Scummy Alpha CEO Keeps Courting Death [Transmigration into a Book] - Chapter 4
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“Warning! Warning!”
Beep—
A piercing sound echoed through the space, accompanied by a faint neural ache. Lu Xibie looked at Chu Liruo—she seemed frozen.
“Can you calm down for a bit?” Lu Xibie frowned, speaking impatiently.
“Of course. Host, please refrain from similar actions,” replied the Golden House. The space returned to silence.
“Who are they?” Lu Xibie pointed at the two motionless figures before her.
“While I converse with the host, they remain frozen until the conversation ends.”
Hit—hit her!
“They can’t hear what I’m saying to you?”
“Of course not.”
Ruined! Completely ruined!
“If you have this ability, why not shut up the idiot in my head?”
“Apologies. You can only eliminate Lu Xibie’s lingering regrets by completing plot points and gaining evolution value.”
So she still has to fulfill her mission. Got it.
Lu Xibie nodded, enduring the screaming in her head. She must’ve reached a plot point—her mind was buzzing with excitement.
“Conversation over. Host, please complete the plot point. Note: The Golden House reserves the right to punish you.”
Lu Xibie recalled the pain of a thousand needles piercing her not long ago. She twisted her neck slightly and gritted her teeth.
Chu Liruo watched Lu Xibie twist her neck in front of her, her brows furrowed in annoyance. Instinctively, she shrank further into the corner.
Seeing Chu Liruo’s pitiful appearance, Lu Xibie felt even more sorrow. She wanted to place the bent knife in her hand onto the table, but the lingering regret in her mind flared up again, and her hand moved toward Chu Liruo. Lu Xibie quickly forced herself to let go.
Clang—the knife hit the floor.
“Xibie.”
Lu Xibie turned around. A middle-aged man in a deep blue V-neck sweater, wearing a yellow chalcedony pendant, looked at her with a gentle smile.
A red light frame appeared beside him—
“Luan Yucheng: Lu Xibie’s stepfather.”
Lu Xibie squinted at the introduction. This stepfather wasn’t a good person in the book either.
In fact, Lu Xibie’s violent nature had a lot to do with him.
Lu Xibie lost her omega mother early. Her father, Lu Yanhua, a pillar of the Federation, was rarely home. Most of the time, Lu Xibie was raised by servants.
As a child, Lu Xibie wasn’t so unruly. At least she would sweetly thank the servants when they brought her food.
At age six, Luan Yucheng entered her life. Under his indulgence, her temper worsened. By fifteen, when her talent awakened, she severely injured a servant.
That was the first time Lu Xibie saw so much blood. Panicked, she ran to Luan Yucheng. He didn’t scold her—instead, he praised her and told her not to kill anyone. He casually had the other servants clean up the mess.
From then on, Lu Xibie became even more reckless. She vented her anger by beating and scolding others. Her violent reputation spread throughout Core City.
If not for General Lu Yanhua’s influence and her rare abilities, she would never have been admitted to Zhigu Military Academy.
Her reputation reached Lu Yanhua’s ears. Unable to accept her daughter’s behavior, she returned home and argued with Luan Yucheng. Whenever she had time, she tried to correct Lu Xibie’s path.
But Lu Yanhua’s orders kept her away, and with Luan Yucheng’s instigation, their relationship grew tense.
Hit—hit—hit!
Lu Xibie wanted the voice in her head to stop. She decided to complete the plot point and called out, “Uncle Luan.”
Luan Yucheng’s eyes darkened slightly, but his smile remained. He beckoned, “Xibie, come here.”
After raising this brat for years, she still wouldn’t call him father. But she was ruined anyway.
Luan Yucheng raised an eyebrow, thinking: When will Lu Yanhua accept reality and have a child with him? That would be a well-behaved child, unlike Lu Xibie.
Lu Xibie walked over, curious what he had to say.
“I know you like the one from the Dan family. Your mother made you marry the one from the Chu family—you’re upset, right?” Luan Yucheng glanced at her. “She broke your precious photo frame again.”
Photo—frame.
Hit! Hit!
Lu Xibie knew this was another unrefreshed plot point.
Though expressionless, Luan Yucheng seemed to interpret her reaction and continued, “The Chu family isn’t as good as the Lu family, but she’s your new wife. Your mother will be back soon. Just slap her. We’ll deal with the rest later. If you’re still angry, I can arrange for her to take a leave from Zhigu Academy. She’ll be your toy—do whatever you want.”
So he’s the instigator!
Lu Xibie gave him a cold look. His eyes were full of enthusiasm, as if he were helping her.
“What do you think, Xibie?” Luan Yucheng asked, confident she’d follow his lead.
“Not much.” Lu Xibie crossed her arms and walked to the table, lifting her head slightly so he could see the shattered glass on the floor. “She didn’t break the photo frame, and I didn’t hit her. The slap on her face was from Butler Wang.”
Shrinking in the corner, Chu Liruo wondered—was it because the photo frame wasn’t broken? So this time was different. Dan Ruijing’s influence on Lu Xibie was huge.
Seeing it was just a broken glass, not the frame, Luan Yucheng froze for a moment.
As Lu Xibie neared the photo frame, the voice in her head grew louder.
She walked toward Wang Zhiying to avoid scaring Chu Liruo with any sudden movements.
Seeing Lu Xibie approach, Wang Zhiying trembled and denied, “No, no! I didn’t hit the young madam. Look—I’m holding your precious photo frame of Miss Dan.”
She tried to hand it to Lu Xibie, but Lu Xibie didn’t even look at it.
Hit!
Photo frame!
Lu Xibie’s hand involuntarily rose again.
Wang Zhiying, afraid the frame would break, quickly placed it far away. Lu Xibie held her hand mid-air.
She clenched her fist gently. “So you’re saying the young madam falsely accused you?”
Wang Zhiying glanced at the frame and flattered, “Yes, young miss. The one from Phantom City can’t compare to Miss Dan. I just showed her the frame—she backed away, knocked over a glass, and slapped herself.”
Chu Liruo slapped herself? Lu Xibie didn’t believe it. In the half-book she read, this butler was no good—always stirring trouble and tormenting Chu Liruo.
“Xibie…” Luan Yucheng began, but Lu Xibie interrupted coldly, “I don’t believe it.”
Wang Zhiying was stunned. The young miss clearly favored Miss Dan and disliked the Chu girl. She thought she was helping her vent—why was she now defending the Chu girl?
Huh?
Chu Liruo wondered. She looked at her clothes, then at the photo frame.
Could it be the clothes?
Wow, if she’d known this worked, her last life wouldn’t have been so miserable.
“But… it really was the young madam,” Wang Zhiying insisted, glancing at the servants. “They all saw it.”
“Really?”
“Yes, young miss. You can ask them.” Wang Zhiying bowed and pointed.
Lu Xibie glanced at the servants. One in a light blue uniform looked familiar. After a moment, she remembered—Huan Lin was the first servant Lu Xibie killed in the original plot.
“You’re fired,” Lu Xibie said bluntly, ignoring the voice in her head.
“Ah? Young miss, I really didn’t hit her!” Wang Zhiying panicked, looking to Luan Yucheng for help.
“Xibie, maybe there’s a misunderstanding. Why not hear what the servants say?” Luan Yucheng suggested. Wang Zhiying was his distant cousin and had come to the Lu residence with him.
“Misunderstanding? I saw it myself. Are you saying I’m lying?” Lu Xibie stared at him. “Uncle Luan, I know she’s your cousin, but she’s just a butler. A butler dares hit my newlywed wife? That’s outrageous!”
“Young miss, you—?” Wang Zhiying was shocked. Why had Lu Xibie changed so much? She used to hate the Chu girl.
She thought of a possibility. “Young miss, the one in the photo frame is Miss Dan.”
“Calm down, Xibie,” Luan Yucheng said gently. He was puzzled by her change but didn’t want his cousin harmed. “She was wrong. Butler Wang, apologize to the young madam!”
“Mr. Luan.” Wang Zhiying looked at him, unwillingly walked to Chu Liruo, bowed, and said, “I’m sorry, young madam.”
Chu Liruo