The Scumbag Alpha's Plan to Save the Female Lead - Chapter 16

Chapter 16

This banquet, which should have been Fu Jinxing’s recognition ceremony, had instead turned into a social playground where his older brother thrived.

The Alpha, who had just been officially recognized by his family, had meticulously dressed before arriving, layering various expensive accessories onto himself without finding them too heavy.

He wore a custom dark blue suit, the most expensive wristwatch available on the market, and the cufflinks were antique jade pieces from an auction, as if only these could showcase his noble temperament.

However, none of it mattered. Everyone’s attention was focused on his “good older brother.”

Under the sleeve of his suit, Fu Jinxing tightly clenched his fist, and the light of resentment in his eyes constantly stabbed at the figure speaking eloquently in front of him.

If looks could kill, his good older brother would probably have been tortured countless times.

He had been an unrecognized illegitimate son for five years, and now that he was finally brought into the family, he was standing foolishly like an outsider at his own recognition banquet!

Fu Jinxing was trembling with rage. If his heart were a piece of rotten wood, then hundreds of thousands of termites must be gnawing at it, making him so restless and impatient.

He was once incredibly proud of his bloodline, but now he was tasting what it was like for an illegitimate son to become a marginalized figure in an elite family.

If he moved forward, his older brother blocked the way, telling him to get lost.

If he retreated, countless people were watching him from behind, waiting to tell him to die.

What if he kept to his place and was dutiful?

Fu Jinxing curved his lips in a self-mocking smile.

He feared that from now on, everyone would step on him with the label of “illegitimate son.”

There was no difference between the elite and the humble; people always praised the high, trampled the low, and kicked a man while he was down.

The more expensive the red wine, the bitterer it often tasted. Those outside the wall want to get in, and those inside the wall want to get out. Only those who taste it truly understand the flavor.

His teeth clinked heavily against the glass of the stemmed cup. The man, who remained on the fringes of the social scene, stumbled in despair to the drinks area, tilting his head back to drink the most expensive wine.

He drank the red wine in the cup in one gulp, glass after glass, repeatedly. The crimson liquid mixed with spicy brandy continuously stimulated the secretion of his stomach acid as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

A feeling of nausea rose from the inside out to his throat, numbing his nerves.

Alcohol could make a person temporarily forget pain, but Fu Jinxing had drunk until he lost his sense of direction, yet he still remembered that he couldn’t make a fool of himself today.

Guests were still waiting in the outer chamber. The man in the blue suit staggered toward the innermost restroom. In the chaos, a strong, thick hand rested on his shoulder.

Inside the door.

Fu Jinxing vomited and retched over the sink. The owner of the hands was a man of unknown origin, with a burly build and dark skin. After locking the restroom door, he watched with cold indifference. He neither showed discomfort at the disgusting vomit nor the slightest sympathy, as if he were simply performing a task.

The suffocating sensation of vomiting lingered in his throat. Fu Jinxing supported himself on the marble with both arms, struggling to stand up, and turned his head to look at the man who had locked the door.

Seeing the bodyguard’s uniform, he realized the man’s identity. The feeling of embarrassment at being seen drunk disappeared, and a surge of arrogance arose, but soon the memory of being fourteen, kneeling on the ground to shine someone’s shoes, surged back.

Insecurity and arrogance, though differently named, were essentially the same thing.

Fu Jinxing burst into a furious roar: “You are nothing but the Zhi family’s watchdog! Do you know who the hell I am? I am Fu Fu’s son, I am the future heir of the Fu family! Get the hell out of here!”

In the air, the potent scent of hard liquor pheromone exploded like a bomb, instantly engulfing the entire cramped space.

The angry emotion caused the concentration of hard liquor in the air to continuously escalate, briefly enhancing the pheromone’s rank. But to a Beta, any pheromone was merely annoying dust, smog suddenly appearing in fresh air. Although uncomfortable, it wasn’t fatal.

Regardless of the man’s yelling and smashing, Shang Wu remained unmoved. He glanced at his watch, realized the time, and immediately turned around to unlock the restroom door.

A figure in a wheelchair appeared in the messy restroom. Shang Wu humbly bowed, retreating to guard the door.

“Why is it that every time I see you, you look like you’re giving up on yourself?”

Fu Jinxing’s eyes were bloodshot from smashing things. Suddenly interrupted by an unfamiliar female voice, he momentarily forgot to apply force, and the antique vase slipped from his hand with a swoosh.

A pair of slender, pale hands, at an extremely fast speed, supported the bottom of the porcelain vase just as it was about to smash onto the floor.

Fu Jinxing looked up.

His first impression was that the newcomer seemed to be in a rush, still wearing a blue and white school uniform.

Before he could take a second look, a powerful sense of crisis arose from within, stemming from the Alpha’s keen scent for their own kind.

The tornado stirred up by the hard liquor pheromone was being dominated by the clean scent of cedarwood, becoming smaller and smaller, and then vanishing completely.

A lingering trace of reluctant alcohol scent remained in the air. Fu Jinxing punched the column, gritting his teeth: “You had your bodyguard watch me from behind so that Miss Zhi could graciously arrive in time to watch me make a fool of myself, didn’t you?”

Zhi Qiu gently stroked the vase, as if it were not cold porcelain but a newborn baby with delicate skin.

“Using an antique vase that could be auctioned at any moment for flower arrangement, how much has your Fu family embezzled all these years?”

Zhi Qiu looked down, shaking her head regretfully.

On the floor were scattered shattered watches, twisted cufflinks, and various expensive yet useless accessories.

The man, whose head was spinning, splashed water on his face, then aggressively gulped down a few mouthfuls of ice-cold water.

His meticulously pressed blue suit was stained with bizarre water marks. After throwing everything that had been pressuring him onto the floor, returning to this state of having nothing, his mind cleared up somewhat.

Amidst the sound of the water.

Fu Jinxing tried to fathom Zhi Qiu’s intention.

It was normal for the Zhi family heir to be required by her elders to attend his welcome banquet.

But for her to specifically seek out a private moment with him, even temporarily dismissing the bodyguard who was supposed to be with Zhi Ze’en.

Something abnormal must be afoot.

The last trace of hard liquor scent in the air had also dissipated.

Zhi Qiu finally stopped stroking the smooth porcelain and looked up at the man, who was so miserable from the torment of his emotions.

She had to admit that Fu Jinxing had an outstanding face, having inherited almost all the good features of his mother, who had died prematurely.

He had a high nose bridge, a full forehead, and a pair of seductive, almond-shaped eyes that closely resembled his mother’s, revealing desire and the yearning for power.

Sunlight, refracted by a mirror, scattered across the floor from the ceiling, illuminating the girl’s flawless profile, making her look as benevolent as a goddess descended to save all beings.

The fiercely turning Fu Jinxing originally intended to utter some harsh words but was momentarily stunned, completely unaware that cold water was dripping down his chin, following his hair.

Perhaps the sunlight was too glaring, Zhi Qiu pushed her wheelchair forward slightly.

Under the warm light, the girl used the gentlest tone to speak the cruelest words: “Chen Hang, are you already starting to forget your real name? No wonder, after all, you were hit by an enormous stroke of luck. An illegitimate son is recognized by the family and will become the Fu family heir? How could you be so foolish!”

“An heir without family support is a leaky boat in an ocean of resources. It won’t take many strokes before the seawater seeps through your dense flaws, drowning both you and your boat in the sea.”

Support The Scumbag Alpha’s Plan to Save the Female Lead