I Heard I’m a Scummy Alpha? [Transmigration] - Chapter 91

【Master, Qiao Yi is walking toward you from the right!】Xiaoman suddenly alerted her.

Qi Yunwei turned her head. Qiao Yi was walking toward the company with a tall male Alpha—half a head taller than him. Sitting in the car beside Ke Bolin, Qi Yunwei could see them clearly, though Qiao Yi couldn’t see them from outside.

Ke Bolin immediately reached for the door handle, anxious to get out, but Qi Yunwei stopped him. “Wait.”

Ke Bolin was burning with agitation, eyes fixed on the Alpha beside Qiao Yi. “Wait for what? If we wait any longer, Qiao Yi will already be inside.”

The Alpha’s hand rested intimately on Qiao Yi’s waist—and Qiao Yi didn’t resist at all.

The ambiguity between them was obvious at a glance.

Qi Yunwei said calmly, “They won’t be able to get in.”

Moments ago, they had heard from the security guard that Qiao Yi’s company hadn’t scheduled any overtime tonight. The office was closed, and the dutiful guard wouldn’t let them through.

Sure enough, the guard stopped them. After a brief conversation, Qiao Yi suddenly turned pale and glanced in the direction of Qi Yunwei’s car.

“He knows you’re here,” Qi Yunwei said quietly to Ke Bolin.

All of Ke Bolin’s earlier courage evaporated. The Alpha beside Qiao Yi stayed where he was, while Qiao Yi, pale-faced, walked alone toward their car and knocked on the window. A flicker of fear crossed Ke Bolin’s eyes—he froze and didn’t move.

Qi Yunwei said, “Bolin, you two need to talk.”

It was clear that Qiao Yi had already composed himself, ready for a confrontation, while Ke Bolin was far from prepared.

From the moment Ke Bolin had planned to surprise Qiao Yi to the moment he suspected infidelity, less than an hour had passed.

When no one responded, Qiao Yi went to the driver’s side. Before he could knock, Qi Yunwei rolled the window down.

Qiao Yi looked straight at Ke Bolin. “Bolin, what are you doing here?”

Ke Bolin kept his head down and said nothing.

“Would you like to get in? We can find somewhere quiet to talk,” Qi Yunwei suggested.

Qiao Yi climbed into the back seat, his gaze fixed on the back of Ke Bolin’s head.

Qi Yunwei turned and asked, “What about your friend?”

Qiao Yi’s face turned even paler, a dazed look flashing briefly through his eyes, as if he might faint at any moment. “He, I’ll just message him,” he said weakly.

The car ride was suffocatingly silent. Qi Yunwei drove them straight to her home.

“Come on,” she said as she led them inside. “You can eat and talk, or use a guest room if you want privacy.”

Yan Zui had just come home from work. Seeing the two clearly distressed men, she froze for a moment and looked questioningly at Qi Yunwei—what’s going on?

Qi Yunwei responded with a glance, then ushered Qiao Yi and Ke Bolin into the guest room that had once belonged to the housekeeper. “Talk it out. Come out for dinner once you’re done.”

After closing the door, Qi Yunwei joined Yan Zui in the living room.

“Why didn’t you work overtime today?” she asked, pulling Yan Zui into her arms and kissing her cheek.

Hearing the soft, teasing tone in Qi Yunwei’s voice made Yan Zui’s heart tremble slightly. A faint blush colored her face. “My heat should be starting in the next couple of days.”

Qi Yunwei leaned closer, inhaling gently at the curve of her pale neck. Her sharp teeth brushed lightly over the raised gland there. Yan Zui’s body shivered involuntarily, the blush spreading from her cheeks down her neck and collarbone.

Flustered, she pushed Qi Yunwei away, panting softly. “Not yet. Let’s deal with Qiao Yi and Ke Bolin first.”

“Oh? So it’s because of your heat? I thought maybe you missed me,” Qi Yunwei said, smiling knowingly.

Yan Zui turned her face away, cheeks burning even redder.

Her heat had only just ended not long ago—Qi Yunwei could tell that “heat” was just an excuse.

But feeling Qi Yunwei’s persistent gaze, Yan Zui gave up resisting. She turned back, her clear blue-black eyes misted with shy warmth. “Fine. I came home early because I missed you.”

Qi Yunwei laughed softly and continued clinging to her, teasing and affectionate. Yan Zui secretly enjoyed every moment of it—if it wasn’t for Qiao Yi and Ke Bolin in the next room, they would have long since retreated to the bedroom.

An hour later, the two men finally emerged. They looked like they had shed a heavy burden—sadness lingered in their eyes, but they seemed at peace.

“President Yan, I didn’t get the chance to greet you earlier,” Qiao Yi said politely.

Yan Zui replied coolly, “It’s fine.”

Ke Bolin turned to Qi Yunwei. “Thank you for today—and sorry for disturbing you.”

Qi Yunwei smiled. “Stay for dinner. The food’s ready.”

Ke Bolin shook his head. “No need. We’ll take the dishes in the food box home and eat there. It’s our wedding anniversary—it feels more meaningful to spend it just the two of us.” He managed a faint smile.

After they left, Qi Yunwei explained what she knew to Yan Zui. “It looks like they had a decent talk. Honestly, I didn’t think Ke Bolin, who loved Qiao Yi so much, would be able to let go.”

Yan Zui said softly, “Maybe it’s because he loved him so much that he chose to let go—for his sake.”

Though both Qiao Yi and Ke Bolin still cared for each other, their love had ultimately been defeated by biology and desire.

Qi Yunwei also warned Ke Bolin that the Alpha Qiao Yi was seeing might have violent tendencies, urging him to remind Qiao Yi to be cautious. Ke Bolin had thanked her sincerely.

Two days later, Qi Yunwei saw the news of their divorce on Ke Bolin’s social media.

Without love, Ke Bolin poured himself into work.

Rumor had it he’d left the marriage with nothing—he’d given all the money he’d earned over the years to Qiao Yi. Yet even now, he remained selective about the projects he took.

When Qi Yunwei later invited him to Yunmengze to discuss a potential collaboration, Ke Bolin greeted her with a handshake and said, “You’ve done so much for me, Yunwei. You’re one of my most important friends. Whatever you need me to do, I won’t say no.”

He had come with gratitude in his heart—even if Qi Yunwei had asked him to promote an electrical power strip, he would’ve agreed.

Qi Yunwei laughed. “You said it yourself—we’re friends. Would I ever trick a friend? Don’t worry, this is something you’ll definitely find interesting.”

She stood and walked over to a large capsule-like pod against the wall. “This,” she said with a touch of pride, “is a holographic gaming chamber.”

Ke Bolin blinked in shock. He’d heard Qi Yunwei mention the concept of holographic games before, but he’d assumed it would take at least a decade to realize.

“It’s only been a few months—your holographic game is already complete?” His eyes widened as he swallowed hard.

“Almost,” Qi Yunwei replied. “We’re launching closed beta testing next month. I’d like your help with the promotion. What do you think of the project?”

Hearing that it was real, Ke Bolin’s face flushed with excitement. “What do I think? It’s incredible—this is the most amazing project I’ve ever seen. Yunwei, you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met! Thank you for trusting me with the promotion.”

A holographic game—such a futuristic, eye-catching innovation—was guaranteed to explode in popularity no matter who promoted it.

But Qi Yunwei smiled faintly. “Bolin, I’m not just after popularity.”

When she explained the hidden features of the game—the ability to train the mind and strengthen the body—as well as her vision of collaborating with the government, Ke Bolin was so astonished he nearly stumbled. Then his expression burned with determination. “Yunwei, if you’re handing this to me, you can rest easy.”

In March, the Yan Corporation went public, its stock hitting the daily limit for three consecutive days. On the fourth day, when growth stabilized, Yan Zui sold all her shares—cashing out ten billion.

When Yan Zhao heard, he stormed into the company, furious. After scolding her harshly, he told her to resign. To his shock, Yan Zui merely said “okay,” and actually did.

Yan Zhao thought she was bluffing, trying to provoke him. Unmoved, he quickly appointed a professional manager to take her place.

The CEO change caused brief market fluctuations, but once the new manager led the company to win a major municipal project, the stock price stabilized again.

“That new president really knows how to play it,” Qi Yunwei remarked. “The first thing he did after taking office was come to our house to ask for your advice.”

Yan Zui had been planning her departure from the Yan Corporation for a long time. Taking the company public was her final repayment to the family that had raised her.

The Yan Corporation, once worth tens of billions, was now valued at hundreds of billions—enough, in her mind, to settle all debts.

Now, free from Yan Zhao and He Ran’s manipulation, she no longer had to do anything against her will.

Calmly, Yan Zui said, “I owed him a favor once. This time, I’ve repaid it. From now on, the Yan Corporation has nothing to do with me.”