Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 48

Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan’s dance amazed everyone.

While capturing the attention of all, it also officially marked the beginning of the dance segment of tonight’s banquet.

Many who had already sided with Luan Lizheng couldn’t help but marvel in their hearts.

This must be Luan Yenan, always making big news, truly a master of doing as she pleases and defying conventions.

Not only did she blatantly refuse to cooperate, but she also used this method to completely steal the spotlight from Luan Yecha’s return, leaving Luan Lizheng standing in the shadows with his cane, utterly helpless.

Although he was angry, he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt the band’s performance by shouting, which would be beneath his dignity.

Luan Lizheng remained silent, and Luan Yecha was at a loss for words, not knowing what to do, so he could only stand beside the old man and whisper, “Grandpa, what should we do now?”

Luan Lizheng’s face was ashen, and he didn’t speak.

Luan Muqin, the second daughter of the Luan family, who appeared on the second floor a step later than Luan Yecha, had specifically dressed up in gold and silver with her husband today, thinking that after years of patience, she finally had a chance to shine.

In the past, Luan Lizheng only had eyes for Luan Muyin. Although he doted on her, it was only during her childhood and never gave her any real power or trained her as a successor. As expected, she was given no real authority in the company as she grew up.

Now, she finally had this opportunity.

But not only her, even her son, whom she had groomed, had his spotlight stolen. She stood in the dark at the staircase, her eyes filled with resentment as she watched the center of the dance floor.

In a quiet corner of the banquet hall, another interest group had gathered.

Centered around the Qin family.

Qin Yuancheng, a second-generation member of the Qin family.

This male Omega was dressed impeccably and was the object of everyone’s flattery. At the moment, he was holding a wine glass by the wine table, letting out a hearty laugh.

“As expected of my sister’s daughter, nothing like the rumors suggest. Perhaps even those rumors were spread by the Luan family themselves to tarnish Yenan’s reputation. No matter what happens today, we must protect Yenan and not give Luan Lizheng any satisfaction.”

Beside him stood a tall and handsome male Alpha.

Everyone knew that the eldest son of the Qin family had been through two marriages. The first was with a foreign husband he met while studying abroad, whom he loved dearly, but who tragically died during an extreme sport, leaving him alone.

It took him many years to recover, and he finally found his second marriage.

This husband was said to dote on him, knowing his family’s wealth, and voluntarily proposed to marry into the family.

He had rarely appeared in public over the years, and everyone only knew his name was Ji Liangquan, but had never seen him.

It seemed that this was the man beside him now.

Ji Liangquan held Qin Yuancheng’s hand and said, “Yuancheng, drink less. If you drink too much, you’ll only end up feeling worse.”

Qin Yuancheng happily held Ji Liangquan’s hand and smiled, “It’s fine, I’m happy today, I won’t feel bad. Look, how beautifully they dance, why don’t we go up and dance a bit too.”

Ji Liangquan, however, just held him tightly in his arms, not letting him move, his eyes fixed on the stage: “The dance is beautiful, but it’s too dangerous.”

“I’m not drunk, it’s just a dance, what danger could there be? Let Yenan see her uncle. Over the years, the family elders have come to understand, even if the Luan family is unkind, Yenan is still our own bloodline…” Qin Yuancheng spoke with increasing weariness, not quite drunk but already half dazed.

Today, he had come to watch the show. Arriving at the banquet, he felt angry seeing Luan Muyin, but he also knew that Luan Muyin had tried her best to seek medical help for his sister back then.

The real villain, who only knew how to kick someone when they were down, was Luan Lizheng.

Today, he looked robust and full of vigor. The more Qin Yuancheng thought about it, the angrier he got, and the more he drank.

Seeing his companion in this state, Ji Liangquan led him to a nearby sofa to sit down, fading into the background.

The banquet’s festivities continued.

Especially Luo Yun, who, seeing Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan’s determined disruption, was delighted.

She quickly grabbed Zhang Wanjun: “Not drinking, but dancing is fine, right?”

“In such a short time, you already have a target?” Zhang Wanjun seemed to have already seen through Luo Yun’s behavior.

Unexpectedly, Luo Yun just smiled, pulling Zhang Wanjun towards the dance floor: “Then I’ll take that as your agreement.”

Zhang Wanjun was caught off guard, almost stumbling, but Luo Yun caught her.

Seeing the usually composed and unflappable Zhang Wanjun in such a disheveled state, Luo Yun couldn’t help but laugh. However, her makeup was simple today, and even her laughter lacked its usual flirtatiousness.

Zhang Wanjun tolerated it: “Are you planning to invite me? I don’t know how to dance.”

“Don’t pretend, I’ve seen you dance before, you just don’t want to dance with me, right? You’re my partner today, no one else would dare to invite you, dressed so beautifully, it would be a waste not to dance.” Luo Yun said, placing her hand on Zhang Wanjun’s waist and joining the dance.

Zhang Wanjun didn’t refuse or resist. Although they hadn’t practiced together, they still managed to coordinate.

Among the rich second generation, there were also many who were just there for fun or completely unaware of the intrigues, simply there to enjoy the spectacle, and they began to invite their partners or find someone they fancied on the spot to enhance their relationships.

Fan Jianian, witnessing this scene, must feel utterly deceived. It seems this couple had given him hints about Luan Lizheng targeting Luan Yenan just to shake him off.

Looking at the current situation, who still cares about Luan Yecha? Isn’t Luan Yenan clearly the star of tonight’s banquet?

But then he remembered the instructions from his family. If Luan Yenan really dislikes him that much, perhaps he should wait for a better opportunity.

His family might not have much else, but they have plenty of money and real estate. They can get involved wherever Luan Yenan might need them.

In the entire banquet hall filled with so many people, there are easily eight thousand schemes at play.

Among them, the two with the most schemes, Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan, are aware of the shifting dynamics around them but keep their gaze fixed on each other.

Zuo Baixuan, moving with the music, reaches out and gently caresses Luan Yenan’s cheek.

Luan Yenan sidesteps to behind Zuo Baixuan, her breath brushing past the back of Zuo Baixuan’s neck. Protected by a scent patch, her gland isn’t disturbed by the scent, but it still tickles, causing Zuo Baixuan to shrink her neck slightly.

The effects of that sip of red wine finally kick in, her skin flushing from white to red.

Luan Yenan’s hands become more active, poking at the reddened skin, the intimacy crossing a line.

Zuo Baixuan doesn’t push her away; instead, she responds with even bolder moves on Luan Yenan.

As her hand slides over Luan Yenan’s waist and then across her exposed back, it’s as if she’s asking: Who’s really at a disadvantage here?

Luan Yenan’s gaze deepens, a spark in her eyes as she lifts Zuo Baixuan’s chin, seemingly unbothered by her wife taking liberties.

Zuo Baixuan, seeing Luan Yenan’s shameless expression, wrinkles her nose.

Luan Yenan looks down at her, silent but clearly amused.

As the band hits the last two notes, Zuo Baixuan hooks her arms around Luan Yenan’s shoulders. Taking advantage of Luan Yenan’s position, bent over with her hands on Zuo Baixuan’s waist and unable to exert much force, Zuo Baixuan uses her arms to straighten up and exhales softly against Luan Yenan’s neck.

She notices the muscles in Luan Yenan’s neck twitch, trying to lower her head.

Zuo Baixuan then boldly plants a kiss there.

The suddenness of it leaves Luan Yenan stunned.

Zuo Baixuan stands up, still holding onto Luan Yenan’s neck, and whispers in her ear, “Do you mind this either?”

Taking the fox’s path, leaving the fox with no way out.

Emboldened by the alcohol, Zuo Baixuan does something she’s always wanted to but never dared.

As the band’s music ends, the lights in the banquet hall brighten from dim.

Zuo Baixuan steps back, standing in front of Luan Yenan, curious to see her reaction.

What expression would she have?

The fox shows a cunning smile, as if catching a little white rabbit that jumped into her arms.

Luan Yenan naturally doesn’t feel taken advantage of by being kissed by another soft, fragrant girl.

Especially when that girl is Zuo Baixuan?

The light kiss on her neck felt more like a breath of air, inflating her like a balloon filled with hydrogen, making her feel both expanded and light.

She wants to tie Zuo Baixuan up and float away with her.

This banquet isn’t interesting; it’s not worth attending.

But Zuo Baixuan clearly wouldn’t agree. She turns her head, realizing she too had crossed a line.

If it was just dancing, completing the practiced moves would have been enough. There was no need to add so much intimacy that left onlookers blushing and exclaiming in delight.

One person crossing the line is crossing the line.

Two people crossing the line together, what does that mean?

Luan Yenan stares intently at Zuo Baixuan.

Yes, what does it mean when two people cross the line together?

I’m interested in you.

So, are you now interested in me too?

Luan Yenan looks into Zuo Baixuan’s peach-blossom eyes.

Peach-blossom eyes always seem so affectionate when they’re red, and when they gaze at you, they create the illusion that all that affection is for you alone.

Who really seems more like the heartbreaker here?

Zuo Baixuan uses those eyes to draw her in, making her let go of her control over the confusion, yet always maintaining the stance of the second party, testing the boundaries repeatedly before pushing her away.

Zuo Baixuan lightly purses her lips and grabs Luan Yenan’s hand: “Alright, stop looking. You’ll see right through me if you keep staring.”

“If you wish, I can never see through you.” Luan Yenan responds, squeezing Zuo Baixuan’s hand, saying something that’s both profound and seemingly nonsensical.

Zuo Baixuan feels there’s a deeper meaning to her words, but it also seems like she’s just talking nonsense.

While still pondering, Luan Yenan leads her back to the Luan family’s table.

Luan Lizheng grips his cane, his gaze cold.

Luan Yenan acts as if she doesn’t see the look, walking straight past him, instead addressing her unlucky cousin: “Yecha, why didn’t you join the dance earlier? Everyone was having so much fun. This segment was prepared for you; we were just joining in the fun.”

Luan Yecha’s expression is grim.

Just joining in the fun?

You stole all the spotlight!

This segment was supposed to be for me to speak first, and after the speech, invite a beautiful lady to dance. He even said he had already picked out a girl from the Wen family for me, and she was watching you too!

Luan Yecha, having been raised to be obedient and submissive, even after spending so much time abroad and learning to voice his opinions under his professors’ guidance, reverts to his old ways in front of his grandfather back home.

He overly cautiously considers whether the words in his stomach might affect his grandfather’s opinion of him.

He can only smile, pretending to be magnanimous and indifferent: “I didn’t expect cousin to enjoy dancing so much, truly living up to being a party girl. I’ve learned my lesson.”

The weak jab only makes Luan Yenan look at Luan Lizheng. She doesn’t understand what the old man sees in this kid, just because he’s obedient enough?

Luan Yenan can already see why, in the outline of the story, such a large enterprise as “Frontend” eventually met its demise.

Luan Yenan doesn’t respond to Luan Yecha, but Zuo Baixuan leans against Luan Yenan, smiling sweetly: “Oh, I didn’t expect cousin to be so focused on studying abroad that he didn’t develop any social skills. Yenan and I racked our brains trying to figure out what to give you as a welcome gift, so we practiced this dance, thinking you’d enjoy the atmosphere.”

“It’s fine if he doesn’t like it, we quite enjoyed it.” Luo Yun says, pulling Zhang Wanjun over as well.

She’s the type who, once she confirms an ally is willing to resist, is ready to take up arms.

Luan Yenan’s current stance is clear enough for her to see.

Following Luo Yun is a circle of wealthy second-generation heirs.

Many of them had issues with Luan Yenan, but after starting to “invest” during this period, accompanied by their families’ newfound respect for them, they gradually let bygones be bygones.

Luan Yecha watches as a crowd of familiar and unfamiliar wealthy peers surge towards him, feeling a wave of panic.

Wasn’t it said that Luan Yenan’s friends were just a motley crew? But here are members of the Luo family, the Qi family, the Xiao family, this family, that family…

Luan Yecha’s legs begin to tremble, and he starts to wonder if he’s been deceived by his grandfather.

Grandfather always favored cousin the most since childhood. Could it be that while claiming to diminish Luan Yenan’s influence to establish mine, the opposite is true?

“Alright, dancing is available anytime during the banquet, it’s just a bit of fun. Today is more about welcoming Yecha back.” Luan Lizheng, after a long silence, finally speaks. “After all, Yecha is the hope of the Luan family. Look at Yenan, already grown up, finally married, and seemingly very loving with her wife, but still no mark. When will this old man get to hold a great-grandchild?”

His words sound casual, but in reality, with just a few words, he confirms Luan Yecha as the next generation’s heir.

Luan Lizheng, like Luan Yenan, is a top-tier Alpha. Although he was once suppressed by Luan Yenan’s pheromones, with his experience, he can easily confirm whether the two have marked each other. This is something that cannot be hidden from him.

His words cause an awkward silence around.

Although having children isn’t as crucial for modern people, for large families, to ensure the stable and continuous accumulation of assets, both reproduction and education are important aspects.

Thinking this, most people understand why Luan Lizheng would choose Luan Yecha no matter what.

Even Luan Yecha’s posture straightens significantly.

Luan Muqin, still slowly descending the stairs, also gains confidence, hurrying down to pull Luan Yecha over, smiling at Luan Lizheng: “Dad, the media is all set. Shall we go ahead with the interviews?”

Luan Lizheng nods, thumping his cane on the ground as if signaling something.

Even through the thick carpet, the thud is quite noticeable.

“Muyin and Yenan, come along too. It’s a good time to discuss the future plans for ‘Frontend.'”

Luan Muyin frowns.

Is Luan Lizheng determined to push me down to elevate his grandson?

Even the media interviews weren’t announced beforehand, and the questions later might be traps set by him.

Luan Yenan, however, calmly follows, appearing as a completely guileless young girl.

But her cheerful demeanor with Zuo Baixuan reassures Luan Muyin.

After all, Luan Yenan now holds the technology of “cloud computing.” Even without the family’s support, she’ll be fine.

“Media interviews too? Let me check if your makeup has smudged.” Zuo Baixuan examines Luan Yenan’s face.

She leans closer, intending to ask if Luan Yenan knew about this segment and if she’s prepared.

But Luan Yenan cuts off her chance to ask: “The makeup you did for me isn’t that easy to smudge. You can tell by looking at your own face.”

Zuo Baixuan looks at Luan Yenan for a while, confirming her confidence, and smiles: “Are you using me as a mirror now?”

“Tonight, there are indeed many instances where I can use others as mirrors.”

Using others as mirrors can clarify gains and losses.

Tonight, there are many instances where she can clarify gains and losses.

Luan Yenan is clearly throwing shade.

Zuo Baixuan chuckles: “Then I’ll be your bronze mirror, helping you straighten your attire.”

As they approach the media cameras, Zuo Baixuan pulls Luan Yenan to stand properly, adjusting her hair, accessories, the folds of her skirt, and the lingering lipstick mark on her neck.

Luan Muyin and Luan Xing, who had already stepped in front of the cameras, turned back to glance at them.

Luan Xing smiled at Luan Muyin, gently patting her hand to reassure her. The way the two girls were interacting now had already won; there was no need to worry about anything else.

Seeing this, Luan Muyin’s tense expression relaxed, and she smiled too: “It seems my plan to retire early might actually succeed.”

Luan Yenan, now tidied up, walked over to Luan Muyin and simply said, “Not necessarily.”

Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan stood hand in hand in front of the media.

The flashes hadn’t stopped since their intimate moment earlier, and now it was like striking gold. The reporters were almost tempted to abandon interviewing Luan Yecha and instead ask about the love story between this married couple.

After all, isn’t a juicy love story more interesting than some dull power struggle within a wealthy family?

“Hello everyone, I’m Luan Yecha. I’ve been studying abroad and just returned recently. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me directly. I have an open mind and will do my best to answer.” Luan Yecha spoke up, pulling the media’s attention back.

Media personnel: Do you know how your cousin and her wife met and fell in love?

The reporters held their breath, barely restraining themselves from asking that question, and instead began with the prearranged questions discussed with Luan Lizheng.

From Luan Yecha’s studies abroad to his plans after returning home.

Luan Yecha focused on his plans after returning.

“I will start from the ground up at ‘Frontend.’ I studied technology abroad, and I’ll rely on the company’s seasoned employees and seniors for management. I want to be a solid foundation for the company.” Luan Yecha said modestly.

Hearing this, Luan Yenan chimed in: “In that case, I might consider taking on a managerial role.”

This statement made Luan Lizheng’s eyebrows shoot up.

“You!” Luan Muqin was also caught off guard by her niece’s sudden move.

All the cameras eagerly turned toward Luan Yenan.

It wasn’t that the power struggle within the wealthy family wasn’t entertaining—it was just that the one-sided dominance earlier wasn’t as fun!

But now… let the battle begin! Let the battle begin!

Luan Yecha couldn’t hold back anymore: “Cousin, if you want to be a manager, you can’t afford to have any more incidents of embezzlement.”

His sarcastic remark swung the cameras back to him.

“The company is currently working on a major ‘cloud computing’ project, and I happened to participate in a related project with my professor that aligns well with it. I can definitely contribute.” Luan Yecha spoke with much more confidence when discussing technical matters.

He even provoked Luan Yenan, wanting her to know that her “cloud computing” wasn’t as unique as she thought.

Luan Muyin frowned, glancing at Luan Lizheng.

She had kept the secret tightly under wraps, but it seemed Luan Lizheng had found out anyway. It appeared that besides the management layer, he also had eyes among the technical staff.

Luan Muyin felt exhausted. Why did a family have to engage in such scheming?

She was also helpless. Even Luan Yenan’s trump card had been exposed. How could the child still win?

“Yes, that’s right. The project ‘Frontend’ is currently collaborating on, which I named ‘cloud computing’ is actually from my own company.”

“Cousin, you’re really something. Back when we were kids, you couldn’t even help me with my homework, and now you’ve developed new technology all on your own?” Luan Yecha couldn’t hide his disdain anymore, laying all his sarcasm bare.

What others saw as a trump card was casually revealed by Luan Yenan.

Luan Lizheng knew Luan Yenan had the upper hand. Mere taunts from Luan Yecha wouldn’t work—Luan Yenan was determined to oppose them. He tapped his cane on the ground again.

The cameras focused on Luan Lizheng.

“Yenan, instead of boasting about your company’s ‘cloud computing’ why don’t you explain the issues with your company’s ‘blockchain currency’ project? It’s been causing quite a stir lately. But ‘Frontend’ has always been diligent, focusing on real industries. If you keep chasing these shady ventures, ‘Frontend’ will no longer collaborate with you.”

And there it was—the knife Luan Lizheng had been sharpening was now hanging over Luan Yenan’s head.

Luan Muyin closed her eyes.

Luan Lizheng was truly ruthless.

Even willing to use such a drastic move against his own granddaughter.

Whether Luan Yenan acknowledged the “blockchain currency” issue or not, she would be tainted.

The emergence of “blockchain currency” was too sudden, and its growth too rapid, while regulation lagged behind.

This created a vast profit space but also a high-risk zone.

Luan Lizheng was seizing this opportunity to pin Luan Yenan down, ensuring the label of “illegal fundraising” would stick to her.

Of course, businessmen would still collaborate with Luan Yenan if there was profit to be made.

But if the public associated a brand with “illegal fundraising” they would think twice, significantly damaging the brand’s reputation.

Luan Lizheng’s move was essentially cutting off Luan Yenan’s lifeline.

Even Zuo Baixuan grew tense.

Luan Yenan’s early investments and rapid rise in reputation were all tied to the “blockchain currency” project in collaboration with “Huanyu.” Now, that project was being dismantled.

She even felt this might not just be about cutting off her hands—it could be far worse.

Zuo Baixuan’s grip on Luan Yenan’s hand tightened, her palm even growing slightly damp.

But Luan Yenan’s dry fingers lightly traced Zuo Baixuan’s palm.

Surprisingly, that gentle touch calmed Zuo Baixuan down.

Luan Yenan gave her a satisfied look, then addressed everyone: “Speaking of this, could I interrupt for a moment? Besides my grandfather, I also invited some media friends today. Would it be possible to let them in?”

“You also…?” Luan Lizheng’s eyes widened in surprise. As the host, he hadn’t heard anything about this. He turned to the butler.

How was this possible? All the reputable self-media outlets had already been invited to the event. What other media could Luan Yenan have brought in?

Could it be influencers or YouTubers?

The butler quickly shook his head, indicating he had no idea.

The banquet hall doors reopened, and in walked a group of serious-looking journalists, orderly and professional.

Luan Lizheng’s eyes narrowed in anger as he first looked toward the Qin family.

No!

Then he turned to the Wen family.

There, Wen Fenghua was approaching with Wen Qing.

So that’s how it was!

Luan Lizheng’s veins bulged.

Meanwhile, Luan Yenan turned to help Zuo Baixuan adjust her attire: “You need to tidy up too. Speaking in front of official media might just land you on national TV tomorrow.”

Official media?!

The self-media and private reporters couldn’t help but tense up.

“?” Zuo Baixuan also looked at Luan Yenan in confusion. When had she contacted official media? This woman was truly unpredictable. Was she planning something even bigger?

Luan Yenan wiped away the smudged lipstick at the corner of Zuo Baixuan’s mouth, watching as a big smile spread across Zuo Baixuan’s face. She couldn’t help but smile too.

It seemed the red wine from tonight’s banquet was quite potent—the little white flower was getting tipsy again.