The Heartless Alpha Just Wants to Follow the Plot - Chapter 34

“Did you leave something in the apartment?”

When they arrived, Pu Ying helped carry the bags up the elevator. Both of them had their hands full. Exhausted, Pu Ying asked weakly,

“You bought so much, have you thought about how you’re going to explain this to Tan Ya later?”

Su Mo: “Why should I explain it to her?”

Ding-dong!

The elevator doors opened. Su Mo pressed the doorbell at Qiu Fu’s apartment. Before Qiu Fu could answer, the door next to her opened. Tan Ya poked her head out, and the moment she saw Su Mo, her eyes lit up.

“Su-jie!”

She rushed out excitedly. “Did you come to see me?”

Su Mo blinked, hesitated for a moment, then answered honestly: “No.”

Tanya: “…”

“Why not? You promised you’d come see me!”

She clung to Su Mo’s arm, hanging off her like a child, her voice soft and trembling with a hint of tears.

“Su-jie, I’m so scared being alone. I don’t want to live here.”

Jiang Xi, who had followed her out to make sure Tan Ya didn’t get lost: “…”

Alone? What about me, am I not a person?

When Su Mo’s gaze shifted toward her, Jiang Xi bowed nervously.

“Su-jie.”

Su Mo: “Mm. Don’t worry. I’ll come by later.”

Just then, Qiu Fu opened her door. Her eyes landed on Su Mo, but before she could speak, she noticed TanYa draped over her like she had no bones.

Qiu Fu: “…”

Jiang Xi: “Alright.”

“Come in.”

Qiu Fu stepped aside. Pu Ying didn’t pay much attention to Tan Ya clinging to Su Mo. Knowing Su Mo’s obsession with cleanliness, she figured Su Mo would soon find a way to shake Tan Ya off without anyone’s help.

Sure enough, the next moment Su Mo’s face hardened.

“Let go.”

Tan Ya looked at her pitifully, not understanding why Su Mo was being so harsh, she hadn’t done anything wrong.

Su Mo: “I don’t like people touching me. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Tan Ya reluctantly released her grip. “Oh.”

Inside the apartment, Tan Ya trailed behind Su Mo like a little shadow. Wherever Su Mo sat, Tan Ya sat right beside her.

Pu Ying, lounging on a single sofa, smirked at the sight. Clearly, this girl wasn’t very clever—Su Mo hated being followed around, it made everything inconvenient. If Tan Ya kept ignoring her warnings, Su Mo would eventually lose her temper.

As expected, Su Mo’s patience wore thin. She frowned at the child sitting right next to her, shifted slightly away, only for Tan Ya to scoot closer again, unwilling to waste any chance to be near her.

Su Mo: “…”

She pointed to the other end of the sofa.

“Sit over there. It’s big enough—you don’t need to crowd me.”

Tan Ya looked at her with wounded, puppy-like eyes, as if terrified of being abandoned again. But Su Mo, knowing Tan Ya’s eventual fate, couldn’t afford to treat her as harmless.

This little puppy would one day grow into a fierce wolf, tearing apart anyone who dared oppose her.

So, no matter how innocent or sweet she seemed now, Su Mo couldn’t let herself be fooled. Saving her and giving her a chance for revenge—that was already Su Mo’s limit.

Su Mo clenched her fists, fighting the urge to lash out.

The system, sensing her frustration, quickly intervened:

【Host, hold it in! Don’t lay a hand on her. She’s the protagonist!】

If she harmed Tan Ya, none of them would have a good future.

Su Mo: “…”

I’ll endure.

“Staring at me won’t help. Sit over there. Don’t make me angry.”

Tan Ya: “…”

Moments ago, she thought she saw tenderness in Su Mo’s eyes. Now, all she saw was impatience and coldness.

And strangely, she could faintly sense fear from Su Mo—fear that Tan Ya might hurt her.

Why?

Tan Ya didn’t understand, but she had no choice but to obey. She obediently moved to the far end of the sofa.

When Qiu Fu came over with flower tea, she saw the scene: Su Mo sitting coldly on one side, Tan Ya sulking at the other end, and Pu Ying calmly detached on the single sofa.

Qiu Fu: “?”

What kind of game is this?

Unable to meddle, she simply asked, “Tea?”

Su Mo: “Yes. With ice, please.”

Her stomach was burning; if she drank something hot, her irritation would only worsen.

Qiu Fu: “Alright.”

Not understanding her peculiar preference, she fetched a box of ice cubes.

Pu Ying adjusted her glasses. “I’ll have coffee. If you don’t have any, hot water will do. Thank you.”

Tan Ya pouted at Pu Ying. “I’ll have the same as Su-jie.”

Su Mo, expressionless, pulled out her phone and said flatly:

“Give her a hot one.”

Tan Ya: “…”

Qiu Fu glanced between them, then handed Tan Ya a cup of hot flower tea.

Tan Ya: “…”

She pursed her lips again. “Whatever Su-jie says.”

Su Mo held back her irritation. What was wrong with this girl? The system hadn’t warned her Tan Ya would be this clingy, otherwise she’d have given up long ago.

She downed her iced tea in one gulp.

Qiu Fu, holding her barely touched tea: “…”

Suddenly, her own drink felt wasted.

“My things—where are they?” Su Mo said.

“It’s inside. I’ll go get it.”

Qiu Fu set down her cup and went to fetch the inhibitors. As soon as her figure disappeared, Su Mo turned her gaze toward Tan Ya, who looked obedient and harmless.

“Tan Ya.”

Tan Ya blinked, her eyes wide and innocent. “Su-jie.”

Su Mo said evenly, “Tan Ya, go back to your place first. I’ll come see you later.”

Tan Ya pouted. “Su-jie, why don’t you just come with me now? Is it because Sister Qiu is prettier?”

“You talk too much, Tan Ya.”

Su Mo disliked people who spoke endlessly. Tan Ya clearly didn’t understand—she was like a child denied candy, trying to get closer, using pitiful looks and tears to draw attention, hoping someone would hand her the sweet she wanted.

But Su Mo hated that kind of behavior most of all.

Tan Ya lowered her head miserably, curling up like a frightened puppy.

In the art of acting pitiful and coquettish, Tan Ya was gifted. Even though Su Mo knew the future and had hardened her heart, she couldn’t help but soften her tone when faced with Tan Ya’s pleading eyes.

“I’ll come see you later. I even bought you some things. Don’t think I’ll abandon you.”

Tan Ya asked cautiously, “Really?”

But secretly, the corners of her lips curled upward. As expected, this woman couldn’t resist a pitiful child. Adults weren’t so hard to manipulate after all.

Su Mo nodded. “Of course it’s true.”

“Mm. Then I’ll wait for you.”

Tan Ya stood up obediently and didn’t linger.

As she left, she noticed Su Mo unconsciously exhale in relief, her posture relaxing slightly.

Tan Ya raised her brows. Was Su Mo uncomfortable only because of her? She hadn’t done anything, yet Su Mo seemed to guard against her as if she already knew her true nature.

Interesting.

This woman, who seemed the least clever in the crowd, had surprisingly sharp instincts.

At the doorway, Tan Ya turned back, smiling sweetly yet with a hint of obsession.

“Su-jie, you must come. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Su Mo’s body stiffened. “I know.”

Only after Tan Ya disappeared completely from sight did Su Mo’s shoulders ease. For a moment, she thought Tan Ya had seen through something—otherwise, why would she suddenly turn back and say that?

“Scared you?”

Pu Ying glanced at her, amusement flickering in her eyes.

Su Mo rubbed her temples and let out a low laugh. “A little. When she turned back just now, I really was startled.”

That gaze unsettled her. She belonged to no one, and she despised eyes filled with possessiveness.

Pu Ying teased, “For her to scare you—that’s unexpected. If she ever joined the entertainment industry, she might have real potential.”

Tan Ya in showbiz? A business prodigy in the entertainment circle? Tsk, Pu Ying really dared to imagine.

Su Mo advised, “Better not entertain that thought. If she took it seriously, you’d never be able to handle her.”

Besides, Tan Ya was not someone who would accept being controlled. If Pu Ying signed her, she’d spend the rest of her life cleaning up Tan Ya’s messes.

“I’m not the type to invite trouble.”

Pu Ying sipped her hot water. She could see right through Tan Ya—the girl’s eyes brimmed with desire, plain to anyone perceptive enough. Though Tan Ya had restrained herself somewhat lately, her childish tricks were far too transparent to fool Pu Ying.

Rarely, she joked: “Her feelings for you are intense. If you ever wanted to develop something with her.”

“Spare me.”

Su Mo chuckled helplessly. Since when did Pu Ying make jokes—especially ones this sharp?

“Develop what?”

Qiu Fu returned after a while, carrying the box. She slid the inhibitors toward Su Mo and asked casually, “Where’s the kid?”

“Gone.”

Su Mo opened the box—three doses inside.

“Thanks. I’ll transfer the money.”

“No need.”

Qiu Fu crossed her legs. A pair of slim-fit jeans outlined her long legs, while white heeled boots added both youth and elegance. Her fitted turtleneck sweater accentuated her slender waist, making her figure all the more striking.

“It’s for me anyway. Giving you a few extra is normal.”

Su Mo had no rebuttal.

She repacked the box. “In that case, I won’t pay you back.”

“Mm.”