Transmigrated as the Domineering Scumbag Alpha Forced into Marriage by a Delicate Subordinate (GL) - Chapter 5

Tang Yun, of course, saw Qin Yao. She quickly brushed past Qin Yao, keeping her head down and remaining silent, but even without looking up, Qin Yao’s gaze was enough to make her cheeks burn.

Qin Yao had no intention of making things difficult for Tang Yun. She walked straight into Qin Jue’s room, but contrary to her expectations, the room was neither promiscuous nor messy, and there was no suspicious scent of pheromones in the air.

Qin Jue’s makeup was light and sharp, and she was even wearing a relatively conservative silk shirt over her slip dress—a sight rarely seen in the past eight hundred years—making her so well-behaved that Qin Yao almost forgot what she was going to say.

“You… didn’t I tell you yesterday, don’t mess around at home?” Qin Yao said.

“What did I mess around with?” Qin Jue raised an eyebrow.

“Your… secretary…” Qin Yao still couldn’t bring herself to be direct. “Guan Li is coming today. Be a little restrained.”

“Are you afraid I’ll embarrass you in front of your boyfriend?” Qin Jue asked.

“Yes! I’m afraid you’ll embarrass yourself!” Qin Yao suddenly seemed angry and turned to leave.

Qin Jue followed unhurriedly down the stairs. Aunt Song had prepared breakfast and was setting the table. Qin Jue slowly and quietly said behind Qin Yao: “She was working overtime for me yesterday. I told you, she’s my secretary.”

Qin Yao: “Who believes you work overtime?”

Qin Yao sat down at the dining table in a huff. Mrs. Qin glanced at the early morning state of the two of them, sighed slightly, but didn’t ask any further questions.

It seemed the conflict between the original owner and her sister was not a new development, and Mrs. Qin was powerless to intervene.

Qin Jue sat down opposite Qin Yao, then was attracted by the Qin family’s breakfast.

Today was Qin Jue’s birthday, and Aunt Song had personally made her longevity noodles. Since Qin Jue took over the family business, she had always been very casual with her diet, mainly prioritizing speed and not leaving any lingering smells. She couldn’t even imagine the days when Aunt Song would wake up early to make handmade noodles.

“Where is Secretary Tang? Ask her to come and eat. You must eat breakfast before going to work, or your body won’t be able to handle it,” Mrs. Qin said.

Tang Yun looked at Qin Jue, unsure if she was allowed to eat this meal. Qin Jue picked up her chopsticks and nudged the topping on the noodles, not raising her head: “If I tell you to eat, sit down and eat.”

So Tang Yun sat down next to Qin Jue.

“You’re coming to the company with me later,” Qin Jue said.

Tang Yun: “What?”

Mrs. Qin: “Are you going to the company today too?”

Qin Jue didn’t understand why a casual remark from her drew such a reaction from both of them, especially Mrs. Qin. Was there anything surprising about her, the CEO of Changfeng Technology, going to work every day?

Sure enough, it was the novel’s setting.

“Mom, I have to go to the company. There are still many things to do,” Qin Jue patiently explained, trying to establish a correct labor value concept in this world.

“But… today is your birthday,” Mrs. Qin still seemed reluctant.

Just as she was speaking, the sound of a car was heard outside the window. Qin Jue looked up, and then Qin Yao’s boyfriend, Guan Li, walked into the living room, placed a gift bag on the coffee table, and walked straight to Qin Yao, pulling out a dining chair and sitting down. He smiled and nodded to Qin Jue.

“Happy Birthday, Xiao Jue. I specifically waited until today to tell you,” Guan Li chuckled.

“Oh, Xiao Guan is here. Have you had breakfast? Go get some for Xiao Guan,” Mrs. Qin beamed.

“No need, Auntie, I’ve eaten. I just came over to accompany Yao Yao to wish Xiao Jue a happy birthday. I have to go back to the company right away,” Guan Li said.

“Oh, you young people are so diligent. I don’t know why the company has so many things to do every day,” Mrs. Qin chided affectionately.

Guan Li was momentarily startled. He keenly picked up the keyword “you people” in Mrs. Qin’s sentence. He turned to Qin Jue and asked: “Xiao Jue, aren’t you going to rest for a day at home?”

“No, I’m the boss, after all. It wouldn’t be appropriate not to go to the company,” Qin Jue smiled lightly.

Guan Li blinked, paused for half a second, and then sighed with emotion: “Unbelievable. It seems Xiao Jue is becoming ambitious.”

Qin Jue lowered her eyes and ate her noodles, not engaging with Guan Li’s comment. Guan Li wasn’t angry, but Qin Yao’s face was the first to cloud over.

“Ambitious about what? Ambitious with a secretary in tow?” Qin Yao mumbled softly.

Guan Li lightly patted Qin Yao’s hand, subtly shaking his head to signal her to be quiet.

Qin Jue, across the table, took in all their small movements and couldn’t help but sigh internally for the original owner’s family.

Halfway through her bowl of longevity noodles, the doorbell of the old house rang again. Mo Quan burst in aggressively, put down her gift, and greeted Mrs. Qin first. Then, hands on her hips, she looked down and accused: “Qin Jue, you’re so dishonest! You just left me at the hotel to fend for myself when I was drunk!”

“Wasn’t that hotel your family’s property? How could we take you away?” Mrs. Qin laughed.

“Hmph, I don’t care. I helped you organize the banquet, but your Qin Jue hasn’t even thanked me,” Mo Quan started to act spoiled toward Mrs. Qin.

“How do you want me to thank you?” Qin Jue stopped eating and asked.

“I don’t ask for much,” Mo Quan smiled, glancing at Tang Yun, who was shrinking her neck and trying to minimize her presence, then deliberately dragged out her words: “Just give me… just give me Sasha, that horse at your stable.”

Tang Yun finally let out a sigh of relief. She had been on edge ever since Miss Mo walked in. Mo Quan had twice suggested trying to steal Qin Jue’s woman at the banquet. The first time could be taken as a joke, but the second time, she brought it up when Tang Yun was alone, making it seem serious. Tang Yun was terrified that she would bring it up again in front of so many members of the Qin family.

Now Mrs. Qin still thought she was genuinely Qin Jue’s secretary.

Fortunately, she didn’t mention it.

“Oh, Xiao Mo, we all know that little white horse. Xiao Jue raised her from a foal. She might not be willing. Why don’t you ask for something else?” Mrs. Qin quickly intervened to smooth things over.

“Don’t worry, Auntie, I won’t take it for free. I’ll race Qin Jue for two laps. If I win, she’ll give me Sasha,” Mo Quan chuckled.

It was bizarre that a childhood friend who came to wish the birthday girl well would ask the birthday girl for a gift, but Mo Quan was genuinely so self-assured. Qin Jue recalled that she was the one who was most actively egging people on during the drinking yesterday, giving her a more intuitive understanding of Mo Quan’s relationship with the original owner.

“How about it, Qin Jue, do you dare to compete?” Mo Quan challenged.

“Can I refuse?” Qin Jue asked the System internally. She instinctively felt that this kind of strongly flavored plot point must have been set by the book. Sure enough…

System: “You cannot, dear.”

System: “Host, you should have figured out that Mo Quan may not actually want the white horse Sasha. She’s deliberately putting on a show for a certain person. The Host must strike down her arrogance.”

Qin Jue: “What if I don’t know how to ride a horse?”

System: “Then there’s no choice. We’ll have to process it as a character collapse.”

Qin Jue: “…”

As luck would have it, she was a rich second-generation kid raised with an elite education. She actually knew how.

The moment Qin Jue nodded, Mo Quan was immediately delighted, eager to grab Qin Jue and leave right away.

“Let’s go, let’s go, to the stable!” Mo Quan exclaimed excitedly.

“Well, it looks like I’ll head back to the company by myself. Xiao Jue, have fun.” Guan Li stood up, displaying admirable tact, took his jacket from Aunt Song, and didn’t forget to instruct Tang Yun before leaving: “Secretary Tang, you should stay with Xiao Jue and look after her.”

“Leaving already? Won’t you stay a little longer?” Mrs. Qin asked.

“No, Auntie, I shouldn’t be too late for the company. Xiao Jue will deduct my bonus,” Guan Li joked.

Mrs. Qin: “She wouldn’t dare!”

“Sister Song, go get some cookies for Xiao Guan,” Mrs. Qin instructed.

Aunt Song immediately turned around and brought out several well-preserved boxes wrapped in checkered paper from the kitchen. She packed them in a delicate paper bag and presented them to Guan Li, saying: “These are all handmade by Madam herself. She’s been meaning for you to try them for a while. Don’t starve yourself when you’re busy with work.”

“Thank you, Auntie,” Guan Li smiled and nodded.

“Auntie, I want some too,” Mo Quan interjected suddenly, acting spoiled.

“Yes, yes, of course, there’s plenty for you too,” Mrs. Qin laughed.

Mo Quan came to celebrate Qin Jue’s birthday, not only daring to ask for Qin Jue’s beloved little white horse but also leaving with several large bags of snacks personally made by Mrs. Qin. She was fully satisfied as she drove off to the stable with Qin Jue and Tang Yun. The driver was far down the road, yet she still waved at Mrs. Qin.

Until the Qin mansion’s gate was out of sight.

The pampered, over-the-top affectation Mo Quan displayed for the elders instantly vanished. She slumped lazily back into her seat, glanced at Qin Jue, and coldly snorted: “Your cheap brother-in-law-to-be certainly puts on airs.”

Qin Jue raised an eyebrow. So there were still people in this world who could see that something was off with Guan Li. That was gratifying.

“He’s not my brother-in-law yet,” Qin Jue said unhurriedly.

“Exactly! Who does he think he is? And he calls you ‘Xiao Jue.’ Is ‘Xiao Jue’ for him to call?” Mo Quan said indignantly.

Qin Jue smiled slightly. This Mo Quan was rather interesting.

Qin Jue was actually very sensitive to the name “Xiao Jue.” Perhaps it was related to her own experiences, but indeed, aside from her parents, every relative or elder who tried to call her “Xiao Jue” was later discovered to be trying to use their status to suppress her and seize the foundation her father had left behind. When Qin Jue’s parents died in a plane crash, the family was suddenly left with only Qin Jue, who had just entered university, and her young sister. In her isolation, Qin Jue was only surrounded by various greedy and malicious gazes. But later, all of them could only address her as “CEO Qin.”

Aside from the name, Guan Li’s overreaching influence in the company, even trying to prevent Qin Jue from participating in company decisions, and his excessive familiarity and popularity in the Qin family, coupled with Mrs. Qin’s overly enthusiastic attitude toward him, all made Qin Jue feel uncomfortable.

After all, his identity as both the Vice President of Changfeng Technology and Qin Jue’s sister’s boyfriend seemed sensitive enough to Qin Jue.

“So, what are your thoughts?” Qin Jue decided to ask Mo Quan, this old friend who seemed to know quite a bit about the original owner’s family matters.

“Thoughts?” Mo Quan suddenly laughed, giving a simple, four-letter answer in English: “Dump him!”

Qin Jue: “…”

Sure enough, she shouldn’t have asked that question.