The Heartless Alpha Just Wants to Follow the Plot - Chapter 11

Facing both Pu Ying and Qiu Fu, Xu Qiang didn’t bother putting on a pleasant face. He gave Qiu Fu a mocking look and said,

“Yo, if it isn’t our little money-maker. What, bringing an outsider this time—planning to make a move against your own company?”

Before Qiu Fu could respond, Pu Ying had already pulled out a chair and sat down. The two assistants behind her quickly dragged out another chair for Qiu Fu. Qiu Fu nodded in thanks and sat as well.

Xu Qiang’s expression twisted for a moment at Pu Ying’s blatant familiarity.

“Pu Ying, what’s the meaning of this?”

“We’ve worked with Feimu Entertainment before. But you show up with one of my artists—what is that supposed to be?”

Sitting upright, Pu Ying’s face remained calm.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to poach.”

Xu Qiang nearly lost control of his expression again.

Qiu Fu: “……”

One had to admit—Pu Ying was really strong. She just said it outright?

Xu Qiang swallowed down a wave of anger, speaking through clenched teeth.

“Poaching isn’t exactly a good look, is it?”

Pu Ying didn’t care at all.

“Oh? Then just think of it as me stealing.”

Xu Qiang: “……”

He slammed the table and stood up, furious.

“Pu Ying, don’t push your luck!”

“Even if Su Zhen backs you, that doesn’t mean you get to be unreasonable!”

Pu Ying lowered her gaze slightly, removed her rimless glasses, and pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe a smudge on the lenses. She sighed lightly.

“What are you so worried about? I’m not here to steal you.”

Xu Qiang felt like his punch had landed on a pile of cotton—everything he threw out was effortlessly dissolved by Pu Ying. He had strength but nowhere to use it, and it made him seethe with frustration.

He lowered his voice, forcing himself to stay calm.

“Pu Ying, you should show me a bit more respect.”

Putting her glasses back on, Pu Ying stared at him expressionlessly.

“My time is limited. Let’s finish this quickly so I can take her and leave.”

Xu Qiang: “……”

Qiu Fu: “……”

So, this was the legendary “fastest negotiator in the industry”?

Threatening people the moment she sat down?

Xu Qiang took a few deep breaths, suppressing the blood pressure rising in his temples. When he spoke again, his tone was forced into something resembling reason.

“Pu Ying, Qiu Fu is Qi Huan Entertainment’s money tree. I can’t let her go. You’re a manager—you know better than anyone how hard it is to cultivate an artist with star potential.”

Then he turned to Qiu Fu, trying to appeal emotionally.

“We’re all in the same industry. Feimu has so many big-name artists already. Resources are limited—if they give something to others, how would they possibly give it to you?”

“What they can’t offer you, we can. Qiu Fu, think about your future.”

Of course, Qiu Fu understood that. But she no longer wanted to stay here and be pushed around. If she didn’t leave now, she’d never get the chance again.

Being an Omega brought benefits, but also many dangers.

The moment Su Mo explained the situation, Pu Ying had come. Qiu Fu felt she should trust Su Mo at least this once.

Thinking of Su Mo’s words, she shook her head.

“No. Resources should be earned fairly. Unprovoked favoritism only breeds resentment from other artists.”

“I’m grateful for the company’s years of support, but now that things have reached this point, there’s no going back.”

A flicker of satisfaction flashed through Pu Ying’s eyes. Clear thinking—that was good. If Qiu Fu were still confused at a time like this, or worse, trying to use this opportunity to increase her own price tag, that would be stupid.

“President Xu, I’m very busy. Let’s start the transfer-contract signing.”

Pu Ying gestured with her hand, and a contract appeared on the holographic screen. She forwarded it to him and motioned for him to take a look.

“We’re showing sincerity, so we expect the same from you.”

Xu Qiang didn’t want to look. But under Pu Ying’s steadily darkening gaze, he forced himself to open the file. The contract was indeed very sincere—everything was laid out clearly.

All the company’s mistakes, the reasons behind the poaching, everything was spelled out plainly. The section detailing the problems with Xu Qiang and the agent Diao Yingnan was even written in bright red text in the margins.

Reading it, Xu Qiang’s face went red, then white, then red again—an absolutely spectacular display.

Pu Ying added at the appropriate moment,

“I’m sure once President Xu finishes reading, he’ll have a deeper understanding of the situation. Qiu Fu’s contract was already unsuitable back when she presented as an Alpha, but that’s all in the past, so I won’t harp on it.”

“But now that she’s an Omega, everything should be handled according to Omega standards.”

“There are quite a few surprising clauses in your company’s contract. The hidden traps, we won’t mention—Qiu Fu stepped in them while she was still young and inexperienced.”

“But the things that are out in the open—we need to put them on the table.”

Her tone was calm, as if she was simply describing what she had for breakfast. But Xu Qiang broke out in a cold sweat.

In this industry, everyone knows the unspoken rules: companies can set the terms of the contract however they want. Once you sign, you’re bound to it.

Which is why agencies love burying traps—if you don’t sign, they won’t take you; if they don’t take you, you’ll never get resources or enter the industry at all.

Most people grit their teeth and swallow the unfair terms.

Qiu Fu had done the same.

But Pu Ying was different. She had seen immediately that the contract was a black-hearted document through and through. Signing it was essentially selling yourself to the company—your youth, your freedom, everything. The company could toss you aside whenever it wanted, and if they broke the contract, they’d only have to pay one-tenth of the penalty.

The penalty for breaching the contract was in the millions—hundreds of millions, even. And worse, the clauses stated that if the artist had ever received high-tier resources from the company, the penalty would increase further.

Given Qiu Fu’s status, her breach penalty alone reached fifty million.

Yet according to the contract’s payment distribution terms, the total amount that had actually passed through Qiu Fu’s hands over the past five years didn’t even come close to fifty million.

Pu Ying allowed herself a rare hint of a smile. “Your contract is interesting.”

Xu Qiang: “……”

Qiu Fu kept her head down, letting Pu Ying handle everything. She herself was in no state to manage any of this.

Xu Qiang forced himself to maintain a facade. “They signed the contract willingly, and we clearly explained everything beforehand. They still agreed because they wanted to become stars.

“The company invested so much time, effort, and resources into promoting them, lifting them up step by step. Isn’t it reasonable to ask for a little compensation in return?”

Pu Ying nodded casually. “I never said it wasn’t.”

She crossed one leg over the other, hands resting on her knee, voice turning firm. “But your contract dances right on the edge of legality. The version your company uploaded on Star Net doesn’t match the real contract actually signed.

That’s illegal.”

If someone really investigated, Qi Huan Entertainment would likely face a full-scale suspension—from top to bottom.

Pu Ying’s voice was light, but in Xu Qiang’s ears it landed like a thousand-pound weight.

His face darkened like a scorched pot. After a long silence, he muttered, “Then what do you want? You’re holding company secrets. If you send me in, the person who provided this contract will go in with me.”

His gaze flicked toward Qiu Fu, the threat obvious. He knew it had come from her. But the contract included a confidentiality clause—if Party B exposed it first, she would not only owe a hundredfold penalty but also face prison time.

Xu Qiang looked completely unbothered by his own shamelessness. The sight made Qiu Fu’s teeth ache. She almost slapped him across the face.

But she held back. She was still technically under this company. She had to follow the rules—for now.

Pu Ying narrowed her eyes. “You’ve said quite a lot. Let’s just terminate the contract. I’m hungry.”

It was only then that Xu Qiang realized he’d walked straight into a trap.

If earlier he still had room to appeal to emotion and persuade Qiu Fu to stay, now that was impossible. The pretense had dropped, and the one calmly holding all the cards—Pu Ying—looked at him with eyes still and cold as dead water, as though none of this surprised her at all.

Xu Qiang: “……”

A loss. A massive one.

He slapped his forehead, feeling his heart chill all the way through.

He’d just lost over a billion in value and an award-winning actress.

How much did it cost to create an actress of her caliber?

And now, with a few words from Pu Ying, she was gone. Xu Qiang was so furious he could cough up blood.

He wanted to refuse to sign, but when he looked at Qiu Fu’s expression—clearly ready to die dragging him down with her—he was forced to swallow his rage and slowly sign his name on the termination document. He even took a photo for record.

After receiving the signed contract, Pu Ying glanced at it, then lowered her head and instructed her light-brain device, “Pay.”

Qiu Fu, who had been sitting stiff and uneasy, suddenly froze. This was all too surreal.

Qiu Fu: “?”

Who was paying?

Su Mo, lounging on the sofa eating fruit: “……”

So, this wasn’t the company paying.

It was Pu Ying paying out of pocket?

Then she remembered what Pu Ying had said earlier—that she wanted a long-term canary. Suddenly, everything made sense. Pu Ying had meant it.

Fine then. If she wanted to pay, she could pay.

【Ding. Account credited: 50,000,000. Please check your balance.】

Once the transfer went through, Pu Ying picked up the contract and stood. With a cool expression, she extended her hand toward Xu Qiang. “Pleasure doing business.”

Xu Qiang felt physical pain shoot through him. He thought she was deliberately mocking him. Gritting his teeth, he forced out every word: “Pleasure doing business.”

After the handshake, Pu Ying left with the other two. Xu Qiang clutched his chest, shaking with rage, wishing he could drag her back and scream at her.

“Damn it! Damn it!”

He slammed the table so hard the coffee cup flew off, spilling coffee everywhere. The little cleaning robot hurried out to tidy up, only to be kicked aside by him.

“Damn woman, damn Pu Ying, damn Feimu Entertainment! One day I’ll crush all of you! I’ll make sure no one answers when you cry for help!”

His assistant heard the commotion from behind the half-closed office door and shivered.

Under her breath, she muttered, “As if Feimu Entertainment could be toppled that easily. Unless every member of the Su family dropped dead.”

She sighed again. She seriously didn’t understand why President Xu insisted on comparing himself to Feimu. They were never even on the same playing field.

“Sigh, another troublesome day.”