The Five Heartless Scumbag Alphas Turned Against Each Other Because Of Me - Chapter 9
“It’s fine.” Tan Hua smiled faintly at Mu Wanyi. “It’s just a lousy job, right? I’ll ditch it.”
After all, no hardship should befall herself.
She had only been here for less than twelve hours and had already been running nonstop, entertaining so many people. Where was she supposed to find the energy to wake up early and play the model employee? Honestly, if Sheng Yiheng just fired her, it’d be perfect.
Besides, the money she got from those two gullible suckers, Lu Huaixu and Wen Chuan, was more than enough to cover her expenses.
The system immediately picked up on the host’s slacking attitude and was about to deliver a motivational speech—only to be interrupted by Mu Wanyi, who beat it to the punch.
“Don’t you want to repay your dad’s bar tab? Clear your mom’s gambling debts? If you don’t pay up, one of these days you might just get ambushed on the street, thrown into a sack, and sold to some eighty-year-old pervert as a toy.”
Tan Hua: “……”
She… makes a good point. I have nothing to say in return.
“Then off you go. Don’t mess with my rest,” Tan Hua said, flatly shooing her away. Mu Wanyi was stunned for several seconds before realizing how ruthlessly she was being dismissed. Her lips twitched with fury as she grabbed her bag and stormed off.
“Fine. Fine. I’m leaving. I’m leaving right now.”
She glared coldly at Tan Hua, who looked completely unfazed. Just keep being stubborn like that.
Mu Wanyi honestly didn’t believe Tan Hua could magically get rich in just a few days. She was practically gleeful at the thought: Tan Hua was just putting on a show now, but when she couldn’t keep up with the extravagant spending and had no choice but to call her for help, that would be the moment worth watching.
She was waiting to see Tan Hua make a fool of herself.
Though Mu Wanyi had left swiftly, after taking just a few steps, she doubled back. With an air of disdain, she tossed a plastic bag—containing syringes and suppressants—onto Tan Hua.
“Here. A little gift.”
Tan Hua lowered her eyes, clearly not humiliated in the slightest. On the contrary, she was genuinely touched.
“Thanks, boss. You’re so generous. Wanyi, you really are the one who loves me the most.”
Mu Wanyi’s temple throbbed. She’s getting more shameless by the second.
Having been thoroughly stonewalled by Tan Hua, Mu Wanyi lost all interest in lingering. It didn’t matter how Tan Hua resisted—in the end, she wouldn’t be able to escape the plans Mu Wanyi had laid out for her.
In that regard, Mu Wanyi was very confident.
Since it was already late, Tan Hua went straight to one of the nearby Alphas and asked for a guest room at the bar. After settling the bill, she lay sprawled on the bed, staring at her bank balance—over 4 million yuan, all squeezed out of those gullible rich fools.
Zheng Jinyu, in particular, had contributed the most.
Tan Hua immediately turned into a saint.
“I really should treat Zheng Jinyu more gently and patiently.”
The system quietly nodded to itself as it listened to her muttering. Yes, exactly. With your unruly attitude, if you don’t shape up a little, this mission might crash and burn any day now.
“If she runs off, my living expenses are going to be cut in half,” Tan Hua thought gloomily. “How am I supposed to survive then?”
The system: “……”
I let my guard down. I really shouldn’t expect her to show a shred of humanity.
Tan Hua had been in this ABO world for less than eight hours and had already dealt with Lu Huaixu, Wen Chuan, Zheng Jinyu, and Mu Wanyi—four of the major characters. By now, she was completely drained.
She grabbed a change of clothes, did a quick wash-up, and preemptively applied a suppressant patch to the back of her neck—just in case something unexpected happened.
“System, turn off the lights,” she murmured, hugging her pillow and closing her eyes.
“Set an alarm for six tomorrow morning… actually, no—six is too early. Make it eight… no, wait, forget it. Don’t set one at all.”
She changed her mind multiple times. She really didn’t have the motivation to wake up early.
The system’s metaphorical eyelid twitched. It couldn’t help but gently remind her,
“Host, Sheng Yiheng is paying you a monthly salary of 100,000 yuan.”
“100,000?” Tan Hua didn’t even lift her head.
“That’s still not as generous as Lu Huaixu, is it? One whip from him and I get 100,000. If you hadn’t pre-booked Wen Chuan for me, I would’ve gladly let Lu Huaixu whip me into bankruptcy today.”
System: …Could you at least try to act like a human being?
The system was unwilling to give up and argued,
“But, Host, all you have to do at Sheng Yiheng’s company is play on your phone, brew some tea, and do basically nothing else—and you still get a hundred thousand a month!”
“But I have to wake up at seven in the morning. And then sit in the office doing absolutely nothing for eight hours,” Tan Hua countered. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she shot upright.
“Wait—does Sheng Yiheng’s company have weekends off? And if I travel for work, do I get extra travel allowance?”
“Business trips are exhausting! If this 100k salary includes travel, then I’m being totally ripped off,” she declared with righteous indignation.
“Besides, I’m already playing the role of a stand-in—I have to pretend to be the kind of woman she likes every single day!”
The more she spoke, the more cheated she felt.
“Forget the alarm. If she wants to fire me, let her.”
Money was hard to earn, and Alpha money was hard to swallow.
The system was speechless. It could only watch as Tan Hua lay back down, eyes closed, completely motionless. After a moment, its voice trembled weakly,
“…Host, just go to sleep. The main system’s calling me in for an upgrade.”
Tan Hua’s eyelids twitched slightly, but she didn’t open her eyes.
The next morning, Tan Hua opened her eyes, feeling refreshed and energized.
She grabbed her phone and glanced at the time: 9:00 a.m.
She was already half an hour late.
“System,” she called out, slipping into her slippers—but there was no reply.
She stared at the empty air, frowning. Still not back from that upgrade?
A deep sense of foreboding rose in her chest. Based on her recent experience with the main system, she was sure it was cooking up something nasty. With the way they’d been locked in a mental chess match, there was no way the main system didn’t have a trap already set.
After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she dabbed on some light makeup from her bag—just enough to look delicate and pitiful—then slung a small purse over her shoulder and headed downstairs.
“Keep my room reserved,” she said as she passed the front desk.
The receptionist smiled brightly. “Would you like breakfast?”
“No need.” Tan Hua waved her hand and declined. She grabbed a couple bites from a street stall, then hailed a cab straight to Shengyuan Group.
The company’s towering skyscraper stood proudly in the heart of the city’s bustling commercial district. The moment Tan Hua stepped inside, she was hit by the overwhelming aura of money.
She frowned.
If Sheng Yiheng is this rich, why is she being so stingy about hiring a stand-in?
“Host! I’m back from the upgrade!” the system suddenly chirped in her mind, sounding excited.
“From now on, I can offer you even more efficient and personalized services!”
“Thanks,” Tan Hua replied flatly.
“But duck off.”
Undeterred by her sarcasm, the system continued,
“After the upgrade, my processor is smarter and more organized. To better assist you in completing your mission, I’ll now be issuing real-time mini-tasks based on ongoing analysis—”
“Do I get rewards for completing them?” Tan Hua cut in.
“No,” the system blinked. “But if you fail, there will be punishments.”
Tan Hua stared blankly.
“Are you sure this was an upgrade?”
The system paused for a moment, completely ignoring Tan Hua’s question. Instead, it launched into its own dramatic mission update:
[Host, you were meant to be the dazzling protagonist of your own life. Yet now, you’re suffering under the weight of someone else’s “main character halo.” Your friends avoid you, the one you love despises you, and the heroine is hell-bent on destroying you.]
[You’ve been given a second chance at life. You want everything that was once yours back. So, please, dear host—work hard and become Sheng Yiheng’s irreplaceable right-hand woman!]
Tan Hua: “??”
Have you been reading too many trashy web novels?
“I’m not doing that—” Tan Hua had just started to refuse when a jolt of familiar electricity shot through her entire body. She shuddered involuntarily, drawing a few curious glances from people around her. But she had no time to explain—her brows furrowed deeply.
“Why didn’t you get zapped?”
The system responded innocently,
“I upgraded.”
“So now you’re immune to electrocution?” Tan Hua glared.
“Exactly.” The system grinned. “There was a bug in the main system’s configuration. After the upgrade, it’s been patched.”
Cutting off Tan Hua’s barrage of complaints, the system cheerily encouraged,
“Host, time to work! If you fail your mission again, you’ll get shocked~”
Tch.
Cut the cutesy act.
With a blank expression and her purse slung over one shoulder, Tan Hua stepped into the elevator, her mood in absolute shambles thanks to the “real-time mission.” What did it feel like to be stuck with a controlling, sadistic main system?
It felt like even stray dogs on the street would detour just to slap her twice before moving on.
With her aura radiating gloom, the system dared not provoke her and hovered silently beside her. But once they entered the elevator, the system scanned the person beside them and whispered urgently,
“Host—Sheng Yiheng.”
Tan Hua, in no mood, snapped back,
“Sheng Yiheng? Wow, should I fall to my knees and bang my head on the floor in greeting, or what?”
The air suddenly grew still.
A cold, sharp gaze locked directly onto her.
The woman wore a crisp white blouse and tailored slacks. Her long black hair was pulled back in a clean, no-nonsense bun. Her features were striking, her presence commanding, with a coldness in her eyes that made people instinctively look away. With such a strikingly dangerous beauty, she stared like a venomous, elegant snake.
Tan Hua was caught in that quiet, deadly gaze—but what truly gripped her was the woman’s aura. Ruthless. Calculating. Cold.
This woman… she’s clearly lethal. A born schemer.
“Host, that’s Sheng Yiheng,” the system whispered again by her ear.
“I figured,” Tan Hua muttered, frowning.
“Don’t you think your little warning is about thirty seconds too late?”
System: “…What I meant was, if you start knee-sliding to beg now, you might still make it in time.”