The Cannon Fodder Alpha Who Made the Heroine Pregnant - Chapter 8

8:

Zhou Lan paused with her hands on the keyboard, frowning slightly.

She hated it when someone disturbed her while she was writing songs. Each broken creative flow represented not just lost income, her songs routinely fetched millions, but the irreversible dissipation of artistic inspiration. In her past life, no one would dare disturb her during these sacred creative moments.

The abrupt intrusion felt like being dragged away mid-childbirth, an unforgivable violation of creative sanctity.

Zhou Lan suppressed her anger and walked out of the study. She saw Chu Zhao at a glance, and the anger in her eyes subsided instantly.

How could she possibly direct anger at the woman she had wronged? But noticing Chu Zhao’s companion, the petite omega from earlier, her expression hardened.

“It’s impolite to enter someone else’s room without their permission.” Zhou Lan said coldly, “profoundly disrespectful.”

She observed Chu Zhao physically restraining the stranger, clearly attempting to prevent this confrontation. Since Chu Zhao wasn’t the instigator, Zhou Lan saw no need to restrain her temper.

Since it had nothing to do with Chu Zhao, she would not hold it in.

She has always had a good temper, and her bad temper is a persona she deliberately created to facilitate her work.

As soon as she said it, Chu Zhao’s friend rushed in and said in a tone a hundred times more aggressive than hers, “So you already know you can’t enter other people’s rooms, so why did you enter Chu Zhao’s room?”

“You are shameless, why do you expect others to be polite to you?”

Her cherubic face; round cheeks, button nose, belied the venom in her words. “A rapist demanding courtesy? The audacity!”

Zhou Lan blinked. “And you are…?”

When the original body got married, the people who attended Chu Zhao’s wedding were all relatives of the Chu family. None of Chu Zhao’s friends came.

In other words, neither Zhou Lan nor Chu Zhao were the main characters; it was simply a marriage, a banquet held to exchange resources.

Media outlets had spun it as a tragic romance: the grieving sister fulfilling her brother’s dying wish by marrying his fiancée. The public ate up the narrative, oblivious to the cold corporate merger beneath the pageantry. If Zhou Lan didn’t know the truth, she might have really believed this overwhelming marketing.

“Chu Zhao, let me go!” The woman was Sang Xia, Zhou Lan now recalled, who struggled against Chu Zhao’s hold. “I’ll teach this scum some manners!”

Zhou Lan retreated instinctively. If it was songwriting there’s no doubt she could handle it; but physical altercations weren’t in her skillset. More importantly, attacking Chu Zhao’s friend would doom any reconciliation hopes.

“Chu…Chu Zhao?”

Zhou Lan tried to plead with Chu Zhao for help, but was met with a cold stare.

Her pleading glance toward Chu Zhao earned only glacial indifference.

“Sang Xia,” Chu Zhao said firmly, restraining her friend, “she’s not worth it.”

The name triggered Zhou Lan’s memory, Sang Xia, illegitimate daughter of the powerful Sang conglomerate. In the novel, she had eventually been legitimized after her mother’s scheming secured a position as the Sang patriarch’s official wife.

But Sang Xia was an illegitimate child, an Omega. In a world that prioritized Alphas over Omegas, the Sang family’s attitude towards Sang Xia was to let her live out her wealth as a wealthy second-generation child, then give her tens of millions of yuan. Whether she started a business or something else, she would have nothing to do with the family.

The novel also mentioned that Sang Xia’s relationship with her mother was strained, seemingly because she disliked her mother’s behavior. But after all, they were mother and daughter, and her mother treated her with such kindness that she couldn’t let go.

Later, Chu Zhao, thanks to Sang Xia’s connections, struck a partnership with the Sang family, forcing her to return to the Chu family. After gaining control of the Chu family, she turned around and seized the Zhou family’s business, gradually absorbing it.

The Zhou family declared bankruptcy within a year.

By then, Chu Zhao’s new company, having absorbed both the Zhou and Chu families, had become the most powerful enterprise in Jiangning City and ranked among the top 100 domestic companies.

At this point, only a third of the novel had been completed. As a novel with a strong female protagonist, it primarily revolves around Chu Zhao’s trials and tribulations and career advancement.

So, Zhou Lan understood Chu Zhao’s intervention: any assault charge would jeopardize Sang Xia’s precarious standing in the Sang family. Their shared history as marginalized women bound them in silent understanding, every action carried consequences they couldn’t afford.

“I’m going to move out,” Chu Zhao declared abruptly, her grip tightening on Sang Xia’s wrist. “I will attend the required Zhou family events. Nothing more.”

With that, she led her friend away, not to her room, but out of the villa entirely.

The door’s final click echoed through the suddenly cavernous space. What happened last night has come to an end, but the damage caused to Chu Zhao’s body and mind is irreparable.

No one will forgive someone who violates their body.

After all, Chu Zhao didn’t know that Zhou Lan had a new inhibitor in her body.

After Chu Zhao left, Zhou Lan looked at the empty villa, was in a trance for a while, and began to continue creating.

In her current situation, what she needs most is money. Without money, many of her ideas cannot be carried out.

She wanted to do her part when Chu Zhao needed it, but in her current situation, it was obviously impossible.