Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Alpha in a Scum Alpha Novel (GL) - Chapter 4
A cool breeze stirred inside the taxi.
It was late at night, and traffic flowed quickly.
Fu Suihan stared at those two words for about ten seconds, then opened the search bar of this world. The answer she found was no different from what Song Shixue had said, perhaps just a bit more tactful.
New to this world, she had thought pheromones were no different from perfume, and her compliment was merely a polite one. Who knew it would lead to such a blunder?
When Fu Suihan closed her eyes, glaring spots still danced before her. She resisted, then couldn’t help but ask the system, incredulously: [Why didn’t you warn me?]
Such a linguistic error had never occurred in previous worlds.
The system remained deathly silent until Fu Suihan’s embarrassment passed, and she hesitated for a long time before sending Song Shixue an abrupt “good night” emoji. Only then did it slowly say: [System undergoing maintenance, estimated to resume in 12 hours. We sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused to the host.]
Fu Suihan: “…”
What could she say? Of course, she chose to forgive it.
The car stopped outside a suburban villa complex. Fu Suihan was let in by facial recognition and led to the one where the original owner lived.
It was late and quiet, and the villa should have been empty, but lights were strangely on.
Fu Suihan paused slightly and unlocked the door with her fingerprint.
In the empty living room, Fu’s parents sat steadily on the sofa, with a maid standing behind them, her back slightly bowed.
On the television, the host was praising Fu Qingning’s achievements. Fu Suihan glanced at the screen and met the eyes of the Fu couple.
Both their faces were clouded with impatience, clearly ready to lecture her. But Fu Suihan merely nodded slightly, a gesture of politeness, then walked straight upstairs, ignoring the angrily uttered “Fu Suihan.”
Fu Suihan’s purpose for this trip was simple: to move out of here.
The villa had three floors, but apart from the original owner’s room and bathroom, all other rooms were locked.
There wasn’t even a kitchen here; food was brought in by the nanny. The windows were sealed shut, making the place feel oppressive.
Just walking in the hallway on the third floor, Fu Suihan felt a chill. She glanced at the brightly lit living room and, following the original text, went to a corner room.
Unexpectedly, the room wasn’t large. Things were scattered everywhere—books and clothes—making it feel even more cramped.
This was clearly the original owner’s handiwork when she was in a bad mood. Fu Suihan took a few steps closer and found a guitar buried under some books.
Fu Suihan strummed a few chords; the sound quality was excellent. She thought this was something the original owner had bought as a display piece during her period of misguided imitation, but when she flipped it over, she saw a date and a signature.
That was five years ago, before Fu Suihan was found by the Fu family.
The original owner had also been adopted by kind people, but her adoptive parents passed away unexpectedly when she was in junior high. The bereavement allowance had nothing to do with her; she could only work part-time and study to support herself. Under such circumstances, even with extreme frugality, it would have taken two years to buy this guitar.
If it was truly as stated in the original novel, that the original owner had no musical talent, then why did she buy this guitar?
Only now did Fu Suihan take the so-called hidden mission in this world seriously.
She then briefly searched the room, packed a few clothes, and found several locked codebooks on the dusty bookshelf.
Thinking of the submissive maid, Fu Suihan remained noncommittal.
She carried her guitar bag and pulled her suitcase down the stairs.
In front of the sofa, the restless Fu family parents’ anger erupted as soon as they saw her.
Fu’s father slapped the coffee table, and the empty living room echoed with the sharp sound: “Where are you going? Where else do you want to go?”
Fu Suihan stopped and looked back at Fu’s father, Fu Yu.
He was also an Alpha, just past fifty, with a stern appearance and a deep furrow between his brows.
Fu’s mother, Guan Mingqiu, beside him, was meticulously maintained and had few wrinkles.
Both had been immersed in the business world for many years, bearing the shrewd calculation that Fu Suihan detested most. She didn’t even bother to look up, dismissively saying, “Going out to live for a while.”
Fu Yu was about to speak, but her casual remark left him speechless—
“After all, Fu Qingning is coming back soon, isn’t she?”
Their expressions instantly changed. They exchanged a look, then Guan Mingqiu carefully said, “You… where did you hear that?”
Ever since the original owner married Lin Jiyue, Lin Jiyue had confiscated her accounts and phone, citing “preventing further harm to Fu Qingning.” Without a means to contact the outside world, she naturally faded from netizens’ view and, incidentally, stopped bothering Fu’s parents.
Speaking of which, this was the first private meeting between the three in several years.
Guan Mingqiu had complex feelings for this eldest daughter.
If, when she first recognized Fu Suihan, she still had some maternal love and apology in her heart, then as the variety show aired and public opinion genuinely impacted the Fu family’s interests, her scant affection dissipated like dust.
Compared to this unfamiliar biological daughter, Guan Mingqiu was still more willing to cherish Fu Qingning, whom she had raised for over twenty years.
Just like now, Guan Mingqiu thought she was asking subtly, but a trace of disgust and rejection inevitably flashed in her eyes.
And the source of this emotion was nothing new: concern that Fu Suihan would harm Fu Qingning.
Fu Suihan leaned against the wall, the screen playing a continuous loop of Fu Qingning’s social media updates. She said casually, “Isn’t it clearly stated on TV? Fu Qingning will return to the country soon, and Fu Suihan’s position as the president’s wife of New Story Entertainment is probably under threat…”
The entertainment channel’s logo was crude, and the show clearly relied on sensationalizing entertainment news for ratings. The language was vulgar, the speculations irresponsible, and when Fu Suihan was mentioned, it was full of malice, akin to direct insults.
Her biological parents watching a show that insulted their biological daughter right in front of her, Guan Mingqiu’s smile stiffened, and Fu Yu’s face darkened. He immediately turned off the TV, claiming the maid had pressed it and he was unaware, but his gaze swept towards Guan Mingqiu.
The couple’s earlier arrogance largely dissipated with this interruption, making them the weaker party. Fu Suihan found it amusing and, giving them no room to breathe, added, “Speaking of which, Dad, Mom. Did you know? I’m divorcing Lin Jiyue.”
This was a rare occasion for Fu Suihan to address them as parents. Fu Yu didn’t even have time to be pleased before this news caused his brows to furrow tightly: “Divorce? Why? Since Xiao Ning didn’t object to you two back then, she naturally won’t interfere when she returns. She has a share in this matter…”
Before he could finish, Fu Suihan retorted, “She won’t interfere, but what about Lin Jiyue?”
Fu Yu choked: “Since Jiyue was willing to marry you, she must also like you. How could that be?”
He spoke with some weakness, clearly having long heard about Lin Jiyue and Fu Suihan’s separation—
Married for three years, never cohabited.
“Like”? How could that be?
Fu Yu knew he couldn’t explain the loophole and stubbornly said, “In any case, marriage is a big deal and requires careful consideration.”
This time, even Guan Mingqiu’s smile was gone.
The atmosphere was perfectly set, and Fu Suihan knew it was time for her to play the victim—
She was in an awkward phase, her career neither high nor low. If the Fu family were willing to help, everything would be easier.
Fu Suihan’s face appropriately showed a hint of vulnerability, like a pitiable, disheartened person. With downcast eyes, she said in a low voice, “I know all the reasons, but I’ve begged Jiyue several times, and she’s unwilling. At tonight’s cocktail party, she even…”
Just as she recounted this, Fu Yu and Guan Mingqiu had already lost interest in listening further.
In the Fu family, whether Fu Suihan was round or flat was a minor matter, but outside, if someone publicly humiliated her, it was not only disrespecting Fu Suihan but also the Fu family.
Human imagination is always boundless.
In less than half a minute, Fu Yu sighed: “If you need anything, contact your Uncle Li. No matter what, you are still a child of the Sheng family. As for Jiyue, I will talk to her.”
Uncle Li was Fu Yu’s confidant. With that said, Fu Suihan’s objective had been achieved.
After a few more pleasantries, even Guan Mingqiu’s attitude softened somewhat, and Fu Yu looked even more approving. No matter how annoyed he was with Fu Suihan, she was still a child of the Fu family.
Before leaving, Fu Yu even suggested having a driver pick her up and drop her off.
Fu Suihan decisively refused. Her purpose in moving out of here was to avoid being disturbed.
The ride-hailing car she took again played light instrumental music. On her phone screen, Song Shixue’s message from half an hour ago lay quietly.
[Good night.]
Fu Suihan glanced at the time; it was already one in the morning.
Afraid of waking the other person, she didn’t reply but moved her finger, opening Song Shixue’s recent posts.
As Fu Suihan expected, it was set to visible for the past three days, with no content, and even the background was blank.
Fu Suihan then checked the original owner’s assets.
She had thought that no matter how poor the original owner was, she would have some money in her card. However, after some investigation, she discovered that since the original owner’s daily life was entirely managed by the nanny, the Fu family had stopped her card.
The reason was simple and crude: Since she had enough food for three meals and couldn’t go out to cause trouble, what did she need money for?
Fu Suihan, who hadn’t expected a wealthy family to be so stingy: ?
On the rare occasions she received some pocket money, the original owner would wholeheartedly buy bags and watches for Lin Jiyue.
Minutes later, Fu Suihan stared at the four-digit balance cobbled together from several banks, speechless for a long time.
This might be the consequence of giving up inheriting the family business.
After thinking it over, Fu Suihan opened StarNet, the largest social platform in this world.
Through her past high-intensity, “crazy” posts, the original owner had accumulated nearly a million gossip followers and anti-fans of Fu Qingning.
While these fans could be vitriolic, cursing and wishing ill upon entire families at the slightest disagreement, they were highly loyal, and the heat they generated could be monetized into a considerable sum.
Moreover, and more importantly, Lin Jiyue could see every move made by this account.
Interacting with the less extreme anti-fans could earn money, annoy Lin Jiyue, and give the anti-fans the satisfaction of cursing. Everyone got what they wanted.
A win-win-win situation.
Fu Suihan’s plan was well-conceived. Before she could even enter the post-editing page, a push notification on the homepage made her pause.
It was a trending topic called #SongShixueFuSuihan#, followed by a “HOT” tag. The number of participants was increasing by tens of thousands per second. Clicking on the topic revealed a picture that had been shared tens of thousands of times.
In the picture, Fu Suihan stood behind Song Shixue, her knuckles gripping the handle. Due to slight exertion, her bones protruded, and her fingers were long and slender.
Her hair slightly obscured her eyes as she looked down, meeting Song Shixue’s gaze.
Although Song Shixue’s face was only partially visible, the softness in her expression was undeniably genuine.
The person who took the picture had professional skill, considering even the light and shadow in the composition. The atmosphere of “in the noisy crowd, you only look at me” was perfectly captured.
Outsiders, unaware of the situation, drowned in the overwhelming beauty. Some even passionately Photoshopped the picture into an artistic movie poster.
Unfortunately, before people could start shipping, a marketing account quickly dug up Fu Suihan’s true identity and bluntly added Fu Suihan’s “detailed black history” after this picture.
Fu Suihan was amazed, never having imagined such a method to attract retweets and earn money. She casually clicked on a marketing account’s Weibo post with over 10,000 comments. The hot comments were entirely dominated by Song Shixue’s fans, mostly scolding her for being a nobody clinging on, or telling her to stay away from Song Shixue.
Fu Suihan lowered her eyes slightly. The image of Song Shixue smiling at her earlier flashed before her. At this moment, she suddenly empathized with a celebrity’s “non-celebrity partner.”
Author’s Notes:
Xiao Fu: (＾－＾)V
Thank you everyone!