The Cannon Fodder Alpha Who Made the Heroine Pregnant - Chapter 9

9:

“Rebirth”

The past has become a memory, the future will be rewritten.

This line from her newly composed song “Rebirth” encapsulated Zhou Lan’s current state of mind. Working through the night, she had completed both lyrics and melody—her first original piece in this world.

Her previous life held no lingering attachments, yet every phase of that existence had shaped her artistry. Each composition had been a timestamp of her journey. If possible, she would recreate those works here—provided she found suitable voices to carry them.

“Rebirth” would be her debut. A self-performed piece, though the villa lacked proper instruments. Moreover, its opulent interiors were too recognizable—she needed anonymity for her “Ming Xiao Zhou” persona.

Establishing a Base

Her solution: relocate to the megacity, a tier-1 metropolis that dwarfed Jiangning’s provincial stature. The Zhou family’s influence barely extended beyond their hometown—in the Capital, their wealth would be unremarkable among the true elites.

The practicalities gave pause. Ling He’na had frozen her accounts. The original Zhou Lan’s wallet revealed multiple credit cards (all suspended) and a single debit card with a paltry 20,000 yuan remaining, the scraps of a million-yuan monthly allowance squandered on nightclubs.

This sum might cover two months’ rent in Capital. The high-speed rail connection (40 minutes) was convenient, but professional recording studios charged thousands hourly.

Testing her vocals via recording apps, Zhou Lan made an unexpected discovery: the original’s alcohol-roughened voice held a smoky, storytelling quality—a magnetic mid-range equally suited for jazz and pop, miraculously free of vocal damage. Natural talent wasted on a spoiled heiress.

Funding the Escape

By dawn, she had listed unused electronics on resale platforms, easily netting 100,000+ yuan. The study’s collectible figurines (untouched for now) represented further liquidity.

The villa itself, with its luxury cars and designer furnishings, could fetch hundreds of millions if sold—but Zhou Lan wanted clean separation, not the Zhou family’s tainted wealth.

Their empire, valued at billions, was built on decades of gray-market operations. Recent “legitimization” efforts couldn’t erase that stench. The novel’s plot confirmed: the Zhous’ downfall came not just from Chu Zhao’s revenge, but their own accumulated sins.

Better to leave before the collapse.

The Summons

Her phone interrupted—”Mother” flashing onscreen.

Ling He’na’s acerbic voice demanded: “Return home. Your father wants to see you.”

A pause. “I warned you—obey us, and the Zhou empire is yours. But no, you’d rather crawl back to school?”

“Your father has arranged a company position. What level depends on your performance today.”

The threat came sweetened: “Bring Chu Zhao. I’ll notify her separately.”

Zhou Lan’s fingers tightened around the phone.

This changed everything.