Scumbag Alpha’s Pheromones Are Toxic - Chapter 26.3

Qin Zishu leaned in, practically begging for a scolding. “You could smile at me.”

Ji Yao flashed a murderous smile and said in a mock-sultry voice, “Manager Qin, care to play?”

The moment she heard “Manager Qin,” Qin Zishu lost all restraint, performing with unbridled intensity.

Ji Yao: “…” Sigh.

“Say it again,” Qin Zishu said, having developed a taste for it. She continued recklessly, “I want to hear it again.”

Ji Yao wasn’t stupid; she shut her mouth and refused to answer. Who knew what dark fetishes this crazy brat had? One wrong word and she’d set her off again. And the consequences of setting her off were severe—specifically, Ji Yao’s waist couldn’t take much more.

“I’ve spent entire days hanging from wires on set and never felt this sore,” Ji Yao muttered.

At the mention of “wires,” Qin Zishu’s eyes turned red. “Don’t say it,” she mumbled.

She couldn’t bear it. Even now, if she saw a young actress filming wire-work on set, she would feel a wave of distress and pain. Ji Yao had lost her life to such a thing. Even though Qin Zishu hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, the lack of a visual made the imagined horror in her mind all the deeper.

In countless loops, she would wake up only to be greeted by the news of Ji Yao’s death. Every time she opened her eyes, countless people sent her the same message—Ji Yao was filming a stunt on a cliff, refused a double, fell, and died.

In the dead of night, whenever Qin Zishu closed her eyes, she would remember that missed call from Ji Yao. Because of a moment of petty pride, she had lost that person forever.

She didn’t fear death, but that only applied to her own.

She wasn’t afraid to die.

But if that person was Ji Yao.

She was scared to death.

“Don’t leave me,” Qin Zishu sobbed, her voice thick with tears. “You can hit me, you can scold me, just don’t leave me alone again.”

Ji Yao: “…”

She truly wanted to soften her heart and comfort the girl, but while Qin Zishu was indeed crying with genuine, heart-wrenching emotion her physical movements hadn’t slowed down in the slightest!

Ji Yao couldn’t fathom it. How could someone be crying as if they were about to stop breathing, yet simultaneously channeling all that grief and indignation into “strength”?

Ji Yao had originally intended to tell her to stop crying. Now, she just wanted to snap: “What, haven’t you eaten today? Cry louder! I can’t hear you!”

The stark, high-fashion lines of the black evening gown remained perfectly styled on the top half, while the bottom half was draped incongruously open toward her. Ji Yao couldn’t bear to look; she felt a wave of profound regret for picking such a cursed day to visit the mall.

Terrified that Qin Zishu would lose all restraint, Ji Yao waited for the girl’s excitement to peak before saying coldly, “Once we’re finished, we’re going to settle some accounts.”

Qin Zishu: “???”

Ji Yao’s voice was icy. “How exactly did you get word and rush over here? Give me a full and honest confession.”

Qin Zishu’s reason flickered back into place. She realized she had likely exposed herself.

But she wasn’t about to give a full confession the very first time she was interrogated. Qin Zishu thought quickly and spun a lie: “I have a friend who just happened to see you.”

Ji Yao exposed her without mercy. “I’ve been in the differentiation process for less than half an hour. Even if you got the news the second it happened, you couldn’t have dropped from the sky.”

Qin Zishu: “…”

Ji Yao continued, “The event you were attending wasn’t exactly ‘just around the corner’ from here.”

“Sister,” Qin Zishu muttered, “can we please move past this topic?”

“Confess and be lenient, or resist and be handled accordingly,” Ji Yao replied.

Qin Zishu bit the bullet. “A listening device.”

Ji Yao snatched up her clothes and threw them directly at the girl’s face. “Find it. Right now. Get it out!”