Scumbag A's Plan to Save the Heroine - Chapter 31

The short, stocky woman, who had been frantically darting around and flailing wildly just moments before, was now pinned to the ground with one hand by the burly, broad-shouldered man.

The Omega with asymmetrical dimples struggled symbolically for a few moments before collapsing into stillness on the floor, resembling a drowning dog gasping for breath.

She had been captured far from her hiding place, prompting Dimple Sister to silently exhale in relief. Just as she was inwardly congratulating herself, the woman who had been sitting quietly in her wheelchair, her expression languid and seemingly uninterested in everything, suddenly pushed the chair’s handles and rolled into the shadows.

The wheelchair’s wheels crushed a plastic bottle half-filled with pepper spray, emitting a piercing crunch. The crimson liquid sprayed across the hallway wall, leaving fiery streaks that marred the once-pristine white surface beyond recognition.

Sometimes, a perfectly normal person can be left scarred by such senseless malice.

“No!”

Dimple Sister’s eyes widened. She strained against her restraints, her body arching like a leaping fish as she lunged toward the wheelchair, desperate to reclaim what had been stolen. But her arm only stretched half a meter before an overwhelming force slammed her back down, though her hand continued to struggle forward.

The woman’s piercing screams grated on Zhi Qiu’s nerves, and she irritably covered her ears.

In a corner of the hallway, Zhi Qiu noticed a small hole. She reached inside, but her hand came out covered only in dust.

That kick must have been harder than it looked.

Dust swirled in the air. Zhi Qiu pinched her nose in disgust, picked up the wooden stick that had fallen to the ground, and thrust it straight into the hole.

Crack.

The stick struck something hard, producing a sharp, distinct sound.

Dimple Sister, pinned down and unable to move, now wore a look of utter despair.

The situation had spiraled completely out of control. With a desperate glint in her eyes, she steeled herself and blurted out a plea for mercy, betraying the mastermind behind the incident.

“Please, have mercy! Don’t send me to the Federation Court! It was all the Song Rang Fan Club president’s doing! She ordered me to do this!”

As if her initial plea wasn’t enough, she immediately pointed at the fans being dragged into the car by the bodyguards, trying to shift the blame.

“I didn’t organize this ambush! It was the president of the Song Rang Fan Club. Three people just left, and she’s definitely one of them. You can’t punish everyone—you should go after the mastermind! I’m just an ordinary fan; you can’t make me take the fall!”

The Omega, still prostrate on the ground, grew increasingly agitated and pitiful as she spoke, her voice trembling with grievance, on the verge of tears. Shang Wu found himself in an awkward position, unsure whether to use force or not, and glanced helplessly at the girl in the wheelchair.

Zhi Qiu held her heavy DSLR in one hand, her other hand scrolling through the memory card filled with photos and videos, her expression thoughtful.

The object Dimple Sister had kicked into the corner was a camcorder, its memory card nearly full.

Zhi Qiu brushed off the dust and examined it closely.

The camera model was outdated, clearly purchased at least three years ago. Yet beneath its grimy exterior, traces of meticulous care by its owner were still evident.

Since none of this had happened in her previous life, Zhi Qiu couldn’t definitively say Dimple Sister was lying. But…

The photos and data on the memory card didn’t lie.

Under the scrutiny of the data, the meticulously crafted lies unraveled like a spiderweb riddled with holes, each flaw glaringly exposed.

Dimple Sister, realizing the incriminating content on the camera, had a sudden inspiration. She hastily explained, “This isn’t my camera. It belongs to… yes, the president of the Song Rang Fan Club. It’s full of photos she took of Song Rang.”

Her attempt to conceal the truth only made it more obvious.

Zhi Qiu had encountered all sorts of people across two lifetimes, but she had never met such a fanatical celebrity stalker.

The camera’s entire 1TB memory card was completely full, almost entirely with photos of Song Rang’s life, from childhood to the present day, covering every stage of his life. There were even a few… surreptitiously taken photos of him using the toilet.

The girl in the wheelchair lowered her gaze to the woman cowering on the ground, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “The fan club president must have been a private investigator in her past life,” she remarked, her tone teasing. “Even Song Rang’s most obsessive fans can’t hold a candle to her. But her taste is… rather unique. How did she even manage to break into someone’s home? If these photos were leaked, given Song Rang’s fame, what do you think would happen to the fan club president?”

Dimple Sister wiped a nonexistent bead of sweat from her forehead, nodded awkwardly, and forced herself to agree, “Right, the fan club president is truly despicable! How could she stalk a celebrity like this?!”

After a moment’s hesitation, she carefully observed the beautiful Alpha in the wheelchair’s expression, then ventured, “But wouldn’t exposing these photos hurt Let Let? He’s innocent, and using violence to counter violence doesn’t really solve the problem, does it?”

The last sentence was delivered with such a lack of conviction that her voice barely registered above a whisper.

Her face, already pressed against the floor, burned with shame and frustration. She wished she could burrow ten thousand miles into the earth, inwardly cursing herself for impulsively bringing such crucial evidence with her.

After scrolling through the album in full-screen mode for what felt like an eternity, Zhi Qiu’s patience wore thin. The images were all high-definition close-ups of a celebrity posing flamboyantly. She was about to wave Shang Wu over to remove this pretentious, lying Omega when a password-protected folder caught her eye.

The girl in the wheelchair suddenly lowered her camera and waved Shang Wu over to release Dimple Sister.

The weight pressing down on Dimple Sister suddenly lifted. Overwhelmed with surprise and joy, she believed her persuasion had worked. She braced her hands against the dusty marble countertop and stumbled to her feet.

To fulfill the task assigned by her idol, she had been organizing this event since last week, working tirelessly to the point of forgetting to eat. Her bl00d sugar had plummeted. Though she had only been lying down for a few minutes, her legs began to tremble and buckle as she tried to stand.

Wobbling precariously, the petite Omega was about to fall face-first when a pair of slender yet strong hands steadied her shoulders, helping her regain her balance. Dimple Sister looked up.

The strikingly beautiful woman in the wheelchair smiled warmly, a smile so radiant and gentle that even the vibrant spring blossoms seemed to pale in comparison.

“What’s your name?”

Dimple Sister stared at those crimson lips, momentarily stunned, as if reliving the initial flutter of her heart when she first became a fan.

It wasn’t until the woman spoke again, her voice as soft as a spring breeze, that Dimple Sister snapped out of her daze. She instinctively replied, “I… I’m Feng Moyi.”

“Date of birth?”

The girl’s voice carried a hint of amusement, as natural as friendly banter, posing no sense of threat.

Adam, at Eve’s urging, had plucked the tempting apple.

Similarly, a seductive voice was coaxing the unsuspecting to reveal secrets, little by little.

“I was born on… the seventeenth day of the winter month.”