The Scummy Alpha Who Transmigrated Into a Book Was Tricked by the Actress Omega - Chapter 49

Du Zuilan had envisioned this possibility countless times in her heart and mind, but when she truly glimpsed the answer, she fell silent, not daring to press further. She quickly steered the conversation away, masking herself with impeccable acting as if still immersed in the earlier emotions.

Despite having the same face, the personality was now drastically different even to the point of saying she was late.

Yan Xunzhen, unaware of what she had just said, was overwhelmed by a surge of regret and heartache for the person she loved, her anger nearly erupting uncontrollably.

Unable to restrain herself, she even pressed the accelerator a little harder.

Passing through the bustling commercial center of the city, the neon lights embedded in the towering skyscrapers flickered on the massive electronic screens. Amid the endless stream of cars and crowds, the clamor of people finally helped Yan Xunzhen quickly regain her composure.

She didn’t want to bring up Du Zuilan’s past sorrows, but since they were about to face a tough battle at her stepmother’s house, she had to clarify: “Earlier, Gu Yue Li said that as long as you went, that woman would agree to your demands?”

Du Zuilan let out a light laugh, not holding much hope for the matter:

“I said it’s either her or me. Because, after all, the custody of my younger sister isn’t in my hands… My work keeps me too busy, and I can’t take full care of my sister. And as long as those two are together, they’ll inevitably take things from me. I don’t even know how to sue them. I just can’t rest easy.”

However, what was once a thorny issue was no longer a big deal now that Yan Xunzhen was involved: “Don’t worry. No matter what tricks they come up with, I’ll make them spit out everything they took from you.”

Dealing with such scoundrels was almost too easy for Yan Xunzhen. Decisive and ruthless, there was nothing she couldn’t accomplish if she set her mind to it.

The roar of the supercar’s engine was undeniably flashy, and the sleek, rare model drew eyes effortlessly. When it stopped at the entrance of the residential complex, the security guard barely glanced before respectfully waving them through.

The underground parking lot led directly to the upper floors. Yan Xunzhen got out of the car and went to the passenger side to help Du Zuilan.

As she glanced around, she spotted a middle-aged couple in their forties or fifties stepping out of the elevator. The woman, as garishly made-up as ever, wore a bright red cheongsam that should have been beautiful but somehow looked all wrong on her. The man beside her was in a suit, slightly hunched, appearing spineless.

Yan Xunzhen stood with her arms crossed, her sunglasses still on. Dressed in a black dress, her expressionless stance was enough to send chills down anyone’s spine. The couple seemed momentarily stunned, but upon recognizing Du Zuilan in her pale green dress, they hurried over.

“Oh, Xiao Lan! You’re finally here! Your father and I have been waiting for you at home for so long.”

The woman surnamed Qiao, though scolded by Yan Xunzhen last time, had regretted her outburst afterward.

What a joke. Tian Neng’s recent market performance had been abysmal, not to mention the already bankrupt Rui Wang. The idea of selling Du Zuilan to them had long since fizzled out.

Now seeing President Yan, they naturally didn’t dare to show any disrespect. They quickly bowed and extended their hands toward her, speaking with exaggerated reverence: “Good day, President Yan. Your esteemed presence truly brings honor to our humble home.”

As if they didn’t know what a short-sighted and disgusting creature this Qiao woman was. Why bother with such pretentious words?

Yan Xunzhen lightly adjusted her sunglasses again, not even sparing them a glance.

Du Zuilan also stood silently in place, staying close to Yan Xunzhen, showing no intention of speaking up for these so-called parents.

Du’s father couldn’t stand this scene. Long accustomed to his chauvinistic ways, he had bossed Du Zuilan around since childhood for no apparent reason and never treated her mother well either. “Du Zuilan, how did your father teach you when you were little.”

Yan Xunzhen let out a faint, questioning hum through her nose, her tone lazy and charming yet laced with undeniable mockery: “Who gave you the right to lecture her?”

Seeing it was Yan Xunzhen who spoke, Du’s father’s veins bulged on his forehead. He wanted to retort but swallowed his words typical of a bully who only dares to act tough at home. He stayed silent, waiting for Stepmother Qiao to smooth things over.

“Shall we go upstairs first? Please, both of you, take a rest,” Stepmother Qiao lowered her posture, though it didn’t evoke pity just made Yan Xunzhen feel like she was a venomous snake retracting its fangs. “The divorce agreement between your father and me is already upstairs, along with some other matters concerning you and Yeqing. Would you like to take a look?”

Yan Xunzhen gave a cold nod, practically shielding Du Zuilan behind her as they went upstairs together.

Her tone was entirely different from when she faced those two. Seeing Du Zuilan’s face pale again, she leaned close to her ear and asked with concern, “What’s wrong? Did they make you uncomfortable?”

Somehow, the scent of Longjing tea had become Du Zuilan’s best source of calm and comfort. Yan Xunzhen’s beautifully shaped, rosy lips carried a soothing presence, along with their loosely intertwined hair and lightly hooked fingertips, all of it helped Du Zuilan steady herself.

Yan Xunzhen only hooked Du Zuilan’s fingertip with her index finger, as if just checking if her emotions were stable. When she confirmed her temperature was normal and tried to pull away, Du Zuilan instead tightened her grip.

The two lagged a few steps behind the couple in front, ensuring their quiet conversation wouldn’t be overheard.

Du Zuilan hadn’t spoken a word since getting out of the car and seeing those two. Now, her gaze fixed on the woman’s cheongsam, and a suffocating feeling surged within her. Her voice was soft: “My mother had a cheongsam just like that one.”

Yan Xunzhen instantly understood why her face had paled. Anyone would feel sick seeing something like this.

The pair ahead opened the front door, and Stepmother Qiao hurriedly handed them slippers, making Du Zuilan grip Yan Xunzhen’s fingertip even tighter.

She gave Yan Xunzhen’s finger a light shake, her fair feet refusing to move, a silent refusal to change shoes, to stay here and engage in hollow pleasantries with them any longer.

Yan Xunzhen straightforwardly pulled Du Zuilan past Stepmother Qiao without a second glance.

Subtly shielding Du Zuilan in her arms, she pretended not to notice as she released a hint of pheromones.

Her pheromones, as a top-tier alpha, were not only a soothing agent for her omega partner but also carried an innate oppressive aura even towards betas. Thus, the moment she released them, the expressions of the two people before her turned rather unpleasant.

She got straight to the point: “Hand it over. Let’s skip the small talk.”

Stepmother Qiao pointed at the dishes on the table, feigning concern: “President Yan, you’ve worked so hard. But there’s no rush, why not have a bite to eat first?”

Yan Xunzhen replied coolly, “I said skip the small talk.”

Stepmother Qiao’s expression finally cracked. She had endured enough of Yan Xunzhen’s deliberate mockery and indifference along the way: “President Yan, as a high-ranking CEO, is it really necessary for you to meddle in our family affairs?”

Just then, Du Zuilan, who had remained silent until now, gently hooked Yan Xunzhen’s fingertip and stepped forward from her side. Like before, she stood tall as a bamboo, but now, bathed in fiercer sunlight, she had gained enough confidence to confront them directly: “You and I are not family.”

Du Zuilan said calmly, “I’ll hire a lawyer. Please hand over custody of my sister to me.”

Having guessed their intentions, Yan Xunzhen let out a soft laugh. “Whether you’re planning a fake divorce or a real one, you’d better prepare to meet Lawyer Luo. I suggest you return everything you took from her as soon as possible otherwise, I can’t say how long your sentence will be.”

At the mention of “fake divorce,” Stepmother Qiao visibly panicked. She wasn’t particularly bright to begin with, and even after being coached, this was the only scheme she could come up with. Now, Yan Xunzhen had seen right through it and even warned her about potential prison time, instantly exposing her lack of sophistication:

“You’re lying! We’re her parents, what’s wrong with her supporting us? Taking money is only natural! Why should we be sentenced?!”

“Is that so?” Yan Xunzhen’s tone was almost amused as she adjusted her sunglasses, her expression icy. “You’ve been extorting her for so long did you really think I couldn’t send you to prison?”

“She might not have the connections alone, but what if I sue you?” Yan Xunzhen’s voice was light, almost teasing. “How much have you stolen from her? Definitely over 500,000, right? That counts as an exceptionally large amount should be at least ten years in prison.”

Watching the two tremble before her, they instinctively wanted to deny it, to disbelieve her words: they had taken Du Zuilan’s money under the guise of being her parents, confident she couldn’t report them. But this was Yan Xunzhen backed by Junyan Group!

They couldn’t help but fear. The thrill of splurging on houses and cars with the stolen money had now turned into pure regret. Du Zuilan’s father, in particular, glared at her and roared, “Say something! Are you just going to watch your own father go to jail? Speak up!”

As his hand shot out to grab Du Zuilan’s wrist, Yan Xunzhen swiftly knocked it away. The strength of an alpha was no joke, the force sent him tumbling back onto the sofa.

In disbelief, he watched as Du Zuilan remained composed, not a trace of pity in her expression: “Didn’t you also stand by and watch when I was kicked out, penniless, nearly left to sleep on the streets?”

She seemed somewhat exhausted, more mentally than physically, and unwilling to look at the two people before her. She lowered her head and softly said to Yan Xunzhen, “Let’s go.”

Yan Xunzhen responded with a quiet “Mm,” her dry, warm palm tightly grasping Du Zuilang’s cold fingers.

Just before leaving, she couldn’t help but sneer at the two on the sofa, “When you have time later, remember to look outside the window.”

Descending the stairs with Du Zuilang, the two drove straight out of that nauseating place. Only then did Du Zuilang exhale as if waking from a dream, her delicate brows furrowing, clearly in low spirits.

Yet, when facing Yan Xunzhen, she instinctively hid her discomfort.

Yan Xunzhen hesitated for a moment before speaking gently to Du Zuilang, “Don’t feel bad anymore, okay?”

Du Zuilang still wore a faint smile on her face, but her forced composure only made Yan Xunzhen’s heart ache. “I’m fine,” she said.

“Alright then,” Yan Xunzhen said tenderly, “Look up, out the window.”

In the bustling city center, where every inch of land was priceless, the technological and luxurious atmosphere of Hualing blended seamlessly even at noon. Among the most expensive large screens, all displayed the same content.

And the timing coincided with Du Zuilang’s birth time years ago.

“Happy birthday, my dear.”

Author’s Note: Good afternoon, darlings~ I’m back with Yan the Dog and Du the Cat to promote my dear friend Mu Wanwan’s novel “Transmigrating to Ancient Times and Relying on a Dating Show to Marry the Shadow Empress O”! Stable updates and reliable quality~

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Fu Yi transmigrated into the body of the eldest daughter of Yangzhou’s wealthiest merchant family.

The young lady was notorious as a scumbag alpha, with vast family fortunes yet no omega willing to approach. Her father, fearing she would end up alone, signed a “contract of sale” with the Ye family, who had once sought their help.

On the very day she transmigrated, she saw the “bargain bride” who had been mortgaged due to bankruptcy.

The red bridal veil swayed gently, the sweet omega’s osmanthus fragrance lingering in the air. Ye Xunshu’s eyes were slightly red as she gave a delicate, reluctant smile.

Fu Yi’s face flushed crimson, and she ran away.

The beautiful bride was lovely, but her flaw was a lack of personality—always seeking kisses, hugs, and closeness, like a little rabbit with red eyes pleading to do what wives should do, and begging her not to take concubines.

…After all, having three wives and four concubines was considered mild—next door, an alpha was abusing their omega, and further down, live burials were common, wiping out entire families!

Who could endure this?

Fortunately, there was a miraculous object here—the Water Mirror, no different from a livestreaming app!

Fu Yi decisively used her family’s wealth as capital and the Water Mirror as a medium to launch a dating show in ancient times.

At first, everyone was just there for the spectacle.

But not only did this unlikely pair become unbearably sweet, making viewers yearn for marriage, but also—

Polygamous love proved fragile as sand, while Fu Yi proclaimed that one love for a lifetime was the true ideal.

Alpha-omega inequality defied nature, and Fu Yi wished for everyone to live authentically.

Live burials were inhumane, and Fu Yi made everyone realize the horrors of feudalism!

The masses clutched their stinging cheeks: Thank you, Teacher Fu Yi! Long live the Fu-Ye ship!

Only at the very end did Fu Yi discover that her rabbit-like bride was actually a little fox.

The woman with almond-shaped eyes, brimming with tears, deliberately pressed a finger to Fu Yi’s lips when she begged for a hug, her voice soft and teasing:

“Didn’t you say no to feudalism?”

The crimson silk curtains were warm, as the spring breeze lingered through the night; Fu Yi gently brushed his lips against hers:

“Cherishing one’s wife is tradition, not feudalism.”

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