The Scumbag Alpha is Courting Death Again - Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Strawberry Smoothie – I’m Not a Fickle Scum Alpha…

The second sentence immediately raised suspicion, like the saying “protesting too much.”

Not just Ming Xi, but even Wen Can, who was editing the video nearby, leaned over and whispered, “Wow,” staring at the sentence.

She lowered her voice, sounding envious: “Sister Pig Cage is so wealthy! Xi Xi, quickly seize the opportunity!”

You see, the studio had a considerable stock of bags. Buying everything would be a significant expense. Moreover, Lu Litong gave a decent commission. Such an order would be enough to keep Ming Xi fed and worry-free for half a year.

Ming Xi didn’t move, recalling an unpleasant memory from a month ago.

Thinking back now, it was a real pity she hadn’t given her a good scolding then.

She was also worried that overly harsh words might lead to her account being banned, so she had to drop the idea.

Ming Xi had encountered people who came in and wanted to buy everything right away. With such strong intentions, without even browsing the categories, there were usually only two possibilities.

Either a rival stirring up trouble and wasting time.

Or a rich fool.

Ming Xi was more inclined towards the former, but she didn’t rashly block the person. Instead, she placed a classic style from the store in front of the camera.

“Wifey, you’re a new friend. Why don’t you look at what you like first? Xi Xi can give you a discount. How about you decide after you receive the goods and are satisfied?”

After speaking, she signaled to Wen Can, who was constantly watching her.

The little assistant was quick-witted and immediately pushed the spare phone over.

Ming Xi held the bag up to the light with her left hand and quickly tapped into the person’s profile with her right for analysis.

An ugly-cute avatar combined with a humorous nickname. Her first impression was that the user was young, between 18 and 25. Typically, this demographic didn’t have significant spending power, unless they were second-generation rich.

The profile’s favorites and likes were all about cute pets and beautiful women, mixed with a few videos about fashion advice. She seemed like an outsider with little interest in the bag industry.

This also meant she was a short-term client, possibly interested on a whim. But suddenly placing so many orders…

Ming Xi took a deep breath, almost certain that this person was a prankster, a scammer who had too much time on their hands and specifically targeted small streamers!

She initially wanted to block her, but when she looked down at the comments again, the regular customers who had flooded in were already chatting with the person.

Why so many orders all of a sudden?

Gifts for corporate clients.

Oh, I see, no wonder.

The person said no more. She seemed to be a woman of few words, unable to connect with the more outgoing individuals.

Blocking her now would inevitably arouse suspicion. After all, she was only basing her judgment on past experience, not on concrete evidence that she was a scammer.

Just leave her be. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Let me show you the new arrivals.” Ming Xi opened the bag, displaying the interior to the camera.

On the bottom right corner of the off-white checkered leather surface, the designer’s name was sewn on with a brown triangular fabric. Pulling apart the parallel handles, the large-capacity bag had almost no inner compartments.

The durable and versatile style was designed by an independent designer Ming Xi had found after extensive searching in the wholesale market.

She naturally ignored the person, whose previous comments were now pushed up by the new ones.

Sure enough, everyone’s attention shifted. The barrage of comments was endless. It was hard to imagine that her live room, usually only having a few people, could be so lively.

Seeing this, Ming Xi couldn’t help but feel smug. My taste hasn’t declined after all!

“Wives, please wait. Xi Xi is putting up the link.”

The screen froze. She selected a cover image, set the inventory and price, and uploaded it.

Not long after it passed the review, the link grayed out visibly. Not just this one, but the previous links as well.

So many, all bought up.

Ming Xi was astonished. Looking at the purchase history, the three-digit price wasn’t a huge sum, but cumulatively, no one would be bored enough to buy so many items of the same type.

The buyer ID was “Don’t Send Messages or Be Immersed in a Pig Cage.”

Hmm, this doesn’t quite match a wealthy, extravagant boss.

The person remained silently in the live room, like a shadow lingering in the corner. She timed it perfectly for when Ming Xi saw the order and typed a question.

Can you pack everything for me now?

She was very observant of the rules, understanding Ming Xi’s concerns. She didn’t constantly comment or pester, nor did she express resentment for being ignored or underestimated.

This refined demeanor was strangely inconsistent with her nickname and avatar, giving a peculiar and bizarre impression.

Packing everything was a massive undertaking. Wen Can, who was seeing such a generous customer for the first time, immediately abandoned the half-edited video and rushed over to help.

After calculating the price, Ming Xi nervously quoted it. The other party paid without hesitation and provided a detailed address.

What a coincidence, she’s also in City S, in a high-end residential area in the West District.

Even after ending the live stream, Ming Xi was still in shock. She slumped into the ergonomic chair, the casters rolling back a couple of steps from the force.

There are so many rich people in the world, why did I become the lucky exception?

Experiencing two consecutive misjudgments, a strong sense of frustration welled up in her heart. She rested her chin on her hand, gazing blankly at the white solitude of the baseboard.

Wen Can happily packed the items. Seeing Ming Xi motionless, she asked curiously.

“Xi Xi, you don’t look very happy? Remember to treat me to a meal when the commission comes in!”

The sharp sound of clear tape tearing pierced her eardrums, pulling Ming Xi back to her senses. She pouted and mumbled.

“She’ll probably request a refund later. Just wait.”

This bitter, resentful attitude of judging a noble person with a petty heart didn’t last long. The bedroom door opened, and Lu Litong walked out, rubbing her messy hair.

The oversized, magenta pajamas were loose and comfortable, the hem fluttering around her thighs. Speckled sunlight was stepped on by her flip-flops. The woman yawned widely.

Seeing the mountain of cardboard boxes stacked in the living room, her expression was indifferent.

“Did you get a sudden flood of orders? Not bad,” she turned to Ming Xi, giving a perfunctory compliment, “I knew you had potential. I’ll treat you two to a meal in a couple of days.”

Lu Litong seemed to have transcended the need for material things. Neither income nor spending seemed to stir her emotions.

Ming Xi had always envied people who could simply lie down and relax, those who could completely slack off without feeling anxious.

Hearing her boss offer to buy a meal, Wen Can cheered: “Yay! What are we eating for lunch today?”

Lu Litong’s voice came through the bathroom door: “You guys order. Send me the request to pay.”

Then, the sound was replaced by flushing water.

The two agreed and ordered Mala Mix from the nearest place. Wen Can went to find Lu Litong, while Ming Xi sat on her chair, still researching the identity of “Sister Pig Cage.”

During the live stream, she only glanced quickly. This time, she carefully tapped into the person’s following list. It was very strange; it was mixed with various luxury brands and famous celebrities.

The cold, sharp face of the woman flashed through Ming Xi’s mind. The woman spoke little, only slightly pulling up the corners of her mouth when people around her made jokes.

Why did I suddenly think of Xia Jinzhao?

She smacked her forehead. Undeniably, the other party’s presence was like a spider web, permeating every aspect of her life.

Truly the woman you see even on random screen savers.

Wen Can went downstairs to get the takeout. The wind was strong today, bending the branches of the trees lining the street, and the broad, thick evergreen leaves rustled loudly.

The young girl shrunk her neck, her bangs fluttering upright. She placed the takeout on the workbench and tidied up the small scattered objects on the desk.

Ming Xi started unpacking the takeout, finding a piece of paper tucked inside.

At first, she thought it was the order slip. But when Wen Can tore off the paper stapled to the plastic, the content of the paper in her hand became suspicious.

“Hey, what are you holding?” Wen Can, distributing the utensils, noticed her.

“I don’t know,” Ming Xi said strangely, “Was no one around when you came up?”

Wen Can shook her head, then asked awkwardly: “Is it a small ad? Doesn’t really look like it.”

Business was tough these days. Even sticking up ads required meeting KPIs.

Curious, Ming Xi unfolded it and glanced at it.

Her body froze.

Wen Can loved to be nosy and rushed over without caring that her chair was leaning precariously. When her eyes fell upon the words, her expression contorted, and she couldn’t help but curse.

“Who is so wicked!”

On the paper, two bright red, bold words were clearly written in elegant calligraphy.

Go Die.

The sharp edges of the strokes had the fibrous texture of torn cloth, piercing into one’s heart like thorns. No one had ever cursed her with such malicious words in real life. Ming Xi was stunned in place.

No, it might not be for her. Maybe it’s someone’s prank…

She took a deep breath. Wen Can had already snatched the paper from her hand, crumpled it up, and tossed it into the trash can.

“A psycho. That kind of person is lashing out at society.”

The young girl uncovered the lunch box, which had water vapor condensed on it, and pushed it towards her comfortingly.

“Sister Xi Xi, just ignore it.”

“It’s a small matter.”

Ming Xi was usually optimistic, just treating it as someone venting their anger. She hadn’t encountered anything more extreme than this.

I must have a tough life, otherwise I wouldn’t have transmigrated instead of dying from overwork.

The enticing aroma of the hot meal was close at hand. She quickly put the incident out of her mind.

The desk vibrated twice. The spare phone screen lit up. Someone had sent her a message on the App backend.

She tapped to open it. It was the rich fool of a boss.

When are you restocking?

The way she talks, does she think handmade items are like common cabbages at the market?

However, Ming Xi always had more patience for customers who supported her business.

She sent a sticker of a cat peeking out to the other side.

Wifey, I won’t have time until this weekend [kiss]

Mhm.

The other party wasn’t good at conversation. After a brief exchange, both sides fell into an awkward silence. So, Ming Xi sent a universally useful flower emoji.

How could she let her cash cow’s chat thread go stale?

Just as she was about to close the App and enjoy her delicious lunch, a new message popped up.

Are you the only streamer here?

Ming Xi glanced at Wen Can, who was happily eating, and replied.

There’s an assistant too. If Wifey sees me streaming, you can come and support Xi Xi.

Mhm.

Why does it feel like she’s desperately trying to make conversation?

The woman’s dialogue was concise and bland, like a cup of tasteless plain water. Ming Xi stared at the chat box for a while, then suddenly had a bold idea.

Wifey, what should I call you?

She couldn’t keep calling her “Sister Pig Cage,” could she? Besides, she had her own ulterior motives.

The other side typed for a long time, then quietly sent two words.

Surname Lin.

Oh, so it’s not her.

She couldn’t tell if her predominant feeling was disappointment or relief. Ming Xi clicked into the other party’s purchase order and found that the recipient’s first name did indeed start with “Lin,” and the phone number wasn’t the familiar one either.

What was I thinking?

Ming Xi sighed, resuming her cheerful demeanor.

Okay, Little Lin Wifey, we’ll pack it as soon as possible [flying kiss]

The “User is typing” bubble remained for a long time without a reply. Just when Ming Xi thought the other party was struggling to find the right words and was about to help her out, a new reply popped up in the chat box.

Do you call everyone “Wifey”?