Transmigrated as the Domineering Scumbag Alpha Forced into Marriage by a Delicate Subordinate (GL) - Chapter 28

The System’s low whisper nearly made Qin Jue trip over her own feet on the flat road in front of the convenience store and fall flat on her face. The skin near her pocket started to heat up. Qin Jue suspected her luck must be abysmal to have grabbed that dirty thing at random.

She secretly glanced at Tang Yun. Fortunately, Tang Yun didn’t look much different.

Right. She didn’t see clearly. The small box had been hidden in her pocket after only a quick flash in front of Tang Yun’s eyes, so there was even less chance Tang Yun saw it clearly.

Thinking this, Qin Jue gradually calmed down.

Back in the car, Qin Jue leaned against the seat back, closing her eyes to rest. Her mind, unable to relax, started calculating again. She had conspicuously dampened Guan Li’s arrogance, and the conflicts were bound to escalate. Guan Li held the company’s most important project, so Qin Jue had to start a new operation. The best opportunity right now was the collaboration with Louis…

Screech—

Someone cut in front. The driver slammed on the brakes. Accompanied by the piercing blare of a horn, Qin Jue’s body lurched forward with the inertia.

“Stay steady. No rush,” Qin Jue told the driver.

The light in the car was bright. Qin Jue thought she glimpsed something wrong in her peripheral vision. She turned her head and saw that Tang Yun’s face was too pale. Her hands were clenched into fists, rigidly gripping the seat cushion, and a layer of fine, cold sweat had beaded on her temples.

“What’s wrong?” Qin Jue asked.

After nearly two seconds, Tang Yun slowly turned her head and gave Qin Jue a wan smile.

“Nothing, just a little nervous,” Tang Yun said.

Qin Jue frowned. Was it necessary to be this nervous?

Qin Jue subconsciously located the pink dirty thing in her pocket. She began to doubt her memory. It seemed that as she precisely selected this dirty thing from the array of gaudy items and checked out, there was a faint, small gasp nearby.

No way. Is Tang Yun’s eyesight that good?

So, she not only saw clearly but was also scared like this.

Qin Jue felt like she was truly a terrible person.

“Ahem, well… I didn’t say it had to be tonight…” Qin Jue tried to comfort her.

Tang Yun: “Huh?”

“What I mean is, don’t feel pressured. We… we can take it easy. No rush,” Qin Jue stammered, avoiding her gaze and speaking incoherently.

Tang Yun remained silent, her face not improving at all.

From an angle Qin Jue couldn’t see, Tang Yun slowly reached out and fumbled for the rear seat belt. The cool touch of the buckle allowed her heart to drop back into her stomach. Qin Jue’s driver always drove very smoothly, which had allowed her to maintain a facade of normalcy until just now.

Just now, Tang Yun was distracted, her mind consumed by what might happen tonight. So, the moment the car braked suddenly, the horn and the screeching tires were like a needle piercing her brain. Terrifying memories flooded in through her nose and mouth, making her throat constrict and ache.

“I’m fine, CEO Qin. I was just a little… uncomfortable, but I’m okay now,” Tang Yun said in a hoarse voice.

Qin Jue’s beautiful eyebrows were furrowed. She was clearly not satisfied with that answer. Tang Yun knew she looked like a monster now. Would Qin Jue abandon her?

“Don’t be afraid,” Qin Jue awkwardly patted Tang Yun’s back.

Tang Yun’s eyes felt sore. CEO Qin was truly too kind to her.

“I don’t like to force things,” Qin Jue said.

Tang Yun: “…”

The filter of moving tenderness shattered inch by inch. Tang Yun’s rebooting brain finally seemed to understand what CEO Qin was saying. She opened her mouth, unsure what to say.

Finally, Tang Yun hesitated: “…Thank you, CEO Qin.”

A storm dissipated due to a mutual misunderstanding. The driver put them back on track. For the rest of the journey, Tang Yun stared intently at the road ahead, her hands gripping the seatbelt wet with sweat. Her mind was constantly planning how to naturally persuade CEO Qin to also wear her seatbelt in the back.

Was following traffic laws that difficult?

“CEO Qin, I have a suggestion,” Tang Yun chose to be direct.

“Hmm?” Qin Jue was patient.

“Let’s fasten our seatbelts,” Tang Yun said.

“No need, is there? No one enforces it in the back seat,” Qin Jue didn’t understand.

“We should,” Tang Yun insisted.

“Alright,” Qin Jue conceded.

Tang Yun blinked, not expecting it to be so easy.

Click, clack. The seatbelt buckles tightened. Tang Yun stared straight ahead, her heartbeat gradually returning to normal.

“CEO Qin,” Tang Yun asked Qin Jue in a hoarse voice, “Can you promise me that no matter when or where we sit—front seat or back seat—you will always wear your seatbelt?”

The request was very strange, but it was completely correct. Qin Jue didn’t understand why Tang Yun suddenly cared so much, but she was willing to agree.

“Have you been reading traffic rules recently? Planning to get your driver’s license, hmm?” Qin Jue asked.

Tang Yun: “…Yes.”

Qin Jue unconsciously curved her lips. She hadn’t expected the girl to take her casual suggestion to heart.

“I can take you for practice when I’m free. You can use the car at home to practice,” Qin Jue said cheerfully.

“We’ll see… Thank you, CEO Qin,” Tang Yun said.

She could never drive in her life, but some things she couldn’t tell Qin Jue, so she could only play along.

As they spoke, the car drove into the apartment’s underground garage. Tang Yun and Qin Jue got out and took the elevator straight to the top floor.

Tang Yun had sweated a lot. Her underclothes were soaked and clinging to her skin; it was sticky and uncomfortable. Fortunately, it was cold, and she was wearing a lot of clothes, so it wasn’t noticeable from the outside. Once inside the apartment, Tang Yun rushed directly into the bathroom to shower.

She suspected she might have some kind of psychological disorder. She didn’t understand it and knew that normal people’s so-called psychological shadows shouldn’t be as severe as hers. In that specific scenario tonight, all she saw was a flash of white light. Her throat felt as if it were being squeezed tightly; she couldn’t speak or shout. She could only suffocate and tremble all over.

In the past, she had no money and couldn’t afford to be sick, so she never saw a therapist. But what about the future? Could others accept her like this? Most importantly, could CEO Qin accept it?

Tang Yun was contemplating her life under the rinse of hot water. On the coffee table in the living room, her phone screen suddenly lit up and began to vibrate against the table.

Although the intention of setting it to vibrate was to prevent noise from disturbing others, the movement of the phone vibrating and moving across the hard tabletop was not small. It easily drew Qin Jue’s attention.

Qin Jue leaned her head over. The screen showed the caller as “Aunt Wang.” She was likely a relative of Tang Yun’s. Since it involved privacy, Qin Jue could only pretend not to see or hear.

After a full minute, the annoying vibration finally ended. The phone screen went dark again. Qin Jue sighed in relief and rubbed her brow.

However, before even half a minute had passed, “Aunt Wang” called again, persistently and resolutely. Qin Jue had no choice. She took Tang Yun’s phone to the bathroom door and knocked.

“Are you finished washing? Come out quickly. Your family is calling you,” Qin Jue said.

“Family? Who is it?”

Tang Yun’s voice was muffled by the running water. Qin Jue had to press her ear against the door to barely hear what Tang Yun said.

“Your Aunt Wang,” Qin Jue said.

Clatter—

The sound of rushing water was suddenly silenced. Before Qin Jue could be surprised, Tang Yun twisted the bathroom door open and poked out a soaking wet head, staring at Qin Jue to confirm: “Who? Aunt Wang?”

“Yes. She’s called twice. She probably needs to talk to you about something,” Qin Jue said.

Tang Yun snatched the phone, not caring if the wide-open door had revealed any of her body, then turned to close the door and hid in the bathroom. After half a second of hesitation, she fiercely stabbed the answer button.

“Hello, Aunt Wang, what’s wrong? Has Xinxin had an accident?” Tang Yun asked in a lowered voice.

On the other end of the line, Aunt Wang’s voice was hurried and sharp: “Where are you? Hurry to the hospital! Xinxin suddenly collapsed.”

Tang Yun felt a wave of dizziness.

She held onto the wall to steady herself, took a deep breath, and said to Aunt Wang: “Okay, I’ll be right there. Please keep an eye on Xinxin for me. I beg you.”

Aunt Wang: “Don’t say that. I’ll certainly keep an eye on her. Hurry!”

Hanging up the phone, Tang Yun put on her clothes at top speed and rushed out, grabbing Qin Jue’s sleeve in confusion and pleading in a lowered tone: “CEO Qin, could you take me to the hospital?”

“I have a younger sister who has been hospitalized. Her condition is poor right now, and I need to rush over. I’m sorry, CEO Qin, I never told you about my sister before. Please help me,” Tang Yun was distraught.

“Okay, give me the address.”

Qin Jue didn’t delay at all.

While Qin Jue put on her coat, Tang Yun had already opened the door and run out, wearing only a thin underlayer, her back thoroughly soaked by her wet hair.

Qin Jue clicked her tongue. She grabbed a thick wool hat from the coat rack by the door and chased after Tang Yun with her toggled wool coat.

The driver had already gone home. At this time, it was fastest for Qin Jue to drive herself. The key she randomly grabbed on her way out was for a sports car. Qin Jue rarely drove it because it was too flashy, but she couldn’t worry about changing it now.

Qin Jue tossed the coat and hat onto the passenger seat next to Tang Yun, stomped on the accelerator, and the sports car shot out of the garage, its engine roar slicing through the quiet night sky.

“Put your clothes on and wear the hat. Your hair is still wet,” Qin Jue said.

The sound of rustling clothing came from beside her. Tang Yun didn’t say a word but was obedient. Qin Jue glanced over and saw that Tang Yun’s face was impossibly pale.

“It’s the hospital where I was hospitalized, right?” Qin Jue asked.

“Yes,” Tang Yun said.

“That’s good. It’s not far,” Qin Jue gave it a little more gas. The car’s navigation system warned her she was speeding. Tang Yun gripped the hand rest, not saying a word, forgetting all about her traffic rules.

“Hurry up and get your license later. I don’t have enough points. I’ll take yours to deduct,” Qin Jue said deliberately.

Tang Yun mechanically curved her lips. She could tell Qin Jue was deliberately trying to lighten the mood, but she found it difficult to give an appropriate response right now.

It was also hard for Qin Jue to divert her attention to think of nicer words.

She pressed her lips tightly together until they were a straight line. Fortunately, it was late enough that there weren’t many cars on the road, and she could fly straight through.

This was a road rushing towards life or death. She pressed the accelerator to the floor. The reality before her and the unforgettable past abruptly overlapped, as if by this method she could rush over before the predetermined outcome arrived, breaking through time to rewrite the result.

“Don’t worry. She’ll be fine,” Qin Jue said to Tang Yun.

And to herself.