I Heard I’m a Scummy Alpha? [Transmigration] - Chapter 62

Seeing the curious looks from the nearby security guards, Qi Yunwei quickly said, “President Liu, Madam Liu, let’s go inside and talk.” She ushered them all into her office.

Once inside, Yan Zui glanced around and found Qi Yunwei’s office rather plain.

President Liu seemed to share the same thought. “Yunwei, I’ll have two sets of genuine leather sofas delivered this afternoon—one for your office, and one for the first floor as a reception display.”

“You’re too kind, President Liu,” Qi Yunwei replied.

President Liu shook his head. “You saved our entire family’s lives. This isn’t courtesy—it’s gratitude.”

He then said, “I heard from President Yan that your company just opened and you’re short on staff. Since you believe my son has talent in composition, there’s no point keeping him in school. I’ll have him come back right away to help you!”

“President Liu, that’s not necessary,” Qi Yunwei quickly stopped him.

“All I need is Liu Xie’s contact information. I’ll talk to him directly. And even if he agrees to work with us, there’s no need for him to drop out—he can do it remotely.”

Madam Liu gave her husband a light smack, then smiled at Qi Yunwei. “Old Liu just gets too carried away. Whatever he thinks of, he wants to do immediately.”

“President Liu is a man of genuine feeling,” Qi Yunwei praised.

They chatted for a while longer. Once President Liu and his wife confirmed that Qi Yunwei truly had no intention of using her kindness as leverage, their admiration deepened. Believing her to be a true master, their manner toward her became even more respectful and courteous.

“We won’t keep you from work any longer,” President Liu and Madam Liu said, rising to leave. “Would it be alright if we added each other on WeChat?”

“Of course.” Qi Yunwei had fewer than ten friends on WeChat—meeting more people was naturally a good thing.

After exchanging contacts, Yan Zui asked Zhou Xiao to escort the couple back, while she stayed in Qi Yunwei’s office to wait for her to get off work.

Qi Yunwei poured her another glass of water. “This is the first time you’ve waited for me to finish work. How does it feel?”

“It’s alright,” Yan Zui said after taking a sip. Then she asked, “Where’s Xiao Jiu’s body kept?”

Next to the office bookshelf was a small door leading into a kitchen, set up almost identically to the one at home.

Xiao Jiu’s “body” resembled a cube-shaped speaker with a camera mounted on it. Through it, Qi Yunwei could issue direct commands, and Xiao Jiu could also remotely control the kitchen appliances.

Yan Zui patted the top of the speaker. “Xiao Jiu, are you there?”

The speaker lit up with a swirl of colors. “Pretty sister, what are you doing in Master’s office?”

Xiao Jiu’s intelligence was so advanced that every time Yan Zui spoke to it, she felt like she was talking to a real toddler.

“I’m here to see your master.”

Xiao Jiu giggled. “I know—you came to go on a date with Master.”

Yan Zui instinctively glanced at Qi Yunwei.

Qi Yunwei said, “Xiao Jiu, people don’t come to the office for dates. If your pretty sister and I go watch a movie, that’s a date.”

“Oh, I get it! That means you’re not coming home for dinner—you’ll be out watching a movie date, and then eating a dinner date! Pretty sister is so beautiful, lots of people will stare at her. Master, you must protect her when you go out.”

Qi Yunwei turned to Yan Zui with a smile. “This little chatterbox has already planned everything for us. I wonder if President Yan would be willing to watch a movie with me, and maybe have dinner after?”

Her gaze was warm and gentle, making Yan Zui inexplicably shy. She turned her face back toward Xiao Jiu, suppressing the flutter in her chest. With a calm expression and flat tone, she said, “Since Xiao Jiu’s already arranged it, then let’s go.”

The rest of the time, Qi Yunwei reviewed a few internship applications online—senior computer science students from Guangnan University who wanted to join for a year. She messaged them through a recruitment app, letting them know they could start anytime this week.

She didn’t understand why such top students had chosen her fledgling company, but extra manpower was always welcome.

By the time Zhou Xiao returned from seeing off President Liu and Madam Liu, it was just a little earlier than Qi Yunwei’s usual finishing time. He texted Yan Zui from the car, and soon, Qi Yunwei and Yan Zui came down together.

The receptionist had been stunned when she first saw Yan Zui that day. She could hardly believe there existed an Omega so breathtaking—Yan Zui was even more beautiful than the currently trending actress Qiao Haiyue.

She had watched four people go upstairs earlier, then after a while, the two elders came back down. But the gorgeous woman never left. The receptionist was shaken, wondering if her suspicions could be true.

As time went on, her glances toward the elevator became more frequent. Over an hour later, when Qi Yunwei and Yan Zui finally walked out of it together, she was completely floored.

Was her boss really that impressive? Was it money, or sheer charm, that allowed her to share a room with such a top-tier Omega for more than an hour?

When Qi Yunwei passed the front desk, she noticed the receptionist’s wide-eyed stare. With a mischievous smile, she took Yan Zui’s hand and teased, “Get to know your boss’s wife. From now on, when she comes in, you can send her straight to my office.”

The receptionist blushed when she saw Yan Zui offer no denial. “President Qi, understood. Hello, Madam.”

Yan Zui: “Hello.”

Afraid Yan Zui might feel uncomfortable, Qi Yunwei hurriedly led her away afterward. Once in the car, she said with a grin, “Thanks for giving me face.”

“Funny how in the Yan Corporation I’m the boss’s wife, but here in Yunmengze, you’re the boss’s wife,” Qi Yunwei added with a laugh.

Yan Zui glanced down at their still-joined hands, her thoughts wandering. “It is a bit funny,” she murmured.

Qi Yunwei turned to Zhou Xiao. “We’re not going home yet. Park at the mall up ahead—we’re going to see a movie.”

“No problem.” Zhou Xiao replied cheerfully.

Qi Yunwei then noticed she was still holding Yan Zui’s hand. She released it with a playful smile. “Your hand is as soft as cotton candy. I think I’m getting addicted to holding it.”

Yan Zui had already been unintentionally teased several times by her, and she disliked always being the passive one. Pressing her lips together, she thought about how she might tease Qi Yunwei back.

They reached the underground parking lot of the mall. After getting out, they rode the elevator to the top-floor cinema.

By that time, tickets for the blockbuster films were already sold out. Only a few artsy films were left, the kind few people wanted to see. Qi Yunwei let Yan Zui pick one, then bought three tickets.

“Want some popcorn?” Qi Yunwei asked.

The cinema here was nothing like the ones in the interstellar era, where you could choose spectator, protagonist, or supporting role mode to experience it firsthand.

Yan Zui shook her head. Zhou Xiao bought some for himself.

With his girlfriend absent, he figured he’d need popcorn to protect himself from the incoming wave of “dog food.”

Five minutes before the show, they had their tickets checked and found their seats—Qi Yunwei and Yan Zui side by side in the fourth row, Zhou Xiao alone in the fifth, hugging his popcorn.

As expected, the art film drew almost no audience. Besides them, there were only two others, a couple in the back row.

The lights dimmed. After a string of ads—investors, PSAs—the feature finally began.

Qi Yunwei watched for a bit but quickly felt lost. The visuals were beautiful, but the plot left her bewildered.

She turned to Yan Zui, whose face was hidden by the shadows, but whose blue-black eyes shimmered as she watched, rapt and intent.

Qi Yunwei decided watching Yan Zui was far more captivating than the movie.

Meanwhile, Zhou Xiao thought watching Qi Yunwei watching Yan Zui was more entertaining than the movie.

Near the end, the heroine jumped into a river to kill herself. The hero leaped in after her, but neither could swim, and they sank together—an unconventional version of “forever together.”

As a requiem played, the heroine’s never-seen fiancé finally arrived. He sat on the bridge, scattering funeral joss paper into the sky.

Suddenly, Yan Zui stirred, the tears in her eyes vanishing. Brightening, she whispered, “Peng Xueyu—isn’t that Peng Xueyu?”

Onscreen, the fiancé wore black-rimmed glasses, looking like a fool. But if you looked closely, there was a hint of refined gentleness to him.

“I think so,” Qi Yunwei murmured. She quickly searched on her phone, then showed Yan Zui the result. “It really is him.”

This art film had won an award abroad, and Peng Xueyu’s fans had hyped it heavily on Weibo. But Qiao Haiyue’s fans mocked him for only appearing for three seconds, calling him “Three-Second Man.”

The fan wars grew heated until Weibo suspended ten major instigators from each side and banned several mouthy accounts, finally bringing it to an end.

Yan Zui returned Qi Yunwei’s phone, only then realizing how close they were sitting—close enough to feel each other’s breath.

Her heart stirred. This was the perfect chance to tease back.

Qi Yunwei, oblivious, put away her phone.

“There’s something in your hair,” Yan Zui suddenly said.

Qi Yunwei instinctively turned her head, and at that moment, Yan Zui leaned in. Their noses nearly touched. Startled, Qi Yunwei started to pull back, but Yan Zui caught her arm and whispered, “Don’t move.”

Qi Yunwei froze. Yan Zui’s gaze fixed on her hair as she reached up to brush at it. Frowning slightly, she leaned in closer, gently sweeping again.

A soft tingling spread from Qi Yunwei’s scalp down through her entire body. Staring at Yan Zui’s exquisite face so near, her cheeks flushed red, ears burned, and her heart pounded like it might leap out of her throat.

She dared not move, afraid the slightest shift would make them touch. Yet Yan Zui seemed unconcerned, focused only on her hair, leaning even nearer.

As Yan Zui’s red lips came dangerously close to brushing her cheek, Qi Yunwei couldn’t help holding her breath, momentarily dazed.

“Oh—it was just a speck of light. I saw it wrong,” Yan Zui said with a faint smile, retreating to her seat and continuing to watch the last few minutes of the film.

Qi Yunwei finally came to, realizing her back was damp with sweat, her shirt sticking uncomfortably to her skin.

Yan Zui had been sleeping in her arms every night, already used to physical closeness. But never had she felt such a rush of emotion as just now.

And Yan Zui hadn’t even touched her.