Transmigrated as a Scummy Alpha: The Wife-Chasing Crematorium - Chapter 4

By 9:00 AM, breakfast was over.

Pei Yu’s manager, Guan Tong, arrived at the door with an assistant to pick her up for a meeting at the company regarding a new project. The director was already there waiting.

Pei Yu had recently won Best Actress at the Golden Cup Awards, becoming a triple-crown winner. Her career was at its peak, and countless collaborators were vying for her time, not to mention her status as the “Mrs. Shen” of the Shen family.

Upon receiving the message, Pei Yu changed and stepped out of the bedroom.

Shen Luoxi emerged from the guest room at the same time, buttoning her cuffs. Dressed in a slim-fit black shirt, she looked much more professional and upright. When she looked up and saw Pei Yu, she froze.

Pei Yu was wearing a black sports bra as an inner layer that ended just above her midriff, revealing a hint of toned abs. Her elegant swan neck and collarbones were on full display, and her silhouette was breathtakingly graceful. Over it, she wore a light-colored shirt left open, paired with a black baseball cap. Her small, oval face looked exquisite and perfect.

Shen Luoxi averted her gaze and walked toward her. Pei Yu instinctively took a step back.

Shen Luoxi stopped in her tracks, not moving any closer. This woman’s guard is far too high, she thought. She won’t even let me near her. “Do you want to change managers?” Shen Luoxi asked. “I don’t think this Guan Tong is very good.”

Pei Yu was stunned, unable to grasp her meaning. Hadn’t Guan Tong been handpicked by Shen Luoxi herself?

The reason Shen Luoxi made this suggestion was that, in the original book, Guan Tong and Shen Luoxi were two peas in a pod. Guan Tong would take her frustrations out on Pei Yu whenever she was unhappy, sometimes even slapping her in the face while bystanders watched, too terrified to intervene.

There were several instances where Pei Yu had to attend events with injuries inflicted by Shen Luoxi. When fans noticed bruises on her arms and questioned it on social media, Guan Tong would issue a statement claiming they were accidental bumps from filming.

Shen Luoxi remembered a scene from the book where Pei Yu went home to see that news report on her phone. She had sat on the cold floor, facing a mirror, dabbing medicine onto the massive bruises covering half her back. It was a heart-wrenching image.

Buzz, buzz.

In the middle of their tense standoff, the phone in Shen Luoxi’s pocket rang. She pulled it out. The caller ID read: Lan Yue.

Lan Yue? Shen Luoxi knew her all too well. She was another “lunatic” in the book, much like the original Shen Luoxi. Except for physical domestic abuse, her methods were just as bad, if not worse. In terms of the plot, she was the second female lead.

Like Pei Yu, she was in the entertainment industry, though Pei Yu focused on TV dramas while Lan Yue focused on films. Lan Yue was signed to her own family’s film company and had access to top-tier directors, making a name for herself in the movie world at only twenty-two.

Shen Luoxi swiped to answer. “Hello?”

As she took the call, she turned slightly, no longer looking at Pei Yu. Pei Yu seized the opportunity. She darted past Shen Luoxi, rushed to the foyer, and yanked the door open, fleeing as if running for her life.

Bang. The door slammed shut.

Shen Luoxi turned to look at the closed door. A few seconds later, the foyer light dimmed and went out.

A voice came through the phone. “I heard that when you were marking Pei Yu last night, you chickened out halfway? What’s the matter? Never touched a woman before, so you didn’t know what to do?”

The voice was flippant but magnetic and pleasant—possessing a steady quality that didn’t match her age. It was no wonder fans praised her for having a natural “cinema voice.”

Shen Luoxi withdrew her gaze and grabbed her coat from the back of the sofa. “I didn’t chicken out,” she said as she walked. “It’s just that my wife and I’s private business shouldn’t be a free show for others. I’d be losing out, and they might get sties in their eyes.”

“You have plenty of excuses. Weren’t you the one who said you’d show them a ‘live performance’? I heard that after you left last night, you even had Sun Xingchao delete the videos from their phones. That doesn’t sound like your style at all.” Lan Yue took a drag of a cigarette.

By the time Shen Luoxi reached the elevator, Pei Yu was long gone. That woman runs fast.

“Anyway,” Shen Luoxi said, pressing the elevator button. “Did you have another fight with ‘you-know-who’?”

“You-know-who” was Lan Yue’s official love interest in the book. Shen Luoxi couldn’t recall her name for a moment and used the placeholder. The woman was a voice coach who had taught Pei Yu in the past. Pei Yu had liked her once, but the unrequited crush led nowhere. Actually, the teacher had feelings for Pei Yu too, but before she could confess, Shen Luoxi had forcibly married Pei Yu into the family, ending their fate.

Later, when Lan Yue entered the industry, she needed a coach for her lines and acting. That teacher became her tutor. Eventually, Lan Yue developed predatory intentions and forcibly marked her. If the teacher hadn’t begged for mercy, she probably would have been completely taken that very night.

“Her?” Lan Yue scoffed. “She’s too lazy to fight with me. She just ignores me. I gave her another temporary mark yesterday, and she’s still in bed, unable to get up.”

The elevator arrived. Shen Luoxi stepped in and pressed the button for the basement.

When Shen Luoxi read the book, she thought Lan Yue was incredibly feral toward that teacher—oh, Shi Xiaoman, that was her name.

After Lan Yue first marked Shi Xiaoman, she used a recorded video to blackmail her, demanding she be available on call whenever Lan Yue wanted her. Shi Xiaoman, a dignified teacher, valued her reputation and pride, but in the face of Lan Yue’s threats, she compromised her pride to save her face.

Shen Luoxi and Lan Yue—one a physical abuser, the other a sexual predator. It was no wonder readers hated them.

The elevator reached the basement, and Shen Luoxi hurried out. “Anything else? If not, I’m hanging up.”

“Why are you suddenly so busy?” Lan Yue asked.

Shen Luoxi clicked her car keys repeatedly. Finding her car, she jogged toward it. “Urgent business at the company. Bye.”

“Fine.” The call ended.

Shen Luoxi got in, buckled her seatbelt, and floored the accelerator.

Meanwhile, Lan Yue sat on the edge of the bed and tossed her phone aside. She took another drag of her cigarette, the smoke invisible in the darkened room. She turned to look at the person lying with her back to her. The grey silk duvet rested at the woman’s waist, revealing a pale, smooth back covered in faint hickeys.

“I have work during the day. If you have nothing to do, stay here. I’ll be back tonight. Remember to wash yourself clean. If you don’t, I’ll wash you myself.”

With that, Lan Yue got out of bed, stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray, and left. Shi Xiaoman huddled under the covers, her slender fingers gripping the pillow as she sobbed quietly.

Shen Corporation Film & Television Division.

Pei Yu had previously been signed to a different agency. After they married, the original Shen Luoxi had forcibly transferred her contract to Shen Corp to exert more control over her, paying a massive termination fee without a second thought.

Since Pei Yu was discussing a new project, she had to come here.

Shen Luoxi pulled up to the entrance, and the valet immediately ran over. “President Shen, you’ve arrived.”

“Yes.” Shen Luoxi draped her coat over her arm and walked in. After a few steps, she broke into a trot. She looked very anxious.

After breakfast, Shen Luoxi had planned to take Pei Yu out to improve her image, but Pei Yu had received a call from Guan Tong saying they were meeting at the company. Shen Luoxi clearly remembered that this meeting was supposed to happen before the bar incident. Why was it happening today?

Had her interference with the plot caused the timeline to shift randomly?

Shen Luoxi sprinted to the elevator and took her private lift straight to the 23rd floor. She was in such a hurry because she remembered that in this meeting, Pei Yu was supposed to be slapped so hard by Guan Tong that her eardrum would rupture, and she would be bullied in the conference room by a third-tier starlet.

Sister Pei Yu, please wait for me to get there! Shen Luoxi thought desperately. If this happened, Pei Yu’s hatred for her would only deepen.

The private elevator reached the 23rd floor in under a minute. Shen Luoxi bolted out. Colleagues along the way stared in shock but bowed quickly. “Good morning, President Shen.”

Shen Luoxi ignored them, checking the signs on the doors. After a few turns, she found the conference room. She stood at the door, her hand on the handle, trying to catch her breath before entering. To her surprise, she could already hear the voices inside.

“Pei Yu, do you really think marrying President Shen makes you Mrs. Shen? Let me tell you, President Shen loves me. One of these days, I’ll get rid of you and take that spot for myself!” a woman’s shrill voice screamed viciously.

Shen Luoxi frowned. Just as she was about to step in to defend Pei Yu, Pei Yu spoke up.

“As long as you haven’t gotten rid of me, I am Mrs. Shen. And you will always be nothing more than the mistress or the side-chick hiding in the shadows, unable to ever climb into Shen Luoxi’s bed.”

“Pei Yu! Who are you calling a mistress?” The woman’s voice rose in anger.

Pei Yu remained calm and unyielding. “I’m calling you one. Do you really think Shen Luoxi would ever be interested in someone like you? Rest assured, even if I’ve been dead for eight hundred years, you still won’t be Mrs. Shen.”

“Pei Yu!”

The woman was livid. She raised her hand to slap Pei Yu.

At the exact moment her palm began to descend, Bang! Shen Luoxi kicked the conference room door wide open.

The staff outside jumped at the loud noise. The two women inside were also startled, their bodies trembling as they spun around to look.

Pei Yu had imagined many people walking through that door, but never Shen Luoxi. She instinctively took a terrified step back, her fists clenching at her sides, her gaze darkening.

The starlet, seeing Shen Luoxi, swallowed the curses that were on the tip of her tongue. Her shock quickly turned into a smile. She swayed her hips as she sashayed over and hooked her arms around Shen Luoxi’s.

“President Shen! I’ve missed you so much. You haven’t come to see me in ages,” she cooed in a high-pitched, flirtatious voice.

Shen Luoxi’s face remained ice-cold. Her eyes were fixed on Pei Yu. “Let go,” she said to the starlet. “If you don’t, I’ll chop your hands off.”

The starlet’s face turned deathly pale, and she immediately let go.

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