Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Alpha in a Scum Alpha Novel (GL) - Chapter 6
Fu Suihan had a good night’s sleep. When she got up to wash, her phone, now turned on, showed over a dozen missed calls, all from Lin Jiyue without exception.
Initially, they came every few seconds, then spaced out to several minutes, until Lin Jiyue finally stopped when it became clear she wouldn’t answer.
But Fu Suihan knew her objective had been achieved.
Lin Jiyue was inherently suspicious, trusting no one but herself. Even with Fu Qingning, in the original novel, Lin Jiyue had considered sending people to record her movements day and night.
Even if it wasn’t actually carried out, it was enough to show how much Lin Jiyue feared loss.
For someone like Lin Jiyue, whose heart was hard and mouth even harder, directly telling her that Fu Qingning was having illicit Alpha/Omega relationships would only make her proactively defend Fu Qingning.
Only by planting a seed in her mind would she spontaneously investigate the truth.
Fu Suihan had never failed using this trick across several worlds, and this time would be no exception.
During breakfast, Fu Suihan browsed StarNet again using her alt account. Overnight, the trending topic about her and Song Shixue had significantly cooled down, clearly indicating someone had suppressed the heat. However, the real-time square was still lively, with people unilaterally cursing her with great fervor.
Fu Suihan had strong psychological fortitude. She viewed the insults as jokes. Halfway through scrolling, she saw candid photos of Song Shixue filming an advertisement, fresh from twenty minutes ago. The woman, wearing a floor-length dress, sat on a chair, holding a vibrant bouquet of blooming roses.
Fu Suihan then remembered the message she had forgotten to reply to last night.
The original owner was very strict about Alpha virtue; her friends list originally only had Lin Jiyue. After the core changed, Song Shixue was added.
The former was blacklisted by the original owner for copying and pasting long-winded messages, so Fu Suihan deleted her to get rid of the sight.
Now, only Song Shixue’s chat box lay quietly on the homepage, with a single message: [Good morning.]
The time was four hours ago, six o’clock.
Fu Suihan was surprised by her short sleep and replied with an emoji.
She thought Song Shixue would be very busy, but the woman’s reply speed was surprisingly fast: [What are you doing?]
Having nothing much to do, Fu Suihan replied: [Going to Xinghui, preparing to terminate the contract.]
At the outdoor filming set.
In the temporarily partitioned makeup room, Song Shixue’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. The makeup artist beside her immediately stopped her movements, understanding.
This advertisement had been filming intermittently for several days, but this was the first time Song Shixue had requested a break mid-session for a touch-up.
Nominally for a touch-up, in reality, she was clutching her phone, unwilling to let go, like an active party in a budding romance, anxiously awaiting someone’s reply, yet without a hint of impatience in her expression.
The makeup artist looked at her perfectly intact makeup, at a loss where to start. She could only brush Song Shixue’s eyebrows while curiously wondering about the identity of the person on the screen—
A top endorsement? A famous big director? The makeup artist speculated, only to dismiss each guess. Towards the end of her guessing, she couldn’t help but secretly lower her gaze, concentrating to look.
The person chatting with Song Shixue was named [Xiao Fu]. The typing interface occupied half the screen, so she could only peek at Song Shixue’s reply: [How much is the penalty for breach of contract?]
Xiao Fu replied: Peaceful termination, no compensation needed.
Song Shixue tapped her fingertips, clearly thinking about how to reply.
The makeup artist couldn’t help but link that “Fu” to the trending topic she saw this morning. Her expression became more focused, her head lowering further and further, until she met Song Shixue’s gaze directly.
Song Shixue’s phoenix eyes stared at her, still as an ancient well: “Is it that good to look at?”
On the other side.
Outside the window, street scenes sped by. When Fu Suihan arrived at Xinghui, the sunlight was dazzling.
Xinghui Entertainment was located in the largest commercial district of Rong City, with high-rise buildings closely packed together, and Xinghui firmly holding the top spot.
Looking at it this way, Lin Jiyue, at twenty-four, had indeed shown exceptional ability to develop Xinghui to its current state.
Unfortunately, in this book, only one could exist between love and career.
Thinking of this, Fu Suihan remembered Song Shixue again.
In the original novel, her career arc was perfectly successful, but her romantic life was practically zero. She had no official pairing, not even a rumored one (just hype from the production crew with no suspicious subjects). She had few friends, always maintained a cool demeanor, and even when she left, she was still alone.
Fu Suihan rarely felt pity for world NPCs. Because the world was so realistic and the characters’ loves and hates were so distinct, she felt that many plotlines were simply a matter of cause and effect, deserved by the characters.
But Song Shixue was different.
She had done nothing wrong; she shouldn’t have had such an end.
••••
When Lin Jiyue received the call from the front desk, the meeting was in full swing.
This was a celebrity reality dating show produced by Xinghui, and they were currently finalizing the guest list. As a celebrity dating show, it naturally required heavyweight artists whose schedules aligned and whose status was suitable.
On the large screen, Fu Qingning and Song Shixue were listed side-by-side at the top.
Both had immense traffic. Even without a collaboration, a small portion of their overlapping fans had already cobbled together material and edited many videos. Dual Alphas, built-in CP fans, and the first collaboration between mega-stars—with all buffs maxed, someone immediately began to confidently discuss the projected revenue.
His smooth logic and every word that entered Lin Jiyue’s ears reminded her of Fu Suihan’s line—
“Become the next me.”
Becoming the next Fu Suihan, wasn’t that becoming the next one to be abandoned?
Lin Jiyue had not slept all night. She had sent several messages to Fu Qingning, but the other party hadn’t replied. Before the meeting started, she finally hardened her heart and called Fu Qingning’s agent in Country N. The answer she received was that Fu Qingning’s filming had already ended when they had their call in the early hours of the morning.
In the afternoon, it was Fu Qingning’s private schedule, and the agent didn’t know her specific whereabouts.
Lin Jiyue found the photos increasingly jarring. She stopped the person from speaking and flatly stated, “This CP is not to be considered.”
After taking the call and learning of Fu Suihan’s arrival, she became even more anxious. Disregarding everyone’s reactions, she announced that the meeting would be continued by the vice president and then walked out.
In the reception room, Fu Suihan had been waiting for a while.
When the front desk lady came to bring coffee for the third time, she finally came back to her senses and smiled sweetly at her: “Thank you.”
The front desk lady wasn’t in uniform, dressed casually. Her eyes held the naive innocence of someone new to the world and intense curiosity. Prompted by the system, Fu Suihan learned that the other party was the eldest daughter of a certain cosmetic brand, whose family had a partnership with Xinghui. Her work was purely for experiencing life.
When Lin Jiyue emerged from the door, carrying documents, she saw the always-fickle eldest daughter in the transparent reception room, flushed and shy, chatting sweetly with Fu Suihan, not at all arrogant as she was when causing trouble for Lin Jiyue.
Lin Jiyue: ?
Lin Jiyue didn’t knock on the door, but Fu Suihan seemed to sense something, turned her face, and looked directly at her.
The door closed again, leaving only the two of them in the reception room.
The room was clean and bright, with a vase of vibrant sunflowers on the square table. The flowers were tender and dewy, clearly freshly replaced. Fu Suihan’s gaze lingered for a moment, recalling that Fu Qingning had mentioned liking sunflowers in the original novel, which was why Lin Jiyue placed them throughout the company, hoping Fu Qingning would like them.
Fu Suihan’s gaze briefly lingered on it, as if through it, she saw Fu Qingning, and also Song Shixue’s fate.
The few seconds of pause were naturally caught by Lin Jiyue, who had been observing her.
Her heart felt as if it were blocked by a boulder, both stifled and inexplicably guilty—
Let Ningning see what she likes anytime, wasn’t that what I always wanted to do?
I’ve never wronged Fu Suihan, so why should I feel guilty?
Fu Suihan could not hear the woman’s inner thoughts.
Her hands were clasped on her knees, leaning against the leather sofa. Even in a cheap shirt, her entire being appeared incredibly luxurious due to her aura, as if she were in a grand ballroom.
If she hadn’t spoken, Lin Jiyue might have admired the view for a few more seconds—
“Stop daydreaming, Ms. Lin.” Being stared at by Lin Jiyue, Fu Suihan only wanted to clench her fists, without the slightest blush she felt when close to Song Shixue. “Sign the contract, transfer the money, and we’re even.”
After a thought, she reminded her, “Don’t forget, there’s also the one-year 3S project selection right.”
Lin Jiyue paused, then laughed in extreme anger: “You’re leaving Xinghui, and you still want to pick Xinghui’s resources? On what grounds?”
“On the grounds that Xinghui has been useless to me for the past three years, maliciously twisting facts to slander my reputation, and also on the grounds that I am still your nominal partner, Ms. Lin,” Fu Suihan said calmly. “Which one do you prefer? Which one do you want to refute?”
Author’s Notes:
(Before ordinary characters)
Xiao Fu: Don’t be so dramatic, same goes for Omegas.
(Before Shixue)
Shixue: ^ ^
Xiao Fu: (A ten-thousand-word inner monologue but only says one sentence): Hm.