The Heartless Alpha Just Wants to Follow the Plot - Chapter 57

Pu Ying stated that she would handle the matter.

Looking at the unmoved Tan Ya, Pu Ying said flatly, “If you keep throwing a tantrum like this, she still won’t come to see you.”

Tan Ya jerked her head away, clearly unconvinced.

“Look at how long you’ve been acting out. The issues with the Tan family are almost resolved, has she shown even the slightest intention of visiting you?”

Pu Ying had plenty of ways to deal with children. Having her motives laid bare, Tan Ya decided to stop pretending.

She stared straight at Pu Ying and said, word by word, “I want to see her. You have a way to make that happen, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Assigning a mentor to you was a task Su Mo gave me. If you truly want to see her, I can help you,” Pu Ying said meaningfully. “Provided you are obedient enough.”

Tan Ya’s jaw tightened. “I’ll be obedient.”

To see Su Mo, Tan Ya forced herself to calm down. In truth, she didn’t necessarily harbor a deep, romantic obsession with Su Mo. She simply wanted to ask: why did the woman bring her back and cultivate her so meticulously, yet refuse to give her even a shred of affection?

What had she done wrong? If Su Mo just said the word, she could change. She simply wanted to stay by Su Mo’s side.

Pu Ying was satisfied. The girl could still be reasoned with. She pointed at Kevin and said calmly, “Call him ‘Teacher’.”

Tan Ya stood up and bowed to Kevin. “Teacher.”

“Mhm.”

Kevin acknowledged her and then glanced at Pu Ying, unsure of her endgame.

“Kevin,” Pu Ying said. “This child is a bit young and lacks discipline. I’ll have to trouble you to educate her thoroughly.”

Kevin understood. This was a directive to “whip her into shape.” The child probably wasn’t genuinely interested in business; she was likely acting out for other reasons.

“I understand. Don’t worry.”

“Good.”

Pu Ying rose to leave. Tan Ya stood up immediately, her expression tense. “The thing you promised me just now.”

“Half a month.” Pu Ying paused, her voice cold and clear. “In half a month, I will bring you news of success.”

With that, she opened the door and walked out. Behind her, Tan Ya shouted, “I’ll be waiting!”

After Pu Ying left, Kevin activated his light-brain and said to Tan Ya, “Come here, let’s add each other.”

“Since you are officially my student now, I will do everything in my power to teach you. You don’t need to worry.”

Tan Ya pursed her lips. She wasn’t worried about whether he would teach her well. She was wondering: In half a month, will I really see Su Mo? Will she think I’m too much of a nuisance and give up on me entirely?

Was the Tan family’s business really ending? If so, would she still have a reason to stay by Su Mo’s side?

Su Mo had saved her and let her stay here because she feared the Tan family would kill her. But now that the family was half-neutralized, Tan Ya would soon lose her excuse to stay.

Tan Ya’s eyes grew dull, like brilliant pearls covered in dust, their luster hidden.

Kevin, sensing her unfulfilled desires, pushed up his glasses and gave a light smile. “If you want a long-term connection with someone, the best way is to become someone they can’t easily let go of.”

“She doesn’t seem like the type who understands these things,” Kevin continued. “You can study hard and handle the matters she isn’t good at. Become her right-hand woman. That way, every time she makes a decision, she will consider your value and she won’t just cast you aside.”

Tan Ya snapped her head toward him, the light in her eyes gradually reigniting. “You’re right. I have to demonstrate my value.”

Only valuable people aren’t discarded, because discarding them requires a great sacrifice. She was currently being forgotten because she needed Su Mo, not because Su Mo needed her.

Just look at Pu Ying. It was because she was valuable that Su Mo took her everywhere. Tan Ya had no utility to Su Mo, which was why she was being left behind.

“I understand. Thank you, Teacher. As expected of a teacher, your words have enlightened me.”

Tan Ya flashed a brilliant smile, her eyes crinkling. But what lay hidden behind those narrowed eyes was known only to her.

Seeing that Tan Ya had finally developed an interest in learning, Kevin was pleased. “Then let’s begin your first lesson.”

“Alright.” Tan Ya was brimming with energy. She understood now: valueless people are the first to be sacrificed when decisions are made.

Meanwhile, Pu Ying contacted Su Mo and informed her of the decision.

“You still have to see her. After all, the Su family handled the Tan family. Even if you don’t want to see her, you owe her an explanation regarding the disappearance of her assets.”

“Of course,” Pu Ying added. “What do you think?”

Su Mo, currently soaking in the bath, merely yawned. “You decide.”

“It still requires you to—”

“Wait.” Su Mo suddenly interrupted her. “Don’t make a sound.”

Su Mo immediately climbed out of the tub and pulled on her clothes. A moment later, she threw open the bedroom door to find the outer room full of people.

The hotel’s presidential suite had a separate master bedroom and living room. Now, sitting in the center of the living room was a man in a black military uniform. He made no effort to hide his Alpha status; the scent of gardenia pheromones was thick and overbearing, aggressively signaling that he had occupied the territory.

Su Mo sized him up. The man showed no sign of realizing he had intruded into someone else’s room. Instead, he tilted his chin up with an air of superiority. A soldier immediately brought a chair and placed it beside Su Mo.

“Please, sit.”

The man had regular, well-defined features and eyes like a wolf that swept over Su Mo, appraising her from head to toe. “I am a subordinate of Major General Guo Wenjia of the Federal Military. You may call me Major Song.”

Su Mo’s hair was still damp, droplets of water occasionally falling from the ends. She merely nodded in response before taking a seat, her expression composed. “Major Song, I’m curious as to what could have happened to bring you into my room personally, without so much as a word of notice?”

Pu Ying, still on the line, furrowed her brow. A subordinate of Guo Wenjia? Why would they seek out Su Mu so abruptly? The Su family had a long-standing policy of non-interference in military affairs, rarely paying them mind unless it concerned taxes or public relations requests. What did this Major Song want with Su Mo in private?

Sensing a dangerous possibility, Pu Ying kept her breathing shallow and discreetly opened a side window on her screen to send an emergency signal to the Old Man.

Major Song gave a thin smile. “Please don’t misunderstand, Miss Su. We aren’t here for anything untoward. There is simply a small matter we need to inquire about.”

Su MO glanced at the circle of soldiers surrounding her and arched an eyebrow. “If it’s just a simple inquiry, Major, isn’t this ‘escort’ of yours a bit excessive?”

“Given your status,” Major Song replied matter-of-factly, “we had to deploy extra personnel to ensure your safety.”

Su MO’s lips curled into a smirk. “It seems this ‘matter’ carries some weight of secrecy then.”

“If it weren’t a secret, we wouldn’t have arrived so unannounced. I hope you don’t mind, Miss Su; the situation is truly quite urgent.”

Despite claiming urgency, his movements were deliberate and unhurried. It was clear that the “urgency” was likely just a tactical excuse to bypass formalities.

Su MO accepted it gracefully. “Fine. Speak. I’d like to rest soon, my sleep quality won’t be much to brag about with a crowd in my room.”

I’m reporting this hotel immediately, she thought, annoyed. Letting people in without a word of warning or verification—it’s infuriating. So much for privacy; I guess rank really does have its privileges.

“Miss Su.”

Before Major Song could begin, the Old Man’s communication signal flashed across his device. The Major glanced at the incoming call, then at Su Mo’s innocent-looking face, and answered.

The Old Man peered at Su Mo through the screen. Once he confirmed she was safe, he spoke. “Major Song, isn’t it a bit improper to lead a squad into my granddaughter’s suite uninvited?”

“If you have questions,” the Old Man continued, “direct them to me. My granddaughter knows nothing; she’s busy filming and isn’t in a position to answer your queries.”

Major Song understood the Old Man’s intent, but the question he carried was not one the patriarch could answer for her. “There are things only Miss Su herself can answer. You wouldn’t be aware of them, sir.”

His words were blunt: This is beyond your control, old man.

The Old Man let out a cold laugh. “My granddaughter? I raised her from the cradle. Is there anything about her I don’t know? No one is more familiar with her life than I am. Major Song, you would do well to speak with me instead.”

No matter what the Major said, the Old Man remained adamant that the conversation be routed through him.

Major Song turned a pleading look toward Su Mo. After a moment of thought, Su Mo said, “Grandfather, since the Major insists on asking me, let him proceed.”

She then turned to Major Song with a beaming, flower-like smile. “However, I have no secrets from my grandfather. It’s only natural for an elder to worry about us. I trust the Major has no objection to him listening in?”

The moment Major Song’s light-brain had chimed, Su Mo knew Pu Ying had contacted the Old Man to stage a rescue. But her goal wasn’t just to be “saved.”

Major Song wanted to refuse—this was, after all, classified. But it was painfully obvious that neither Su Mo nor her grandfather would yield. Whatever she said here would be relayed to the Old Man regardless; the outcome wouldn’t change.

He compromised. “The following questioning is classified. I expect you to answer truthfully, Miss Su.”

Su Mo nodded. “Of course.”

Seeing her ready, Major Song began. “During the filming of that television drama with Si Yu, the sudden surge of high-intensity spiritual power that appeared in your mecha, did it originate from you?”

Su Mo looked puzzled. “Is that question so important?”

Regardless of where it came from, she thought, I saved Si Yu, didn’t I? Why pursue this now? Is there a trap?