Transmigrated as the Domineering Scumbag Alpha Forced into Marriage by a Delicate Subordinate (GL) - Chapter 2

“Host, I need…”

“I need a reasonable explanation, make it concise.” Qin Jue took the initiative.

At this moment, Tang Yun lay quietly on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, staring at the ceiling. Having been pulled back from the brink of heat by the inhibitor, it would take her a while to fully return to normal. Qin Jue simply pulled a chair to the bedside and sat down, picking up the remaining half glass of water and sipping it slowly.

When she was relaxed and not deliberately acting like a spoiled brat, the aura of a high-ranking person who controls a large company at a young age naturally emanated from Qin Jue.

She had done something that broke the original plot, infuriating the System, but she was still sitting here drinking water, safe and sound. She hadn’t been immediately dispatched to the curb at four in the morning with a large enamel mug in her hand by heavenly justice. This showed that her conjecture was correct: there were fundamental laws even in transmigration.

The System was clearly full of dirty thoughts, yet could only use the ambiguous phrase “make her yours,” indicating that the novel had limitations on explicit content. Qin Jue’s assigned persona was a domineering CEO who kept a delicate flower. She had the person, she had given the money, she had said the mean words, and the time for the “fade to black” scenes that followed was actually a blank area as judged by the System.

System: “…Host, I’m doing this for your own good.”

Qin Jue: “No need, thank you.”

“This is a welfare book!” The System sounded shocked.

Qin Jue: “But I refuse to engage in gambling, drugs, or explicit content.”

She was a decent person.

System: “!”

Qin Jue took another sip of the hot water, covering the corner of her lips that unconsciously curled up from annoying the System. When Tang Yun’s eyes cleared, the first thing she saw was the fleeting smile at the corner of Qin Jue’s eye. She blinked. The smile disappeared the next second, and Qin Jue’s face was cold, as if it had been her hallucination.

Qin Jue checked the time, concluding that enough time had passed. She rose gracefully, checked her makeup, and then turned to leave.

“Take a shower and change your clothes before you go out to see people,” Qin Jue instructed.

With many guests invited to the birthday party, the location chosen by the Qin family was naturally well-prepared for all possible emergencies. Whether it was the inhibitor in the bedside cabinet or the clothes prepared in the closet, everything was kept ready just in case.

Qin Jue opened the door and stepped out, taking a deep breath of the fresh air in the corridor. She was the protagonist of the party and couldn’t disappear for the entire night, but Qin Jue chose to take the long way back to the ballroom, walking through the hotel’s small garden, taking advantage of the silent night to sort out the background of the character she was playing.

She was the eldest daughter of the Qin family, inheriting a vast business empire. She had a sister, Qin Yao, who was still in college and whom she had only glanced at briefly at the party without exchanging a word. The deceased Mr. Qin started a gaming company, chasing the development and evolution of the gaming industry all the way from the crude Famicom decades ago to online games and now mobile games.

Qin Jue’s own company was a technology firm, making them semi-competitors with the original owner. Although Qin Jue herself didn’t understand games, and her main mission here had nothing to do with managing the company (and according to the plot, the company was destined to collapse anyway), yet…

“Qin Jue.” A male voice called out to her.

Qin Jue looked up and saw a well-dressed young man standing at the end of the garden, with the bright, warm light of the lobby behind him, making his expression hard to discern.

“Why did you run off here alone? Auntie is getting anxious and looking everywhere for you to cut the cake,” his tone was gentle, but the content held a hint of complaint.

“Have you been waiting long?” Qin Jue countered.

The System prompted Qin Jue: “This is Guan Li, your company’s Vice President, and also your sister Qin Yao’s boyfriend.”

Guan Li smiled, seemingly accustomed to Qin Jue’s tone. Qin Jue followed him back to the ballroom. People spotted her from afar and came over to greet her with smiles and wine glasses in hand. Qin Jue saw the original owner’s mother sitting among a group of bejeweled ladies, beckoning to her, while her sister, Qin Yao, sat far away, lifting her eyes without a hint of a smile on her face.

The man coming to toast, with a bulging belly, quickly squeezed through the crowd. His gelled hairstyle had collapsed, and two greasy strands of fringe drooped on his forehead. He had probably waited all evening for this moment to speak.

“CEO Qin, happy birthday.” He first gave Qin Jue a slight bow, then immediately turned around, bending his waist even more, fawning: “VP Guan, it’s me, Little Li from Tianyu Technology. That collaboration we discussed before, you see…”

“One moment.” Guan Li made a pushing gesture with his palm facing outward. The middle-aged “Little Li” was interrupted and froze awkwardly in place.

Guan Li pulled Qin Jue a few steps away, frowning as if something was hard to mention: “Xiao Jue, Auntie and Yao Yao are here today. You really shouldn’t have brought… brought that kind of person.”

Guan Li glanced towards the direction of the annex lounge, then quickly retracted his gaze, sighing softly, and urged: “Hurry, Auntie is looking for you.”

Afterward, he turned back, putting on a smooth, charming face. The “Little Li” had long been squeezed to the back by other “Little Zhangs,” “Little Wangs,” and “Little Zhaos” who rushed over to discuss collaborations.

Qin Jue watched the well-connected Guan Li in the crowd, finding it amusing. If she remembered correctly, he was only a Vice President, wasn’t he?

“Xiao Jue, come quickly and cut the cake.”

Mrs. Qin stood up and beckoned. Qin Jue had no choice but to walk over quickly. Her mother’s appearance exuded years of pampered ease, dressed in an elaborately embroidered, heavy-duty cheongsam, showing no signs of the passage of time or childbirth. Mrs. Qin’s eyes sparkled with the pure kindness nurtured by wealth and harmony. Qin Jue knew this type of person: relying on parents in childhood, husband after marriage, and children in old age—a standard traditional lady, a true hothouse flower.

The birthday cake Mrs. Qin ordered for her daughter was gorgeous and exaggerated, layered high, drawing all eyes when it was wheeled out. Qin Jue symbolically cut a slice, distributing it to Mrs. Qin and her sister Qin Yao. The former smiled radiantly; the latter wore a sour expression and blandly offered a “Happy Birthday.”

Click—

This moment was permanently captured by the photographer hired by Mrs. Qin.

On the other side, in the quiet lounge, Tang Yun washed away the sticky sweat. Her fingers brushed past a row of evening gowns in the closet, but she ultimately chose a slightly oversized shirt and suit pants. Although this outfit made her look much like a service worker, it felt safe.

Tang Yun looked at herself in the mirror, almost falling into a daze.

So much had happened tonight. She had thought…

But that CEO Qin was so strange. Why did she…

Before coming to the Qin mansion, her pheromones were already stirring. As an Omega, she certainly knew about her heat, but Qin Jue had laughed coldly and thrown away the inhibitor she carried with her, threatening that she would never need such a thing again while around Qin Jue. So she had thought…

What was Qin Jue doing now? Was this some new game?

Tang Yun felt she was gradually figuring out Qin Jue’s logic. Although she admitted that people had the freedom of their kinks, when it happened to her, she only hoped her sugar daddy’s inner world was as simple as possible. If he had to play something special, it was best not to hurt her…

Tang Yun took a deep breath, patted her face in the mirror, rubbing away her solemn, miserable expression, trying to force out a professional smile.

She failed.

She couldn’t be happy. Although she was willing, her willingness stemmed from having no way out.

Tang Yun spent two minutes wondering if she should go out. Qin Jue had told her to shower and change clothes before going out to see people, so that meant she was still needed, right? Tang Yun slowly opened the door and stepped out. Her footsteps echoed loudly in the silent corridor.

“Miss Tang, finally coming out?”

A teasing voice sounded from behind. Tang Yun sharply turned around and saw Mo Quan rounding the corner of the hallway.

Tang Yun immediately recognized her as one of Qin Jue’s friends who had been plying her with drinks, and who had tried to take her away right in front of Qin Jue. Now that Qin Jue wasn’t here, Tang Yun instinctively stepped back.

“Hello, let me introduce myself, my name is Mo Quan.” Mo Quan nodded. If one ignored the scent of alcohol on her, she would almost be considered polite.

“What do you want?” Tang Yun asked cautiously.

“Don’t be afraid. I just saw Qin Jue return to the party alone without you, and I was worried something might have happened to you.” Mo Quan smiled and scrutinized Tang Yun up and down. Seeing Tang Yun now fully covered in a shirt and suit pants with barely any skin showing, she knowingly shook her head, “It seems Qin Jue is still too rough.”

Tang Yun didn’t dare to linger with Mo Quan. To her, the Alphas here were all unfamiliar and ill-intentioned. Tang Yun lied, saying Qin Jue needed her, and turned to leave.

Fortunately, Mo Quan showed no intention of following. She watched Tang Yun’s frantic steps, then suddenly spoke coldly: “How much money did Qin Jue give you?”

Tang Yun’s footsteps halted.

“I can give you a little more. Leave her. I’m serious,” Mo Quan said.

Tang Yun lowered her eyes. She thought of the amount on the contract and even had a ridiculous thought.

Just a week ago, she was pulling all-nighters at the 24-hour convenience store for a two-hundred-yuan night shift subsidy. Now, her night was worth so much money, and people were even willing to fight over it.

Tang Yun raised her hand and rubbed her temples. Her cold fingertips calmed her down. There was an insurmountable gap between her and these people.

She wasn’t a commodity to be bid upon. The money Qin Jue gave was enough to solve her immediate problems. If she sold herself twice for more money, the nature of things would be completely different.

Moreover, at least Qin Jue signed a contract with her, while this Mo Quan was making empty promises without any proof, making her even less trustworthy than Qin Jue.

“Thank you, but no need,” Tang Yun said.

Mo Quan watched Tang Yun leave, arms crossed, and sighed almost imperceptibly.