.

The second-to-last page contained details about Xuan Xin.

Xuan Zeming had known about Huang Xingyue’s pregnancy but hadn’t wanted the child. He allegedly bribed a nurse to cause an “accident” during childbirth so the baby would die.

But instead, it was Huang Xingyue who died—and the baby survived.

Xuan Zeming supposedly had the child sent to an orphanage, only recognizing him after he grew up and differentiated into an Alpha.

Xuan Baiquan’s hand trembled on the mouse. There was still one more page left.

He thought he had already guessed what it might say, yet part of him refused to believe it.

For more than twenty years, Xuan Zeming had been flawless in his eyes. Now, this report was tearing away that bright, polished veneer to expose the filth beneath.

Wiping his sweaty palm against his pants, he clicked on the final page.

It was about his and Xuan Mingzhu’s mother—Shu Xiner, the wealthy heiress Xuan Zeming had pursued.

A photo showed Xuan Zeming and Shu Xiner arguing the day before she went into labor. The caption read: [Suspected that Shu Xiner learned of Xuan Zeming’s illegitimate child.]

Then came a newspaper clipping: Shu Xiner, daughter of the richest man, had died in childbirth while delivering twins.

The report was riddled with gaps and speculation, yet Xuan Baiquan couldn’t stop himself from doubting. Could it be that his mother Shu Xiner’s death had been orchestrated by Xuan Zeming?

According to the report, the reason he never remarried afterward was because Shu Xiner’s father had only one daughter. So long as he didn’t remarry, the entire fortune would eventually belong to him.

And indeed, the outcome proved it true. Xuan Zeming inherited his father-in-law’s fortune and, immediately after his death, merged Shu Xin Group into what became Xuanqian Group.

Xuan Baiquan stared at the documents, frozen for a long time.

It wasn’t until his phone vibrated that he came back to his senses, eyes sore and red. He picked it up.

Heaven in Water: The data isn’t much, but it’s the essence. If you don’t understand something, you can always ask me. I’ll reply when I’m free.

Xuan Baiquan: Okay.

After replying, his whole body seemed drained of strength. He collapsed sideways onto the sofa.

If his mother really had been killed by Xuan Zeming, what could he do? What should he do? Kill Xuan Zeming himself?

No. He couldn’t take that risk alone.

There was Xuan Mingzhu and Xuan Xin.

Xuan Xin’s mother had also been killed by Xuan Zeming—and there was concrete evidence. Wouldn’t that give him every right to seek revenge?

The thought lit up his mind. He sat up at once, cut out the page about Shu Xiner, and saved it into a new file.

The report contained all of Xuan Xin’s contact information, including his email. Xuan Baiquan forwarded the file to him, and when the sent notification popped up, he finally let out a breath.

Now it was just a matter of waiting for Xuan Xin to open it.

To make sure he would, Xuan Baiquan sent him a text reminder.

By the time everything was done, he felt as if he had run ten kilometers.

The next morning, he woke on the sofa, not remembering when he’d fallen asleep. Groggily reaching for his phone, he saw a reply from Xuan Xin: Who are you? Why did you send me this?

Satisfied that Xuan Xin had read the email, Xuan Baiquan immediately blocked his number and deleted the messages.

There was still a meeting scheduled that morning with Yan Zui, but he had no energy to move.

Meanwhile, in the next room, Xuan Mingzhu was feeling unwell. She woke weak and drained, her lips pale as she looked in the mirror. Changing clothes, she took a cab to the hospital for another IV drip.

Her strong-willed nature only made it worse. Every time she thought of what Xuan Zeming had done, her anger surged, keeping her from calming down. After a sleepless night, her condition had only worsened.

She couldn’t attend the morning meeting and didn’t care to, either.

As a result, when everyone gathered in Yan Corporation’s conference room, only Assistant Xu and two lawyers were present to face Yan Zui, Qi Yunwei, and the others.

Assistant Xu was a bundle of nerves. Usually, he was just a minor character with no real say. Who would have thought both Xuan Mingzhu and Xuan Baiquan would be “too busy” to attend today, leaving him to make the decisions?

Instead of feeling important, he was overwhelmed with dread.

Yan Zui was someone even Xuan Mingzhu couldn’t best, someone Xuan Baiquan had bent over backwards to please. What chance did a lowly assistant like him have?

All he could do was retreat step by step, agreeing to whatever they said.

After the morning meeting ended, Qi Yunwei and Yan Zui returned to the CEO’s office.

Qi Yunwei chuckled. “Looks like Assistant Xu doesn’t even dare go back to the hotel and face Xuan Mingzhu and Xuan Baiquan.”

Yan Zui replied, “He’s too timid. I can understand why Xuan Baiquan didn’t show up, but why didn’t Xuan Mingzhu come either?”

“Maybe she was too upset with Xuan Baiquan. I even messaged her on WeChat yesterday questioning her. Embarrassed and angry—she probably didn’t dare come today,” Qi Yunwei guessed.

Meanwhile, Xuan Baiquan had been waiting anxiously in the hotel, convinced that Xuan Xin would make a move. He had already booked a flight that evening to Changyuan City.

Around five in the afternoon, both Xuan Mingzhu—who was still at the hospital on an IV drip—and Xuan Baiquan at the hotel received urgent calls from the family driver and housekeeper. They reported that a male Alpha had returned home with Xuan Zeming, and the two had gotten into an argument in the study. During the quarrel, Xuan Zeming accidentally fell and struck his head on the corner of a desk. He was now in critical condition at the hospital, and they urged the siblings to hurry back.

Dragging his packed suitcase, Xuan Baiquan immediately hailed a cab to the airport. His flight was scheduled in just two hours.

At the hospital, Xuan Mingzhu was stunned by the news. At first her heart clenched in panic, but the next second she realized—if Xuan Zeming didn’t survive, then no one would be able to control her anymore.

She would no longer have to endure her father’s favoritism toward Baiquan.

Wasn’t that a good thing? What was she getting worked up about?

Once the thought clicked, her chest seemed to lighten, her heart suddenly felt fine, and energy surged back into her.

She had to rush to Changyuan City at once. If Xuan Zeming passed away, only by being there could she secure absolute authority within the Xuanqian Group.

If Baiquan returned first and Zeming regained consciousness, muddle-headed and willing the company to him, it would be a disaster.

Ripping out her IV needle without hesitation, Xuan Mingzhu pressed a cotton swab to the puncture site and ran straight out of the hospital. The nurse, alarmed, rushed after her, but she had already vanished.

She took a cab back to the hotel, quickly packed her things, grabbed her documents, and went to knock on Baiquan’s door to check whether he was ready.

If he was still dawdling, she would leave ahead of him.

But after two knocks, there was no response. A housekeeper passing by mentioned that Baiquan had already checked out half an hour earlier.

Grinding her teeth, Mingzhu seethed. Damn it—Baiquan had beaten her to it!

By the time Assistant Xu and the lawyers received news of Xuan Zeming’s accident that evening, Mingzhu and Baiquan were already en route back to Changyuan City.

Assistant Xu quickly called Mingzhu, panicked. “President Xuan, what should I do? If I have to handle the meetings alone, I definitely won’t be able to manage.”

This was the perfect chance to seize the family assets—who cared about a collaboration project now?

“Put the project aside for now. I’ll explain things to Yan Zui myself,” Mingzhu said.

Relieved, Assistant Xu answered, “Understood, President Xuan.”

At one in the morning, Mingzhu’s plane landed. She collected her luggage and headed straight to the hospital, calling Yan Zui on the way to inform her about postponing the collaboration.

After all, their company was the only one working on the AI project. Yan Zui had no alternative partner. Given the Xuan family’s crisis, she was bound to understand.

Inside the apartment bedroom, moonlight spilled through the glass window, faintly outlining two figures nestled together on the bed.

Suddenly, the phone on the nightstand buzzed, vibrating seven or eight times before Yan Zui reluctantly opened her eyes. Slipping out of Qi Yunwei’s arms, she picked up the call.

“Hello?”

Her husky, sleep-tinged voice carried through the receiver, and on the other end, Mingzhu’s heart skipped.

There was silence. Yan Zui glanced at the caller ID and instantly sobered. “President Xuan, calling me at this hour—this must be something urgent.”

Regaining composure, Mingzhu said, “President Yan, it’s like this—my father had an accident. He’s in the hospital now, and Baiquan and I have rushed back to Changyuan City. That leaves only Assistant Xu in Guangnan City, and he can’t make major decisions on his own. I think it’s best to delay our collaboration for now. What do you think?”

“Postpone? That won’t work. Postponing means every result we’ve already negotiated will have to be re-discussed from scratch. I don’t have time to waste,” Yan Zui said calmly.

Mingzhu hadn’t expected such a flat rejection. “President Yan, that’s not fair. If this collaboration succeeds, the profits will be immense. Surely you don’t expect to gain without giving anything in return?”

“President Xuan, Zhi Niao’s research may take years before it even reaches the market—if it ever does. Are you really certain it will generate profits?” Yan Zui asked pointedly.

Mingzhu faltered, searching for a rebuttal. Just then, the taxi stopped. “Miss, we’ve arrived at the hospital,” the driver said.

Out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to spot Baiquan already there. Alarmed, she tossed the driver a hundred, grabbed her suitcase, and rushed inside.

“President Xuan?” Yan Zui’s voice came again from the phone.

But Mingzhu was already thinking about the inheritance—tens of billions were at stake. Yan Zui’s billions could be handled later. “Alright, President Yan, as you say. Consider the cooperation canceled for now. I’ll have Assistant Xu and the others return soon. If there’s another chance in the future, we’ll talk again.”

“Very well.”

Yan Zui hung up, set the phone down, and curled back into Qi Yunwei’s arms. Just as she closed her eyes, a thought struck her. Usually, she only ended up in Qi Yunwei’s embrace unconsciously after falling asleep. But just now, hadn’t she deliberately lain there herself?