After Transmigrating into a Scumbag Alpha, I Became the Female Lead's White Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 7

Early the next morning, Chi Huan planned to wake up early, create a time difference, and avoid a head-on confrontation with Rong Qing.

However, she ultimately underestimated the kind of monster a “capitalist” is.

At six o’clock in the morning, Chi Huan secretly wheeled herself downstairs. Before she could activate her little wheelchair and make her escape, she was caught red-handed by her mother, who was returning from her morning run.

“Where are you going?”

Chi Huan: “Work.”

Rong Qing understood: “Oh, going out to pick up girls.”

Chi Huan: “…”

What exactly did “Chi Huan” do to you?

Why would anyone so naturally assume that their daughter’s claim of “going to work” is just an excuse to go out and fool around!

Rong Qing raised an eyebrow: “Or… are you planning to see your little girlfriend?”

Chi Huan avoided the woman’s piercing gaze, feeling a twinge of guilt.

“Her family member is sick. I just want to go and see if I can help…”

Rong Qing was never soft when it came to attacking her daughter’s self-esteem.

She looked Chi Huan up and down, a playful smile on her lips, and raised a delicate eyebrow: “In your state, it’s good enough if you don’t cause trouble for others. And help?”

Before Chi Huan could argue, Rong Qing said unequivocally: “I don’t care what you want to do. Whatever it is, you are not allowed to go.”

Chi Huan said cheekily: “Mommy—”

Rong Qing sneered: “Begging won’t work.”

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mom—”

“You are not going anywhere until your injuries are healed.”

Having laid down the law, Rong Qing calmly went upstairs.

Chi Huan, left behind, stared at her retreating figure, her face full of gloom and sadness, as if a dark cloud hovered over her head.

As soon as Rong Qing turned a corner and disappeared upstairs, the cloud immediately cleared. Chi Huan’s expression shifted from gloomy to sunny in a second.

Hehe, if you won’t let me go openly, can’t I still sneak out?

Chi Huan vigorously pushed her wheelchair, heading towards the light of hope.

Going to see my dear (future ex) wife (～‘▽’*)～

The carved fence was within reach. Chi Huan thought she saw an angel waving at her—

“Miss?”

A dark-skinned face peered out from beside the gate.

“…Zhao Lei?” Chi Huan was bewildered.

Zhao Lei was Rong Qing’s personal bodyguard. He was unschooled but had secured his position through sheer strength, and his loyalty to Rong Qing was absolute.

The serious suit completely failed to conceal the Alpha’s exaggerated muscles; his strength was obvious.

Before Chi Huan could tell him to lower his voice, the burly man chuckled foolishly, “The Madam said you were going to sneak out, and you actually did.”

“The Madam is so smart!”

Chi Huan: “…”

Zhao Lei rubbed his hands, went up, and grabbed hold of her wheelchair, easily lifting both the wheelchair and Chi Huan together.

Chi Huan: “I don’t—” I don’t want to go back!

“Don’t worry, Miss! I won’t drop you!” The burly man was full of confidence.

“Let—” Let me down!

“We’ll be there soon!” His words were once again drowned out by Zhao Lei’s booming voice.

Zhao Lei strode back and shoved Chi Huan into the living room. The nice-looking but fragile wheelchair let out a cry of protest, and one of its two wheels immediately defected.

Chi Huan watched helplessly as the wheel wobbly sped into the distance, eventually colliding violently with the coffee table, wobbling a few times, and then falling onto the floor with a paji.

One wheel was down, but there was still another.

But the wheelchair couldn’t operate on just one wheel.

Chi Huan vaguely heard a shattering sound. Ah, it must be her dream.

Pah!

It’s not my dream that’s shattered! It’s my life!

She hadn’t even started on the plot today! She’s been grounded first!

Chi Huan was utterly disheartened.

“Huh?” Zhao Lei scratched his head. “Why is this thing so fragile? I didn’t even use much force.”

The burly man carefully picked up the wheel, trying to force it back onto the wheelchair.

The wheel let out a sound of derision and rolled away again.

It stopped in front of Rong Qing, who had finished her shower and was walking down the stairs.

In a short time, she had changed into an exquisitely embroidered dark green qipao and even put on makeup.

“What’s going on?”

Zhao Lei looked as if he had made a mistake, his rough face flushed red. He muttered softly, “I accidentally broke Miss’s wheelchair.”

He cautiously glanced at Rong Qing, accidentally meeting her smiling eyes, and immediately lowered his head again in shame.

“I, I will pay for it!”

“No, you don’t need to pay,” Rong Qing patted his head. “Well done.”

The qipao showed off the woman’s graceful curves, exuding charm. She raised her captivating eyes and gave Chi Huan a look of profound meaning.

“I quite like this.”

Zhao Lei immediately stopped feeling ashamed and chuckled foolishly.

“However,” Rong Qing paused, her voice measured, “the cost of the wheelchair will be deducted from your salary.”

“This wheelchair is inlaid with six precious stones and the finest jade. It costs about 30 million yuan, and your monthly salary seems to be 3,000?”

“3,000?” Chi Huan gasped.

Rong Qing gave her a cold look, and Chi Huan quickly shut up.

She dared not speak aloud, but she grumbled inwardly.

Even an old residential area hiring a security guard gets paid more than 3,000.

Who was Rong Qing? Given her wealth, even a million annual salary for her personal bodyguard would be shabby.

She actually only dared to give him 3,000!

A cold-blooded capitalist, indeed!

Zhao Lei had no realization that he was being taken advantage of and was busy calculating on his fingers.

When he discovered that calculating how many years it would take to pay off 30 million was an impossible task for his ten fingers, he dropped his hands in frustration.

“Based on 365 days a year, you need to stay by my side for at least 27 years,” Rong Qing “kindly” finished the calculation for him.

Chi Huan felt like Rong Qing’s expression resembled a big bad wolf seducing a little white rabbit, yet based on their size comparison, the little white rabbit should clearly be Rong Qing.

Why did she feel that this burly man, who was two meters tall and whose arm was thicker than Rong Qing’s waist, was the little white rabbit?

Is there a little white rabbit with bulging muscles?

Chi Huan involuntarily pictured a rabbit wearing a black suit.

When encountering an enemy, the rabbit foolishly shields the big bad wolf. With a forceful flex, its muscles rip the suit to shreds. It lunges at the enemy with claws and teeth, completely unaware that the real danger comes from behind…

…

So… scary!

Chi Huan quickly stopped speaking… no, stopped thinking.

The burly man had no idea what she was imagining on the side. After thinking about it with his limited brain capacity, he gathered the courage to pledge: “Madam, I will definitely work hard!”

Rong Qing nodded in satisfaction: “I believe you.”

This encouragement was like a shot of adrenaline, and Zhao Lei was instantly fully revived.

After eating, Rong Qing picked up her handbag and went out, not forgetting to instruct Zhao Lei, “Now, complete your first task: keep an eye on Miss.”

“Don’t let her step out the front door.”

Zhao Lei, like a eunuch who had received a royal decree, showed his absolute loyalty to the empress dowager: “Yes! Madam, I will definitely complete the task and watch Miss carefully!”

Chi Huan looked at the determined burly man in front of her and knew she was completely locked in. She let out a long, quiet sigh.

Just die!

All I lose is my life, but you! You are about to lose your daughter!

…Though you look eager to rush off to your second spring.

The CEO, in her “armor,” was honorably grounded by her mother.

After instructing Zhao Lei to carry her upstairs, Chi Huan waved her hands like shooing away flies.

Go! Everyone go!

Let her enjoy the last moments of her life alone!

Don’t disturb her!

Zhao Lei only thought she was still brooding over her lost wheelchair. Not daring to disobey, he tiptoed out and closed the door.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window, Chi Huan saw him return to the gate. He sat there, like a loyal, large dog, beginning his duty as a gatekeeper.

Chi Huan sighed and pulled out her phone.

Since she was about to die, she might as well play a couple of games.

At least in the last moments of her life, she would leave this world happily.

Before she rushed off to be reincarnated, when looking back, she wouldn’t regret not having seized the time to play another ranked game, nor would she be ashamed because a benevolent mother guarded the mid lane.

As the crystal was about to be destroyed, she could say: “My entire life and all my energy were dedicated to the world’s most magnificent cause—defending my mother against four enemies single-handedly.”

Chi Huan had initially put down her phone, but after waiting two seconds and not hearing the familiar sound of “Defeat,” she looked down.

The crystal hadn’t exploded! It was saved by the top-laner on her team with just a thread of health left. After fully recovering, the top-laner stopped in the base fountain and typed: “Mage, stop playing dead. Turn on your microphone!”

Chi Huan sneered. Turning on the mic is just giving you a chance to curse at me, isn’t it? Only a fool would turn it on!

“Don’t blame the road for being uneven when the person is bad!”

“If you have the guts, curse me while typing like this! Let’s see if you can type and play at the same time!”

“You were so cocky, single-eating the minion wave since the second wave! Why aren’t you carrying now? Keep cursing!”

“You disgust me so much, and you expect me to play well? Get lost!”

“I just won’t turn on the mic, hehehe. If I do, I’m your grandson!”

Chi Huan furiously typed on her keyboard.

Her teammate probably gave up, unwilling to argue with an intellectually disabled child, or perhaps a 16/0/3 score was less idle than a 0/16/1 score, which could spare half a minute to type every ten seconds.

In any case, the teammate muted their mic, played silently, and carried the team. Their desire to end the game and escape her was so urgent it could practically crawl out of the screen.

Chi Huan had just made a solemn vow to never open her microphone when the System, which had been silent for half the day, suddenly spoke.

【Host! I’m back from the upgrade~ Did you follow the plot properly in the half-day I was gone? Let me see—】

The System’s voice suddenly became delighted.

【Not bad! It’s only been half a day, and the Host has already connected with the other protagonist. Completing the mission is within sight!】

Chi Huan looked up from her phone screen, bewildered: “What other protagonist?”

【Mu Yi, of course. Does the Host not remember her?】

“I remember Mu Yi, of course. What about her?” Chi Huan was confused.

The System was more confused than she was: 【Aren’t you playing a game with her right now?】

Chi Huan had a bad feeling.

Holding onto a thread of hope, she pointed to her three other teammates and asked, “Which one of them is Mu Yi?”

【None of them. It’s the one carrying the gun and running the fastest.】

—Carrying the gun and running the fastest.

Chi Huan’s smile gradually disappeared.

Damn it, Mu Yi is Ma Chao, the Sima Yi top-laner who single-handedly ate two waves of her minions in three minutes.

《I Just Won’t Turn On the Mic Hehehe, If I Do, I’m Your Grandson》

《How to Gracefully and Naturally Slap Yourself in the Face》