I Topped the Aloof Omega in a Scummy Alpha Novel - Chapter 7

Volunteering for a Business Trip with Her Creditor

Jessica closed the file. A woman in a suit approached and led Xuan Yuchi to a transparent-walled office. She placed the half-completed document, which she had taken from Jessica, on the table.

Rebekah: “Fill this out.”

She pulled a sheet of paper from the printer.

Xuan Yuchi picked up the pen and first saw “Job Application” on the first line.

Xuan Yuchi: “Did you get the wrong person? I’m not here to work.”

Rebekah gave an expressionless chuckle: “Then what is this?”

She spread open the half-completed document.

Only then did Xuan Yuchi notice the content: Party B, Xuan Yuchi, voluntarily applies to join “Shuihe Entertainment,” to repay the debt owed to Party A, Bian Yunchen, with her salary.

Wow, Sister Bian had even figured out how she should repay the debt.

However, the salary cap for positions in an entertainment company wasn’t high, and her debt was a seven-figure sum. She wondered how many years she’d have to work for Yunchen to pay it off.

While pondering, Xuan Yuchi swiftly completed the job application.

Rebekah frowned as she watched.

Zero work experience, can’t use PS, can’t edit videos, majored in directing in college, and her specialties were golf, horseback riding, and diving…

Was this person here to be a leader? Rebekah was exasperated and laughed.

Amy had even told her to treat this person like any regular employee.

What could this person possibly do? Even the company’s receptionist had five years of professional experience, for goodness sake.

Rebekah: “What position do you think you can take on at the company?”

Xuan Yuchi thought for a moment: “I feel like I can do anything. I learn very fast.”

Rebekah: “Hmm…”

Soon, Xuan Yuchi received her employee ID card. Her cubicle was in an inconspicuous corner on the fourth floor, and her position was Second-Level Assistant, meaning an assistant’s assistant.

But Rebekah didn’t specify whose assistant she was; it seemed any assistant could assign her tasks.

Xuan Yuchi waited anxiously all morning but didn’t receive a single task.

Unable to stay idle, she proactively asked the other assistants if they needed anything done, but they just exchanged glances and shook their heads.

She’s a connection; don’t provoke her.

The fourth floor housed the team specifically set up for Yunchen’s artist career. Everyone was frantically busy, either making liaison calls, drafting proposals, holding review meetings, or analyzing data.

Even more bizarre were the post-mortems of Yunchen’s performances. Xuan Yuchi watched from outside the meeting room. The screen was frozen on Yunchen’s smiling mouth, a blue circle appeared, and the extended data indicated that if the corner of her mouth could be three degrees higher, the conveyed emotion would be better.

She knew the competition in the national acting industry was fierce, but she never expected something that relies on talent and natural state to be pushed to the technical level.

Amidst their bustling voices, Xuan Yuchi leisurely turned back, collapsed onto her desk, and fell asleep.

She slept through lunch and the rest of the break. When she woke up, she felt hungry. She snuck into the company pantry, ate a packet of biscuits, and had a cup of coffee.

She wanted to call Yunchen to discuss the issue of her having too little to do at the company, but there was no answer.

So, she walked around the company, taking the opportunity to peek at her colleagues’ work. The next day, she made an important decision.

Bian Yunchen was on the phone, listening to Amy report on the progress of the collaboration with the investors.

Amy struggled to suppress her urge to complain: “The lead actor is set, and now they’re saying the producer and director might both be replaced. I seriously doubt this whole setup will work out.”

Bian Yunchen: “No rush. I happen to be thinking about taking a vacation soon.”

Amy: “By the way, Miss Xuan…”

Bian Yunchen interrupted: “You don’t need to tell me anything about her work.”

The makeup artist came to apply her makeup, and Bian Yunchen casually hung up the phone.

“Look, you’re having insomnia again?” The makeup artist expertly covered her dark circles. Even with dark circles, the woman in front of her was breathtakingly beautiful.

Bian Yunchen closed her eyes, trying to catch up on sleep during this interlude. Her tone was faint: “It’s getting harder and harder to adjust to the time difference. I might drop dead from a heart attack in the middle of the night.”

Makeup Artist: “Bah, bah, bah! If your fans heard that, how sad they’d be.”

Like her, a fan of Bian Yunchen’s stunning looks.

Makeup Artist: “If you can’t sleep, resting your eyes is good too. Staying up late is terrible for your skin.”

Xiao Dong, the personal assistant, walked up to the two, looking distraught: “Sister Yunchen, do you know where the ruby earrings from the brand were placed? I’ve been looking for a long time and can’t find them. Could they be lost? But I clearly remember putting them away before we left the country…”

The makeup artist silently mourned for the young assistant. For an actress of Bian Yunchen’s caliber, the accessories for a show were naturally borrowed from the high-end luxury brands she endorsed.

Although Bian Yunchen could afford to buy them, there was no need. The brands simply hoped to leverage her popularity for exposure—a so-called powerful collaboration for mutual benefit.

But if they were lost, not only would the publicity effect fail, but the artist would also have to compensate. There were even past instances of artists losing endorsements because they lost borrowed brand jewelry.

Three minutes passed, and Xiao Dong was on the verge of tears. She had been with Shuihe Entertainment for a year and had a five or six-point understanding of her artist’s temper—definitely not the compassionate saint her fans believed her to be.

Bian Yunchen slightly lifted her eyelids, neither understanding nor caring why Xiao Dong was crying. She’d vaguely heard a part of it while she was resting—something about losing earrings?

“Go ask Amy.”

With one sentence, Xiao Dong was given a death sentence.

Sister Amy was ruthless. If she knew such an expensive item was lost, her job would certainly be gone.

Forget losing her job, she’d probably have to pay for the loss.

Xiao Dong’s eyes were red. Thinking she would be indebted for life, she left, sniffling and sobbing.

She walked to the hotel lobby, picking up the phone in despair.

A call came in first.

Xuan Yuchi: “Hello, I’m Xuan Yuchi, a new employee at the company. I’m in the hotel lobby. Could you come and meet me? Sister Amy asked me to bring you something.”

Xiao Dong looked up and saw Xuan Yuchi across the lobby, weakly waving at her.

Xuan Yuchi hurried over with her suitcase. A few beads of sweat were on her forehead. The weather in BALI was hotter than at home. She had rushed all the way, afraid of missing Yunchen’s schedule.

Seeing Xiao Dong’s ashen face, Xuan Yuchi smiled: “The earrings are inside.”

At the mention of the earrings, Xiao Dong’s lifeless eyes brightened with newfound hope. She couldn’t find enough words to express her gratitude to Xuan Yuchi.

“My benefactor!”

“You are my savior!”

“Thanks to you, or I would have been doomed.”

Xiao Dong took her suitcase and led her to the presidential suite where Yunchen was staying.

Xiao Dong talked non-stop along the way, even asking Xuan Yuchi if she would be her godmother.

Xuan Yuchi politely declined, thinking Xiao Dong was quite sociable.

The wheels of the suitcase rolled swiftly across the carpet. The two girls, chatting and laughing, arrived at the room door.

The makeup artist opened the door, saw the transformed Xiao Dong, and then Xuan Yuchi beside her, and understood instantly.

It seemed the savior had arrived.

She stepped aside, letting the two girls in.

Xuan Yuchi spotted Bian Yunchen in the living room immediately. She had medium-length collarbone hair, wearing an ink-black haute couture halter dress. Her makeup was classic and elegant, and paired with her black obsidian eyes, she looked like a refined villain.

Just sitting there quietly made her seem unreachable.

Xiao Dong rushed over first: “Found them! Sister Yunchen, the earrings weren’t lost. I forgot to bring them. The new colleague brought them to us.”

As she spoke, she laid the suitcase down. Xuan Yuchi went over to unlock it.

“Leave the things, the person leaves,” Bian Yunchen retracted her gaze, her harsh words sharp as needles.

Xiao Dong’s nose twitched with sadness. She slowly stood up, turning to leave.

She knew it; the death penalty was waived, but the living penalty was inescapable…

“I was talking about her,” Bian Yunchen’s voice held a lazy, slightly annoyed tone.

Xuan Yuchi didn’t stand up. She opened her mouth, looked at Yunchen, and blinked her innocent big eyes.

The other woman showed no mercy, lowering her gaze to her phone.

Xuan Yuchi: “I’m not leaving.”

Xiao Dong quietly moved beside her and patted her back.

Talking back to the boss? Don’t you want to keep your job?

Bian Yunchen spoke faintly: “This is my room.”

Xuan Yuchi immediately stood up: “I ran all the way here, didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, I’m in an unfamiliar place, and I raced under the sun to bring you things. But as soon as I arrive, you kick me out… What kind of boss are you?”

Xiao Dong grew more nervous as she listened, but towards the end, she suddenly felt something was off.

This new colleague’s tone didn’t sound like a complaint against a wicked capitalist; it sounded more like a lover complaining about an indifferent girlfriend?

Three words popped into her head—a ‘submissive slave’.

But remembering that Xuan Yuchi had just helped her, she quickly suppressed the thought.

She whispered: “Let’s go, let’s go. I’ll treat you to dinner.”

Bian Yunchen put her phone down: “Who assigned this task to you?”

Xuan Yuchi stood tall: “I volunteered for it myself.”

Her colleagues didn’t assign her any work, did they? It was as if they didn’t trust her ability.

Fortunately, she was quick enough to learn that the colleague originally scheduled to come had to take care of her child, so she volunteered.

Bian Yunchen sneered: “In other words, it wasn’t supposed to fall on you. You were the one who rushed to come, not me who invited you.”

“You did this all willingly.”

Xuan Yuchi’s fingers felt a jolt of electricity.

Years ago, when she was breaking up with Bian Yunchen, Bian Yunchen had also asked her: “Xuan Yuchi, how could you do this to me?”

“Xuan Yuchi” had replied: “Why not? You did this all willingly.”

The bullet from many years ago hit her squarely between the eyes. Her mind flashed to the look of heartbreak on Bian Yunchen’s face back then. She was speechless for a moment.

Defeated, she was escorted back to the hotel lobby by Xiao Dong, still maintaining the awkward look of having lost an argument.

Xiao Dong consoled her: “Sister Yunchen is probably in a bad mood today—no, she’s been in a bad mood lately. Don’t take it personally. Capitalists are all like that.”

Xuan Yuchi: “Oh… Are you still treating me to dinner?”

Her heart was slightly broken and needed the comfort of food.

Xiao Dong: “Yes, but not today. I have to accompany Sister Yunchen to an event later. How about tomorrow lunchtime?”

Xuan Yuchi nodded.

Xiao Dong went to the front desk to get her a room: “I’ll bring your suitcase over to you later.”

Xuan Yuchi didn’t go back to the room. She first went to the hotel restaurant and had a hearty meal. Full and satisfied, the earlier unpleasantness vanished into thin air.

Lying on the soft hotel bed, she hadn’t even fallen asleep when an urgent phone call summoned her away again.

Xiao Dong had a severe case of acute gastroenteritis, and Xuan Yuchi had to cover for her.

In Xiao Dong’s room, through the restroom door, Xiao Dong quickly briefed Xuan Yuchi on her job duties: essentially helping Yunchen carry things, tidying her outfit when she got out of the car, and taking some photos for documentation before she entered the show.

Xuan Yuchi left, full of confidence. Now she had to go to Yunchen’s room for a final check of her styling.

She opened the door.

Xuan Yuchi preempted: “Xiao Dong has gastroenteritis; I’m here to cover for her.”

She walked in, and Bian Yunchen didn’t stop her, only scoffing: “Do you even know what you’re supposed to do?”

Xuan Yuchi’s steps were light. She spun around and grabbed something from the dressing table. She walked up to Bian Yunchen, and under her questioning gaze, pinched her chin.

“You…”

Before Bian Yunchen could get angry, Xuan Yuchi smoothed the lipstick on her lips: “A final touch-up, done. We can leave.”

The warm touch of her fingertips lingered on her chin. A flicker of complex emotion crossed Bian Yunchen’s face, instantly returning to its icy cold expression.

“You better not have any intention of taking advantage of your position.”

Xuan Yuchi looked self-assured, saying in the most innocent tone ever: “Of course not. It’s not like we haven’t kissed before.”

A flash of angry red appeared on Bian Yunchen’s face. She truly regretted putting this person right under her nose.

She was here just to provoke her.

Even as a child, Xuan Yuchi could naturally say a few seemingly reasonable things that would infuriate her half to death.

And Xuan Yuchi herself was completely unaware of it.

Bian Yunchen pretended not to hear her words: “When are you giving me back the ring? Do you enjoy monopolizing other people’s possessions?”

Xuan Yuchi, who was inwardly congratulating herself on how cool she looked while applying the lipstick, froze.

“Ha… I’ll give it back to you when you return to the country.”

Bian Yunchen: “Oh?”

“Did you perhaps lose it, or use it as collateral when you borrowed money?”

Xuan Yuchi: “Of course not!”

Bian Yunchen gave a light laugh: “Why are you so nervous? After all, given your past, I wouldn’t be surprised even if you did.”

Xuan Yuchi was about to argue, but her peripheral vision caught sight of something in the bedroom.

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