I Transmigrated into a Scummy Alpha and Stole the Heroine from Her Tragic Romance - Chapter 55

Qi Xiyao froze mid-motion while washing her hands, then suddenly choked on her own saliva and began coughing violently.

Yu Peirong heard it from the other room and quickly rushed over, gently patting her back to help her breathe, clearly concerned.

“You wore too little when walking the red carpet today. I told you to use more heating patches, but you didn’t listen. Look at you now, caught a cold, didn’t you?”

Just as she finished speaking, Qi Xiyao’s cough worsened. Yu Peirong immediately went to pour her a cup of warm water.

After drinking several sips, Qi Xiyao finally calmed down and sat back down, trying to gather her thoughts.

“Let’s not go public just yet. Maybe next year. I’d like to wait until my career is more stable before we think about those things.”

Yu Peirong smiled slightly. She understood Qi Xiyao had her own plans, so she didn’t push the matter.

Lately, she had been handling the girl group project and had also landed a commercial endorsement for Qi Xiyao. Since Qi Xiyao had been traveling frequently for work, the two of them had not been able to see each other every day like before.

One sunny afternoon, Yu Peirong received an unexpected call from Qi Xiyao, which caught her slightly off guard.

Usually, Qi Xiyao only called her in the evenings because of their work schedules and the fact they had been living separately. Yu Peirong often stayed at the company overnight. But hearing the soft voice of the Omega on the other end still made her heart skip a beat.

“What’s going on, Yaoyao?”

Her tone was warm, and even through the phone, the smile in her voice could be felt.

It sounded like Qi Xiyao was on set. She had likely snuck away and was speaking quietly with her hand over the phone. There was background noise, so she raised her voice slightly to be heard.

“Come celebrate the New Year at my place this year. My mom is out of the hospital, and I want to visit her while I have time off.”

The Spring Festival release slot for Director Quan Zhihong’s film had not gone through. It was scheduled for the third day of the Lunar New Year instead of New Year’s Eve, which was still a very good time. After the third day, Qi Xiyao would have to start the next wave of promotional activities. Until then, she had a few days to spend with her family.

Yu Peirong was excited at the idea of meeting her parents. She put down her stylus and replied,

“Sounds good. Help me think about what I should bring as a gift… By the way, Yaoyao, have I met your parents before?”

Before she could finish the sentence, the call was interrupted. Yu Peirong heard arguing in the background. Qi Xiyao’s voice was buried in the noise, too unclear to make out. But with an Alpha’s sharp hearing, Yu Peirong leaned in and quickly picked up what was being said.

“Everyone else is working. Why are you slacking off here? I get that it’s almost New Year’s, but that doesn’t mean you can just slack off.”

“Forget it, don’t apologize. Let’s be honest. I know you’ve got someone powerful backing you. But come on, you know exactly what kind of person Yu Peirong is. Just because she’s differentiated into an Alpha doesn’t mean anything. The Yu family only got where it is because her mother slept her way to the top…”

Yu Peirong clenched her phone tightly. Rage burned in her chest. But just then, the voice on the other end was cut off, and a loud slap rang out clearly.

Qi Xiyao’s voice followed, cold and sharp.

“You’d better learn to control your mouth. Don’t embarrass yourself in public like this again.”

The other person shouted in shock.

“You actually hit me?”

Qi Xiyao seemed to realize the call was still connected and hung up quickly. Yu Peirong didn’t call back, but her heart felt uneasy.

After a moment of silence, she began looking into who had been filming with Qi Xiyao that day. It didn’t take long to find the likely culprit, a woman named Zou Yue.

Zou Yue was an artist under Heying Entertainment. She had previously competed with Qi Xiyao in auditions and lost, and had been holding a grudge ever since. She had made several indirect comments mocking Qi Xiyao in the past.

She was known for playing the victim online, often writing long emotional posts late at night and deleting them immediately after posting. Her drama always ended up being screenshotted by marketing accounts and stirred up plenty of gossip.

She often spoke without thinking and was labeled “brutally honest,” but she had offended quite a few people along the way.

Yu Peirong gave a few quick instructions to her assistant. After confirming that Qi Xiyao was safe through a follow-up call a few minutes later, she set aside her emotions and returned to her work.

Once her tasks were complete, her assistant came in, knocking politely before entering.

“She’s connected to Miss Lu.”

Miss Lu?

There was only one person in the Lu family who fit that title—Lu Zhiyao.

Yu Peirong felt a headache coming on.

She had been wanting to find out more about her relationship with Lu Zhiyao. What exactly had happened between them that made this woman so obsessed, even sending people to disrupt her life?

But before she could say anything more, a wave of fragmented memories suddenly crashed into her mind. Her head began to ache as flashes of forgotten scenes surfaced, one after another.

Yu Peirong abruptly stood up from her seat.

**

Since Xu Xiaoqi had recovered and left the hospital, Ye An hadn’t dared to visit her.

She knew Xu Xiaoqi’s recovery was going well. Her memories of the past were returning, but Ye An still felt too nervous to face her. There was something she couldn’t get past.

While casually browsing Weibo that day, she saw a bold headline push notification in bright red.

“Yu Litian discharged from hospital and announces he is cutting ties with daughter Yu Peirong, sparking public outrage”

Ye An’s heart dropped, and her vision went dark for a moment. She quickly opened the full article.

As expected, it was trending. The comment section was flooded with harsh criticism, and all of it was aimed at Yu Peirong.

In the eyes of many, especially those who believed deeply in traditional values, filial piety was sacred. This situation triggered widespread condemnation, especially from self-appointed online moralists.

Ye An had known Yu Litian was hospitalized. She hadn’t visited him herself, but she had kept a close eye on the news.

Unlike Yu Peirong, who had transmigrated and had no emotional ties to him, Ye An had grown up with him. No matter how complicated their relationship, he was still her father.

Yu Litian’s condition had been stable. He had even given an interview later, in which he didn’t cry but spoke with a heavy heart. He accused his daughter of abandoning him, saying she had not cared for him at all during his time in the hospital.

Even though he had a professional caregiver, he claimed he was now a lonely old man with no family. His only daughter only cared about his wealth and showed him no real affection.

The comment section of Yu Peirong’s Weibo was filled with insults. After she had appeared with Qi Xiyao on that survival reality show, her follower count had exploded. She now had hundreds of thousands of fans, an impressive number for someone who wasn’t even a celebrity.

But her latest post had become a battlefield. Whether the accounts were trolls or genuine users, no one could tell. They all accused her of being cold, heartless, and unfilial. Some said that after becoming an Alpha, she no longer cared whether her father lived or died.

Ye An felt a strange unease. Just as she was trying to figure it out, her phone suddenly rang.

It was a number she knew all too well. But now, hearing someone else calling her from it felt surreal, like it belonged to another life entirely.

Still, the moment she heard that clear, familiar voice, Ye An’s body tensed on instinct.

**

Yu Peirong had invited her to a private room in a high-end lounge bar.

The place was luxuriously decorated, and even the minimum spending started in the thousands. It was located on prime real estate, right beside the upscale bar district.

This used to be one of Ye An’s favorite spots. Compared to the noisy chaos of ordinary bars, she preferred the relaxed atmosphere here, where soft acoustic music played and folk singers occasionally performed live.

But things were different now. Her current salary was a world apart from what she used to earn, and she no longer had the means to step foot into a place like this. Instead, the woman who walked into the room now had taken that position. Yet Ye An didn’t feel jealousy—only a quiet fear.

Yu Peirong wore simple, everyday makeup. Gone were the thick smoky eyes she had once been so fond of. Without the heavy styling, her naturally beautiful features stood out clearly.

Ye An had to admit, she looked much better now than she had in the past, when she often made herself look like a ghost. She was much easier on the eyes.

She watched Yu Peirong sit down and poured her a cup of tea. Yu Peirong reached out to accept it and politely said, “Thank you.”

They were two people with so many tangled ties between them, yet at that moment, they felt like complete strangers.

Yu Peirong took a sip of the tea. The floral aroma of rosebud filled her mouth, pleasant and soothing, although she personally preferred grapefruit tea.

“Do you not like the flavor?” she asked.

Seeing the slight change in Yu Peirong’s expression, Ye An immediately waved down a server and began ordering. Since Yu Peirong didn’t say anything, she just randomly picked a few classic teas and snacks. When the elegantly plated tiramisu arrived, Yu Peirong finally took a small piece with a fork and began tasting it in silence.

Ye An felt uneasy.

She had met Yu Peirong several times before. Although the woman had always had a strong presence, it had never felt quite like this.

Today, Yu Peirong’s silence carried a subtle sense of rudeness, and it left Ye An completely unsure of how to respond. Her habitual fear of the woman kept her from asking anything directly.

To fill the silence, Ye An took a small bite of the tiramisu. She chewed slowly, using the food to hide her discomfort. But even though the dessert was expertly made and full of rich dark chocolate flavor, she found it hard to swallow.

After a long pause, Yu Peirong gave a soft, calm laugh.

“How’s the food? I remember this place used to be one of your favorites.”

Ye An stiffened. The fork in her hand slipped from her fingers and clattered against the edge of the plate. Her tiramisu remained mostly untouched, looking oddly conspicuous on the table.

Yu Peirong looked up and met her eyes. Her gaze was steady and quiet, but the moment their eyes met, Ye An’s composure shattered. She instinctively tried to look away, but before she could, Yu Peirong spoke again.

Her voice was calm and measured. It carried no obvious aggression, but there was a quiet pressure behind her words that left no room for escape.

“Can I see the message history between you and Yu Litian?”

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