I Topped the Aloof Omega in a Scummy Alpha Novel - Chapter 42

Yun Chen wouldn’t wear such tacky styles.

Xuan Yuchi signed the three-year contract of servitude, shook the document discontentedly, and pointed at the signature area, saying, “I’ve signed it.”

The lawyer nodded and smiled: “Then please, Ms. Xuan, be prepared to answer any calls from Ms. Bian’s side at any time.”

In the afternoon, Xuan Yuchi received a call from someone who claimed to be Bian Yunchen’s subordinate.

“The head of the family is planning a self-driving trip to Qishan with Ms. Bai next Tuesday, the week after next. Please prepare to accompany them.”

“Who is this Ms. Bai?” Xuan Yuchi asked.

“Naturally, it is the head of the family’s wife.”

Xuan Yuchi rolled her eyes. She really wanted to call Bian Yunchen and ask: “Are you genuinely stupid or just pretending?”

Can’t she see how despicable the Bai family is?

Speaking of which, several years ago, who would even notice the Bai family? They moved to the capital from another region, and their current status in the capital is akin to an invasive species.

The Bai family was involved in both politics and business. They once tried to do business with the Xuan family, but Xuan Ling disagreed with the Bai family’s business philosophy, finding them too calculating and unwilling to leave any room for the lower end of the industry chain. Later, the Bai family drastically squeezed profits and competed with the Xuan family by disrupting the market, causing a rift between the two families.

None of the families who were once close to the Xuan family respected the Bai family, but the Bai family had now firmly latched onto the conservative party, and people tend to be opportunistic.

Xuan Yuchi then thought that perhaps Yunchen had her own difficulties.

She highly respects the destiny of others. If the System hadn’t been so persistent in asking her to do this, she wouldn’t have gotten involved in Yunchen’s affairs again.

She went to the baggage claim, retrieved her luggage, and pulled out a necklace. The necklace was made of shells, with a slightly yellowed dog tooth in the center, about the length of a bottle cap.

It was a gift from a tribal chief. The little dog had been very brave in its life, killed by a wild boar while protecting its owner. The tribe members took its tooth to make a necklace to commemorate it, imbuing the necklace with the meaning of ensuring safety.

Xuan Yuchi had left many things in her northern Vietnam stronghold and hadn’t brought them back. She specifically chose this necklace to give to Bian Yunchen.

But… given Bian Yunchen’s current status, she probably wouldn’t wear such a rustic, primitive-looking necklace.

Xuan Yuchi put the clothes in the closet, pressing down on the necklace.

System: I feel like you’re slacking off.

Xuan Yuchi: [Because I don’t have much enthusiasm for your task.]

System: You really have changed.

Xuan Yuchi smiled: [As if you knew me before.

System: [Esteemed Host, what kind of promise should I give you so that you will genuinely help me complete the mission?]

Xuan Yuchi’s eyes lit up: [If I complete your mission, can you wake my mother up?]

System: [Yes.]

Xuan Yuchi perked up and immediately started asking Bian Yunchen’s subordinate about Bai Fu, adopting a tone that suggested, I know you don’t like me, but I bet you definitely dislike Bai Fu even more, and coincidentally, I don’t like her either.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Xuan Yuchi worked hard to glean some information about Bai Fu from the subordinate.

Bai Fu currently works at her family’s enterprise. It’s rumored that company employees rarely see her. As for where she is when she’s not at the company, the person said she might be lounging at home.

Bai Fu was lounging at home, so Xuan Yuchi staked out outside her house.

Xuan Yuchi got the System to help, successfully lurking outside Bai Fu’s home. She kept watch for over ten hours. In between, she took advantage of the Bai family driving in and out to sneak into the garage and install a tracker on Bai Fu’s car.

At 4:00 AM the next day, Bai Fu came to the underground garage. Xuan Yuchi was half-asleep and only saw a striking sports car drive away with its high beams on.

She followed Bai Fu the whole way, eventually trailing her to a commercially remote street in the city center. Although remote, it was still the capital’s urban area, and the street wasn’t lacking in visitors, but a bar operating at full swing at 4:00 AM was quite unusual.

Bai Fu was let in immediately, but Xuan Yuchi had to buy a ticket outside. A single ticket cost 800 yuan. Based on the price, the bar’s business scope probably extended beyond just alcohol.

The bar had a limit on the number of people allowed inside. Bai Fu was a VIP here. Ordinary customers like Xuan Yuchi could only wait at the entrance, with only one person allowed in every half hour.

However, she wasn’t bored during this half hour. People going into a bar like this were usually dressed up and indulging in sensual pleasures, though there were exceptions.

For example, the wife who was being dragged out to beat her husband’s mistress. “Beating” might not be the right word; it was more like a mutual brawl.

Now, it was the wife who was being beaten.

By the time Xuan Yuchi was about to enter, the wife was being ganged up on by her spouse and the mistress.

Xuan Yuchi couldn’t help but look at her, finding her a bit miserable and strangely familiar.

Xuan Yuchi eventually heard her name—Shi Yan.

She didn’t know this person, shook her head, and quickened her pace.

Pushing open the door that led to this realm of pleasure, the noise rushed towards Xuan Yuchi like a flood. The drumbeat felt like it was going to shatter her heart. She had spent too long in the natural, simple world and was very unaccustomed to such clamor. She covered her ears, took only one glance at the dazzling pole dance on the stage, and then began a close search for Bai Fu.

Bai Fu was having a great time, alternately slow dancing with a long-haired beauty, passionately kissing a hot girl, or accepting an apple fed to her by a gentle lady. She moved between one woman and another, truly in her element.

Xuan Yuchi rubbed her eyes. The strong spotlight overhead was harsh on her vision. It took her three full rotations of looking to find Bai Fu, who was blending into the crowd.

She felt for her phone in her pocket and was about to take it out when she saw a camera overhead pointing at her. She changed location, but there was still a camera, covering every angle.

Photography was not allowed here, and there were too many people. Xuan Yuchi wanted the System to help her make some subtle move.

Xuan Yuchi: [Can you hack into the surveillance here?]

System: [Perhaps you need a Skill Borrowing?]

Bai Fu, playing merrily amidst the women, tugged at her collar and entered a private room. The woman she had been kissing stared after her with a look of displeasure.

Xuan Yuchi: [Wait.]

Xuan Yuchi quietly moved next to the group of women, pretending to dance along with the music.

“Hey, Susan, don’t actually catch real feelings for someone like that,” the long-haired beauty said.

“What real feelings? I think Susan is jealous,” the gentle lady scoffed sarcastically. “We all know Bai Zong, no, Susan met her first, but what’s the result?”

The long-haired beauty continued for her excitedly: “The result is that she opened a bar for that bitch Du Qianqian, and Susan has become just a customer.”

The hot girl Susan angrily glared at the two beside her: “What’s there to talk about? I don’t even care anymore, why are you two gossiping here? So annoying!”

Susan left them and merged into the crowd, moving with such large movements that her arm hit someone. She cursed serves them right in her mind, turning away as if she hadn’t done it.

“Is your arm okay?” Xuan Yuchi circled in front of her, asking with concern.

Susan’s rush of dark anger had hit a wall of cotton, making her feel somewhat embarrassed. She quickly said, “I’m fine!”

Xuan Yuchi smiled sincerely: “Can I buy you a coffee?”

On Tuesday, Xuan Yuchi arrived at Bian Yunchen’s underground garage on time. Following the license plate number Bian Yunchen had given her, she walked to the car and impolitely sat down in the passenger seat.

“A-Chen, you… why is it you!” Bai Fu’s voice suddenly rose, even cracking slightly.

Xuan Yuchi didn’t even look at her. She lowered the window to air out the mixed perfume smell in the car.

“Didn’t Yunchen tell you? I’m her personal assistant now. I’m accompanying you on this trip to prevent… certain accidents,” Xuan Yuchi said meaningfully.

Bai Fu suppressed her anger and slammed her fist onto the steering wheel, making the horn “toot.”

“You get in the back.”

Xuan Yuchi: “No, the back is spacious. You wouldn’t want to inconvenience Yunchen, would you?”

Bai Fu was so angry she turned on the music, a stream of angry rap seemingly venting her frustration.

But Xuan Yuchi had already gotten out of the car, taken the luggage from Bian Yunchen’s hand, and put it in the trunk.

It was too late when Bai Fu saw it. Bian Yunchen was invited into the back seat.

“Yunchen, you’re here. Why didn’t you call me beforehand?” Bai Fu tried hard to maintain her composure.

The car music was loud. Bian Yunchen was holding a tablet, quietly watching an electronic script for a while before lifting her head: “I forgot.”

In fact, Bian Yunchen had always maintained this indifferent attitude, but today Bai Fu felt uncomfortable and just couldn’t bring herself to say it’s nothing. Her expression looked like she had swallowed a fly.

Xuan Yuchi secretly looked at Bai Fu’s expression using her phone as a mirror. It was excellent, quite gratifying.

“Ouch!” Xuan Yuchi exclaimed strangely, “Turn the music down a bit!”

Bai Fu was turning a corner: “Who do you think you a…”

Xuan Yuchi: “Don’t you know that Sister Bian hates this kind of noisy music the most?”

Bian Yunchen’s focal point moved up from the tablet for a second and then returned, looking rather unconcerned.

Bai Fu angrily glared at Xuan Yuchi, then looked at Bian Yunchen through the rearview mirror. Her expression was as cold as ever, giving no hint of her mood.

Bai Fu was annoyed and simply turned off the music.

The car immediately became quiet. Bian Yunchen read her script, and Xuan Yuchi closed her eyes to nap, making Bai Fu look very much like a chauffeur.

She suspected Bian Yunchen had deliberately brought this person along to vex her.

When she had asked Bian Yunchen to travel, she had said she felt so sorry for her, and she would understand if Yunchen wanted a divorce, but could she grant her one last wish? They hadn’t traveled together since they got married.

Bai Fu saw this as a retreat-to-advance strategy, hoping to use this opportunity to move Bian Yunchen and reinforce her deeply loving persona.

But with a meddler like Xuan Yuchi present, how could she demonstrate her devotion?

System 321: [Host, don’t worry. I have already set up a game for you at Qishan. Be patient for a little longer.]

Bai Fu: [You previously said you chose an ally for me. Who is she?]

System 321: [You will find out when you arrive at Qishan.]

It takes over five hours to drive from the capital to Qishan. They stopped at a rest area halfway. Bai Fu ate the fried skewers from the rest area, and less than ten minutes later, she was constipated, confined to the restroom.

Xuan Yuchi also ate the fried skewers, but her constitution was strong. She had traveled the world in the past few years and had eaten all kinds of weird things. She was completely fine. After eating, she stood by the car to stretch.

Bian Yunchen finished her call and walked over.

Xuan Yuchi asked her: “Can you divorce her?”

Bian Yunchen gave her a faint look, as if to say, What right do you have to ask?

Xuan Yuchi understood, and kindly advised: “You don’t like her, and she’s two-faced with you. Staying with someone like that, you’ll inevitably be manipulated again, like last time.”

Bian Yunchen: “How do you know if she’s genuine or not? And why do you care?”

Xuan Yuchi pressed her lips together. If she said she cared about Yunchen, it would sound a bit false. At least, she didn’t care that much, or else she wouldn’t have run away from the marriage.

Xuan Yuchi thought that Yunchen probably hadn’t cared much about Bai Fu before, or she would have been slightly more attentive and could have found out about Bai Fu’s philandering outside.

“If I can prove that she’s faking her affection for you, will you divorce her?” Xuan Yuchi meant to ask if she had other difficulties.

Bian Yunchen: “Yes, do you want to prove it to me?”

Bian Yunchen chuckled, her tone teasing, as if they were playing a childish game.

Bai Fu finished up and saw Xuan Yuchi and Bian Yunchen standing together. Now, it wasn’t just her stomach feeling uncomfortable; her eyes were starting to feel a bit sore.

In a trance, she thought she saw Xuan Yuchi smiling at her.

She wasn’t mistaken. Xuan Yuchi even waved at her, seemingly very friendly.

She wanted to see what Xuan Yuchi was up to.

When Bai Fu got closer, Xuan Yuchi opened the back door, leaned in, then covered her nose with one hand and, with the other hand shielded by a tissue, pulled something out of the seat pocket.

“Ew…” Xuan Yuchi looked disgusted, throwing the red lace panties onto the ground.

“Whose are these?” Xuan Yuchi asked her.

Before she could answer, Xuan Yuchi added: “But definitely not Sister Bian’s. This style is too tacky.”

She pointed her white sneaker tip at the underwear on the ground and mused: “But it wouldn’t be yours, would it?”

She looked up at Bai Fu and sneered, “What kind of Alpha would wear something so provocative?”

After speaking, she patted Bai Fu’s shoulder: “Don’t use a car that’s had sex in it to pick up Sister Bian. I find it dirty.”

Bai Fu was so angry her lungs hurt. She had indeed messed around with a woman in the car a few days ago, but she had been careless. How did Xuan Yuchi find out? Did she have cheats?

Bai Fu: “I lent this car to someone else a few days ago.”

“A-Chen, don’t misunderstand.”

Bian Yunchen felt a bit nauseated. She didn’t care what kind of person Bai Fu was. They had agreed before marriage to be respectful of each other and lead separate lives unless required for appearances.

It was hard to imagine the kind of cleansing ritual the back seat had endured, how out of control the play had been, and that someone had forgotten to deal with the underwear.

Xuan Yuchi said: “Why don’t we call the assistant to bring another car? I really can’t sit in this one.”

Bian Yunchen did not object.

Bai Fu cursed Xuan Yuchi a million times in her mind, but on the surface, she could only say, “I’m sorry, it’s my fault.”

Saying this, she randomly picked a lover from her phone contacts and immediately started cursing when the call connected.

Two hours later, the assistant arrived with a new car and drove Bai Fu’s car away.

Xuan Yuchi sat in the driver’s seat, and Bian Yunchen sat in the passenger seat.

Although the two didn’t talk, Bai Fu had a constant feeling of being redundant, sitting in the back seat on pins and needles.

They finally arrived at the hotel at the foot of the mountain in the evening, with three rooms for the three people.

Xuan Yuchi’s room was booked by herself later and was not adjacent to Bian Yunchen’s.

Bian Yunchen entered her room first.

Xuan Yuchi stopped Bai Fu, who was about to enter her room: “I’ll stay in this room; you take mine.”

She shoved her room card into Bai Fu’s hand and snatched Bai Fu’s room card.

“Why should I?” Bai Fu was furious, grabbing Xuan Yuchi’s hand to snatch the card back.

Xuan Yuchi held her ground, adopting a borrowed authority: “Don’t you think about what you did? Yunchen doesn’t want to live next to you, you know.”

Bai Fu released her hand: “Is that her idea?”

Xuan Yuchi nodded: “Otherwise? I’m her personal assistant now. I get to see her every day. Why would I need to fight you for a room?”

Bai Fu thought that made sense. The more yielding she appeared now, the more Bian Yunchen would regret it later.

Xuan Yuchi put away her luggage, ordered a bowl of noodles from the hotel to be delivered to her room, and carried the noodles to knock on Yunchen’s door.

Bian Yunchen had just finished showering. Facing each other, Xuan Yuchi caught a faint scent of shower gel and smiled: “Sister Bian, you haven’t eaten yet, have you?”

As she spoke, she walked inside and placed the noodles on the table.

Bian Yunchen closed the door and sat down on the bed without eating the noodles.

A tablet was on the table. Xuan Yuchi accidentally glanced at the screen—it was a document: Divorce Agreement.

Xuan Yuchi was pleasantly surprised: “You finally came around? Good, very good.”

Bian Yunchen walked over and turned off the tablet, pushing the bowl of noodles towards Xuan Yuchi. Her tone was cold enough to chill the noodles: “This doesn’t mean anything.”

Her eyes were calm and waveless: “Even if I divorce her, I might get together with someone else. I will marry someone else.”

She raised her hand to smooth Xuan Yuchi’s collar, performing an intimate gesture while speaking cruel, heartless words: “Never, ever, will it be you.”

She leaned down to Xuan Yuchi’s ear, like a snake flicking its tongue: “An opportunity missed is a truly missed opportunity. You cannot be my wife, but being a mistress might not be bad, just like… it says in the agreement I gave you.”

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