Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 12

Shen Xian was momentarily stunned—this was the first time Lin Qinghan had ever smiled at her! And to be honest, Lin Qinghan’s smile was… really quite beautiful.

After Lin Qinghan finished washing up, she recalled that fleeting moment of softness and immediately regretted it. She must’ve still been half-asleep—there was no way she would have smiled at Shen Xian on purpose.

By the time Lin Qinghan and Shen Tian finished getting ready and came back out, Shen Xian had already ladled the shrimp congee into bowls and set them out to cool on the coffee table so it wouldn’t be too hot to eat.

“Let’s eat breakfast first. Qinghan, you can head straight to work after this—I’ll take Tiantian to school. I’m free this morning anyway,” Shen Xian said, figuring she might as well help lighten Qinghan’s load since she was already there.

“Alright.” Lin Qinghan gave her a glance and nodded. It was the first time in years she’d eaten a breakfast prepared by Shen Xian. She took a few bites—surprisingly, it tasted quite good.

She looked down to find Shen Tian happily munching away like a little hamster, cheeks puffed out, eyes bright with delight as she said, “Mommy, it’s yummy!”

“Good! Then eat up, Tiantian.” Shen Xian smiled, finding her daughter more and more adorable by the minute.

After breakfast, the three of them left together. Lin Qinghan went straight to her workplace, while Shen Xian took Shen Tian by taxi to her kindergarten. As they were getting out of the car, they bumped into Shen Tian’s little friend, Li Mengmeng.

“Hey Tiantian, your mommy’s dropping you off today?” Li Mengmeng waved excitedly.

Shen Tian held onto Shen Xian’s hand and nodded with a wide smile. “Mm-hmm! Mommy brought me!”

“Hello, Auntie~” Li Mengmeng greeted sweetly, mimicking Tiantian’s tone.

“Hello, Mengmeng.” Shen Xian smiled back warmly and watched the two little cuties walk into the school together.

After dropping Tiantian off, Shen Xian went home, tidied up the apartment, took a quick shower, and returned to her room. Over the past few days, she had posted a number of threads on local forums and submitted quite a few resumes. Unfortunately, with the original host’s educational background, all of her efforts had gone unnoticed—none of the posts or resumes got a single response.

She opened the account she had recently created on Feibo and browsed through it. Under the username “Xian Talks Finance,” she had been posting her analysis of the stock and fund markets. Her recent predictions had been spot-on, and the stocks she had recommended had been steadily rising. As a result, she’d gained a modest following—no longer just a few bot accounts, but now hundreds of real followers.

She spent the morning typing up a detailed market analysis, providing guidance on whether to increase or reduce positions. After finishing her post, she checked her DMs and noticed a message asking to meet in person. The sender claimed to want help with investment management and even left a contact number.

Shen Xian’s first instinct was that it was a scam. But then again, she had nothing to her name—nothing worth scamming. She hesitated, then tapped out the number on her phone. Her device, already two or three years old, was getting sluggish, and she resolved to get a new one that afternoon.

When the call connected, she was surprised to hear a young, pleasant-sounding female voice on the other end. Shen Xian introduced herself first. “Hi, I’m the blogger behind ‘Xian Talks Finance’ on Feibo. I saw your message and thought I’d give you a call.”

“Oh! It’s really you!” the girl sounded excited. “I saw your predictions on the trending boards—they were amazing, almost all spot-on! And when I saw your location was in the same city as mine, I thought I’d reach out and see if you’d help me. My dad gave me some capital to test me, and I’d love for you to manage it. Why don’t we meet and talk?”

“Sure, you pick the place. I’m free this afternoon.”

“Great! How about the café across from Linhai University? Let’s meet at 2 p.m.”

“Sounds good.”

After hanging up, Shen Xian couldn’t help but feel a bit uncertain. Is this girl for real? But she had dealt with countless people in her past life—she’d know soon enough.

She changed into clean clothes: black fitted pants and a white V-neck T-shirt. With her already attractive looks, and after taking better care of herself in this new life—working out, sleeping well—she looked undeniably fresh and confident.

At the café, Shen Xian called the girl. A young woman across the room stood up and waved energetically at her. She looked no older than her early twenties, with soft, grayish-brown curls cascading over her shoulders and a brilliant smile on her face.

She didn’t seem like a scammer.

Shen Xian walked over and introduced herself. “Hi, I’m the blogger from Feibo. My name’s Shen Xian.”

“Hi! I’m Jiang Xi—you can call me Xiaoxi.” The girl beamed. “I wasn’t sure what you liked to drink, so I just ordered something randomly.”

Shen Xian took a sip of the coffee in front of her and asked, “So, Xiao Xi, what exactly did you want to talk about?”

Jiang Xi hesitated for a moment before replying, “I’m about to graduate. My dad gave me ten million yuan as startup capital to test me—he wants me to gain some experience before I take over the company. But he also said no one from the family is allowed to help me. So I’ve been racking my brain on how to grow the money, and then I found your posts. I figured… why not give it a try?”

Shen Xian was speechless. This girl’s really gutsy—just hands her fortune over to a stranger on the internet?

“You’re not afraid I’m a scammer?” she asked, half-joking.

Jiang Xi grinned. “I was at first, but when I saw you, I wasn’t anymore. You look too pretty to be a bad person.”

Shen Xian almost choked on her coffee. So good looks equal trustworthiness now?

“Xiao Xi, I appreciate your trust, but we should confirm that the money is really there. We’re strangers, after all. And if you want me to manage that ten million, we need to sign a proper contract.”

Jiang Xi nodded enthusiastically. “Of course! Here, I’ll show you.” She handed over her phone, opened a financial app, and showed her account balance.

It really was ten million.

Shen Xian handed the phone back with a sigh. “In the future, don’t just show this kind of thing to people. It’s dangerous.”

Jiang Xi giggled. “You sound just like my older sister! But I’m not a kid—I can tell good people from bad.”

Shen Xian forced a smile. Yeah, right. You look like a scammer’s dream.

“Alright, let’s talk about fees. If I manage your ten million for a year, I usually charge 10% of the profit. Is that acceptable?”

Jiang Xi nodded. “No need to keep it at ten, sis—I’ll give you 20%! As long as I can prove to my dad that I’m not some spoiled brat, it’s worth it. Oh, and let’s add each other on Feixin—it’ll be easier to stay in touch.”

Shen Xian was at a loss. She’d never met anyone who insisted on overpaying her. She scanned Jiang Xi’s Feixin QR code and added her as a friend.

“It’s settled then. I’ll give you 20% of the profit. You handle the contract—I’m not good with those.” Jiang Xi tapped away at her phone cheerfully.

Shen Xian nodded. “Alright, I’ll draw up the contract tonight. Let’s meet here again tomorrow to sign it, and then I’ll take it from there.”

Just then, she glanced at her phone and noticed a 100,000 yuan red envelope in their chat.

“Xiao Xi, what is this? I haven’t even started managing your money yet!”

“That’s just a meeting fee!” Jiang Xi said matter-of-factly. “It’s not part of the contract. Just a thank-you for coming to see me. I reached out to a bunch of local bloggers, and you’re the only one who actually called me.”

No wonder, Shen Xian thought. Anyone else would’ve taken one look and flagged her as a scammer. Only someone with nothing to lose—like me—would’ve shown up.

“Alright then, tomorrow, same time, same place,” Shen Xian confirmed.

“Yup!”

After the meeting, Jiang Xi insisted on giving Shen Xian a ride. Shen Xian agreed—it was almost time to pick up her daughter anyway. She gave Jiang Xi the address, and the girl pulled up in a bright red Porsche, flashy enough to turn heads. But Shen Xian, who had seen every kind of luxury car in her past life, was unfazed. If anything, it just confirmed Jiang Xi’s status as a naïve, rich heiress.

Sure enough, the Porsche parked outside the kindergarten drew a lot of attention. Most of the parents there were from working-class families—sports cars weren’t something they could even dream of owning.

“Here we are, sis! See you tomorrow!” Jiang Xi waved.

“See you,” Shen Xian replied, then stepped out of the car and immediately spotted her daughter waiting by the teacher’s side.

“Mommy, you look so pretty today! Who did that car belong to?” Shen Tian asked, tilting her little head up.

“You sweet talker. That’s just a friend of mine,” Shen Xian chuckled. “Come on, let’s call Mama and tell her. Then we’ll go buy you some mangosteen.”

After a quick call to Lin Qinghan, Shen Xian took Shen Tian to the supermarket. When they got back, Lin Qinghan had already pulled up to the school gate on her little e-scooter.

From afar, Shen Tian called out in her signature sing-song voice, “Mama, Mama~ Tiantian’s here!”

Lin Qinghan smiled warmly when she saw her daughter. “Alright, Tiantian, you’ve been a good girl.”

Shen Xian hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Do you need me to come over tonight? Just in case… something happens again?”

Lin Qinghan looked at her, then at Shen Tian.

As soon as Shen Tian heard that Shen Xian might come over, she cheered. “Yay! Mama, let Mommy come too! You told her to come—Mommy always listens to you!”

Lin Qinghan ruffled Shen Tian’s hair. “Don’t talk nonsense.” Then, turning to Shen Xian, she said, “Alright, come over. And thank you—for dealing with what happened with Lin Zhixin.”

“It’s no trouble at all. I was missing Tiantian anyway,” Shen Xian replied with a warm smile.