The Scumbag Alpha's Plan to Save the Female Lead - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

If there were a crevice in the ground right now, Zhi Qiu would dive into it without hesitation, then dig out a Dicarny Castle inside, and set off a few brilliant fireworks to mourn her social death today.

Perhaps not wanting to disturb them, after Zhi Qiu finished those words, which were practically a direct confession, the nurses, the Fu family members, Ren Yi, and Yuan Menglu all quietly left the ward, not breaking the pink atmosphere between the two.

Only the two of them remained in the room.

Ruan Ye suddenly smiled, like a rainbow that appears after a storm, scattering its hidden brilliance upon the world.

Sunlight filtered through her dark, glossy hair, falling on her fair, delicate face. Her light-grey eyes sparkled under the faint light, and the melancholic aura that had enveloped her completely vanished because of the other person’s sincere words.

Ruan Ye stood up, left the wheelchair, and turned to walk toward Zhi Qiu, who had her back to her. She returned to the light, and lightly touched Zhi Qiu’s flushed ear.

“Let’s go, my friend,” Ruan Ye said.

“Okay, let’s go,” Zhi Qiu instinctively agreed, then suddenly reacted, “Wait, you’re not well yet, where are we going?”

Although her body was still very weak, Ruan Ye felt no exhaustion now. Her body was filled with a warmth, and that warmth came from the blatant favoritism of the person sitting in the wheelchair.

“We are friends, so of course, we are going to do what friends should do.”

Today was the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, the annual Dragon Boat Festival, but the street, which should have been bustling, was incredibly quiet. Only a few small vendors were setting up stalls, hawking their snacks.

The revolution in technology and the division into the new ABO genders had caused China’s traditional festivals to be discarded as dross. Only a few people enthusiastic about ancient Earth’s traditional culture still insisted on celebrating the Dragon Boat Festival every year.

Ruan Ye remained silent as they passed through the street, but Zhi Qiu, who had lived two lives, felt a little uneasy.

Everything happening now was far beyond her expectations. She had said something she hadn’t planned to say, but it had achieved the desired result: she had successfully become Ruan Ye’s friend.

Ruan Ye stopped the wheelchair finally at a vintage stall selling masks.

The owner of the stall was an ordinary-looking man, lacking the outstanding physique of an Alpha or the delicate appearance of an Omega.

He was most likely a safe Beta, Zhi Qiu judged in her mind as Ruan Ye was choosing a mask.

“Zhi Qiu,” Ruan Ye called out. Zhi Qiu quickly snapped out of her scattered thoughts and replied, “I’m here.”

Ruan Ye had chosen a fox mask predominantly red in color, with slender eyes and raised brows. It was clearly a fine piece of craftsmanship, with perfectly rendered colors that reflected the designer’s high level of skill—simple yet complex.

While Zhi Qiu complimented Ruan Ye’s taste outwardly, she was inwardly surprised that such a work would appear on an ordinary small stall.

This mask gave her an unusual sense of familiarity. She felt she had seen it somewhere before, perhaps a solitary piece from an auction that had been misplaced.

After Zhi Qiu spoke, the boss, who had been lying sprawled on the ground, suddenly got up. Taking off his hat, he smiled warmly and spoke to Ruan Ye with a familiar tone: “It’s the first time I’ve seen you bring a friend. Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and this mask just happens to have two identical ones. I’ll give them to both of you.”

They seemed very familiar. Ruan Ye, who always kept her distance from people, did not decline and readily accepted: “Thank you, Uncle Li.”

The man called Uncle Li lay back down, putting his hat over his face to shield himself from the streetlights. He waved toward Ruan Ye, urging the two to leave quickly so as not to disturb his nap.

Late at night, the flower festival crowd had dispersed.

The two of them put on the fox masks and wandered through the small alley. The barrier of the mask made Zhi Qiu feel much more at ease. She asked curiously, “How do you know that boss? I can’t feel any pheromones from him. Is he a Beta?”

Ruan Ye didn’t answer directly. She seemed to be thinking. After a moment, she suddenly counter-asked, “Do you believe there is a world without pheromones?”

Zhi Qiu was stunned and was about to speak, when Ruan Ye shook her head and gave a self-deprecating smile: “I’m talking nonsense. Since the dawn of human history, the three genders of Alpha, Beta, and Omega have existed. How could there be people without pheromones? Let’s go to the bustling street over there; this place is always quiet, but that side will be more lively.”

The two changed the subject. Ruan Ye pushed Zhi Qiu’s wheelchair, and with laughter and talk, they walked further and further away.

After the two left, the man Ruan Ye had called Uncle Li, deftly rose from the ground.

He first cautiously observed his surroundings, and only after confirming the two had gone far did he take out a round wristwatch from a worn bag.

His name was Li Te, and he came from the legendary ancient Earth of this world. He was sent here by his boss to monitor the treatment situation.

Li Te anxiously pressed the round wristwatch repeatedly, finally receiving a response from the other side. A clear female voice came from the watch.

“Stop pressing! I heard you. What happened on your end?”

“Boss, something serious!”

Seasonal Tower.

Late at night, countless artists were still sketching and creating in the soaring office building. The highest floor of this lavish commercial tower, located in the city center, was the workspace of the national-treasure-level designer, Ruan Ning.

Through the transparent glass on the twenty-third floor, one could see an elegant and beautiful woman. She wore black stiletto heels and a custom-made Qipao that outlined her graceful figure. Her dark, glossy hair was simply coiled with a hairpin, and she wore no extra accessories—only a black stud in her right ear sparkled in the neon lights of the big city.

“What?!” Ruan Ning braced herself on the sofa, her emotions agitated: “Are you saying Zhi Qiu and my in-game persona went to the street where you set up your stall, and you even gave them the matching couple masks I designed?”

“Boss, I don’t think they’re in that kind of relationship yet. They’re just ordinary friends out for a walk on the Dragon Boat Festival.” Li Te tried to explain, only making things worse: “Just ordinary friends who can go out together with a wheelchair for the Dragon Boat Festival. It shouldn’t have reached that point yet. It’s only been a few days since Director Zhi returned to the game.”

Thinking of her own miserable and bleak past, Ruan Ning’s expression grew even heavier. She decisively instructed Li Te: “I asked you to watch Ruan Ye and prevent the game from having bugs. Is this how you watched? Keep your terminal online. I will enter the game these days. Keep in touch with me at all times.”

“…Understood, Boss.”

Li Te initially worked for the Zhi family’s company, and Zhi Qiu was originally his boss, but after Zhi Qiu and Ruan Ning got married, he was assigned to the design department as Ruan Ning’s secretary.

In his memory, the new boss and the old boss always argued after they got married. Both were darlings of heaven: one was an internationally renowned designer, and the other was incredibly intelligent and a good business mind from a young age.

Both felt they were right, and they had cold wars lasting months since their marriage. Over time, their subordinates got used to their pattern of a small argument every three months and a major fight every six months, until the big boss became sick and fell into a coma…

Li Te recalled what happened the last time Ruan Ning forcefully intervened in the game.

The mist was hazy, and heavy rain poured down. The glass was covered with water vapor, making things indistinct. The long-haired woman resting quietly on the sofa, still in her business attire, nodded off like a chick pecking rice, seemingly exhausted, yet her hand tightly clutched a lit-up mobile phone. Li Te leaned in toward the hospital’s terminal, preparing to get a clear look.

At that moment, the tightly held phone rang. The drowsy woman woke from her very light sleep. Her eyes did not look at the screen, and with a seemingly expected swipe, she answered the call.

A gentle female voice came through the terminal: “Sister Zhi Qiu, my plane just landed in A City, and I’m going through domestic security now. I’m new here and so scared. Could you come and pick me up?”

“Why so sudden?” Zhi Qiu pretended to be surprised, slowly and methodically putting on her tie, her expression cold but her tone gentle: “Stay put in the guest lounge. I’m coming to get you right away.”

The woman’s voice carried anxiety and apology: “Sister Ruan Ye will definitely be angry knowing you came out to see me alone. She seems to really mind our relationship. Really, those were just classmates teasing; it’s already so late. Will abandoning her to pick me up affect your relationship?”

“Be good. Don’t overthink it. Pick a restaurant while you wait, and we’ll catch up properly,” Zhi Qiu patiently comforted her with a blank expression.

The call connected at eleven o’clock at night. Zhi Qiu had checked into the closest hotel to the airport three hours earlier to catch up on sleep. To properly execute the渣A (scumbag Alpha) plot, she had arranged for her secretary to go home that night to report on work, subtly letting Ruan Ye know she had no social engagements.

Zhi Qiu held the bright red roses she intended to give away in her left hand and took out her room key card, ready to go downstairs to check out. Just then, a knock suddenly sounded at the door. She had to tilt her head, clamping the phone between her head and shoulder, and free up a hand to open the door.

Bang! The phone dropped to the floor.

The other end of the line was still cooing sweetly, but Zhi Qiu no longer had time to concern herself with the emotions of the white moonlight character in the plot.

The newcomer was only wearing a beige home outfit. Her dark, glossy hair was somewhat disheveled by the wind, suggesting she had rushed to the hotel.

Zhi Qiu bent down to pick up the phone, nervously swallowed, and managed to say, “Ruan Ye…”

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