I Woke Up and Became an Alpha (GL) - Chapter 6
“Uh…” Song Yuran paused for a moment. Thinking that she would soon resign, she didn’t bother to explain the misunderstanding about her name. She quickly asked, “Do you work here too?”
“Mm.” Rachel nodded, her gaze subtly falling on the paper clutched in Song Yuran’s hand. “Looks like you do too.”
“Not for long,” she said, stepping into the elevator and pressing the button for the 8th floor. She noticed the 12th floor was lit up, suggesting Rachel worked there.
The higher the floor, the higher the position. Song Yuran secretly speculated about Rachel’s job title.
At the same time, she used the elevator’s reflective surface to observe the person beside her.
Only the two of them were in the car, and the silence was broken only by the elevator’s operation and the distinct scent of Rachel’s perfume in the small space.
It was a very subtle fragrance, not giving off a cheap, pungent feel. From the other person’s attire, she was clearly someone who paid great attention to her image.
Involuntarily, she recalled how Rachel had awkwardly collapsed in the restroom stall that night, and then connected it to the susceptible period Alphas experienced, which made her anxious. She habitually reached into her pocket for her vanilla mints and popped one into her mouth.
Because of this action, Rachel cast a glance at her. Song Yuran paused, then asked, “Do you want one? Vanilla mint.”
She thought Rachel would refuse, as she seemed unapproachable, but upon hearing “vanilla mint,” the other person slightly raised an eyebrow, seemingly interested. She quickly extended her hand, palm up.
“Thank you.” Rachel curved her lips into a slight smile. The unapproachable coldness on her face vanished in an instant, and her amber eyes also gained a hint of warmth. When she smiled, the upward tilt of her eye corners actually gave off a “sparkling” sensation.
Song Yuran felt as if she had truly been “electrocuted.” The mints in the metal box made a faint clinking sound as her fingertips trembled.
She had thought that, as a designer, she had seen many models and no one could be more beautiful than them, but the person in front of her not only perfectly blended elegant temperament with a powerful aura but was also a great beauty!
Red lips, curly hair, and a graceful goddess aura had always been Song Yuran’s ideal. For the first time, she felt like a complete “looks-over-everything” type, and her ears unconsciously felt a little warm.
The atmosphere in the elevator car warmed slightly because of the mints. Rachel took the opportunity to ask, “You just said ‘not for long,’ what did you mean?”
“Oh.” Song Yuran composed herself, put the mints back in her pocket, and said, “I’m planning to resign.”
She held up her resignation letter to show that she wasn’t just joking.
Rachel asked why, but Song Yuran hadn’t prepared an external reason for her resignation. Just then, the elevator reached the eighth floor and the doors opened.
She quickly stepped out of the car, naturally avoiding the question, and waved to Rachel: “I’m off now, see you if there’s a chance.”
As she spoke, she turned her head and saw a colleague from the HR department standing at the door, holding a folder, with a somewhat flustered expression on their face.
When facing Rachel’s question of whether to enter the elevator, the colleague shook their head like a rattle drum. “You go first, I’m heading down.”
Song Yuran overheard this, and the use of the honorific “You” was quite telling. With Rachel’s aura, she was indeed at an executive level.
This was not the time for speculation. She quickly struck up a conversation with the colleague, asking about the resignation process.
“Here to resign, are we?” The colleague glanced at her, then turned and walked towards the office. “Follow me.”
Inside the office, the colleague professionally took her resignation letter and asked for the reason for resignation.
Song Yuran straightened her back slightly and simply said, “I want to work for a different company.”
“Is our company’s compensation not good?” The colleague asked with a puzzled expression.
Her interview yesterday ended miserably due to her differentiation, so Song Yuran had no idea what the salaries were like in this world. However, compared to the clearly listed salaries of some companies on recruitment software, theirs was indeed much better.
At least one afternoon tea break per week, gifts for holidays, red envelopes for employee birthdays, and extra subsidies for overtime.
This was much better than the sweatshop she used to work herself to death in!
Song Yuran, against her conscience, said, “It’s pretty good… I just don’t feel much happiness.”
The colleague looked at her suspiciously, clearly puzzled, but ultimately said nothing. They put the resignation letter into a folder and said, “Application received. I’ll need to send this for leadership approval. You can check the result on the internal system later tonight.”
“Alright!” Song Yuran was overjoyed. Just as she was about to skip out with light steps, she heard the colleague tentatively ask, “Do you know President Huo?”
“Ah?” Song Yuran was taken aback and instinctively asked, “Which President Huo?”
“Do we have any other President Huo?” The colleague chuckled, pointing a finger upwards. “That President Huo.”
Although she didn’t understand why the other person was asking this bizarre question, she answered truthfully. She shook her head: “No, I don’t.”
“Oh.” The colleague nodded, muttering, “I saw you greet her just now; I thought you knew each other.”
“Then I’ll just…” The last two words “go first” got stuck in her throat. Song Yuran’s eyes unconsciously widened, and she looked utterly astonished. “Wait… just now… the person in the elevator… was… President Huo? Huo, Huo Qingzhi?”
As she said this, she could feel her voice trembling uncontrollably, and all the hairs on her body stood on end.
Upon receiving confirmation, Song Yuran’s surprised expression turned into shock, and then terror.
There was no mention of the cannon fodder female Alpha saving the protagonist from a susceptible in the restroom in the original novel!!!!
She suddenly felt like a drunken butterfly, unable to escape the world of iron bars.
Under her colleague’s gaze, Song Yuran, like a lost soul, left the HR department with a vacant stare.
Her mind was filled with “What do I do?” “What do I do?” She had thought that if she just resigned, she could escape the protagonist, but now she had unknowingly met Huo Qingzhi beforehand!!! The plot seemed to have gone off track. Wouldn’t things get even more tragic from here? Is it still too late to escape???
Back in the office, Song Yuran, now knowing that Rachel was Huo Qingzhi, no longer had the spirited demeanor she had before leaving. Her dejected appearance worried Zhao Anye, but no matter how much Zhao Anye asked, Song Yuran remained silent.
“I was going to suggest we go sing karaoke after work, but looking at you, I guess you’re not in the mood.” Zhao Anye said with a serious expression, “Go home and get some good rest after work.”
“Go!” Song Yuran only heard the first part of the sentence. She quickly looked up, pulling herself out of her own world.
“I want to go! Now! Immediately! Right now!”
If asked how to de-stress from work pressure, Song Yuran would drag her friends to karaoke for a fun time, drink a little wine, and forget all her worries.
Drunk Song Yuran felt like the entire Huason company was hers. Gulping down half a bottle of beer, she waved her hand grandly and declared, “Mic here! Turn off the original singer!”
Zhao Anye glanced at the song selection screen. Coincidentally, the song was a ballad Song Yuran had chosen. She casually turned off the original vocals, then turned her head to see Song Yuran had already picked up the microphone from the table, ready to sing.
“Oh~~~ How can I ever escape, this colorful world~~~ Turns out I am a ~ drunken butterfly, oh~~~ Your casual vow, so light and understated, yet it will become a knot I can never untie for this entire life~~~ Oh~~~!!”
“…” Zhao Anye looked at the lyrics on the screen. Not a single word of the song she was hearing matched the lyrics. With the infectious singing and brainwashing lyrics, Zhao Anye actually felt the lingering echoes of the song.
After Song Yuran finished singing, she put the microphone back on the table and slumped onto the sofa, looking even more down. Just as Zhao Anye was about to speak, Song Yuran covered her face with her hands and began to sob.
“…” She must be truly drunk.
Zhao Anye was helpless. She paused the background music, walked over, and sat beside her. “What’s wrong with you? Tell me what happened, you’ll feel better.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Yuran removed her hands from her face, took a deep breath, and inhaled her tears. She muttered, “Song Yuran, you must be strong. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
Song Yuran began to self-indoctrinate with toxic positivity: “Woman, be strong.”
Zhao Anye had been worried that something very serious had happened, but now seeing Song Yuran comforting herself, she couldn’t help but twitch her lips. Some people get drunk and go crazy, some get drunk and sleep, but she had never seen anyone get drunk and self-brainwash.
…Never mind.
The singing in the private room continued.
In the end, Song Yuran didn’t know how she got home. She woke up to daylight. Before her alarm clock rang, Song Yuran crawled out of bed, found her phone, and opened the company’s internal system.
Under the “Personnel Changes” section, her resignation application had progressed from “Pending” to—To Be Determined.
To be determined???? What does that mean???? Is there even such a thing????