Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 55

Over the past few days, Shen Xian’s company had posted job openings on various platforms, and a flood of resumes had already started pouring in. Thanks to investments from the Mu Group and Jiang

Corporation, many people who couldn’t land a job at either of those prestigious firms had turned their attention to Shen Xian’s growing company. As a result, the company’s inbox was constantly full. Li Xing and the other two spent most of their time each day just screening applications.

Shen Xian planned to hand out bonuses at the end of the month to reward their hard work. After all, the three of them had been working tirelessly, often staying late to work overtime alongside her.

She was reviewing the latest stock market trends in her office when, beyond the noise of ongoing renovations, a commotion erupted outside the main door. Shen Xian stood up and walked out. With a quick glance, she matched the unfamiliar faces to the names stored in her memory.

“Is that Zhao Qiang and his gang?” she asked the system instinctively.

“Yes, Host. Those are the original body’s old drinking and gambling buddies,” came the system’s cold mechanical voice, startling Shen Xian a little.

“You’re alive?” she asked, confused. The system hadn’t appeared in a while.

“I wasn’t dead. You simply didn’t call on me. When there’s nothing urgent, I go into standby mode,” the system replied matter-of-factly.

Shen Xian nodded in understanding—basically, it had been slacking off.

While she was chatting with the system, Zhao Qiang and his three companions were already striding toward her. After being humiliated by her on the phone the other day, Zhao Qiang had been stewing in resentment. He’d spent the last few days asking around to find Shen Xian’s company, hoping to clarify what she had meant by those harsh words.

Zhao Qiang wasn’t afraid of Shen Xian at all. Back in the day, the only reason he’d acted deferential around her was to coax her into footing the bill during their outings. Deep down, they all knew she was a pushover who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

Shen Xian wasn’t scared of these good-for-nothings either. What did surprise her was how thick-skinned they were. She had been more than clear with them, yet here they were, showing up at her office. Still, this saved her the trouble of seeking them out herself.

She stepped outside and glanced at the four men coldly. “What do you want?”

Zhao Qiang grinned and elbowed the guys beside him. “Hey now, looks like Sister Shen’s become a big shot. Took us begging just to get a meeting. We came to check in on you—what, not even gonna invite us inside?”

“Ha,” Shen Xian scoffed. “Cut the fake familiarity. We’re not close. If you’ve got something to say, say it. Don’t waste our time—we’re working.”

Her words immediately provoked Zhao Qiang. He bristled, glaring at her. “What’s that supposed to mean? You think you’re better than us now? Don’t think just because you’re pretending to be some big shot that I won’t lay a hand on you. Calling you ‘sis’ is out of respect. Who do you think you are?”

Shen Xian chuckled. “You come here causing trouble and somehow that’s my fault? I already told you—I don’t know you, and you’re not welcome here. If you’ve got nothing else, kindly leave.”

“Fine, Shen Xian, you ungrateful bitch,” Zhao Qiang spat and reached for her shoulder.

But the moment his hand touched her, Shen Xian grabbed his wrist and, in one fluid motion, flipped him over her shoulder. Zhao Qiang didn’t even have time to react before he landed on the ground with a heavy thud.

The other three rushed to help him up, and Zhao Qiang, face red with rage, snarled, “You dare lay a hand on me? I’ll kill you!”

Shen Xian smirked. “You think I have time to fight with thugs like you? There are surveillance cameras everywhere. Everything you just did has been recorded. If you’re so eager to go to jail, be my guest.”

Zhao Qiang dusted himself off and spat on the ground. “Fine, Shen Xian. You think I won’t catch you sooner or later? You’ve gotta go home sometime.”

“Hah. You idiots?” Shen Xian replied coolly. “Get lost.”

Her dismissive attitude completely set Zhao Qiang off. He clenched his fists, seething. “You bitch. I’ll kill you one day!”

Still fiddling with her phone, Shen Xian answered lazily, “I don’t waste time on idiots.”

The reason she was so calm was because she knew Zhao Qiang and his crew were all bark and no bite. They were ordinary guys, no real threat. Even if they all attacked together, she could handle it.

“Boss, should we leave?” one of Zhao Qiang’s lackeys asked hesitantly.

“Let’s go! Shen Xian, you better watch your back!” Zhao Qiang shouted as they left.

The commotion had drawn the attention of Li Xing and the others, who had come out of the office. They’d intended to help, but when they saw Shen Xian take Zhao Qiang down with a single throw, they figured their help wasn’t needed.

“They were just a bunch of low-level punks,” Shen Xian said as she walked back in. “Let’s get back to work.”

Back in her office, Shen Xian called Fu Binbin. “Hey, President Fu, I might need a favor.”

Fu Binbin perked up. “Just say the word. Is it that scumbag Lu Jianbai again?”

“No, he’s still in the hospital. These are a few guys I got tangled up with when I was younger—four local thugs. They came to my office today to cause trouble. Think you could help me teach them a lesson?”

“Of course. That’s easy. Send me their names—I’ll give you an address later tonight.”

“Thanks.” Shen Xian sent him their info. Knowing Zhao Qiang and his type, they definitely wouldn’t stop here. Worse, they might even go after Qinghan and their daughter. It was best to nip the threat in the bud.

Around 8 p.m., Fu Binbin called.

“They’re all here. I’ve sent you the address. Someone will meet you in the lobby.”

“On my way.” As Shen Xian hung up, Lin Qinghan looked over.

Shen Xian smiled and walked over. “Qinghan, I need to step out for a bit. It might take a while. You and Tiantian go to bed first—don’t wait for me.”

Tiantian was playing with a puzzle. When she heard Shen Xian was leaving, she perked up and clung to her leg, whining, “Mommy, don’t go out. The big bad wolf will come!”

Shen Xian laughed, scooping her up. “Mommy’s a grown-up. I’m not afraid of big bad wolves.”

Lin Qinghan looked at her and said, “Be careful and come home early. Tiantian and I will be waiting.”

Shen Xian gave her a reassuring hug. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.” She handed Tiantian to Lin Qinghan.

Lin Qinghan cuddled her and said, “Tell Mommy to come home early.”

“Mommy, come home early! Be a good mommy!” Tiantian chirped.

“Okay, I will.” Shen Xian gave her daughter a playful pinch on the cheek and headed out.

The address led to a hotel. Shen Xian was escorted to a conference room, where she found four men tied up with black sacks over their heads. Fu Binbin lounged on the sofa, eating pastries.

“You’re here. Take a look—are these your guys?” he asked, gesturing for his men to remove the sacks and gags.

Zhao Qiang immediately shouted, “Shen Xian! You bitch! You set me up!”

He tried to lunge at her but was quickly restrained.

“You?” Shen Xian scoffed. “This is a little reminder for you. Learn your place. Know who not to mess with.”

She gave a signal, and the bodyguards began beating them. Cries of pain filled the room.

“Don’t worry,” Fu Binbin said, munching on dessert. “This is my family’s hotel—there won’t be any evidence. Do whatever you want.”

“Thanks, President Fu,” Shen Xian said.

After a while, she raised her hand to stop the beating. The men were bloodied but conscious. Zhao Qiang gasped, “You’re not afraid I’ll call the police?”

“Go ahead,” Shen Xian sneered. “This is the Fu Group’s hotel. Heard of it?”

Zhao Qiang stared at her. “Impossible. You’re just a street punk. How would you know the Fu Group?”

“Still in denial? Maybe I went too easy on you.” She signaled again, and the beating resumed.

By the end, none of the four could speak properly.

“This is just a warning,” Shen Xian said coldly. “Come near me again and it won’t end like this.”

Seeing they were silent, she added, “Need me to teach you how to respond?”

Zhao Qiang finally caved. “No, please. We’ll never bother you again. I swear.”

Shen Xian turned to Fu Binbin. “Thanks again, President Fu.”

Zhao Qiang thought she was about to do something worse. “We really won’t cause trouble again!” he screamed, before being gagged and blindfolded again.

“I’m heading to the club later,” Fu Binbin said. “Wanna join?”

Shen Xian smiled. “No thanks. My daughter told me to come home early.”

“How old is she?”

“Three and a half. Just started preschool. Told me to be a good mommy and come back early.”

Fu Binbin fell silent, a little melancholy. “That’s nice. No one’s waited for me in years.”

“You’ll find someone eventually,” Shen Xian replied. “Take care, President Fu. See you around.”

“See you.”

Fu Binbin watched her go, thinking of his mother. Since her passing, no one had cared if he came home. His father and brother were always busy, and he had drifted, aimless and alone. After a moment, he straightened up and asked his bodyguards to escort him to the club.

When Shen Xian got home, it was past ten. Lin Qinghan was still in the living room watching TV. Shen Xian smiled involuntarily, knowing she had waited.

She changed her shoes and sat beside her.

“Come closer,” Lin Qinghan said. “I’m tired from waiting.”

Shen Xian was briefly stunned by the tenderness in her voice but scooted over. Lin Qinghan leaned against her and turned off the TV.

“Can you tell me where you went?” she asked softly. “It’s okay if you can’t—I was just worried.”

Shen Xian wrapped an arm around her. “I took care of something. Remember Zhao Qiang?”

Lin Qinghan nodded, her hair brushing Shen Xian’s neck and making her shiver.

“He showed up at the office with some guys. I kicked them out, but I figured it was better to deal with them properly. A client of ours helped me teach them a lesson tonight. They won’t dare come back.”

At the mention of the disturbance, Lin Qinghan sat up, alarmed. “Were you hurt?”

Shen Xian smiled. “I’m fine, I promise.”

“You’re smiling?” Lin Qinghan smacked her lightly. “Did you go too far?”

Shen Xian pulled her close again. “They’re fine. I’m a law-abiding citizen, remember? I just didn’t want you to worry.”

Touched by her openness, Lin Qinghan pinched her side.

“Ow! Qinghan, that hurts!”

“I didn’t even use force,” she said with a playful glare. “Let’s see if you still go off doing dangerous things alone.”

“I was wrong, okay? I won’t do it again!”

Satisfied, Lin Qinghan pulled away slightly and lifted Shen Xian’s shirt. “Just checking. I didn’t pinch too hard, right?”

Shen Xian sat obediently as she inspected her side. Her waist and lower stomach were toned from regular morning runs—fair and smooth, without a single mark.

Blushing, Lin Qinghan pulled the shirt down and noticed Shen Xian was still wearing a pheromone blocker patch.

“Shen Xian, lower your head.”

She didn’t understand but complied. Lin Qinghan gently ran her fingers over the patch—maybe even the gland underneath.

Shen Xian stayed still. Lin Qinghan carefully peeled off the patch.

“Thanks, Qinghan.”

“Don’t mention it,” she murmured, flustered.

Touching someone’s gland was an intimate act. Lin Qinghan wasn’t sure what Shen Xian felt, but the fact that she didn’t pull away only confused her more about their relationship.

Shen Xian, meanwhile, thought Qinghan was just being considerate—and never suspected anything more.