Transmigrated as the Domineering Scumbag Alpha Forced into Marriage by a Delicate Subordinate (GL) - Chapter 1

The grand ballroom of the Shengxiang Hotel was brightly lit.

Qin Jue held a glass of clear, low-alcohol sparkling wine, moving effortlessly through the hall. People constantly approached to offer toasts. She held the glass, nodded in acknowledgment, only wetting her lips with a small sip. Her demeanor was quite arrogant, but it didn’t matter; she was the protagonist of this evening’s cocktail party.

Many people attended the party. It was the 27th birthday celebration of CEO Qin of Changfeng Technology, and various industry acquaintances who could find an indirect way to associate with her had come to join the excitement. Of course, the core circle consisted only of Qin Jue’s long-time friends and hangers-on.

Qin Jue was currently considered the boss of this group of trust-fund babies. After all, with her father dead, she was the one in charge of the massive Qin company. This put her above the large number of aimless rich second-generation peers who could have their cards canceled and be grounded in a dark room by their families at any time.

A casual smile played on the corner of Qin Jue’s lips. Her gaze fell upon the group of people drinking and laughing unrestrainedly, or more precisely, on a slender figure in the middle of them who was so anxious that her whole body was flushed.

“Qin Jue, that’s no fun. Everyone’s here to celebrate with you, and you’re just drinking a little sweet water?” When they saw Qin Jue approaching, someone started to egg her on.

Qin Jue smiled. Compared to the drinks they were intentionally using to get people drunk, the sparkling wine in her hand was indeed “sweet water.” She had deliberately switched it out.

It all started half an hour ago. Qin Jue was negotiating her overseas contract, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window of her top-floor office, looking down at the scattered lights on the bridge over the river late at night. Suddenly, a fierce, unbearable pain shot through her chest. Her vision went black, and when she opened her eyes again, she was in this lavishly decorated ballroom. An inexplicable entity calling itself “The System” had appeared in her mind, telling her that this was the world of a novel.

She had to find the protagonist, a submissive character named Tang Yun, and play the villain who oppressed the protagonist, forcing the protagonist to grow. Once she had served as a stepping stone for the protagonist’s career and love life, she could successfully retire and return to her own world.

Qin Jue swallowed a shallow sip of the sparkling wine, suppressing the faint pain in her chest, which she guessed was a persistent issue brought from her real world. When Qin Jue took over the company, it was in turmoil with morale shattered. Over the years, she had drunk a lot of alcohol and pulled countless all-nighters, even though she personally hated socializing.

Alcohol offered no benefits when consumed excessively. In a setting like this, it was enough for Qin Jue to switch to a low-proof drink just for appearance’s sake.

Qin Jue brought her ‘sweet water’ over to their side. A faint, subtle sweetness wafted towards her nose. She sipped the wine to moisten her lips, then set the glass down. She pointed her chin at Tang Yun, who was being surrounded and plied with drinks, and curved her lips into a smile: “Now this is the real sweet water.”

A wave of ambiguous laughter erupted around them. Qin Jue noticed that Tang Yun kept her gaze fixed on the floor tiles, not even sparing Qin Jue a glance when she arrived.

Tang Yun was standing by the sofa. The dress she was wearing was slit up to her thigh, and the neckline was also very low. She could only barely maintain the last vestige of her precarious dignity by remaining standing.

Qin Jue found it hard to believe that this was the protagonist the System spoke of. This little waif would one day team up with another protagonist to ruin her company, force her to sell all her assets, and eventually reduce her to begging on the streets.

“Host, this is Tang Yun. Quick, go for it!” The System’s voice sounded exceptionally excited.

Qin Jue: …

Qin Jue didn’t understand why this System and this so-called novel were so fixated on this point. As a company president, why would the character of CEO Qin not focus on tripling her performance in three years and monopolizing the industry in five, but instead be hell-bent on playing with women? What was so fun about women? If it were Qin Jue, she would rather possess thousands of miles of territory and enjoy endless solitude.

But…

The System said, “Either start begging on the streets immediately, or you must humiliate her, torment her, and make her yours!”

So, Qin Jue had no choice but to bite the bullet and go along with it. Judging by the reaction to the very first sentence she spoke, Qin Jue thought she might have a bit of a knack for being an asshole.

Qin Jue and Tang Yun looked across a low coffee table at each other. Even from a distance, Qin Jue could smell the strong scent of alcohol, and beneath it, a clean, fresh soap fragrance that the alcohol couldn’t mask.

“This is Tang Yun’s Omega pheromone. Her heat is about to start,” the System said.

It was Qin Jue’s first time hearing about the ABO world structure, where Alphas and Omegas both had heats. The System told Qin Jue that during a heat, both A’s and O’s would become animals completely dominated by instinct.

Right now, Tang Yun’s heat was about to begin. The pheromones wafting from the back of her neck lingered at everyone’s nostrils—a clean and refreshing soap scent. But the people here were eagerly waiting for her to stop being so clean.

Tang Yun gripped her wine glass tightly, the veins on her fair hands bulging. Qin Jue’s gaze swept lightly over her, as if she hadn’t noticed.

If it were Qin Jue being humiliated like this, she would definitely take fierce revenge later. But that was fine; by then, she would be making her successful exit.

Qin Jue leaned in and whispered in Tang Yun’s ear, adding fuel to the fire: “Come back to the room with me? Or do you want to stay here and keep them company?”

The volume was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for Tang Yun and everyone present to clearly hear. Qin Jue’s friends in this group were all Alphas.

With a sharp clink, the wine glass in Tang Yun’s hand dropped and shattered. The moment Qin Jue’s breath came close, she trembled as if she had been electrocuted.

Tang Yun finally looked up at Qin Jue, her eyes reddened and shimmering with unshed tears. Her chest heaved violently. She glared fiercely at Qin Jue, but she didn’t realize that she didn’t look fierce at all right now.

Qin Jue let her glare. The circle of Qin Jue’s friends on the sofa enjoyed the spectacle. Mo Quan, who was sitting the farthest away and had the least proper posture, suddenly spoke up: “Why go back with her? That Qin is full of bad ideas. Don’t go with her, I’ll take you.”

This was the person who had first started the heckling. A quick search through the plot the System had uploaded into her brain confirmed her identity. This person had been hanging out with the original owner since childhood, never doing anything serious, and specializing in stirring up trouble—a genuine playboy/girl.

“How about it? Come with me. I’ll take you out for some air,” Mo Quan continued to instigate.

Tang Yun took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and though her eyes were wet, not a single tear fell. She spoke with a tremble, using all her strength to flatten her voice, and quietly said to Qin Jue, “I’ll go back with you.”

The logic was simple: going with one was better than being surrounded by a group.

Qin Jue curved her lips. Mo Quan dramatically sighed, shook her head, and looked disappointed: “Tsk, why won’t she take advice?”

Qin Jue completely ignored Mo Quan, casually put her arm around Tang Yun’s waist, and strode back. The annex next to the ballroom had been prepared with a lounge for guests to sober up and rest. Qin Jue randomly chose one room and pushed Tang Yun inside.

Bang—

The door slammed shut behind them. Tang Yun flinched again.

The lounge wasn’t large, and the room layout was clear at a glance, with the large bed in the center being extremely conspicuous. Tang Yun’s hands hung by her sides, clenched into fists, and she bit her lip without saying a word.

Not speaking? Did that mean Qin Jue had to take the initiative? CEO Qin had never faced a situation like this.

Qin Jue tugged at her tie, took off her overly tailored suit jacket, and tossed it casually onto the back of a chair. She poured herself a glass of water to wet her throat and looked casually at Tang Yun.

“Miss Tang, you know what I paid you the money for, right?” Qin Jue asked.

Tang Yun was a poor student. When Qin Jue found her, she was working the night shift at a 24-hour convenience store. Qin Jue mentioned a good part-time job for her to consider, promising a reward so substantial that Tang Yun counted the zeros on the agreement twice.

Tang Yun’s struggle was written on her face. Qin Jue didn’t rush her at all at this point. She sat down composedly with a glass of plain water, waiting for her answer, perfectly executing a condescending attitude.

“I… know,” Tang Yun finally spoke.

In the empty room, Tang Yun squirmed uncomfortably in small movements. It seemed the current situation wouldn’t allow her to resist. Under the catalysis of alcohol, the so-called pheromone was taking over her mind faster than expected. Tang Yun’s watery eyes gradually lost focus, making Qin Jue unconsciously frown.

Clink—

CEO Qin set the water glass down. In the perfectly soundproofed silence of the lounge, it was as loud as a sudden clap of thunder. A single tear silently dropped.

Qin Jue felt no pleasure in oppressing a young girl, but her act had to continue, or the System threatened to immediately make her beg on the streets.

Qin Jue stood up and approached step by step. Tang Yun retreated with each step she took, until her calf suddenly hit the edge of the bed. She lost her balance and fell backward, landing on the soft, large bed.

Qin Jue looked down at Tang Yun. Her throat felt tight, and an inexplicable heat rose in her body. She simply unfastened the exquisite cufflinks and casually rolled up her sleeves. Tang Yun clutched the sheets beneath her, breathing in small gasps. Desire was pulling her toward the abyss like a receding tide.

“Please… don’t force me to hate you…” Tang Yun uttered these words with difficulty.

Qin Jue: “…”

She could only say, she truly lived up to her name as the delicate flower heroine.

“OMG, Host, you’re so good! Quick! Make her yours!” The System rejoiced at hearing this classic line from old-school webnovels, while Qin Jue’s disgust instantly peaked.

She didn’t like being manipulated, much less by this damned System that she didn’t know was human or dog.

Qin Jue silently stared at the suffering Tang Yun on the bed, then suddenly and decisively turned around, pulled an inhibitor from the first-aid kit on the bedside table. The small needle pierced the skin, and a cold liquid injected into her flesh. When the single-use inhibitor was fully dispensed, Qin Jue tossed the empty packaging into the trash can.

“Host, what are you doing? Why did you give her an inhibitor? You know you’re breaking character, right? Do you want to go sweep the streets now?” The System was dumbfounded and immediately started threatening, “You should remember, once you deviate from the character setting, the predetermined ending will load immediately…”

Ignoring the noise in her head, Qin Jue watched Tang Yun’s change, judging her reaction and pondering how to speak next.

From the moment she heard the System’s ridiculous, tyrannical conditions, she never intended to comply. Since they didn’t consult Qin Jue when setting the rules of the game, they shouldn’t blame her for finding loopholes.

The alarming flush on Tang Yun’s body visibly began to subside. She opened her eyes. Qin Jue stood before her, her tall, straight figure slowly becoming clear in Tang Yun’s vision.

“You took my money, so you are mine. I don’t do losing business. Therefore, you must do whatever I tell you to do, understand?” Qin Jue confirmed again.

Tang Yun’s voice was terribly hoarse. She made an indistinct sound, which Qin Jue took as affirmation.

Qin Jue continued to speak to herself: “Check your email when you get back. You have one week to read the materials and write a proposal for me.”

After all, how could a worker under CEO Qin not be considered CEO Qin’s person?

As a self-proclaimed black-hearted capitalist who deserved to be hanged from a lamppost, being deeply resented by employees for tormenting them, and then being fiercely retaliated against (a nod to the proverb ‘thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, do not bully a young man in poverty’) seemed perfectly reasonable and justifiable.

Qin Jue felt a sense of relief. She was indeed more adept at speaking this way. To make herself seem more like a villainous CEO, Qin Jue added another threat: “Otherwise, you know the consequences.”

After saying that, she snatched the neatly folded quilt from the bed and threw it over Tang Yun, completely covering the nearly unclothed Omega.

See no evil!