A Max-Level Film Queen Takes on the Scumbag Alpha Script [Transmigration] - Chapter 11

Jiang Baihe stepped out of the car alongside Yan Shu. She watched as Yan Shu unhurriedly produced a gold-stamped invitation and handed it to the doorman. Shortly after, the two followed a guiding waiter into the villa.

The scenery inside was indeed beautiful—lush greenery, clear water, and fresh air. Small, unknown red flowers grew along the pebble path, swaying gently in the night breeze. In the center of the venue sat a large, decorative low-tier fountain. Buffet carts were scattered nearby, stocked with red wine and delicate desserts for guests to enjoy.

They had arrived somewhat late; many guests had entered long ago and were now roaming the floor, scouting for their targets of conversation.

Jiang Baihe looked around curiously as she walked. Before transmigrating, she had been a somewhat famous figure, but she rarely had the chance to attend such high-society gatherings, usually only appearing at award ceremonies. However, even in this unfamiliar setting, she didn’t feel at all uncomfortable. After all, she had a “boss-level” figure like Yan Shu by her side. Tonight, she only needed to play the part of a well-behaved “leg attachment.”

“Can you drink?”

Jiang Baihe was staring at a small cake on one of the carts, wondering if Yan Shu would like it, when she heard Yan Shu ask a soft question beside her. The low voice, accompanied by the faint sound of breathing near her ear, made Jiang Baihe’s heart itch slightly.

She pinched her earlobe, took a high-stemmed glass of red wine from Yan Shu, and smiled. “I can. My tolerance is decent.”

Yan Shu nodded and first led Jiang Baihe to meet the host of the banquet. It was a mature woman in a long red dress who had been chatting with a small group. Upon seeing Yan Shu approach, she smiled, waved, and walked quickly toward them.

“Xiao Shu, long time no see. I didn’t think you’d actually make it today.”

“Long time no see, A-Yan.” Yan Shu offered a rare, faint smile as she exchanged a hug with the newcomer. “Welcome back to the country.”

“Ugh, don’t even get me started.” Gu Qingyan smoothed her long hair, twirling the ends around her finger. She rolled her eyes playfully and lowered her voice. “If I’d known the old man tricked me into coming back just to pressure me into marriage, I wouldn’t have returned for the life of me… By the way, who is this?”

Gu Qingyan looked curiously at Jiang Baihe. In her memory, Yan Shu had never been so close to anyone. Even though their interactions were subtle, Gu Qingyan could sense Yan Shu’s underlying care for this person.

Jiang Baihe met her gaze with a broad, confident smile. Seeing Yan Shu hug this woman had made her feel a little “vinegary” (jealous). After all, she had been with Yan Shu for a while and hadn’t even received a proactive hug, and this woman was calling her “Xiao Shu”—a nickname Jiang Baihe hadn’t even used yet.

However, anyone who could bring out such a gentle side of Yan Shu must be a very good friend.

Yan Shu took the opportunity to introduce them: “This is my partner, Jiang Baihe.”

“Baihe, this is my classmate, Gu Qingyan.”

Jiang Baihe stole a glance at Yan Shu. Hearing her introduce her so frankly to others swept away her discomfort, replacing it with a secret thrill of joy. She reached out her hand and greeted her politely, “Hello.”

“Hello,” Gu Qingyan responded with surprise, clearly not expecting that Yan Shu was already married. Once she recovered, she let out a whistle and teased, “Impressive! You actually managed to snag our school’s famous Ice Queen. I thought Xiao Shu was going to spend her life married to her work.”

Since Gu Qingyan had been abroad for so long, she didn’t know their marriage was a political one based on pheromones rather than romance. Jiang Baihe didn’t bother to correct her. Instead, she followed the joke: “Actually, ‘Work’ is still President Yan’s legal wife.”

Jiang Baihe gave Yan Shu a playful wink. “I’m just a lowly consort working hard to compete for favor, waiting for the day I can be promoted. Right, Little President Yan?”

Yan Shu looked helplessly at the two teasing her, while Gu Qingyan burst into laughter. “You are too much fun!” She patted Jiang Baihe’s shoulder, and within a few jokes, the awkwardness between the strangers evaporated.

The three were chatting happily—Jiang Baihe was hoping to dig up some of Yan Shu’s past from Gu Qingyan—when a voice suddenly interjected from behind in a sarcastic tone:

“Oh, if it isn’t our busy bee Baihe. It really has been a long time.”

Jiang Baihe froze slightly. She turned to see the unfriendly newcomer, and the smile slowly faded from her face. She frowned; memories told her this was one of the “fair-weather friends” from the original Alpha’s social circle.

After that unpleasant call from Jiang Yu, Jiang Baihe had replaced her SIM card and changed her contact info. She had no intention of staying in touch with the original’s toxic network and had deleted them all. She hadn’t expected to run into them here.

Sighing internally, Jiang Baihe knew she had to settle this and sever ties completely to avoid future trouble. She turned to Yan Shu and said, “I’ll be right back.”

Yan Shu looked at her for a moment, her thoughts unreadable. She nodded and said softly, “Okay. Call me if you need anything.”

Jiang Baihe followed the individual to a secluded corner. Several people were sprawled across sofas, either looking at their phones or flirting with their dates.

As they approached, a girl with short hair and a mean-looking face narrowed her eyes. She spoke mockingly: “Oh, look at our Baihe who married into wealth. What brings you here to see us today?”

“A few days ago we wanted to grab a drink. Guess what? She just deleted us all!”

“I guess you’ve climbed the high branch of the Yan family and think we aren’t worthy of you anymore, huh?”

Nearly everyone there was a female Alpha with backgrounds and personalities similar to the original scumbag Alpha, which was why they had hung out together. Jiang Baihe didn’t care about their words; her only goal was a clean break.

She found an empty seat and sat down, scanning the group. Some faces were familiar, while others were new. The short-haired girl was the leader of this clique, apparently named Fang Moli.

Fang Moli poured a full glass of red wine for Jiang Baihe and snorted, “Sister Baihe, how about a drink?”

“No thanks.” Jiang Baihe lowered her eyes lazily, playing with her manicured nails without even looking at Fang Moli. Drinking depended on who the company was, and she had no interest in drinking with these people. She just wanted to finish this and go back to sit with Yan Shu.

Fang Moli’s face chilled. She slammed the glass onto the table, splashing wine everywhere. “Just because you latched onto the Yans, you really think you’re something special?”

Jiang Baihe retorted slowly, “You want to latch onto someone wealthy, but you can’t even get the chance.”

“You!” Fang Moli stood up in a rage, looking ready to cause trouble.

But Jiang Baihe didn’t flinch. She just gave her a steady look. “Think carefully before you make a move. Hitting me is hitting the face of the Yan family. Among those sitting here…” She scanned the room, noting everyone’s shifting expressions. “…Whose family wants to cut ties with the Yans?”

The Sihai Group occupied half of the economic circle in City A. Very few dared to offend the Yans; even the scraps that fell through the Yans’ fingers were enough to sustain a family for months. These people weren’t the ones in power at home—they were mostly “abandoned” heirs—but they lived on family money. If their parents knew they offended the Yans over a trifle, their legs would be broken.

The people who had been mocking her suddenly went silent.

Before transmigrating, Jiang Baihe had worked for everything herself. Since arriving, she had rarely used Yan Shu’s name as a shield. This was the first time she had tried “bullying others using powerful connections.” She had to admit—it was extremely satisfying.

She had no intention of making a scene. If there was a peaceful way to settle the original Alpha’s messes, she was all for it. Jiang Baihe took a clean glass, poured herself a little wine, and raised it to the group. “Alright, alright, just a joke. Regardless of the past, from now on, we go our separate ways. We don’t bother each other, okay?”

Fang Moli laughed out of anger. She truly hadn’t expected Jiang Baihe to change so much in a few months. She didn’t know why she was so desperate to cut ties, but since Jiang Baihe was using her status to pressure them, there was no point in clinging. They weren’t exactly short of one “friend.”

Fang Moli took the offered “out” and sat back down. She raised her own glass and drained it. “Then I wish you a bright future. Let there be no further connection between us.”

Jiang Baihe nodded, accepting the “blessing,” and finished her wine. Just as she thought the matter was perfectly settled and she could go find Yan Shu, Fang Moli suddenly pouted toward the space behind her.

Fang Moli smiled maliciously, looking like she was watching a play. She mouthed the words: “Getting rid of us is easy, but what about HER?”

Jiang Baihe froze. She turned around to see a delicate-looking girl standing not far away, looking at her with eyes full of longing and brimming with tears.

The girl called out Jiang Baihe’s name in a soft, mournful voice, tinged with a sob: “Baihe…”

Jiang Baihe, the target of this soulful cry: “…”

Help! I just finished one mess and another appears! Whose romantic debt did the scumbag Alpha leave behind this time?!