The Cannon Fodder Alpha Who Made the Heroine Pregnant - Chapter 6

6:

Ling He’na left in a fury after Zhou Lan’s defiance, delivering a final ultimatum before storming out:

“Starting today your accounts will be frozen. Reflect on your behavior. When you’ve come to your senses, you may come find me.”

Zhou Lan remained unfazed by the financial threat. Ending ties with the Zhou family had always been her first step towards freedom.

What truly unsettled her was Ling He’na’s callous disregard for Chu Zhao’s autonomy, treating her as little more than a breeding vessel to cement the Zhou lineage.

“Chu Zhao has her own life,” Zhou Lan had countered coldly. “As her partner, my duty is to support her, not imprison her.”

The original Zhou Lan’s memories painted Ling He’na as a tragic figure: a once-promising heiress who willingly surrendered her family’s assets to the Zhou patriarch Zhou Chaosheng, only to spend decades as a glorified housewife battling his endless infidelities.

Without her family’s backing and having failed to secure any safeguards during the merging, Ling He’na had quickly learned the cost of her naivety.

After becoming Mrs. Zhou, Ling He’na’s daily life became monotonous. Hollowed by regret, she sought to control her daughter’s marriage with the same toxic grip that had suffocated her own life.

Zhou Lan’s words had struck a nerve, hence the financial retaliation.

Good. This accelerated her exit strategy.

While bl00d ties couldn’t be severed, financial and social ones could be. Ling He’na’s outburst provided the perfect pretext for partial emancipation.

Her plan solidified:

1. Exploit Ling He’na’s fear of abandonment (the woman wouldn’t risk reporting this to Zhou Chaosheng, lest he disinherit Zhou Lan entirely).

2. Leverage her academic credentials to secure a teaching position abroad.

3. Rebuilt through freelance composing, her past-life skillset remained intact.

A quiet life, far from the Zhou family’s theatrics.

—

Knock knock.

The Zhou family’s private physician, Dr. Gao Anying, entered with clinical detachment.

Young, accomplished, and striking. Dr. Gao was a rising star in Jiangning’s medical circles. There are rumors claiming that even Zhou Chaosheng harbored inappropriate feelings, though Gao Anying(wisely) kept her distance.

She performed her duties with cool efficiency, removing Zhou Lan’s IV.

“Two days’ rest should suffice.”

“Thank you.”

Dr. Gao’s eyebrow arched. The original Zhou Lan had been notorious for her arrogance, even attempting to flirt with her during past consultations. The sudden gratitude was unexpected.

Zhou Lan seized the opening: “How is Chu Zhao?”

Dr. Gao hesitated. Medically, she knew the two had been intimate, yet no mating mark marred Chu Zhao’s scent gland.

She finds it strange. Given Zhou Lan’s reputation, why would she show restraint?

“Ms. Chu had already taken post-suppressants,” she said carefully.

Relief flooded Zhou Lan’s features, so genuine it made Dr. Gao pause.

Could the rumors be exaggerated?

Before she could reconsider, Zhou Lan pressed: “Did my mother… confront her?”

Dr. Gao’s lips thinned. Ling He’na’s vitriol had been audible through the walls.

“Ms. Chu endured an earful. If you care about her, comfort her.”

With that, she left.

—

Zhou Lan stared at Chu Zhao’s closed door.

Their rooms were adjacent, and as soon as Zhou Lan left, she saw the light in Chu Zhao’s room.

The door must have been locked to prevent her from entering.

Zhou Lan was also worried that entering would cause Chu Zhao to become emotionally unstable.

She knew that her current situation was caused by her taking the blame for the original body’s misfortune.

As if Chu Zhao would accept solace from the architect of her misery.

Yet Ling He’na’s cruelty gnawed at her. How could women easily blame other women for an alpha’s failures?

With her legs still weak, Zhou Lan shuffled to the kitchen. Cooking wasn’t her forte, but hunger demanded action.

Since there were tomatoes and eggs in the fridge, she would make a simple tomato and egg noodle dish. There wasn’t much in the fridge, and even if she had, she wouldn’t have been able to make it.

She prepared two portions, leaving one outside Chu Zhao’s room with a text:

[There’s noodles on the table, eat if you’re hungry.]

No response came.

—

Zhou Lan devoured the noodles in a few mouthfuls. Just as she stepped onto the balcony to enjoy the fresh air, she saw the entrance to the villa. Someone was stealthily peeking inside.

A shadowy figure lurked near the villa’s gate.

Is it an intruder?

She activated the security alarm, just as Chu Zhao’s door clicked open.

After pressing the security bell, she stood on the balcony and looked down secretly. As soon as she saw Chu Zhao walk out the door and walk straight towards the thief.

She was about to open her mouth to warn her when the thief rushed over and hugged Chu Zhao.

Zhou Lan blinked.

Well.

This complicates things.