Transmigrated As The Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife Of A Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 17

“…Actually, it’s nothing. Sorry to disturb you.” Zhao Zhiyi’s brow twitched. He thought to himself, What a sin, what a sin. The young couple had a spat earlier, but they’ve probably made up by now.

“Is everything really okay?” Su Jiyu asked. “Meng Ze should be out soon. Do you want to wait a bit longer?”

“No need.” Zhao Zhiyi hung up without hesitation.

As long as those two were being all lovey-dovey and not acting crazy, Zhao Zhiyi would be ready to burn incense and pray to Buddha. How could he disturb them at a time like this!

Watching the screen light up, Su Jiyu casually tossed the phone onto the sofa. Only then did he slowly wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

When Meng Ze emerged from the bathroom, he ignored the mess in the room. He straight away grabbed his coat from the rack and prepared to head out. Su Jiyu raised an eyelid and said, “We grew up together after all. Are you really just going to leave me here like this?”

He pointed to his head. “It’s still bleeding here.”

Meng Ze replied, “You brought it on yourself.”

“Haha.” Su Jiyu leaned against the back of the sofa. “Zhao Zhiyi called just now. I told him you were in the shower. He might have something important to discuss, so remember to call him back.”

Meng Ze said coldly, “Who gave you permission to answer my phone?”

“I was just being kind.” Su Jiyu rested his head on his arm, smiling slightly. “I was afraid Zhiyi would get anxious if he couldn’t find you.”

“If you were truly kind, you’d never show your face in front of Zhao Zhiyi again.”

Su Jiyu countered, “Why do you make me sound like some kind of monster? Zhiyi is a functional adult. Does he need your permission to make friends? Are you his contract marriage partner or his father?”

Meng Ze took his phone to check the call logs and curled his lip coldly. “Even if I am just a contract partner, we are still within the contract period. Do you understand what I mean?”

He frowned in annoyance, unwilling to argue further with a madman. He opened the door and left decisively. Su Jiyu pressed on his wound and hissed, “…Lunatic. He hits so hard.”

Suddenly thinking of something interesting, he lifted his shirt and snapped several photos of his bloody wounds. He sent them to Zhao Zhiyi and then sprawled out on the sofa to wait patiently for a reply, showing no intention of treating the injury.

When Zhao Zhiyi received the message, he was so startled that the spoon fell from his hand into his bowl. The nanny asked in surprise, “What’s wrong?”

“…Nothing.” Zhao Zhiyi forced a smile and frowned as he replied to Su Jiyu: [What happened?]

Sinking Boat: [Meng Ze did it.]

Zhao Zhiyi: “??”

Was it what he thought it was?? Even with Su Jiyu covered in injuries, Meng Ze still forced himself on him?

“…Scum, degenerate,” Zhao Zhiyi muttered. “Who else but Su Jiyu would put up with you.”

Sinking Boat: [Isn’t Meng Ze quite violent?]

Sinking Boat: [I clearly begged for mercy, but he still wouldn’t let me go.]

Zhao Zhiyi: “…”

He couldn’t exactly advise Su Jiyu to stay away from that violent maniac, it would be useless anyway. How often does a protagonist Shou cut ties with a protagonist Gong just because of a word or two from cannon fodder? Zhao Zhiyi could only offer some comfort, telling him to stop the bleeding, apply medicine, and rest well.

Sinking Boat: [Aren’t you coming to see me?]

Sinking Boat: [Crying.JPG]

Chosen Wage Slave: [I have a cold and I’m afraid of passing it to you. Get some rest. If there’s a problem, contact Dr. Zheng.]

After finishing the chat with Su Jiyu, Zhao Zhiyi rubbed his temples and replied to Zhan Yue’s message, promising her that he would definitely go to school tomorrow.

Meng Ze was indeed a distinguished alumnus of A University. His photo still hung in the top spot on the Wall of Honor. Every time the new semester started, crowds of Omegas would come to take pictures. Once news spread that Meng Ze would be a special guest speaker for the graduate employment seminar, tickets that couldn’t be given away before suddenly became hot commodities. Meng Ze’s fans were even offering four digits prices to buy them up.

“…Fans?” Zhao Zhiyi was shocked. “Meng Ze has fans??”

“Is that something to be surprised about?” Zhan Yue hooked her arm around Zhao Zhiyi’s neck. “President Meng is handsome, rich, and a top-tier Alpha. Even those ‘pretty boys’ in the entertainment industry have fans, so why shouldn’t President Meng?”

Zhao Zhiyi thought to himself that if these Omegas knew what a “beast in human clothing” Meng Ze was in private, they wouldn’t be able to love him no matter how handsome he was.

“Anyway, there are even scalpers specializing in reselling tickets now.” Zhan Yue pointed out, “It’s truly a business with huge profits and zero capital.”

“But thanks to you, I can use the staff entrance. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to get in. Zhiyi, I’ve realized for the first time, you really did marry into a wealthy family.”

Zhao Zhiyi was a bit speechless. “It’s just an employment seminar. What’s there to hear? It’s just ‘chicken soup for the soul’ and empty promises.”

“Part of it is wanting to see if they can get hired directly by the boss. You see President Meng every day, but for others, seeing him once is harder than climbing to heaven. Otherwise, why would the counselor harass you every day trying to use your connections?” Zhan Yue analyzed. “The other part is simply wanting to see what a young and promising overbearing CEO actually looks like. He’s a handsome guy, who wouldn’t want to look?”

The two reached the auditorium doors, where a long queue had already formed. It was clear Zhan Yue wasn’t exaggerating. The counselor had reserved seats for Zhao Zhiyi in advance. They entered through the staff passage, and the inside was already packed to the brim.

“Thanks to you, we get to sit in the VIP seats.” Zhan Yue happily took a few photos to send to her friends.

“What VIP seats? These are just the front-row seats that no one used to want to sit in.” Zhao Zhiyi sighed. “If it wasn’t because you wanted to come, I wouldn’t bother joining the crowd.”

“You had to come.” Speaking of this, Zhan Yue got excited. “Do you have any idea how many people are eyeing your husband? With so many beautiful Omegas in our school, aren’t you afraid someone will seduce him away?”

Zhao Zhiyi replied, “If he can be seduced away, then this husband isn’t worth having.”

Zhan Yue thought that made sense, so she changed her line of reasoning. “Think about it, your husband agreed to this seminar because of you. If you don’t show up yourself, doesn’t it make you seem cold and heartless?”

Zhao Zhiyi said, “Don’t worry, Meng Ze isn’t the type of person to care about such things. Whether I come or not…” He paused mid-sentence.

Because he saw Meng Ze.

Amidst a group of balding, beer bellied school leaders, a tall and upright figure stood out like a handsome pine tree. He wasn’t dressed overly formally, under a deep gray overcoat was a black shirt. The lights below the stage were dim, making it hard to see his expression, but the lines of his profile were exceptionally superior. Even under such “deathly” overhead lighting, he still looked good.

“What kind of ‘dog-shit luck’ do you have?” Zhan Yue sighed. “President Meng is truly too handsome.”

Zhao Zhiyi didn’t deny that point.

Meng Ze’s external conditions were indeed excellent, and he was generous enough. If you ignored his melodramatic entanglements with Su Jiyu, he was indeed very outstanding.

Meng Ze wasn’t the only distinguished alumnus invited. A few people Zhao Zhiyi didn’t recognize went first, and Meng Ze was the last one. Everyone was clearly there for him; when the host called his name, the entire hall erupted in thunderous applause.

Zhao Zhiyi sat in the audience, looking at Meng Ze as he slowly walked onto the stage through the shadows of the crowd.

This seemed to be the first time he had looked at Meng Ze from such a distance.

Previously, he felt Meng Ze was difficult to approach. Now, he felt as if there was a natural barrier around Meng Ze, isolating him from everyone else. He walked among mortals but did not belong to them. Thus, he was cold and weary, appearing utterly indifferent and uninterested in everything.

But when he stood on the stage, he truly shone.

Whether it was his stellar grades and awards from his school days, the cases he settled after starting work, the wealth he earned, or his handsome appearance and tall stature, these elements combined to form Meng Ze’s perfect elite life.

Zhao Zhiyi tilted his head up slightly to look at him. Even though so many people were watching him, Meng Ze seemed to sense something and turned his gaze toward Zhao Zhiyi.

Zhan Yue said excitedly, “Zhiyi! Is President Meng looking at you?”

“Coincidence.” Zhao Zhiyi pulled his hat brim lower. “There are so many people and the light is so dim. How could he know where I am?”

Meng Ze’s speech was brief and ended quickly. As the seminar concluded and the crowd began to disperse while chattering, Zhao Zhiyi and Zhan Yue stood up. Suddenly, Zhao Zhiyi’s ears twitched; he heard his own name.

Zhan Yue’s steps also stopped. She said hesitantly, “Zhiyi, are they talking about you?”

Zhao Zhiyi turned around and saw a few staff members waiting by the wall, seemingly students responsible for the seminar. They didn’t recognize Zhao Zhiyi and were still talking: “…The mess between Zhao Zhiyi and Cheng Hui was so big. Do you think President Meng knows? If he does, would he just let his wife mess around with another Alpha? If he doesn’t… then that’s even more interesting.”

“I told you, with their family backgrounds, it’s impossible for it to be for love. A poor student like Zhao Zhiyi, where would he even get the chance to meet a big shot like President Meng?”

“I heard they married because of a high compatibility rate. Actually, President Meng doesn’t like Zhao Zhiyi at all and already has someone he loves.”

“Hmph… if they married for compatibility, shouldn’t their relationship be good? If that’s the case, how pathetic must Zhao Zhiyi be? Even with pheromones helping him, he still can’t get President Meng’s attention?”

“Just thinking that Zhao Zhiyi is from our school makes me feel disgusted. Did he really get in on his own merit?”

“Maybe he sat next to a top student during the entrance exams? He could even marry President Meng, so his luck is truly great. President Meng deserves someone much better.”

Zhan Yue was furious. She clenched her fists and rushed over. “Hey, if you’re going to talk trash, at least do it away from people. If you’re so indignant, are you hoping to marry into wealth yourselves?”

The group was startled at first, then reacted: “Aren’t we just stating facts? If you can’t handle the truth, maybe you should reflect on whether it’s your own problem?”

“Exactly. We aren’t cursing anyone, just having a normal discussion.”

“Is Student Zhao flying into a rage out of shame?”

“I’m not exactly ‘raging out of shame,'” Zhao Zhiyi said calmly with his arms crossed. “But the sour smell coming off some people is really starting to show.”

“What nonsense are you talking about? Why would we be jealous of you? Someone like you who only hooked President Meng through some unknown luck will be kicked out sooner or later!”

Zhao Zhiyi looked at the Omega whose face was red with anger. He suddenly leaned in and looked into his eyes: “Do you want to hook Meng Ze too?”

“You… you think everyone is like you?!” the Omega gritted his teeth. “So what if you married President Meng because of high compatibility? You still haven’t won his heart, have you? Do you just stay in an empty house and never even see his face, which is why you rushed here today to see him? You…”

“You’re here.” Suddenly, a voice sounded behind Zhao Zhiyi, and the Omega’s voice cut off abruptly.

Zhao Zhiyi turned around to see Meng Ze walking over, surrounded by school leaders.

Most people had already left the auditorium, and it was exceptionally quiet now. In an instant, in Zhao Zhiyi’s eyes, everyone else’s faces blurred, leaving only Meng Ze’s features vivid and clear.

He stopped in front of Zhao Zhiyi and very naturally squeezed Zhao Zhiyi’s fingers. “You’re wearing so little. Aren’t you cold?”

“…I’m okay.” Zhao Zhiyi’s brain stalled, unable to function, and he answered subconsciously.

“Your fever only broke yesterday, you still need to keep warm.” Meng Ze wrapped his coat, which had been draped over his arm, around Zhao Zhiyi. He pressed the back of his hand against Zhao Zhiyi’s forehead to check his temperature and said, “I still have a few things to discuss with the school leaders. Wait for me at the entrance for a few minutes?”