The Fallen Film Queen’s Possessive Alpha - Chapter 44

The single dog Qu Yuanzhi was utterly aggrieved. Was it because she, as a lone wolf, couldn’t stand watching the sweet couple being affectionate? Of course not!

She wasn’t that kind of person.

At most, she was just playing a little prank, teasing Zhou Qiwei’s nerves, enjoying the rare sight of her sulking beside Song Haoyin like she used to during their school days, even casting a somewhat pitiful glance at Song Haoyin while she was on the phone.

It was quite amusing.

The jealousy of a single dog tsk, what’s the point? Zhou Qiwei tilted her chin slightly, hooking Song Haoyin’s pinky finger with hers, proud as if she’d snagged a crown.

The single dog took a critical hit. Qu Yuanzhi slumped in her seat, deeply convinced that love was truly terrifying. Even someone like Zhou Qiwei, once known as the school’s most stubborn mule, could now act spoiled and shameless.

Song Haoyin noticed Zhou Qiwei’s finger entwined with hers and hid her smile, gently curling her finger in response. Their linked fingers were so blinding that Qu Yuanzhi had to put on sunglasses, regretting her decision to hitch a ride on this plane.

When Song Haoyin answered the phone, she was still smiling. But whatever was said on the other end quickly wiped the smile from her face.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and Zhou Qiwei watched her with concern, noticing how Song Haoyin’s grip on her hand tightened. Soon, Song Haoyin hung up and told her girlfriend and friend, “It was Zuo Yang. Zuo Wangxun has had a stroke.”

The story began with Zuo Wangxun’s infidelity. Cheating was like alcoholism. hard to quit completely. Especially for someone like Zuo Wangxun, who never saw his affairs as his fault. It was always the world’s doing. When Song Yu was alive, he cheated because she was too domineering. Now, he cheated because Zuo Yang’s father hadn’t produced an Alpha and was too dull.

In short, the world just wasn’t good enough to Zuo Wangxun, so he had no choice but to cheat.

Zuo Yang had long since stopped caring about him. Just keeping her father emotionally stable and preventing him from seeking validation through his scumbag behavior had already drained her. But two nights ago, Zuo Wangxun suddenly collapsed at Cloud Peak Villa and was rushed to the hospital. When the Zuo family gathered, the doctors informed them he’d suffered a stroke.

Over the phone, Zuo Yang didn’t mince words. She told Song Haoyin the truth: Zuo Wangxun had taken “stimulants” and was fooling around with his mistress at Cloud Peak Villa when he got too excited and had a stroke.

Zuo Yang called to warn Song Haoyin to watch out for reporters when she returned to Luocheng. Additionally, the hospital indicated Zuo Wangxun would likely be permanently disabled. Decisions about his shares and his mistress would now fall to Song Haoyin.

After all, from this moment on, Song Haoyin was Zuo Wangxun’s primary heir.

It was only then that Song Haoyin learned Zuo Wangxun had never married Zuo Yang’s father nor any of his subsequent mistresses. With no legal spouse, the two daughters from his last valid marriage now held complete control over the rest of his life. if he even had one left.

Zhou Qiwei wanted to comfort Song Haoyin, but racking her brain, she realized there was no need. Not only was comfort unnecessary, they should be celebrating. That old man who’d been nothing but a thorn in Song Haoyin’s side was now half-dead and powerless. Wasn’t that worth rejoicing over?

Having been in the business world for several years, Zhou Qiwei understood one thing: sometimes you have to consider public perception. After all, according to conventional social ethics, it wouldn’t be appropriate for a daughter to throw a celebration when her father suffers a stroke.

“Hah, he finally got what he deserved!”

Her friend could express emotions more freely. Qu Yuanzhi nearly cheered out loud. Zuo Wangxun, that cheating old scoundrel who’d caused Director Song so much trouble, was finally getting his comeuppance.

Song Haoyin felt neither anger nor joy, quietly intertwining her fingers with Zhou Qiwei’s. She had much to say, yet resonated with the exhaustion in Zuo Yang’s tone. The weariness washed over her like tidal waves, making her want nothing more than to sit quietly here, without thinking about how to face the press after landing.

“We still have over ten hours. I can make some arrangements first.”

Zhou Qiwei sat beside Song Haoyin, holding her hand reassuringly. “I won’t let reporters bother you. We’ll change our landing from Luocheng International to Mingde Airport. Let Yuanbao handle the press conference at the Ferris wheel while I accompany you to the hospital.”

“News has a shelf life. Zuo Wangxun’s only getting attention because of Top Benefit Group and you. Ask Xu Su to release a couple of scoops just muddying the waters will be enough.”

“If reporters ask about this during interviews, Yuanbao, just tell them you’re uninformed about specifics, and emphasize this is Song Haoyin’s family matter that requires no outside commentary.”

“Got it!” Qu Yuanzhi made an OK gesture, brimming with confidence as she declared she’d handle everything.

Luocheng Medical University Hospital

Zuo Yang stood outside the ward, listening with a headache as her father tearfully insisted on staying to care for Zuo Wangxun. “There must be at least one family member present! Who will the doctors inform if anything happens?”

“Are you his family?”

Zuo Yang sneered, for the first time in her life defying her father: “You have zero legal relationship with Mr. Zuo. Please think carefully, what exactly maintains your current standard of living?”

“Don’t speak. Let me finish. If you stay here, Song Haoyin returns tomorrow. Do you really want to face the legitimate heiress? Get your priorities straight!”

“Could you consider me for once? Must you keep getting involved? I’m still young, with a career ahead, and I still have to work alongside Song Haoyin at the company!”

“Dad, take a trip. Pretend this never happened.”

After Zuo Yang promised to ensure his continued financial support, the male Omega made the pragmatic choice when faced with his meal ticket. With lingering regret, he cast one last glance at Zuo Wangxun before leaving.

One problem solved, but Zuo Yang felt no relief the real battle lay ahead. Before her father arrived, Third Uncle Zuo Wanggong had visited with Great Uncle’s warning: under no circumstances should Song Haoyin learn about Zuo Wangxun’s potential disability.

The Zuo family couldn’t risk having all of Zuo Wangxun’s shares fall under Song Haoyin’s trusteeship that would create unnecessary corporate risks. Yet if Zuo Wangxun became incapacitated without arrangements for his shares, Song Haoyin could legally assume control.

But Zuo Yang’s stance diverged from the Zuo family’s. She told Song Haoyin the truth she had no choice. Although Zuo Xingyu’s case hadn’t reached a verdict yet, based on Li Nian’s inside information, his involvement in pheromone smuggling ran deep, likely resulting in a severe sentence.

Even so, the elder uncle remained silent, what would happen to the shares under Zuo Xingyu’s name, and what about Zuo Yang herself? Given the circumstances, Zuo Yang naturally prioritized self-preservation. Her career was at Ferris Wheel, and she loved her current work environment. She had no intention of returning to Top Profit, nor would she allow Top Profit to cause her any trouble.

November 1st

Zhou Qiwei accompanied Song Haoyin to the hospital, arriving directly from the airport. Qu Yuanzhi returned to the company to divert reporters’ attention. As Zhou Qiwei had predicted, there were no journalists at the hospital entrance. Zuo Wangxun’s media attention stemmed solely from Top Profit and Song Haoyin. No reporters were actually camped outside waiting for news.

Summoning the attending physician outside Old Zuo’s room, Song Haoyin carefully reviewed Zuo Wangxun’s condition. The stroke had struck suddenly, compounded by medication, and brain damage was now certain. Though he’d been hospitalized relatively quickly, it remained uncertain whether he’d regain consciousness within two weeks.

“You’re saying if he doesn’t wake up, he’ll remain in a prolonged coma?”

The doctor nodded, explaining further: “Long-term comatose states significantly increase mortality risks. If you need a definitive answer at this stage, I can confirm Zuo failed to regain consciousness within six hours. Even if he wakes within the next fortnight, many functions will be severely impaired.”

Strokes demand urgent treatment within a critical window. Cloud Peak Manor’s remote location meant the nearest hospital was over thirty minutes away. Unaware of the severity at the time, the estate hadn’t arranged helicopter transport. Zuo Wangxun had missed the golden rescue period.

Though the doctor spoke cautiously, Zhou Qiwei grasped the implication: Zuo Wangxun was finished. Even if he miraculously woke within two weeks, full recovery was impossible. No wonder Zuo Yang had told Haoyin over the phone that Zuo Wangxun would likely be incapacitated. Whether dead or disabled, Song Haoyin and Song An’ge stood as equal primary beneficiaries of his shares.

Zuo Yang was declaring allegiance clearly choosing sides between the Zuo family and Song Haoyin.

These were minor issues. With time, the Zuo family could be ground down into submission. Their real crisis was whether Top Profit could remain a family enterprise. Externally, Song Haoyin had Zhou Qiwei’s backing; internally, Qu Jinghan had already stirred dissent. One had to wonder if Zuo Wangxun was losing sleep.

Stubborn alpha traditionalists refusing to embrace the new world how pitiful.

“Zuo Yang handled this well.”

After the doctor left, Zhou Qiwei stepped closer, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Song Haoyin before the hospital bed. “She even instructed the physician to disclose everything to you,” she murmured, “and said all decisions should follow your lead.”

Song Haoyin gazed at the man lying on the hospital bed. She had thought she would feel relieved after all, one major problem would soon be gone. But standing there, seeing him in this state, the fury in her heart only burned fiercer. She truly hated this man hated him for not letting her mother recover in peace, hated him for destroying her family.

And she hated him even more for leaving her with so many beautiful memories of that family.

“I really want. I really want to pull out his oxygen tube, let him die, let him go to hell and beg for my mother’s forgiveness!”

Zhou Qiwei understood this pain all too well. Over the years, she had often asked herself in secret. should she have been kinder to the Zhou family? Had she been too stubborn, too uncompromising? If it were pure malice, then fighting fire with fire, blood for blood, would have been simple no hesitation needed.

But the cruelest part was that they could still recall warmth and love from the past yet those fragments of affection were never enough to fill the void that had already formed.

Zhou Qiwei led Song Haoyin out of the ward. On their way to the parking lot, she said, “This month marks the anniversary of your mother’s passing. I’ll go with you to visit her.”

Pressed against Zhou Qiwei’s embrace, Song Haoyin looked up at her in surprise, catching only a glimpse of her pale, slender neck. Overcome by impulse, right at the corner of the hospital entrance, Song Haoyin pinned Zhou Qiwei against the wall and kissed her scent gland.

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