Transmigrated as the Domineering Scumbag Alpha Forced into Marriage by a Delicate Subordinate (GL) - Chapter 15

The car was silent. Qin Jue’s request to sync her work hours with Tang Yun’s had not achieved the intended effect. Tang Yun didn’t seem to find anything wrong with it and was acting like she was available 24/7 on call. Instead, Qin Jue was the one who got restless first.

She asked, “Is there anything you want to say to me?”

Tang Yun thought for a moment and then asked, “Can I use the study at home?”

“What do you need the study for?” Qin Jue was puzzled.

“I might need to do some overtime or something,” Tang Yun said politely.

Qin Jue: “…”

At CEO Qin’s level, she hadn’t interacted with a workplace newbie as naive as Tang Yun in so long that she couldn’t grasp Tang Yun’s thought process. Did Tang Yun truly not feel like she was being exploited?

“You can use the study, but don’t touch my computer,” Qin Jue said.

“Understood, understood,” Tang Yun happily agreed.

Tang Yun seemed genuinely happy. Qin Jue didn’t know where her happiness came from, but she could be certain that the happiness of young people was very pure. Qin Jue didn’t notice the slight upward curve of her lips. She leaned back in her seat and turned her head to look at Tang Yun. The car happened to drive out of the underground garage, and the surroundings suddenly brightened. The scattered city lights dotted the night sky behind Tang Yun.

Qin Jue suspected that she had indeed done a good deed, though not out of goodwill.

“Don’t go home yet. Go to Mo Quan’s place,” Qin Jue instructed the driver.

Although the original owner was not particularly capable, among her friends, she was considered a uniquely successful young person. Mo Quan’s family had been nagging her for a long time, finally convincing Miss Mo to start a business of her own. So, Mo Quan immediately bought a bar someone else was selling, tidied it up casually, and was opening it these days. She persistently begged Qin Jue to come, claiming it was to witness the launch of her career.

Qin Jue didn’t like the atmosphere of bars, but since she had promised, no time was better than the present. Qin Jue decided to drop by tonight.

The driver changed direction and quickly turned into the nightlife district crammed with bars. Tang Yun looked over curiously. After ten o’clock, young people’s nightlife was just beginning. Neon lights heralded passionate youth, and alcohol was used to drown out the nowhere-to-be-put love and sorrow.

The car stopped. Qin Jue led Tang Yun out. A waiter opened the heavy solid wood door, and the shockwave of heavy metal music made the unprepared Tang Yun involuntarily take half a step back.

“CEO Qin, is your heart okay?” Tang Yun couldn’t help but ask.

Qin Jue: “Huh? What did you say?”

Qin Jue had texted Mo Quan on the way. Mo Quan was waiting in the bar. She instantly spotted Qin Jue and Tang Yun, two distinguished guests whose normal attire completely clashed with the atmosphere. She dragged Qin Jue straight up to the second floor. The private room seemed to be soundproofed, allowing their vibrating internal organs a chance to breathe.

“Finally decided to grace me with your presence tonight?” Mo Quan asked.

“Yes, came to see what kind of place you’re running,” Qin Jue frowned. “Why is it so loud?”

“Ah, it’s a friend’s band. They play heavy metal,” she smiled and threw a kiss at the bass player downstairs.

Qin Jue looked over and asked Mo Quan, “New flame?”

“An old flame, I guess,” Mo Quan shrugged. “We broke up peacefully. I’m saving myself for Director Yu now.”

“Director Yu? Yu Mu? You haven’t given up?” Qin Jue doubted her hearing.

“I’ve fallen in love, friend,” Mo Quan said seriously.

Downstairs was deafening noise, and around them was a bewildering scene of chaos. Amidst all this, a party girl was solemnly talking about love. The sight was comical no matter how one looked at it.

Qin Jue smiled. Love was a serious concept to her. She couldn’t imagine herself saying those words under any circumstances, certainly not like Mo Quan. So, she could only offer Mo Quan a: “Then I wish you good luck, friend.”

Mo Quan had prepared two cases of alcohol. Qin Jue’s discharge instructions required her to abstain from alcohol, so she rightfully drank lemon tea, and even Mo Quan couldn’t force her. But drinking two cases of alcohol by herself was too lonely. Mo Quan scanned the surroundings and focused on the idle Tang Yun.

“Secretary Tang, accompany me for a couple of drinks,” Mo Quan invited.

Tang Yun still remembered how Mo Quan had maliciously forced her to drink at Qin Jue’s birthday party. Hearing Mo Quan talk about drinking made her uneasy. She subconsciously looked to Qin Jue for help, and then in the next second, she remembered that Qin Jue wasn’t exactly a good person either.

“Just a couple of sips to be polite,” Qin Jue said.

“Oh, now you’re worried about her,” Mo Quan raised an eyebrow.

“She has to work tomorrow. Her working for me is more important than drinking with you,” the great capitalist Qin was iron-faced and impartial.

Mo Quan took a large glass and only poured a shallow amount for Tang Yun, but she was generous to herself.

Mo Quan raised her glass toward Tang Yun and said quite formally: “Secretary Tang, I, Mo Quan, am not a bad person. All that back then was instigated by Qin Jue. There’s a head on every wrong and a debtor for every debt. If you’re going to hold a grudge, don’t blame the wrong person.”

After saying that, she took a large gulp.

Tang Yun didn’t know what riddle Mo Quan was speaking in. She could only take a small sip, while Mo Quan’s glass was almost empty.

“Alright, that’s enough. Mo Quan, don’t act crazy here just because you can’t woo someone,” Qin Jue called a timely halt, saving Tang Yun from distress.

Mo Quan’s liquor was strong, and no one drinks hard liquor the way she was drinking it. It was clear she was bottling up some emotional trouble. Within the span of two sentences, she had drunk enough to make her eyes red.

Qin Jue sighed, anticipating that Mo Quan was about to get drunk and throw a tantrum. She quickly snatched the bottle out of her hand, turned to Tang Yun, and instructed: “Go walk around outside. Don’t accept drinks from strangers, don’t eat random things. I’ll call you when we leave.”

Tang Yun nodded and left the private room, leaving only Qin Jue and Mo Quan.

“Go on, tell me how Director Yu mercilessly rejected you,” Qin Jue said.

The sentence hit Mo Quan’s sore spot. She looked up, teary-eyed: “She said we’re not from the same world.”

Qin Jue felt puzzled. Wasn’t that obvious?

“Is it my fault that I have money? I was born rich!” Mo Quan’s radical statement was deafening.

Qin Jue rubbed her ears, set Mo Quan down on the sofa, and sat a distance away.

“I know she looks down on me. Didn’t I break up and cut ties completely? I even actively started a business and reformed myself. Even my old man was moved. Why won’t she even give me a chance?” Mo Quan felt wronged.

Qin Jue: “…”

Actively started a business, meaning buying a bar without doing any market research?

*Reformed herself, *meaning going around telling people that everything before was at Qin Jue’s instruction, and to blame the right person?

*Broke up and cut ties completely, *meaning inviting the ex-lover to perform and throwing a kiss at him?

Qin Jue felt that Yu Mu was being too polite.

Considering that Mo Quan was a long-time friend of the original owner, Qin Jue reluctantly advised her: “Mo Quan, how about we just give up? It’s good to stay in your comfort zone. Don’t always think about challenging yourself.”

Mo Quan waved her hand grandly: “No! I’m going to pursue her! The first time I saw her, I knew that in this life…”

“It’s—her—or—no—one!”

Qin Jue stood up and took a sharp breath. What kind of friend did the original owner have!

She paced the room three times, feeling that she couldn’t communicate much with the heartbroken and drunk Mo Quan. She deeply regretted sending Tang Yun away; at least there would have been one more sane person to share the burden with.

Qin Jue took Mo Quan’s phone from her sight. Mo Quan didn’t react at all. Qin Jue held up the phone for a face-ID unlock in front of her. Mo Quan vaguely bared her teeth and mumbled “Cheese.”

Qin Jue suspected that if she transferred all the money in Mo Quan’s account right now, Mo Quan would probably help her press her fingerprint and enter the password.

She found Mo Quan’s driver in her WeChat contacts, sent the location for them to pick her up, and then tucked the phone into Mo Quan’s pocket. She turned to leave but couldn’t help but sit back down in front of her, straightened the drunken Mo Quan, and told her, word by word:

“Just because you like someone doesn’t mean they have to be with you. Feelings are two-sided. It’s only called pursuing someone when the feeling is mutual. Otherwise, it’s just harassment.”

Mo Quan maintained a smile, not understanding a single word.

Qin Jue was talking to a brick wall. She felt that even if Mo Quan hadn’t been drunk, their values probably wouldn’t align. Qin Jue was different from Mo Quan and the other privileged brats, and different from the System, too. What was wrong with this world? Didn’t love deserve the most careful treatment?

Qin Jue felt a surge of frustration in her chest. The rock music drumming in from outside the private room was annoying. She took a large gulp of lemon tea and sat by the door, waiting for Mo Quan’s driver to arrive.

Finally, someone took charge of the drunkard, and she was free to leave. Qin Jue suspected that agreeing to come to the bar in the first place was a mistake.

Pushing open the private room door and walking through the chaotic crowd, Qin Jue uncomfortably unbuttoned the top button of her shirt collar. She took out her phone, texting Tang Yun as she walked out. The moment she pushed open the bar door, fresh air filled her nostrils, and she felt like she had finally escaped alive.

“CEO Qin, I’m at the outdoor coffee table on the right side of the door,” Tang Yun texted.

Qin Jue looked to the right. There was indeed a row of small round tables outside the bar, shaded by umbrellas. She didn’t know which previous owner of the bar had left them, but they didn’t fit the heavy metal vibe at all.

Qin Jue walked over, kicking aside a rolling beer can on the way, and stopped in front of the most out-of-place round table in the whole area.

A laptop was propped up on the table, casting a steady, faint white light in the surrounding chaos. The person sitting behind the computer looked up, their delighted, curved eyes twinkling as if with stars.

“CEO Qin, I know how to fix it! I can add a rhythm judgment system. That way, the difficulty and the satisfaction of the combos will be epic-level enhanced!” Tang Yun said.

Boom—Boom—

Qin Jue couldn’t hear what Tang Yun was saying. The deafening rock music was resonating in her chest. All she could see was how bright Tang Yun’s eyes were.

Qin Jue was silent for a moment, then said softly, “Let’s go home.”